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Cynthia's Progress,

Chapter 5

Cynthia was definitely becoming a wilder fuck. She had always been good in
bed, but I guess maybe I'd never known what great in bed could really be.
The night before we were supposed to meet with Marty and Sheila was a
perfect example of how she'd changed.

She greeted me at the door when I got home from work wearing one of my
shirts. Only a few buttons along the bottom were fastened, and the hint of
skin down her chest within the mostly closed shirt teased at what was barely
hidden. The shirt was long enough to hide more of her shapely legs than many
of her skirts, but they looked great nonetheless.

I leaned down and kissed my petite wife and received an embrace and a warm
welcome tongue in my mouth.

"Well, hello to you, too," I said when her kiss finally ended.

"I've been anxious for you to get home," she told me, taking my hand and
leading me toward the stairs. "I thought you'd never get here."

"Whoa," I said laughing, pulling my hand away from her. "I just got here.
Let me set my briefcase down, maybe loosen my tie."

She kept going up the stairs without me. "Take your time," she said from
halfway up the stairs, "I'll be up here. Hope I don't have to wait too
long." With her back to me she unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop to the
ground, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. No panties, not
a stitch on. She looked back over her shoulder at me coyly and then casually
walked up the stairs toward the bedroom.

After five years of marriage, we were fucking daily, and not uncommonly,
even more often. This frequency was fairly new over the last few months,
since we had become involved with Sheila and Marty, but I was far from tired
of it.

Watching my wife's curvy butt on her tiny frame wiggling away from me killed
any ideas about teasing her and waiting. I started quickly up the stairs
behind her, taking them two at a time. With a playful scream she broke into
a run for the bedroom. I caught her as we both went through the bedroom
door. I grabbed her by the waist and easily lifted her and tossed her onto
our king size bed. I leapt in behind her as she bounced and turned onto her
back. Holding both of her hands in one of mine I held them over her head and
zealously kissed her.

"Hi there," I said. "Looks like I caught you."

"Guess so," she conceded, wrapping her bare leg up around mine. "I suppose
you're going to ravish me now?"

"Maybe I'll just let you go," I taunted.

"Oh, I kind of had my heart set on the whole ravishing thing."

"Guess I can't let you down." I brought my free hand up between her legs and
rested it on her crotch. I rubbed her nether lips with my fingers and
started kissing her again. She twisted her hands against my grip and I let
her go to find a softer handhold. While not large enough to fill my hand,
her left tit worked just fine. I worked her main pleasure points with my
hands and she used hers to start working on my clothes.

By the time she'd managed to get my shirt untucked and unbuttoned I was
working two fingers into her slick cunt. She started slowing down her
efforts at my clothes as she became more focused on her own pleasure. She
managed to slip her hand inside my fly and was stroking my cock. I moved my
head to her breasts and started sucking her nipples, pinching them in my
teeth and twisting them in my fingers. Her hips her thrusting against my
other hand as I finger fucked her and toyed with her hypersensitive clit.

"Oh, yeah! I'm gonna cum for you baby. I'm gonna cum on your hand Mike!"

"Already?" I thought. I'd noticed it certainly took a lot less to get her
off than ever before. She easily got aroused, and her sexual inhibitions
were disappearing more rapidly than I could have possibly imagined. Her
sexual appetite was much greater, also. Aside from our daily fuck sessions,
I had discovered that she was masturbating daily, too. She didn't know I was
aware of this, but I had my suspicions, so I started placing her vibrator
"just so" in her drawer every day and, sure enough, by the time I came home
it was always in a different place.

She came against my hand, screaming her satisfaction as her hand squeezed my
cock tightly. In a moment her muscles unclenched and she relaxed onto the
bed with a sigh. I rolled on top of her, shoving my trousers down to about
mid thigh.

"Just a minute," she panted as I pushed the head of my thick tool against
her tight slit. "Let me catch my breath."

"Nope," I told her, pushing easily halfway into her slippery cunt.

She grunted as I withdrew and thrust in again, harder.

"All the way, this time," I promised her. A louder, guttural sound escaped
her lips as I kept my pledge with a powerful thrust that buried my dick to
the hilt. I held it there insider her, letting her pussy acclimatized to its
intruder.

"More," she encouraged in a low moan.

Who was I to argue? I started fucking her in long full strokes. She wrapped
her slender legs around my waist and dug her heels into my ass to encourage
me. She pumped her hips against me to meet me at every stroke, keeping my
pace and trying to speed it up.

"Harder!" she begged. "Oh yeah, give it to me harder."

"Harder?" I asked between breaths, "like this!"

"Oh fuck! That's great! God, Mike give to me so good!"

"Turn around," I told her fighting to break the grip of her legs.

She speedily complied, rolling over onto her knees and raising her firm,
round ass high in the air and stretching her arms out in front of her, her
head resting against the mattress. Still half dressed, I moved in behind her
on my knees and shoved my rock-hard cock into her. I didn't waste any time
resuming my demanding rhythm. In this position we both had more leverage to
really go at it. She rocked back and forth into me as I pounded her from
behind. In no time she was moaning and biting the mattress, nearly cumming
again already. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, screwing her
deeply as I roughly took her small tits in my hands.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she yelled, "I'm gonna cum now Mike oh shit there,
there!"

Her cunt muscles gripped my cock as she came and I pumped harder against the
friction.

"My turn," I moaned as her orgasm ended. I took my cock from her slick pussy
and she collapsed, rolling onto her back and reaching for my dick. She
pumped it in her hand as she raised herself up and took the head between her
lips. I blasted into her mouth as she sucked, swallowing my load with
surprising expertise. Over the last week this occasional ritual that Marty
and Sheila had begun had wordless become the norm. An excellent sign, Marty
had told me, that she was way ahead of schedule.

We finally collapsed onto the bed, my head rested against her bare, sweaty
chest.

"That was quite a 'welcome home'" I said.

"Thought you'd like it." She wiggled around to face me, smiling as I
tenderly cleared the stray hair plastered to her face. "But that's just a
little warm up. I think we can work ourselves into a long, slow, really good
screw, now that we got that first big bang out of the way."

"Do we get to eat dinner?" I joked.

"We can order pizza later."

"Talked me into it." I kissed her neck lightly as my hand absently caressed
her breast. Her nipples were still stiff with sexual excitement. "We've sure
eaten a lot of pizza lately.  You've really become quite the horny little
vixen."

"Complaining," she arched her eyebrow at me.

I had to laugh. "Not hardly!"

"I can't wait to see Sheila and Marty tomorrow. Think they'll have the
pictures done?"

"Probably," I told her, although I knew for a fact that they had been ready
since Monday. Marty had even scanned a few and emailed them to me. "I can't
wait to see them."

"Me too. That was quite a night," she said, a smile creeping into her lips
at the memory.

"Being the sexy model was quite a turn on, eh?"

"It really was. I hope I get the chance to do it again."

"I really don't think that will be a problem! Hell, I'll go get our camera
right now."

She playfully punched my arm. "Not quite the same thing! Well, maybe some
other time."

"The rest of the night was pretty wild, too."

"That goes without saying," she laughed, then got a little serious. "You
weren't upset about me and Kevin, were you? I mean, we'd agreed about Marty
and Sheila, but he was kind of surprise and..."

"No, really. It was ok," I reassured her. "It was really a turn on watching
you with him. Would you have minded if another woman had shown up instead,
and me and her...got familiar?"

"I've thought about that, and...I wouldn't mind."

"Then again," I ventured in a joking tone, testing the waters a bit,
"another woman might show up and be interested in you. Sheila sure got a
little friendly."

Cynthia blushed. "I hadn't expected that. And I've thought about that, too.
It was kind of weird."

"But not bad?"

"No. Oh you men and your lesbian fantasies!" she hit me with a pillow.

We both laughed for a moment and then I pushed, just a little more.
"Seriously, though, Sheila's obviously bi. The, uh, situation...is going to
come up again."

"Yeah, I guess so," she demurred.

"I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, I've said
that from the beginning and I mean it. If it's going to be a problem, you
need to talk to her.  I'm sure she would understand."

Cynthia thought for a moment. "Honestly, Mike, if it was just like last
weekend, well, I enjoyed that. I mean, I don't know I guess. I think we can
just see what happens, and if things go to far, I'll say something. She'll
understand, like you said." She sounded a little uncertain, but I decided to
let it drop for now.

I kissed her, long and gently, then smiled and glanced down at my cock. She
followed my eyes and smiled, looking at my flaccid prick lying against my
thigh.

"I think I can do something about that." She grinned and licked her lips. "A
little appetizer to get you ready for round two."

She crawled down and took my cock into her mouth, beginning one of her
fantastic blow-jobs. I knew I would be hard again in no time.

"I could use a little sustenance myself," I told her reaching for her hips
and sliding them up to me so that we were lying on our sides, mouths to
genitals. Her musky scent filled my nostrils as I dipped my tongue into her
sweet honey-pot.


* * *

"Set that down and give me a hand over here," Marty told me as he extended
the legs of the tripod. I reluctantly set the photo album to the side.
Cynthia's pictures had come out even hotter than I'd imagined.

We were in the secret room next to the den and we were running late. Our
wives were due back from their shopping trip at any time, and Marty wanted
to get the video cameras set up for what he was sure would be a terrific
video opportunity.

"Do you really think it will happen?" I asked.

"From what you told me about your conversation, as well as her increasing,
well, sluttiness, I guess you'd call it, I'm pretty sure.  And Sheila can be
pretty irresistible."

I had to agree with that.

We set up three cameras in the small room, one fixed camera on each corner
of the window/mirror and one right in the middle that Marty would man.
Another still camera was hidden in a mirrored end table in the den, twelve
feet away from the sofa. Marty had assured me that none of the cameras got
all the action as well as when you were right in the room filming live, but
once he mixed and edited them they came out pretty good.

"Perfect timing," he announced as we plugged in the last camera. "Here they
are."

Cynthia and Sheila walked in to the room, smiling and laughing. Cynthia
plopped down on the sofa as Sheila headed over to the bar.

"Rum and Coke sound alright to you, or are you tired of them yet today?"
Sheila asked her as she dropped ice cubes into glasses.

"Sounds fine to me. Wow, I always seem to do plenty of drinking when I'm
with you!"

Marty and I both laughed out loud at that comment, sharing a wink.

"I guess Marty and I are starting to turn you into a lush; just like us,"
Sheila laughingly told her as she handed her the drink and sat down next to
her. For the next twenty minutes they went through their drinks and chatted
about inconsequential things, the place they had just been to lunch, places
they wanted to go to shop later, etc. Finally Sheila looked at her watch and
changed the subject a little.

"Still quite a while 'til the guys get back from golfing.  It's been over a
week now since we saw you both last; I have to admit I've been pretty
anxious to get together."

"Me, too," Cynthia giggled, getting a mischievous smile on her face. "I
always look forward seeing you guys."

"That reminds me," Sheila told her getting up. "We developed the pictures we
took last time you were over.  Wanna see?"

Cynthia's face colored just a bit, "Oh yeah. Did they come out ok? I have to
admit I felt a little awkward, I'm probably not much of a model."

"Don't be ridiculous," Sheila scolded her. "They came out beautifully. You
really look fantastic.  Hang tight just a sec, I'll run and get them."

She left the den and tapped lightly on the door to our secret room.  Marty
let her in and she came over to me, smiling.

"Hi Mike." She kissed me firmly on the mouth and I gave her ass an
affectionate squeeze.  "I take it you've already seen the pictures? What do
you think?"

"Very hot," I told her. "I think she's going to like them.  The whole modest
thing is about half put-on, she's been wondering about the pictures all
week."

"I had a feeling." Marty handed her the album. "Did you talk to her about
anything else?"

"Yes," I smiled at her, knowing exactly what she meant.  "She's definitely
interested.  It looks like you've already plied her with alcohol, so I have
a feeling you won't have too much trouble with your seduction."

"Mm, a seductress.  I kind of like the sound of that." She kissed me again.
"I'd better get back out there, don't want to keep her waiting too long."
She quickly went over to her husband and gave him a quick kiss, then
returned to the den.

"Here they are," she announced as she sat next to my wife and opened the
book to the first page.  "Unfortunately, for all that lingerie we bought, we
only got pictures in the one outfit."

Cynthia burst into a fit of slightly drunken giggles as she started leafing
through the photo album. "I guess I did get a little distracted. Like I said
I'm not much of a model.  Hey, you were right, these do look good!"

"I thought you would like them.  You really do look great in a short skirt
like that, you've got terrific legs."

She turned a few more pages, then let out a sharp "Oh!" followed by more
giggles. "This was  where I got a little daring!"

"Bye, bye bra," Sheila agreed teasingly, "but you remember that's just the
beginning."

Cynthia was still looking at her first topless pictures. "They are pretty
sexy, but I guess I won't be on the centerfold of Playboy anytime soon."

"Don't be so modest, Cynth. These are very good."

"Yeah, but I'm not really built like a centerfold.  Not quite enough up
top."

"Hush!" Sheila told her, "you've got fantastic breasts. Certainly none of
the guys that were watching that night complained."

"I guess not, but they're not as impressive as yours."

Sheila hefted her own breasts in her hands. "I do have some fun with these.
But all big boobs really do is sag a little more each year and hurt your
back." She turned another page in the album and admired the next shot.
"Those boobs of yours are going to be perky until your fifty!"

Cynthia turned several more pages, then stopped for a long time, staring at
one page. Sheila smiled slightly, waiting for her reaction.

"I guess I kind of forgot they were still taking pictures then," she finally
said.

"Just a few," Sheila told her, although it was actually only a few out of
quite a lot that made it into the album she was looking at now. "Those
definitely won't make Playboy. Maybe Hustler."

She turned another page slowly, I wasn't quite sure how to read her intent
look.

"I've never really paid much attention to pictures this...explicit before. I
really never imagined myself in any.  Wow.  I never would have guessed how
sexy they could be."

Marty and I both sighed audible in relief.

"I was kind of worried there for a minute," I confessed.

"I hate to admit it, but me, too," he agreed.

"You look fantastic," Sheila told her. She pointed to something in the
picture. "I hope you didn't mind me getting a little friendly there."

My wife grinned at her a little sheepishly. "Not at all. I mean, with
everything going on and all, it was just...every touch was just so...
sexual. I kind of lost track of who was even touching me."

Sheila displayed a slightly disappointed look. "Oh. I'd thought you enjoyed
my... participation. I didn't mean to overstep."

"No, that's not what I meant," a note of anxiety crept into her voice. She
idolized Sheila to a certain extent and I was sure she was suddenly afraid
of injuring their relationship. "Everything mixed together into this great,
wonderful feeling, but I guess I was aware of... everyone...that was
involved. And I enjoyed it all."

"I'm so glad to hear that." Sheila tried to hide the sound of relief in her
voice. "You were certainly enjoying yourself. I would hate to feel I'd taken
advantage."

"Not at all," Cynthia quickly reassured her.

Sheila put her hand lightly on her arm. "I got the feeling it was new to
you, having a woman involved like that. I worried a little that you might
have had some regrets later."

Cynthia blushed.

"It is new, but it was all right. Everything has been knew with you and
Marty, but there's nothing I regret."

"Maybe I kind of forget that, the way you seem to fit in so nicely with us."
Cynthia beamed at the compliment, and Sheila decided to push her luck a bit
further. "I've really enjoyed getting closer to you, you're such and
attractive woman, in so many ways." As she talked she ran her hand along
Cynthia's arm and gently cupped her young prot g 's breast.

"Is this ok?" she asked, caressing the small, firm tit in her hand.

"I...I guess so."

"Are you sure?" Sheila asked her, looking intently into her eyes as she
unbuttoned my wife's blouse with her other hand. "I don't want you to feel
uncomfortable."

Cynthia paused for a moment before responding as Sheila eased opened the
now-unbuttoned blouse and reached in to take a breast in each hand.

"No, it's ok," Cynthia said nervously. "Actually, kind of nice."

"Good," Sheila told her soothingly, still staring into her eyes, "maybe
things will get even nicer. You do have such marvelous, sexy breasts."
Cynthia leaned back on the couch, relaxing passively as Sheila massaged her
chest, pinching her nipples through the sheer white fabric of her bra. "I
don't know why you wear bras, you sure don't need them to lift anything up
and I think you look so much sexier without. I know it would feel sexier
without. Your clothes brushing against your bare nipples every time you
move, you just feel half turned on all day."

She reached between Cynthia's breasts and unclasped her bra. Her nipples
were stiffly pointing straight out. Sheila took the warm, bare titflesh in
her hands, tweaking the excited nipples. She slowly leaned in closer to her,
and I was sure for a moment she was going to kiss her. Instead she bent
lower, softly kissing Cynthia's chest just above her breasts. She began a
trail of tender kissed down until her lips were touching the area just
between her breasts. She turned to briefly smile at her as she squeezed her
right breast at the base, bulging it out slightly, then she flicked the
engorged nipple with her tongue. A sharp intake of breath was the only sign
Cynthia gave to show her pleasure, but it was enough for Sheila. Her tongue
made slow circles around the nipple before finally taking it into her mouth,
sucking on it hard and then repeating the process with her other breast. She
dropped one hand onto Cynthia's leg and started rubbing up and down along
the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt a little higher each time.

After a few minutes of this teasing Sheila raised her head so her face was
once again inches from Cynthia's, staring deeply into her eyes. Cynthia's
lips parted slightly, expectantly, but Sheila merely held her gaze for a few
moments and then reached up to slide the open blouse and brassier off her
shoulders. She reached up and cupped her younger friend's diminutive tits
briefly before finally breaking her gaze and standing up.

Unfastening the top three buttons on the front of her dress allowed Sheila
to shrug it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Cynthia
unconsciously licked her lips as she stared at Sheila's sexy body in her
lacy black underwear. She was certainly dressed, or rather undressed, for
action. A push-up bra lifted her plentiful tits up with a spectacular
display of cleavage while a thong and garter belt accentuated her curvy
hips. Her black stockings and heels completed the vixenish look. She sat
down next to Cynthia with her arm around her shoulders and her free hand
returning to a silky firm tit.

"Would you like to kiss me?" Sheila asked her seductively, as her lips
waited inches from my wife's.

"Yes," Cynthia replied barely above a whisper.

Sheila didn't hesitate to make it happen. She kissed my wife passionately
and from what I could tell, Cynthia responded in kind. She had been pretty
much passive up until now, but she was starting to react more energetically.
Her arms wrapped around Sheila, pulling her into a closer embrace as they
kissed deeply. Sheila took her by the hand and guided her to her large, full
breast. Cynthia gave it a tentative squeeze. Sheila broke their kiss, moving
to nuzzle Cynthia's neck and nibble on her earlobe. Cynthia became bolder,
squeezing Sheila's tit as it overfilled her small hand. In a moment her
other hand came moved up to join the fun. She looked a little awkward
groping another woman's goodies for the first time, like a teenage boy
feeling up his first girlfriend.

"That feels good," Sheila encouraged her, putting her hand between Cynthia's
thighs and sliding it up under her skirt. "Pinch my nipples a little. Ooh,
like that."

"I can feel them through your bra," Cynthia breathed.

"You're so wet already," Sheila had obviously gone straight for the good
stuff.

 She pulled her hand out from under Cynthia's skirt with her finger hooked
through the crotch of her white panties. "Another undergarment I think you
could start doing without," she said as she disengaged long enough to slide
the scant piece of cotton down my wife's legs and then toss it to the side.
"They're fine for dress up, but entirely unnecessary on a day-to-day basis."
Without another word she reached to Cynthia's waist and unfastened her
skirt. She raised her hips to let Sheila slide it off.

Sheila brazenly stared at her, her eyes tracing every inch from her feet to
her nervously smiling face and then back again.

"You are so sexy, I just don't know where to start!"

Cynthia giggled in response and Sheila proved herself a liar as she moved
back in to kiss her, immediately dropping one hand between her legs,
enjoying the unrestricted access to Cynthia's cunt, while the other quickly
found a waiting tit, and began tugging on the sensitive tip.

Cynthia was getting into it even more now.  She went right for Sheila tits,
eagerly exploring them with her hands. She maneuvered one partway out of the
top of its confinement and toyed with the freed nip.

"Just take my bra off," Sheila told her, pressing her body close so that
Cynthia easily reached behind her and unhooked the bra. As Cynthia peeled it
off her shoulders, Sheila slid two fingers up into her wet tunnel. "Your
pussy is so hot," she said as my wife gasped sharply, "it's like a furnace."
She started moving her fingers in and out. "No wonder all the guys love
putting their cocks up this great cunt." She pumped a couple of more times
then stopped. "You got these babies free, don't you want to play with them?"
she wiggled her shoulders playfully, causing her full knockers to bounce on
her chest.

Cynthia was a bit dazed by all the rapidly changing, erotically charged
stimuli. Sheila was trying to keep her off her guard and it was working

"They're so wonderful, I've never felt another woman's breasts before, and,"

"Tits," Sheila interrupted her, "they're definitely tits."

Cynthia giggled again and Sheila's correction, but then looked a little
disappointed when she took her fingers from her love box. Sheila lifted her
tits up in with her hands to display them for her pupil then straddled her,
which place those tempting mams right in my wife's face. Cynthia
instinctively leaned forward and put her lips to Sheila's right jug.

"Mmm, you tongue feels good on my nipple."

"They're so big," Cynthia told her moving now to the other one and moving
her tongue in a circle around the large areola. "Your nipples I mean. Are
they sensitive?"

I couldn't believe how quickly my young wife had adapted to this entirely
new situation.  Until only a few months ago, the whole idea of having sex
with another woman was totally taboo, and now here she was naked with
another nearly naked woman. The awkwardness of only a few minutes ago had
already given way to eager curiosity about this new experience. More and
more I believed that she truly was the slut Marty and Sheila saw in her.

"Very!" Sheila answered her. "Just like yours." She reached down and took
the blondes perky nipples in the fingers, squeezing firmly.

Marty and I sat entranced as we watched the two women playing with each
other breasts for several minutes. Cynthia unabashedly fondled and squeezed
Sheila's jugs, alternately sucking one nipple, then the other.  All the
while Sheila never let loose of her nipples, pulling, twisting and squeezing
them. As always, once she was already turned on, which seemed easier than
ever to do these days, Cynthia really caught fire when her tender titties
were subjected to a more intense stimulation.

Finally, Sheila decided to take things in a new direction.

"God, you've got me so turned on," she panted.

"Me, too," Cynthia moaned.

"I want to make you feel so much better," she told her. "I want to make you
cum. Do you want to cum? Do you want to make me cum?"

"Oh yes!"

The answer was barely out of my wife's mouth before Sheila raised herself up
on her knees and pushed down firmly on Cynthia's shoulders, sliding her down
in the chair and then thrusting her crotch forward, towards her face.

I was greatly surprised at this bold action. I was sure she would go down on
Cynthia first, getting her so worked up that she wouldn't balk at anything.
But here she was pushing her cunt in my wife's face, and she didn't hesitate
to eat her first pussy.

Cynthia leaned in and licked experimentally along the center of Sheila's
panty-clad crotch. "I...I'm not sure what to do..." Cynthia started to say.

"Just do what you know feels good to yourself. And let me get these out of
the way." With one quick movement she put her hands to her waist and pulled
on a string on either side, allowing her to quickly bare her pussy for the
waiting mouth in front of it.

Cynthia's tongue reached out uncertainly, but Sheila put her hand behind her
head and pushed it forward into her musky twat. Cynthia didn't resist at
all, instead I watched her head moving as she worked her tongue around in
newly discovered territory.

"That's it, that's good, so good," Sheila coaxed.  "Suck my clit, yeah, just
like that. Lean back. All the way." As Cynthia reclined backward, Sheila
followed, their mouth to cunt contact never breaking.  Sheila lifted one leg
up and over the back of the sofa, effectively pinning her young friends face
against her crotch. She continued graphically instructing her in the finer
points of cunnilingus as she ground her hips against her face.

"Use your fingers, too. Fuck me with them," Cynthia instantly obeyed her
instructor. "Play with yourself, too. Get that pussy real wet for me. After
you make me cum, I'm gonna lick you so good."

Cynthia fingered herself vigorously with one hand while the other pumped
just as hard into Sheila, who was starting to really fuck Cynthia's face.
She was moaning and grinding her hips against the fervent tongue in her cunt
as she squeezed her own bouncing boobs. Finally, she couldn't hold back any
longer and came with pleased groan, spasming against Cynthia's mouth.

Coming down from the sexual high, catching her breath, she dismounted from
Cynthia and the couch.

"That was fantastic!" she told her. Her praise elicited a smile from my wife
that seemed almost childlike in its honest happiness at having pleased.

"I'm getting so hot, too!" Cynthia told her, "I want you."

Sheila smiled, but sat down on the floor opposite her.

"Keep playing with yourself," she told her. "I want to watch you cum. That's
it, show me how you like it."

"Oh, god, Sheila, I really want you! Please, touch me!" I could tell Sheila
was enjoying making her beg.

"Make yourself cum, baby, then I'll really do you. I like to start with a
clean slate."

Cynthia redoubled her efforts, focusing her fingers on her clit. Her other
hand pulled forcefully on her nipples, feeling every intense sensation as
pure pleasure. It didn't take her long to cum, and she came hard. Her hips
jolted several times, and she bounced herself clear off the couch,
collapsing in a panting, shaking, very pleased heap on the floor.

"Damn!" Sheila laughed. "You definitely deserve a reward. Here, just lie
down here on the floor, this carpets actually quite soft, I'll be right
back." She positioned her in profile to Marty and I, giving us an excellent
vantage point,

She went behind the bar, and retrieved a pair of vibrators from a drawer,
holding them up so that Marty and I, and the camera could see. One was
slender and bright pink, about six inches long and less than an inch in
diameter.  The other was silver, also about seven inches long, but closer to
an inch and a half diameter. She walked back across the room, kicking off
her heels along the way, and handed a somewhat confused Cynthia the pink
toy. Cynthia started to sit up and voice a question, but Sheila quieted her
with the age-old gesture of a finger to the lips. She turned around and
squatted over my wife's face, her pussy hovering just inches from her nose,
then she leaned forward and relaxed on top of Cynthia in a sixty-nine
position.

She lowered her mouth Cynthia's responsive clit and turned on the vibrator,
running the end of it back and forth along her pussy lips. Cynthia mimicked
her movements. Soon, Sheila slid the vibrator easily into her slippery cunt
and Cynthia followed suit. Cynthia was once again the student, following
Sheila's instructions by imitating what was done to her. Sheila reached down
and toyed with a nipple; Cynthia did the same. This beautiful lesson in
Sappho continued wordless for nearly twenty minutes, slowly building until
they were both breathing heavily and moaning loudly, their bodies gyrating.
Tongues lapped furiously as vibrators pistoned rapidly into cunts and
breasts ground against bellies.

"Oh fuck!" Cynthia screamed.

"Are you going to cum?" Sheila managed to ask between breaths.

"Almost...ohmygod...almost there."

"I want to cum together," she started pumping the vibrator even faster into
Cynthia's sopping pussy, but reached back with her free hand to stop Cynthia
from doing the same to her. She pulled the slim toy from her hot love canal
and pushed the end against her tightly pucker anus. Seeing what she wanted,
Cynthia took the toy and shoved into Sheila's ass. She rammed it fiercely in
and out as she suddenly came. Her orgasm rolled through her body, lasting
nearly half a minute. Midway through it, Sheila came, too. Her thighs
clamped unnoticed against Cynthia's head as she screamed into her cunt.

When the eruption was finally over they both lay there motionless for
several minutes, inhaling each other's potent smell of pure sex as they
panted to catch their collective breath. Sheila finally rolled off of her
young partner, the bottom of the thin vibrator still just barely peeking out
from her ass. She let out a deep sigh as she slowly removed it and rolled it
to the side.

Taking her time, she stood on slightly wobbly legs as Cynthia pulled herself
up onto the sofa.

"Water?" Sheila asked, receiving a weakly affirmative nod.

She went to the bar and filled a pair of glasses. She returned and handed
one to Cynthia. "Well?" was all she asked.

Cynthia only smiled.

Sheila sat next to her, putting her arm around her shoulders. Cynthia
snuggled in a little, resting her head against Sheila's soft, left tit.

Sheila stroked her hair gently, "Why don't we go up to the bedroom and take
a little nap and get rested up. The guys will be home in a couple of hours,
and after we demonstrate this new...discovery...of yours, I'm sure they
won't be willing to let us just stop and take a break."

End Chapter 5
Chapter 6 coming soon,

As always, any and all feed back is greatly(!) appreciated. Please email
comments, criticisms and suggestions to rumrunner2001@yahoo.com

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