I don't think I'll ever get bored of looking at my sister's gorgeous ass, Kelly Collins mused. The crazy part of it, though, is that since we're twins it must look exactly like mine!
Kim Collins languished at the bedroom window, elbows propped on the sill. She was completely, exquisitely naked, her creamy ass jutting out as she casually surveyed the urban landscape that lay beyond her window. Kelly was nude as well, reclining atop the silk coverlet that was spread on the canopy bed. Both the girls were tall, statuesque natural blondes, moving unashamed in each other's presence. They were the type of woman that every man they encountered, if he wasn't blind, elderly, or gay, immediately fell in love with. The big surprise came when the twin happened to come along.
Only one minor detail served to differentiate the two. Some genetic fluke had rendered Kim's vision twenty-twenty, while Kelly wore glasses perched on the end of her pert nose.
"Sis, did I ever mention to you that you have one hell of a luscious ass?" Kelly asked.
Kim turned around from the window and gazed at her sister with her enormous blue eyes. A slight smile grazed her lips.
"Let me see now, honey," she purred, standing erect. "If I recall correctly, last week it was my cunt you were hung up on. You were saying that you were completely obsessed with eating out my crotch. Then, the week before it was these ..." Kim hefted her sizeable tits, one in each palm, and jiggled them, making the pink nipples bob tantalizingly. "You were so insistent about how I should never wear a bra, so that you could always see the real outline of my tits through my clothes. But now, as far as ever telling me that my ass is luscious, well, yes, as a matter of fact you're always telling me that."
Jesus Christ, here we go again, Kelly thought. Back in the mood to fuck! Kelly was getting hot just watching her sister. It was making her crazy watching the sexy little shit wander naked around the apartment and, goddamnit, Kim knew it f Kelly lolled back on the smooth fabric of the pillow, letting her legs gently ease apart, revealing the curly blonde hair and the dewy pink slash of her cunt.
Kim licked her lips, her eyes affixed to Kelly's beautiful cunt. One of Kelly's hands slowly strayed up to the furry blonde delta, her fingers slowly lavishing the moist hair, gently drawing along the moist, widening crack.
"Would you mind if I joined you on the bed?" Kim said.
Now that Kim had turned around it was those tits that were beginning to get to Kelly. They sure as hell weren't the standard, garden-variety models. Kelly could attest to that. They were full, womanly, but pertly upturned, climaxing with big nipples that looked like pink, conical caps stuck on the end of each tit.
Just right for sucking, Kelly thought. For repeatedly sucking!
"Til sure the hell mind if you don't join me on the bed!" she answered, putting her glasses on the nightstand.
Kim strolled gracefully across the padded carpet, her thighs and hips moving smoothly at the pivot of her pussy. At each step downward, Kim's tits jiggled.
Kelly shifted and eased her legs over the side of the bed, spreading them apart, and Kim went down on her knees. Kim's fingers clutched at Kelly's sleek asscheeks. She brought her face down toward the hot jungle of Kelly's pussy. Her lips dove into the liquid pussy crack and she drew her tongue up the slash, licking, burrowing it into Kelly's fuckhole. Kelly twined her fingers into Kim's blonde curls, forcing Kim's face to press harder into her cunt.
Kelly moaned, her hips bucking into the other woman's face. Kim shifted the attack of her tongue, concentrating its darting molten tip on the button of Kelly's hard clit. Kelly was gasping, grasping, when Kim drove her middle finger up Kelly's cunt, her index finger sliding smoothly up her tight asshole.
Kelly threw her head back, crying out, squirming as Kim drove her fingers deep into her cunt and asshole.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck it!" she moaned.
It felt like those fingers were driving deep into her guts, drawing forth shuddering sensations mixed with burning heat. Kim was thrusting hard, pounding her fingers in, drawing gasping breaths herself as she serviced her sister with her fingers as well as her rigid, poking tongue. Her nose was tantalized by a rich mixture of the salty tang of cuntjuice and sweat and another earthier fragrance.
Kim could feel something welling up, Kelly's body beginning to become taut. Splayed back across the bed, Kelly played her fingers over her own sweet, upthrust tits. Kim could feel her sister's cunt and asshole grasping rhythmically at her wet fingers, and she slowed their attack, gently coaxing her sister toward the final, delicious moment.
Kim was sitting on the bed now, ramming her sister with the concentrated hard strokes of her fingers. She watched her sister lying beside her, eyes closed. Kelly was in a reverie, panting, eyes squinted tightly shut, savoring every delicious heated stroke of Kim's fingers. Shit, it's practically like fucking myself, Kim thought as she watched her sister writhing in front of her. The taut hills of Kelly's tits rose and fell with each breath, glistening with perspiration. The nipples were flushed a darker pink, quivering, standing free. It's motherfuck-ing times like this that I wish I had an awesome, hard prick quivering, sticking out of my own lap, Kim thought. Shit, but would I love to drive it deep into my sister's hairy little cunt, thrusting it all the way into her hot guts, feeling the fuckin' sensation going all the way down that prick and into my own guts, driving that prick deep, driving it until I was coaxing up my own orgasm, pushing and shoving it hard into her sweet cunt until I-"
And then Kelly was grasping at her sister's slippery, sweaty wrist, forcing her to slam her hand harder into her pussy, forcing her fingers to slurp deep within her cunt and asshole. Kelly was twisting, squirming her sopped, hairy pussy into Kim's rigid fingers.
"Do it, oh motherfucking do it!" she moaned, kneading her tits with her fingers, making the nipples go hard with her fingertips. She jerked her ass, bouncing it onto the other woman's probing fingers.
Later, Kim stood in front of the full-length mirror that was fixed to the door of the bedroom. Kelly was still sprawled out naked on the rumpled coverlet of the bed, pretending to read a paperback copy of Ulysses, but really surveying her sister's naked body.
"Sis, you don't think I'm getting fat, do you?" She posed in front of the mirror and, over her own shoulder, tried to assess the contours of her ass.
Kelly, still pretending to read, pulled a disgusted face but did not say anything.
"Sis?" Kim struck another pose and tried to gaze at her ass from a different angle. "Did you or did you not hear what I said?"
"I take it," Kelly said, still not looking up, "that by the amount of concern you are showing over her cute little tush, that you've got a hot date tonight."
Kim spun around, amazed at her sister's mind-reading.
"Yeah, I've got a date tonight. And it is a hot one. Whatsamatter? Do I detect a slight note of jealousy?"
Kelly just smirked.
"Are you kidding? Me? Jealous? Sis, I've got something in that drawer over there," she gestured at her dresser, "that will stay hard a hell of a lot longer than any guy's pathetic cock." She rolled over on her back and stretched."That's going to be my date tonight."
Chapter Two
Kim gazed into the mirror on her dresser as she carefully coaxed her blonde tresses into perfection. Funny, but there's that same uncanny sensation. Looking into the mirror is really the same as looking at my sister. But God! Couldn't appearances be deceptive! Because, although they were exactly alike in almost every single particular, underneath the skin they could hardly have been more different.
Whereas Kim was almost devestatingly normal, almost impossibly fun-loving, Kelly was, even as a kid, introverted, bookish, generally ill-at-ease in social situations. Not to suggest that she was a virgin, of course, though in less liberated times she might have ended up as the spinster of cliche. Certainly, Kelly had had a few boyfriends, even fucked around quite a bit during her college days. But damn, thought Kim, those adventures always seemed to peter out practically as soon as they started.
One relationship always remained.
The first time that Kim and Kelly had made love was in their middle teens, back when they had still been living with their father.
Summer vacation was only two weeks away. When you are still in school, as Kim and Kelly Collins were at the time, it was a very exciting time. A lot was happening to them. They had recently moved to a new town with their father, who was an Air Force colonel, and besides, there were other, far more personal changes taking place.
Kelly Collins unlocked the door to her house, entered and deposited her schoolbooks on a nearby coffee table. Not a single sound, she thought to herself. Maybe Kim is sleeping. Kim had stayed home from school that day, complaining that she felt like she might be catching the flu. Maybe she was taking a nap, which would explain why the house was so quiet.
Kelly wandered into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and began to survey the prospects for a sandwich. Then she noticed something. There was a quiet, almost unnoticeable squeaking. It seemed to be coming from down the hall. Perhaps Kim was awake after all. It occurred to Kelly that her sister might be hungry, too, and that she could kill two sandwiches with one stone.
Kelly wandered down the hallway toward the bedroom that she and her sister shared.
A sudden, startling thought hit her. God, was there a chance that Kim might not be alone back in the bedroom? She had been seeing that guy Greg from across the street a heck of a lot lately. Was it possible that the malt shop and the homework sessions were something a little more forbidding? Was it possible that her sister had been doing all that stuff that Kelly really didn't like to think about too much, like kissing and petting, and, even, going all the way?
Kelly, after all, was still a virgin. In fact, though it wasn't the sort of thing she would have liked anyone else to know about, the farthest she had gone was a French kiss that her classmate, Cal Walsh, had surprised her with during a game of spin-the-bottle.
The main reason her education in sex hadn't proceeded anv farther was that, mostly, boys didn't really ever seem to notice her. The glasses didn't help, either. It was always pretty Kim that the guys made moon-eyes at, passed notes to, and whispered to their friends about as she passed by in the school halls.
It just didn't seem fair to Kelly! After all, since they were twins, shouldn't she be just as popular, just as noticed as Kim?
Well, it was her bedroom, too. Kim couldn't get too angry if she accidentally happened to walk in on-on what? On Kim and Greg going all the way?
Kelly eased the door to her bedroom open just the tiniest crack. She could still hear that insistent creaking going on, and now she was sure. It was the sound of a gentle motion up and on . the bedsprings. Kelly moved closer and looked through the crack. She was quite surprised by what she saw. Kim was stretched out on her unmade bed, covers tossed askew. She was totally naked, not that the sight shocked Kelly, but it was what she was doing to herself that made her sister wonder. Kim had one hand down on her lightly-haired crotch, with a finger thrust inside. She was poking with her finger and with each poke the bedsprings would react to the motion and squeak. Kim's other hand was actively massaging her budding, pink-capped tits. The expression on her face was rapturous, like . . . like . . . Kelly couldn't even remember seeing an expression like that on her sister's face. She looked like she was in seventh heaven!
So what was she doing?
Kelly wasn't quite sure that she knew, but she was sure that it had something to do with sex. That meant that it couldn't be good! Self-abuse, that was the term that Mrs. Wiggins, the camp counselor, had used when cautioning the girls about bad behavior. Kelly hadn't known what Mrs. Wiggins had meant at the time. Could self-abuse be what Kim was doing to herself, all the while looking like she was enjoying it so much? Kelly looked again. Her sister was still going at it! Should she barge in, tell her to stop doing that self-abuse to herself? Should she tell her father? Should she just watch? Should she . . .
Just watching her sister going at her pussy with her finger was making Kelly feel a little strange herself. She couldn't quite define it, but watching her sister play with herself was giving her feelings of wanting . . . she wasn't even sure what it was she wanted! And, was she imagining it or was there something wet in her panties? And then Kelly leaned against the door and it swung wide open. Kim froze on the bed, her hand still fervently clasping a tit, the other hand poised where it had been working on her cunt. "Ooops!" was the most profound comment that Kelly could come up with.
"Don't you know how to knock?" was her sister's icy reply, and then she realized the position she was in and grabbed a cover. Sitting up on the bed, she wrapped it around herself. "Sorry ..." Kelly said, sheepishly. She was still standing in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do or to say.
Kim stared at her long and hard. "What's the matter? So you caught me jacking off? So, big dealt So, I'm sure that you masturbate too!" Kelly was stunned.
"I do not! I don't even know what you were doing, but I'll bet if Dad found out about it he wouldn't be real happy!"
Now it was Kim's turn to look shocked.
"You wouldn't! You wouldn't rat on me, would you? On your own sister?"
Kelly shifted from one foot to the other.
"Well, I . . . " were the only words that came out.
"I mean," Kim continued, "It's not that big of a deal, really, I was just enjoying myself! But if you tell Dad, he can be such an old prude at times! He'd probably ground me for a month! Hey, wait a minute . . . you mean to tell me that you've never made yourself come?"
Kelly almost hated to admit it.
"Well, no, you see I -"
"And you've just got to be joshing me about not even knowing what I was doing. Aren't you?"
Kelly shook her head, her eyes drooping.
An impish smile turned up the corners of Kim's mouth.
"Well, sister, if you don't know about it, then it's high time you did! C'mere ..."
Kim beckoned to her sister and Kelly slowly walked over to the edge of the bed and sat on it. Kim reached over and took Kelly's glasses off.
"Okay, sister, this is growing-up lesson number one. But if I show you this, you've got to swear to me that you'll never breathe a word to Dad. Okay?"
Kelly nodded. She didn't quite know what she was letting herself in for, but she trusted her sister. She guessed that was all that really mattered.
Kim unbuttoned the top button on Kelly's white school blouse, then the next and the next.
"Take it off," Kim said, and Kelly removed the blouse.
She was wearing a bra underneath, the cups white, pert and . . . small.
"Now the bra," her sister said, and Kelly reached around to unclasp the hook that held the bra together. She undid it and slipped out of the bra.
She sat in front of her sister, still clad in her skirt, naked from the waist up. Her tits were small but well-formed, each capped by innocent pink, free-standing nipples.
"You're sure a pretty little shit," Kim said, then leaned over and took one of Kelly's nipples in her mouth.
Kelly was too surprised for words. She just sat there as her sister lapped and sucked at her nipple, but then the twinges of sensation started to get to her. She reached over and clasped her sister close, moaning, letting out a young lifetime's accumulated desire.
"Oh, sister ... oh, do it!" But Kim did not need any encouragement.
Kim lifted her head from Kelly's jutting nubile tit, and the sisters' mouths clasped, their tongues wetly grappling. Their tongues dodged, dived, wrestling each other with a passioned fury. Kelly's hands were groping Kim's upstanding tits; the cover had fallen away and Kelly arched into her sister, letting her fingers take their fill.
Kelly drew back, bringing her sister onto the bed. They were both crazy with pent-up lust.
"Oh, god, sister! I've never done this before!" Kim agonized. "Is it wrong?" Her eyes pleaded. "I've always wanted to ... "
Kim's gaze was steely but she was smiling.
"Say it, sister. Say you've always wanted to fuck me!" She unzipped her sister's plaid skirt.
"I've always wanted to ... to fuck you!"
"Say it again. Tell me you've always wanted to fuck me!" She pulled down her sister's skirt, following it with her silken panties, revealing the glorious blonde pussy underneath.
"I have always wanted to fuck you!"
Kim slid her finger up Kelly's already well-lubricated cunt. Kelly moaned and writhed against her sister, wrapping her fingers around Kim's plump asscheeks, bringing her mouth to grapple with her sister's again.
Kim, even though she was still young, knew all the subtle caresses, all the savage scratches it would take to bring her sister to the edge of ecstasy-and to send her crashing over.
Kelly was sprawled on the bed and Kim's hands and mouth were all over her. Her wet lips were roving the other girl's perky tits, her hands kneading her pussy and burning inner thighs. "Oh, god, Kim-do it to me! Do everything I've wanted for so long!"
Kelly was beautiful lying there underneath Kim, begging, her gleaming blonde hair splashed across the pillow.
Kim's finger slid into her well-lubed pussy crack, finding the slippery button of her clit, frictioning it over and over. Kelly moaned and writhed beneath the onslaught of sensations, her own hands reaching out, molding themselves to her sister's sleek, beautiful, sweaty body.
Kim was using her finger like a prick now, ramming it deep within the hot folds of Kelly's young cunt. Kelly's ass was bouncing up and down on the bed with each pistoning of Kim's hand, each recoil setting off a squeak from the springs and a passionate gasp from the girl.
Kelly wanted to scream as Kim jammed her sopping finger repeatedly into her sister's slurping cunt. At the back of her brain she could feel that incredible longing screaming at her again. It was as if her whole body, from the tips of her toes to the tips of her tits was poised to trigger, and Kim was playing with that trigger. Kelly didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly heard herself screaming.
"Fuck me, sister! Fuck me deep!" Then her whole body stiffened.
Her brain went off in delicious, deep fireworks. She bucked and jerked like she was being electrocuted as Kim continued to ram her finger deep. She was screaming, crying as she pressed her face deep into the sweaty valley between her sister's tits.
"If that was self-abuse," she half-laughed, half-cried to her sister, "then I want to be abused!"
Now, nine years and innumerable sex sessions later, Kelly and Kim were still sharing their beds and bodies at every available occasion. Maybe, thought Kim, their lesbian affair had contributed to the fact that Kelly had never really seemed to blossom out, had never really seemed to ever really get anything serious or stable going with a guy, much less a woman. In fact, there was nothing Kim could put her finger on exactly, but she seemed to sense Kelly's emotional dependence on her, and on the sex that they frequently shared, growing rather than lessening.
Kim didn't mind continuing their frequent fucking bouts, but if Kelly was ever to really bloom sexually it looked like she was going to have to coax her away from her fixation on her twin sister.
Kim began to carefully apply her eyeliner.
Shit, Kelly had everything in the physical department. There wasn't a guy in town who wouldn't give one of his balls just to use the other one to blow a load of jism up Kelly's cunt. So what in the fuck was missing? Surely it wasn't the fact that Kelly had been wearing glasses since she was just a kid. And just putting her foot down and telling Kelly to cold turkey it with their lesbo delights probably wouldn't solve a fucking thing, either. There just had to be some way to ease her sister into, hell, an affair with a man for a change of pace.
Kim could envision somebody sexy, somebody who wouldn't be put off by the mere fact of Kelly's brains.
Chapter Three
"Drive it in, Jerry! Shove that bastard thing in!" Kim gasped, raking her long nails across Jerry's broad back.
Oh, Christ how she loved that fucking thing shoved up her cunt! Her expression was frenzied, tiny beads of sweat glistening on her face, her turquoise-blue eyes pleading that she be fucked, and be fucked good.
Jerry supported himself above Kim, his taut, muscular ass moving slowly, deliberately, as his slick, hard prick drilled her to the core. She was wriggling her ass, trying to draw forth every ounce of delicious sensation.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned ecstatically.
Her whole body was drenched with perspiration, her tits standing up like twin cones that jerked and wobbled with every wallop of Jerry's prick as it slid and impacted in her cunt.
The bed was racketing like a railroad car with every slug from his cock. His mouth was traveling across her tits, dodging, licking, sucking, making her nipples stand up like little quivering spikes. Kim had her nails lodged into Jerry's moist back, yet he still kept rolling that rhythm, sending her upwards into a cool sustained bliss. Goddamn! Jerry was so cool, so forceful, so rnouthfucking hard! His eyes, dark-flecked brown, didn't betray the slightest trace of emotion. Hell, he might as well have been ten thousand miles away on the other side of the planet! Yet still-had it been fifteen minutes-he continued to pump into her with that big, hard cock, shoving it up into her guts. Already her pussy was starting to feel sore and raw-but shit! That was the motherfucking way she liked
"Do it, baby ..." she whimpered, "Oh, motherfucking harder! Can you really keep it up? Oh, goddamn ..." She started to gasp with desire.
She jammed her firm, sweaty tits into Jerry's hairy chest as he continued to ream her cunt with his slick cock. She screamed as she felt the raw, raking fingers of her orgasm teasing through her body like it was a piece of tissue, setting her on blissful fire, making her arch her body and beg for his cock. She grasped the muscular cheeks of his ass as he drove his prick harder, harder, deeper until she lost every trace of self-control, until she was crying and screaming, until she was afraid that she was going to literally shit from the ecstasy.
She and Jerry lay together, still joined like Siamese twins at the crotch, still gently frigging after the throes of their mutual frenzy. She had her tits squashed, sensitive and glistening with rivulets of sweat, onto his hair-whorled chest, her nipples tight and aching.
Jerry had ceased the intense pumping now, yet Kim could feel his swollen prick shoved up inside her cunt. Kim held him tightly, massaging his sweaty ass and back with her hands.
"Ummmm . . . baby, that feels just wonderful. . . " Jerry said, practically purring like a tiger with approval.
"Jeez, baby, I don't think that you came, did you?" Kim asked.
Jerry still had a partial hard-on and was pushing his cock in and out of Kim's cunt, but slowly, ever so slowly.
"No," Jerry said, chuckling under his breath. He nuzzled his face into her fragrant hair, next to her ear. "No, baby, but don't give it a second thought. The spirit hasn't quite moved me the whole distance, yet. Not to say that you haven't moved me, because you sure fucking have! But, shall we say, I've got just a little bit farther to go before I have to fire off my piece."
Jerry was still gently pushing and withdrawing that infernal prick of his.
"Fuck, Jerry, I don't get you at all! Have you got a fucking steel rod shoved up your cock, or what? Is that what you're trying to explain?" Jerry snickered.
"Well, my prick may hot have any steel shoved up it, but some women in the past have told me they liked it."
"Well, shit, baby, I just hope the fucking thing doesn't fire off a thirty-eight-caliber bullet when you come!"
"No, no!" Jerry laughed, and when he did Kim could feel his prick hardening in the deep recess of her cunt.
"Ooooh . . . " Kim cooed, and Jerry paused, a blissful look suffusing his face as Kim flexed her cunt muscles. "Ummmm, that feels great!"
Was she wrong or had Jerry increased the speed of the stroking with his prick?
"Hell," Jerry said, "maybe the sensation threshold of my prick is just a little higher than most guys, I don't know. Fewer nerve endings or something. Shit, the truth is I don't have the foggiest idea of the reason it takes me quite a while to come. Still, I love to fuck and I do come eventually, and between now and then the thing stands up and does a jig. So what? I don't have any fucking complaints, do you?"
Kim smiled. Lying beneath Jerry she was silent for a few moments, seeming to contemplate the possibilities. Jerry was still going at that steady, workmanlike frigging, and showing no signs of letting it up in the near future.
"Jerry, would you feel my tits?" she said.
Jerry cupped the sleek mounds of flesh in his hands. As his fingers caressed her tits, Kim could feel burning sensation start to emanate outward from them, and from her tits the sensations moved downward, culminating at her pussy.
Jerry brought his face down to Kim's, pressing his mouth to hers, their tongues lashing together, wetly grappUng. Jerry's stomach muscles tightened. Simultaneously his balls became more taut and his prick began to drive harder, with more interest, like there was some tasty morsel at the rear of Kim's cunt that his prick had come to devour.
"Yeah, baby ..." Kim coaxed him, "Come to mama . . . shove that big cock up mama's pussy ..."
Jerry silenced her with his tongue. Kim sucked at it as he extended it, shoving it in and out of her mouth like it was a prick and her mouth was a cunt.
Jerry's legs and ass had the necessary strength it took to increase the motion. Kim was splayed loosely beneath him. Their mouths were still locked in an extended kiss, as his cock ram-rodded its way into her dripping cunt.
"Yessss . . . "Kim hissed, her fingers snaking their way down Jerry's back, her hands clasping and caressing the tanned, muscular hillocks.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Jerry spat, arching his back as Kim's fingers worked their way into his sweat-ridden asscrack, burrowing lower, moving toward the hair-encircled wet pucker of his asshole.
At the same time her other hand worked its way under, against and past his hair-swirled thigh, to cup his heavy, hot, dangling balls as they slapped with each stroke of his prick. Then her middle finger reached its destination, shoving into the tight, hot channel of his asshole.
Jerry was tensed, arched back, supported on his elbows, his cock thrusting outward like a curving spear. He was moaning uncontrollably as Kim shoved her finger up his ass in imitation of the prick he was shoving up her.
Kim could feel her own body getting tense, too, building up to the spasming throes that would rape her with sensation.
Then all there was or could be were the two burning organs-cock and pussy-bucking, thrusting, Jerry's long prick sluicing into Kim's sucking, greedy cunt. Jerry's cock crammed into her pussy, his pubic bone whacking away hard into hers until they both surrendered to the triggering. Jerry's prick pumped burning repeated squirts of jism to scald the interior of her cunt, while Kim's own orgasm yawned up to engulf her.
They surrendered into each other's arms, panting, their sweat-drenched bodies melting into one another's. Their mouths were still wetly locked, their tongues questing, groping.
Kim fell away from Jerry, lolling back onto the sweat-soaked sheets. Jerry's cock was still lodged deep inside of her, but it was drained and had lost most of its firmness.
"Look, Jerry," Kim said, "I admit that those were great fucks, but admit it-there was no thirty-eight-caliber bullet either time you came. So, what gives?" Jerry looked sheepish. "Okay. You're right. So my prick doesn't fire a thirty-eight. Is that a crime? Actually, it's only a twenty-two caliber. So I lied! Wait! I can tell by your expression you don't believe that, either! Well, baby, I'm just going to have to show you, aren't I? You don't think my prick is ready for sleepytime yet, do you?"
Kim stared at Jerry with unbelieving eyes. The only thing she was really concerned about was whether he was enjoying their fucking bout as much as she was. But the doubt slowly melted away, her attention drawn by the distraction of his hardening cock.
Chapter Four
Well, thought Kelly, I wonder what's in store for me this evening? After taking a long, luxurious bubble bath she had put on her fluffy terrycloth bathrobe and had relaxed on the couch in the living room. What to do? Actually, this was precisely the sort of evening that Kelly preferred after a day at work-quiet, relaxed, a far cry from Kim's idea of a good time, that was for sure.
Actually, considering the radical diversity of their characters, it was astounding that she got along with Kim as well as she did. The six months they had shared the apartment had gone by virtually without a hitch. I guess, thought Kelly, it's because Kim is thoughtful enough not to turn the fucking place into a continual party. I'm certain that's the way she would like it to be if I wasn't sharing the apartment with her. Hmmmm . . . T.V.? Kelly retrieved the remote control from the coffee table. She turned the set on, then flicked through the channels, letting a channel remain when something interesting caught her attention. A wild animal program-the wild monkeys of Borneo? Not tonight. A nice, mindless situation comedy? Not really in the mood. Then a flash of green televised buttock caught her eye. Green buttock? Adjust the color. Of course! The X-rated cable station that Kim had recently subscribed to . . . Kelly sincerely doubted that she would enjoy whatever it was they were showing tonight, but she decided to give a look.
The show was a sexy science fiction parody titled Star Trick, about a spaceship engaged in sex research around the galaxy-boldly coming where no man has come before! Although the script and acting tended toward the ridiculous, those just happened to be an excuse to hang the numerous fuck scenes on. Almost against her will Kelly found herself getting engrossed in the show.
After about the fifth sequence of Captain Cock battering away at some naked-and usually green-skinned-broad, Kelly turned off the set. No, it was highly unlikely that the actors in the show would cop an Oscar for their performances-or even whatever equivalent award, probably a silver-plated dildo, that they handed out to x-rated films-but that big hulking jock who had played Captain Cock-Christ, but that sonofabitch had one hell of a prick on him!
Kelly headed for her bedroom.
A nice, quiet evening at home, she thought. She entered her bedroom with a slight sense of anticipation. Kelly walked over to her chest-of-drawers and slid out the bottom drawer.
There, laid out carefully on a bed of paisley cloth, was an assortment of five dildos. One of them was a big double-header model. It was brand new and would come in very handy when she and her sister next spent time together alone. The other dildos varied. in size as well as features. Some bore ridges or bumps, others had whiskers or prongs.
Nice, thought Kelly. No commitment, no emotional involvement or blackmail, only pleasure.
Kelly selected a big, flesh-toned nobbly prick from the drawer, then slid the drawer shut. She weighed the plastic prick in her hand. Shit, she thought, the prick on that stud in the film practically matched this one.
Kelly lay back on the floral-patterned spread draped across her bed. She involuntarily clenched her ass muscles in anticipation of slamming that fantastic tribute to the plastic-maker's art up her cunt. She could feel her soft nipples as they made their transition to puckered hardness underneath the soft terrycloth of her robe and, with one hand, she rubbed one of her tits, letting her robe fall partly open. She looked down at the revealed dusky pinkness, her nipple standing erect, sharp.
She cupped the big, pliant mound of tit in one hand, rubbing the surrounding areola, twiddling and pulling on the freestanding nipple. Then she lowered the dildo down toward her crotch. She began to rub the dildo over her cunt, still hidden by the terrycloth. Kelly spread her legs wide and teased her pussy through the cloth, squirming atop the covers.
Yeah, she thought, that big-pricked pussy-loving stud in the film-his cock practically as huge as this one-yeah, you know, I wouldn't mind it one fucking bit to have him ramming his King Kong prick up my cunt some evening! I can just hear his comments when I drop my robe to the floor and he gets a chance to see my tits. Guys always love my tits! Then I could dig him eating out my pussy and then, maybe . . .
Kelly could feel her pussy starting to get moist as she teased it with the dildo. She loosened the sash of her robe and pulled it open, leaving her pussy wide to her gaze and to the action of the dildo.
If he was very, very gently just toying his prick into the wet outer folds of my cunt, she mused. Then she teased the head of the plastic prick at the entrance to her twat, pushing back the lips with the big donghead.
Yeah, just teasing the lips of my pussy . . , Kelly grabbed a pillow and propped herself up against the headboard so she could get a better view. She imagined the face of the porno star pressed close to hers, leaning over, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
Then, moaning, she slid the plastic cock deep.
Goddamn! What a fucking prick! In her mind's eye she could see his hairy, muscular ass working. She began to frig the dildo deep into her sopping, sucking cunt. Her nipples were standing out like spires as she used both hands to drive the big prick deep. She slid onto her back, pulling the robe away, holding on for dear life to the dildo. She was giving her pussy deep, slow strokes of the cock. Her juices were flowing out of control, leaving the dildo glistening as it exited her cunt on the upstroke.
Still she had that maddening image of Captain Cock atop her. One of her hands went up to her tits, rubbing them, molesting the hard nipples with her fingertips, bouncing them, echoing with her hands the aching urgency of her cunt.
She was panting, increasing the motion of the strokes.
"God, drive the motherfucking thing into me!" she moaned.
She had the dildo going with a steady, hard piston stroke. Kelly was tensed, tightening her cunt, sweating, using every last bit of strength that she possessed to ram the big plastic prick up her pussy.
She could feel it approaching, the tiny flicker of sensation as it wavered deep inside her cunt. If she could only keep up that steady, hard thrusting ...
Kelly was panting furiously, gritting her teeth, moaning and crying as waves of orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed, torturing her pussy with hard, slamming strokes, and then it was all over with. She was lying on her side, panting and crying.
"Goddamn it!" she confessed to her pillow. "I could sure use a fucking man!"
"Lick it, don't suck it."
"What?"
Kim was curled toward the foot of the bed, her ivory body splayed across the ebony-colored sheets. One hand grasped Jerry's erect cock at the thick root, and she was moving toward it with her mouth.
"Lick it. Don't suck it. Just a preference. I just feel like having my cock licked, that's all."
Kim simply made a low purr in response, then began to nibble and lick at Jerry's prick, starting at the wide, veinous base.
"The balls, too, love. I Uke having my balls licked a little, too."
Viewing Jerry's cock from up close was beginning to turn Kim right back on again, to give her jolting little twinges running through her crotch.
Kim dipped her head into the hairy junction of Jerry's legs, holding his sinewy prick away to afford her mouth better access to his balls. She extended her glistening tongue and sensuously drew it over his balls, kissing, licking. Then she migrated upward, licking the underside of his long, firm prick. His cock quivered at her tongue's attentions. He tensed and the big purplish cockhead became more engorged, shining, reflecting the light in its shiny surface.
"Right there. That's right. Around the rim-around the base of the cockhead. That's where it's really sensitive."
Kim obliged Jerry, tracing the base of his prickhead with her wet, questing tongue. Then she polished the big, bloated head with her lips and tongue, teasing the slit of his prick, wallowing it between her moist lips, enclosing the head of the cock and beginning to fuck it in and out of her lips.
"Ummmm ..." Jerry moaned, throatily, his hand creeping up Kim's smooth, shapely leg.
His hand found its way to her ass and he began to mold her asscheeks with his fingers as she continued to service his cock.
"Come in my mouth," she whispered, then continued to lick and suck away at his prickhead.
Jerry was toying his finger into Kim's asshole.
"Inside-"she mumbled, and with a single fluid stroke his finger pierced into the soft, heated hole of her shitter.
Kim was absolutely aching for the taste of jism. Jerry continued to lounge back and gently fuck his finger into her sensitive asshole while two other fingers worked the flesh around her shitter. She lifted her exquisite, pear-shaped ass up, savoring the feelings of his fingers as they glided across her flesh, still going full-bore at his cockhead as if she was a lollipop addict.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" she moaned as she felt Jerry's cock pulsating, ready to fire off its load of come. "Do it-squirt it right into my mouth!"
"You want it, baby, you've got it!" Jerry panted, and Kim could feel his strong body arching, tensing, while his cock flurried in and out of her mouth as if it was driving into a cunt.
"Yeah! Yeah!" he moaned, his face tortured with pleasure, and then with a final, solid buck of his crotch Kim felt the jabs of hot jism licking across her tongue.
She moaned, the sound muffled by his cock-head, and furiously sucked at his prong, devouring the hot, sticky droplets that splattered forth into her mouth.
"I've got a question for you," Jerry said, taking a sip from the can of beer he was holding. "Its just something I'm kind of curious about." "What is it?" Kim asked, rolling closer to him on the bed, letting her fingers travel casually up his bare leg.
"Well, it's kind of personal. You won't take offense, will you?" Jerry's face contorted into an inquisitive look.
"Christ!" Kim said, "Now you've got me curious! Look I'm not so sensitive that a sim-ple question is going to piss me off. So what is it?"
Jerry took another fortifying swig of the beer and then took a moment while he framed the question.
"Well, it was just this crazy idea that crossed my mind while we were making it. You said you were a twin. Well, you know, there's this whole mythology about how close twins are-parents dress them alike, and all that-but the perverse thing that came to my mind was . . . did you ever make it with your sister?"
Kim paused for a second. Jerry had no idea of how close to home that he had hit.
"Well . . . no."
Kim reached over to the nightstand and now it was she who was taking a sip of brew.
"Never?" Jerry looked doubtful.
So it was Kim's turn to put on the pretended face of the slightly offended.
"I said no, didn't I? Jerry, look, I'm not a lesbo, okay?"
"Well, I wasn't trying to imply that . . . I just thought that since you two have known each other all your life, maybe at some time or another you must have engaged in some little experimentation, or something ..."
"No." And the subject was closed.
Chapter Five
As was her habit after she finished her daily grind as a law secretary, Kelly proceeded to the bar across the street from her office for a winding-down drink. The Henry Miller Bar, or Henry's to its patrons, was one of the more plush, nicer bars in town-if nicer meant quiet. And that was one of the qualities that attracted Kelly to the bar, along with the mean Margaritas they served.
Entering the lounge, her eyes adjusting to the semi-darkness, Kelly saw that it was fairly deserted, just the way she preferred it. Her eyes scanned the room, past the leather chairs and low tables. The lone inhabitants were an older couple chatting at one table and, of course, old Bill Goggins the bartender.
"The usual, Kelly?" the rotund barkeep inquired as Kelly chose a seat at the bar and eased her ass onto it.
Kelly smiled and Goggins set about the mystical preparations of making his special concoction of tequila and lime juice.
One reassuring thing about the place to Kelly was that she was generally left alone. She never minded a bit of friendly conversation, but all she had to do was to walk into some of these local pick-up bars and a dozen hormone-heavy crazed disco wolves would descend on her like kamikazes. Then there was always the highly original opening line, followed by the ritualized attempts to impress her with their muscles, Volvo, or money. All the while their usually puny pricks were dictating to their usually puny brains the dialog intended to put her flat on her back in the sack, Jack.
Fuck, she thought, I'm really starting to get jaded at the ripe old age of twenty-four! It was amazing, but her sister Kim didn't seem to mind the oily pick-up attempts that these boneheads always laid on her-in fact, she positively seemed to eat them up! Well, I guess that pretty well shows the difference between the two of us.
Goggins placed Kelly's Margarita in front of her and she ventured a taste. A couple of these and all the day's tormented legal jargon would be banished from her weary brain.
"Excuse me, miss, but is anyone sitting here?" The masculine voice intruded on Kelly's solitary thinking.
Slightly annoyed at being bothered, she turned. Then she smiled.
"No. Uh, no."
She shrugged and the man sat down beside her. Well, she thought, I suppose it's an utter fucking coincidence that out of all the seats in the room, that this dude just saunters up and chooses this goddamn one! Here comes the pickup line!
But, to her surprise, the line did not come. Kelly waited, sipping at her Margarita. The man ordered an imported beer and then, of all the ridiculous things, seemed perfectly happy to retreat into his own shrouded thoughts and savor the beer. Kelly suddenly began to feel insulted.
What's the matter, she thought, draining her first drink, am I not pretty enough for this guy? What's the matter, is he a fucking faggot? It's ridieulous, she thought to herself. After all, he's not doing just what I was complaining that all guys do! He's probably just . . . he's probably just a little shy.
Kelly took a covert peek at him. He looked to be in his middle-thirties, a nice, grey-flecked mustache shading a sensitive mouth. He was dressed attractively, conservatively, in slacks and a sports coat, none of this fucking collar-open-to-the-navel and two-hundred-gold-chains-around-his-neck-shit!
The new arrival launched into a conversation with the bartender. Kelly listened intently as they chatted about the origin of the bar's name. Was the place in fact named after the literary figure? Goggins said yes, indeed. An intellectual, Kelly thought. The guy has brains.
And so, after forty minutes of waiting for him to open up with an inane come-on to her, Kelly succumbed to curiosity and tried to pick him up. Tentatively it worked. They both chatted for half an hour and found, amazingly, almost impossibly, that they shared many of the same interests-good books, classic movies, impressionist painting, and the symphony.
Kelly couldn't believe it, and when she asked if he would like to drop by for a quiet evening, she couldn't believe his response. He begged off, saying he couldn't make it because of an impending deadline for some work he had to complete. Perhaps tomorrow? They exchanged phone numbers and, as he was leaving, Kelly realized that they hadn't told each other their names. She told him hers and he told her his. His was Jerry.
"Christ!" he said. "She almost stumped me with a comment about fucking Stravinsky, whoever he is! I was just about to say that I loved his paintings when she goes off reviewing his goddamn Rite of Spring, which I guess is an opera or a symphony or whatever! Fuck it, Kim, if I didn't have such a hard-on for your luscious little blonde cunt, I wouldn't be doing this trickster stuff on your sister!"
"Now, Jerry," Kim reassured him, snuggling up closer and pushing her big tits against his chest, "you did just fabulous! She fell for the whole act hook, line and sinker! And I'm not really trying to trick Kelly, I just want her to get out of herself for a while, maybe brighten her outlook a little bit on the opposte sex. Then, after she's opened herself up to you we can ease her out of it with, maybe, another partner or something. It's really just Kelly's interests that I have in mind."
Kim reached underneath the cover and wrapped her fingers around Jerry's half-erect prick. "Well," Jerry said, looking a little perplexed. "Won't you be a little bit jealous if this thing with Kelly and me lands us in bed? I don't want the favor I'm doing for you to fuck up what we have going."
Kim's hand cupped Jerry's balls, gently massaging them with her fingertips.
"Hey, don't worry about it, baby. If she wasn't my sister, I'd be as jealous as hell, but the fact is that I'm concerned about her. And I know you're just the stud to get her enthused about having a real live prick shoved up her pussy. I think it would be the best thing that could happen to her."
Jerry's cock was getting stiff and Kim put her fingers to work giving the prick a gentle frigging motion, easing Jerry's foreskin away from the hardening cock-knob.
"The whole trick in this masquerade is to let her do most of the talking when it comes to the artsy-fartsy stuff. There's no way you, or practically anybody, for that matter, can keep up with that chick when she's on a roll talking about Cezanne or Nijinksy or Stravinsky or whoever it was. I'll bring you a few of those coffee table buster books that she has lying around the house. You can peruse them, then, when you two are talking, you can inject a comment now and again. Listen, Jerry, I never would have asked you to do this favor for me if I didn't know you were smooth enough to pull it off. But listen . . . what do you say we fuck?"
"That's more along the lines of what I wanted to hear," Jerry said, and pulled Kim close to kiss her.
Their mouths met, their lips crushing together, their wet tongues grappling and lashing each other. Kim's hand strayed over Jerry's curly pubic hair, his balls, his prick, teasing with soft touches, bringing his cock closer to hardened life.
Jerry was mauling Kim's voluptuous ass, running his fingers and palm over each ripe, rounded asscheek, into the warm crack, downward to the moist hole of her shitter, into the hot slime of her pussy crack.
"Oh, god, Jerry ., . " Kim moaned, hiking her leg across his, half-mounting him.
He grabbed the bountiful sacks of her tits, bobbing and swinging as she repositioned herself. He grasped full, overflowing handfuls, weighing them in his hands, caressing the rounded expanses of soft tit, feeling the subtly different texture of the areolas of her sizeable ruddy nipples.
Kim's cunt was all juiced up. She could feel the hot, viscous slime lubricating the slice of her cunt. Her pussy and her lower belly were eaten up with an aching, a longing that she couldn't quite define, but which gnawed away at her brain with the desire to be impaled by a stiff thrusting prick, any prick, even one of those plastic pricks that Kelly kept in her bottom drawer.
Jerry easedher onto her back, his eyes never leaving the jiggling globes of her tits.
"Christ, what a woman," he muttered as he gazed at the lush body splayed on the sheet in front of him.
From those billowing waves of golden hair to those big, pouting blue eyes, from the mouth that looked like it was born to suck cock, to those massive tits with the oversized, expressive pink nipples, past the upthrust ribcage and the sleek stomach, down to the tangled inverted triangle of her honey-thatched and honey-dripping crotch, she was the type of broad that probably half of fucking American manhood dreamed of all their life.
Jerry's hand automatically dove down to her blonde pussy. Her legs were spread and her cunthair was such a delicate blonde that the cut of her cunt was obvious through the fur. Jerry ran his fingers through the moist, matted curls, rubbing around and in the junction of her legs where they met her cunt, then dove his middle finger shallowly, sliding it up the honey-moist crack.
Kim let out a sudden breath of air as Jerry's finger raked in her cuntslash, and she grabbed his hand with both of hers, forcing his fingers to dive deeper.
"Don't wander off," she said. "You found the right place."
Jerry rubbed the hair-covered bulge, pushing his middle finger into the slick sliminess of Kim's cunt. They both indulged in a deep, drawn-out kiss as Jerry fingered the slick lining of her pussy, tickling, swirling his finger till he had Kim writhing, trying to climb all over him. Now he was wagging his finger, whipping it into the walls of Kim's pussy, teasing her desire forward.
Kim curled her fingers around Jerry's throbbing prick, admiringly caressing the big, veined thing. As Jerry toyed and thrust into her cunt, Kim reciprocated by working on his cock, frigging the skin up and down, licking her fingers to gently polish the engorged purple head, turning it into a glistening spear.
Kim rolled over and with one smooth unannounced motion, Jerry's prick penetrated and slid up the length of her cunt. Kim was arched back, her tits beautiful, pink-capped arching mounds. She started to ease her ass up and down, speared on Jerry's prick, squirming and moaning as his cock bit deep into her slick cunt.
Jerry's hands gripped Kim's rounded young ass and snuggled his hand past the humid furrow of her asscrack and slid a finger into her tight, hot asshole. Kim's head was thrown back, her eyes clasped tight in rapture, her breath rasping in and out of her lungs. Furiously bouncing her ass up and down on his hard cock she groaned.
"Motherfucker! Drive it in deep! God, Jerry, I love it! Make me . . . make me ... "
Jerry's teeth were gritted as he gathered all this strength to staccato his cock into her pussy, wetly slapping his balls against her sweaty ass.
Kim let out another long moan as Jerry continued to work both holes, driving his finger deep into her ass, feeling the sensations that seemed to link it with her hot cunt.
Kim was grasping, molding, tormenting her tits with her own hands as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. Her head felt like it was bursting, blood pounding in her temples. She drove her fingernails into her own soft tits and nipples as the orgasm washed through her in fiery waves, starting at her asshole, rebounding and burrowing deep into her cunt, rushing upward to splash and explode in her brain. She screamed as she felt Jerry's hot jism scalding deep into her guts, his cock pulsating as it pumped squirts of hot cum into her grateful cunt.
Kim collapsed onto Jerry's heaving chest, pressing her sweat-glistening tits and her mouth onto him. She could smell the hot, musky intoxicating scent of their mingled sweat. Jerry's cock was still firmly lodged in her cunt and his finger was still thrust up her ass. Apparently he didn't have any pressing appointment that was going to cause him to pull out, either.
"Goddamn it, Jerry, now I know just why I asked you to fuck my sister. I just wanted the best for her-the fucking best!"
Chapter Six
The fender-bender on Wells Avenue, where a Volkswagon had skidded and crunched into a Cadillac, had slowed Kelly by about fifteen minutes. Then the rain had started. That slowed the progress of traffic to a crawl. When she finally did arrive at the theater, the rain was coming down in ice-cold buckets. She ran across the parking lot, using a newspaper as a makeshift umbrella, still ending up drenched as she found shelter under the theater's flashing marquee.
Jerry rushed over to her and wrapped his trenchcoat around her shoulders.
"Lovely weather we're having," he said smiling charmingly.
Somehow Kelly didn't feel quite so cold anymore.
"We're about fifteen minutes late for the first showing," Jerry said. "I've already got our tickets, so what do you say that we go in?" "This film received fabulous reviews ..." Kelly whispered to Jerry as they groped their way down a darkened aisle.
They settled into their seats, Kelly retaining the trenchcoat wrapped around her. On the screen were the flickering images of two Italian actors talking in a cafe. Following the subtitles, Kelly and Jerry attempted to piece together what had already happened, but after fifteen minutes of trying, the plot still remained elusive. They found the acting to be far too melodramatic, the camerawork amateurish, the sound fuzzy.
"Not much of a film, is it?" Kelly said. "Bastard reviewers!"
Jerry smiled. "Oh, what the hell. Oh, hey, here's a startling new development!"
On screen the leading man, after a seemingly endless amount of talk, was getting down to brass tacks. He was toying with the buttons on the blouse of the leading lady.
"You still cold?" Jerry asked.
Although she wasn't really, Kelly nodded.
"That help?" Jerry asked, putting his arm around her. Kelly snuggled closer.
"It sure doesn't harm," Kelly replied. "Say, now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness and I've had an opportunity to wipe my glasses, I notice that there aren't too many other suckers who paid to see this stinko film."
Jerry glanced around. Sure enough, the only moviegoers were a couple about five rows behind them, far more interested in getting a mouthful of tongue and copping a feel than in watching the flick.
The leading lady of the film was a sensuous-looking, extremely buxom woman-almost a parody of an Italian movie actress. By now her co-star had reached the stage of pulling her blouse away from her bra-encased tits while they engaged in a furious kiss.
Hell, this is a silly fucking film, Kelly thought, but all this Italian heat on the screen is beginning to get to me. She snuggled closer to Jerry and he took the unstated message that the road ahead was clear, maybe even wide open. Tentatively Jerry slid his hand past the trenchcoat and brought it to rest on Kelly's upper thigh.
"You can . . . you can go higher ..." Kelly whispered. "I know I wouldn't mind ..."
"You mean, here?" Jerry responded.
His fingers crept up to the gentle bulge of Kelly's cunt, covered by the denim of her designer jeans. He rotated his fingers, caressing her cunt mound, frictioning gently until he could feel the heat radiating through the rough fabric. Kelly wiggled, repositioning her ass, then spread her legs farther apart, allowing Jerry easier access. His fingers reached lower, between her legs. There it was really hot.
"Urnmmm . . . "Kelly moaned into his ear. "Goddamn, I feel just like a teenager."
"Me too," Jerry said, then popped open the snap on her jeans.
Slowly, soundlessly, Jerry slid down her zipper. Then his fingers moved past the elastic waist of Kelly's panties, sliding into the warm, humid crotch hair.
"Kind of a tight fit," Jerry said, then Kelly lifted her ass and his hand ventured deeper.
His ringers dove into the hot, wet slickness of her open cuntlips.
"Ooooh ..." Kelly moaned. "That feels just wonderful. What base is that, in high school jargon?"
Jerry chuckled. "Uh, it's . . . it's third base, I guess."
"Okay, then which base is this?" Kelly asked, and went for Jerry's zipper with her hand.
She slowly, quietly unzipped his pants, pulling his fly open. Beneath the concealment of the coat they were now both sharing, her fingers captured Jerry's prick. It was still only beginning to respond to her gentle attentions. Toying with it, frigging it within the squeeze of three fingers, it was soft yet showing resilience, beginning to awaken to her warm touch.
"Uncircumcised ..."
"Do you mind?"
"Mind? Actually, I prefer it ... "
She eased back his foreskin and rotated her thumb on the head of his cock. There was a smear of cool, sticky jism there, and she rubbed it into his cockhead. As her thumb and forefinger gripped the head of his cock, her other fingers gently teased and caressed his taut, hairy balls.
Jerry slid his own hand deeper.
"Christ, but that's a tight fit," he muttered, "your jeans, I mean ..."
Then he pressed his index finger, curving it up into the entrance to her cunt, curling it and forcing it deeper.
"Kelly, this is just plain nutty ..." Jerry whispered. "Listen, you know we could just go to my apartment. Maybe we would be more comfortable there."
"God, I love your cock!" was Kelly's rejoinder. "No, I mean, hell, I kind of like this setting. I know it's crazy, but still, it's kind of a turn-on. Besides, it's so dark in here that there's no way anyone is going to notice."
"Well," Jerry said, sighing as Kelly continued to pull at his cock, "whatever you say, sweetheart." Then he shoved his finger as deeply as it would climb into the cleft of her young cunt.
Kelly's mouth met Jerry's and their tongues imitated what their hands were doing.
Jerry's other hand was going after the buttons on Kelly's bouse.
"This trenchcoat is getting a little hot ..." she said, "Hey, I've got an idea ..."
And then, if any other of the theater's patrons had been watching, they would have seen her head drop out of sight below the top of the seat.
She brought her mouth down to Jerry's cock, closing her lips over the swollen, blood-engorged head. She sucked at it, her tongue flicking wetly at the piss-slit.
Kelly's fingers, too, were still active, gripping lower, squeezing and pumping. Jerry's hard-on kept rising to the occasion, getting fatter and firmer.
Jerry's fingers were burrowed into a cup of Kelly's bra, cradling, rocking, weighing one of her heavy, jiggling tits. Tweaking the nipple, twiddling it, Jerry got a weird sense of deja vu. It was exactly like making love to Kim.
Jerry trapped his fingers in Kelly's curly blonde locks and forced her mouth down harder on his prick. Now she was using her teeth, too, on his foreskin, raking the length of his cock.
Working with both her mouth and her fingers, she ached for the taste, the hot splash of Jerry's jism on her tongue. She could feel him rhythmically tensing his cock, forcing the juice upward toward her lips. Her mouth was clasped just around the cockhead, while her fingers continued to jerk his cock up and down. Jerry was rubbing and squeezing her hot, sweaty tit, his fingers scrambling over it like there was some kind of Braille encoded into its surface.
His whole prickhead was sticky with jism that had dribbled out and she lapped it up, eager for the major portion that was going to follow.
His knees and ass were trembling. Suddenly his ass clenched and lifted off the seat, his stomach tightening into rock, and his cock stood out straight. Fucking like a maniac, Jerry fired his load into Kelly's waiting lips, pumping and squirting, dousing her lips and tongue with gobbets of the sticky juice. Then Jerry collapsed back in his seat as Kelly sucked out the last remaining drops of jism.
Later that night, Kelly turned the key to her apartment door and stepped inside. There was a subdued flickering light coming from the front room.
"Kim, you alone?" she called out.
"Yeah, all except for the star of Miami Vice, and I'm giving him a blowjob. Yeah, come on in, Kelly."
Kelly shrugged out of her rain-spattered jacket and hung it up in the closet. Then she went into the living room. In the half-darkness Kim was curled on the sofa, a bowl of guacamole and chips positioned strategically nearby as she watched an old film on TV. Humphrey Bogart was kissing Lauren Bacall.
"I think I dozed off for a while," Kim said, "I don't remember seeing Bogey in the Japanese monster flick I was watching." Kim yawned, stretching. "Hey, how did the date with your charming mystery man go? And why the fuck are you home before dawn? I expected that any red-blooded American mystery man in his right mind would have had you fucking all night!"
Kelly walked into the adjoining kitchen to fix a sandwich, continuing her conversation with Kim across the connected serving bar.
"Well, I did have a nice time, weather aside. You should meet Jerry sometime. He's a travel agent and his style is quite a bit different than most of those Rambo-type would-be ladykillers. Jerry's actually quite shy, I think. He seems to be well-read and can hold up his end in a conversation. Now, as far as why I'm home early," Kelly paused, taking a bite out of her sandwich, "well, we caught a lousy foreign film and then afterwards we dropped out for coffee. You know, Kim, screwing the brains out of every guy you meet on a first date isn't everybody's approach!"
Chapter Seven
"Ted, get ready to haul your ass into the back seat," Jerry said, flipping on the turn signal and sliding it into another lane. "I think I see someone I know."
In the crosswalk at the far end of the block was a tall blonde. She was dressed casually in designer jeans and peasant blouse, but the way she carried her long, lithe body bespoke elegance. As Jerry slowed his car and pulled up to the curb he noticed the telling detail: she didn't wear glasses.
"Kim!", he shouted out of the open window, gesturing. She saw him. "Need a lift!"
She smiled and walked over to the passenger side of the car.
"Kim, this is my good buddy, Ted. Where are you headed?"
She shrugged. "Just doing some shopping. I could use a lift over to Linkville Station, that is if you're headed in that direction."
Linkville was the nightclub that Kim was a barmaid at.
"Hey, no problem. Ted and I were going to go and catch the fight on the tube at his place, so we won't be able to join you, but Linkville just happens to be right on the way. Hop in!" Ted transferred himself to the back seat of the car. In a moment they were back in the moving flow of traffic.
"Listen, don't mind us, Ted," Jerry said, glancing over his shoulder toward his friend, "but I need to talk to this lovely young lady about something. I'm curious, Kim. What kind of reviews am I getting from your sister? Is the scheme working out? Did she tell you that Italian film we went to was a piece of rank shit? What she probably didn't tell you that we had one hell of a finger-bang going on right in the theater! I felt just like a fucking teenager!"
"Well," she said, "Kelly didn't mention it, but I guess I figured as much. She was pretty complimentary in her review of you-seemed to think that you weren't the average run-of-the-mill schmuck she's used to."
"Hey! Don't miss your stop!" Ted called out, "Linkville is coming up on your left."
"Oh," Jerry grunted and wheeled into the parking lot. "Well, baby, this sure as hell wasn't much of an opportunity to spend some time together. I'm supposed to give Kelly a ring over the next couple of days. Maybe you and I could find an evening free to . . . oh, explore our possibilities."
She smiled dazzingly. "Right. Nice meeting you, Ted. You guys enjoy the fights and don't get too shitfaced on beer, okay?"
She walked into the bar, aware that the two men followed every motion of her pivoting, denim-clad ass.
You know, Kelly thought, when I got this new set of contact lenses, I didn't really anticipate ihe kinds of changes it was going to create in my life. I think I'll go inside and drink off this little change with Jerry.
Later, Kelly stalked into the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, taking out some plastic bags of vegetables and slamming them on a counter.
"Motherfucking . . . cocksucking sonofa-bitch ..." she muttered under her alcohol-scented breath, taking a Chinese cleaver out of a drawer.
"Did you say something, sis? You sound like you're radically pissed off. What's the matter, you on the rag?"
Kelly pursed her lips and held herself back from detonating.
"Yes," she said, carefully keeping her voice in control, I'm quite fucking pissed off and no, I'm not on the goddamn rag. Satisfied? Any other details you want to know?"
Kim was sitting on the couch in the living room. Pausing, she put down the letter she was writing. Now Kim was feeling perturbed.
"Hey, sis, give me a break. Just because you've got a stick shoved up your ass sideways doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."
Kelly began to energetically chop up some scallions on a cutting board.
"No? I shouldn't take it out on you? Who in the hell do you suggest?"
Kim shook her tousled head.
"Look, Kelly, I don't know what the shit you happen to be talking about. Did you get fired from work or catch AIDS or what?"
All Kim could hear was the rhythmic sound of the cleaver whacking against the wooden cutting board. It really wasn't like Kelly to keep things bottled up inside of herself like this, much less be so angry at her sister. That is, unless the matter really was serious. Kim put down the pen and stationery on the coffee table and got up from the couch. When she entered the kitchen Kelly's smoldering blue eyes pinned her.
"C'mon, sis. Level. What did I do to fuck up so miserably this time?"
Kelly's stare softened, if only a little. Then she wearily shook her head.
"Goddamn it, sis, it's probably all my fucking fault. But I can't say I'm too happy with you, either. See, I know you think I've got this big problem with guys. I admit I've never met one that I really wanted to get anything permanent going with. But I don't really see that as my problem-I see it as theirs. So, please, fucking please don't ever pull another goddamn dumb trick like this one again. And when you see Jerry again, tell him to go fuck his goddamn red Camaro."
Letting the import of her sister's words sink in, Kim stood silent for a moment, then said, "Sis, I'm sorry. You're right. It really was a stupid idea on my part. I was just kind of concerned about you. I'm sorry if I handled it stupidly."
"I know the reason you pulled this stunt," Kelly said. "For Christ's sake, you're my sister. My twin fucking sister! I think I understand you pretty well after twenty-four years of putting up with your scatterbrainedness! So, what do you say? If you promise to never, ever pull another Micky Mouse trick like getting your boyfriends to pick me up, then I'm willing to forget all about it."
"I promise," Kim said contritely.
"All I can say," Kelly continued, "is that it's a good goddamn thing I never really got hung up on Jerry, or I really would be pissed at you! Hell, we had some fun, but I guess down deep I knew that all that interest he was showing in ballet and foreign films was a bunch of bullshit designed to put me in the sack. So this subject is closed as far as I'm concerned, okay? I'm making some Chinese food. Feel like stuffing your face, asshole?"
"To tell you the truth," Kim responded, "food wasn't exactly what I had on my mind. Are you absolutely sure that you have to have some Chinese food right now, or couldn't it wait for a few minutes?"
Kelly furrowed her forehead. "Well, now, you know, now that you mention it, I'm not all that hungry. Plus, I do need to make a run to the store to get some soy sauce. It could wait for a while. But let me ask you this-wait for what?"
Kim smiled knowingly and reached out her hand. She unbuttoned the top button on Kelly's blouse.
"Oh, I see," Kelly said, the corners of her mouth quirking upward in a smile.
Kim continued unbuttoning her sister's blouse, exposing a thin, creamy space between her tits where the fabric fell open. Then Kim slid her hand under the opened blouse and lifted and caressed one of Kelly's sizeable, upthrust tits. Kelly inhaled deeply, lifting up her ribcage, and stepped closer to Kim. Kim's fingers rubbed and coaxed Kelly's nipple as Kelly slid a hand around Kim's shapely ass. She pulled her close and brought her mouth to her sister's, where their lips and tongues met in a hot, panting kiss.
In a moment Kim's blouse was unbuttoned too, and the two women pressed their shapely tits to squash into each other's.
"Jesus," Kelly said, "you've already got my pussy juiced up."
"Ummmm ..." was Kim's only response.
"Listen, baby, I've got a fucking great idea. I've got a little surprise in my bedroom that I think you might enjoy."
"Shit, I'm the adventurous type. Why not?" Kim responded, and, hooking a thumb into one of the belt loops in Kelly's jeans, they walked toward the bedroom.
"Make yourself at home," Kelly said, once they had entered the bedroom, and Kim relaxed onto the canopy bed. Kelly walked over to the chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer.
She turned to Kim, clutching the surprise.
"Fuck!" Kim said, "I hope it tits up my cunt! That's a big rascal!"
Kelly held the huge double-cock monstrosity. Threaded with writhing simulated veins of plastic, it was bigger than any real prick. From the drawer Kelly also extracted a jar of cream lubricant to ease the passage of the massive plastic cock. Kelly handed the dildo to her sister.
"Willing to give it a try?" she asked. Her sister shrugged and nodded her head
"Great!" Kelly enthused. "Then let's fucking do it!"
Chapter Eight
As she lay on the bed, Kim's blouse had partially fallen open so that one gorgeous tit stood free and visible. Her nipple was an innocent pink that captured Kelly's lustful imaginings, calling her toward the bed, calling out in jolting twinges to her cunt.
"Fuck," Kelly said throatily, her eyes hooded with desire as she approached Kim, "let's get you out of those motherfucking uncomfortable jeans." She lay down beside Kim on the bed and started to pop open the buttons on the tight denims. The zipper came down, then Kim raised up the voluptuous bulk of her ass as Kelly peeled the fabric down.
Kelly caught just the faintest musky whiff as Kim's curly, fair cunt hove to view. Kim's jeans were wriggled down to her knees and provided no barrier as she spread her hot, firm thighs. Kelly loved what she saw. Kim's pussy hair was hardly dark enough to conceal the inviting slash that bisected her crotch. Kelly's fingers surrounded it and gently eased the outer petals apart, revealing the shiny salmon pink cuntlips and the little wet node of her clit. Kim caressed her sister's shoulders, anticipating her sister's gobbling mouth between her legs. Then her hands strayed lower, to her sister's big, pendulous tits hanging beneath. Her hands avoided the cloth of the shirt and her fingers enclosed the hot handfuls, weighing each globe, working the tits in her fingers.
Kelly's head dipped down to sample her sister's pussy. She ran her shapely lips into the moist, open crack, tasting the salty-wet flesh, teasing, probing, tasting.
"Mmmm . . ." Kelly moaned, muffled by Kim's pussy as it crammed wetly into her face.
Kim was writhing, pressing her cunt hard into Kelly's face. Kelly's hands had slid under the twin mounds of Kim's ass and were kneading and raking the hot, fleshy globes. Kelly's fingers found their way into the sweaty crack and lower. She coaxed at the moist puckered flesh of Kim's asshole.
"Oh, god, do it!" Kim growled, grabbing flstfuls of her sister's hair and forcing her mouth harder against her cunt. Her sister's tongue was probing, dodging, driving into the slimy hole as Kim involuntarily bucked her ass. Kelly still grasped her churning asscheeks, squirming her fingers into the delicate slippery flesh of Kim's shitter.
"Deeper, Christ, deeper!" Kim snarled, "I've got to have you shoved up deeper, with anything! I've just got to have you shoved deeper into my cunt!"
Kelly disengaged her mouth from Kim's dripping cunt and ran her fingers into the slick, petaled crack. She caressed the sopping hair and slid her finger in one fluid motion into the hot, juicy passage.
"Oooohhh ..." Kim moaned, writhing, bunching her stomach muscles as Kelly started a slow, frigging motion. "Oh, God, yes . . . drive it in!"
Kelly stroked her finger in hard, curling it, tantalizing Kim's cunt on the backward stroke. "Do you like that, sis?" she asked, not really expecting an answer.
Steadily she increased the speed of her finger plowing into Kim's cunt. Kim was panting, clutching at Kelly's wrist, forcing her fist to slam harder against her pubic bone.
There's something sisters share, especially twin sisters, that no man could ever grasp, Kelly reflected. Still driving her finger into Kim's crotch like some sleek, skinny, superhard surrogate prick, she saw every emotion and sensation registered on her sister's angelic face. Shit, I know every move, every word, every trick to turn my sister into a lustful maniac. There's not an inch of her body that I'm not very, very familiar with. In fact, there's probably not an inch that at one time or another I haven't kissed, licked, sucked, caressed, or used a dildo on. What man could ever be as close, as much in love as we are? What fucking fuckhole of a man ever could?
Kelly eased, slowed the thrusting finger, and Kim seemed to practically sigh with relief.
"You're . . . you're slowing?" she asked, turning her eyes to fixate on her sister's. "Why are you ..."
Then Kelly slipped her finger out of Kim's crotch.
"I thought. . ." Kelly said, "that you might like something a little more dramatic."
"Ummmm . . ." Kim said, closing her eyes, settling back again into the coverlet.
Kelly reached for the big plastic prick, still lying on the nightstand where she had put it. In moments a few judicious strokes from her fingers had lubricated the head and shaft with scented cream.
Shit, did she get turned on giving her sister the kind of good, solid, loving fuck that only she knew how to give! She practically had to laugh when she remembered the succession of men that had fucked Kim over the years. Silently she ticked off the list to herself, remembering each jock, dork, Rambo lookalike, wimp, and shithead that had shared Kim's bed, at least the ones that she was aware of. And Jerry, too. Jerry had probably had his cock up her sister on any number of occasions.
Motherfuck, Kelly thought, but what in the hell is a sister for if not to do the best she can for her sister? And as far as Kelly was concerned it meant giving her sister a better, more loving, more real fucking than any one of those fuckheads ever had. She wanted to give her one supreme blast with that dildo, to make her come and come and come . . .
"Try this out, baby . . ." she said huskily, and brought the head of the big double-dildo to meet Kim's cuntlips. Grasping the big plastic cock, she edged it into Kim's cunt, smoothing it over the fleshy folds inside, pressing the big, shining prick deeper, rubbing it over her sister's inflamed clit. She pushed and met resistance. Crap, but this was a big, fucking dildo. She hoped to hell she hadn't overestimated the ability of her sister's pussy to eat this size cock up and beg for more. She did so want to give her sister just a little something more, a little something special today. She pushed again and this time it seemed like the dildo edged in a little deeper. It looked like more of the glistening knob was buried in her cunt.
Kim was panting, leaning back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide to let the goddamn chunk of plastic pass. Shit, she wanted that bastard thing deep inside of her, reaming her out, filling her up, slamming into the corners of her cunt that no man's prick was big enough to slam into.
"Do it, sister!" she moaned, arching her ass upwards to let the big cock in.
Kim gasped as her sister shoved the dildo, ramming it deeper. Sweat misted her forehead and then, all at once, the bastard thing was in. Kelly was slamming the slick prick home with hard strokes, and Kim gasped with each entry. The huge cock was ramming, sluicing, driving the monstrous oversized knob deep into her cunt.
"Fuck, I'm going to come or die or . . ." Kim cried and laughed at the same time.
Kelly hovered over her, slamming the dildo deep, and then she was astraddle, sliding the other big head into her own cunt. She was bouncing and gasping as the big prick slid up her own cunt. Her tits bounced with joy as she rode the sex-toy like a mustang. Her face was enraptured as she slammed her pussy onto the big double-cock, with each bounce driving the dildo deep into both her and her sister's pussyholes.
"Fuck, yeah!" Kim screamed, her fingers scrabbling over the bouncing flesh of Kelly's tits. "Drive that cocksucker deeper! I want to come!"
Goddamn it, but her sister was driving her nutty! God, was it possible that fucking her was better . . better than fucking any man she had ever known?
"Now, you sonofafuckingbitch! Now!" Kim screamed.
Kelly was driving the prick deep with all the energy that her ass and belly could muster. Bouncing, she was trying to drive the prick out the other side of Kim's asshole, to bang the motherfucking thing in again and again.
Kim was crying, grabbing at her sister's ass, driving a finger up her asshole while she continued blasting the big, slippery pole into her. She was sliding her fingers all over Kelly's sweaty ass, roaming her fingers into the cleft of her asshole, and then she could see her sister was nearing climax, too.
"Kelly ..." Kim moaned, aching for her sister, jerking her own ass in stacatto rhythm to match her sister's. And then they both surrendered, crazy, knowing nothing else than just the wild pounding of the simulated cock into their burning cunts. Both their pussies were tight, squeezed in expectation of the blast of jism that would never come. Kelly pushed her hot, sweaty tits into Kim's while their cunts spasmed and bucked on the dildo.
It seemed like on orgasm overtook them both, ripping through their brains, shaking their bodies like they were dolls made of rags. Both women were gasping, raking their fingers over each other's bodies, eager but unable to grab or suck up all they wanted of each other.
Kelly collapsed next to her sister and, childlike, took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking it. They lay that way for long minutes.
"You know, sister," Kim said, "if you keep this kind of thing up, you're going to spoil me for anyone but you."
"I know," Kelly said, smiling.
Chapter Nine
"Okay, so we fucked up royally," Jerry said. "I told you it was a dingbat plan from the start. I mean, imagine me as a Stravinsky-freak! Shit, you're lucky you two are still friends."
Jerry down-shifted and the car pulsed forward. He turned and glanced at Kim, sitting beside him.
"Tomorrow, first thing, I'm going to call up Kelly and apologize. You know, after meeting her I wasn't just going along on the ride for you.
I mean, I really like the chick. I just hope I haven't blown it so bad that she'll never speak to me again."
"You mean you hope that we didn't blow-it," Kim said, "and I'm afraid we did. But what have you got to lose? Give her a ring and-hey! Where did you say we were headed?"
Jerry had taken an unexpected turn on the winding canyon road, turning upwards into a sparsely populated but expensive area of homes. "Yeah, I know what you were going to say," Jerry said, smiling at Kim. "Million dollar homes! Actually, the place we're going to for the party is, according to Gil, only worth half a million. The trick is that Gil rents, not to mention that he shares it with two other guys." Gil, thought Kim. She could place the face now. And the face that placed was a very good face, she thought, smiling to herself. It was the guy that Jerry had introduced to her about a month before, when both of them had dropped by for some hearty-partying at Linkville Station one Friday. Fuck, but was that guy foxy! The moment she saw him she had wondered how she would be able to stand Jerry up when she got off work and, at the same time, snag Gil and take him home for a bout between her own covers.
Unfortunately, that night it hadn't quite worked out that way because it seemed like every other bitch in the place had the same idea. Gil had ended up going home with some sawdust-brained, bleached-blonde silicone-boobed wonder that came onto him on the dance floor. Maybe tonight she would have another crack at getting Gil into her crack.
"You remember Gil, don't you, Kim?" Jerry asked, glancing over. "That big blond guy that I dropped into Linkville with a while back?"
Jerry's eyes seemed to implore, hoping that Kim wouldn't remember.
Kim brought her index finger up to her lips, looking like she was in deep thought. "Gil. Hmmmmm . . . maybe I do remember him, but only vaguely ..."
Jerry looked relieved. "Gil's an old, old buddy. Shit, I remember us bullshitting about the girls we had scored on back before we had ever even scored. I've know the guy since high school days."
Kim was casually examining a fingernail.
"Uh, what was it you said Gil did for a living?" she asked.
Jerry shifted the car again with a vengeance.
"I don't think I did say." He paused a long moment before he continued. "Gil is a writer. A science fiction writer. Why, you'll find him tapping away on his typewriter most days, hacking out that shit about the size of Buck Roger's geranium."
Jerry jerked the wheel into a tight turn and went up a long, rambling driveway, shielded from view from the road by towering trees. At the end of the driveway was a huge home that hugged the hillside. Beneath it a scattering of cars were clustered around the walkway that led to the house.
Jerry and Kim got out of the car and followed the walkway, heading toward diffused lights of blue and gold in the distance.
Jerry reached out and tried to take Kim's hand, but she slid her fingers away. Jerry scowled at her.
Kim shook her head. "Jerry, my passion, you know that we're not married!"
"Well, no," Jerry said, stumbling over his words, "but I ... I just feel like ..." The subject faded into the evening air.
When they reached the imposing doorway, it was Jerry who wielded the big, brass knocker, "Yes?" came the voice over the intercom positioned by the door.
"It's Jerry. Jerry Farthing, and I brought a guest."
"Second, Jerry," came the reply.
Momentarily, the big, ornate door swung wide. Gil was framed in the doorway.
Naked. Gorgeously, wonderfully naked, thought Kim, taking in every inch of his masculine physique and wishing she was taking it in with more than her eyes. Gil was still as ruggedly handsome as she had remembered him from the club, but now there was so much more to appreciate. Primarily, once she got past those sexy, smiling blue eyes, in the area of his curly blond crotch. The man was hung like a fucking stallion. Not erect, his heavy-caliber cock hung at ready, only partially obscuring the big, hairy sac that dangled beneath. In the scant seconds before Gil spoke, his cock had already established, via a rocketing jolt of animal electricity, a working relationship with Kim's hot cunt.
"Hey, Jerry! Glad you could make it to the party!" Gil enthused, but while directing his words to Jerry, his eyes never left Kim. "I see you brought your friend from the nightclub with you, too! Your name's Kim, isn't it?" Kim nodded an affirmative. "Damn, but I was hoping we would get a chance to-well, at least talk-the last time I saw you, but you were too busy attending to the needs of everyone else in Linkville to give me a moment. Maybe tonight, since I am the host of this shindig, we can get that chance ..." Gil looked at Jerry with an expression of pretended guilt. "A chance to talk, Jer, just a chance to talk ..."
Jerry put on a semi-disgusted smile. "Right, Gil... "
"You've certainly got a nice place here," Kim said, giving her mouth and vocal cords something to do, because her eyes certainly didn't lack for preoccupation.
"Thanks," Gil said, smiling. "Course, I do share the place with a couple of friends, Marty and Antoine, I think they're probably at poolside, but you will run into them sooner or later tonight. Oh, by the way, don't get the wrong idea with Antoine because of his swishy name. He's an exchange student, and he's the biggest fucking stud around."
Kim laughed, nodding her head. "I'll be sure to remember that."
"But listen, Gil," Jerry interjected, "nobody has brought up the obvious: aren't you a little underdressed to be answering the door?"
Gil looked thoughtful for a moment. "Let me put it this way, Jerry, old buddy. You and your beautiful companion are way, way overdressed. Let me show you where to park your clothes."
Gil led the way through an enclosed courtyard, past a statue of a Chinese sage, and into a hall that led into the house proper. As Gil walked in front of them Kim scrutinized every fluid motion of his hairy, athletically muscular ass.
"There's a bedroom to your left that the ladies have been using for a changing room. You can hang your things up in the closet. There are also some swim suits in there, but please, please . . . they are definitely not required. This is a come as you were party."
"Come as you were?" Kim asked.
"Yes. Come as you were at birth, Just like I'm dressed."
A few minutes later, Kim emerged from the bedroom in the required lack of costume. Jerry and Gil were waiting outside, and she could see both of their eyes widen as she stepped toward them.
Christ, why shouldn't they stare? she thought. I'm beautiful, I know it, so fuck it!
She paced toward them, her bare feet sinking into the elegant pile of the carpet, her posture reflecting total self-assurance. A slight, appreciative smile grazed Gil's lips. Gil's eyes roamed, lavished her body, from the model-perfect face, down to those full, defiant blush-tipped tits. The sparse thatching of baby-fine blonde hair on her crotch did almost nothing to hide her cunt. In fact, Gil could plainly see the sweet cleft of her cuntslash as it peeked through her cunthair.
"Gil, you asshole ..." Jerry said. "I guess there's no way of denying that you approve of what you see."
Gil's cock was well on its way to erection, standing away from his balls in a half-arch. Kim smiled when she saw that the oversized prick seemed to be eager to be introduced.
Gil shrugged, in seeming slight embarrassment. "What can I say? Hell, at least it's a sincere form of compliment! Anyway, let me show you around so you can meet a few other of the willing and eager."
Jerry and Kim followed him down the short hall, up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs a handful of nudes were milling, chatting, sipping drinks. Strains of reggae music were playing in the background.
The group consisted of two men and three women. From their expressions and laughter they seemed to be enjoying themselves. As they approached, several greeted Jerry, but Kim didn't miss the fact that most eyes seemed to be drawn to her, or to be more precise, to certain portions of her. One guy couldn't seem to take his eyes off her tits, another guy seemed to be hypnotized by her cunt and one chick was ogling the tits while the other two were just standing there with smiles that said more than welcome. This promised to be an interesting party.
"Kim, m'love," Gil began, "a quick round of introductions to get you started." He gestured. "This is Cathy. She's a graphic artist by trade, and as you can see, a lot fucking more!"
Cathy was indeed a knock-out. About six inches shorter than Kim, she was a ravishing little compact model. Almost no tits to speak of, she did have a pair of the biggest, darkest, most suckable nipples that one could imagine.
"And this is Carla. Carla works in the same travel office as Jerry."
Carla was a medium-sized brunette with a certain exotic, Gypsy look to her features. She also had one hell of a body, with big, full tits capped with silver-dollar-sized nipples.
"Now Jayne, here," Gil said, "has an interesting occupation. She writes fuckbooks for a living. You know, erotica. And she brags that it's all from first-hand experience, right Jayne?"
The woman, who looked as if she might do some body-building on the side, grinned and nodded at Gil.
"Before you go any further, Gil, I have to ask you a question that springs from desperation," Jerry said.
"Where's the fucking booze?" Gil responded. "Is that the question?" Jerry nodded fervently. "Look, gang," Gil said. "Obviously Jerry is experiencing a dire crisis here. You guys go ahead and make your best shot at coming on to Kim, in other words introduce yourself, and Jerry and I will be right back."
"First time at one of Gil's bare-all bashes?" asked the shorter of the two men. "I'd be willing to bet."
"Why do you say that?" Kim asked. "Oh, by the way, I'm Bruce. Well, you just had a sort of awe-struck, kid-in-a-candy-store expression as you were climbing the stairs. I just got the impression that maybe you'd never been to a party where you leave your clothes at the door. Am I right?"
Kim nodded, grinning somewhat sheepishly. Quickly, Kim's eyes darted over Bruce's naked body, assessing him. Unfortunately, this prospect registered a flat thud. Bruce was short and paunchy. The real disqualifier was the stubby little worm that sprouted from the hair between his legs. Oh, well, at least there's one for the other chicks, Kim thought, chuckling to herself.
"Glad you could make it, Kim," the other man said, in slightly accented pronounciation. "Jerry has mentioned you on many occasions. And everything he has said has been highly complimentary. I'm inclined to think that he has fallen-what is the expression?-head-over-heels for you."
Kim nodded knowingly. "I'm beginning to think that myself. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Antoine . . . you see, you've been described to me, too. Your reputation with the ladies precedes you."
Antoine smiled. "What are friends for other than to spread rumors?"
Now, compared to Bruce, Antoine was a fox of a different hue. While not the classical he-man type, he did have an unmistakable appeal. Handsome? Perhaps, but actually he had a quality about him that more realistically was akin to beauty. No, he was no Clint Eastwood, but the romanticism of his big, Latin eyes, his fine nose, his slight but muscular build, and last but not least his slim but long prick was just the thing to turn a woman's head, and to open her legs in the bargain.
Suddenly a hand clasped Kim in the ass and she jumped in surprise.
It was Jerry, smiling with a shit-eating grin.
"Goddamn you, Jerry," Kim said, but with no real force behind her words, "would you keep your fucking cold hands off my ass?"
"Ooops!" Jerry said. "Sorry, love. I forgot that my hand would be cold from carrying these beers. Here ..." He handed Kim a can of brew and she took it, reluctantly.
"Where's Gil?" she said, taking a sip from the beer.
"Oh, Gil got waylaid by a gaggle of beauties in the living room. I think the idea was they were hauling him off to the pool, or something. But let me ask you one thing. How come you seem to be so fucking interested in Gil?"
Kim shrugged and turned her attention back to the group. "Oh, Jayne," she said, "Gil mentioned that you were an author. Is that right?"
Jayne gazed at Kim with startlingly green eyes. She took a sip from the drink she was holding, savored it for a moment.
"Sure, Kim," she said, easing her arm into Kim's and turning her away from the group. "What exactly did you want to know?"
As the two women strolled off together, Jerry looked on, debating with himself about whether he was too liberated to be really pissed off.
There were several couples in the living room, milling around, chatting, drinking. On a loveseat two women and a man were, it occurred to Kim, perhaps predicting the party's future. They were kissing and fondling each other. The way the guy's cock was standing up, though, it looked like he had more than heavy petting in mind.
One wall of the house was a glass wall through which the blue, moving shimmer of a swimming pool could be seen. Shadowed silhouettes of bathers moved about outside, but it was too dark for Kim to make out much else.
"Did I do well?" Jane asked.
"If you mean what I think you mean, that is, disentangling me from Jerry, you did fabulous!" Kim said. "Thanks. Let me know if I can repay the favor some time."
"Sure will," Jane smiled. "Hey, girl, I see an unfamiliar stud packing a heavy-duty cock across the room. You have fun, hear?" Thus saying, Jane left Kim to fend for herself. Kim wandered relaxedly about the party, observing, sometimes exchanging a few words with one of the partygoers. After a while it seemed to her that perhaps the beer was beginning to mellow her mood. She stood by the glass window, observing the interplay of light from the pool, watching the swimmers diving and cavorting.
"Kim?" came the whisper next to her ear.
She turned slowly-she thought she had recoznized the voice-and it was Gil.
She smiled, and in that smile she packed, without even trying, every volt of sex she had in her. At that moment Gil knew that he had to have her. In a second he was certain to the fibers of his being that he had to get that bitch on her back, throw her down if he had to, plunge his big, aching prick deep into her cunt, and implant a message in her guts that she was never going to forget. But how in the fuck was he going to tell her that, in fifteen words or less?
He didn't have to tell her.
"I see your prick has cooled off a little bit since I saw you last," Kim said.
"It didn't have quite the same inspiration, that is until now."
Shit, girl, you're a brazen little fuck, Kim thought to herself, and then she reached out and grasped Gil's prick at the thick root.
"Is this the kind of inspiration you had in mind, sweetheart?" Kim asked huskily.
Gil's cock grew in her hand, becoming harder. Gil pressed closer to Kim, his fingers finding their way to one of her tits. He cupped and caressed it, and the nipple spiked out beneath his fingertips.
"You know," Gil said, "I've wanted to get a piece of you ever since that night at the club."
"With Jerry," Kim said. "Christ, I didn't even know that you noticed me. I was practically creaming my drawers all that night to go down on you, and then it turned out that you had split with some other chick. I was pissed!"
"Hell, I didn't know that you had noticed me. If I had known, I would have figured some way to ... to get you away from Jerry."
Kim's hands were roaming over Gil's prick, caressing the length of it, cupping and fondling his hot, taut balls, while he kissed her, their tongues grappling.
And then, suddenly, another pair of hands were fondling Kim's tits. Slim, delicate hands, hands that understood every nuance of Kim's flesh. They were female hands. It was Cathy, the woman that Kim had met when she had first entered.
Gil went down on his knees, his fingers delicately spreading the lips of Kim's cunt, already juicy and burning with a fever to be fucked. It was his tongue that was going to enter that hole first. Cathy was kissing Kim, roving her hands over Kim's tits, when Gil brought his mouth to Kim's cunt and drove his tongue deep and hard into it.
"Ohhh, fuck!" Kim groaned, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh, Jesus, fuck me!" She squeezed Cathy close, fondling her taut, jutting ass while Gil slurped and raked his tongue in her pussy.
Kim looked down and saw that, as Gil was eating out her pussy, he was servicing Cathy as well. She was standing, bucking her hips as his index finger dove in and out of her asshole. And then other hands were pulling Kim down, down to the plush carpet. It was another female, this time a woman she didn't recognize, and frankly Kim was in no mood to insist upon a formal introduction.
But Kim did get the introduction she had wanted all along, and that was Gil's big, slick prick burrowing up the dripping channel of her cunt.
"Oh, fucking drive it in!" Kim moaned.
Gil was atop her, driving his engorged prick full-length and fast, burying it in her, blasting it into her.
Kim grasped Cathy by the hips and forced her mouth to Cathy's moist, blonde-furred pussy. She sucked and chewed at the inflamed cuntlips, sucking up the dripping salty-sweetness, licking and gnawing at the livid slash.
The other woman was sucking at one of Kim's tits, but she hardly noticed it as Gil mauled her with his cock. Slamming his pubic bone into her, panting, she could feel his perspiration splattering her, his hands crawling across her body.
Kim was out of her mind with the battering of Gil's big hot cock. She didn't think that she could take very much more. Each thrust banged his crotch into her pussy, sending Shockwaves through her clit on a direct line to her mad brain.
Cathy was screaming with pleasure as Kim ate her out, driving her tongue deep, rasping her cat's tongue across the quivering flip-switch of her clit. She was bucking her cunt, her dripping, salty cunt, into Kim's face, while Kim held onto her ass for dear life.
Oh, yeah, Gil. Fuck me! raged through Kim's brain. Oh, yeah! Harder! Harder you motherfucker! Harder, you . . .
And then she was screaming and bucking as Gil blasted his jism deep into her belly. All she could do was moan and clench that muscular little pussy, trying to suck up every white-hot drop that spat forth from his stony prick.
Chapter Ten
Privacy was the request that Kim made, and Gil was more than in the mood to satisfy it.
Without saying a thing to the other members of the party, Gil led her to a closet in the guest bedroom. They donned light robes originally meant for around-the-pool wear, then covertly slipped out the back door. Both Gil and Kim were in somewhat of a reverie, holding hands, satisfied to just walk in each other's warm glow. Somehow they knew that that glow would again kindle into something hotter before the evening was through.
Gil was aware that Kim had something special going for her. In his time-which was a relatively short twenty-eight years-he had fucked quite a few babes. In fact, thinking over the twenty-or-so girls that were at the party, Gil realized that he had, at one time or another, fucked at least half of them. And, maybe he was kidding himself, flushed over his new conquest, but it seemed like Kim had something of which none of the others could boast. And hell, he didn't even really know her that well. Ail it took, though, were a few steamy words and one righteous fuck for Gil to realize that Kim was unique. In what way? Well, lacking any deeper knowledge of her there was one facet he was positive of-she was as sexy, as much of a hot lAOtherfucking turn-on, as he had ever had the cock-stiffening pleasure to meet!
"Here's the garden," he said as they rounded a corner on the cobbled path. Although the glimmering lights of the party didn't completely illuminate the side garden area, there was enough light to make out the manicured stretch of lawn, a flagstone patio, and a few garden chairs gathered into a conversational group.
"Private enough for you?"
The sounds of cavorting swimmers around the pool were muffled, and no one was occupying the garden chairs. For Kim this place did fit the bill.
"Yes, this is nice. Do you mind? I just felt like spending a few minutes alone with you. I mean, it was a bit of a surprise to suddenly be in the middle of a group fuck almost before I realized I was fucking at all."
Gil laughed, then he gestured for Kim to join him in sitting down.
"Yeah, I was kind of surprised at the number of hands crawling over me and the number of holes that suddenly became available, too. You weren't offended, I hope?"
Kim shook her head. Gil could see her pixielike smile in the dim illumination from the window.
"No," she chuckled, "not at all! I'm not the type that's easily shocked, or did you think I was, letting you throw me a fuck practically in the middle of the living room?"
There was a cool breeze taking the edge off the early summer's sultriness. The rustling of the leaves in the surrounding clumps of trees was delicate, whispering, sensuous.
"I'm not really sure what kind of attitude Jerry's going to cop when he finds out that he wasn't invited to that free-for-all." Gil scratched his head as if he was mulling it over, then shrugged. "Shit, I've known Jerry forever. I hope he doesn't get the idea that I was trying to turn the head of his girlfriend, or anything." Kim sighed. "Oh well, I imagine that's exactly the attitude he's going to cop. I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but Jerry is just a tad on the possessive side."
"Yeah," Gil chuckled, nodding, "yeah. Believe me, I've noticed. Let me clue you into something, the macho bit that Jerry is always portraying is sometimes not what he's really feeling inside."
"Well, I can tell you one thing," Kim said, "Jerry is one hell of a good fuck. That's one area that he doesn't have to be concerned about." Gil stared into the shifting shadings of the garden foliage.
"Well, you know it, and I know it since I've been at a few fairly jumping parties where Jerry had a chance to show it. But the thing is, Jerry is the only fucking one who doesn't seem to realize it. See, I've known him since grade school and he's always been pretty . . . well, shy."
"And that's why the possessiveness," Kim said.
"Exactly."
"It's funny, but talking about those aspects of Jerry remind me of someone I know."
"Yes?" Gil cocked an eyebrow but it was invisible in the shadows of the garden.
"Uh-huh. My sister. My twin sister, or hasn't Jerry ever mentioned her to you?"
Gil shook his head, indicating the negative.
"All I can say is, well, it's a hell of a complicated story, but it's a fucking shame that she and Jerry didn't get a chance to find out more about each other before the whole scene went blooey."
Now Gil was really confused. "Scene? Blooey?"
"Look, love," Kim said, almost purring. "Blooey is blooey. But this . . . baby, this is fucking now."
For the second time that evening she made him an offer he couldn't refuse by reaching out and taking hold of his cock. Although at first touch it didn't hold much promise, Kim knew that she could work wonders into turning the handsome man's warm, limp prick into something worth . . . well, something worth fucking.
At the mere touch of her fingers Gil felt the gut excitement activating again. Man, it was something that he couldn't have turned off even if he had wanted to. Within the grasp of her warm, delicate fingers, Gil's prick was pulsating, pumping and growing.
Gil let out a sigh of pure pleasure and eased back onto the wooden slats of the garden chair.
"Jesus, Gil," Kim said, leaning closer to him and continuing the gentle ministrations to his cock. "I'm really, really getting back into the mood,"
Her robe had fallen open as she sat next to him and a single, rosy-capped tit projected forth, arresting his eyes. That was just about all it took to charm the blunt-headed cobra of his prick, because now it was full-sprung from within the folds of his robe. The big prick sprang out of the clump of blond hair, its glistening reddish snout inquisitively poking forth from the foreskin. Her fingers were tattooing messages of pleasure across the smooth white surface of his cock, sliding down through his pubic jungle, caressing and twiddling his taut balls.
"Good god, what you fucking do to me!" Kim moaned. "Look, baby, if you're giving any second thoughts to where I'm coming from, here's all I want to say: fuck Jerry! I like the guy, don't get me wrong, but as far as I'm concerned it's you, baby, it's you all the fucking way!"
Kim raised off the garden chair and, taking both of Gil's hands, beckoned him down onto the soft grass.
"There's two fucking things I'm dying for, Gil," she said. "I want you to eat out my pussy, and I want your goddamned big prick shoved up my asshole!"
So that was what was on the menu, Gil thought to himself. Looks like a motherfucking gourmet dish!
Gil moved forward on his knees, his cock dangling hugely between his legs. He pulled Kim's robe away from her lower body, and as she lowered her back to the lawn he lowered his mouth to the humid pussy between her legs. His tongue described a wet trail from her asshole, moving up. Kim ran her fingers into Gil's curly blond hair and forced his face down harder onto her cunt. She whimpered as she felt his rigid tongue dodging into her slit, pushing his mouth hard into the folds of her cuntlips, tormenting the tip of her clit with his tongue.
Kim was writhing, running her fingers into the thick mat of hair on Gil's chest, her asshole clenching in a mute bid for attention. With a single, smooth motion Kim was kneeling on her hands and knees in front of Gil, her robe falling around her.
Simply put, she was just aching to be fucked. To be ravaged. To be savaged. Intimacy, in Kim's overheated mind, was not the idea at all-she wasn't going to settle for anything short of rape! She wanted every goddamn aching hole in her body to be banged, thrust into, ripped, licked, fucked. All she really wanted was . . .
Next to her, bending down, she could feel Gil's face squashed between her hot, pliant asscheeks. Then his tongue slid into her puckered sunburst of an asshole, probing, pressing. She winced. It felt like the mother-fucking thing was red hot! She could feel Gil's strong fingers as they spread wide the full, sweaty globes of her ass, opening wide the humid crack, pushing back her robe until it clung in sweaty folds at her waist.
"Oh, god, baby!" she cried. "Shove your cock up my ass! Please, I'm fucking aching for it! I want your prick stuck way up inside me, tickling my guts!"
"Mmmmm ..." Gil mumbled in agreement, nuzzling his face into her sweaty ass and licking and sucking at the pink pucker of her asshole.
Her whole ass was clenching involuntarily now and her legs were trembling under the onslaught of his burning tongue.
Gil's hand grappled at Kim's tits, big and hanging pendulous because of the hunched-over position she was in. He grabbed big handfuls of pliant, bouncing tit, continuing to work her wet asshole with his tongue as Kim moaned and begged. Gil's fingers twirled and pulled at her oversized nipples. He squashed her tits with his hands, jiggling her tits with all of the urgency he had in him.
By this time Gil's prick had gone from the sore, reddened thing it had been when they had entered the garden to a long, stiff pole, quivering for action and entrance into an exclusive, private place.
Gil shifted his legs and eased Kim back to a sitting position, one hand full of bouncing tit, the other hand aiming a big fistful of hard cock at her asshole. Gil spat onto his hand and rubbed it over his prick. Well-lubed, Gil eased the bloated purple cockhead toward her asshole. There was no need to worry about whether her asshole would be slick enough to receive his cock. Sticking his tongue into it had seen to that. Gil eased back his foreskin and smoothly pushed his cock into her shitter. Bullseye!
Kim arched back, moaning as she felt the whole, hard prick slide smoothly and deeply into her ass.
"Aaaahhhh ..." she moaned, arching her body, sliding her ass up and down the length of Gil's prick.
"Shit, baby, I love that fuckin' tightness!" Gil moaned.
His hands roamed over Kim's slim body as she bounded up and down. He grabbed big, full handfuls of tit, lavishing his fingers deeply, running his fingers across her taut stomach and ribcage, running his fingers down to her sopping blonde pussy.
"Oh, yeah, oh motherfuck!" she groaned, rammed onto his prick, her ass rotating and plunging onto Gil's upthrust prick.
The tight channel of her shitter gripped tight, coaxing Gil's cock to give up its load and to fire deep within her. His hands were all over her tits, the sensation of those big, upthrust mounds yet another encouragement for him to blow his jism.
Goddamnit it! Kim cursed to herself. Gil's gonna do it! He's going to make me come with his prick screwed up my asshole! Oh, fuck!
"Faster!" she screamed, waggling her ass, trying to draw forth every bit of sensation as Gil repeatedly rammed her.
She knew that an orgasm was approaching, but it was radiating, the raw overwhelming feeling of it, from where his prick was spearing into her guts, directly from her asshole. She could feel it in her cunt, too, catching her whole body up in a wave of raw sex. Gil's cock was at its hardest and Kim knew, too, that it couldn't be much longer before Gil was at the edge and letting his jism fire.
"Gil . . . I'm almost fucking there . . . " she whimpered, and then her whole body was shaking.
Gil was gasping as Kim waggled her shapely ass, sheathing and re-sheathinghis prick into her asshole. He could feel that it would only be a matter of moments for him, too. His fingers were wild, flailing at her tits, slapping at them as she gurgled in a final ecstasy. And then Gil's cock seemed as if it rose and became motionless at the apex of its stroke, firing, blasting his jism deep into Kim's clenching asshole, scalding the interior of the channel, as wave upon spasming wave wrenched her body.
Clenching her teeth, Kim arched her back and screamed.
Chapter Eleven
Kelly laid aside the file folder filled with shorthand notes that she had been working on and, after puffing up her pillow, she lounged back.
Goodness shit, she thought, I don't know whatever convinced me to get into this secretarial racket! Seems like most nights I have to bring home a big stack of shit to work on, and do I get a fucking extra cent for it? Fuck, no! And it's not exactly a life loaded with glamour and excitement, either, sitting on your ass all day typing or taking dictation from some ego-inflated married cocksucker whose every third sentence is a come-on to try and get you in the sack!
Maybe I'm just in the mood for a change, she mused. Six years in the hire of the oh-so-respectable Giacomini, Jones and Zarkov is, I would say, about five boring years too long. Maybe I could take an extended vacation. Hey! I am due for a sabbatical, as they say.
I tend to take a lot of what Kim says with a grain of salt, but maybe she has a point. Maybe I have backed myself into a corner with my career-and with men, too. At least that's the way it feels tonight. Freewheeling fucking? I don't know if that is ever going to be my style, but sometimes I think a real live, real hard prick shoved up my cunt would be a lot more satisfying than a whole drawerful of the plastic cocks that are usually shoved up there!
Kelly's reverie suddenly shattered as the phone on the nightstand buzzed. I wonder who that could be? she thought. Kim? Kelly reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she said.
There was a longer-than-usual pause on the other end of the phone line. Kelly thought she could hear the sound of, perhaps, a noisy party going on in the background, complete with the insistent beat of reggae music.
"Hello, Kelly?"
There was no delay in recognizing that voice. It was that fucking Jerry! Immediately Kelly shifted an icy wall into place between her and him.
"Yes." There was a flatness to her voice. Don't betray emotion. But then, she told herself, there was not a drop of emotion to betray. "Sorry, Jerry, but Kim's not home. Goodnight."
"Wait."
She hesitated.
"Wait, Kelly. I know that Kim's not home. She's here with me. Or rather, she's at the same party that I'm at. She's very much not with me. But it's you I want to talk to."
What a charmer! thought Kelly. That fuck-head can certainly lay on the soft soap when he wants to! Keep your cool, girl.
"Goodbye, Jerry."
"No. I just want-I just want to tell you how goddamn sorry I am! I can understand if you don't want to see me again, or if you don't want to ever speak to me again, but I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry."
Kelly paused.
Jerry went on talking, "It's true that me going on about art and all that stuff was bullshit. You know me, Kelly. My brain is mostly located in my crotch and under the hood of my car. But, and this is no hoax, I wasn't pretending to enjoy being with you, to be attracted to you. You really are one hell of a woman, and if you can ignore what a raving asshole I've been, I'd like a chance to make it up to you. I'd like to see you again. We could start from square one this time, with no lies."
Christ, Kelly thought, I'm twice a sucker! She sighed, feeling like she was being pulled in two directions at once. Oh, fuck, Jerry! Goddamn it! Goddamn it, okay!
"Shit, Jerry. I guess so. I'm willing to give it a try to see if I like the real you. I may end up regretting it, but ..."
Jerry let out an audible expulsion of air. "Thanks, Kelly. I mean it."
"I can hear the music blasting in the background. That must be quite a party you and Kim are at."
"Shit, I didn't know the music was so loud that you could hear it over the phone. Kim and I drove here together, but I haven't seen her since she got an eyeful of my buddy Gil." "Sounds serious," Kelly said.
"Serious as a heart attack. She's hot for this guy like she was hot for me all of three weeks ago."
Kelly chuckled. "Kim has never taken any awards for the length of her sexual attention span. But then, now that I think about it, neither have I."
"Listen," Jerry said, "before I ring off I want you to know that I meant what I said. I really would like to get acquainted with what's in that pretty head of yours. You know, I did fall for your sister and since you're both twins, doesn't that prove a little something?"
"Yeah!" Kelly laughed. "It proves you're a goddamn idiot who will never learn!"
Jerry chuckled. "I guess you're right. Hey, I just had a crazy idea. What are you doing tonight? The evening isn't too old and I think I'd be having a hell of a lot more fun with you than I am at this party."
"Hate to tell you this, but I've had a fucking long day. Just finished doing a bunch of work
I brought home from the office, too. Maybe tomorrow? Right now I'm camped out on my bed in a bathrobe, and feeling ever so relaxed. I'll probably crack a book, then sack out."
"Hmmm ..." Jerry said. "In a bathrobe, you say. Sounds pretty delectable. I can practically see you stretched out on the bed, the lights dimmed down. Damn, but that does sound inviting! Me, I'm here in a dark bedroom, all alone, huddled over this phone."
As if to try and bring Jerry's imagination into reality, Kelly leaned back on the pillow, stretching luxuriously.
"Yeah, that's pretty much the picture. And, if I may ask, what are you wearing?"
Jerry hesitated. "Well, I hope it doesn't spoil my virginal, boyish image, but this is a nude party, and I meet the dress code." . "Wow . , . " Kelly whispered. "And that delightful uncircumsized piece of prick you carry between your legs is ... "
"Well," Jerry said, looking down, "it's warming to the occasion. Since we've been talking it's gone from drowsy to being attentive to your every word,"
"That does sound inviting," Kelly said. She opened her robe a little and ran her fingers to the shimmering thatch of blonde hair between her legs. "Talking that way has made my pussy feel like it really needs some attention."
She caressed the warm folds of sensitive flesh that lined the slash of her cunt.
"Kind of reminds me," Jerry said, "of being at that film with you. Shit, but was I turned on! Christ, I could have climbed on you and fucked you right there in the theater. I wouldn't have given a damn if anyone had been watching! Goddamn! I'm getting a motherfucking erection to beat the band just sitting here, talking to you over the phone!"
Jerry grasped his enlarging cock firmly between his fingers and eased the puckered foreskin down, bringing to light the bloated knob of his prick. There was a glistening at the tip where it had already started to dribble pre-cum.
"Christ! My cock is hard and hot!"
"And my cunt," Kelly said, sliding her finger into the hot, slimy hole, "is aching to have you ram your big prick all the way into it and blast a load of cum deep inside me."
"Sounds good to me!" Jerry chuckled.
"Oh, Christ!" she said. "Talk fucking filthy to me! I want to come!"
She was frigging two fingers into her cunt. With each slide in and out they made a little slurping noise.
"You playing with yourself?" Jerry asked.
"Mmmmm . . . "she answered.
"Goddamn," he said, "woman, I'd like to walk into your room, just the way I am now. Completely naked . . . " As he talked he slowly frigged his engorged prick. "You see, my cock is standing out now about nine inches in front of me. I can just see you lying on your bed, your robe open, and all the while you're playing with yourself. Right?"
"Uh-huh."
Kelly's nipples were getting harder as Jerry spoke, rubbing against the soft fabric of her robe.
"Well, I walk on over to the bed and climb onto it."
"Yes ..."
"You're so much of a fucking turn-on, looking at your body, that I just can't go for much foreplay. I roll right over to you and open your robe up ..."
Kelly was frigging her fingers into her pussy, deeper and faster now, her ass clenching as she tried to draw forth every delicious sensation.
Jerry was still cooly wagging on his cock.
"Your tits are exquisite. God, how I love those big, pink-nippled tits. They're practically enough to make me shoot my wad right now. I run my fingers over those tits, squeezing them, making the nipples hard, then I bring my mouth down and I kiss and suck them. Shit, how I love to suck your nipples, baby!"
Kelly's free hand opened her robe and began to caress and rub her tits, but in the motion pictures that were reeling off in her mind, it was Jerry doing the rubbing.
"And then, baby, I get this bright mother-fucking idea. Roll over, I ask you, and that's exactly what you do. I pull your robe away from your ass and I rub my hands over it. Your ass is hot, sweaty, especially in the crack and down below."
Kelly's fingers moved to her ass and she started to touch herself there, running her fingers into the humid cleft.
"The next thing I do is spread apart your asscheeks and, fuck, I feel like I could drive my prick in your asshole right now!"
Jerry's cock was as hard as a piece of carved marble. He kept frigging it, but he knew there was very, very little time left until he exploded in orgasm.
"Yeah, I could shove my stiff cock up your ass channel ..."
Kelly was on her side, fingers in her cunt, fingers in her ass.
"Oh, yeah, Jerry! Goddamn it, oh shit, yes!" she hissed.
"But instead of driving my cock into your ass, I just hold back a little bit. No sense in rushing into anything, so I lower my face down to your ass. I bury my face in your beautiful ass. I spread those shapely pink asscheeks so that I can see that pretty little puckered asshole of yours, surrounded by little blonde hairs. And, baby, I want a taste of that little asshole of yours, so I stick my tongue in. Can you feel it?"
Kelly's finger was plugged and twiddling in her asshole. She felt like at any moment she was going to come, she felt as if she were suspended and teetering on the edge of the best orgasm she had ever had.
"Mmmmm . . . baby . . . I love the taste of that sweet asshole of yours. I stick my tongue in, licking, reaming you out. I run my tongue up and down, slurping in that beautiful crack of your ass!"
Kelly's hands were molding her asscheeks.
She had an inspiration and rolled over, opening the bottom drawer of her chest. She quickly reached in and extracted a dildo from the group. Yes, she thought, looking at the big plastic prick. Oh, yes!
"But, baby, now I want your mouth. You roll into my arms and I taste your open, panting mouth. Goddamn, girl, but you're so fuckin' sexy! I lick your tongue, I lick your lips, I use my tongue in your mouth like I'm shoving in a cock. My hand goes down to your cunt, too, opening those wet little pussylips up. Oh, Christ, but you're wet down there. Come here, baby," Jerry moaned, frigging his cock wildly, "I want to stick my fuckin' cock in you!"
And Kelly slid the big dildo deep into her cunt, groaning as it plunged into her.
"Oh, fuck!" Jerry said, panting, jerking on" his cock. "I want to fuck you, baby ..."
Kelly was driving the rubber prick deep, her stomach corded with squeezed tension, her big tits standing out, nipples quivering like spikes.
"I want to ... " and then Jerry gurgled and moaned as he blasted out his jism.
Kelly was just on the edge, panting, driving the dildo into her cunt, and then she was shivering, crying, sobbing as the orgasm slammed full force into her, slicing into her guts and brain.
Then she was crying. She didn't say a thing.
She just leaned over and hung up the phone.
Chapter Twelve
It had been about two weeks since Kelly and Jerry had made up. During that time they spent a great deal of time together. Even though they were very different in their interests, they found they did really enjoy being together-especially in bed.
For her part, Kim felt a tremendous amount of relief. Maybe her fears had been unfounded about the unhealthiness of Kelly's attitude. For once it seemed her sister had something good going with a member of the opposite sex, and was getting enough hard cock to keep her in bliss and, incidentally, only rarely in Kim's bed.
Strangely enough, Kim had no reason to complain, either. She and her new lover Gil had spent almost every day for the last two weeks together as well. Fuck, Gil was a fantastic stud, handsome, and just loved to attend to every one of Kim's fancies in bed. There was one thing that was gnawing at the back of Kim's mind, though. She had been talking seriously with Gil about them moving into an apartment together. Kim wasn't quite sure how Kelly was going to react to that. But she and Kelly had only made love twice during the preceding two weeks- maybe Jerry was satisfying her insatiable pussy.
There was a hard, masculine knock on the apartment door and Kelly walked over to answer it. When she opened the door the man standing there grabbed her. He trapped her in his corded muscular arms and kissed her, hard, long, his tongue forcing its way in to grapple with hers. Almost inadvertently she pressed her chest against him, squashing her tits against him.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from hers he said, "Did you miss me since last night, baby?"
He smiled with glittering, perfect teeth.
For her taste, he was almost too much of a Greek god look-alike. Classically handsome with curly blond hair, it took a moment for her to get over the surprise and register who the stranger was.
"Uh," she paused, "yes." Then Kelly's quick mind went into overdrive. "Of course I did! You just startled me! Shit, I've been dying to see you since last night."
It was Gil. She had put two and two together, the blond hair, his remarks, and come up with who the stranger was. But now her thoughts were traveling in an unexpected direction.
"I got away from the conference with the editor I was explaining to you about. Damn good thing, too, I've been packing a hard-on for you that won't quit since last night. Unless you've got something a little more pressing planned ..."
Here was a new development, and Kelly debated with herself about a micro-second before deciding to run with it for all it was worth.
Now it was her turn to answer him by wrapping her arms around him and pressing her mouth to his. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and as their bodies coiled together like wrestlers she drew out a long, passionate kiss.
Gil could feel those big nipples pressing through her blouse, spiking his chest like pinpoints.
"That's fucking more like it, Kim," he said, smiling again.
Damn, Kelly thought, feeling like a naughty grade-schooler certain to be caught, why am I doing this? If Kim finds out I pretended to be her to her boyfriend, she's sure to be radically pissed! But, god, after all the shit she'd told me about him, I've got to find out if even half is true! Besides, one good trick deserves another!
Gil still had his arms around her but one of his hands had migrated down to her ass. He was rubbing and kneading one of her pert asscheeks as he went on talking.
"Have you had a chance to talk to your sister about the possibility of her moving out and finding another place, so that I could move in? This pad really is convenient to both of our jobs ..."
Oh, so that was the way it was, Kelly thought, smiling a devilish smile to herself.
"Well no, Gil. I haven't really had a moment to talk to Kelly about it. But Usten, come on out of the entry and let's get comfortable."
She and Gil entered the living room and sat on the couch together.
"Can I get you a drink?" Kelly said.
Gil nodded an affirmative, then another when she suggested beer. In a moment she had retrieved a couple of bottles from the kitchen and returned to her position next to Gil.
"Is your sister due back anytime soon?" Gil asked. "I hate surprises."
"No, not for quite a long while," Kelly said, and in fact that was true, even if it was practically the only true thing she had uttered since Gil had walked in. Kim had told her earlier that she planned to be gone all day.
"Then I can feel free to do this," Gil said, a new sexiness entering his voice.
Gil reached over with one hand and deftly began to pop open the buttons on her blouse until every one of them was undone. Her blouse was open just a bit, revealing a telling unbroken slash of pink flesh that descended from her shapely neck to her navel. No bra. Then Gil widened the open bouse, as if he were raising the curtain and revealing some glorious spectacle. Kelly's tits were naked, her breath causing them to rise and fall with excitement.
On a smaller woman those big, heaving tits might have seemed grotesque, but on Kelly they were perfect. They were heavy, full, but not suffering the drawback of so many big tits. There was no sag to them whatsoever.
"I masturbate over these lovlies a lot when you're not around," Gil said.
"That's the sign of what they call a Tit-man," Kelly said. "Right?"
"I confess, Kim," he said. "Of course, if you're not available, there are other portions of your body that I call upon in my imagination to convince my prick to get hard. But," he reached out and took a tit in each hand, lavishing them with strokes of his fingertips, "it's these beautiful babies that do the trick every time."
"Mmmmm ..." Kelly purred.
Gil lowered his face to one of the big, freestanding mounds and indulged his mouth with one of her nipples, lapping it, kissing it with small kisses, causing it to pucker and begin to stand up spiked.
"Oh, yeah, baby ..." Kelly growled, pushing her tit harder against Gil's mouth. "Oh, yeah!"
Gil continued to work his tongue over her nipple, teasing the spike, sucking at the oversized dusky areola. At the same time his hand crept down between Kelly's legs, lodging between her legs. Underneath the short skirt she was wearing, silken panties still stood in the way of his probing fingers.
Christ, was she hot down there! Gil felt like his fingers would be scorched.
Kelly writhed, waggling her tits as Gil continued to work on them, and she reached out, grabbing at his prick, stuffed away but plainly bulging beneath the fabric of his denim jeans. Her fingers snagged the hot, half-erect cock through the cloth, caressing it, teasing" at the head of it and feeling it grow within her fingers.
Goddamn, but it felt like a cock to beat all motherfucking cocks! It seemed like Kelly's heart skipped a beat as she squeezed. She imagined the shape, the look of his big cock hiding there beneath the rough cloth.
There was a certain erotic stimulation in coming on to a new man, no goddamn way of denying that. A certain titilation unmatched by anything else. The new games, the new caresses of a stud that she had never fucked before. That, she guessed, was the reason a lot of chicks ended up going through so many guys, dumping one just to pick up another. It was the unmatched thrill of a new hard cock shoved up your cunt, always seeking that ultimate hard prick.
"God, Gil," she moaned, practically crawling atop him, "I'm just dying to be fucked, and to be fucked righteously! God, baby, just go ahead and do it-I've had an aching pussy for you all day, I've just got to have you cram your prick into me! I'm motherfucking dying to be fucked!"
Well, that tears it! Kelly thought, practically laughing to herself. There's sure as hell no way of turning back on that invitation! But Kim, as sure as shit, is eventually going to find out what has happened, and what then? And Jerry, too, he'll probably find out I've been screwing his friend and that will fuck it up with us, too! Christ What a fucked up situation!
But gazing into Gil's eyes it was obvious to Kelly that, regardless of the consequences, Gil was going to shortly have his cock shoved up her cunt, and there wasn't a fucking thing that she could do about it.
Kelly's fingers drifted to Gil's collar, easing the knot loose on his tie. Her fingers worked down the front of his shirt, undoing each button in its turn. Then she spread apart his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, thatched with curly blond hair. Kelly worked the fingers of one hand into Gil's chest hair, her other had still trapping his cock through the denim.
Her hand toyed with Gil's belt.
"That's right, Kim," Gil said, smiling with satisfaction.
His fingers had lodged themselves underneath her hot ass, and were caressing the humid, silk-covered crack of her shapely ass.
The belt buckle surrendered and popped open. Then Kelly undid the snap that restrained his jeans and coaxed down the zipper. She reached past Gil's underwear to enclose his cock in her fingers, catching it and squeezing it, reaching down, bringing her fingers down to caress the hairy, tight ball sac. She could feel his cock rising to the occasion, stiffening impressively as she teased at his balls.
"Oh, shit, Kim!" Gil said. "Slip the fuck out of these!"
His fingers grasped the elastic waist of her panties and she lifted her ass off the couch, assisting him as he slid the panties down her long legs and off.
After the panties were jettisoned, there was free access for Gil's roaming fingers. He peeled her skirt back, exposing to view her blonde, moist cunt. Gil caressed the silken hair and worked his fingers in, letting them slide into the wide, honeyed crack. His fingertips found the little slick bulge of her clit and Kelly moaned and spread her legs wider as he frictioned it with a forefinger.
"Shit, Kim, but I could just eat you up, baby," Gil said. "Fuckin' A, but I want to shove my cock and my tongue into every sweet little hole that you've got! Yeah, I want my cock pumping up your ass, and I want my tongue there, too! Shit, I'd just love to eat out your pussy and your ass and ..."
Gil supported Kelly with one hand, kissing her, simultaneously easing her downward onto the couch. He pulled down his pants until they rode at his knees, his prick standing up like a quivering, blunt-headed railroad spike. As he leaned over she could feel his big cock lying hot across her thigh.
Gil's hands roved down Kelly's slim, white shoulders, across her splayed, big tits, pausing there to fondle and to mold them in his fingers.
"Slide that prick into my pussy!" Kelly moaned huskily.
And then it did slide, hot, wet, deep, to the hilt.
Kelly moaned, scrabbling her hands over Gil's sleek back and ass, working her fingers down and into the moist crack of his hairy ass. Still cupping her tits, Gil's ass began to rhythmically thrust, each stroke driving Ms cock up her channel. Kelly writhed and moaned beneath him as he buried and returned his stiff cock, fucking it into her, quickening the fucking.
"Oh, Christ, yeah! Oh, do that!" Kelly groaned.
Gil sped up the thrusting, supporting himself above Kelly, keeping his weight completely off of her, only touching her at one point-her cunt. His cock was rapidly pistoning in, lubed by her amply flowing juice. Kelly's cunt was hot, grasping in anticipation of a load of splattering hot cum due to shotgun into it.
Gil was panting, kissing her, licking the sweat as it trickled on her face and neck.
"Oh, baby! Shit, I love it! Oh, goddamn it, shake that fuckin' pussy of yours!"
Shit, Kelly thought, I guess I sure as hell know what Kim sees in Gil now! Oh, shit, do I know! She pressed her finger into his moist asshole and, in rhythm with his pounding prick, began to plunge it in and out. Christ! No wonder my sister fell for this dude like a goddamn ton of bricks!
Oh, god! Kelly thought. She could feel an incessant burning deep, deep down within the corridor of her cunt, a tingling that spread upward through her body and spelled the inevitable beginning of her orgasm. Kelly tried to stave off the sensation by pulling her attention away from the spreading tremors in her cunt, but she turned her thinking back to Gil and that only seemed to hasten it.
"Oh, fuck, Gil!" she moaned. "I think I'm on the edge of coming!"
And Gil was blasting his prick deep into her furry slot with every bit of fury he could muster, panting, groaning, ramming her hilt-deep, sluicing his long hard cock all the way up her slippery cuntshaft.
Now he had his hand on her tit again, mauling the nipples with his grasping fingers, pinching, driving her over the edge until she was screaming, engulfed in a draining, shattering orgasm.
Gil roared, his cock stiffening and arching within the confines of Kelly's juiced-up cunt, spitting forth gobbets of hot jism into her cunt-hole. He kept up the pumping, slugging it in, driving his cock deep within her pussy.
And then it was over.
Over, Kelly muttered to herself.
Well, maybe not quite. Damn, but even though Gil's cock was diminished from having blown a load of jism up Kelly's cunt, when she gazed lovingly into his eyes she saw they were still talking the same message of pure lust.
Gil was sliding his prick in and out slowly, and Kelly was holding him tight and close, practically purring with satisfaction. Then with a quick, smooth movement, he slid his prick out from within her cunt. She reached down and touched his glistening cock, closing her fingers around the slick, bulging purplish head.
"Play with it a little bit, Kim," Gil said. "There's still plenty of life left in it ... at least a tablespoon, and that's all it takes."
Kelly squeezed the veined, sinewy rod, then began to pull at it, skillfully coaxing it. At the same time, Gil's talented tongue was leaving a wet trail over Kelly's tits, across her sweaty stomach, sliding all the way down to her furry pussy. His tongue dodged out, sliding between the folds of her salty cuntlips, sucking, biting at the corrugated pink lips. Kelly was squirming with something like anticipation, still fingering his cock, now grown long and quivering.
Gil slid his index finger up Kelly's moist asshole, impaling her between her hot, humid asscheeks. His finger dove in, dodging around, rubbing deep inside. In a moment she knew what he was preparing her for.
"Oh, yeah!" she squealed with delight. "Ram that big bastard prick of yours up my asshole! Oh, yeah!"
Gil guided his engorged, fist-trapped cock toward her asshole. He nuzzled its snout into the puckered entry and then with a smooth buck of his hips he put his cock all the way into her, all the way down to its curly-haired hilt.
Kelly cried out and he blasted it deep into her guts again, his sweaty balls slapping her ass as he drove his prick all the way home. His pounding soon smoothly shifted into a natural, plunging rhythm, ramming all the way in, sliding all the way out, again and again and again. Kelly bounced her hips, impacting against him, tightening her asshole as Gil's long cock pierced her.
"Gil, baby, ram it hard! Shove it! Shove it deep!"
It felt like Gil had been bashing away at her asshole forever. One stroke seemed to blend into another. All Kelly knew was the incessant whacking of his balls and sweaty thighs, his anguished pants and groans, the red hot frictioning of his thick prick into the ultimate reaches of her shithole. Gil's whole body was trembling. His hands scrabbled over her body and he sank his cock deep, holding it there, momentarily suspending the action.
"Oh, god!" he moaned. "Don't move! Don't shake your ass, please . . . I'm right on the edge of-"
"Do it!" Kelly moaned, begging him. "Do it! Shoot your wad up my asshole!"
His fingers were scrabbling and probing in her cunthole and then she felt the shaking, the trembling as if there was an earthquake threatening from deep within her own flesh. She was moaning, screaming, panting, as her own orgasm raped her brain and body. Gil was driving hard, pumping furiously as he drained his burning, swollen prick deep inside of Kelly's asshole.
"Oh, god! That was so motherfucking good!" she forced herself to say, still awash in the overwhelming sensations of her own coming.
Gil lay next to her on the couch, his glistening, muscular body entwined with hers, his breathing still strained, his heart still pumping out its staccato rhythm. It was his cock that was spent, a flaccid worm that was dribbling juice onto Kelly's warm leg.
A voice intruded from out of nowhere. "I was hoping that I would find you home, Kelly, but I didn't really expect to find you under quite these circumstances.'
She could place the voice, dimly, crazily, beyond the satiated cloud of her brain. Kelly's eyes were squinted closed and they remained closed for a long moment, her mind spinning way out of control. She remained lying there, not saying a word, long enough for the voice to sink in.
"Kim!" Kelly said in an agonized voice, sitting bolt-upright on the sweat-soaked couch. "Jerry ... oh, Christ!"
Her voice trailed off into a whisper. Kim was standing in front of her sister and Gil, a deceptively bland look on his face. She was clad in a tennis outfit, looking cool and crisp in a white blouse and white miniskirt. Standing next to her was Jerry. His expression was totally incredulous. He was wearing tennis togs, too. A tennis racket had dropped out of his hand and lay where it had fallen onto the carpet.
"Kim?" Gil whispered, sitting up, wide-eyed and stunned. He began to pull his pants up. "Kelly?" His eyes shifted rapidly, as if he were attending the tennis match that Kim and Jerry had just come from. "What in the fucking hell is going on? Which the fuck one of you is Kim? Would someone please explain to me who the fuck is who?"
Kim simply pursed her sensuous lips and placed a hand on her shapely hip.
"Kim, honest, I can explain everything! I know this looks bad!" Kelly said frantically, her mind racing. "I promise! I can explain, I ... oh, shit!" She shook her head with an expression of total dejection. "Fuckit, I can't explaind a goddamn thing!"
"Kim?" Gil said, still totally befuddled. "Kelly? Jerry?"
"Hey, buddy," Jerry exclaimed, "if you don't happen to know it, that's my fucking girlfriend that you just had your cock shoved up! Christ, Gil, that makes two fucking chicks in two fucking weeks that you've ripped me off! You trying for a goddamn world's record, or fucking what?"
"Girlfriend? Ripped off? Goddamnit, I swear to you, Jerry, I swear to both of you that I don't have the slightest motherfucking idea what is going on. Would somebody please give me a fucking hint?"
Kelly was still sitting on the couch, naked from the waist down, her skirt pulled up, rumpled around her ass.
"It's true. You see, Gil is at a little bit of a disadvantage. I told him I was Kim."
"Shit," Gil said. "Well, Kim, you did say you wanted me to meet your sister. I just didn't expect it would be under such intimate circumstances."
Kim was pacing now. "You mean to tell me that you thought . . . that she honestly fucking pretended . . . that . . . oh, man, this is just too fucking much!"
Kelly had put her blouse back on and was attempting to straighten her skirt into place. For a while everyone was silent, not knowing what to say.
Then Kim blurted out, "Gil, would you get your clothes on? I have the urge to get out of here. Or I want you to get out of her, anyway. Or, oh hell, I don't know what I want. Kelly, is this your idea of a joke?"
Kelly seemed to have gained just a little more aplomb.
"Kim . . . hold it just a second. Do you remember a few weeks back?"
Kim bit her lip.
"Yes ..." she said, without a trace of emotion.
"Well, I remembered, too. Gil," she said, turning toward him, "I'm sorry I tricked you into this. Jerry, I'm sorry too. Kim, I have to admit that I admire your taste in men-no offense, Jerry. When Gil walked in he took me up in his arms and gave me a big kiss. The thing that I'm really guilty of is I didn't want him to stop. I ask you, sister, can you blame me?"
Kim's eyes were flashing.
"Yes, goddamn it, I can!"
"Kim," Gil said softly, "look. I think it was a really dumb trick that your sister pulled."
"Goddamn right!" Jerry said.
"You ever pull any?"
"What?" Kim asked.
"You ever pull any dumb tricks?" Gil turned to his friend. "How about you, ole buddy? It seems to me that you two had a little scam going with Kelly that was pretty unforgivable, too. Yet she forgave you, both of you."
"Something occurs to me,.too ..." Jerry said, turning to Kim. "Do you remember back whan I asked you about whether you and Kelly had ever had any kind of a sexual relationship? You practically swore up and down that you never had. At the time it seemed to me that you were protesting just a little too strongly about the whole matter. Well, since then Kelly let it slip to me that you two haven't always kept each other at arm's length. Now, I don't really give a fuck about that, but the point is, you were scamming me, too."
"Sister?" Kelly asked. "Jerry? I think I just might have the beginning of a solution brewing in my head. Will you two come and join Gil and me, here on the couch? Will you?"
Kim and Jerry were still hesitant.
"Kim," Kelly said, "we're still loving sisters and nothing is ever going to change that."
Kim smiled and then both she and Jerry crossed the room toward the couch.
