Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue way up inside her, and her come poured out all the faster. It was going all over Beatrice's chin and one of her cheeks, and it was dripping down on her neck. Beatrice was getting more than just a mouthful.
"You like that, don't you?" Vicky said. "You like it so much, you can't ever get enough of it. Well, go ahead, suck me harder. Suck me just as hard as you want, I like it too. I like anyone to suck me out. Suck me as much as you want, I don't care. The more you suck me, the better I'd like it. The better I'll like you."
Vicky could feel herself on the point of orgasm again.
"That's it," she said, "I'm going to come again. I'm really going to come again. Suck harder. I want you to suck harder."
Vicky could feel that Beatrice was sucking just as hard as she possibly could.
"Oh," Vicky moaned, "I'm really going to come this time. Even more than I did the last time? Can't you feel that? I can. I can sure feel it."
Vicky felt the come gushing out of her. That's the way it always comes gushing out of a horse, Vicky thought to herself, remembering Jocko, and the others. I'm coming just as much as they do. At least it feels that way to me. I'll bet it feels the same way to her.
Vicky felt her whole body going limp. Her legs were still around Beatrice's neck, but she released her grip, and eventually let them fall to the floor. Beatrice was still kneeling between her legs, her breathing greatly increased, her breasts heaving up and down.
A wicked smile came over Vicky's face. "You still want to know about my pet perversions?" she asked.
Beatrice looked down at her and nodded. "Yes."
"Normally I wouldn't do this, but in your case I'll make an exception.
I'll show you tonight."
"I'll bet you're even more wicked than I am," Beatrice said, letting her tongue lick up the come that was on her lips.
"That just might be," Vicky said, lifting her hips off the floor and then letting them fall again.
That night at supper the three of them ate without saying a word.
Afterwards, in the living room, with after-dinner drinks in their hands, James turned to his sister and said, "What do you think of my child bride?"
Beatrice looked at Vicky and then at James. "I think she is very charming, and a woman in every sense of the word."
James seemed to freeze right where he was standing. "How do you mean that?" he asked.
"Well," Beatrice said, after a long pause, "just look at her. It's evident from the way she carries herself. Don't you think?"
James seemed pacified by that remark. "Yes, I think you're very right there."
"Your other two wives were really the children," Beatrice went on.
"It's a good thing for you that you got rid of them when you did. They would have ruined your life for sure."
"Yes," James agreed, "they would have."
Beatrice lifted her glass to her lips and drained the last few drops from it. "I think I'll retire for the night. I've had such a long day.
Traveling always did wear me out. I'll see you both in the morning."
Vicky stood also at that point. "I think I'll retire also. I have a headache." And then she looked right at James. "I'll see you at breakfast, and not before."
Vicky had a hard time suppressing a laugh.
She followed Beatrice up the stairs and the two women separated and went to their own rooms. Just before they did that, Vicky whispered in Beatrice's ear, "Meet me in the kitchen around two."
Beatrice simply smiled, and then kissed Vicky lightly on the lips, letting her hand slip down over Vicky's thigh. Vicky let it stay there for a moment and then she broke away and went to her own room. Once inside her room Vicky fell on her bed laughing. She didn't know what had come over her, but she felt something strange inside her that was making her act this way.
She lay on the bed like that for some time and then she got up and changed out of the clothes that she had worn for dinner that night. The dress was especially low cut, and she had worn it for Beatrice's benefit, and not at all for James' benefit. Beatrice had stared at her all evening.
Vicky quickly shed all her clothing and stood in the middle of her room stark naked. Vicky liked the feeling of being naked. It had a soothing effect on her as well as giving her a great sense of elation. She walked over to her full length mirror and stared at her reflection.
"You are so beautiful," she said out loud. "You are so very beautiful."
Vicky laughed again when she remembered the expression that had come over James' face when Beatrice had made that remark about Vicky's being a woman in every sense of the word. He knows, she thought to herself.
And if he doesn't, he's awfully worried that maybe something did happen between us.