“I’ve never touched another girl before,” I said,”Not like that.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Vicky said, giving a little laugh. “In the end we’re all just bodies, men or women. The differences are small.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, the words sounding strange to my, the ideas.
“Well, it’s just that the difference between a man and a woman is not so great as people like to make out,” She said. “I mean, I’ve seen men with breasts bigger than any woman’s, yet you don’t see anyone making a big issue over it like with us.”
“I never thought of that,” I said, nodding my head.
“And a man’s penis,” Vicky said,”Our clitoris is formed by the same genes that make the man’s penis, it’s just that ours are small and soft while theirs are big and hard. We both get very excited.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said, blushing.
“You know how it feels good to rub your clitoris?” Vicky asked. “It feels just as good to a man.”
“Is it the same?” I asked, feeling my nipples harden as my imagination ran.
“I don’t really know,” Vicky laughed, “I don’t remember being a man. But from the way we react, I think it must be just as good.”
“Oh!” I said, my face flaming.
“Do you like rubbing your clitoris?” Vicky asked.
“What?” I replied.
“Does it make you feel good?” She asked.
“Well, yes, it does,” I admitted, almost in a whisper, my cheeks flaming in embarrassment.
“Hey, there’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Vicky said, lifting my chin in her hand. “There’s never anything to be ashamed of that makes your body feel good. If it wasn’t good for you, your body wouldn’t like it either.”
“I never thought of that,” I said. “It’s just that everyone says –”
“That!” Vicky sneered. “Most of them are so frustrated. If only we listen to our bodies, we might actually start enjoying life a little bit.”
“Make love, not war?” I said with a laugh. “That’s what the hippies used to say, isn’t it.”
“And we should have been listened to by more people,” Vicky said, laughing with me. “Have you ever seen another woman masturbate?” She asked suddenly.
“No!” I said quickly. “Of course not.”
“Why of course not?” Vicky asked. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Everyone does it. Even your mom.”
“My mom!” I snorted. “I probably doesn’t even know where to find it.”
“She had you and Mike, didn’t she?” Vicky asked. “She was young once, too.”
“It’s hard to picture her like, like that,” I said, shaking my head.
“Anyway, maybe later we’ll talk about this some more,” Vicky said, getting to her feet.
I realized that I had stopped thinking in terms of Vicky being naked. That I was, was inescapable, but it no longer seemed out of place or weird to me. Strange, but not weird.
“Thanks for helping me,” I said,”and talking to me, too.”
“That’s okay,” Vicky said, bending down and kissing me on the forehead. “We girls have to stick together, don’t we?”
“That’s right,” I said, laughing.
“Do you want me to close the door?” Vicky asked as she was leaving.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said, taking a deep breath and feeling very grown up. “I don’t have anything to hide, do I?”
“None of us should,” Vicky agreed as she left. “Let’s eat dinner in about an hour, okay?”
“That sounds great,” I said. “I’ll just take a nap for a while.”
“Sweet dreams,” Vicky said as she walked up the hall, a smile on my face.
“Where have you been?” Jennifer heard Mike asked when Vicky returned.
“Getting to know your sister better,” She replied, sitting in his lap.
“Oh,” Mike said, his eyebrows arching. “And what did you learn?”
“She’s sweet,” Vicky told him,”And very innocent, but ready not to be,” she added.
“She’s eighteen,” Mike said.
“You saw her today,” Vicky said. “She looks like a woman, it’s just her mind that needs some seasoning.”
“I’ve got some seasoning for you,” Mike said, pulling her to himself.
“Umm, yummy,” Vicky said, kissing him. “And my throat’s dry, too,” she added, sliding down to her knees to end up with his dick sticking in her face.
Opening her mouth, Vicky let Mike’s dick slide down into her throat, not stopping until her face was up against his stomach. Flexing her throat muscles, Vicky milked his dick, then let it slide almost out of her mouth with only the crown remaining held between her lips while her tongue assaulted the tip and the slit at the end. Mike sighed as Vicky continued to suck his dick, again thanking the gods for such a wife, totally sexual and totally uninhibited. It had been Vicky who had introduced him to swinging, and even though he hadn’t really liked the idea at first, other men being with Vicky, he quickly realized how much fun it was, their commitment to each other now stronger than ever.
“Come here ,” he said, lifting her to her feet. “Me, too,” he said as he lifted her in his arms, flipping her over so that her legs were around his head and she was hanging down so that she could suck on his dick again.
Holding her this way, Mike buried his face in her pussy, drinking up her sweet nectar as she continued to suck his dick. He loved the taste of her, her pussy always sweet, even after being fucked for hours by who knows how many dicks. He sucked on her clit, knowing how much she liked that, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He chewed on her pussy lips, thick, soft, and rubbery, pulling them and sucking on them as his dick disappeared into her throat. Then he felt his balls beginning to churn and he knew that he was about to cum. Vicky felt it, too, and redoubled her efforts as she sucked on him. Mike grabbed her clit between his front teeth and lightly bit on it, sending intense waves of pleasure shooting through Vicky’s body. He felt her juices flooding his mouth as she began to cum, while at the same time his balls exploded, cum shooting into her eager, sucking mouth. They sucked each other dry and Mike gently turned Vicky upright and set her on her feet. She swayed for a minute as the blood ruId from her head, smiling at him as she licked her lips, tasting his cum in her mouth.