The day after: An apocalyptic morning (145 page)

              "I know," Maggie said, enjoying the sensation of the hands upon her. "I just get... you know... scared."

              "There's nothing to be scared of," Christine told her, turning her face to hers. She leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, lingering just long enough for the tip of her tongue to dart out for a second.

              "Mmmm," Maggie sighed before pulling back a little. " Christine, I just wanted to talk. We can't... you know..."

              "I know?" Christine asked, pulling her closer, kissing her on the chin. "What do I know?"

              "You know? Like we did those other times. That was a mistake. It was wrong."

              "Was it?" Christine asked her, letting her tongue slide down to Maggie's neck. She began to kiss and suck there. She had Maggie's number down by now. Maggie liked to pretend she was an unwilling participant. Part of it was guilt at enjoying the touch of another woman. Part of it was the love of being seduced.

              "It was," Maggie insisted, craning her head backward as she felt that soft, wonderful mouth on her neck. "I just... I mean we shouldn't... ohhhh."

              Christine nibbled her way over to Maggie's ear and began licking at the lobe. She whispered into it, caressing her with her words and her breath. "You want me to suck your boobies, don't you, Mags?"

              "No," Maggie insisted, her hands pulling Christine tighter against her, her chest thrusting into her. "That's wrong. I can't... we shouldn't..."

              "I'm gonna do it," Christine told her, sticking her tongue into Maggie's ear for the briefest moment. "I'm going to take your shirt off and suck your nipples for you and you're going to love it."

              "No," Maggie said, shaking her head, her voice clearly saying "yes".

              "Yes, you're going to love it," Christine told her, feeling the wetness gushing into her own being. She put her hands to the buttons on Maggie's flannel shirt and began to undo them. Maggie protested verbally but not physically. Soon the shirt was all the way open, revealing the white T-shirt beneath. The nipples on Maggie's store-bought breasts were sticking out plainly against the cotton. Christine pushed the shirt off of her back, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She ran her hands over her breasts, marveling, as always, at the springy feel of them.

              " Christine, we can't do this," Maggie said, leaning forward and kissing Christine's neck for a moment.

              "Lift your arms," Christine commanded, pushing at them a little with her own hands.

              Maggie lifted her arms, allowing Christine to pull her shirt up and off, leaving her standing in her white bra. Christine stepped forward again and began kissing the tops of her breasts, running her tongue all over the pale flesh, while her hands went for the bra clasp in the back.

              "Mmmmm," Maggie moaned. "I just wanted to talk, Christine. I just wanted to talk."

              "We're talking now, Mags," she said, opening the clasp and pushing the bra free. It joined the T-shirt and the heavier shirt on the floor, leaving those orbs naked before her. She lowered her mouth and took a nipple into it.

              "No," Maggie sighed, her hands going to Christine's hair. "We shouldn't."

              Christine pushed her to the floor on her back, landing her in the pile of towels. Her mouth never left her nipple as she performed this maneuver and she ended up lying partially atop of her. "Shut up, Mags," she said from around the nipple. She went back to licking at it with her tongue.

              Maggie snuggled into the towels and enjoyed the blissful sensation of her nipples being suckled. Though they were not as sensitive as they had been before her breast enhancement surgery (or, boob job if you prefer the non-PC term), they were still equipped with enough nerve endings to send tingles down to her vulva and clitoris. She ran her fingers through Christine's hair and only protested a little when Christine took off her own shirts and bra.

              "I like to feel my boobs against yours," Christine told her, lying down atop of her. "And I like to kiss you. You're a good kisser."

              "Oh, Christine," Maggie cried as she leaned forward and put her mouth against hers.

              They slid their tongues together passionately, slipping them in and out of each other's mouths, sucking on each other's lips while their nipples ground together. Maggie ran her hands up and down the soft, bare flesh of Christine's back while Christine plunged her hands through Maggie's hair.

              "I can never resist it when you kiss me," Maggie said breathlessly when the kiss broke for a moment. "You drive me crazy, Christine."

              "I know," she said, licking at her upper lip, giving the tip of her nose a soft nibble. "And now, I'm going to take those pants off of you and give you what you really want."

              "Ohhhh," Maggie moaned, pushing her downward.

              She felt the buckle of her belt being opened, felt the icy coolness of the metal touching her stomach. She felt Christine's hands fumbling with the button on her jeans and finally opening it. The zipper slid slowly down on its track and then Christine's warm fingers were in the waistband, grabbing the jeans and the panties at one stroke. She lifted her hips so they could be pulled off. A moment later she was naked. She spread her legs, feeling the wetness between them, waiting for the exquisite touch upon her pussy.

              Usually Christine teased her for a while first, licking her thighs and blowing soft air on her vaginal lips until Maggie actually had to beg for her mouth. This time she didn't bother. No sooner had the pants been discarded behind her than Maggie felt that blonde hair tickling her thighs, felt that wonderful tongue lapping up and down her slit. She moaned and raised her hips, increasing the pressure. Oh God, how guilty she felt when she did this. But oh God, how heavenly it felt. Christine ate pussy as if she had been born to do it, as if she had been doing it all of her life.

              "Oh yesss," Maggie moaned. "Oh, Christine, that's so good."

              "Mmmmph," Christine mumbled from between her legs.

              So far Maggie had never returned the favor for Christine. She would bring her off with her fingers while sucking on her boobs, but she had not been able to gather the courage to actually put her mouth upon a vagina. To do so would mean that she was really a lesbian, wouldn't it? Christine hadn't pushed her on this unequal game of give and take, not yet. Maggie wondered how long it would be until that changed. True she really was curious what it would be like to eat another woman - she always had been - but when push came to shove, she just... just couldn't.

              She had no idea that just on the other side of the storeroom door was someone who was going to help push the issue.

              Paula had finally found the distinctive scrunchy hanging from the doorknob after first checking just about every other damn storage room in the building. Christine had worn that particular scrunchy on purpose, knowing that Maggie was bound to break and ask for a session this night, wanting something to signal her partner in crime with.

              Paula smiled, feeling wetness between her own legs as she heard a soft, passionate moan come drifting through the wood. It sounded like Christine was doing her usual good job in there. Since licking Paula that first time, Christine had become a pussy-eating machine of admirable efficiency. She could deliver an orgasm quick and hard, with less than three minutes of licking and sucking, or slow and soft, with more than twenty. It sounded like she was about halfway between the two at the moment. Paula was very anxious to join the fun.

              She put away the penlight she had been using for navigation through the building and slowly turned the doorknob until it stopped. She pulled softly on the door, taking care not to allow it to squeak. When it was about two feet open she stepped inside, sliding the door back shut behind her. In the faint candlelight she could see the erotic sight of Christine, still in her jeans but absent of clothing above the waist, lying with her head between Maggie's widely spread legs. Her blonde head moved back and forth and wet, slurping sounds drifted from the junction. The smell of musk was very heavy in the unventilated room, giving Paula an extra little charge of excitement. Maggie herself had her eyes tightly closed and was completely unaware of the additional presence in the room. Her fake boobs heaved slowly as she rolled her body back and forth to the rhythm of Christine's tongue. Paula couldn't wait to get her hands and mouth on those boobs. She had never sampled fake ones before and was curious about them - especially after being told by Christine how different they were.

              She quickly and silently undid her shirt and dropped it to the floor. Her T-shirt and her bra joined it a moment later. It was the jingling of her belt that finally gave her away. As her pants dropped it sent it's musical chime into the air and Maggie's eyes opened with a start.

              "Oh my God," she squealed, her panicky hands pushing Christine away from her. "This isn't what it looks like!"

              "No?" Paula said with a smile, continuing to step out of her pants and panties, until she too was nude. "It looks like there's some fun going on in this room. Or am I wrong?"

              "Hi, Shellie," Christine said casually, as if nothing unusual was going on. "Did you need to talk to me to?"

              "In a bad way," Paula said with a grin.

              "What are you doing in here?" Maggie asked, covering her breasts with her arm. "Why are you naked?"

              " Christine's my wife," Paula said simply, walking over to the two of them and kneeling down. "We share everything. Don't we, Christine?"

              "Everything," Christine agreed.

              "I'll leave you guys alone," Maggie croaked, trying to get up and keep her body covered at the same time. "I... well... things kind of got out of hand here. I should just..."

              "You should just lay back," Christine said, gently pushing her back down. Unlike what was usual, she actually had to apply some force this time. "Enjoy the fun. Believe me, three is better than two."

              "No," Maggie said. "You don't understand. I'm not really a les... a les... you know?"

              "Neither are we," Paula told her, taking up position between Maggie's legs and looking hungrily at a fresh, new vagina. "We're just playing around because our man happens to be crashed out downstairs at the moment. It's no big."

              "No really," Maggie said. "I don't know what..."

              "Hush," Christine said, helping to hold Maggie's legs apart. She looked at her co-wife. "Give her your best, Shell."

              "You know it," Paula said. With a final lick of her lips she lowered her face down and went to work.

              "Oh God, no, no, no!" Maggie yelled, feeling a strange tongue touching her center. What was going on here? She had just wanted to be held, to be comforted, to talk and now Paula was... was... eating her pussy! But it was only a few seconds before that tongue between her legs, despite its strangeness (or perhaps because of it) began to feel really good. Paula was aggressive in her licks, going so far as to plunge in and out. And her hands! Her hands were working on her boobs while she ate, pinching the nipples, squeezing the orbs.

              "Feels good, doesn't it, Mags?" Christine asked, letting go of her legs and leaning down to kiss her on the mouth.

              Maggie tasted her own musk on Christine's lips and clinging to her tongue. Without even realizing she was doing it at first, she sucked the tongue into her mouth and licked at her lips. "Oh God," she said helplessly as the sensation of two mouths upon her took her away. "I'm sooo sick."

              No one agreed or disagreed with her assessment of her mental health. They just continued to make love to her. Paula began lapping at her engorged clitoris, driving Maggie nearly insane it felt so good. Christine broke the kiss and then attacked her breasts, pushing one of Paula's hands out of the way to take a nipple into her mouth. It was less than a minute before the first orgasm went rolling through her body, hitting her like a highballing freight train. She screamed loud enough for Jenny, Carrie, and Ted down the hall to hear. And still it went on. Paula abandoned her clit for the moment and went back to licking her lips and plunging her tongue in and out. Obviously Paula intended to pull another come from her and knew just how to do it.

              "Oh God," Maggie moaned, running her hands through Paula's hair now. "This is so depraved."

              "And nasty," Christine agreed, sitting back up. "That's why we love it. And it's time for you to get even nastier."

              Maggie barely heard her, so caught up in the sensations going on below was she. But she couldn't fail to notice that Christine was now unbuckling her own pants and pushing them off. "Yes," she said. "Give me your pussy. I'll get you off with my hand."

              "The hand's not got gonna cut it tonight, hon," Christine told her, wriggling out of her pants and panties. "Tonight, I need a little bit more."

              "What... what do you mean?" Maggie panted, her eyes locking onto Christine's blonde bush and the pink, swollen lips peeking out from it.

              "You know what I mean," Christine whispered, sidling a little closer.

              "I... I... I can't..." she stammered. "I've never... I mean I don't..."

              "You want to Maggie," Christine told her, speaking what Maggie knew was the plain and simple truth. "You want to eat my pussy. You just don't want to admit it to yourself. Well now, you're going to." She raised up and swung one knee over her head, forcing Maggie to look at and smell the object of discussion from less than four inches. An actual drop of moisture dripped out of it and onto her face.

              " Christine..." Maggie tried, her voice lacking the slightest bit of conviction, "this is..."

              "This is how it's gonna be," Christine finished for her. And then she lowered herself down, her front facing Paula.

              For Maggie it happened in slow motion. She saw Christine's pussy grow bigger and bigger in her field of view and then suddenly it was pressing down on her face, smearing fragrant wetness over her chin and lips. She tasted the tang of those juices and was overwhelmed by the odor of them. Instinctively her tongue reached out and took the first lick, sliding along the slippery membranes of her inner folds. After that, she was lost. She plunged her tongue inside and began to lap madly. Soon she had Christine panting and sweating from the pleasure.