Chapter 13

Rousing enough to mumble assent to her husband’s idea of taking the girls to the beach for the day, Regina fell asleep again almost immediately. She was warm and snug in bed, and it was hours before she woke again.

Then she was still snug, but now alert to the fact that it wasn’t her own bed, that she had slept in with Stella Baker last night. She pressed her tits into the other woman’s back, and her mound into the trimly delightful shapings of Stella’s ass. Swift images of the previous night flashed through her mind, pictures of what she had done with both men, then the more vivid, truly ardent scene she had made with Stella.

It had been something else, that intertwining, that soft seeking, that gentle stimulation that led finally to a marvelous orgasm, the crowning emotion of the entire night. And it had also been the last arousal, because Regina simply melted, after that. She barely recalled being helped up to bed, and she’d fallen right into a dreamless sleep.

“Mmmm-oh hi,” Stella said, turning onto her back and fluttering her lashes, those sooty lashes so thick and black. “Morning, darling—you, look terrific, as always.”

Regina slid an arm across Stella’s tummy. “You look better than that; you look delicious.”

“Do I? I feel kind of sticky.” Her eyes found Regina’s and turned warm. “Last night—oh, darling.”

“Yes,” Regina said, hugging her friend, her lover. “I know what you mean. It was wonderful for me, too. Maybe it really takes a woman to create the sharpest climax in another woman. Oh, I go crazy over the others, too—but what we did to each other was something pretty special.”

Stella’s lips were ripe and near; she brought them closer for a kiss. Her tits turned and pressed into Regina’s; both sets of nipples turned hard, and Stella said, “I never did it with a woman before, and I know you didn’t either. So both of us were sort of cherries for each other.”

“That’s a pretty way to think of it. Shall we start the day right?”

They turned the kiss into a searching one, and their tits moved back and forth, fitting into their valleys, compressing, releasing. Their cunts met and blended as their tongues were blending, and the heat began to spread from their minds to their increasingly active bodies.

“So sweet,” Regina murmured as her teeth raked gently over the other woman’s. “So fiery and laced with honey.”

“You’re fabulous,” Stella sighed, and her hand was the first to sneak between their bellies and find a crotch. Her finger slid into Regina’s labia to feel around, to tantalize the damply hot cleft.

Regina couldn’t wait to get her own fingers into that juicy, clinging cunt, and soon they were blissfully finger fucking each other, building their heat to a more blazing core, rubbing their vibrant clits into a more tingling awareness.

By mutual consent then, they withdrew their fingers and moved across each other, bodies at first diagonal, then once again longitudinal, but then ended head to foot. Regina kissed the small and shapely feet, then licked them as Stella wriggled and groaned. She felt a hot tongue on her own toes, and they kept pace with each caress, licking along the ankles and calves, spreading their lips to cover a kneecap, nipping the satiny insides of a quivering thigh.

Breath clotting in her throat, Regina stared hungrily into the thick black fur that grew so lushly over Stella’s cunt. She saw the outer lips, and beneath them, peeping coyly, the inner labia of scarlet.

Regina went up into that forest of curly hairs, her tongue reaching through the tasty brush to taste the cunt lips already turning steamy, already glistening with that honeyed moistness.

Into the labia her tongue went, pressing on into the hidden folds, on into the cavity itself, and her teeth came against the cunt lips. The flavors were rich and heavily scented with the special musk of Stella’s body; the taste was exquisite, succulent, and Regina began to eat.

Her hands cupped the slim asscheeks above her head, one fingertip tracing its way to the palpitating asshole. She drew the trembling clitoris into her teeth and sucked upon it, reveling in the flexing and heaving.

And the identical thing was happening to her as Stella’s tongue tapped intriguingly against her clit, as Stella’s hot mouth and teasing teeth worked over her cunt lips and delved into her vagina.

For a while they squirmed together, matching movement for movement, tingle for tingle, but their individual emotions got out of hand, and they veered off into sizzling little byways of exploration on their own.

Stella used her finger on Regina’s ass, used her teeth to nip almost painfully, then sucked the clit deep into her lips and worked on it.

Regina ate deeply into the other woman’s sweet pussy, burrowing, nosing, rubbing her mouth around in slippery circles, luxuriating in the spiced oils of Stella’s cunt, then turned on the target of the clitoris with nearly savage intensity.

They hiked their asses and drove them wriggling down again; they ground the crotches and bumped like strippers, and as the sensations got better and better, growing more searing with each passing moment, their movements turned more spasmodic.

Regina mumbled into the hot folds of flesh and felt, rather than heard, the moan as Stella responded. Then the dams broke within them both, and the foaming liquids came tumbling, rushing out to flood their souls with fire.

Regina came in a series of twisting motions, in a lascivious, orgiastic plunging of her cunt upon her lover’s mouth. Wave after wave of glorious feelings splashed within her pussy, and she sucked that much harder upon Stella’s clit, bringing the other woman to a shuddering climax, too.

It was a hell of a way to say good morning, Regina thought.

Sometime later they pulled apart, and went into separate bathrooms to tidy themselves up, showering and brushing their teeth, combing hair and scenting their bodies. They met in the hall, and held hands going downstairs to breakfast.

Over coffee, Regina said, “I remember Bill coming into your bedroom this morning, and saying something about taking the girls to the beach.”

Stella nodded. “With Chuck; I heard them.”

“Why just the girls, and not the boys?” Regina wondered aloud.

Then she knew; the boys had turned down the trip, and for very good reasons. Carey and Dale no doubt had plans of their own, and Regina had the certain feeling that she—and Stella—were included. It was time for complete honesty between herself and Stella Baker, once merely her best friend, and now the lover of her husband, her son, and Regina herself.

Stella said, “I don’t know, but I guess—”

Regina cut in: “Darling, I saw you screw Dale.”

For a stretched-out second, Stella didn’t look up, but when she did, her eyes were wicked, “Was I good?”

“You were second at the boys,” Regina said. “Carey pulled the same blackmail stunt on me, days ago. I had to go along with what he wanted, and now I’m happy I did. He is a very sweet, very horny boy.”

Blinking, Stella asked, “Did—did Carey know about your boy and me?”

“He helped set it up,” Regina admitted. “Your son not only loves you, Stella—he’s also in love with you. He wants you very much.”

“That’s why he turned Dale onto me?”

“And suggested I trade you Bill for his daddy. Stella—he and Dale were at the window last night, watching everything we did with the men, and with each other.”

Stella whistled softly. “They must have had quite a night, poor kids.”

Regina looked down into her coffee cup. “Did you ever consider screwing your own son?”

Shrugging, Stella said, “Oh, sure. But I had no idea he was already old enough. I mean, I wasn’t all that sure anything would ever happen; it was just a vague idea.”