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Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 02

By: 80niner



Krista drove. Lorene sat beside her. Jackie sat in back. Krista did not pull out until Janets car left them space to pull out. I bet those two don’t go right home,” said Lorene.

“What makes you say that,” asked Jackie.

“Because both of them are hotter than a firecracker from working your bottom.”

“I‘ll never live that down,” said Jackie.

“Don’t give it a thought,” said Lorene. “No one will escape it for long. We’ll all get a taste next week or the week after.”

“I had no idea it would affect me like that.”

“Stands to reason,” said Lorene. “All that hand slapping draws more blood to the area. It has to make you hotter than hell.”

“My butt still burns like fire.”

“I think something else probably did too,” said Krista from behind the wheel.

“I’m so ashamed. Nobody’ but my husband ever watched me climax before. I never dreamed I’d do anything like that.”

“I’d say we might have had a bit too much wine to start with.”

“It was a damn good idea,” said Lorene. Euchre, by itself, was getting dull.”

“I made a horrible spectacle of myself.”

“Hope I come next week as nicely as you did,” said Lorene, “with an accent on the come.”

“Amen,” echoed Krista, “I could handle one of those.”

“Couldn’t we all?” agreed Lorene.

Krista slowed as she neared Jackie’s house. “It’s been quite an evening. How about coming across to my place for some coffee or whatever and we can shoot the shit some more.”

“Count me out,” said Jackie. Maybe another time. I’m going to soak this tender bottom in epsom salts and sleep on my stomach.”

“You’ll be surprised how much it has eased up by morning,” said Lorene.

“I hope so. I sit at a desk all day.”

Krista pulled up in front of the house. “Don’t fret about it. You know Liz came louder than you did.”

“No shit! I guess I was making so much noise I didn’t know what was happening with the rest of you.”

“Liz made no bones about it. Said she worked up to a really good one,” said Lorene.

Jackie opened the car door. The dome light came on. Very gingerly she eased herself from the car. She paused at the open window where Lorene sat. ”Just between you two and the gatepost, I had a great one too. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Not even an hour on a hard cock?” asked Krista.

“Well,” said Jackie, “maybe that.”

Krista pulled into the street and drove to the next block and the apartment building where she and Lorene lived on different floors. “It was a strange night.”

“Very fulfilling for Jackie and Liz,” said Lorene.

“I could use a little fulfilling myself,” said Krista.

“I caught that bit about an hour on a hard cock.”

“I’d settle for an hour on my vibrator, but the batteries are dead.”

“The story of my life,” said Lorene, “I could use a little Poon in my Tang or is it a little Tang in my Poon?”

“I don’t think I heard of it either way.”

“Just made it up,” said Lorene.

“Fine,” said Krista, “But it’s a hell of an idea.”

“Yeah.”

“I was wondering, What kind of a Tang do you suppose your Poon has got.?”

“A gal could get her ass slapped pretty good for asking questions like that.”

“She also might get a taste of Tang from somebody‘s Poon.”

“That’s possible?”

“Yeah.”

Krista pulled into the garage behind their apartment building. They walked to the elevator. She pushed five for herself and seven for Lorene. Want to stop for some coffee like Jackie turned down because she’d already done her coming?”

“You could come on up to my place,” said Lorene.

‘I could,“ said Krista but we’d be going right past mine.”

“Your vibrator’s full of dead batteries.”

“And your’s isn’t.”

“It’s broke.”

“Ain’t that a damn shame?”

“You ought to have your ass slapped,” retorted Lorene.

“I might say the same for you.”  “I’d bet ten to one that our friends are at it right now.”

“At what?”

“Slapping ass. You could tell they were both hotter that hell when they left.”

“That makes them different from us?” asked Krista.

“I already admitted I was hornier that a freshly fucked fox in a forrest fire.”

“That’s good.”

Yeah. You say freshly flucked flox three time with out flocking up,” Laughed Lorene.

“I’m horny as a fleshly floxed fuck,” giggled Krista.

“Come on,” said Lorene, “This is your floor, You can make the coffee even if your virbator is broken.”

“It’s not broken, I said the batteries are dead. You can use it with a little elbow grease. It just won’t go buzz, buzz.”

“I need a good buzz, buzz,” said Lorene. “My poon needs a good buzz-buzz.”

Krista searched for her keys, found them and unlocked her apartment door. “How did we get on this subject, anyway?”

“Because we watched a couple of bareassed friends get their rocks off and all we got was worked up.”

“Thats true.” Krista took off toward the kitchen. “I’ll put on the coffee and then make myself comfortable. You just drop your things anywhere and relax.”

Lorene settled on the arm of a big chair. “What things?” she called after the retreating figure.

“Anything you want to drop.”

“Don’t mind if I do. This could turn into a damn good coffee snatch, I mean coffee clatch.”

“Whose snatch are you talking about?” asked Krista from the a room beyond the kitchen.

“Whose do you want to talk about?”

Krista came through the door stark naked. “Well here’s one for starters.”

Lorene stood. dressed only in brief panties. “I thought I should wait for my hostess to set the dress du jour.” She lowered the panties to reveal a totally bare mons. “Well here’s mine.”

“And a fine one it is too,” said Krista, “Bare as a newborn babe’s”

“I like it smooth.” said Lorene.

Krista looked down at her own trimmed and neatly shaped pussy tuft, “And I thought mine was in fashion.”  “It is darling, it is. I love it.”

“This a night for revelations,” said Lorene.

“Night’s not over yet,” retorted Krista over her shoulder as she went to the kitchen for the coffee and returned with a tray holding two full mugs, creamer and sweetner. 

They sat across from each other with a small glass coffee table between them. Lorene put her bare feet on the table and spread her legs. “That’s to show I have nothing to hide.” Krista matched her pose. “Same here.”

“Everything’s looking good, mighty good.”

“Are you really in the mood for slapping each other’s ass/” asked Krista. “I feel in the mood for something more serious.”

“In my day, I’ve had it laid on my ass plenty,” said Lorene, “and I have to admit that sometimes I got off on it, but I’ve seen enough of that for one night. We’ll get a good taste of it at next week’s game.”

“All I crave is a nice long come. I don’t need my tail scorched to get off.”

“What gets you off?”

“Just peeking into that smooth, shaved pussy is turning me on pretty good.”

“Seeing the way you got yours trimmed makes me pretty hot too.”

Krista ran her finger along the gaping, wet slit between her legs and parted the lips. They glistened in the soft light to prove that she was lubricating heavily. She stuck her finger in her mouth and tasted her own honey. “I guess we could sit here and watch each other diddle our clits.”

“That’s a turn on for me. I’d like watching you do yourself and I damned sure don’t mind showing off for you.” Lorene matched her action to her words and began massaging her little nub. She occasionally inserted a finger into the ever slickening passage. “Do you like dirty talk?”

“We’ve done enough of it lately. I love it,” Krista said, “especially if we’re doing something like this.“ She flicked her clit with her fingernail again and again. “God that feels good.”

“Did you ever fuck with another woman?”

“Isn’t that what’s happening?”

“I meant up close and personal.”

“You mean like licking and fingering and rubbing pussies together.”

“That’s what I had In mind.”

“I’m not against it with a willing friend.”

“That’s how I look at it.”

“Have you ever?”

“Some. Not often... but some. It can be so good.”

Kristia left her chair and slipped to the floor beside her friend. “I think I’m aiming to find out how a good friend tastes.” She parted Lorene’s knees and bent her head. Lorene scooted to the edge of her chair. Krista’s lips grazed the smooth, shaven surface of the naked vulva. She parted the inner lips with her tongue and sought Lorene’s juices as though it were the purest honey dripping from the comb. 

Lorene’s hips moved involuntarily. Her hands came to Krista’s head and guided her mouth to the more sensitive spots. “God! I love that tongue. It tickles sweeter than a ten inch cock.”

Krista looked up. “Could you take a ten inch cock?”

“Never saw one,” said Lorene, “but I’ve done pretty good with a ten inch vibrator when I eased onto to it.”

“God I’d like to see that.”

“If you was to do a bit more licking the way you were,” breathed Lorene, “I guess you could talk me into just about anything.” Lorene slipped to the floor and settled on her side. She lay her cheek on Krista’s thigh near the juncture where the other woman’s pussy was exposed. “This is a game two can play.”

“Mmmm,” said Krista, “and there’s no loser.” Her lips touched the moist flesh. There was nothing but moans and mumbles and full mouthed sighs of pleasure.

They were a tangle of naked flesh and when they finally finished, Krista knew there was no softer pillow than the inside of Lorene’s thigh.

***

The ringing phone greeted Jackie whe she opened her door. Out of breath, she picked it up.

“I wondered if you went straight home or stopped off with one of the girls,” said Liz Ashton.”

“I just got in.”

“I guess You haven’t tried sitting down yet.”

“Oh God! I had to sit in the car. All the way home, I was burning up down there. I can’t wait to get out of these clothes. I want to sit in a tub of cold water and cool down.”

“I’m laying on my bed with a fan aimed at my ass. I hardly bothered getting dressed to see you folks out.”

“I can’t believe it all happened.”

“I think we all got turned on. You and me from the warming, and the others from watching or laying it to us.”

“Janet admitted she was turned on.”

“You can bet there wasn’t a dry snatch in the house,” laughed Liz. “what are you doing now?”

“Getting out this damned skirt and so my poor butt can breathe.”

“I’d guess that happy pussy needs a little breathing room too.”

Jackie gave an embarrassed laugh. “I suppose it’s no secret I came. I probably screamed my head off.”

“I was busy getting off myself but yes, you screamed out a bloody good come. You done yourself proud.”

“I’ll never be able to face the group again. I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Bull shit! They won’t be able to wait till next week to let you warm their butts the same way.”

“You really think so?”

“I would bet that the others are getting their rocks off right now in one way or another and I bet slapping ass is one of the things they are up to.”

Jackie giggled. “You mean we turned them on that much?”

Look. most of those gals had their hands all over your ass or mine. They may not be gay. I don’t think any of them really are, but slapping those bouncing hunks of red ass turned them on. You can count on it.”

“It’s turned on my husband, that’s for sure. He never spanked me really hard but he liked to give me love pats.”

“That always turned me on too. I don’t know about you but some of those smacks weren’t exactly aimed at my ass cheeks. Some of it was definitely pussy patting.”

“Oh God! Mindy did me that way at the end and I was loving it.”

“I believe you,” Liz paused a beat.

“It was wonderful.”

“I’m twiddling my twat right now, just thinking about it.”

“Ohhh. How you talk.”

“Does that upset you?”

“It turns me on. I mean more than I already was.”

“Fine.”

“I guess I’m surprised that you still get turned on. I mean you aren’t really old but you’re several years older than me.”

Honey, I’m fifty-six and my twat is just as hot or hotter than it was when I was sixteen and wasn’t sure what it was for and all I did was rub it.”

“I did that too and I was so ashamed. I didn’t know other girls were doing that too. I thought I was just awful doing that but it felt so good I couldn’t stop. For years, I guess, I did it almost every day, at least once.”

“Honey, you never had a monopoly on pussy petting.”

“I found out later. I discovered a girl friend in college who did some tickling too.”

“She seduced you?”

“I woke up one night and she was moaning. It was a warm night and she had come home from a hot date. Moolight lit up the room. She had thrown off her covers and had her hand under her panties. Her hips were moving and there was no doubt as to what she was doing.”

“So what did you do?”

“As quietly as I could I pushed down my panties and found I was already wet. I did some delicate rubbing of my own. I kept my eyes on Elaine and watched her pleasure herself.”

“Then what happened?”

“She clamped her legs around her hand and her hips rose up off the bed and she stayed like that for a few seconds and then she came down. She looked in my direction to see if I was still asleep. I guess she thought I was. She turned over and went to asleep.”

“That’s all?”

“It was that night.”

“Tell me, Honey, have you got your clothes off yet?”

“Yes.”

“And have you got your hand working on your snatch?”

“How could you guess?” Jackie gave a little giggle. “I’ve been doing that ever since you told me what you were doing. Are you still?”

“Nerver stopped. Just keeping everything on the edge, enjoying your story. What happened next with you and Elaine?”

“I’d lay awake hoping that I would catch her doing it again. I was so happy that there was someone else as perverted as me. I wanted to talk about it but I was afraid. It got so I was going into the bathroom two and three time a day to rub myself off and all I could think about was Elaine fingering her pussy and the way her hips raised off the bed when she had her climax.”

“So what happened?”

Jackie giggled. “I’m soaking wet, just telling you about it.”

“I’m a mess in that area myself.”

“I decided that if I couldn’t catch her I’d let her catch me at it. I waited until one night when she was out on a date. I took off all my clothes and put on my bathrobe. I sat by the dorm window, with the lights out, until I saw her date’s car pull up. I watched while they did a lot of kissing and some petting but they didn’t get it on. When Elaine got out and ran up the walk, I took off the robe and lay back on my bed. By the time Elaine opened the door, I was shoving my fingers into my pussy. I had my eyes closed and although I was up tight about what I was doing, I was going at it pretty good.”

“Was she surprised?”

“God! I heard her close the door very quietly. Then there was the longest silence. I knew she was standing there. I didn’t hear a thing. I was too nervous to make myself come but I wasn’t about to stop after I’d gone that far. I waited for her reaction. Finally, I opened my eyes.”

“God! You’re making this old gal so God-damned hot,” breathed Liz. 

“She had slipped off her shoes and was standing right over me, watching my every move.” 

“God! Jackie, what are you doing?” she asked.

“What does it look like?” I gasped.

“Well I never.”

“Yes you have.”

“How can you say that?”

“I watched you do yourself after one of your hot dates. I watched you do it right over there.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“Neither can I.”

“But it’s so nasty.”

“I know. I bet you‘re wet as all get out down there, right now.”

The girl nodded. “He get’s me all excited and then he goes home.”

“I saw you two hugging and kissing.”

“Then I come up here and see you playing with yourself. Now I’ll never go to sleep.”

“You can take off your clothes and do what I’m doing.”

“And watch each other?”

“Why not? We both want to do it.”

“It sounds so perverted.”

I giggled. “Doesn’t it?”

Elaine stood there for a few seconds before she gave in. “I have to go to the bathroom first.”

“Go ahead.”

When she came out she left the bathroom light on. The was door open enough that the illumination slanted across half the room leaving the rest in shadow. Elaine was naked as I. Our bodies were no mystery to each other. We often came from the shower and wandered about the room that way. I mean we were both girls. I was dark, she was blond though her pubic hair had darkened to a light brown. “How do we do this?” she asked.

“I don’t know. How do you get off when I’m not around?”

She nodded to one of the two arm chairs in the room. “I like sitting in one of those with my feet up.”

“How?” I followed her and sat in one. 

She turned the other one to face me. She hooked a knee over each narrow, wooden arm which spread her thighs and left her crotch wide open and her pussy exposed. In the reflected light from the bath, I saw her lips were parted and moist. I settled myself into the same position.

“This is neat,” I said. “I feel so open.”

“Yeah. And evil.”

“I think I like the feeling. Nobody has ever seen me this exposed.”

“Me too.”

My fingers slipped down to part the secret lips. I gasped as my finger grazed my clit and entered my pussy. I watched Elaine do the same. “God,” I said, “That feels so good.”

“Yes.”

“You look so good too.”

“So do you.”

“I’m glad this happened.”

“I always feel so guilty for enjoying it, but Ron makes me so damned hot and we can’t do anything about it.”

“Have you ever?”

“With Ron?”

“With anybody.”

“Not all the way. Have you?”

“Just heavy petting. I mean we’ve played with each other, down there, but I’ve never let him put it, you know, inside. It’s been mostly hand jobs,” I confessed.

“That’s the way it’s been for me. Sometimes it gets messy with Roy. After he shoots he loses interest and he doesn’t do enough for me.”

“I know what you mean.” I winced as I hit a particularly sensitive spot and my hips twitched. I bit my lip. ”Sometimes it tickles almost too good.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Are you close to coming?” I asked.

“I guess with the talking and watching you, I’ve been concentrating on just making it last.”

“That’s fine with me. But when it comes it comes quick, almost like a surprise party. When I try to push it too fast, I’m always disappointed.”

“I wouldn’t have thought it, but this is so much better than doing it alone and I haven’t even made it yet.”

“I wish we had more light.”  “If you think I’m going to stop now to turn on a lamp, you’re crazy.”

“I know.”

“You can look all you want after,” I promised.

“I’d like that.”

“I’d like a closer look at yours too.”

“Do you think our pussies are that different?”

“One thing for sure, we’ve both have hot holes and a sensitive clits.”

“That sounds so nasty.”

“Like fucking?” I asked.

“Finger fucking.” Elaine giggled. “That’s what we’re doing, finger fucking ourselves.”

“Yeah. I finger fuck myself everyday.”

“What do you think about while you’re doing it?”

“Since the night, I saw you get yourself off,” I confessed “I’ve thought about you doing what you’re doing right now.”

“And what will you think about now that you’ve seen me do myself?”

“I guess I’ll dream about you and me trading hands sometime.”

Elaine nodded her head. “I’ve wondered how that would feel. Maybe another time.”

“Not now?”

“I can’t.” Elaine caught her breath and let it out slowly. “Why?” Elaine’s hips left the seat in one violent upward thrust and her bottom remained suspended with her knees clamped over the chair arms, her shoulders pressed against the back. Her eyes were clamped shut. She screamed, “I’m coming! God Damnit! I’m coming!” Her hips made phantom fucking motions in the air. She moaned . Her hand clasped her pussy like a bronc rider clutching the hump of a bucking Brahma bull. Then Elaine settled to earth and shuddered with pleasure.


Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 02



Midway through Elaine’s climax, I found my own and my hips threshing the air had to be every bit as satisfying as Elaine’s.

Liz gripped the phone tightly. “Hot Damn. You spin a mean tale. I’m hotter than when I was gettin my tail whacked. I got me one hell of a slopped up, old woman’s, juicy snatch.”

“God, I wish my husband was here,” said Jackie.”

“Or a reasonably accurate facsimile,” laughed Liz.

“Or that.”

“Any hard cock in a storm,” prompted the older woman.

“I don’t know about that, but right now I’d be awfully tempted.”

“Have you ever strayed the barn?”

“Never. Though there have been times I’ve been tempted. I’ve had offers but no, there‘s been no other man since Greg.”

“My problem is there’s been no man since, I forget who was last it’s been so long. I mostly work up a froth all by myself. Tonight was a Fourth of July with skyrockets and canon crackers going off. This big ass of mine was ringing mighty fine without a clapper in the bell.”

“Well I guess I mine rung the same way. Now the whole group knows.”

“I told you. Don’t worry about it. Your pussy is feeling happy, isn’t it?”

“It made me want it more, and my ass is sore. What if Greg notices how red it is if he comes home and wants some.”

“The red will be almost gone by Friday.”

“Who am I kidding. Greg hasn’t touched me in months. He’s too tired, I keep telling my self. He has to be getting it somewhere else.”

“You’re saying someone else is siphoning off his man juice?”

“It scares me to think so.”

“Us girls got to stick together.”

“It’s good to hear.”

“You can always cry on this shoulder.”

“That’s nice.”

“And smack this big old butt.”

“Maybe I’ll get to do that next week. It looked like a pretty nice butt to me.”

“Flattery will get me across your lap in nothing flat. I‘m looking forward to it.”

“So am I,” said Jackie. “I think It will be fun to get my hands on that nice back porch of yours.

“Meanwhile we are on the phone with two raging hot, bubbling over, cum wanting pussies that need a rubbing,” reminded Liz. “Tell me have you done much playing with other gals?”

“Not a lot.”

“But some?”

“I’d have to plead guilty to that.”

“With Elaine?”

“That’s where it started.”

“Tell me.”

“That first night we mostly watched each other do ourselves. There wasn’t any playing around or touching. I guess we were both too shy to go further.”

“So tell me about your next encounter,” urged Liz.

“I was in the shower. I thought I was alone. The next thing I knew someone was behind me and taking the washrag from my hand.”

“Can I do that for you?” asked Elaine.”

Startled, I turned around to face her. “Sure, I guess.”

Elaine got the rag real soapy and started on my shoulders and worked her way slowly down my back. When she got to my butt she slowed down even more going over and over my buns as though she were trying to memorize them. Finally I turned around.

“Don’t you think you should work on this side for a change?”

“I was working up the courage to get around to it,” whispered Elaine. “I want to wash it all for as long as you’ll let me.”

“I want to do you too,” I said huskily.

When we’re through in here,” said Elaine, “let’s do each other for real.”

“How real?”

“As real as we can make it.”

“I’m game,” I said. I reached for her crotch and her pretty little blond pussy. She was as wet as I was and I don’t mean from the shower. She was slippery wet from her juices.

From that point it didn’t take long to get out and dry each other. We raced for the bed. I landed on my stomach but Elaine turned me over and parted my legs. “I want a good look at this pretty thing,” she whispered.  I felt her breath as she parted my lower lips and appeared to be trying to look up inside me. “Your breath tickles,” I said.

“I bet this tickles more.” Her tongue traced the inside of those inner lips upward until it passed over my extended clit.

My hips shot off the bed and I made a body bridge where only my heels and shoulder touched the bed. After a sharp intake of breath, the air passed out of me in a moan. “Oh God!”

Elaine clung to my hips as I settled back and kept her lips pressed to my hairy opening. She was making sounds with her mouth filled with me, moving her tongue and shaking her head between my thighs.

Suddenly I was going wild. I was coming and coming and coming until I could take no more. Weakly I tried to push her head away.

“My God!” Liz interrupted Jackie’s story, ”You’re making me so hot I can’t wait any longer. I’ve got to come.”

“Me too,” confessed Jackie.”

“Tell me,” begged Liz.”

“Tell you what?” “What you would do right now if we were together.”

“I’d play with your ass.”

“And smack it?”

“Oh yes. And then I’d smack your pussy until it sounded all mushy because it was so wet.”

“And then?”

“Tell me what you are doing.”

“I’ve got three fingers in my twat and my thumb on my clit and I’m churning up a froth like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Me too.” Jackie gasped. “Tell me something. Be honest.”

“Sure.”

“If we were together, right now, would you eat my pussy?”

“Honey, I’d eat hair pie like it was going out of style. I’d chew on that pretty little rug until you were so weak you wouldn’t be able to walk straight.”

“I’d like to taste you too,” gasped Jackie. “You could teach me so much.” “Your tongue can fly in my cockpit any old time. I’m almost there,” groaned Liz.

“Me too. Oh God! Talk dirty to me some more!”

“I’d chew on your cute little clit and lick your honey pot. I‘d eat your honey right from the comb and spit out the hairs.”  She heard Jackie gasp and drop the phone. Liz’s hand flew to her mouth to keep from screaming in the strongest climax she had had in years. She could not wait to get her hands on Jaclie’s fresh young hotbox at the next Wednesday night session.

TO BE CONTINUED 



Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 03



Pauline and Ruth Eleanor had left after they watched Liz and Jackie absorb their punishment on upturned bare bottoms turning red.

"No telling where this little game will wind up after we've been at it a while," said Ruth Eleanor. There could be some real interesting interactions."

"I have to admit that watching Jackie and Liz getting theirs got to me," said Pauline.

"Old Liz handled her spanking nicely."

"Yes."

"You know Liz doesn't have a bad looking ass for a gal in her fifties."

"She's well preserved."

"I'd say she's a randy lady who gets her jollies where she finds them."

"She likes young boys," said Pauline, "She always has."

"I guess you've known her a long time." "We don't move in the same circles anymore," said Pauline. "That is outside our weekly card playing. Neither one of us acknowledge it but she used to be my mother."

"You're joking."

"It's true."

"Then I guess you're itching for the night you lay your hands on her ass and change its color."

Pauline shrugged. "You saw tonight. She likes it. I'm sure the old gal climaxed at least twice."

Ruth Eleanor nodded. "I know. After watching the others, I'll have to go home and do something about it. I hope Paul is in bed and asleep."

"What are you going to do?"

"Probably the same as you as soon you get alone." giggled the taller, prettier woman."

"I'll probably toss and turn," admitted Pauline.

"I meant rock that little man in the boat." said Ruth Eleanor. My sassy little nubbin is in for a real workout."

"IÔve never heard you talk this way."

"Maybe you never talked to me when I had a drippy pussy."

"Seeing Jackie get her butt slapped made me feel funny," said Pauline.

"She came," said Ruth Eleanor. 

"You know," Pauline hesitated, "as long as we've known each other, we've never talked about sex."

"Well, up till the last few months, you've had a man around and, well I've been divorced for years. Our sex lives wouldn't have had much in common."

"Oh I don't know," said Pauline, "From the all attention my man paid me those last years we were together, you probably got lot more sex than me. I mean a good looking woman in her prime, you've surely had all kinds of men after you." "Not so many," said the woman behind the wheel. "Most times it's not a man I crave."

Pauline looked over at the long, nylon clad legs extended under the steering wheel. The skirt had crept higher on the sleek thighs. "You mean with. . .?"

Ruth Eleanor caught the glances at her legs but did nothing to lower her skirt. "It's been known to happen, I confess." The taller woman gave her a side glance and a twisted grin. "Of course, I hope you don't repeat that. It could ruin my reputation at the bank."

"I'd never say a word."

"I wish," said Ruth Eleanor, "that I could invite you over for a drink, but I know Paul is home tonight."

"I guess if Jay isn't home yet but he probrbly will be soon." Pauline caught herself. "Of course if you want to stop in, you're welcome."

Ruth Eleanor smiled. At Paulines house on the edge of town, there were no lights. Ruth Eleanor pulled into the driveway and turned out the headlights. The neighboring houses were dark. "You want to sit here and talk a while?"

"Fine."

ÔI don't want to start something you might find offensive."

"Oh, I'll let you know and no harm done." Pauline leaned back into the corner formed by the car door and her seat. "What do you have in mind?"

"Like I said, I'm horny. I think you are too."

"IÔve admitted that."

Ruth Eleanor licked her lips. "Maybe we could help each other."

"I'd say I'm curious, and horny. What do we do?"

Ruth Eleanor slipped her hands under her skirt, raised her hips and removed her panties. "This would be a start."

Pauline squirmed in her seat and at last tossed her panties on the seat beside her. Her dress had risen, particularly in back and the leather seat under her caused her wriggle. "Leather feels strange on a bare bottom."

"Cool and exciting too."

Pauline looked over at the long legs. Bare thighs above the woman's stocking tops disappeared in the shadows of the short skirt. " What now?"

"What I would like." Ruth Eleanor scooted from under the wheel, nearer Pauline, and slid her hand up a naked thigh. "I would like to explore your crotch while you play with mine."

"You're so wet," gasped Pauline.

"You too."

"And slick."

"Oooooh, you hit the good spot."

Pauline giggled. "This reminds me of the eighth grade when girls hid in the john at recess and played tickle-tickle."

"You did that?"

"Constantly."

"Our Phys-Ed teacher caught us once. She said we'd go blind if we kept it up."

"Did you quit?"

Ruth Eleanor laughed. "Not yet."

"Me too."

"Last time I was diddled like this in a car, I was still a virgin. My boyfriend did me while I yanked him off." Ruth Eleanor laughed. "God, he made a mess on my dress. I had a hell of a time convincing my mother that she put too much starch on it."

Pauline shivered, then made a choking sound. "Don't make me laugh at a time like this. I can't take it." She drew a deep breath. "God! I know kids do this all the time but can you imagine a couple of old bags past forty playing stinky finger?"

Ruth Eleanor gave a strained laugh. "I'll keep doing it as long as it feels good." 

"Your fingers feel so good," said Pauline, "much better than mine."

"Ticking yourself," said Ruth Eleanor, "you always know what's going to happen next." She quickly removed her slick fingers from her friends vagina and shoved one back to tickle the alternate hole and wriggle into the hidden rosette with a tentative thrust and invaded the tight anal muscle.

"Oooooh!" breathed Pauline, "what are you doing?"

"Tickling your ass."

"I wasn't expecting that."

"But you've had it done?"

"I guess everybody has a few times."

"You like?"

"It takes some getting used to." Pauline moved her fingers across the smooth perineum separating the two openings. She paused at Ruth Eleanor's back door. "I guess you're asking for some of the same."

"I'm a terribly anal person."

"Then I'd guess you've had more than just a finger there."

"It's what I need, sometimes, something to push me over the edge." The long legged woman's thighs and buttocks raised off the seat, clasped tightly and made Paulines hand prisoner. Ruth Eleanor drew a deep breath and gasped. "Oh God! It's so good." She twisted and sank down on Paulines fingers, writhed and goaned and, with her head thrown back, ground out her orgasm.

Moments later Pauline closed her eyes and imagined that she and Ruth Eleanor were on a slow plane to paradise and the throbbing of the jet's engines vibrated through her whole being.

They had wiped off their fingers on their panties, placed the panties in their purses and rearranged their clothes. Ruth Eleanor once more sat, primly, behind the wheel. Pauline got out on shaky legs and made her way into the dark house.

***

The following Wednesday, there was a certain subdued atmosphere as the cards were dealt and play began. Jackie drew Liz as a partner again so she knew one would not land across other's laps. Pauline drew Mindy Carson as her partner.

Lorene and Janet playedt Ruth Eleanor and Krista at the other table. Lorene poured the wine and Janet placed the snack dishes at the corners of the tables. Janet looked to the slightly older Lorene. "After last week, I can't wait to see who gets her butt warmed tomight."

"Strange," said Lorene. "Nobody has mentioned getting their ass slapped."

"I'm sure it's on everyone's mind. No one wants to mention it first and jinx themselves," said Krista.

"You know, if you've just jinxed yourself you've jinxed me too. I'm your partner." Janet winked.

"Gosh. I'd hate to be the one that got you sent home with a red butt," said Krista.

"Won't be the first one," said Lorene. "I had a man who warmed mine regularly."

"I don't know if I'd take that from a man."

"I looked forward to it. It go so I'd provoke him so he'd spank me. We always wound up on the bed and it ended in a damned good poke."

"I've heard it turns people on getting spanked like that," said Jackie.

"After seeing what happened to a certain bared butt last week you can't tell me you weren't turned on by last weekÔs ass smacking," said Pauline.

Jackie blushed. "I'll admit to that."

"I'll bet you that before too many weeks have passed that this little spanking party will turn into a full blown female orgy," said Liz Astin.

"You think so?"

"I said I'd bet on it."

"I'd hate to miss out on that," said Ruth Eleanor.

Lorene smiled. "Don't you ever crave a litttle girl on girl stuff?"

"Don't get me wrong. I like fucking men," said Janet, "but there comes a time when I don't think it hurts to share a little loving with a lady friend."

Lorene nodded. "I'd say that's an honest way of putting things."

"Maybe some night, one of us will get the chance to spank the other." Janet looked rather wistful. "There's no chance of that tonight, being as we're partners." Lorene smiled. "Not at this party anyway."

"You're thinking later?"

"Why not? If our butts aren't too sore for a little more."

Mindy and Pauline had lost the first game.

Lorene and Janet were the winners.

"What's going on over there" asked Liz.

"We were talking about who was going to get a red can tonight.," said Lorene.

"I'm looking forward to smacking somebody's ass tonight," said Liz.

"Me too," said Jackie.

"I never thought we'd actually do it," said Janet, "not naked butts, anyway."

"You'd better believe it," said Liz. "I'm looking forward to warming your ripe little bum across my lap."

"It's not all that little," laughed Janet, "but I'll agree, it's old enough to be ripe."

"If you're talking ripe," interrupted Lorene, she nodded in Liz's direction, "Now there is some ripe fruit."

"You ought to know," smiled Liz. "You kept your hands on it long enough."

"I wasn't hearing any complaints at the time," retorted Lorene.

"Now look here, Hon. I never said a word about complaining. I think this is the best thing that's happened to this group since we started playing cards."

"I had a small problem sitting the next day," confessed Jackie.

"But there were rewards that made it worth while," said Liz."

"I guess, but," confessed Jackie, "I felt so naked, exposed like that, while everyone watched me squirm."

"That's what makes you so hot. Besides the heat in your bottom. it's the knowing that others are watching your naked ass bounce," said Liz. "Of course," she added, "At my age and with my experience it would be pretty hard to humiliate me."

"What would humiliate you," asked Lorene.

"I'd have to think about that for a while." She grinned. "I guess maybe people watching me get fucked in the ass by a St. Bernard might slow me down."

"Have you ever?" asked Krista, now drawn into the conversation.

"What?"

"Been fucked by a St Bernard?"

"Hell no." Liz paused. "But I wouldn't tell this crowd if I had."

"I decided not to wear panties tonight," confessed Jackie, changing the subject.

"Play cards," said Liz. "Let's be finding out who goes bottoms up tonight."

"And gets hand colored," said Lorene.

"I'd like a crack at that big bottom of yours," said Liz."

"I just bet you would."

"I'd warm you till it tickled your short hairs."

"You'd probably tickle them too." Said Janet, suddenly growing bolder.

"Probably would, yours too," said Liz, "that is if you've got any."

"Oh I've got Ôem all right," said Janet, "I've got oodles." Krista giggled. "There are people that don't."

"Anybody we know?" asked Janet."

"I didn't say that."

"Keeps you from getting hair in your teeth," said Lorene."

"I used to shave it," confessed Liz. "Trouble is you got to keep it up or you itch like hell while itÔs growing in."

"I shaved," confessed Mindy. My boyfriend said I looked like a little girl down there." She giggled again. "I couldn't keep his tongue out of me."

"I bet you weren't complaining," said Lorene."

"God! I never did so much coming in my life," said Mindy. "I'd come home from a date so weak kneed I could barely walk. He couldn't get enough." "Hell! I'd shave every evening if I got service like that," said Liz. "Maybe we should all shave," suggested Janet. "I'm game." "We broke up," said Mindy. My next boyfriend liked my red hair. He said he liked a hairy poon. He said my red bush really turned him on." "Most men like a full bush," said Jackie. "My husband doesn't like it when I trimed mine enough to wear a bikini without sprouts peeking out the crotch." "Are we playing cards or analyzing coozy hair?" asked Lorene. "What ever turns you on," said Janet." "Deal," said Pauline, "and lets get this show on the road." Pauline and Krista lost that night. Pauline wound up over Lorene's lap and had tears in her eyes when she left. But she was smiling.

***

Ruth Eleanor was driving. 

"My ass tingles." giggled Pauline.

"Lorene laid it on you pretty good," said Ruth Eleanor. "Those big buns of yours were jiggling all over the place."

"She got a mean hand," agreed Pauline. 

"Sometimes, I saw her fingers stray down into short hair country."

"She knows how to make a lady feel good." agreed the lady in the passenger seat.

"I wish somebody would help me out," said Ruth Eleanor. They had just left Liz Astin's house after another bare butt, spanking session. Generally called butt warming, the spankings had become a looked forward to ritual that lasted through the summer and fall. Now, months later at one time or another, every member had experienced having her rear reddened and at another time applied punishment to a fellow member's bottom Every member looked forward to attending each meeting of the Wednesday Night Widow's Card Club. Most members, after the session managed to go home with another member to lay to rest passions not satisfied across a warm lap.

"I think I'd like that. "I'd like to slap your round, pretty ass all over."

"That can be arranged" Ruth Eleanor said dryly.

Pauline laughed. "We're talking like a couple of dykes."

"Maybe we are."

"I don't know about you but I still hunger for a good lay. My pussy aches for a good hard rod."

"While I'm in a confessing mood," said Ruth Eleanor, "I must admit a hard prick up the ass brings on the best of the beast in me."

We've known each other since our kids were little," said Pauline. "Now look at them. Jay is seveneen and your Paul is eighteen. I can't get over how they're grown. Jay is over six feet tall.

Ruth Eleanor smiled in the darkness. "What you can see isn't all that's grown on those boys."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Have you noticed how close Paul and Jay and Janet's son, Dirk have become?"

I know they come over at least once a week and go up in our barn loft, or Jay is at Dirk's or your house. They are all nice boys."

"What do you think those boys are doing when they go off by themselves?" "Talk, I imagine. Watch TV. I know Jay and Paul stop off to shoot hoops at Paul's church after school.

"I sometimes worry about our preacher," said Ruth Eleanor, "I really do. He's young, good looking but he never dates. He doesn't even look my way when I cross my legs. But he always has a string of boys around him and they simply think he's the greatest guy around."

"You don't think he'd try anything funny with the boys?"

Ruth Eleanor shrugged. "I don't wonder as much about him as I do about when those boys get together by themselves."

What on earth do you think they would be doing that they shouldn't?"

Ruth Eleanor smiled mysteriously. "I would be guessing that they are probably doing right now what we do when we're hot and horny."

Pauline gasped and the giggled so hard she could barely talk. "You mean they abuse their poor little pee-pees?"

"My guess is that those things aren't so little anymore. In fact I'd say those boys are sporting good sized schlongs and they've found that it feels good to play games with them."

Pauline nodded. "Of course girls mature faster but I was a lot younger than they are when I started rubbing against the corners of things and sliding down bannisters."

"And found out how easy it was to get juicy fingers."

"Do you think we should say something to them about not overdoing it?"

"They would only deny it. Besides, what harm can they do? I mean," said Ruth Eleanor, "I'd rather they play with their cocks than knock up some little girl. Pussy patting hasn't really harmed us. In fact it's brought us together." Ruth Eleanor's hand clasped her friends smooth thigh and squeezed. "We've found out how much we have in common."

Pauline shivered. "I'm trying to imagine what it must look like, those boys with their hard things sticking out and their fists moving on their rods. It must be something to see."

"Wouldn't it though?" Ruth Eleanor pulled into Pauline's driveway, turned out the headlights and leaned back in her seat. She stretched, her closed eyes stared at the interior roof of the car. "If Paul is hung anything like his father, he's got a long slim dong, and I do mean long."

"You've never peeked?"

Ruth Eleanor smiled to herelf in the darkness. "Oh there have been sightings. Things happen, you know, when two people occupy the same house over a long period of time."

"Oh God!" wailed Pauline, "I just remembered. I walked in on Jay last summer. He was in the bathroom, standing at the john"

"What happened?"

"We were at the beach. I thought there was no one in the house. I shed my bathing suit and walked down the hall, naked. The bathroom door was not entirely closed. I shoved it open and there stood Jay, his trunks around his ankles. A strong stream was pouring from that big thing he held in his fingers. I was shocked at the size of it and the thick yellow stream pouring out."

"Was it hard?" "Of course not but it was so much bigger than I expected. It took several seconds for me to realize that I was staring and forced myself to back away. I ran back down the hall. to my room. For a second, he hadn't realized that I was there. Then, I guess, he couldn't stop what he was doing. He said, ÔGee Mom.'"

Was that all?"

"A few minutes later he came to my room. I had put on a robe but I hadn't closed it. He said 'I'm sorry, Mom."

"What did you do?"

"I said something stupid, like I guessed that neither of us would go blind from what we'd seen."

"What did he say?" asked Ruth Eleanor.

"He said I looked beautiful, that way."

"And that was that?"

"That was that." Pauline bit her lip. "I think about it sometimes."

"Still you never figured he'd be playing with that big thing?"

Pauline tossed her head and let a guilty little giggle escape. "Sure, I figured all boys do that. It just never occurred to me that he might share it with his friends."

"I shouldn't tell this," said Ruth Eleanor, "but I happened on them one day in our rathskeller. I'm sure they had a little warning as I came down the steps. When I reached the bottom and turned to them I'll swear they had just finished zipping their flies." She giggled. "Their faces were red and they were trying to hide suspicious lumps in their pants by turing sideways."

"What did you say?"

"Well. I had a hard time keeping a straight face. I said that they looked a little warm and suggested that Paul turn down the air conditioning."

Pauline laughed. "God. Can you imagine what you would walked in a few moments earlier? Wouldn't you love to be a little bug on the wall and watch those boys fisting themselves in a real circle jerk?"

"I have a hunch," said Ruth Eleanor, "that they do more than get themselves off. I think they probably help each other."

"You're saying that they play with each other's peters?"

"Why not? Their mothers tickle each other's pussies."




Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 03



"And spank each other's asses," laughed Pauline. "And do the stinky finger."

"Do you think our boys would do that?"

"Experiment? Sure."

"Using their mouths?"

"I like mine kissed, sometimes," said Ruth Eleanor, "Why wouldn't they like a suck where it feels good?"

"I haven't had that done for a long time," mused Pauline.

"It could happen if you believe that turn about is fair play."

"Oh I do."

"You don't mind a few hairs in your teeth?"

"Hell. I can spit them out. You aren't playing with a virgin here, even if we have never gotten around to serious pussy talk till recently."

"I'd say we've missed out on something," said Ruth Eleanor.

"Let's talk about about Paul and Jay. Do you think they suck each other?"

Ruth Eleanor shrugged. "It's possible."

"I hate to think they do that." Pauline shuddered. "But God! If they ever did, I'd like to hide where I could watch."

"So would I," said Ruth Eleanor.

"You've never confessed to seeing Paul's peter hard. Have you?"

Ruth Eleanor bent forward and leaned her head on the steering wheel. "There are things that a mother does that sometimes she is not particulerly proud of and knows she can never let on to a living soul." "Not even an ass spanker?" Pauline whispered, "I'll never tell." Ruth Eleanor turned toward Pauline. "Isn't it strange? We were never close until we got hot pussies over the possibility of getting our buns warmed. It's as though it's what we needed and craved all along."

"I think it is," murmured Pauline.

"Spanking always played a part in my marriage," confessed Ruth Eleanor. "Actually I was bigger and probably just as strong as Ted, but I let him warm my ass once a week, before he put it in me."

"And after you divorced?"

"I have a friend."

"Another man."

"An older woman who satisfies some of my needs."

"You won't say who?"

"Never and I'll never say what we do either."

"I never got over the spankings my father gave me when I was growing up. I used to squirm on his knee till I came."

"I guess that would make an impression on a young girl."

Pauline nodded and changed the subject. "You were talking about Paul and you switched to spanking."

"Sometimes I spank Paul."

"Isn't he too big for that?"

"I do it when he comes to me and tells me he has done something bad ."

"That's strange."

"He drops his pants, very discretely and lays his bare buns across my lap." "And you spank him?" gasped Pauline.

"He has nice, hairless buns," Ruth Eleanor recalled. "They are so smooth and innocent looking. Yes. I lay it on him with my hand, sometimes really hard."

"You're exciting me," groaned Pauline.

"What do you think doing that does to me? My dress creeps up. His buns turn red and that long stiff thing of his stretches between my bare thighs and he twists it against me there. I clamp tight around it."

Pauline's dress was parted at the slit in her skirt. Her fingers rubbed her cleft and pressed inward. Nothing was hidden from her friend. "Go on."

Ruth Eleanor watched her friends fingers invade her crack. "I spank him until I feel the throbbing." She looked away. "He spurts on my thigh."

"Oh God!," breathed Pauline, "I'm going to come again."

Ruth Eleanor kept her head turned. "I wait until he gets his breath back. Then he gets up. He says, ÔI'm sorry Mom,' and goes to his room."

"What do you do," asked Pauline, her voice one of awe.

"I go to the bathroom and wipe off his sticky stuff. I strip and stand in front of the mirror on the back of the door and hate myself. Then I turn on the shower, lay down in the tub and I rub myself raw. And when I'm exhausted I swear I will never do that to him again."

"But you do."

Ruth Eleanor nodded. "The next time he comes to me and confesses, ÔMom, IÔve done something bad.'"

Pauline nodded. "So you've seen him naked and you've felt his hard peter."

"I just confessed, I've felt it grow between my thighs."

"I guess that's a sin, maybe even sick," said Pauline, "but I envy you your closeness with your boy. You find relief and you certainly drain some of his temptations from him."

"That's true."

"I guess your guilt feelings could be one of the reasons you like your butt whipped."

Ruth Eleanor nodded. "I feel guilt, not only because it's my own son but because I get such intense feelings of pleasure when I spank a bare butt. The feeling is irresistible. The contact, the watching the flesh move and quiver, watching it change color, I love it. My cunt gets sloppy wet from the first slap."

"This friend of yours, does she let you smack her butt after she's warmed you?"

Ruth Eleanor nodded. "She likes hers tended to as much as I do."

"You've seen how I can't get enough. I could hardly hold back the first time Lorene suggested spankings for the losers. I wanted to shout, you can slap my butt any time."

"Well I admit I have a bent for it."

"I'll do yours if you want."

"I guess this old ass missed a heating this week. Would you?"

"Come on in," said Pauline. "I'd love doing you. Of course, sometime in the future, I expect the same from you."

Ruth Eleanor tapped the steering wheel with her hand. "Butt warming is what we're talking about, tanning my butt till I get my goodies."

"Oh God! I want to do that."

Pauline's house was dark.

An eximination of Jay's room and the basement rec room proved her son was not there.

"Shit!" said Pauline. I forgot. Jay drove Aunt Polly to church tonight. Sometimes he stays and talks to her when they get back. My place has been empty all evening." Pauline led the way to the downstairs rec room. "Want a drink?"

"A glass of wine would be nice."

Pauline got the bottle of white wine in the refrigerator. She poured two glasses. "Cheers. How are we going to do this? Do you crawl on my lap and bare your womanly treasures?" "We'll have to be careful in case Jay walks in," said Ruth Eleanor. "I don't dare strip."

"I want to see it," breathed Pauline. I want to see that sweet ass I'm going to spank and I want to see your open, hairy pussy I've played with in the dark."

Ruth Eleanor slipped off the barstool and lifted her skirt to her waist. The dark, almost black coils of pussy hair formed a vee at the junction of her shapely thighs. In the depression in the center of the puffy mons the crease expanded to disclose moist pinkish lips that seemed to unfold and expand like two petals of an exotic flower.

"I have never been accused of being bashful," said Ruth Eleanor.

"It's lovely," said Pauline. Truly beautiful. Now let me see your ass."

Ruth Eleanor turned, still holding her skirt high. Unveiled, the arched cheeks appeared larger, fuller, yet taut in their rounded fullness. "It's the most lovely ass I've ever wanted to spank," breathed Pauline. "I can't wait."

"Neither can I," said Ruth Eleanor. She got on her knees toward the end of the couch. She bent forward and rested her head on the low arm. Her skirt was drawn upward until it was almost entirely inside out and left her naked from the tops of her hose to her waist. The magnificant balloons of her ass rode high above full, sleek thighs of the forty year old woman. "Make my ass red," whispered Ruth Eleanor.

Pauline wished she could be naked as she stood next to the exposed woman but she knew she dare not. Jay might come home at any moment. The fear of discovery it all the more exciting. She would have to settle for the nakedness under her loose dress.

Pauline placed her left hand on her friends back. She raised her right then brought it down in a fast, slashing, open-handed slap. The crack of hand on resilient flesh was, to Pauline, earshattering.

The breath exploded from Ruth Eleanor's mouth with a grunt.

A second blow followed immediately.

"God Damn! you wield a mean hand," breathed Ruth Eleanor.

Pauline brought her hand down again. "Want me to stop?"

"No!" sobbed the woman. "Give it to me. Give me all you've got."

Pauline watched the bouncing cheeks turn red. She watched them sometimes tense and rise to meet a descending blow. She watched the full thighs part and to a lesser extent the bouncing bottom. She watched the pink pussy lips protrude from the rear and open more. She stopped the downward stroking slaps and moved her hand upward to encounter the place where thigh and bottom meet, each time coming closer to the squirming woman's throbbing core.

Ruth Eleanor, it appeared was trying to center herself so that the upward moving hand would contact with the essence of her. When Pauline's hand finally made contact with the mushy, hairy core of the woman, her victim moaned, "Oh Yessss. Yesss." Just before she came, Ruth Eleanor turned her head away. She whispered, "I love it when Paul punishes me like that. He spanks pussy so good." 

Pauline's mouth dropped open. "You mean....?"

They both heard the front door open. Jay called out. "Anybody here?" Red faced, Ruth Eleanor jumped from the couch and brushed her skirt down around her hips. She moved to pick up her glass.

Pauline heard her son's footsteps on the stairs. "We're down here, Hon." Jay's feet appeared as Pauline sipped a slug of her wine. Then Jay stood before them. "What's happening?"

Pauline looked to Ruth Eleanor's red face. She knew her own hair was falling into her face and she was sweating from the effort. "We just got home. What have you been up to?"

Jay smiled. Did she detect a bit of guilt in that smile? "You know, I drove Aunt Polly to Church meeting. Afterwards she asked me in and we talked and she made hot chocolate. She's a really nice old lady."

"She certainly is," said Pauline.

"I admire the way she keeps up with the world," said Ruth Eleanor.

"Got to get to bed," said Jay. "Tomorrow's a school day and it's past my bedtime."

"Mine too," said Ruth Eleanor, "I should be going."

"Don't let me drive you off, Mrs. Taylor, "Mom loves company." He started up the steps.

"Yes, at least finish your wine," urged Pauline.

Ruth Eleanor watched Jay legs disappear up the steps and then listened for him to continue to the second floor and his room. "Do you think he heard anything?"

"I doubt it but I do wish we had turned on some music."

"Then," said Ruth Eleanor, "we might not have heard him come in."

"Now that he's gone to bed a little music might be in order." Pauline lowered her voice. "So we can talk." She crossed the room and turned on the radio. She found an FM station and turned down the volume.

"That's nice."

Pauline refilled their glasses. "Let's sit."

They both took the couch but Ruth Eleanor eased down very gently. "My tail is on fire."

"So is my hand."

"Do you think Jay suspects anything?"

"How could he?"

Look at you. Look at me. We look like we've been in a wrestling match. I know there are tears in my eyes even if I haven't been crying. Your hair is a mess and you're sweating and it's been snowing outside. I know I look like I've been laid in the back seat of a car."

Pauline placed her hand on her friend's silken knee and ran it up, under her skirt, past the nylons to bare flesh. "You practically were," She giggled "And then got a spanking for it."

Ruth Eleanor smiled. "That I did. And a good one too."

Pauline lowered her voice. "Did you come?"

Ruth Eleanor shook her head. "I was right there. I was going out of my head I was so close. I didn't know what I was saying. ThenI heard your front door open."

"I wish I could have taken you over."

The pretty woman shrugged. "It's not the first time I've been left hanging."

Pauline's hand crept higher. "Is there anything I can do?" Her fingers found the moist crack and the sticky hairs surrounding it. She probed with her middle finger.

"That feels good," said Ruth Eleanor. She lay her head back on the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. "You can play with my old snatch, anytime."

Pauline slipped to her knees between the woman's thighs. She looked longingly at the mossy glade before her. "Pretty pussy. So pretty. Can I kiss it and make it well?"

"I've been hoping you would," said Ruth Eleanor.

TO BE CONTINUED 



Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 04



Paul lay back watching television in the downstairs den when Ruth Eleanor Taylor arrived home. 

"Hi Mom, have a good night?"

Ruth Eleanor nodded absently. "It was real nice. What did you do this evening?"

Paul shrugged.

"I don't suppose you boys ever do anything you shouldn't. You know something that would make you deserve a good spanking."

Paul sat up on the couch and looked at his mother. "What makes you say that? Are you craving to warm some ass. Or did you do something that deserves one?"

"Oh I don't know. It seems two or three boys by themselves might find themselves in some sort of mischief or other."

Paul raised his eyebrows. "Mischief that deserves a spanking? What kind would that be?"

Pauline and I were talking tonight. We wondered if you and Jay along with Dirk might be practicing some form of self abuse."

Paul looked at his mother incredulously. "You mean jacking off?"

"Putting it bluntly, I'd say that was what we wondered."

"Good God, Mom. Everybody does that. Why get spanked for what everybody does all the time?"

"Speaking bluntly, we have a rather open relationship, I suppose we can speak honestly."

Paul shrugged. "I imagine you're bringing up the times we've warmed each others butts."

"That's a big part of it. It would hardly be looked upon as a healthy mother son relationship."

Paul smiled. "I rather like it. I think you've enjoyed our little sessions."

"A son should not see his mother nearly naked. A mother should not view her grown son's erections."

"Or spank him until he comes on her leg?"

"Or spank his mother's bare bottom until she climaxes."

Paul smiled. "I wasn't sure, I wondered about that"

"Now you know."

"If I tell you what I really did tonight will you tell me what you did?"

"Promise."

"And then one spanks the other? Is that what this is leading up to?"

"It may come to the point where we probably should."

"Bare ass bottoms?"

"You're on."

"How about totally naked? Both of us?"

"That's a big step."

"Hell Mom, you've copped looks and felt my joint. I've seen your pussy more than once. Why not get naked?"

"What have you boys been doing?"

"Sucking each other off."

"Do you enjoy doing that?"

"Of course. And I enjoy letting somebody else fist me. And it isn't making me crazy or blind."

"I'm not surprised. I know you've got a big one."

"Now tell me. What did you do?"

Ruth Eleanor unbuttoned her blouse and dropped her skirt. She worn nothing under them. She turned to show her son her naked buns. "They're red because I let a friend spank me." She looked to the floor then raised her eyes to Paul. "Then she ate me out till I came."

Paul smiled. "You really get off on being spanked?"

"Yes."

"Me too, sometimes, and I like spanking your big butt."

"As you can see, she laid it on me pretty good tonight."

"Maybe I should just rub yours a little tonight and then let you spank me."

"I'd like that."

"It will probably make my dinkus stand up." Paul stepped out of his pants. His long, rubbery cock dangled down his leg."

"You really do have a nice one, but I can't let you put it in me. It wouldn't be right."

"Hey Mom. This is truth, right? I'm not into women. At least not the pussy end. Now your ass. That's really neat. You've got a beauty."

Ruth Eleanor smiled, perhaps a little bitterly. "Just like your daddy. Hung like a stallion and he'd rather feed it to another man."

"So we don't fuck. There's other things we can do." Paul removed his shirt and seating his mother in the center of the sofa, draped himself across her lap. His semi soft cock draped between her smooth thighs. "Now, Mom, give your cock-sucking, whipping boy what he's got coming." 

Ruth Eleanor raised her hand and brought it down smartly on the boys taut ass cheeks. With each succeeding blow she felt his long slender instrument lengthen and fill until it poked rigidly between her clenched thighs. "Do you fuck your friends?" asked the sweating woman as her hand descended again. "Do you put that big thing up their tight little butt holes?"

"They aren't queer, Mom, I am."

"Whose ass have you been in? Don't tell me you haven't tried it?"

"I fucked a man. The last time I told you I'd been bad. That's when I did him."

"Did you let him do that to you?"

"No."

"Has anyone fucked you?"

"Once, a friend did me and I did it to him."

The hand descended again. "Do you like it? Did it feel good, being fucked like a girl."

Paul gasped for breath. His hips moved up and down on his mothers naked thighs. "I loved it. I loved the feeling of his cock moving inside me."

Ruth Eleanor stopped and moved him off her lap. She slipped to the floor and on her knees grasped his stiff cock. She lowered her mouth and made it wet before bending forward with her face in the couch's cushion. She waved her lush bottom at her son. You like ass fucking so much, try humping a good one. Do you think you can plug your mother's ass and make her feel good?"

Paul put an extra glob of spit on his extended instrument and aimed it at the puckered, brown star between her taut cheeks and forced it in, inch by inch until he had it burried inside her and his pubes tickled her flesh. "You got it all, Mom." 

"Then do your horny Mama like you meant it. Slam it to me and don't worry about doing it too hard. I like it that way."

"You really like it in the ass? I mean really like it?"

"After you were born, it was the only way your daddy could do me and keep it stiff. I learned to love it. Then he left me for a man."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I really am."

"You'll do the same thing someday. In the meantime, fuck me hard with that long thing. Ram it in and make me hurt."

Paule pounded into her, his flat belly smacking her lush ass cheeks,enjoying the tightness of her anal walls clutching at him. It was as though he were creating a vacuum as he withdrew, a vacuum that wanted to pull the come right out of him. Then he slammed back until he hit the resilence cheeks of her fabulous buttocks. He was thankful for the two loads Dirk had sucked from him. Those earlier comes now made this session last longer and he wanted to make his first mother fuck last as long as possible, even if it was up her ass that her would give her his first tribute.

Ruth Eleanor went wild under the pistoning cock in her asshole. She moved in all directions, rotating, pumping with him, coming almost continuously as he fucked her. At last she felt him relinquish his load deep within her. She screamed as she reached her final orgasm and felt him freeze and rest his weight on her.

"God! Mom! You fuck good."

Ruth Eleanor colapsed to the floor. "Why haven't we done this before?"

"Gosh. I didn't know you wanted it. I knew you got off spanking my ass."

"I love the feel of your cock when it slides up and down between my thighs when I spank you. And I love your tight hard buns when I slap them."

"Feels good, Mom."

"Can I hold it for a while?"

"Sure." Paul smile. "But you know where it's been."

Ruth Eleanor smiled and rolled to her feet. I'll get a wash cloth and clean it up for you.

Paul loved the roll of her hips as her retreating buttocks disappeared into the downstairs john. He heard the water run then, through the open door, heard a torrent gush into the commode as his mother relieved herself then flushed.

The warm, wet cloth felt good on his shrinking but still semi-hard cock. She wiped him off tenderly then bent to kiss it before curling beside him and clutched her son's cock in her fist and closed her eyes. Paul reached to the couch to drag down an afghan and cover them both. They slept, spoon fashion, on the floor.

***

The Wednesday Night Widow's Club met each week through the next summer and into the winter. Jackie left her husband and moved in with Janet after Janet's son, Dirk went off to school.

Each week, a pair of Wesnesday Night Widows got their buns warmed. Each week couples, in some pairing or other, managed to get together to work off their sexual frustrations. Some pairings became semi-permanent. After a time there were few combinations of spanker and spankee that had not been acheived. Most buns had been warmed across most laps and there had been no reluctance to submit a bared butt to punishment. There was no tail that had not been bared, spanked and caressed. There were few complaints when a hand strayed beyond a rounded surface to give added comfort.

Those who crowded around to watch the weekly submission and supposed embarrassment envied either the punisher of the one being punished. All knew that the atmosphere was purely sexual and this weekly meeting afforded a release they could attain no other way.

***

They sat around Liz's play room where the Wednesday Night Widows met each week.

"What I could use for Christmas is a good, hard cock," said Lorene.

"Amen," said Janet and rubbed her crotch, suggestively, through her slacks.

"Cock turns me on," said Liz, "but when that ain't available, I'll settle for the taste of furburger."

Lorene clapped her hands. "I'll be damned. True confession time. By God, we've go some honest women amongst us."

"You mean you've never sampled that?" asked Liz.

"I 'm not saying that. I confess to picking a few stray hairs from between my teeth," said Lorene. "I'll dine at the gash as long as there's enthusiastic reciprocation."

Janet looked around the room, judging the expressions of the other women. "I might as well fess up. I imagine in college we all dabbled in a bit of feminine companionship, one way or the other. As I remember, it reduced the tension and I don't believe it ever dulled my appreciation for hard cock."

"That's three that's owned up," noted Lorene. "One more and we'll have a quorum."

"Shit," said Krista, "I'm gulty. I've been kissed down there and I was always willing to pay back."

Jackie nodded, "It's happened, but I don't want to be misunderstood. I don't want anybody accusing me of being a dyke."

"I'd never call any of us that that." Ruth Eleanor smiled, wickedly. "I've given and received, graciously."

Pauline shrugged. "Who am I to be different?" She looked around. "But personally I still like getting my ass slapped first." She shook her head apologetically.

"Hey. Don't apologize," said Liz, "to each his own. Whatever gets you off, I always say."

"Amen," breathed Lorene. 

All eyes turned on Mindy.

The red head blushed prettily. She shrugged. "What can I say? Until I got with you girls last summer, I'd never touched another woman. I have to admit, spanking all your butts turned me on a lot more than I would have thought."

"Everyone knows what happened to me the first time I was across your lap." Jackie paused, then shrugged. "It was a lot more than being turned on."

"I was envious," admitted Mindy."

"I guess that makes it unanimous. We all eat fur pie," said Liz.

"As an alternative," corrected Janet.

"Granted."

Maybe next time," suggested Krista, "the losers should eat out the winners."

"As a consolation prize?" asked Lorene.

"You can convert this old gray snatch into happy valley, any old time," said Liz. 

"With reverse tongue english by the recipient, I presume."

"Naturally."

"Are we playing cards tonight?" asked Krista.

"Let's just get into it," said Ruth Eleanor.

"So how do we declare losers and winners?"

"Have we agreed to the tonguing bit?" asked Lorene. "I'm ready."

Mindy downed the rest of her wine and refilled her glass. "Hell I might as well get into it with my friends."

Janet nodded. 

The other's voiced their acceptance.

"I'm for declaring the winners and losers right now and start the party," said Liz."

"With four sets of partners, It going to take some time to find two losers".

"Let all eight play high card, low card."

"With four winners and four losers, we all get into the act," said Jackie.

"Here's what we could do." proposed Lorene. "We shuffle four kings and four queens. Four pairs. We each draw one card. King of Hearts eats out Queen of Hearts."

"Sounds fair to me." said Liz. "We pair off and play lickty split."

Krista giggled. "Put that way, it sounds crude but I'm game."

Jackie smiled. "I don't think there's any losers in a game like that."

"How about you, Mindy?" asked Lorene. "You've never tongued at the groove?" 

Mindy shrugged. "I've got to admit it, I'm curious."

"So," asked Janet, "do we take off all our clothes? Do we do this in front of each other?"

"As far as I'm concerned," said Liz, "We can sit side by side on the edge of the couch and the cunt-lappers can kneel in front of us."

"I think pussy ticklers sounds more appetizing," said Janet.

"Honest to God," said Krista, "I'm dripping honey already."

"Save that sweet stuff," giggled Lorene, "I'm thirsting for it. I really am." She pulled her blouse from her skirt and began unbuttoning it. "C'mon. Let's all get naked."

"I'm not shy," said Liz Ashton. "You gals have seen everything I've got."

"You might say the same for me." Jackie shrugged, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it."

Krista noticed Jackie had not bothered with panties. "I see someone else decided to save time tonight in case she lost."

"You too?" Jackie smiled.

Krista nodded as she stepped out of her mini skirt. "I thought, what the hell. We have damn few secrets from each other. I might as well come prepared."

Liz finger combed her salt and pepper bush and let one finger trail into the almost hidden crevice. "Krista's not the only one that's got an oozey quim. I'm juicy as that freshly fucked fox they're always talking about."

"I love it when you talk dirty," said Mindy, "I never heard a lady talk like that."

"Nobody's accused me of being a lady," said Liz. "I have been called a damned good fuck."

"In some places, that's a compliment," said Lorene.

"All the places are the right places to get fucked," said Ruth Eleanor. "No holes barred."

In moments the eight members of the Wednesday-Night Widows clustered nakedly around the table. Liz separated kings and queens. She shuffled them carefully and put them to her left for Lorene to cut. One card at a time, she dealt them around.

Janet turned a king of clubs. "Looks like I'm a muff diver," she said quietly.

Krista drew the queen of diamonds.

Jackie turned over the king of hearts.

Mindy turned the king of diamonds and blushed.

Ruth Eleanor turned the king of Clubs. She turned to Pauline who turned the queen of the same suit. "Looks like your pussy pie is all mine."

Liz looked to Lorene, "It looks as though you and me will be serving. Now it's a question of whose cunt custard gets tasted by who."

Lorene turned to Janet and showed her the queen of clubs. "I'm all yours. Your hairless merangue, so to speak."

Janet checked Lorene's crotch, took in the shaven mons and the smooth lips below. She licked her lips enticingly. "I think I'll enjoy this."

"I know I will," breathed Lorene, "I'm going to love it."

"She's going to lick your hole a whole lot," said Liz. She turned to Jackie, "I hope you don't mind mushing through brush cause there's a lot of it down there."

"I'll manage," said Jackie. "I've been thinking about this."

"Me too."

"How do you want me?" asked Lorene.

"Do you mind the floor?"

Lorene lay on her back, drew up her knees and parted them.

Janet watched the pink line widen in the crease and saw the gash glisten wetly in the light. She crouched before the slightly older woman and lowered her head. Her tongue sought the slickness of the pink, inner lips. She heard Lorene's moan and ran her tongue the length of the labia to the emerging clit. 

Lorene's hips lifted from the floor and remained there for the length of the contact. "God!" breathed Lorene.

"Look at them go at it," said Liz. She took Jackie's arm. "Where do you want to tongue wash this old gray pussy?"

"Where ever you say."

"If it makes no never mind to you, "Liz nodded to the floor, "I think it might be real neighborly to set up shop next to our friends."

Jackie wrapped her arms around the plump mounds of Liz's buttocks and buried her face deeper in the foliage of the older woman's bush. She loooked up to her companion then lay back. "Then Come on down."

Liz went to her knees, straddling the younger woman. She moved forward until her pussy lips parted directly over Jackie's mouth. Is this all right?"

Jackie stared at the dark, hairy snatch spread above. She reached up and tenatively and stroaked the coarse curls. "Can I play with this thing a little first?"

"Honey, you can do anything you want to with this old cooze."

"I want to feel it inside and out."

"Go ahead, I'm wet enough to lubricate a python prick."

"I can tell." Jackie giggled. "I love feeling up someone else. God knows, I've done enough playing with myself lately."

"Good," murmured Liz. "Come on jiggle that clitty."

"It's so big," marveled Jackie. "Like my little finger and at least an inch long."

"Since I was a little girl, I couldn't keep my fingers away from it," confessed Liz.

"I can't remember when I discovered mine. It's so small compared to this, more like a pea."

"I'll bet it's as sensitive as anybody's."

"I go wild when anybody touches it." Jackie giggled. "Including me."

"I love to have mine sucked, to have a tongue swirl around it until I nearly go out of my mind."

Jackie parted the nether lips of her companion. She bent upward and flicked her tongue at the exposed, pink protuberance then wrapped her lips around it.

Liz's breath exploded in a gasp of ecstasy. Her hips settled downward. Her thighs enclosed Jackie's ears. Liz's bush tickled Jackie's nose. Jackie's lapping was muffled as her tongue vibrated deep inside Liz's cuntal walls The older woman wriggled her hips rhythmically, her thighs clamped her pleasure-giver's head as in a vise.

Mindy and Krista watched the couples on the floor writhe in their couplings. Mindy was overwhelmed with the action. 

"They didn't have any trouble getting to it." Mindy's was the understatement of the night.

"You've got a pretty red-haired pussy," said Krista. "Maybe next time our roles will be reversed and I'll get a taste of it."

"I guess I'm supposed to do you," said Mindy. "I'm kinda new at this."

"You don't have to unless you want to," whispered Krista. Their breasts flattened as she hugged the red headed girl to her. "Never do anything you don't want to do."

"I'm so damned horny too. I thought I'd get spanked tonight."

"Would you like to be spanked?"

"I think so."

"Well," smiled Krista, "that can happen later." Krista sat on the edge of the couch and parted her legs teasingly. "See anything you like?"

Mindy nodded.

"Don't be bashful," cooed Krista."

Mindy looked wistfully at the other woman's lush, hairy garden and watched the pink slit widen for her. With a moan, tongue extended, she bent forward. She parted her lips to cover the steamy crack of the open woman. She made as if she wanted to swallow that soft, hairy clam. The tip of her tongue speared the moist opening and forced its way into that slick lower mouth and forced its way as far as it could reach.

Krista's hips churned beneath Mindy's hands. Her slick snatch forced its way against the girl's mouth, the crinkly, wiry hair chaffing wildly against the girl's lips. There came a time Janet was aware of Lorene twisting and turning beneath her, then moving her onto her side. Quickly, Lorene's head delved between Janet's thighs. She felt the other's wet tongue attack her honey-pot. Janet had to admit, even in her wildest dreams, sixty-nine with a man had never been this good. Her mouth, wet and slick with her partner's pussy lube, Janet came again and again in throbbing pulsations she thought would never stop. Her insides quivered, flittered and fluttered, as she tried to give Lorene's smooth, shaven pussy as good as she got. She wondered if she would ever stop coming and if she did if she would be able to walk.




Wednesday Nite Widows Ch. 04



Jackie nibbled at the outer fringes of Liz's quim after the older woman had shoved her away for a rest. "You've got a nice taste," said the younger woman.

"Not bad for a woman past fifty, huh?" Liz turned and faced Jackie's middle. "Suppose we switch and I get a taste of your cooze?"

Jackie opened her legs. "I'm dripping like a leaky faucet." She felt the other's tongue slurp, noisily, up the center of her cunt, collecting her dripping honey along the way. "Oh God!"

Liz looked up. "I'd almost forgotten how much I liked the taste of pussy. I dearly love the flavor of freshly washed cunt."

"Maybe we could blend that taste into ice cream." Jackie giggled then moaned as her lover touched a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh do that again."

"Here?" Liz's tongue flicked at her exposed clit."

"Jezuz! Yes!" Jackie could not keep her hips still. They rocked, they swayed back and forth. The older woman, clinging to the youthful squirming ass cheeks, hung on, kept her mouth glued to the spot and kept her tongue active. This time. When Jackie climaxed, she screamed, screamed so loud that the other couples stopped and watched Liz bring her partner to screaming climax after climax.

At last, Liz raised her head. "I guess that shows who knows how to make Clam Come Chowder."

"I never heard of it," said Mindy.

"It's an old recipe that can only be passed from tongue to crack.

"My clam is cracked," gasped Jackie. "God! I don't know what happened to me. I feel like I've been sucked up and spit out."

"That's exactly what Liz did to you," said Lorene. "I never saw a woman come like you did."

Jackie shook her head. "It seems like everytime we get together I come all over myself."

"Jezus," said Krista. "are you complaining?"

Jackie shook her head again. "My pussy never felt so good."

"You make me hot just watching you come," said Lorene, "and Janet made me shoot my wad until I thought there was no more left in me."

I see everyone thought that come about was fairplay." Janet looked around. "Is there anyone who didn't have multiples?"

Mindy looked at the floor. "I guess I missed out."

"She was hoping for a spanking, tonight" said Krista.

"Well it's obvious that there won't be any card playing tonight," said Liz. "If our little friend wants her ass warmed, I guess some of us would be happy to oblidge."

"Honey, you can snuggle those cute little mounds across my lap anytime," said Lorene.

"I promised I'd help her out," said Krista. "After getting me off so good, it's the least I can do."

"I'd say we could all get in on it if she doesn't mind," said Jackie. 

"We could pass her from lap to lap," said Janet.

"Just a warming," cautioned Krista, "we don't want to hurt the girl."

"Hell, this is fun time," said Liz. "She can yell halt anytime she wants to.

"I'd like Janet to start me." Mindy blushed. "I mean I think she knows how I'd like it."

"Ho ho," laughed Lorene. "Have you gals been raiding each other's cookie jars out of school?"

"They been leaving together," said Krista. I bet something's going on."

"You should talk," said Jackie. "What have you two been doing after you drop me off?"

"Well," confessed Lorene, "Krista found out the first week that I shaved my cooze."

"Delicious," said Krista.

"So I got my bum bruised a little," said Mindy. "I found out I loved it. Now all of you can play a tune on it . Make me so hot I can't sit down tomorrow."

"This talk is making me juice again," said Krista.

"Let's face it," said Liz, "we're a horny, old bunch of cunts.

"So how are we going to do this?" asked Janet.

"We ought to spread her out so we can all get at her," said Krista.

"This is the absolute most," said Jackie. "Here we are, seven naked, pussy eating broads who have been at it for over an hour and we're still horny enough to want to fool around with one horny little ass that wants a tanning."

"It's not that little," said Mindy, "and it's got just as much feeling as yours, maybe more."

"Well, it's little compared to my broad beam," said Liz.

"I like your broad beam," said Jackie. "It's something to get your teeth into."

"I think you did," said Liz. "You did some great munching down there."

"I don't mind a few gray hairs in my teeth," admitted the younger woman. "Your juices taste just fine and I dearly loved your reciprocation."

"You've licked this old bag to a frazzle."

"So let's dispense with the bragging." Krista tossed her dark long hair. "Let's take care of Mindy and make her little pussy cream."

"It's already on fire," said the slender redhead. I want you to make it explode."

"The ottoman," said Liz. "Drape your cute little ass on this and we'll gather round and get our licks in."

"That sound's obscene," said Janet. "I have every hope that it will be," smiled Liz.

"Amen," said Lorene. She guided the younger woman over the big ottman so that her head rested on a pillow on the floor and her rump stuck out prominately. "Now spread your legs, a bit more. We want to see some of some red pussy hair when you bounce."

Seven naked women, on their knees, clustered around the object of their attention. They ran their hands over the shapely thighs and rounded buttocks. Occasionally a finger dipped below the curved cheeks and dipped into the slick crevice where Mindy's juices overflowed.

"Oh yes!" moaned Mindy. "More."

Liz let go with the first slap and it was a hard one.

Mindy squealed. Oh!"

In rapid succession, Lorene and Jackie followed with a flurry of sharp sounding rings of hands on bare ass flesh.

Janet moved nearer the girl's head and ran her hands up and down her spine in comforting support. She positioned her head on the floor and looked Mindy in the eyes. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Do you want them to stop?"

Mindy shook her head. Her hips were beginning to writhe and raise and lower in short fucking strokes on the leather otoman. Her moans were becoming more and more audible.

Janet pressed her lips to the writhing woman's and and soon their tongues were wrestling from mouth to mouth. 

Mindy shook her head. "Turn around," she panted. "I want to taste you."

Janet straddled the redhead and soon Mindy's tongue had found the sensitive clit. Janet settled back and the other's titilating little tongue brought her to completion.

Mind'y ass was quite red. Krista's hand insinuated between the legs and two fingers entered the cleft and the slick passage. Mindy raised and forced herself on the fingers and used them as a fulcrum to saw herself to climax after climax.

Liz let a hand trail over Lorene's ample butt and slide between the soft cheeks to the shaven vulva. She slicked her fingers and brought them back to Lorene's puckered rosette where she forced two of them into the woman to the second knuckle.

"Holy shit!" moaned Lorene. "Oh God! If you only had a big cock to shove up there."

"These are the best I got, Honey," whispered Liz."

"Your best is pretty good," breathed Lorene. "God! I didn't think I had another shot left in me, but I'm going to make it if you keep that up."

"Honey, the pleasure is all mine," breathed Liz. "You're so slick and smooth, and tight back there."

"It feels so good."

"Hell, I'd lick your asshole for you if we didn't have such an audience."

"And I'd return the favor," groaned Lorene, "I swear I would."

"I'd like that." The older woman sawed her fingers in and out of the tight hole. "Why don't you stay over after everybody goes home?"

"Another time. I'm so fucked out right now I don't know if I'll be able to walk." Lorene tightened her sphincter on the thrusting fingers and shoved back to get the last fraction of an inch inside her. "Oh God! I'm coming again and again. You're killing me so good!" Lorene collapsed on her side and closed her eyes, a broad smile on her face. "Let me die right here. I know I've been to heaven."

THE END