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CHAPTER TWO

Angela made coffee the next morning while Danny was sleeping, enjoying a much-needed rest. He had fucked her three times after making the demand that she deliver Yvonne to him, and each fuck had made her more determined to oblige his obscene desires.

Her palms were cold with the sweat of apprehension while setting up the coffeemaker, and she felt a little better when she had downed two cups laced with bourbon. She had no idea how to approach Yvonne. The woman was so stunningly beautiful yet so standoffish, as if she had the world by the tail and she knew it.

She poured a third cup of coffee at exactly eight. Four hours remained. She splashed a double shot of bourbon into the mug and sipped on it, trying to think. I can't walk up to an ultra-sexy platinum blonde divorcee and say: Oh, hi there… how would you like to fuck my son?

Worse, Angela knew that Yvonne worked nights as a cocktail waitress. She was used to sleeping late, not getting up much before noon… if then.

Angela's breath rasped until her chest burned. Her fingers trembled. If only I'd remained faithful to my husband, she was thinking, none of this would have happened.

But in twenty years, their marriage had grown stale. Frank's interest in her declined as her sexual desires increased. The more she wanted from him, the less he seemed willing to give. When she saw her son's stiff cock practically begging for female attention, it was a temptation that no horny woman in the prime of her sex life could possibly resist.

Angela swigged down the last of her whiskey-laced coffee and stood up. Lightheaded, but fiercely determined, she strode out the front door, mindless of the fact that she was wearing nothing but a filmy black negligee that did more to accent than conceal her voluptuous curves.

The old man who lived directly across the street had just gone out to get the morning paper. He almost swallowed his dentures when he saw her.

Angela didn't even notice him, or the younger man who spent five minutes stupidly watering a fire plug with his garden hose after she walked by.

Angela knocked on Yvonne's door and waited restlessly, her ninety-proof courage fading fast.

"Who is it?" an irritated female voice called from the inside.

"It's Angela," she said. "Your neighbor from up the street."

"Oooh, Angela." The voice was still sleepy, but not quite so hostile.

The latch chain rattled and the door eased open.

"I'm sorry to bother you this early, but I just have to talk to someone."

Yvonne smiled. "I understand. I heard that Frank took off a few days ago, so you came to talk to the neighborhood authority on divorce, right?"

"Well, not exactly…" Angela shivered, suddenly realizing what she was wearing and that half the neighborhood was staring at her standing on Yvonne's front steps. "Could I come in, please?"

"Certainly." Yvonne stepped back, smiling, resplendent in a sheer robe of silvery fabric exactly the same color as her long hair. The flowing robe was collared and trimmed with silky blue fox fur; a deep plunging V that reached almost to her navel.

Yvonne regarded her neighbor with a catlike glance. Typical female jealousy. Angela's figure was lush – outstandingly so – a tempting piece of fuck-flesh if there ever was one.

Still with a catty gleam in her cool green eyes, Yvonne asked: "What happened, did Frank catch you fucking the milkman? Is that why he took off?"

"Not the milkman, no…" Angela couldn't bring herself to speak the whole truth. "But I was unfaithful to him, and he has filed for divorce."

"You fucked just one other guy?" Yvonne asked, restraining an impulse to laugh.

"Yes, someone very special to me."

"Oooh, I see. Your secret admirer. With me, it was the defensive line of that pro football team that won the playoff game here last year. My husband just couldn't stand the fact that I'd taken in more than sixty inches of strange cock in less-than sixty minutes."

Angela laughed. Then she shuddered. "What I did was probably worse."

"What could be worse than a man finding his wife in bed with six big studs all bound for the Super Bowl?" Yvonne asked calmly, stroking the silvery deep fur that covered her jutting tits.

"Frank caught me fucking our son," Angela confessed tearfully.

"Oh, wow! That is really heavy duty!" Yvonne's cool glimmer of sexual superiority flickered out like a candle in a windstorm.

"And that's not the worst," Angela sobbed. "Now my son wants to fuck you."

The words had come blurting out, nothing like the speech Angela had rehearsed.

Yvonne seemed more than shocked by the suggestion. She grinned. "That devil! I've seen him watching me when I work in the yard. He stands at the window and practically drools. I've been expecting him to make some kind of approach, but I sure didn't think he'd send his mother as a messenger."

"Are… are you saying that you'll do it?" Angela was anxious, as if her life depended on Yvonne's decision.

"Sure," the shapely divorce said with a lewd grin. "He's a good-looking young guy. And we both know how long a teenager's cock stays hard. Danny can fuck me anytime he wants."

"Oooh, good!" Angela said with a tit heaving sigh of relief. "He wants you by noon today."

"I'll be there," Yvonne said. "But first there's something I want you to do for me."

"Anything!" Angela agreed without question. Then she noticed the odd way that Yvonne's sensuous lips curled and the seductive gleam in her jade-green eyes. Nervously she asked: "What?"

"Come back to the bedroom and we'll talk about it."

"The b-b-bedroom?"

"Yes, dear, the bedroom." Yvonne's lewd grin curved wider. "I like having sex with another woman almost as much as with a man. And those luscious big tits of yours really, turns me on!"

"Oh, now wait a minute…"

"You've never enjoyed sex with another woman?"

"No, never. And I don't think it's right."

Yvonne's limpid green eyes narrowed. "That's a strange moral judgement to make from a mother who fucks and pimps for her teenaged son."

"Yes, I suppose. But I just don't think I can do it."

"You don't have to do anything," Yvonne said, pulling gently on Angela's trembling hand. "I enjoy taking the dominant role. Now come along. Just looking at your glorious tits and ass makes me hot!"

"No, I can't."

"Then go home and tell Danny I don't have time for him. His isn't the only hot young prick in the world, you know. I won't have any trouble finding another."

Angela felt trapped, frightened of a lesbian relationship, but even more frightened of disappointing her son.

"All right," she consented weakly, following along.

Yvonne's bedroom was a showplace of sensuous femininity. Sheer curtains softly filtered the morning light that fell on a round bed with pale blue satin sheets and a downy soft satin comforter the same color.

"Let me help you off with that negligee," Yvonne said in a low and sultry voice. "I don't want anything between me and those beautiful big tits."

Angela shivered as the filmy black robe slipped down to the floor.

"Now lie down on the bed," Yvonne said. "On your back just as you would for a man."

Angela lay down, her body remained tense, her legs clamped together like the jaws of a vise.

Yvonne left on her beautiful fur-trimmed gown and stretched out languidly beside her. "Relax, Angela. I'm going to thrill you, not hurt you."

Yvonne leaned over, her smiling face framed by sexy waves of silver hair. She bent down and kissed Angela's quivering lips, making the woman seethe with pangs of mixed emotions.

Her kiss was tender, but demanding. Yvonne's soft womanly scent was enticingly different from that of a lusty male. Angela breathed deep, closed her eyes and tried not to think.

The soft fur trim of Yvonne's gown pressed lightly against Angela's tingling nipples. Angela gasped and Yvonne eased her tongue between lips taut with nervous apprehension.

The wet mingling of their tongues made Angela even more tense. Cold shivers ran down her spine and raised goose bumps all over her body.

Yvonne's lips were sealed on hers and she sucked, drawing Angela's tongue into her mouth.

Angela groaned, enjoying the passionate suction of warmth, but hating the idea of surrendering herself to the lusty demands of another lewd female.

Hands with long and delicate fingers curled around Angela's tits. Thumbs whirled around her nipples and they began to pulse with excitement despite Angela's reluctance.

The silver-haired beauty sucked on Angela's tongue and stroked it with her own, a sensuous wet touch that Angela found strangely thrilling. Her heart beat faster. Her breaths came in short gasps.

Smiling and trailing soft waves of silver hair, Yvonne moved down and kissed one, of Angela's thick dark nipples. It swelled like ripening fruit. She fondled the other large breast through a pad of tingling soft fur.

Angela's lush body writhed, her reluctance fading as a passionate yearning for pleasure increased.

"Oooh, Yvonne," she said with a long sigh. "You suck tit in ways that are so exciting!"

"That's because I know exactly what pleases me. When I eat your cunt and nibble your juicy clit, you'll like it even better."

Yvonne opened her mouth and slowly sucked in all the tit her mouth would hold.

Angela moaned, pulling her shoulders back. Yvonne's tongue circled her nipple. A red lacquered fingernail teased the rigid tip of her other tit.

Angela felt her pussy begin to churn. Man or woman, it didn't matter. Her lush tits and large nipples were sensitive sex triggers. Warm honey began to simmer in her cunt.

Yvonne caught the scent and became even more lewdly passionate. She sucked and bobbed her head. She squeezed and fondled Angela's tits with an anxious hand.

Heat shocks of pleasure sank into Angela's simmering cunt slit. Her hips began to rock. Her pussy writhed, yearning for attention.

Yvonne slipped off her elegant robe and let it slide off the bed. She held a creamy tit mound in each hand, then nibbled down Angela's belly.

Angela gasped. Fiery shocks came nearer and nearer to her cunt, increasing in their intensity.

Yvonne's tongue stroked anxiously. Her soft lips pulled on flesh now warm with anxious desire.

Angela's legs spread instinctively, as though her cunt needed room to breathe. Her damp cunt musk was really flowing. The lips of her pussy sheened and quivered.

Yvonne nibbled into Angela's tangle of cunt hair and down to the mouth of Angela's anxious pussy. She swung into a crouch between Angela's legs, still milking and kneading her lush tits.

"You have a wonderful body," Yvonne said. "So soft and lush and so warm when you get anxious."

"I-I don't know how a woman can make me so excited."

"That's simple. Those tender nerve-ends can't tell one sex from the other. A female tongue makes them tingle just as a man's would. Sometimes even better, because a woman knows which ones want attention."

"Hhhmmm, yes!" Angela arched her back, spreading her legs even more.

Yvonne's silver hair splayed across Angela's belly, soft and sheening. Her tongue dipped into Angela's wet cunt and lifted up to stroke her nubby clit.

Angela gasped. Sparking pleasure shot through every nerve like an electrical charge. High voltage, a stinging delight that made her ripe body shudder from head to toe.

"I knew you'd like it. An oil well gushing like your cunt is now would be worth millions."

"Yes, oooh… your tongue makes me so hot and wet."

"And I'm just getting started." Yvonne bowed down again, fucking with her tongue now as her fingers kneaded Angela's tits. Her sucking lips made obscene slurping sounds, but Angela's shrill cries of delight were so loud they drowned out the wet noise.

"Hhhmmm," Yvonne purred. "I can taste cum. Your sexy cunt must be full of it."

"Yes, Danny's got a lot. He cums and cums and keeps cumming no matter how often we fuck."

"Just the kind of man I like. And young jism has such a thick, creamy taste. I can hardly wait to suck him off and sample some straight from the source."

"Oh, he'll love that!" Angela gasped.

"Most men do," Yvonne answered. "Especially the young ones. Girls their own age are often too timid to do it."

"I know, he almost went crazy the first time I took his beautiful big cock in my mouth."

"Danny's lucky to have two older women. He'll learn things with us that no innocent girl can teach."

"I'm learning from you too," Angela said with a sigh of breathless excitement. "I never thought I'd enjoy this!"

"You just wait," Yvonne said, licking and smacking her lips, "I'm going to clit-fuck you now and you'll like that even more."

"Wh-what?"

Yvonne reared up, tossing her head to straighten her long silver hair. "Look what I've got for you."

Yvonne's hand slipped between her shapely legs, the first finger hooked to bring her clit out – a slender wand of flesh an inch long and rigid with desire.

"Oooh," Angela gasped anxiously. Her clit was shorter, a mach thicker nub with an indented head. Yvonne's clit looked more like a miniature prick, it was hot and throbbing like one too.

The silver-haired blonde bridged over Angela on hands and knees.

Angela humped her back expectantly. She sighed as their bodies came together in a frenzy of writhing delight.

Yvonne worked her hips this way and that, until she had her stiff little clit centered exactly on Angela's clit.

"Aaagggh!" Angela gasped, her body wracked by shocks of obscene delight.

Yvonne grinned and pressed down, starting to make sinuous fuck motions. Her lithe body moved in undulating waves. Angela's body bucked violently, stung by the heat and sparking pleasure being shot into her cunt. She reached up, hands quivering with anxious desire. She cupped and squeezed Yvonne's thrusting, sharply coned tits, whirling her thumbs around nipples that were hard as dagger points.

"Hhhmmmm, now you're getting the idea," Yvonne said, fucking her hips up and down with even more depraved desire. She held Angela's tits and milked them while their two wet pussies fused in grinding passion.

Though lean and finely curved, Yvonne's lithe body wasn't hard like a man's. But it was more demanding then some males. She whipped and pumped with a frenzy, shocking Angela's bulging clit with each thrust.

She twisted her hips down and brought a scream to Angela's lips. Her head tossed in a tangle of dark hair, brown eyes wide with astonishment, mouth agape and lips fluttering, trying to say how good it all felt.

Angela couldn't say anything, so she let her lush body speak for her. She met each thrust with an arch or twist of her hips. She squeezed Yvonne's tits in an emotional frenzy, and then they both screamed.

Their mutual orgasm had begun.

Angela felt a tingling tension, then rumbling spasms deep in her pussy. The strain and ripping motion increased wildly.

"I'm cumming!" Angela cried.

"Oooh, me too!" Yvonne's sleek cunt surged and seeped honey all over Angela's hairy pussy.

"I-I just wish I had a big cock in me!"

"Ungh, yes!" Yvonne agreed. "That's the one thing two women who share pleasure always lack. Nothing gets my pussy primed more for a good fucking than having a grinding climax with an empty hole. I'm glad Danny is so anxious for me!"

"Good for you," Angela said, her voice strained by the fury of her cuntal contractions. "But I'm going to go crazy just waiting for him to finish with you."

Yvonne couldn't answer. Her climax was nearing its peak. Mind and body both focused intently on the wracking shocks of pleasure. Then she sighed and settled back, her passions drained for the moment, but not fully satisfied. Her lithe body remained restless, squirming anxiously until she'd caught her breath.

"You don't have to wait," Yvonne said. "You can join us. We'll make it a threesome. I love to suck cunt while I'm fucking a great cock. And I love having a woman eat my pussy while it's dripping with fresh cum."

"Ooooh," Angela gasped, her lush body still quaking with the fading shocks of pleasure. "I don't think I could do that. And I don't think Danny would want me around when he's fucking you."

"Only because he doesn't know how much fun it would be." Yvonne smirked lewdly, looking forward to new thrills already. "We'll teach him."

Angela shrugged. "Why not?"

"Now let's you and I try a little sixty-nine," Yvonne suggested anxiously. "If we're going to be sucking each other later with Danny, you should get used to the idea now."

"Oh, Yvonne… so much is happening, and so fast."

"That's how life should be. Never a dull moment." Yvonne swiveled around to straddle Angela's face.

Angela looked up and saw the sleek beauty's protruding clit. It wasn't fully hard. Orgasm had wilted it briefly just like a man's cock. It was the most strangely exciting thing Angela had seen in same time. Her lips trembled, anxious to suck that eerie little wand.

Yvonne was just as anxious to get her lips around Angela's thick clit. She bowed her head down and parted the soft lips of the woman's darkly furred pussy with her fingertips.