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The exhausted young wife rested back against the edge of the tub, sensing something maternal in the other woman that was gently comforting. Mona Allan was rather brazen at times, but she was also someone from whom you could expect total honesty. She might decide to seduce someone but she'd be the first to tell you what she was doing.

"I guess we all have our vulnerable spots. The only thing I don't like is losing control, the way I did tonight," Jane studied the raven-haired face of her former classmate in the mirror.

Mona's hands slipped to Jane's shoulder and brushed softly through her cascading golden hair. The naked woman let out an uncontrolled sigh as the fingers massaged the tensed sinews of her back and moved down to her shoulder blades.

"This is just what you need. A nice massage to make you feel better. . . get all the knots out. I love it when someone does it to me, I never feel so uptight afterwards," she whispered, and continued the caressive magic, lower now, touching the small of her back above her rounded buttocks that were just below the water.

"I'd better get out," Jane suddenly stood up, and stepped gingerly from the tub, refusing to face the other woman.

"I'll dry you. I'm sorry you didn't like the back rub," Mona said, sincerely.

The naked blonde woman flushed; she didn't want to insult her friend. "You're wrong, Mona, I loved it. I was just thinking about falling asleep. You made me feel so relaxed I just about faded out of the picture."

Mona wrapped the large velour towel around Jane's ripe young figure and began shimmying it over her long lithe legs, drawing the fluffy softness up to the juncture of sparse pussy hair nestled up between her thighs. "This is the part that needs real tenderness," Mona said in a soft whisper. "That little pussy of yours has seen a lot of action this evening."

Jane jerked backwards against the wall as the towel slipped back and forth over her cuntal mound. A sharp tingle of hotly pleasurable sensation boiled up between her legs into her taut little belly, and she felt suddenly weak as a kitten.

"Don't get yourself all worked up, sweetie," Mona's hardened nipples pressed intimately against the naked blonde's hips as she kneeled to give her tender pussy lips a soft caress before drawing the towel up to Jane's firm pliant breasts.

Jane felt another shudder of erotic pleasure pass through her. She became immediately aware that there was something more than an affectionate massage and toweling being done to her, but for a number of too obvious reasons she didn't want the other woman to stop!

"Sometimes I think I'm a purely sexual animal . . . do you know what I mean?" Mona laughed and drew the towel away from the young blonde's body.

Jane pulled the silk kimono robe Mona had laid out for her around her shoulders. "You're no different from any of us," she forced a smile. "Perhaps you're just a little more honest. Maybe you understand your own feelings about your body better than most people."

The two women went down the hall and Mona showed Jane into the guest room. The room contained only a large double bed and a small white dresser.

"Lie down, Jane, on the bed, I'll try to do a better job this time of massaging you," the brunette's eyes were lust-glazed, and her full moist lips glistened in the indirect lamp light.

"I don't know. . . maybe I should just get into bed and try to go to sleep," Jane said nervously, unsure of her own emotions.

Mona came beside her, pushed her gently but firmly toward the bed. Jane was on her stomach a moment later, with the kimono thrown over the bedspread, and Mona Allan straddling her naked rounded buttocks. The brunette's thighs were spread apart, and Jane could feel her warm vaginal mound scraping against the back of her leg.

"Massage is a real art, you know. You have to apply just enough pressure to do the job without injuring the muscles or the nerves . . . I'm not hurting you, am I?" Mona asked.

"Oh, no, it feels . . . great," Jane tried to push aside any thought of the forbidden, the obscene from her mind.

Mona's fingers slowly worked their way down Jane's naked back, her palms widespread as she massaged and caressed the smooth taut flesh.

"After what you've been through, I bet you're really tense up here," she said, lifting her weight and sliding her hands quickly over the twin white cheeks of Jane's ass.

"God, it does feel good," the trembling young blonde answered, tensing and relaxing her buttocks as the brunette plied and kneaded their rounded softness. A low groan of unwanted lust bubbled out of her throat.

Suddenly, without warning, Mona was pushing her over on her side and stroking her tautly quivering breasts, pausing to taunt her nipples into hardness with a knowing feminine touch. Then she was trailing fingers down her ribs as she shifted position until they were lying on their sides facing each other.

Jane stared wide-eyed in the pinkish light of the voluptuously curved body of this woman whose intimate touches were both exciting and sending a tremor of confusion through her body. The two emotions combined effect left her bereft of any power to act.

"I . . . I don't understand," Jane stammered as the dark-haired woman's strong, slightly taller body quivered hotly and pressed with a licentious directness against her own.

"Sssssshhhhhhhh," Mona whispered, and undid her sheer black nightgown, then dropped it to the floor. "Just relax and let me make you happy . . . very, very happy. . . the way that only a woman can."

Her hand came and touched Jane's cheeks. The young blonde lay still while fingers ran down over her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin to her long smooth neck. She shivered from the delicately tracing fingertips.

"Jane, you're such a pretty girl, a beautiful woman. I've thought so ever since we were in high school when we took showers together in the girls gym. I always wondered how much you fucked around, whether you made it with many boys before you got married."

The question jolted the blonde girl. At first she didn't know how to answer, or if she should answer at all "Did you?"

"No, not really," Jane stuttered finally, not really knowing what made her answer the question.

"Tonight, I know you must have enjoyed it when Larry and Bob did those things to you. Did you suck anyone's cock? Why don't you tell me everything you did?"

Jane lay unable to move, as though it were impossible for her to believe what was taking place; she had heard of women who were this way, but she had never knowingly been in one's presence. But with Mona it was different. There was something essentially hedonistic in her nature, that absolved her from any taint of being 'perverted'.

Again, Jeff s wife's hand dropped to one lushly formed breast and her face moved closer. Then. . . her lips closed over her own, gently at first, so that Jane could feel the sharply delineated imprint, and then more eagerly Jane felt her own lips rigid in the beginning, relax slowly under the pressure. Then as the tongue slipped wetly into her mouth, she seemed to give in completely and let her body follow it up, rubbing her sensually aroused cunt hard against the brunette's.

Mona's hand continued to massage her tingling breasts with a woman's knowledge while Jane, dazed from the events of earlier in the evening, her young body still smoldering with the erotically aroused embers kindled deep inside her found something tranquilizing in the other woman's attentions. She closed her eyes and began to tremble from head to toe, all alive with crazy flames dancing across her nerve endings. The teasing fingers raced over her most sensitive flesh like butterfly wings, taunting her to the point where any resistance would soon disappear.

"Wow, you're really fine!" Mona sighed, holding on tight and rubbing her naked body against Jane's so that their lust-hardened nipples met and the soft warm breasts of one crushed voluptuously into the other.

Jane felt Mona Allan's thigh raise and her long tapering leg twine about her until the soft mat of jet black pubic hair brushed warmly against her own wetly heated pussy. Abruptly, Mona's hand was on Jane's involuntarily squirming buttocks, pulling them apart, and slipping her fingers between. The naked blonde wife jerked forward, her breasts squeezing against Mona's softly trembling mounds, as the other woman caressed her tightly puckered anus with an extended middle finger. A moment later, Mona was slithering down her responsively quivering body, rolling her own to her back and crawling up between Jane's widespread trembling thighs.

Jane dropped her hands to her own insanely pulsing cunt and held her breath, trying to keep from making any sound. She could feel Mona's soft hand running over her sensitive inner thighs, caressing them in a soft sensuous way, lingering over the insides and then gently trailing up to where Jane had drawn her hands over her vagina.

"You didn't need to do that," Mona gave a little tug at the blonde's fingers which remained cupped at the moistened threshold of her femininity. Then, smiling softly, she added, "It won't do you any good to hide it, Janie. I'm a woman, too, and I know what turns us on. And you're turned on."

She tried to pull Jane's fingers loose, but the trembling young blonde clutched all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertently separating her desire-swollen cuntal lips in an effort to protect herself from this lesbian seduction.

Jane's whole body jumped as she felt Mona's heated wet tongue licking moistly on the inside of her straining thighs. She tightened her hands over her throbbing pussy, making a soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under her finger. Mona's tongue licked on and on, attempting to force its wet way between her fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle up and down her spine.

The more the tongue probed, the harder Jane resisted, realizing with a moan, that her struggling was causing a greater, more uncontrollable excitement within herself Mona's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, relentlessly searching out a weakness. Jane, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her lewd pitch of arousal. Her hotly moistening cunt was now dilating around her fingers; her weakly protesting moans increased as Mona's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected corner of her wetly quivering vagina and slowly forced Jane's fingers to the side. A second later she was licking lustfully while Jane gritted her teeth, fighting with what little moral force she had left not to give in!

Then, in a surprise move, Mona darted her head lower and her tongue found the soft unprotected crevice of Jane's tightly clenched buttocks. God, what on earth was that! Jane's mind seethed as the tantalizing tongue licked lasciviously while Mona's fingers worked to part and widen her defenseless ass-cheeks. Jane gasped, moaned, and tossed her long golden hair from side to side while the brunette woman worked her hands under her nakedly squirming buttocks to cup them and tilt her hips up ever so slightly. Then. . . oh God! Jane shuddered in ecstasy and shame as she felt the brunette's tongue tip flicking hotly over the sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered anus. Then it was slithering in!

"Aaaarrrhhh!" Jane groaned, "no, you can't . . . please . . . "Never before had she felt anything so lewdly exciting; it was dirty, perverted, forbidden. She had to stop Mona. . . stop her before it was too late.

She moved her hand to push the other woman away, but before she could realize or react, the brunette's mouth and tongue were working gluttonously on her unprotected cunt! Jane twisted and turned in a futile effort to escape, but her frantic squirming suddenly lapsed into an undulating motion, a lewd and greedy upthrusting designed to get that long worming tongue deeper up between her hungrily pulsating pussy lips.

Her nakedly besieged cunt was tingling with each delectable lick of Mona's flicking wet tongue along her vagina furrow. It was too good, too warm and exciting to resist anymore. The young blonde wife's mind flew back to what had been done to her only hours before, and instead of cringing with shame and humiliation at this additional assault her long trembling legs drew up and she wrapped her thighs around the other woman's head in an effort to bring that beautifully probing tongue deeper into her insatiable little pussy.

The shamelessly aroused blonde didn't see the door to the bedroom open, nor did she see her husband Matt standing there, -- nor did she hear Jeff Allan pad softly across. the floor. The two men had been standing there outside in the hall for quite some time now watching the two women. Matt did not want Jane to be aware of his presence but Jeff Allan had no such compunctions. He now announced his arrival with a sharp grunt. He stood at the edge of the bed, his monstrous cock head in obscene readiness in one hand.

Jane felt his other hand touch her forehead, and looked up to gasp, "Jeff!"

"In the flesh, honey . . . "Jeff leered down at her, jerking his lust-inflated penis back and forth in his hand.

With a fogged vision, Jane gazed up at him and moaned. For the second time that night she wondered why she hadn't anticipated something like this happening to her. But suddenly, it just didn't matter! She coursed her eyes over Jeff s thickly distended cock, held like a red-hot poker in his hand, and swooned with rapture at the deftly licking tongue bringing a wild happiness to her cunt. Let him watch us, she thought. Let him watch everything!

The other viewer of the scene, Matt Lange, was staring in amazement as his wife writhed on the bed with the other woman's tongue licking her cunt. He tried to imagine how Mona's tongue felt in his wife's cunt as it flicked in and out. Fantastic, from the look of Janie. God, she was in a state writhing as the tongue of Mona found its way deep inside her cunt.

Mona pulled herself up from between Jane's legs and crawled on top of the beautiful blonde so that their large melon breasts were crushing each other. Mona ground her upraised buttocks, then thrust them down, rubbing her black-haired pussy against Jane's quivering young cunt exciting the blonde to an almost mindless peak of passion.

"Split those legs, baby," Mona writhed knowledgeably on top of her. "Open them as wide as you can!"

Jane moaned with savage pleasure as Mona continued to rub cunt against heatedly aroused cunt. The two lesbianically crazed women ground against each other in relentless, erotic repetition as Jeff crawled nakedly onto the mattress beside them. He sat down at the head of the bed and brought his hips on a level with their heads, rubbing his long pulsating cock back and forth, just inches from their gasping lips.

"Yesss. . . Jeff, your prick's good and hard again. . . let's do it. . . "Mona grinned at his lust-swollen penis and took it in one hand.

With her other hand on the back of the young blonde wife's head, she forced Jane's mouth toward the visibly throbbing shaft of rigid flesh. Jane trembled as another lewd tingle of desire drove up through her thighs and into her sensuously heaving breasts. She didn't need much urging. Her trembling wet lips parted, taking in the entire blood-engorged head, then closed softly around it.

"Jesus, Janie, I didn't know you liked to do stuff like this," Jeff groaned. "Matt never said you went in for sucking cock."

With the other woman lying on top of her, Jane began sucking harder, wanting to get more of Jeff s penis in her mouth. At the same time, she felt Mona slipping down her body again until the brunette's tongue was again fucking rapturously in and out of her hungry young cunt. Jane responsively drew in her cheeks, holding the base of Jeff s rigidly pulsing cock with one hand while she bent her knees and split her long slender legs as wide as possible for his wife licking up between her thighs.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned around Jeff Allan's lust-thickened hardness.

The nakedly squirming blonde could feel the beginnings of orgasm rushing upon her, but just before it arrived, Mona broke off and crawled on top of Jane again, pressing her warm voluptuous body down against Jane's and supporting herself on her elbows. "My turn," the brunette hissed at her husband. Jane felt Jeff pulling away from her, felt his cock's hot thickness slip from her lewdly ovalled lips and watched as he offered it to Mona's sensual mouth.

Meanwhile, Jane's husband, Matt, watching over by the doorway was nearly going out of his mind. He fantasized his wife's warm soft mouth sucking on his penis as she had never done before. He was too excited by watching and too worried about what would happen if he entered the room to do anything but ogle the lewd spectacle in the bedroom and jerk his aching cock up and down with his own hand.

"Oh, oh . . . " Jane sighed in excitement as she watched the raven-haired woman's mouth scant inches from her own, hungrily suck on the thick lust engorged penis.

She waited as right over her face, Mona began pulling her ovalled lips back and forth over the long fleshy cock. Unable to resist, Jane began licking and gently biting the lower exposed half of Jeff s glistening wet shaft. The young husband groaned and slipped his eagerly throbbing hardness out of Mona's mouth and back into Jane's setting up a rhythm of moving from one soft warm mouth and then into the next. Back and forth he went, his hips moving gently from one woman to the other, with both Mona and Jane each greedy now to draw her lips hungrily around him. One would suck him while the other would alternately kiss his long thick maleness and then kiss the other young woman's cock-swollen cheeks.

With a guttural sound, Jeff broke free of the two wildly excited women and. crawled around to the foot of the bed. Jane grunted as his additional weight in the center sagged the bed under their feet. Mona's face became blissful and she closed her eyes to moan, "Oh fuck me. . . fuck me!"