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How or why Peggy had started talking about that side of her personal life, Carol wasn't sure, but she quickly found herself more than a little intrigued, as well as pitying the obviously passionate girl across from her. She listened intently to Peggy's intimate unburdening, as if she just had to confide the awful truth in someone.

" I-I have to be loved, Carol ... physically ... sexually loved," Peggy whispered, her dark eyes reflecting her excitement in the mere talking about it. "And ... and this is another form of Ed's brutality. Knowing how much and often I need it ... he denies me ... or at the very least, makes me beg him ... sometimes on my knees ... and I have to say it the dirtiest way possible ... like ... please fuck me, darling? Or, please shove your big cock up my hot cunt ... or, let me suck it until it cums in my mouth?"

"H-Has he always been this way?" Carol heard her own raspy whisper, the curvaceous brunette's candid revelations easily rekindling the tingles in her belly that the young divorcee had been experiencing before her buzzer had interrupted. She couldn't resist pursuing the rousing subject, and a much more relaxed Peggy White, under the soothing influence of the bourbon, seemed just as eager to discuss it.

"Oh God, honey, he was wonderful ... for the first eight years of our marriage! I couldn't have asked for more in bed! He not only has a big one ... you know, long and thick and hard, but ... but he knows how to use it to bring out the most in a girl! God ... honest, he makes me cum like ... like an earthquake! Not just once, but five, six, seven times ...! At least, he did ... before we came here. In San Diego it was beautiful, Carol. We were so happy together. He had a good job with an electronics firm ... always came home after work ... and we owned a nice house ... Then, he met some people from below the border, you know, Mexico, some dark looking men who came to the house several times. The next thing I knew, we were selling everything to come here! I wasn't asked; I was told! Overnight, he was a changed man. That ... that was two years ago ... and here we are, right up until tonight!"

Carol swallowed tightly, Peggy's uninhibited description of her sex life like a bellows fanning the smoldering embers in her own belly and loins. She thought of Jonny and his lovemaking, but the memory of him was quickly brushed aside by the fresher memory of her interlude with Sultan, and even the more mysterious wonder of Mark Cannon. "The ... the teenagers you spoke of, Peg ... you mean those young girls who are all over the neighborhood?"

"I mean those little two-bit bitches, sluts ... cunts is what they are, honey!" the shapely, dark-haired wife vehemently exclaimed. "They'll do anything to get enough dough for their pot, or a fix! Only ... only two days ago, I took Sultan with me shopping. We came home in a taxi because I had so much to carry. Ed wasn't expecting me, and I found him on our bed with one of them! She couldn't have been more than sixteen, both of them naked and going at it sixty-nine, you know, sucking each other!"

"My God!" Carol gasped, the other's lucid description and four-letter words spiraling through her in a wave of sensuous heat. "Wh-What did you do?"

"Ranted and raved, of course, ordering the little tight-titted pig out of there! But she could hardly have cared less!" Peg said bitterly. "She was kind of cute in the face ... all over, in fact, with almost boyish hips, but full, white buttocks ... long, dark, straight hair, you know, streaming down her back, and the same curly wispy-like hair on her pussy! Damn, I could hardly blame Ed ... and you know what she said to me?"

"Wh-What?" Carol asked breathlessly.

"'Come on, Mama,' she taunted me in a little-girlish voice, 'Get naked and let me lick your cunt!'"

Carol couldn't speak; her throat was too dry, as if it had suddenly been swabbed with a ball of cotton. She drained her glass, welcoming the wet relief. "And ... and what did you say?" she almost blurted.

"Well, for a moment, I just stood there staring at the enticing little bitch while Ed laughed! 'Come on, babe,' he said, trying to goad me into it. 'We'll have a real party! If Dottie can eat pussy the way she sucks cock it'll be a blast-off for you!' And you know, honey, I almost did ... I mean, it wasn't going to be the first time for me! A girlfriend and I when we were in high school used to sleep together often, and licking pussy wasn't new, or disgusting. I was getting hotter by the second, but the fact that Ed brought her right into our apartment and bed was too much! I just began to cry ... and the next thing I knew, she was gone ...!

"Good Lord ... what an experience!" Carol breathed, sensing the moisture seeping warmly from between her swollen vaginal lips and down against the thin sheer nylon of her panty crotch-band. She squirmed down into the cheap chair cushion, welcoming its pressured hardness against the wetly tingling softness of her roused loins. She raised her glass to her lips only to remember it was empty. "Sh-Shall we have another ... and take it to bed with us, Peg?"

The vibrant brunette, once more herself, looked with an eyebrow-raised smile at her empty glass. "If you say so, darling. I haven't felt this good in months."

Carol laughed, a thousand things racing through her incited mind. She jumped up, took their glasses and tripped into the kitchen area. Peggy was still talking in that low, seductive voice of hers, but Carol wasn't paying much attention as she poured their drinks. Her thoughts were too filled with the sensual provocation of her sexy neighbor's lust-inciting admissions! She too had once known a girl like that ... Barbara Carter, from her old neighborhood ... but she'd never let her do it, and then Barbara had moved away!

Carol sliced lemon for her own drink as she pictured the way that girl Dottie must have looked naked with Ed White ... her small, rounded breasts, the swelling, teenage hips, the dark curls spreading out enticingly between her thighs ... damn, the mere thought was like some sort of aphrodisiac ... and that she didn't need! What was wrong with her tonight, anyway? Too much to drink, probably.

"Y-You can use the shower first," Carol said, handing Peggy her drink. "Come on, I'll give you a nightie."

The older girl clasped the hand Carol held out, holding it with an extra gentle pressure that didn't escape the young blonde's notice. "I don't wear anything ... if you don't mind," Peggy breathed warmly at her. "Carol ... are ... are you sure you want me to stay?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Of course I do! And ... and I prefer to sleep in the raw too!" the young divorcee almost gasped out. "Now ... hustle into the bathroom! I'll follow when you're through ...!"

Sultan watched them, on his feet now and following closely as they walked toward the bedroom. He saw them separate, the midnight haired one leaving the room while his mistress began to shed her covering. He sat down to look closely, the sight intriguing him. She would be all curved and white when she finished ... like her friend who had trained him well ... but, no, she was putting something over her, hiding the beauty he enjoyed looking at. Then she picked up the glass and drank from it. Her eyes were not normal. Her pretty mouth was pulled to one side. He whimpered ...

"What's wrong, baby?" Carol said, moving forward unsteadily to reach down and pet her darling's great head. God, she was drunk! She was! And deliciously so! Oh darling, don't hate your Carol, but ... but she just can't help herself! It's going to happen! I know it is! And ... and I want it to! It's really going to happen!

Peggy wore her bath towel around her, its upper ridge clinging and hiding no more than the tips of her full, thrusting breasts and dropping to her rounded, white mid-thighs. "Your turn, darting," she said, her liquor-glazed eyes flashing about the room as she moved into it, every place but on Carol!

"I'll only be a minute," Carol said. "Make yourself at home, Peg ... hop in, or whatever. There're some magazines there under the night stand ..."

In the bathroom, Carol removed her robe and stepped in under the shower, wondering if she was losing her mind, or was there about to be another sensational milestone to wind up this day? Never in her whole life had she entertained more lustful thoughts or feelings than those possessing her at that very moment! Was she right about Peg? God, she was an admittedly passionate girl ... but did she really want to do it with a girl? How would she, herself, react when and if it came right down to the very moment ...? Oh ... she was so damned drunk she couldn't even think straight ... and hot ... like the teenage bitches ... cunts, Peggy had told her about!

Carol stared drunkenly at her own naked curves in the mirror as she quickly dried off, her usual hedonistic sensations more pronounced than ever. Yes ... it was going to happen! She just knew it was ... Peggy White was out there waiting for her ...!