She began to slide her head back, pulling her lips away from the huge cock. It was dripping with saliva, growing out from the end of her open mouth. She pulled all the way back, until the head popped from her lips and I watched as her darting tongue rolled itself all over the crown of his shaft ...
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, hit me hard, stud," I breathed, feeling Steve's big thick cockhead at my cuntal deeps. "Fuck me good!"
He groaned, shouldered my legs back farther, and went into his short strokes. There is nothing in the universe to compare with feeling a big stud of a man ram his prick in my coming cunt. This was the culmination of an evening of flirtation, tease and temptation.
My slick, readied cunt contracted with swift, luscious spasms. My tits arched up at his chest, hard-nippled and peaked with need. The pillow beneath my ass lifted my crotch into the very right position, and the sweet slap-slap of his cockroot and drawn-up nuts against my lower cunt lips whirled me into a sex trance.
He moaned as he unloaded his wad, and my fun gun went off again. My clit throbbed with furious spasms. I whined and savored the third orgasm since we had crawled in bed. He had done a great job on me. The first come had been on his finger in the living room, after tit-kissing and ear-nibbling and cunt play. The second go-off had been just after he pushed his prick in my cunt.
Now, after fifteen minutes of prolonging the pleasure, he was getting his reward for showing me a good time. He was squirting in my cunt and I was having a really big climax.
Softening in the saddle of my thighs, he muttered against my throat. "Damn, you're good, Lana. Very good!"
"Love it," I purred, my long legs slowly dropping to grip his tight, muscular ass. "Like I said before, you have a fine, long cock, Steve. And you know how to use it."
He rolled his chest on my tits, keeping his big hard cock snugly in my shivery, semen-soaked cunt. Some girls get up right after taking a load of jism and can't wait to get in the john I love letting a prick soak. That rich virile nut cream is good for a girl's complexion. It tones up the whole delicate female apparatus.
"A very practical girl," he murmured, his cock showing signs of shrinking. I knew what was happening. Most handsome studs like him expect a girl to turn all gushy and giggly and declare her 'love' These with-it animals who get lots of pussy want a string of females on the list, and they usually have then.
But, sadly, I was fucking him for more than just fun. Steve was captain of a cruise ship suspected of carrying cocaine, and as an undercover policewoman, I was 'doing my duty,' and adoring it. My twin sister, Mona, and I work for the Honolulu and Hawaiian vice squad. It is no secret there is no official name.
"Not like your usual lay?" I murmured, upfucking at his cock.
"Hey, I don't get a girl like you very often, Lana. Honest."
I knew better, I had looked through his file, but like a good trooper I played my part. Mona and I don't work all the time. Our late father, Nels Larsen, a prominent shipbuilder, had left my twin and me very well fixed.
We could have led the life of ease a lot of sexy girls do, when they can afford it. Jetting from one watering hole to the next, fashion shows, dating the best looking stallions.
But a good friend of ours, Sandy Evers, had talked Mona and me into doing something useful with our lives and talents.
Mona and I picked out cases. By working only now and then we were able to keep up our 'front: Two rich girls living in a big house on the outskirts of Honolulu with servants and the works. On some jobs we simply asked for expenses. Some assignments we did free. The authorities were damn glad to pamper us.
Sandy was usually our only contact with the fuzz. She had been a friend a long time, she came and went like one of the family.
So far, on this pleasant evening, I had learned absolutely nothing about cock aboard his ship. These things usually take time. And since he was such good fucking, I didn't mind at all!
"The head man on a pleasure ship like the one you command simply must get lots of eager pussy," I giggled.
He chuckled, lifted up and drew his shrinking cock out of my flushed, wet cunt. He settled down at my right and I handed him a towel I always kept handy beneath a pillow. He dabbed the pussy juice and spunk from his prick and balls, and I took the towel, pushing it against my leaking tutti.
He slid his strong left arm under my head, patted my tummy, and kissed me on the mouth. He was good, all right. Slow, easy tongue strokes, his play hand creeping up to my swollen tits. Mona and I have terrific hard, high boobs. While we are 'twenty-one, we look about eighteen. Steve was exactly thirty-six, he had been married twice. No children. He lived beyond his salary, ,which is always a good indication a man is getting it under the table or from illegal activity.
A man his age loves fairly young pussy. As far as that goes, a man of any age likes young cunt. Mona and I are what is known as triple-A stuff. If we sold it we'd be called racehorse whores. Those kind who get from five hundred to a thousand an evening. Or more.
One old shit I had dated recently, to get needed info, had offered me ten grand for one trick. I would rather crawl in bed with Spiderman. You get the idea.
"You have this big spread all to yourself, Lana?" he asked, teasing my right breast, toying with my tingling nipple.
"Yes, with the servants," I said offhandedly.
"Young rich girl, huh?" he said.
I giggled. "Sure, it's fun. Daddy left me lots of nice money." I reached over and cuddled his awakening cock. It was a good niner and thick. "And my hobby is good looking animals like you, Steve."
I was doing this with no mention of Mona. I had plans for her for later. In fact, from her bedroom next door she was watching the whole thing here through one of those tricky one-way peepholes. We love to watch each other fuck. It had the usual attractions, like a ceiling mirror, two johns and a lot of suggestive statues, heavy thick carpet.
Mona could also hear every word spoken, every sigh of the expensive bedsprings and every cry of delight. Hidden mikes are old stuff, you know. Invariably we are attracted to the same kind of man, or girl, and quite often we do a threesome, if the visitor is agreeable. You'd be surprised how many chicks love to be serviced by sexy blonde twins.
"Damn," he said, with the tone of voice which indicated he wanted to come back for more -- if I'd let him. Some men will marry if there's enough money involved. Mona and I were not ready for that stuff yet.
I could almost hear the wheels turning in his brain. Marry some rich, sexy pussy like me and live a life of ease. He would check me out, of course. He would learn that I had an identical twin sister and that we were as rich as shit. But first he was going to give Mona the kind of fuck I had just enjoyed.
"What do you do for entertainment besides make out with willing, young tourists?" I asked.
He laughed. "I golf and jog. What about you, Lana?"
"My exercise is mostly swimming. I have a nice pool. My other hobby is fucking."
He squeezed my left breast and moved his hand back to the other tingling tit cone. I cooed and purred like a real sexpot.
"Damn," he said again, his mouth returning to mine. I softened and enjoyed his tongue and mouth. His cock was turning hard again. When he tired of kissing, he breathed in my long, rich mane.
"Baby," I murmured. "Let me up a minute, I gotta visit the john."
"Sure," he said, grinning.
I patted his cock, stuck my tongue out at him, and crawled from the bed. I wiggled into the bathroom, closed the door and waited for Mona to appear from a hidden door at the back of the large john. She did, winking and smiling. She held her thumb and forefinger together. I knew she'd want her turn at Steve.
I flushed the toilet and she whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna love this, honey! I thought you'd never get his wad!"
I patted her on the naked ass. She was all turned on from watching Steve and me fuck. We kissed lightly, hugged, and I slipped through the secret door. A narrow hallway led to her bedroom. I settled myself in a chair near the one-way peephole and watched her come out of the bathroom.
Steve, on his back, his prick resting on his belly, stared at Mona and grinned. "Hey, you look better than ever, Lana."
"Oh, I touched up my lips and eyes and brushed my hair," she dimpled, crawling on the bed at his left. His cock was already swelling. I stared enviously.
He half-turned, his right hand sliding down her belly to her cunt. We sisters have very little pubic hair, a trait that often runs in blondes. While he played with her pussy, she kissed him on the mouth. Her left hand cuddled his puffing prick. Mona opened her beautiful, long legs and I had a fine view of his fingers toying with her exposed pussy.
She whined with joy as his best finger oozed slowly into her cunt. She curled her hips at his hand. Obviously she was either sucking his tongue' or he was sucking hers. My clit stiffened sweetly. I opened a drawer in front of me, revealing several dildos. They were already warmed by electric heat underneath out pleasure poles. I selected one slightly larger than Steve's cock and brought the realistically colored knob against my cunt-mouth. I was already puffed and slick.
I pushed the dildo slowly into my cunt, shivering with lust. "Mmmmmm. I hadn't had nearly enough fucking. This would do very nicely. As Steve thumb-teased Mona's prominent pink clittie, I started stroking the imitation prick in my shivery cunt.
Damn. I wouldn't need much of this to get my fun gun off. Carefully now, baby, I said to myself. Enjoy. Don't rush it.
Sandy Evers, our contact with the narcotics squad of Honolulu, had told me where to contact Steve. At a lounge in the Hawaii Stratton. It had not taken me long to draw his interest. Every stud in the lounge, plus several sexy chicks, looked me over as I took a stool at the bar. I wore dressy pants and a blouse that accented the forward thrust of my superlative tits. High heels, of course. No pantyline showed because I wore whisper thin pantyhose. Men and some girls like to believe there's nothing inside the pants except ass and cunt.
A blonde like me, with long glistening hair and long legs, built like a movie starlet, attracts attention, believe me. Steve was almost drooling. When I glanced at him and winked slightly, he moved right over oh the empty stool at my left.
The rest, as any smart pussy knows, was easy. You want a little, you let it show. Truthfully, I was horny. Lana and I hadn't scored in a while. We don't fuck just anybody.
I had lured Steve to our big house with no great difficulty. After the usual bullshit, some tit feels and crotch touches from me, some deep tongue-kissing, I had him in my bedroom.
He was no dummy. Anybody smart enough to operate and run a big luxury cruise ship, and perhaps peddle a little coke on the side, has brains. Invariably the smart studs know how to give a girl a good time.
"Oh, this is beautiful!" Mona giggled, caressing Steve's rock-hard prick. Clear wetness showed on his cockhead.
"I like what I'm feeling, too, Lana," he said.
"Why don't I climb on top this time?" she cooed, squeezing his thick niner.
"Great!" he said. His finger came out of her cunt, and she crawled above him. She fit her pussy at the root of his cock and posed there, slanted above him, arms extended. She arched her boobs at him and of course he reached up to squeeze them.
Mona had heard all the bedroom conversation while I'd fucked him, so she picked it up from where I'd left off.
"Where do you sail next, Steve?" Mona asked.
"Oh, the big island. Why don't you come along? I can get you a fine stateroom."
"Mmmmm," she cooed. She writhed her cunt at the root of his cock. She watched his hands as he cleverly fondled her tits, her pink, stiffening nipples. "I might just do that, Steve. If I can get my share of this nice, hot cock."
He laughed. "Guaranteed. Or do you have your own yacht?"
"Oh, I'm not that rich, big man," she said. Which was a lie. Mona and I had decided against a boat of any kind. We didn't live like queens. Our strength was in banks and investment firms. Nothing beats a pile of almost-ready cash.
"Hmmmm," he mused. "Larsen. Wasn't your father a big shipbuilder?"
"Yes, and he left me well fixed," she answered.
"Say, don't you have a sister?"
Was the shit going to hit the fan already? I stopped stroking my dildo and listened closely.
"Yes, baby, but she's in California right now." I could not have come up with a better answer. This Steve Ustick had evidently done a bit of research himself. "Come on, let's enjoy ourselves. I didn't get nearly enough sliding cock a while ago!"
He chuckled. "And I didn't get nearly enough of this sweet, snug pussy."
"Well, what say I lift up and slid your prick in there?" she breathed. She was ready. I knew all the signs. Watching him fuck me had really turned her on. She moved her crotch forward, tilted her hips and caught his cockhead with her puffy cunt. Her ass lowered slowly and an expression of pure enjoyment touched her sensitive, beautiful features.
"Look, no hands!" she giggled.
"Damn!" he said, squeezing her tits. "That's good pussy."
"Mmmmm!" she purred, stroking slowly. "Just right, stud."
I started poking my dildo in my itchy cunt. Oh, hell. I was going to come off right now. I would play it along on the next series of strokes. With the right guy or girl Mona and I can often get off up to fifteen times apiece. That is where it's at.
With my left hand cupping my left tit, I squished the dildo faster. I wouldn't need to turn on the vibrator. I love to daily with my lust, draw myself right to the edge of an orgasm, then hold back a few delicious heart-beats. It makes the come quivers more delicious!
But I was ready. I went into the short strokes. Ohhhhh! My clit pulsed, my stinging cunt tightened delectably around the pumping imitation prick. The nuances were particularly deep and delightful. I almost shouted!
Mona was taking her time, smart girl. Besides; his second semen shot would take longer than the first one. She would enjoy more sliding live cock than I had. Hell, maybe he was good for three squirts in one evening.
"Yeahhhh," Steve grinned, watching my sexy sister bounce and rotate her ass. A few quick hunches, then a pause.
"Love your cock, baby," Mona breathed. "You're damn good up there, Lana," he muttered.
"I need lots of it, Steve," she said, thrusting again.
I smiled. I began stroking my dildo...
CHAPTER TWO
"Which one of us goes on that cruise with Steve?" Mona asked sipping coffee.
We were in our kitchen at a table that looks out on the pool and patio area. The French doors were open and a nice breeze from the Pacific stirred lush vegetation beyond the pool fence. Typically Mona and I came to breakfast in panties and bras. We had a very laid back lifestyle.
"We could flip a coin," I said. "He is good fucking, isn't he?"
"Delicious," Mona "smiled. "How many times did you come, honey? I missed some of the action. I was coming hard on a dildo."
"I think I counted seven," I said. "Plus one down in the living room before we came in our special bedroom."
Mona giggled. "I watched that, too." She stretched, tautening the sweet twin thrusts of her tits. "I could sure use some this morning."
"Me, too," I said. "I don't think we're ever going to find a live-in that'll satisfy us both."
At that instant the doorbell chimes rang. Tala, one of our young sexy maids, would get it. I heard distant voices, then saw Sandy Evers wiggle into view. She wore shorts and halter, very high heels and a wide-brimmed hat. She's thirty-six, but doesn't look it. She always has a live-in pussy. She lived on the other side of Honolulu in a modest pad.
Like we twins, she had money of her own, but part of her cover was living unextravagantly. She had trained for police work in college before inheriting a couple of southern California oil wells. She did not care to copy the life of a jet-set lezzie. She was doing something useful and slightly dangerous.
To get information she would sometimes fuck a man, but she said she never enjoyed it. She loved pussy. Now and then the three of us had a party. We never let business interfere with sexual pleasures.
"God, I get a stiff clit every time I see you two like this," Sandy said, dropping her sculptured ass into a chair.
I waved my tits at her. Although cradled in a sheer bra, she could see every detail of my boobs.
"Stop that, Lana," Sandy laughed. She could tell us apart, one of the very few who could. She said it was something in the eyes. She told me once that I was better fucking than Mona. Coming from a lesbian I was not overly flattered. I prefer men.
"Did you friend out anything from Ustick, girls?" Sandy asked, pouring coffee.
"No," Mona said. "He's got nine nice thick inches of prick. He's smooth and experienced. We drained his balls, but not his brain. He wants one of us to go on a cruise with him to the big island. We might learn something that way."
"I'll get back to you two on that," Sandy said, staring at my tits again. My nipples were coming out. I was getting a tingle in the clit. "We have another assignment for you two sexports. This guy is smuggling precious gems out of Singapore, and getting them to the mainland via Hawaii. His name is Henry Thorn, around fifty, and very dashing. He usually has two Asian girls with him, sometimes three. I'll give you his hotel and room number before I leave."
"How can we touch him if he carries his own pussy with him?" Mona asked.
"He likes blondes," Sandy smiled. "Plenty of studs his age think they can service a harem. I think both of you ought to go on his deal."
"I hope he's good fucking," I cooed at Sandy.
"God damn it, Lana, quit tempting me," Sandy giggled. "Lu just fell off the roof. I need a good, solid fucking."
Lu was the name of Sandy's live-in, a plump young Island girl of mixed ancestry who would fuck at the drop of a pair of panties. We twins hadn't sampled her, but Sandy said she was some of the best ass she'd ever enjoyed. She could cook and keep house, too.
"We're not doing anything at the moment, Sandy," Mona said. "Let's have a party."
"I was hoping you'd ask!" Sandy said, a flush crawling up her throat. For a brunette she had very fair skin. She didn't tan easily, and stayed out of the sun.
"It has been a while, honey," Mona answered. "Let's go down in our party room."
Sandy's flush deepened. Mona led the way out of the kitchen and Sandy followed. I watched the sway of her ass in the snug red shorts, the rub of her long, full thighs. Nummy. I slipped closer and slid my right hand down across her tush. She giggled, undulating her butt. A subtle aroma of perfume and pussy tickled my nostrils and tingled my clit.
The morning after a good fuck always leaves me with a kind of sex hangover. Only it doesn't hurt, it feels wonderful.
In our party room, elaborate and suggestive, we three sat on a long sofa, Sandy in the middle. Although Mona and I had a big, well-stocked bar, we hardly ever drank. Sandy didn't either. Nothing destroys a girl's freshness sooner than too much booze.
Since I was seated at Sandy's right, I started the action. I tickled my right hand between her rich, smooth thighs, slid my left arm around her waist, and our mouths met. Her tongue snaked between my lips. I opened and enjoyed the delicate probings, cupping her cunt mound and kneading the covered cunt flesh.
Her hips curled up at my fingers, a little moan of delight came up her throat. Mona opened the brunette's halter and let her big, firm tits out. Sandy whined her appreciation. I slid a playful finger up her thinly-sheathed cunt slit and wiggled it against her clittie. Our mouths mashed together, and I began using my tongue. She softened back, letting me take charge. I'm that kind of dominant pussy.
She was boss in the field, but I was boss in bed. I was usually the aggressor when Mona and I got it on. We didn't do it often anymore. We'd started in our very early teens; most of the novelty had worn off. Like unattached males, we loved new pussy. We hadn't fucked Sandy in a long time.
She'd been stationed near L.A. several months recently. She had complained about the good-looking chicks around glitter city. They wanted money for a fuck. Sandy was getting old. I mean, compared with Lana and me. We never asked for favors; we don't need them.
But hell, if a guy wants to send flowers or expensive perfume or buy a dinner, why not?
"Love your tits, Sandy," Mona purred.
"Mmmmm!" Sandy whined into my mouth. She was turning on fast. A. smart, robust broad, she had lived for years with a near nympho, a stallion female, a young pussy who couldn't seem to get enough. Lu, her new live-in, was not doing a complete job.
I continued to press her cunt and tease our along her thighs. We were eating each other's mouths. At last she tore her swollen lips free and panted against my throat.
"Let's get naked and fuck, Lana! I'm dying for it!"
I let go of her, Mona stopped fondling the brunette's tits, and we moved into our play room, just off the rec area. My sister and I had had some delicious times in there. Sandy stripped her shorts and panties to the floor, tossed her opened halter aside. Her dark-bushed cunt was slick with juice, her slit showing a sweet puffiness.
Mona and I removed our bras and panties. Sandy crawled on the wide bed, settled on her beautiful ass, her tits arched high, her lush thighs opened wide. Since she wanted me to fuck her first, I settled down at her right and started fondling her cunt.
Leaning above her; I caught a dark, thick nipple in my lips. She moaned, pushing her tits at me, her sex flush pinking her entire throat. Most cunts do turn on fast for me. Mona and I have a very sensual appearance, we exude sex appeal.
"God, that's good!" Sandy breathed, as I finger-teased her clit. Trust a girl to know where the sensitive zones are in another pussy. You practice on your own cunt enough, you soon learn.
Mona sat in a chair facing the bed., She had taken one of our numerous dildos from a night stand beside the bed, and she was playing the head of it against her clit. She fondled her tits with her left hand. She was a picture of voluptuous sensuality.
Sandy claimed she didn't care for dildos, they were too 'masculine.' She certainly loved my finger in her oozy cunt, tickling her urethra. Thumbing her strong, pink clitoris, I coaxed the thrills from her crotch. She didn't fondle me, just rested there and let me draw the goodies from her cunt and tits.
I lipped and sucked her other dark nipple, watching the expression of thrall on her sensitive face. Like so many beautiful girls who prefer pussy, she looked like the kind of sophisticated broad who could fuck about any man she wanted. I feel sorry for most lezzies. They simply don't know what they're missing!
"Ohhhh, fuck me now, Lana!" she whispered, shaking with lust.
I slid over between her smooth, warm thighs. trembling, I fit my clit to hers, her legs swung farther apart, her mouth begged for more kissing. I rolled my tits into hers, took her eager lips and began to fuck her.
Lana and I had never eaten her. One of the sweet delicacies of lesbian sex is nibbling pussy. Having a turned-on clit between your lips and feeling it pulse in orgasm is sheer delight. But then, every girl is different. That's one of the pleasures of fucking females; you never know how they prefer it.
In our collection of girl-pleasers are several strap-on dildos of soft rubber. Some chicks like the stroking of a prick without a man attached to it. We also had some double-dildos, similar to those used by ancient Egyptian women. Can you imagine two cunts fucking away on stone pricks? Ouch!
Ours are of semi-soft rubbery stuff. You know, flexible.
I fucked slowly, in short bursts, resting in between. Sandy swerved her mouth free, her face twisting with passion.
"Oh, do me, honey!" She breathed, her crotch lifting higher. "Make me come!"
I made her wait. I loved the slick, warm feel of eager cunt against my cunt. My own clit was tensing for the goodies, I was getting my enjoys. Finally I rotated my girl cock against hers. My tits swelled, my ass quivered, I moaned and started the short strokes. A fierce wail broke from her lips, her hips did a kind of frenzied dance. I felt the throbs of her orgasm, and my own fun fun went off. A morning-after climax can be just super-delish.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" I cried, pounding my cunt at hers.
I finished my come with slow, lingering thrusts, hearing her soft whimpers of appreciation. Now her arms gripped me, her legs wound across my ass. We fucked far the fade-away tingles, the rich sensations of aftermath.
"God, you're good, Lana!" she whispered. Her cunt was very juicy, her clit still hard. Turn a hot girl on and she'll be receptive for hours. Men, as we all know, experience a big let-down after dropping a load of semen. The smart ones do a little play-acting until they get another hard-on.
The smart ones give a girl plenty of orgasms. Fingers and mouths were invented about the same time as cunts and pricks. Several girls I know, myself among them, just adore a few finger-sliding and tit-kissing climaxes before the big show. How I pity the girls who can come off only once.
Sandy looked over at Mona, who was gliding the dildo slowly in and out of her puffy-mouthed cunt.
"Did you make it, honey?" Sandy asked.
"Of course. But you two were too. busy to notice," Mona smiled. "Now, when do I get to fuck you, Sandy?"
"What about right now?" I asked my horny sister.
"This kind of fucking is good," Mona said, drawing the cunt-slick dildo out of her cunthole. She held it up and giggled. "What a girl won't do for her jollies!"
Sandy and I laughed. My sister and I could see humor in most things. We were bright, we'd had good educations. We had found that some men are afraid of a too-intelligent female. A very sad state of affairs, since most really beautiful girls are smarter than you might think. So, to get some studs in bed, you act at least partially dumb.
"But live prick is better," I said, lifting up and ungluing my cunt from Sandy's box.
"Not for me, girls," Sandy said.
I winked at Mona, left the bed, and she handed me the dildo. It was one of our favorites, a shaft ten inches long, well knobbed. The handle had the usual controls -- it was a four-speed model. When a girl feels lazy she can relax and let the power cells do the 'work.' Since Mona and I love the sliding in and out of the cunt, we often' don't turn on the battery power.
Sandy wiped her pussy with a towel and Mona crawled right on. The joining of their cunts and tits, as their mouths met and their tongues poked back and forth, started my juices flowing. Men love to watch two girls fuck, and so do a lot of females. Oddly, I don't know one person who likes to see two men fuck. I don't move in those circles where it's done.
Mona fucked beautifully. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, then a pause. She kept her fine, big tits pressed tightly to Sandy's tits. The faint slushy sounds from their cunts, Sandy's whines of pleasure, stiffened my clit. I snuggled the dildo slowly into my leaky cunt, and settled myself for a nice, long fuck. The experts on sex tell you there's nothing wrong with masturbation. Its been around a while, as they say. The fucking do-gooders have given one of life's enjoyments a bad name.
Most Hawaiian girls are really into it, not like a big percentage of chicks from the mainland. Knowing how to delight in one's own body is an art that Island girls have practiced for uncounted generations. A happy, satisfied girl is a delight to see. She can be so damned stimulating and exciting!
A chick who learns how to come hard on her fingers can soon learn to come hard around a pumping cock. Men have been around a while, too.
Fondling my own tits, I stroked the dildo and floated along on a fine high of sexual enjoyment. The ten-inch shaft was just right. And how often do you find a stud with ten inches? Hardly ever! It's that last inch that counts in my cunt. The super-tender zone away inside, at the mouth of the womb, is where it's at. Of course, the clit is much easier to manipulate.
Sandy's mouth tore free from Mona's lips, the brunette panted unevenly. Her long legs quivered, her tits pushed upward. Mona had been there before, she knew, as I did, just how Sandy liked her jollies. All kinds of delays and teasings, and then a rush of good, hard cunt slaps.
I love those goaty last thrusts myself. I was not ready yet, however. In and out, in and out, tingle, tingle! I thought about Steve, and wished he wasn't under suspicion of dealing in coke. He knew how to fuck. Even in the enlightened Eighties, you'd be surprised how many men are disappointing between the sheets.
Now, you take a sophisticated Asian man, he knows what to do with a turned-on pussy. The main drawback is that they have small cocks. Knowing how to kiss and suck tit and eat cunt and make a girl come off time after time is utterly delicious -- but long, thick live cock pounding in your cunt is the total end.
The male aroma, the feel of virile balls slapping at your ass, feeling the tremors of mounting male excitement, is hard to beat. Of course, the last furious thrusts, when he dumps his wad, is sheer heaven. My cunt grabs and contracts in delicious swift cadence, sucking the jizz right out of his semen sac.
When this far out thing happens, you know you've been fucked. And if you aren't protected, that's when dumb girls get knocked up. It is just so damned goooood a girl wants to keep the cock soaked in there as long as possible.
"Ohhhh, hit me, Mona!" Sandy whimpered. Her head rolled from side to side, her face was twisted. "Fuck me hard!"
Mona cried out and bucked through her short strokes. The bed jiggled, their wet cunts slushed together.
I stroked my dildo faster, faster. Oh, yesss! Jeeeesus! My achy cunt grabbed the dildo shaft, my hips curled upward, and my clit pulsed delectably. I finished with deep, slower thrusts, drawing sting after sting of aftermath from my cunt, still fondling my swollen, hard-nippled tits.
"Ohhhhh, that was a goodie!" I breathed, slumping back on the sofa, savoring the twinges of relief. The dildo shaft was slick and shiny with what I call 'girl cone.' Really, a girl doesn't squirt anything. A lot of slickum oozes out of the cunt.
Sandy looked over at me and giggled. "Honey, I sure like to watch you go off on one of those things!"
"It's almost as good as coming around a real cock," I cooed.
"Spare me," she sighed, hugging Mona. "This is the way I like to fuck. A nice leggy blonde between my thighs."
"Good, slick, hot pussy," Mona smiled, giving Sandy a few last, lingering hunches. They kissed and rolled their tits together. Sandy hugged my twin sister with her long legs.
I drew the dildo out of my drippy cunt just as Mona rolled away from Sandy's body. Mona looked over at the brunette's swollen, leaking cunt.
"Now, let me nibble it, Sandy."
"Uh, no, honey," Sandy replied. "You know I don't care for it."
"You haven't lived, Sandy. Where were you brought up, anyway? I eat pussy really good."
"It's a long story, girls," Sandy said. "But God! I sure do appreciate the nice times we have together."
Mona didn't push it. Every girl has her secrets. I had seen plenty of men who were attracted to her. Nothing doing, boys. My thing is pussy. It was really kind of sad.
CHAPTER THREE
Henry Thorn looked pretty damned good, and so did the young chick he was with. The older the studs get the younger they want their pussy. Lana and I prefer mature men ourselves.
My sister and I had just entered the lounge of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, all gussied up, and every man and half the women in the place looked us over. You take two leggy, young blondes in silvery pants, high heels and tops that accented our stand-out tits, parade them in front of an average lounge crowd, and you get their attention.
Henry had been described to us by Sandy. He sat at a small table near the rear with his current dainty young piece. She looked about half Polynesian and half Chinese, but you never can tell exactly. Her high, shapely tits were just barely hidden by a daring decolletage.
So many of these Pacific Island beauties exude a startling sensuality, and they look, act and move like they were just on the verge of an orgasm. Some are. The head waiter steered we sisters to a table not far from Henry's. His piece stared at us, said something to Henry, and giggled. He had silvery hair, a hawk look about him. Brainy, clever and a stallion.
He owned a legitimate importing business, with offices on Honolulu and L.A. A wonderful cover for smuggling jewels. Nailing his ass to the wall would be difficult indeed. Millions of dollars worth of contraband moved from the Pacific rim to, main street, USA, every month.
A slick looking waitress in the usual 'Bunny' outfit stopped at Henry's table, he handed her something, probably a big tip, and she slithered up to our table. She was all tits, ass and legs; Miss Congeniality.
"The gentleman over there says your refreshments are on him," she cooed. "What would you like, girls?"
"Thank you, Teddi," I said, reading her name-tag. "Tell him we like his looks and want to play house."
She giggled. "I wouldn't mind it myself."
We ordered club soda and watched Teddi return to his table with the message. He nodded, the sexy young piece giggled. He looked straight at us and smiled, a wolfish grin that gave me a twitch in the pussy. He had it and knew it. Presently, after the waitress served us, he left his table and came over. He was a big dude, six three or so. His eyes shone with appreciation.
I set the tone by giggling and batting my baby-blues at him. A man like him doesn't want some computer-brained smart ass broad in bed; he simply wants a new body. He would give that body an expert working over. You would know you'd been completely and efficiently fucked.
"Sit down, Sir," I purred, pouring on the sex.
He did, in a chair between us. He wore a bone colored suit, no tie. Up close he reminded me of a bull in a pasture with several cows in heat.
"Do you girls play together?" His voice was deep, sensual.
"Oh, sure!" Mona cooed, squirming in her chair like her cunt was already turning wet and itchy. "What about your pretty young companion?"
"She loves parties," he grinned, staring at my accentuated tits, then at Mona's boobs. Our tops were slashed down the front, nipples almost showing. I gave him a sly peek at a tit cone.
"Your place or ours, big man?" I asked.
"I have a big suite upstairs going to waste," he smiled.
Mona and I exchanged intimate sisterly looks, and I nodded.
"Number four ten," he said. "My name is Henry. What do I call you lovely young creatures?"
"Lana and Mona," I said. "But I don't think you could tell us apart, half undressed or naked."
He grinned, stood and moved back to his table. He said a few words to the young Island girl, and she smiled, staring at us. She evidently wanted some new stuff herself.
He took his time finishing his cocktail, and we did too. He and the pussy left with hardly a glance at us.
"Jesus, did you see the size of his outfit?" Mona said.
"Naturally," I said. "This is going to be fun."
When I knocked on the door of four ten I could hear soft Island music. A girlish laugh. In seconds the door opened and the girl, wearing high heels and a see-through nightie, ushered us inside. She had remarkable high, hard tits, a tiny waist and a shapely ass. Her legs were long, beautiful.
"Come on into the main room," she said in perfect English. "I'm Una. I think you'll enjoy yourselves."
"We're ready," I purred, patting her on the ass. She giggled, her tongue flirting between her sensual lips. The message came through. She loved eating pussy. I returned the signal, and she smiled. Wiggling ahead of us, she led the way into the big room, luxuriously furnished. Two large beds sat off to one side. There were even two johns.
Henry Thorn wore lounging pajamas. He sat on a wide sofa near the beds, legs open, the size of his outfit clearly showing.
"One of you girls want to join me here?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, flirting.
Una giggled and took Mona by the arm. They moved to a love seat, Una at my sister's left.
I slid down at Henry's left, and he let his arm drop across my shoulders. He peered down into my gaping blouse, and I arched my tits forward. He stared, his eyes greedy.
"Which twin are you, sweetness?" he murmured.
"Lana," I cooed, spreading my long, covered thighs. He didn't grab, but he surely looked.
"You girls local?"
"Sure, we've lived in Honolulu for years." I mentioned the area where our home was, and an eyebrow raised. It was not a cheap neighborhood. "But we travel a lot. You know, the with-it watering holes, South France, the Bahamas."
He was moderately suspicious. A man in his business had to be. The law checked him regularly. He had never been caught. His legitimate business prospered. Sandy said he was careful not to spend more than he made legally. The gravy was going in a numbered bank account in Belgium. Yes, they are into discreet banking, too.
"I was easy to pick up, huh?" he smiled, his left hand pressing my left shoulder.
"When my sister and I want a stud, we usually get him," I purred. I squirmed and pushed my tits out farther. My left nipple peeked out through the slashed decolletage.
"Cute," he chuckled. His head came down and he gently sucked my nipple into his lips.
"Uhhhh," I cooed, pushing my breast at his mouth, dropping my right hand down on his left thigh. He was good with my tittie peak, drawing the tidbit in and out, coiling his tongue around it. I shivered. I might not have to fake any excitement, after all.
"Baby, that's neat," I said.
His play hand moved between my legs, stroking slowly inward. I let my crotch lift enough to encourage him. He trembled. His cock was enlarging. There were no shorts under the pajama bottom. I touched his covered prick, squeezing lightly. He muttered under his breath and let go of my tit. My nipple was stiff and tingly.
My clit was rising. I was feeling no pain at all.
As his fingers cupped my cunt mound I opened his pajamas. His big half-hard cock rested in my eager pinkies, and I caressed it gently, knowingly.
"Yeahhhh," he said. "A girl who knows what she wants."
"I could use some kissing, stud," I murmured.
He took my eager lips, which I opened for tongue. It came stroking in, sending shivers from my cunt up to my swelling breasts. God, I love to have my pussy held while I'm getting a tongue in the mouth. I moaned softly, caressing his cock. It was standing up at attention now.
I hunched at his hand and opened my legs farther. With my free left hand I worked both of my tits out of the slash in my blouse. His hand lifted from my cunt mound and he began caressing my boobs. I whined into his mouth. He was an expert.
While I drifted along enjoying myself I looked over at Mona and Una.
My sexy sister had Una's nightie down at the top and back at the bottom. Mona was kissing the island girl's cute, pointy tits and playing with her naked cunt. The expression on Una's pretty face said it all -- she was having her thrills. Her delicate thrusts at Mona's cunt-buried finger were deliciously erotic.
"Ahhh -- ohhhh!" Una whined. Her silky thighs trembled.
Henry was getting a real big hard-on. His uncircumcised cock was indeed ten thick inches, with a beautiful big knob. Drops of fuck dew were oozing from the piss hole. I cuddled his nuts carefully.
He tired of mouth kissing and began on my breasts again. I didn't object! My tits were extremely sensitive, with the right partner in the right circumstances. He had a way of drawing the entire breast peak into his mouth, then letting it go. The other tits then received the same stimulating treatment.
Goody, goody gum drops!
He kissed between my tits and murmured. "Let's do it."
"I'm ready," I breathed.
A squeal of girlish thrall came from Una. Her dainty body shook, her hips arched, her tits jiggled. Her face twisted with passion. Her head swung back and the pounds of her climax were very dramatic. This young pussy went off hard.
Henry chuckled. He dropped his pajamas, removed the top, and sat on the edge of the nearest bed, watching me undress. The blouse came first, then the silvery pants, then my heels. In my whisper-thin pantyhose I paraded in front of him. He grinned, his prick stiffened and leaked more clear wetness.
"Damn fine," he said.
"Love your big cock, too," I cooed.
He slid back on the bed and rested there on his ass, cock slanting high and hard. He flexed it an curled a finger at me.
I removed the pantyhose with tantalizing slowness. Una and Mona watched, too. Once naked, I undulated around a few moments, giving them a dry-fuck routine. Una applauded.
"Oh, that's sexy!"
My cunt was juicy, but not leaking yet. My clit stood up high, the pink tip visible at the top of my cunt slit. Henry loved that. His eyes widened, he moved restlessly on the bed.
Mona began undressing. Una watched that and I crawled on the bed, on hands and knees. I straddled Henry.
"Yeah," he grinned.
I lowered my crotch until his prickhead touched my cunt, and I teased around with my labia barely caressing his swollen knob.
"Cockteaser," he smiled. His hands undercupped my breasts and he played with them skillfully, tweaking my tender nipples. He let me do the whole thing except for his tit feels. I drew my cunt down the underslant of his prick, rotating my ass.
"Very good," he grinned. More cock slickum was oozing out on his glans.
"This is fun!" I giggled.
"Take all the time you want, Lana," he murmured.
Una and Mona were moving to the other bed. They settled down side by side, and my twin sister began fondling Una's cunt again. She kissed Una's pretty pointy dark-crested titties. Una whined. She whispered in Mona's ear and Mona nodded, giggling.
Una crawled above Mona, in a sixty-nine pose, and they adjusted themselves for eating pussy. Mona's thighs opened wide, her crotch tipped up. Her hands sank into Una's hips and the young girl curved her cunt down for Mona's tongue and mouth.
I left them to their feasting and concentrated on enjoying Henry's cock. My cunt ached for penetration, but I kept teasing my labia around on his puffy cockhead.
"Want my prick up in there?" he asked, almost as if it didn't matter.
"Hell, yes," I breathed. "And you want my cunt around your big hunk of meat."
He squeezed my tits. "What ate you really after, smart baby? You could get any stud you want. Why me?"
I almost forgot my real motive, and maybe it, showed. Sex can take my mind away from almost anything else.
"Can't you just enjoy this and stop looking for things that aren't there?" I said.
He grinned. Maybe he had heard of Mona and me and our little sideline. Honolulu is not a metropolis. Rumors get around. My sister and I were not going to learn much this way. He could have all the girls he wanted.
"Okay, let's enjoy," he said.
I shuddered and fit my cunt mouth around his prickhead. His face revealed his pleasure. His hips lifted and he stroked his cock up deep in my shivery cunt. My cunt tightened sweetly.
"Oh, that's good!" I breathed. And it was.
"Yeah!" he muttered, cradling my tits with more vigor. "Very lively pussy, Lana.
"I could start liking the hell out of this, Henry," I said. I lifted' up and hunched down. My cunt clenched and sugary twinges chased from my clit up to my breasts and back down deep in my cunt.
"Same here," he muttered, as I stroked again. I snugged my thighs in against his body, rotating my ass, trembling with anticipation.
"I'm going to come off," I breathed. "Please don't shoot yet. I want a lot of this nice big cock!"
He chuckled. "I wasn't born yesterday, Lana. Have your fun. I can last a while with the girl on top."
I started into my come thing. I bucked and bounced right to the edge of my orgasm, held it there a few honeyed seconds, and then squealed as the swift hammer of my fun gun rocked my senses.
"Uhhh, ohhhhh, damn, fuck!" I whimpered, thrusting for the goodies, then slowing down as the delicious aftermath quivers gathered in my crotch. I hunched through to the end, and slumped down, breathing hard.
He had drawn his hands from my breasts and now they were bedded warmly to his chest. He hadn't squirted or come anywhere near it. Sometimes you wonder if it's your fault. Sometimes not getting the guy off is a real downer.
But we girls all know that after a squirt from a guy his age, the party slows down and sometimes ends. They would all love to be eighteen again, with an almost perpetual hard-on, but that isn't the way things work. The best years for a man are past the time he gets smart enough to fuck correctly.
Oh, there are exceptions. The Island men learn early, it is a handed-down tradition. I'm speaking mainly about your average stateside hunk who learns almost nothing about finesse in the bedroom until he's middle aged, and often not even then.
Bad habits are hard to break.
He cuddled my ass and murmured against my throat. "You come good, Lana. I think we ought to date again."
"Love to," I giggled. "Before we go home I'll give you our phone number."
"Is your sister as good as you are?" he said. "Why don't you find out?" I murmured.
His prick tensed in my oozy cunt. "I hear twins know a lot about each other. One is usually smarter than the other."
I let that one ride. But not for long.
"Men don't need a smart woman in bed," I said. "Except in the area of fucking."
He laughed. "You're the brainy one of this duo."
I shivered and hunched. "I need several more fun trips, big man. We're talking too much."
"Go for it," he murmured, releasing his grip on my ass.
I lifted on my elbows, keeping my tits against his chest, and started fucking. His cock was getting extra stiff, and I felt his nuts drawing up.
On the other bed Una was underneath Mona and they were cunt to cunt, going for another goodie. Mona sure knows how to rub cunts. I think she likes it better than I do. When we're at a party or gathering, the sexy chicks seem to be drawn to her, while I tend to attract the men first.
Shaking and trembling, I played my passion along. His cock was higher and harder than ever. The deep tender zone of my cunt was getting lots of delirious attention. My clit was come-stiff, my nipples were hard and tender.
"Yeah," he muttered, as I fucked up to the edge of my climax and paused again. "I'm coming with you this time, baby."
I whined with pleasure and fucked carefully. The slick cloying connection, the sweet burn of raw prick in raw cunt, was totally delightful. Damn right I'd date him again, even though I might learn nothing about his smuggling operation.
"Uhhhhh!" I whined, stroking for the finish. "Uhhhh, ohhhh, bust your nuts, stud! Squirt in my cuuuuunt!"
He cursed and shuddered. His prick tensed and throbbed. His big nuts were tight at the base of his prick. He was shooting his wad in my spasming cunt. My flesh sucked and writhed around his meat. I stroked with busy abandon, panting with lust.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" I breathed softening down on him. His cock was still up there, but it wouldn't be for long. I reared and lunged and stroked to another orgasm. He winced at the last, as his nuts dropped and his cock softened, but I kept it up in my cunt long enough for my sugar baby feels. Nnnnnn!
"Jesus," he muttered. "You got .every damn drop."
"That's what a cock-hungry pussy loves," I purred, writhing and squirming. His limp cock fell out of my cunt. I sighed and rolled away at his right. The rich aroma of spent jism always gives me a thrill. It was smeared all over his outfit.
He handed me a towel, which he evidently had hidden under a pillow. He used another towel.
Mona and Una were just finishing their come-off hunchings. What an adorable sight, my beautiful leggy sister banging her clit against the new young pussy. Una's soft little cries of relief were music in my ears.
"We come so nice together, Mona!" Una giggled. Her brown thighs dropped, she caressed Mona's ass.
"Yes, we'll have to do this again, honey," Mona cooed. She looked over at Henry and me. "Looks like somebody else had a come party."
I smiled at her and winked. Yes, indeed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Was that young Polynesian really good fucking?" I asked my sister. We were having coffee on the patio the morning after our round with Henry Thorn and Una, his current young pussy.
"Oh, very," Mona smiled. "She had at least two climaxes to my one, sometimes three. Amazing."
"These girls in hot climates mature fast," I said. "did you learn anything at all?"
"Yes," Mona said, surprising me. On the way home from Henry's hotel she had said not one word. We had tumbled right into bed. "Henry imports Philippine vases, and some of them have false bottoms. Nice place to hide jewels."
"Good lick," I confessed. "He suspects us. Maybe he's heard about our connection with Sandy and the local fuzz."
At that moment our maid Tala brought fresh coffee. She was a sweet, long legged bundle, around twenty-one. Her ancestry was mainly European, with Japanese and Island strains mixed in. She wore as little as possible -- a halter and tight shorts, high heels. She was new and we hadn't fucked her yet; it was there for us.
In fact, she seemed rather puzzled as to why we hadn't got in her panties. We had lost several good maids because we had fucked them. Some girls get really shook up about a cunt rub.
"Sit down, Tala," I suggested. "Visit with us, huh?"
"Love to," she smiled. Blondes seemed to fascinate her. Coal black hair like hers is the norm. We were 'different.'
She sat daintily and poured herself some coffee. I had noticed three cups and saucers, not the usual two. She had fine thrusty tits, a sweet narrow ass. She was studying for an entrance exam to the University of Hawaii.
"Have you been getting any lately, Tala?" I teased.
"No, damn it!" she giggled.
"You prefer prick or pussy?" I went on.
"Lana, mind your own business!" Mona objected.
"Oh, that's all right," Tala said. "I like it either way. But I really would rather have a guy."
"We all would, I think," I said.
At that moment two young Island men came around the house carrying pool cleaning equipment. Someone came once a week, not always the same person or persons. They were agreeably good looking and friendly. They nodded and went through the pool entrance.
I looked at my sister. She winked back. After a good sex session I often wake up with a little tingly hard-on. She did, too. And she hadn't had any cock.
Tala noticed the glances between Mona and myself, and giggled.
"They look strong enough to handle three girls," I said. I stood and stretched. "Let me proposition them. I'll make 'em an offer they can't refuse!"
"You mean, you want me in on it?" Tala asked.'
"Yes, honey. If you like the idea." Mona gave her a wink.
"God yes!" she bubbled.
I smiled and moved across the patio to the pool doorway. I went through, and they looked up from their work. Both had removed their shirts. They had the usual deep tan of many Hawaiian natives. Flashing white teeth. I felt a thrill in the cunt. They were my age or younger. Sometimes it is difficult to tell.
"Guys," I said. "What about some diversion? Can you call your office? I'll pay, and generously."
The obvious leader, a head taller than the other, smiled and bowed ever so slightly. "We can take a whole day off as long as we get paid for it, Miss Larsen."
"Well, don't worry about that. Come on, we three girls want a good time. Okay?"
The men exchanged wide grins. "Very much okay! I'm Josh, and this is Dick." He indicated the shorter man. They dropped their paraphernalia and followed me out of the pool area and onto the patio where Tala and Mona waited.
I introduced them, and Tala went inside to get some wine and glasses. We were soon on a first name basis all the way around. I had the impression that this was not the first time Josh and Dick had been 'detained' while working.
For starters, I turned up the volume on the intercom music and we danced on the patio. Josh was very light on his feet, and I pushed my cunt-mound right in at his basket. He thrust his crotch forward, and we stopped dancing. We dry fucked a few moments. Tala had Dick and she was rubbing her covered pussy at his basket.
"Damn good, Lana," Josh murmured. "Let's go inside."
"No hurry, stud," I giggled. "Let's have more wine and dancing. Mona wants to get her hands on you."
"Great!" he exclaimed.
We went back to the table, Mona poured more wine, and Josh took a chair between us. A soft ocean breeze keened through the palm trees overhead. The surf could barely be heard. Sex is so relaxing in this island paradise, and somehow it seems better, more intense.
Mona dropped her right hand down on Josh's crotch, and he reached out to fondle her tits, although they were still inside her halter.
"Nnnn!" Mona giggled.
"You want to dance or just feel, Mona?" he asked pleasantly.
"Feel," she cooed. She unfastened her halter and her pretty pointed tits came free. She had her hand inside Josh's pants, and I saw her bring his prick out, bare and brown and stiff. He played with her breasts, grinning widely.
Tala and Dick had disappeared. Too bad; I had wanted to watch them fuck.
"Let's go inside," I suggested.
Josh and Mona were sucking face and trading feels. His cock was an adequate niner, already wet around the glans where his taut foreskin framed it. I felt a surge of need.
Finally they stopped sucking tongues and Mona giggled. "Yes, inside! I want a bed and this prick." She gave his cock a cozy squeeze.
Josh laughed, drew her hand from his cock, and I led the way inside. The nearest bedroom was a guest layout, just off the living room, and we went in there. From back toward Tala's room came a soft girlish giggle. A boyish laugh.
Mona and Josh stripped quickly, and I took a chair beside the bed. If he wanted some threesome action with Mona and I tangled together, he was in for a disappointment. A dildo rested in a drawer of the night stand beside the bed.
If I needed some pumping and sliding in my cunt I knew what to do.
Josh tried to crawl right on, and Mona pushed him back down at her right. He laughed, placing his hand on her naked cunt.
"That's damn nice pussy, Mona," he grinned.
"Mmmmm!" Mona gurgled, stroking her crotch upward. Her right hand claimed his rigid cock. She turned enough to offer him her tits, and he went for them. He was doing a competent sucking job on her nipples and fondling her cunt with a knowing skill.
Juice oozed into my cunt, and I dropped my right hand down there. My left hand went, of course, to my swelling tits. I adore watching Mona turn on, with a girl or a guy. Josh was getting very excited. He was young enough to get his gun off several times in a row. Mona stopped fondling his prick and opened her long legs wide. Josh muttered, released the pink stiff nipple he was lapping and moved over between my sister's shanks.
He braced on hands and knees and Mona steered his cock to her uptilted cunt. As his puffy knob eased between her labia she whined her pleasure. Josh's ass muscles twitched, he hunched his prong all the way in.
"Uhhhhh!" Mona cried softly.
"Yeahhhh!" Josh said throatily. "Goooood pussy!"
For men I think it's all good, only some is better than others. The penetration is all important in the male world. And getting off in a cunt. Girls don't have to have it, although it is a terrific trip. I knew one lezzie of forty who still had her cherry. She hated the idea of prick invading her body. Not even a dildo. Or a carrot or a banana or what have you. Her clit was it.
I teased my clittie and trembled with anticipation. It was very tender this morning. A few quick jiggles and I'd be having a goodie. I tickled my nipples and slipped a finger in my cunt. Nnnuuuummmmy.
Josh fucked slowly, back arched, arms extended so he could look down at Mona. Watching a girl's expression of thrall is a big item with some studs. Mona's eyes were closed, she was having her kicks. Inch by inch, her legs drew back so she could take more prick. Josh paused between fuck flurries.
His nuts were up, he was not far from squirting. For a man his age he was holding back very well indeed.
"Ughhhh!" he muttered, pausing again. His ass quivered.
"Oh, hit me, Josh!" Mona breathed, her face twisting.
"Yeahhh!" he growled. He dug his knees in the bed and stroked for the jism. His nuts tautened, he bucked like a billy goat and Mona moaned loudly. Her legs jerked, her ass bucked upward.
Josh's harsh cry of triumph rang around the room. He gave her his swift, short strokes. His chest dropped to her restless peaked-up breasts and he finished with busy little hunches.
"Ohhhhh!" Mona sighed, her legs dropping. "God, I sure needed that one!"
"Goooood cunt," Josh muttered. "Damn good."
Mona giggled, her legs wound across his ass. "Is this better than cleaning our pool, stud?"
"Hey, what do you think?" he chuckled. He glanced over at me. "How're you doing, Lana?"
"I haven't got off yet, but I'm close," I cooed.
"You want some cock, come on over," he said. "I got a big hard-on here."
"Don't you dare take it out of my pussy!" Mona giggled.
But he did, and I moved quickly onto the bed.
"Stay on your back, baby!" I suggested. "I'm a good top-rider."
"Yeah," he grinned, tensing his jism-streaked prick. Mona's swollen cunt was drooling a mix of semen and girl-come wetness. The aroma of it stirred the animal in me.
Mona slid sideways to give me room, and I straddled him, curving my cunt down at his tumid cock. He cupped my breasts, .a wide grin on his handsome face. Having two girls is a hell of a big deal for most men. I've heard that some chicks love to party with two men. They can have that.
I snugged my tingling cunt mouth around his knob and pushed carefully downward. Taking new prick is always a biggie.
"Uhhhhh -- yeah!" he breathed.
"Fuuuuuck!" I said, stroking swiftly. "I'm coming off, baby!"
He gripped my tits and arched his crotch so I'd have every inch of his cock. He wasn't coming yet, of course. I didn't care. My cunt was stunting around his prick, my clit pulsed sweetly and the throb, throb, throb of my fun gun going off sucked a cry from my throat.
"Ahhh -- ohhhhh, damn!"
"Come hard, Lana," he urged, flexing his niner in my clasping, tightening cunt. "Man, that's the way to get it offff!"
I rode along in my spasms of erotic delight and finally slumped down on him, panting happily. The after-fun twinges were especially neat. Henry Thorn had left his mark on me. I was having more fun with my body than ever before.
To tell the truth, watching Mona get fucked had stirred me more than usual. And Josh was handsome and congenial, his cock was long enough for good humping.
Just then Tala and Dick entered the room. They looked up and smiled, and Dick squeezed Tala's sexy ass. His prick was limp.
"You look so nice on top of him!" Tala giggled, swaying near the bed. Her pussy was puffed, her cute tits were firmed out farther than usual.
Dick moved to the other side of the bed where Mona rested on her ass, legs sprawled apart, her cunt swollen.
"You want some of this, Dick?" Mona giggled, writhing her butt on the bed.
"I can get it up for you, blondie," he chuckled. His prick was indeed starting to swell and lengthen. "I thought I had him screwed out," Tala laughed.
"New pussy excites them," I said.
Tala dropped into the chair where I had rested my ass and played with my breasts and cunt. Her long brown legs drifted apart and she arched her almost hairless pussy far forward.
"Anybody want to nibble my cunt?" she cooed.
I was tempted, but with Josh's prick buried up in my box, what could I do? Go for the best, slick, rigid cock.
"Keep it ready, honey," Mona laughed. "We twins are about to get prick fucked."
I watched Dick mount up between my sister's thighs. She steered his almost hardened cock to her uptilted cunt. It went smoothly inside, and Mona whined, her face twisting with need.
"Yeah I" Dick said, his hips working in sweet cadence. I started topfucking again. The bed sighed. Tala was holding her cunt in her right hand, pressing and squeezing it. Her free hand was on her sweet high, hard titties.
I took more time than before. A few bounces, then a pause.
"Tala, there's a fake prick in the night stand," I said.
"I like it this way, Lana," she said.
I could see her long, strong clit very clearly. She was teasing it delicately, her legs trembling when her caresses quickened.
She appeared uninterested in Dick and what he was doing. These Island girls are often much more practical about enjoying sex than we stateside broads. It was an attitude that Mona and I had adopted after living in Hawaii so many years.
The message is, don't get your cunt in an uproar about a little casual sex. That thing down there is for pleasure, so use it. If you run into a real man who offers a good marriage, take it. Don't let fucking rule your emotions. Be in charge.
"Let's all come at once, girls!" Tala giggled.
"You come when you're ready and I'll get off when I'm ready," I said.
Mona was not into the conversation. Dick was pumping away with great abandon. Obviously Tala had drained most of his jism, so he could ride recklessly and just hope for another orgasm. Mona was having her second go-off already. Dick hardly waited for her to finish. He was trying valiantly.
The slush and slap of his nuts and groin against my sister's swollen cunt was highly provocative! Dick was lunging in harder. He cursed, he groaned and suddenly he was starting his climax. The swift bobbing of his brown, well-muscled ass shook the bed.
Mona shouted. She was breaking her goodies yet again. Her fingers dug at Dick's back, her legs kicks, her face twisted. How I adore seeing my lovely blonde sister get her come fun! It is one of the most stimulating things I can think of.
She ended it by gripping Dick's ass and upfucking for her last shivers of pleasure. He rested flat on her, breathing hard, the totally spent pool 'doctor.' "Baby, that's good pussy," Dick muttered.
Mona didn't answer. She appeared to be in a half coma, arms and legs now flat on the bed. She had been well fucked.
At that moment Tala had her goodies. Her right hand flew on her upcurved cunt, her left hand gripped her left breast.
She blurted something in Japanese, then squealed. The tremors that shook her body were extremely vivid. Her face was a mask of lust. I decided right then and there that Mona and I had been missing something special.
She finished with a finger in each side of her long, pink clit, her hips thrusting and hunching.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" she breathed, finally slumping back, eyes closed, fingers still holding her cunt.
"About your turn, isn't it?" Josh grinned, fondling my tits.
"Damn, yes!" I breathed, stroking faster. I had dragged it out long enough. His cock was extra hard, extra long. I knew the signs. He was going to spurt his semen. I bucked and squirmed and paused again. My cunt twitched 'with honeyed anticipation.
"Yeahhhh," he muttered. His hips lifted higher. I felt the extra length of his cock striking my deep-in tender zone. I gasped and went for it. Oh, it was coming slowly this time! A few hard thrusts, a few more jazzy hunches! My whole body shouted for relief, for the sugary pangs of completion.
His cock throbbed delectably, my cunt thrashed furiously around his cockmeat, and I let out a cry of erotic thrall. My ass bobbed, my legs jerked in against his body, my tits jiggled and bounced. He lost his grip on them.
At the end of my orgasm my cunt sucked at his prick, the primitive response of a turned-on cunt wanting the male seed. I fell forward, my tits against his chest, and humped until the last twinges of delight faded into a shivery relaxation.
"Baby, that's what this pussy needed," I breathed.
He dug his fingers in my ass. "You sure draw it out of my nuts, Lana."
"The 'pool doctor' knows something about doctoring a hot blonde girl, huh?" I giggled.
"You got that right, Lana," he said. "We can't clean your pool today. Looks like Dick boy is clear pooped!"
Dick didn't answer. He appeared to be half asleep, still saddled between Mona's long, beautiful shanks.
"He is pooped, kids," Mona giggled. "I think Tala got most of his jism."
Tala laughed. "I got at him first. We had a ball."
I gave Josh's shrinking prick a few farewell thrusts and rolled away on my back. A flood of semen and my own come juices leaked from my puffy cunt. His prick was flat on his belly and already shriveled.
The party was over.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Two club sodas, Miss," I said to the cute, breasty cocktail waitress. She dimpled and showed off her cleavage.
We were in the Royal Hawaiian cocktail lounge, relaxing after a shopping trip. Three days had passed since our 'pool doctor' fun trip, and Mona and I were getting itchy.
I had passed on to Sandy Evers the possibility of Thorn using Philippine vases to smuggle precious stones into his warehouse at Honolulu. She had thanked me and said she would look into it.
Henry Thorn hadn't called at our house. We hadn't seen Steve Ustick, either. His cruise ship was probably on the high seas somewhere. We didn't feel like calling for Josh and Dick. Nice guys who knew how to fuck, but we wanted some new stuff.
The waitress brought our sodas and a message.
"The big guy at the bar, on the far end, wants to buy you chicks a drink," Miss Tits cooed.
We looked. He was agreeably handsome, obviously part Chinese or Japanese, very dark and well put together. I felt a little tingle, and I knew Mona did too.
"Tell him to join us, honey," I said to Miss Tits. I pushed a ten down in her cleavage and she giggled.
"I wouldn't mind getting some of that myself!"
She undulated back toward the bar, and said something to the stud. He nodded, gave her a tip, and moved toward our table. His walk was athletic, springy. He was younger than I had guessed at first. Maybe past thirty.
"I'm honored," he smiled, showing very white teeth. Mona nudged me under the table. I nudged her back. We wanted some of this.
"I'm Carl Wong, importer," he said smoothly.
I waved him into a chair between us, and made the introductions. He had excellent manners, and an aggressive kind of sensuality that put a stiffness in my clit. The waitress brought fresh drinks. She leaned over so he could peer down between her bulging tits, but he didn't. Miss Tits moved away, miffed.
"You girls have a startling sex appeal," he smiled.
"Glad you approve, Carl," I purred. Mona and I wore fitted jerseys and tight pants. What we had was clearly visible, including the lack of bras. We love to let our nipples show under whatever we're wearing above the waist.
Not that this is anything original. Girls with a good set are crazy not to advertise a little.
"We're looking for a little excitement, Carl," Mona said, wetting her full red lips with her tongue-tip. "Any ideas?"
He laughed softly. "The bored rich twins, I see. I've heard of you two. I would suggest my modest home, perhaps. I have three girls there, but they would stay out of the way."
I was not offended. Wealthy Orientals often keep several young, fresh girls at home. All it takes is money.
I looked at Mona and she nodded. If he could handle three at home he could surely give us a good fucking. I was curious about a setup like his. We could have suggested a motel, of course. This would be different.
After while motel rooms start looking alike. Were we that damned bored? Was just ordinary healthy sex becoming tiresome? Heaven forbid!
"We're willing," I said.
He smiled. He looked over at our showy blouses. His dark eyes glistened. My clittie tingled.
We followed him in his car, a new Caddy. He drove out into an area of Honolulu where only the very rich lived. I won't mention the name of it because a lot of famous retired show people reside there. And several important novelists.
Mona and I did not care of 'mingle' in that kind of place. We could have bought and sold several of those 'big shots.' It didn't matter. Having fun is what matters with us.
Carl Wong's house was impressive. It showed Oriental styling, mixed with native touches. Tasteful. A high wall surrounded the entire grounds. As he opened the massive front door a very cute young Japanese girl bowed and spoke in her native tongue. He answered and she disappeared.
He led us into a huge living room, sunken, and a middle-aged servant, also female, appeared as if by magic. He spoke in Japanese and she nodded quickly. She turned and shuffled away.
He waved us to a huge long sofa and he took a chair facing us. His suit was impressive, but he wore no tie. He removed the suit top, sitting back down so we could see the shape of his basket. Very adequate.
Many Oriental men have small pricks. Obviously he had inherited some meat from some European ancestor. English? German? Hard to tell, and it didn't matter. The older servant appeared with a tray and three small cups. I was' sure it was sake.
Mona and I took our cups and Carl took his. He bowed his head slightly, lifted his cup.
"Here's to pleasure, girls."
"What else is there?" I smiled. We all drank.
I could have sworn that his exposed cocklump began swelling.
"I hope you beautiful twins like pussy," he said.
"Sexy girls make my cunt tingle," Mona giggled. "Of course we love pussy."
He nodded and picked up a phone on a stand at his elbow. He said something into it, dropped the receiver.
"Let's go in my rec room, should we?"
I shivered. I'd heard about rich Chinese and Japanese men who kept lots of sensual girls at home; it's traditional. He stood and led the way along a hall. Through a wide door we went, into a lavish area dotted with low couches, a sunken pool, and at least two bathrooms.
"If you don't want to continue, this is the best place to do it," he said, removing his shirt.
Our car was out front, we could leave any time., Mona looked at me and I looked back.
"We're staying, as long as it's fun," I cooed.
"Good," he grinned. "Take off as many clothes as you like."
He stripped casually, and my guess about his cock was right. He had a good nine inches, and it was not hard yet. The abrupt disclosure bothered me a little, but this was his place, not ours. Orientals are extremely practical.
Mona and I were soon down to our sheer bikini panties and heels. He stared with great interest. His prick started lifting.
A door opened at the far end of the room and three young mixed ancestry girls came wiggling in sight. They were garbed in high-heeled sandals and very sheer robes or kimonas. Their nubile bodies were clearly visible under the shimmery coverings.
They saw us and giggled excitedly, exchanging words in some Oriental tongue. They were almost exactly like I had guessed, wildly sensual, pretty and young. And they wouldn't be present in his house unless they were well-trained in the arts of sexual enjoyment.
Wiggling forward, smiling and excited, they surveyed Mona and me like we were from another planet. Blondes are indeed a novelty in the Pacific Rim countries.
Carl introduced us as if we were old girlfriends of his.
Mu, the tallest girl, was obviously part Black. Her sharply pointed tits, thick lips and long legs, with a bit of dark fuzz at her cunt, said it clearly.
Nuk was mainly Japanese and Chinese, with some hints of Caucasion. She was like a delicate Oriental flower.
Zoe was the Polynesian, lushly built, extremely , well endowed in the tit department, friendly and ,outgoing. Carl had good taste in pussy, believe me. All were dark-haired, of course.
Carl spoke to them swiftly in some old dialect, they nodded and giggled. They seemed particularly fascinated by the thin blonde hair decorating our cunts. We had already removed our panties.
"You twins choose a girl and I'll take the one left," he smiled, waving at nearby couches.
I curled a finger at Mu, and she smiled widely. Mona picked Zoe, and Nuk wiggled over in front of Carl, her kimona opened to display her naked charms. He smiled, reached out and fondled her cup-cake sized titties. She burst out giggling.
She reached for his half-rigid cock and fondled it gently. Carl grinned and led her to a couch that was different than the others. It was quite narrow. He rested back on it, hands behind his head, prick rising across his flat brown belly.
Nuk stood at his right and began kissing his chest, her right hand fondling along between his muscular legs. He had his play hand on her cunt. She spread her legs invitingly and slanted her crotch at his fingers.
Meanwhile Mu and I were getting settled on a conventional couch, she at my left. The sheer kimona was wide open, her peaked dark-crested breasts like miniature Matterhorns.
"You're very sexy, Lana," she breathed. She arched her tits at me. "We're so glad you and Mona. are here!"
"A change of pussy is good for the clit," I said.
She laughed cozily. I reached for her sharply coned breasts and shivered. They were as firm as they looked, high and hard. I teased one nipple and then the other, feeling her tremble. Our mouths came together, and her thick sensual lips opened greedily for my tongue. As I stroked inward she whined her pleasure.
Her entire body was as firm as her tits. Her long legs and sharply rounded ass, her very tiny waist, combined for a picture of primitive beauty. Her arms gripped me tightly, her thighs opened. I drew my tongue back and let her use hers. It was thick and long and stirring. I knew she loved to eat pussy. A girl's mouth kiss can often give the clue.
When my right hand drifted down her smooth warm belly to, her cunt, she whined again. She curved it up and out. I tickled along her crevice, already moist and swelling. I dipped a finger inside. She moaned, her tongue stabbed voluptuously. Terrific!
She wasn't playing with my body, yet. I was the boss lady, the honored guest.
When I located her clit I trembled again. It was remarkably long and well-developed, a characteristic of her African heritage, and highly stimulating. I teased around the stem and she shook all over.
Carl had excellent taste in cunts.
Our mouths swerved apart, she breathed unevenly. "You make me so hot, Lana!"
"Good," I murmured, sliding my best finger in her cunt. "I love to feel a hot girl get her goodies."
She giggled, slanting her crotch high for my caresses. I brought my head down to her breasts, drew a long firm nipple into my eager mouth, and stroked my fuck finger in her dewy, shivery cunt. She hunched up at my finger-cock, whining with joy. Her vagina tightened on my probe.
"Ohhh, Lana!" she breathed. "Make me come, please!"
A very swift turn-on. Maybe Carl was not getting the job done on Mu often enough. Even men his age have their limits. But it is a big ego trip to have plenty of cunt available. Some of those ancient Egyptian pharaohs had hundreds in the harem.
How dull it must have been to fuck the wife and produce legal heirs. Such are the drawbacks of being top dog!
I fit my palm against Mu's long, stiff clit, pressed my play finger end against her urethra, and jiggled my hand. She gasped and shuddered. I felt the ripples of her goodie trip and moved my hand faster. She squealed fiercely.
"Come, baby, come hard!" I muttered between her tits.
She almost bucked my hand loose. She writhed and shook, her lithe young body a picture of exploding sensuality.
"Uhhh, uh, uh, uhhhhh!" she cried, still hunching with abandon. The swift contractions of her cunt sent waves of lust through my body. I could imagine how a prick would feel stroking in such a busy, voluptuous cunt.
When she slumped back, panting and softening, a cozy smile touched her thick, protruding lips.
"Lana, you're damn good! I made it twice!"
"I know," I purred, squeezing her oozy cunt. Nuk was taking it very slowly with Carl. He had watched me bang Mu with much interest, his prick was high and hard and leaking fuck slickness.
Mona and Zoe on the bedroom floor, their cunts were jiggling together, mouths and tits joined. Mona was dragging it out, of course, humping in bursts, then resting.
Nuk was kissing Carl's crotch, at the root of his cock while she very gently played with his nuts. Nuk's kimona was gone, his right hand was on her cunt, and I could see a finger up in the dainty slit. She hunched slowly, her pretty little dark-tipped breasts swollen and much larger than before.
Suddenly Zoe cried out, her lush thighs shook against Mona's body and her ass bucked upward.
"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhh!" Zoe wailed. Then a rush of words in some dialect I hadn't heard. She was breaking a big one. Now Mona was making the scene. She whined and her ass bobbed swiftly. Zoe gasped and gripped my sister. They were coming together, Zoe enjoying her second orgasm. A very stimulating display.
A glance at Carl and Nuk showed her with his cockhead in her carmine-lipped mouth. His eyes were closed, he was enjoying it fully. Her head moved very deliberately up and down, two or three times, followed by a pause.
He spoke in Chinese, and Nuk stopped sucking his meat. They moved to a nearby low couch, and he resumed his pose on his back. Nuk quickly straddled him in a crouch. She reached under and guided his cock to her lowering cunt. As his prong slipped up in her cute little box, she cried out plaintively.
"Ahhhh -- ohhhh!"
He seized her hips, so she couldn't bounce, and she began fondling her own breasts. Carl's grin showed how pleased he was.
I could not imagine coming in a crouch like that, balanced on my feet, but Nuk was surely enjoying the prick-in-cunt connection. Her dainty body shook, her face twisted with lust. It was clear that she was massaging his prick with her pussy!
Already she was starting to come. Her movements became more abandoned, even though she couldn't thrust on his cock. She jiggled her hands on her tits, her thighs trembled, the muscles of her pretty ass flexed dramatically.
A loud squeal of ultimate girlish delight rang around the big room. Her quiver of climactic thrall made me horribly envious. As she quieted, Carl chuckled and spoke to her in Chinese.
She giggled and nodded. She lifted upward, exposing his rigid cunt-wet prick, and moved to a low couch. She sprawled out and began fondling her cunt. And her peaked out titties.
Carl curled a finger at me. I shivered. I surely needed a lot of prick, but I couldn't come balanced on my heels, like Nuk.
"He wants your pussy, Lana," Mu giggled. "He's very stimulated. Sometimes he plays around with us for hours before he decides to come. Or not to come."
I nodded. I understood the basics of Kama Sutra, although I had never run into a real expert in the erotic art. Henry and Steve both held back very well indeed. A true 'artist' often does not come at all.
His pleasure comes from making the girl climax time after time. He 'defers' his own orgasm until later, maybe weeks later.
Trembling, I left the couch where I had given Mu her goodies and approached Carl's couch. He was still flat on his back, a pillow behind his head, very relaxed. His prick slanted very stiffly over his belly.
"I can't fuck in a crouch like Nuk, Carl," I said.
He grinned. "Top me any way you like, Lana."
Shaking with need I dropped down, straddling him, and guided his tumid prick to my drooling cunt. As my flesh cuddled his hot cockmeat I moaned with delight. He cupped my tits and I shoved his prick up in my cunt as far as it would go.
"Uhhhhh!" I whined. "Jesus, that's goooood!"
"Very damn good," he said, his face showing his pleasure. "Tight pussy."
He held his hands on my breasts instead of my hips. He was giving me all the freedom I wanted. The others were all watching. Everyone except me and the stud had had a go-off. I didn't want Carl shooting any jism for a long, long time! He had lots of pussy to take care of.
I rocked my ass and didn't stroke. He grinned. I rotated my asst drawing my thighs in close at his sides. His cock was not overly long, but he had a way of tipping his crotch up so that every slick, hot inch counted. Damn!
"I'm gonna come, baby," I breathed.
"Shoot it," he chuckled. "I can hold."
"Uhhh -- ohhhh -- fuuuck!" I cried, bouncing toward my come-off. "It's coming big, stud! Uhhhhh -- oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
My cunt thrashed around his cock, my tits curved out, my fun gun went wham, wham, wham! I strained and kicked and floated to a delicious aftermath, my cunt still twitching around his meat.
"Ohhhh, damn!" I breathed, wanting to flop forward and bed my tits into his chest. Not him.
"Goooood," he smiled, tensing his cock. He hadn't gone off, but in my come thrall I would not have known, anyway. You can always tell afterward, naturally. The cock starts losing interest. A climax takes a lot out of a man, young or old.
His eyes still gleamed, his cock was right up there.
"Better take a rest now, Lana," he said. "Mu wants her share of prick."
"Me next!" Zoe exclaimed. She and Mona had disconnected cunts, and my sister was resting on her side, her cunt drooling girl-come sap.
She didn't seem as wild for cock as the rest of us. She can take a lot of pussy, as I've mentioned before. Twin sisters are not exactly alike. Maybe that's why we got along so well.
I dropped into a chair and watched Mu wiggle over and straddle her mentor, her big boss man. She excited him, no question about that. She would turn any one on. Her pussy was flowered out so the pink inner cunt flesh showed. Even with all that puffy flesh, her long clit peeked out.
She squatted, as Nuk had, and quickly found his cockhead with her expanded cunt. She cooed with joy as his meat began to penetrate her cunt. She came down slowly, her face showing her intense pleasure. Carl fastened his hands on her hips. I knew what she could do with her inner cunt muscles.
At that moment I wished I was in Carl's shoes!
CHAPTER SIX
Mu fucked slowly. How these girls keep their balance while coming off was a big mystery to me. But they did what boss man wanted. Carl was allowing her a bit of freedom to fuck.
She had barely begun when his hands came back on her hips and she could no longer stroke. She was doing it with her inner cuntal muscles. That's what Carl liked. He closed his eyes and drank in the sensations the dark-skinned girl was creating around his cunt-buried cock.
"You're improving, Mu," he said, staring at her hard-pointed breasts. "Now, play with your boobs, huh?"
She giggled and complied. I like to watch a girl fondle her own tits. Maybe it goes back to the times when Mona and I were young and we masturbated in front of a wide bedroom mirror. We started getting our tits into it right at the first.
My sister and I developed early on, we had good sized knockers in junior high. Sometimes we even dated high school seniors.
Fortunately our father Nets believed that prevention was better than a cure. He supplied us with the proper books and pills and devices so we didn't get knocked up. Mother just never related to us. She was in a world of her own.
Actually, very few guys got a cock in us. We were good with the hands and tits and mouths. Lots of guys would settle for a suck job. Even when we were young it was still considered rather 'daring' and 'French: You get a young guy off a couple of times and he tames right down. Then you can go to a dance or a party and not have him feeling you up until later. Those young studs live in a world full of cunts and tits, jacking off and reading girlie magazines.
Their most intense urges come before they have brains enough to know what to do with them. Usually. You find a smart, early maturing stud, and you have a Tom Jones. Older women go nuts over a teenage stallion. Because he can squirt and keep a hard-on.
I've known girls who didn't know what coming off was even at the age of fourteen or fifteen. How utterly stupid!
Lana and I were coming pretty good at ten, and really good at eleven and twelve. And what is more fun than coming? I don't know. I just hope I can keep it going for a lot of years!
Mu was starting her goodies ride. Just as she hit it, Carl released his hold on her hips and she bounced furiously. Her cry of rapture filled me with awful envy. This cunt could come hard. She was going for another one, too.
"Uhhhh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she cried, her ass whipping up and down. I hope I never have to try to squat and come. Maybe it sort of hurts, and that's why they yell so loudly! It seemed a very awkward position.
She finished and rested, breathing hard, her long legs shaking, her hand-held tits peaked out very far, the nipples still stiff.
He said something to her, and she lifted away, sinking down on the couch at his left. He palmed her cunt and began sucking her long, dark nipples. She gasped and opened her legs, curving her tits high for his mouth and tongue. Her restless movements indicated her excitement.
Her right hand held his pussy-wet cock.
Zoe came over and posed in front of me, her cunt swollen and leaky after her fuck with Mona. The dusky young Polynesian was horning for more cunt. She had been fucked by one twin, and now she wanted to try the other one.
"Let's have some fun, Lana," she murmured, undulating her hips. She did a swift hula-hula dance, where the ass moves and the upper body remains almost stationary. I stared at her tits and cunt and felt a new wave of craving.
I spread my thighs and arched my cunt up at her. "Want to eat me, Zoe?"
"God yes!" she breathed, sinking to her knees between my opened thighs. "You want to do a turn-around?"
"Uh, just this way, honey," I said. Her cunt looked luscious, but I decided I'd rather rest and let her pull the goodies out of my box.
She nodded and swept forward far enough to catch one of my nipples in her sensual lips. I shivered, lacing my fingers in her long, dark, silky hair. I do love to have my tit-peaks sucked. I writhed my hips upward against her belly, and the stings of arousal traveled sweetly up my legs to my cunt. My clit hardened and started itching.
Carl was finger-fucking Mu with terrific finesse. Nuk moved over beside Mona and they began sucking tongues. They were also fondling each other's cunts. This was the kind of party I liked. Plenty of new pussy and a slice of rigid prick now and then.
Carl moved down between Mu's thighs, and slid his hands beneath her dark, rounded ass. Mu drew a pillow under her head and began playing with her tits. Carl's mouth fastened on her tipped-up cunny. Mu cried out softly, hunger in her voice. He hadn't got her off with his hand, but he was surely going to pop her fun gun with his mouth.
"Uhhhh!" Mu whined. "Oh, Carl!"
His lips were coveting her long clitoris, and her face twisted with passion.
At that moment Zoe stopped kissing my nipples and moved down, her hands under my restless ass. On her knees, she lifted my crotch high and began sipping the juice from my tender, wet cunt. It was delicious! This girl knew how to eat pussy.
Her lips roamed up and down my crevice, flirting with my clit, then she shot her tongue deep into my cunt hole.
"OHHHH!" I cried wildly. "Oh, damn!"
My inner cunt twitched and clamped on her stroking tongue. Sting after heavenly sting possessed my crotch and my tensing clitoris. I was ready for an orgasm almost instantly!
Naturally, she didn't let me have it. She drew the tingles with great expertness, livening my whole body ache for finality. I knew the ploy, and I appreciated the extra nuances I was receiving. I gasped and shivered as she dallied with my need.
Mu's sudden cry of rapture made me shake with new lust. Carl was eating the fun out of her clit, and her dramatic leg kicks and body writhings told how ferocious her orgasm was.
"Uh, uh, uhhhhh!" she moaned, squeezing her tits.
Carl kept his mouth on her cunt until she softened back, breathing hard. The sound of him sucking her juices made me green with envy. He was real gash hound, all right.
Zoe had me now. I was starting my cunt fun. Her tongue swirled and plunged in my coming cunt. My achy membranes clenched, relaxed and clenched again. The honeyed nuances ripped a cry from my throat.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuuck! Uhhhhh -- OHHH!"
Her cloying, sucking mouth was unbelievably voluptuous. She was eating the come goodies right out of my cunt. My clit pulsed and pulsed. My tits felt as tight as melons. I was writhing and shaking in my climactic frenzy.
When she finally let go of my swollen cunt flesh I dropped flat on my back, the after pangs utterly far out. She nuzzled around on my tender wet cunt, sipping the dew, letting me know that she loved to gobble my twat.
I had been well eaten by a number of women, but not one like Zoe. Some girls are simply better at a few things than others.
"Oh, you animal!" I breathed.
"Sweet hot pussy, Lana," Zoe purred. Her fingers dug at my ass flesh. "You want some more?"
"Oh, not now, you cannibal," I sighed. "You got it all!"
She giggled. "I do have that effect on some girls."
I closed my eyes and relaxed. When I stirred awake I saw Mona straddling our host, and he wasn't gripping her body to keep her from thrusting. She was fucking in bursts, resting, pausing.
The three concubines were content to watch, for the time being.
Carl seemed more intense than before. Sure as hell he was going to go off. Yes, he'd want to plant a big load in one-of his blonde guests. Without out added stimulation he could surely save his wad for another day; but I guess we blondes were too tempting. No matter how adept some get at saving the jism, they let one go occasionally.
"Ugh!" he muttered, his face showing strain.
"Oh, come in my cunt, stud!" Mona panted, stroking faster. "Shoot me your big hot load!"
Carl swore in his native tongue, his hips bucked upward and he shouted fiercely.
Mona cried out, her beautiful body shook as she lunged for her goodies. It was a sight worth watching, believe me. The muscles in her ass bunched dramatically, she hunched like a stallion dumping his load in a mare.
"Uhhhhh -- ohhhh, oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she wailed.
Carl slumped, his face relaxing, as a smile touched his lips. He cupped Mona's tits and squeezed them. She was still perched high, sitting on his prick, tasting the waves of aftermath. A few lazy thrusts emphasized her pleasure.
I envied her. Getting a hot spurt of man come is a big event, no matter how many you've had before. Taking a load from a new stud is even more exciting.
Carl's three girls cooed and giggled. But they knew the show was over for today. Mona and I knew it, too...
We were reclining on chase lounges near our pool the next afternoon when Sandy Evers showed up. She had the run of our house, although Tala had probably let her in.
"God, I wish all I had to do was lie on my ass and look sexy," Sandy said, dryly.
She wore snug shorts and a halter, high-heeled sandals, and she looked good enough to eat. Too bad she didn't go for some cunt sucking. She was missing half the fun.
"We're resting up after a tremendous party yesterday," I cooed.
"Henry Thorn again?" Sandy asked, dropping her pretty ass into a deck chair.
"No, a new one. Some stud, huh, Mona?"
"God, how he can fuck!" Mona giggled. We liked to tease Sandy about men, knowing she was lez from the word go.
"Let's talk about something besides sex," Sandy said. "Have you two got any more leads on Thorn?"
"No," I said. "He was supposed to call me, and never did."
"He's no dummy," Sandy sighed.
Tala swayed out with fresh lemonades, and she had one for Sandy. Sandy looked our maid up and down, as she had before, and it was obvious she wanted to fuck Tala. Tala wore a sarong and very high heels, and she was girl enough to make many a clitoris stiffen. She retreated before Sandy made any kind of pass. Tala was a jewel.
"We were able to steal some of those Philippine vases out of Thorn's warehouse, and not one of them had a false bottom or contained any precious gems," Sandy reported.
"I doubt if he'd leave them lying around," I said.
"Shit," Sandy said in disgust.
I sighed. "You must not be getting any lately, honey"
"Lu fell off the roof and ran into complications," Sandy said, dryly. "Went to my doctor."
"Lots of pussy running around," Mona smiled. "Get yourself a new one."
"I have the afternoon off, and I was hoping you girls would go for a little," Sandy cooed, staring at me. My bikini was very mini. I had to admit to a mild itch, but I really wanted cock. Mona had got the lion's share of it from Carl Wong.
"I'm not in the mood, honey," I said. Mona shook her head, toy. Sandy slipped her lemonade and spread her legs, hoping one of us would take the bait. A really horny good-looking cunt is a great temptation, sure enough.
The phone rang, and I picked up the patio extension. The voice on the other end surprised me, and I felt a twitch in the clit.
"How are you today, Lana?" I was Carl Wong.
"In the pink," I purred. "Are you recovered?"
He laughed. "I rejuvenate quickly. Would you care to go out with me, one on one? You're a very special girl, you know."
I tingled all over. "Sure. When and where?"
We agreed to meet at a cocktail lounge downtown, and I eased the receiver into its cradle. I felt great and evidently showed it.
"I can tell, you're going to get a little tonight," Mona smiled.
"I hope it's a lot," I giggled, stretching my legs. Sandy watched hungrily. She really was in dire need.
"Well, Mona, why don't we entertain ourselves?" Sandy asked.
"Let me think about it, honey," Mona answered.
I had several hours before meeting Carl, and I thought about rubbing cunts with Sandy. No. I'd save myself for Carl. He knew how to play and fuck. My clit was already turning hard.
Why is it a girl likes to go for a stud who already has a hot pussy available? In his case he had three. I can't answer that question. Most girls, knowing a man had plenty of cunt at home, would spit in his eye. Is it competition? Maybe every chick thinks her pussy is special, the way men believe they are all supercock in bed.
The place he suggested meeting is not a fancy dressup spot, so I was in casual clothes. Tight shimmery gold pants and a pink blouse slashed to my navel. Very high heels for that exaggerated leggy look. My blonde hair was in pony-tail, which makes me look younger, maybe even under legal age.
I saw him at a table in the back of the lounge, and swayed toward him. His eyes gleamed. I had created a little stir as I entered, and a lot of eyes followed me to Carl's table.
He stood and bowed politely, holding a chair out for me. You can say what you like about women's lib, but I love to be pampered, waited on. I believe I would have been very much at home if I had been in my youthful prime in the Gay '90s.' No leg shows, but a girl could certainly display her tits.
Just as long as the nipples didn't show. I'm told that men those days prided themselves on knowing how to make a fuck last and last. And a real gentleman jerked his cock out when he went off to save a girl embarrassment.
"Beautiful!" he murmured, seeing that I was properly seated.
"You're looking sexy yourself, Carl," I cooed. He glanced at my slashed blouse and his eyes gleamed. I swayed my shoulders a little so my tits played a peek-a-boo. He grinned in appreciation.
"Should I have invited your sister, too?" he asked, as the voluptuous waitress wiggled nearer.
"No, we have our own lives, Carl," I dimpled. "We aren't into much threesome stuff. I think we outgrew it."
"Good," he said.
I ordered a martini, and he asked for sake. I was feeling slightly reckless, and gin is good in such situations. My clit was itching, my nipples were swelling and I felt simply glorious. We knew we were terrific in bed, and it was just a matter of prolonging the suspense.
"I suppose you frown on my lifestyle," he said.
"No. If I was a man I'd have all the girls at home I could afford." I gave him another peek at my tits. "My sister and I could afford a 'harem' of studs, but men don't get along that well. In fact, I never heard of such a setup."
He smiled. "Men have had it their own way too many centuries, Lana. In a lot of early societies, women were not much better off than slaves."
"Right," I answered. "Mona and I often hire a man or two for an evening. An agency supplies good, clean young studs."
"Wise choice," he grinned. We accepted our drinks from the almost naked waitress, and watched the other customers. "You haven't 'fallen in love' yet, I take it."
I giggled. "We had a wise father. Mona and I have the Eastern outlook on sex, similar to yours. Losing your head over some man is not what smart girls are doing nowadays."
"I like you more all the time," he said. "Another cocktail?"
"No," I murmured. "I'm ready to rumble."
He laughed. He waited while I went to the john and made myself as dainty as possible. We walked out into the balmy evening air of downtown Honolulu, and the charm of it never seemed to fade.
Leading the way into a big hotel, he bypassed the lobby and went to the rear, along the lush carpeted hallway. I hung onto his arm, trembling like a bride on her first night. No 'my place or yours' tonight. He wanted to have me, alone, just me. Very often that's the best way to fuck.
The suite was lavish, done in Hawaiian colors and style. The lights were already dim.
I opened my slashed blouse and let my tits out, parading around in front of him. He grinned, removed his classy sport shirt and expensive trousers. Shoes, too. I knew what was inside his colorful jock shorts, but it was exciting to look at it, hidden.
"Damn, you have sexy breasts," he smiled. He sat on the edge of the bed, admiring my bad. "Should I order more drinks?"
I shook my head. I loosened my fancy pants, drew them down from my hips, and stepped out of them, keeping my heels on. No hose. My panties were as sheer as smoke. I stood in front of him and spread my long legs, arching my cunt at him.
"Beautiful!" he murmured. His cock lump was swelling. His fine, even tan impressed me again. What did he do to make his money? Oh, yes. Importing. I didn't give a damn, my cunt was turning juicy and my nipples were turning hard.
"Oh, show me your cock, stud," I giggled. "And I'll show you some pussy"
"I can already see it," he chuckled.
"Well, it'll be better naked," I said.
We both removed our last garments. I took off my high heels. His prick was up high, a few dew drops showing on the skin-framed knob. He had almost no body hair, a feature I prefer. Some chicks like a hairy ape type. Ugh.
I turned slowly in front of him, doing a modest strip routine, even though I had nothing else to take off. His dark eyes shone, his cock flexed. I was getting a sensational hard on. My clit tip showed pink and stiff at the top of my cunt slit.
"How do you want me, Carl?" I cooed, arching my cunt at him.
"On top. You're excellent there."
"Good!" I breathed. "I have a question. How do these girls of yours learn to come in a squatting position?"
"It's an old Island custom, in some areas," he smiled. He reached out and gently cupped my pussy. "The man can make it last longer. I'm sure you know that."
I shivered and nodded. I was concentrating on feeling. The press of his fingers on my cunt soared my lust. I was almost ready to go off -- already!
He kneaded my tender flesh, pressing the heel of his hand against my sensitive clit peak. I hunched at his fingers, my legs trembling. Luscious tremors chased up my thighs to my cunt.
"Oh, that's good!" I breathed.
He repeated the caress and drew his hand back. He slid to the center of the bed, resting flat on his back, his cock angled sharply across his flat, tanned belly. He smiled and winked.
"It's all yours, Lana," he said. "I know you know what to do with it."
"God!" I said. "Do I!"
Swiftly I crawled on the bed and straddled him. I was shaking and already half-ferverish. A pink flush colored my upper breasts, as if I'd been fucking already. As my cunt touched his cock, I moaned with delight. I teased my wet, puffy cunt lips around on his glans.
"Good," he smiled.
I wanted to suck his prick, but I wanted to fuck it, first! As I nudged his headed knob between my slick, hot labia I uttered a cry of tell-tale pleasure. Lana was about to take prick.
Ummmmm! Nummmmy!
CHAPTER SEVEN
I poised myself for the first cunt stroke, shaking with need.
I lunged downward. His niner sank excruciatingly up in my shivery vagina, my flesh tightened on his meat. Away out!
"Uhhhh -- fuuuuck!" I breathed, jamming his knob up in my cunt as far as it would go. I rested with a great effort. I was only seconds from coming off; I wanted to delay my pleasure, drag it out. Any girl can rush to a climax.
"Very fine," he murmured, undercupping my swollen tits.
I snuggled my long thighs tightly to his sides, leaning down from the waist so he could play with my tits to his heart's content. I guess you already know that some Oriental men are not into mouth kissing. Carl was half and half. Right now that didn't matter.
Carefully I began to fuck. Sting after sting of erotic delight swept through my loins. My nipples stiffened in his fingers. My cock-hungry cunt was loving his prick with little claspings and twitchings. My cock-rubbed clit was hardening for its throb-throb throb. I slowed my strokes, breathing unevenly.
"Excellent control, Lana," he murmured.
"Love it!" I whined. I rested, tasting the thrills, wanting to finish but hating to end this delicious Suspense. I hoped Mona was getting a little with Sandy. My pretty sister liked pussy better than I did.
I began thrusting again. God. I wept to far! I was starting my come fun!
Gasping and shaking I lunged into my fast strokes. Oh, my cunt went apeshit! It was thrashing and clamping around his cock with vivid intensity. I stroked and whimpered and hunched. My clit throbbed, my tits poked out farther.
"Uhhhhh, ohhhhh, fuuuuck!" I yelled. "It's coming real hard!
The room blurred. I was in a come coma and nothing else registered on my senses. My gun fired and fired and fired! When I finally finished my come quivers and slumped forward he caught me and held me snugly against him. My tits bored at his chest. I panted my pleasure. My ass muscled quivered from the effort.
"Very terrific, Lana," he murmured in my hair. "God, it's almost too much for me!" I giggled happily.
"My cock isn't that big," he chuckled.
"I mean, the way I come with you, Carl. Bang, pop, bang!"
He laughed, and his cock quivered in my leaky cunt. "I'm glad I please you, you beautiful blonde sexpot."
I sighed and rested. How neat it is to relax with a good hard prick up in your box! It's there when you want to pop off again, but in the meantime it's so rejuvenating to think about it, and savor the memory of the last orgasm.
I recovered and started thrusting again -- carefully. He smiled and cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples into tender hard rosy peaks. Bounce, bounce, bounce -- pause. Ohhhhh! The tingles shot down my legs, back to my cunt and up to my swollen tits.
The joining was turning pretty wet and slippery, but I wanted another goodie before I mopped up the excess screw juice. It's customary in some circles to keep a conversation going in such erotic circumstances.
"How long have you had your nice girls at home, Carl?" I asked.
"About five years," he said. "I inherited it all from my late father, who built up the present import business."
"How many girls did he keep at home?" I giggled. Fuck, fuck, fuck -- pause. Nnnnnn!
"Usually five or six," he grinned. "When men get older they think they can take care of more women. My mother died early, and he never married again."
I screwed with more purpose. I was not too far form coming.
"My sister and I inherited. most of what we have," I said.
He nodded. I was sure he had done some telephoning since the night before. Businessmen have all kinds of information sources. Lots of money makes almost anything respectable. Who cared if a wealthy merchant had more than one pussy at home?
I started my come thrusts. God, it was delightful! I dallied with it for several honeyed seconds, bouncing and resting, making the nuances as lovely as possible.
"Oh, it's coming again, Carl!" I panted, hunching swiftly.
"Good, come big!" he urged. He 'milked' my tits, causing them to ache with passion.
I hit it. I yelled as the sugary contractions of my cunt swept me into a plane of erotic totality. I pounded his cockhead at my deep-in tender zone. My clit throbbed furiously. I cried out again! I was getting a multiple this time.
"Uhhhh, ohhhhh, fuuucking sonofabitch!" I shouted, still stroking. The twinges were extremely delicious! I hunched through the second wave of throbbing pleasure and slumped down again.
He held me snugly, my tits burning against his chest. He cupped my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh, urging his cock up farther in my quaking cunt.
"Oh, glorious!" I breathed, my clit still quivering in aftermath. While I lie flat like that, with a prick in, the press-down on my clitoris makes for more funnnnn!
We rested. I knew enough about men to realize that even if he didn't shoot, he lost energy. His , prick was not quite at full hardness now. But it was still in, and what could be nicer?
Finally I lifted up and his cock dropped on his belly, wet and shiny with my girl come juice. I sat back on my heels, smiling, hating to move. But my cunt was drooling, it needed some intimate attention. I crawled off the bed and moved into the john.
I dabbed at my cunt, did a few other things to make myself dainty, and looked in one of the tall bathroom mirrors. I was fully turned on. A pink flush extended from my cheeks to my throat and down across my upper breasts. My lips were puffy, like I'd been mouth kissing or sucking cock, and my cunt-lips were pooched away out, some coral inner flesh showing.
Of course, very fair skinned blondes display these signs of arousal more distinctly than darker-hued girls.
I was tender everywhere. A few whips on my sensitive clit and I'd go off instantly. I was glowing with passion. I was high on sex. Not many men had built such a fire inside my body. I can think of nothing prettier than the flush of a victorious girl who has just been efficiently banged. It's super-delish!
After admiring my body a few seconds, I went out into the bedroom.
He was on the phone, speaking in either Chinese or Japanese. I can't tell them apart. He grinned at me and held his hand over the speaking end of the receiver.
He smiled at me admiringly. "Would you like another girl, Lana? I have a most delightful young thing on the line."
"It might be fun," I said. "Sure."
He spoke again, briefly, and dropped the receiver.
I swayed to the bed and sat at his left, on the edge of the luxurious pad. His cock was starting up again. He gripped me around the waist and kissed me on the mouth. Surprise!
I drank it up like elixir. I tongue-stroked his mouth and squeezed his prick. I rubbed my tit peaks against his chest. I was still enjoying it when someone rapped lightly on the door.
He released me and went to answer the knock. He opened the panel, I heard a girlish giggle, and a young mostly Chinese girl entered. She was tiny, a delicate flower of femininity. She wore a halter and very snug shorts. Her coal black eyes shone as she looked me up and down.
"This is Oko, Lana," he said, unconcerned that he was naked, or that I was. Again he sat down on the rim of the bed.
"Delighted," I smiled. She had enough island ancestry to possess full sensual lips, pretty long legs and sweet, pointy tits. A doll. Men with money in Honolulu know where to obtain alluring and willing girls.
She undressed quickly. There was hardly any hair on her cunt. I was sure she was of legal age, but she certainly didn't look it. Orientals are that way, for me. I can't tell ages unless they are very old or extremely infantile.
Giggling, she sank to her knees in front of Carl and cuddled his enlarging cock. Leaning forward, she guided his cockhead across her cute, jutting and dark-nippled tits. Trails of male cock slickum showed on her thrusty breasts.
"Nice," he grinned.
"Oh, let me suck it!" Oko exclaimed.
"Maybe later," he said. "Why don't you and Lana get it on? That'll give me a rest."
"I'd love that!" Oko gushed, staring at my nude body. "You like lots of pussy, Lana?"
"If it's hot and slick and comes good," I purred. Oko laughed. "I have one of those kind. Come on and play with me and I'll show you."
I pointed at a love seat and she wiggled right over there. She sat down, legs apart, waiting for my preference. Carl stretched out on his back on the bed. Perhaps he did need a cunt rest. He watched as I looked down at Oko and enjoyed the sweet contours of her youthful body.
I'd had just a sample of mouth and tongue stuff, and I wanted more. I sank down at Oko's right and slid my left arm around her tiny waist. She cooed and squirmed and held up her rosy red full-pout lips. I cupped a tittie and brushed my mouth into hers.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, her tongue shooting out, into my eager lips. I teased her perky little nipples, felt her shiver of joy, and enjoyed her mouth and tongue. This dainty fox went for it like a duck to water.
Show me a girl who doesn't like mouth kissing, and I'll show you a dud.
We wrestled. tongues and traded spit. It was thoroughly delightful. If she was paid for it didn't seem to matter; she was hungry. Some whores dearly love their work, you know. Some feel an obligation to some as often as possible for their johns.
There is a certain basic honesty about whoring. The girl is not working out a new home, a new car and security. She is being paid a fee for a service. 'The ones to watch are these clever little pretenders who have dollar signs in their eyes and a cute body to trade for what they want -- legally, in marriage. That is what I call suburban-type whoring.
When I fit my hand down between Oko's pretty, long thighs, she spread her legs very wide and tipped her cunt up for my enjoyment, and hers. It was a soft, silky kind of puss, already wet along the slit. She whined and jiggled her ass swiftly against my hand.
I jerked my fingers away. I didn't want her coming off too soon. I wanted to make her beg for it. Her lips came unglued.
"Oh, please!" she begged.
"you're not that hot yet, are you, honey?" I teased.
"Yesss!" she murmured.
I heard Carl's chuckle of amusement. I placed my hand back on her pussy, pressing the heel of my paw against her clittie. She shivered, thrusting slowly. She had a delightful stroking movement. Some girls simply can't get that ass in gear. The butt should be as limber as a willow switch.
"Okay, go for it, Oko," I murmured. I squeezed her cunt.
She whimpered and bucked furiously. The loveseat springs creaked, her butt bounced. I felt the swift tremors of her climax. She squealed. The shivers of her orgasm were vivid. She went off really big for a girl so young.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she gasped, stroking into her aftermath. "Oh, Lana! You make it so goooood!"
"I love a hot, wet pussy," I said. My own box was leaking fuck juice again.
She sighed, resting. I teased her little clit spike, coaxing it into standup alertness. She trembled, spreading her legs again.
"Do you like to eat pussy, Oko?" I asked.
"I'd sure love to eat yours, Lana!" she breathed.
"Well, it's down there waiting, honey," I said.
She pressed my hand tightly to her cunt, then moved down on her knees in front of me. I opened my thighs, angling my crotch up and out. With sucking cunt I'd rather be the eatee than the eator. Sinking back and letting a sexy girl pull the thrills from your cunny is a lovely experience.
Oko went right after it. Oriental girls have a directness I like. If they love something they don't mind showing it.
Her lips kissed up and down my puffed-out crevice, her tongue dipped in, then out, and I could feel her sipping my cunt juice. She didn't grip my ass. Her hands came up to my tits, and she fondled them as only a clever girl can.
Her silky lips closed on my tender clitoris and the stings of pleasure drew a gasp from my lips.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!"
She left thy girlie cock and moved her mouth lower. Her go-go tongue invaded my cunt hole. She stabbed it deep, then whipped it back and forth. I shook with lust. She was prolific. Her probe went for my urethra and the walls of my outer vagina. I was having my kicks, and savoring every one!
I somehow tipped my crotch even higher, and her blading tongue stroked deeper. I was heading for a really big go-off. Carl watched with obvious interest, his prick almost full sized again.
"Make it come, baby!" I cried softly.. "This cunt is ready!"
Her hands left my tits, she slid them beneath my ass, and her mouth fastened snugly to my quivering cunt. Her tongue stroked and swirled. Stings of erotic delight spread through my lower body. I gripped my own breasts, feeling the achy need for my come shot.
She didn't fart around with me. She sucked right up to my crest and I moaned fiercely as the pounds of my orgasm raked my loins, my cunt and tits. I kicked and writhed. I drank in the joyful nuances, the twinges of pure sexual pleasure.
She finished by fastening her silky lips around my super-tender clit. The last thrills were utterly neat-o. I softened, legs still wide apart, my tits rising and falling with my uneven breathing. I hadn't been gnawed in the cunt so efficiently in a long time.
She lifted her head and licked the excess cunt juice from her mouth. She adored the taste of my pussy wetness.
"You like it, huh?" she giggled.
"God!" I said. "I went off really hard."
Oko rose to her feet. Her pretty little cunt was bloomed out, dripping wetness down her thighs. She looked appealingly over at Carl. He grinned and curled a finger at her.
She raced to the bed and clambered quickly above him. Her joyous chirps and cooings were pleasant to hear. She didn't squat, though, She straddles him the way I straddle a man. They spoke in Chinese, and both laughed.
I had a side view and couldn't see her take his prick up in her cunt, but I could see her face and the look of utter delight that transformed it as her cute all lowered.
"Yeahhhh!" Carl said, as she started rotating her ass, wiggling her pointy little tits in his holding hands. A delicate Oriental flower being pleased by a big, virile stud. She bounced a few times and rested, of course.
I wouldn't ask questions about Oko. It was understood that she was clean and fresh and experienced. After all, I had an agency that could supply such appealing young pussy, or good looking joy boys. Maybe Carl had called the same number I often did.
Watching Oko I felt a strong envy. Mona and I certainly hadn't known that much at such a tender age. Of course, she had to be eighteen. At that age my sister and I were pretty stupid about fucking. Even after our father had given us books to read and sent us to a 'liberated' doctor, the real bedroom know-how was not at our fingertips.
Okay, you like a guy and want to give him a little. You assume he knows the ropes. How disappointing that first time when the guy got his balls in a big uproar and shot his wad out in the air.
Mona, in the other bedroom, was apparently not having much luck, either. We had picked them up at a dance on a nearby college campus. Neither of us made the scene. We ended the evening by masturbating in front of a mirror. Stupid damn college punks!
You know what we finally did? Dad had a business associate we twins both liked. He was around fifty at the time. We lured him to a motel and he taught us our first lessons in girl-man fucking. We had done our share of pussy-rubbing, mostly with other chicks. This older guy banged us both really hard.
Hell, he had us in the motel all one afternoon. Whooeeee!
When we moved from Santa Barbara to Hawaii, everything changed. We soon learned that most Island men knew what to do with an itchy cunt. Dad had his fatal heart attack when Mona and I were nineteen. Since shortly after that shock, we had loved and lived like queens.
Oko was getting her first cock-in-cunt climax.
She cried out shrilly, her pretty body vibrated dramatically as she bobbed and bounced, lunging at Carl's cock like it was the last one on earth. With her head arched back and her face twisted with lust, she went off at least three times in a row, bang, bang, bang.
I could see that Carl was tempted. He held back with quite an effort. At last Oko quieted and they conversed again in Chinese. Her giggles were joyful, pleasant. She probably didn't know what the word 'hangup' meant.
Believe me, Mona and I went through hell to finally reach a state of truth and openness about sex. Our first tentative pussy rubs were done in the dark, secret gropings, ridiculous beliefs about what to do. Like most girls growing up, we had masturbated so much that the real thing, even girl screwing, was awkward.
We had seen too many young girls, with no knowledge about sex, get knocked up, even in junior high. A pitiful state of affairs. I guess you know what Mona and I did after Dad died. We had our tubes tied. How can a girl enjoy a fuck with an awful fear riding along? Bull-shiiit!
I sighed and waited for Oko to dismount. I needed prick.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I had Carl's cock back up in my cunt.
Oko rested on her back at his left, legs opened wide, her pretty wet cunt exposed for whatever purpose we might want.
"You're so beautiful up there fucking," Oko giggled.
"I can't think of anything I like better," I cooed, thrusting with more vigor.
Honeyed thrills spread in my clit, along my legs and back to my clasping, cock-filled cunny. Carl chuckled and played with my swollen tits.
Oko slid her right hand down to her pussy and started fooling around with it. She spread her labia far apart to expose her stiff, pink little clit. She tensed it and shivered. She toyed with the base of it, upfucking.
"Ohhhh, that's good!" she giggled.
"You should have a dildo," I said. "Are there any here in this suite, Carl?"
"No, but I could call room service and get one," he said.
"I'm okay," Oko said. "I'm gonna come right away. Uhhhh!" Her left hand went to her titties, her expression showed her pleasure. Her clit was as stiff as my own girl pecker.
"Come, Oko," Carl smiled, looked over at her.
"Oh, not yet!" she breathed. "It's so nice this way."
"I've had some real big ones on my fingers," I said.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, thrusting her hips swiftly. She had a finger on each side of her clit, and she hunched against her hand. Slower, faster, slower. She was playing it out as long as possible. Mona and I had't even learned how to drag out the pleasure until we'd been introduced to the practice in Hawaii. I mean, during masturbation.
We had developed the habit of rushing into the orgasm as quickly as possible. Of course, when you bang it several times, the relief happens. We had watched our first maid, before Tala, play with her body via our one-way peeping window.
It had been a revelation. That plump Island chick had demonstrated what should be done with a horny cunt. Play and tease, then wait. Fondle the tits, wait some more. Place the pussy against a pillow and thrust. Practice fucking.
She had dragged out her first orgasm almost twenty minutes. When she finally went off she almost flipped off the bed. Some scene! Mona and I, watching, had already gone off three times apiece. It took us a while to learn. We practiced facing each other, or facing a mirror.
You get so far along, and you want to get right into it! Well, sometimes a fastie is the best thing. Like at the beach, out in the water, or in a public john with the chamber door closed. Very often a quickie will do the trick until you get home, or find a date.
Finally Oko had her goodies. She whimpered, her fingers flew on her clit, and I watched it throb and tense and throb. She writhed and kicked and cried out as the beats of her come raked her delicate young body.
She did all this openly, with joyous enthusiasm. No shame or bashfulness.
Her dramatic display started my own fun trip. I stroked on Carl's cock, catching a swift cadence, shaking with need. I watched his face and knew I was getting what Oko hadn't. I was pulling his fuck load!
I couldn't halt the rapid climb of my lust. He shuddered, his prick flexed and began to throb. God, that's where it's at.
"Uh, uh, uuhhhhh!" I cried. "Oh, come in my cunt!"
He was already spurting. I felt my cunt answer with hard, quick clenches. Talk about getting offfff. I went wild. I bounced and bobbed and heaved. I lost track of events for a while. My spasming cunt and the riot of sensations blacked out everything else. I was a coming cunt, I was doing what I loved most...
"You look like you needed a vacation, Lana," my sister said over coffee the next morning.
"Oh, it was just a very active evening," I smiled. "I'll get over it fast."
Mona sighed. "Sandy talked me into fucking. She was really horny, so it wasn't all that bad. Incidentally, Tala disappeared. You know how those beautiful girls are -- here one day and gone the next."
"We'll have to get a new maid, then," I said.
"Brilliant deduction," she answered dryly. "In fact I called the agency and they are sending a girl around. Highly recommended.
"I wonder if she puts out," I said. How that Carl could fuck. My cunt twitched at the memory of him. And Oko had been delightful. Carl had promised to call again. I didn't have his home number, but I knew where he lived, natch.
I would not get hung up on him. Being number four girl is not my idea of having a steady man friend. You like to think that you're Miss Big. That he simply can't live without you.
The doorbell chimes rang, and Mona went to answer them.
I had more coffee. My nerves were indeed a bit ragged. How many times had I fired my fun gun, anyway?
Before I could answer myself Mona appeared with the girl the agency had sent over. Beautiful! She wore tight red pants and a fitted jersey. Dark haired native type, sensual and outgoing. Young. The people at the agency knew we were particular.
"Oh, hi!" she said brightly. "I'm Mari. From the big island. I've had experience being a maid."
I smiled. "Well, you can try out for a week, and we'll see."
"I thought you'd like her," Mona said. "Bring your things in, Mari, and I'll show you your quarters "
I watched her ass-twitch her way out of the room, and felt a tingle. Yes, she would fuck. She knew our preferences. No pussy rubbing today, however. Not for me. I was what is known as being 'shot out.'
I tried to call Henry Thorn at his business address. Sorry, but he was out of town. Mona and I had not done much to catch a jewel smuggler. I had been too busy enjoying sex.
The trouble with nailing a guy like Thorn is that he has to be caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Certain types of big shot businessmen work like the Mob. Let some underling do the risky work. Boss man sits back with an ironclad alibi.
The file on Thorn was complicated. He had things going in several legitimate enterprises, aside from his importing thing. Rich men diversify. They have setups for 'washing' under-the-table money. They have Swiss bank accounts. They can hire the best attorneys.
I am aware of how these things work because our father was extremely wealthy, and I doubt if all of his dealings were on the up and up. The thing is, don't get caught.
Mona came back and sat out our patio table again. She had fresh coffee.
"Mari seems almost too good to be true," Mona said.
"What do you mean, Sis?" I asked.
"What's a sexy, bright and clever girl like her doing working as a maid?" she said.
"Maybe she's in debt. Or more likely supporting some lazy bum who rings her bell just right." I sighed. "I'm certainly glad we never go overboard for 'love. "
"Let's activate the bug in her bedroom," Mona said. "We can't eavesdrop all the time, but I think we should give it a go."
I nodded. "You mean, like that Thorn might be paying her to find out what we're up to?"
"It crossed my mind," Mona said,
"Let's find out," I said. "Did she try to give you a few feels? Did she flirt?"
"Oh, definitely, the latter. She says she hasn't been getting enough lately. She figures we both like pussy."
"True," I said. "Do you think we'll ever find a live-in we can both go for, a real stud with brains?" She shrugged. "Let's keep trying!"
* * *
Two days later Mona overheard her making a call to some man whose voice my sister didn't recognize. We always give our maid a private line, but we don't tell her we can listen in on it. Mari was a spy, all right. Thorn's name was not mentioned, but it didn't have to be.
Mona and I called Mari in for a bit of conversation.
"How do you like it here, Mari?" I asked. We were in the living room and Mona and I wore bikinis, as we planned to take a swim in the pool.
"Oh, it's lovely!" Mari cooed. She wore shorts and halter, and her sensational body was cleanly delineated.
"Sit down a minute, honey," Mona smiled. "You said the other day you hadn't been getting any. Still starved for a six bout?"
"Well, yes," she smiled. Her dark eyes flicked over my bod and Mona's bod.
"We're a little horny, too," I purred, spreading my thighs. "Let's have a party."
"Good!" she trilled, clapping her hands. If it was put on she was damn clever. "Why don't I dance for you, huh?"
"Love it," Mona said. "Of course we can call out and get a good husky stud. Want some prick tossed in?"
"Oh, whatever you girls want," she said, rising to her feet.
"I feel like having a guy," I said. "You do your dance, honey, and I'll make a phone call."
She giggled, she unfastened her halter and dropped her shorts. Underneath was a pair of very tiny panties. Her dark cunt bush showed through, and I felt a twitch in the clit. Her tits were coned-like, sharply peaked. Terrific.
I dialed a familiar number, talked to a woman who had men for hire, and she said she'd send one right out. She always guaranteed good, clean young stallions. Price was no problem. Our tax man wrote most of the stud fees off as 'entertainment'
I ask you, now -- what is more entertaining for eager girls than a good stiff cock?
Returning to my place on the sofa, I watched Mari do her puss and tittie show. She was pretty damn good. Mona had already slipped off her bikini, so I did the same. We sprawled out so Mari could see our cunts.
She made it quite tame at first, but in a few seconds she was undulating her pretty ass in a more exciting manner. She stood in front of us, opened her legs and started a 'dry fuck' routine.
"Show us your clit, honey," Mona giggled.
Her hands went to her crotch and she spread the labia away from her upper cunt slit. It was a strong clittie, thick and well developed. She hunched suggestively.
The doorbell rang. Quick service! When you pay as much as we do for our pleasures, you get action. I watched Mona reach for Mari's cunt, and went to answer the doorbell chimes.
The guy was not more than twenty, if that. He was good-looking, dressed well, and had a fine, white-toothed smile. The lump in his pants was agreeably large.
"I'm Don," he said. "You called?"
"Right," I smiled. That I was naked didn't appear to bug him at all. I let him in and slid my right hand down over his buns. Nummmmy. On the walk to the living room I gave him the first names he would need to know. He grinned.
Mona had a finger up Mari's cunt and the maid was thrusting on it, waving her tits and giggling. She looked at Don and her giggles grew louder. Mona stopped her finger-fuck deal and stared at our male whore.
"This is going to be funnn!" Mona exclaimed.
I introduced Don, and both girls moved over to touch and feel him. Mona had his pants open in seconds, and Mari was helping him remove his sport shirt. Much girlish laughter.
"Oh, look at this cock!" Mona said. His prick was in full view, and it was a good thick niner. My clit stiffened. I was fully recovered from my bout with Carl Wong and tiny hot Oko. I needed cock and lots of it.
"You girls go ahead with your pussy fun," I cooed. "I get Don first."
"Ah, hell," Mona sighed, letting go of his prick.
Mari moved up behind Mona and cupped her tits. Mari said: "Come on over on that low couch, honey. I need a fuck."
The couch Mari mentioned has quite a rep in our household. It is a bed with large pillows, over against the wall, very pneumatic, ideal for sex. To the casual observer it is just decoration. Mona and I both had had some delightful sex on that couch.
I drew Don down on the sofa. He was now naked, like me, and it was time for some body explorations.
I prefer to start in the popular position, me at the guy's right, my right hand on his prick. With his left arm around my waist, he can use his right hand for pussy and tit fondling. He kissed me on the mouth and palmed a breast and I softened back, enjoying the feel of a new young stallion with a nice big cock. His tongue was lazy and clever.
Playing with his prick, I watched Mari and Mona start their fun trip. Mona was getting ready to eat the maid, and Mari acted extremely willing. Mona is an expert with her mouth and tongue.
Don had the traditional Hawaiian tan, so deep that his true flesh tone showed only where he had worn swim trunks. I figured he must work on or near the beach.
I squeezed his prick and shivered as he cupped my tits and drove his tongue in and out of my hungry mouth. Fuck dew was gathering on his prickhead, tightly framed by his foreskin. I spread the clear juice around on his glans. He trembled.
When he finally reached down for my cunt, it was wet and already expanding. Watching Mona eat pussy really stimulates me. Mari was cupped her own tits, a glazed expression on her pretty face. A faint sucking noise reached my ears. Go, Mona, go!
Don eased a finger into my cunt, and I whined, thrusting at his prick. He had a long middle finger and it was reaching away up in my box. Our mouths came apart and he brought his head down to my boobs. Love it!
"Easy with my nipples, baby," I murmured.
"Mmmmmm," he answered, nibbling carefully. His fingers stroked in my cunt. My membranes clamped on his probe, he trembled, taking my other nipple in his lips. As he bladed his finger in and out of my juicy cunt, my inner flesh tightened delectably.
His head lifted. "Damn, that's some busy pussy."
"It loves to clamp around a prick," I giggled.
His cock flexed in my teasing fingers, his hips curled toward my hand. The activity of my inner cunt was getting to him. I wouldn't worry about a premature ejaculation, because he could surely squirt two or three loads of jism.
Very often these young virile guys are better fucking after they shoot that first big wad. It takes time to get off another shot.
"On the floor, stud," I suggested. "On your back."
"Yeah," he said. He stood with difficulty. He stretched out on the carpet and I moved down above him. His cock angled across his deeply tanned belly, leaking fuck juice down the underslant. I quaked with anticipation.
Finding his knob with my puffing cunt lips, I snuggled them around his cockhead. I gasped with delight. I don't care how often I take cock, feeling it go in the first time is what makes Lana tick. I suppose if I lived with a guy for years the 'new' would wear off.
I stroked down carefully, pushing his meat far up in my cunt. My flesh tightened sensuously and he shuddered. My cunt twitched.
"Jeeeesus!" he muttered.
"Isn't this better than a finger?" I giggled.
"Yeahhhh!" he said, cradling my tits in his hands. "Man, I never felt a pussy like yours!"
"Well, enjoy it," I said, hunching.
He shuddered again, his cock flexed, and his face contorted. He had reached his limit. He moaned, his hips lurched upward and I stroked swiftly to my own peak. I was not going to miss coming off when he shot his load.
"Ughhhhh!" he cried. His cock throbbed, and my cunt answered with heavenly little tightenings. My clit tensed and ,pulsed and I shouted as the goodies rolled through my loins, my ass and tits. I fucked until the best sensations diminished, then rested, breathing hard from my exciting exertions.
He rested, eyes closed, his prick still rigid in my twitching cunt. I squirmed playfully. Over on the couch Mona was still sipping and nibbling at Mari's uptilted cunt. Mari held her own breasts in her hands. An expression of intense pleasure showed on her pretty face. The clever young spy was enjoying a bonus.
Henry Thorn really respected my sister and me. He had gone this far, trying to find out how much we knew about his operation. He surely knew by now that we were not bound by conventional police methods. In performing out work for society we took short cuts. There was danger, too.
He could send some goons around to break a knee or damage a face. We were not playing little league stuff.
Suddenly Mari was having her goodies. She whimpered, her legs jerked and Mona kept going on gnawing at the maid's cunt.
"Ohhh, oh, ohhh!" Mari cried, her arms flopping on the couch. "Oh, Mona! Uhhhhh!"
Just as Mari finished her come ride, Mona slid up between the maid's pretty thighs. Their cunts joined. Mona started thrusting in slow cadence. She had such a sweet, easy hip motion. She loved new pussy.
Their mouths jolted together, their tits mashed close, and Mari hunched upward as Mona stroked down and in. Don couldn't see the couch, but he could hear the springs sighing. Parties were no novelty to him.
I started fucking. Don grinned, holding my tits snugly. I didn't mind the oozy flow of spent semen around the mouth of my cunt. I just hated to break the connections.
"You're good, Lana," he said.
"I love to be good at what I like best," I giggled.
"I hope you ask for me again," he smiled.
"Oh, I will, Don," I lied. Or maybe I would, after all. My agency had dozens of young, healthy studs looking for part time work. Considering the size of the fee Mona and I paid for each cock, I didn't wonder that plenty of virile males were available.
I would have to have to talk with the agency that had sent me Mari. I didn't want any more spies. In this day and age of selling secrets, you just never know.
Humping right up to the edge of my climax, I rested. I waved my tits in his hands, I hugged him with my long thighs. I clenched my cunt on his prick. The delirious sensations filled my cup of need, but the cup has to run over before I get enough.
From the couch came sounds of girls having their goodies. Little whimpers, cries and couch creakings. Mona always put out a competent piece of ass.
Don trembled, I felt the nuts pulling up, and I went for it.
"Uhhhhh -- fuuuuuck!" I cried, swinging into my short strokes. My cunt clenched in honeyed cadence, my clit pulsed, and my tits hardened. The throb of his prick as he unloaded made the scene utterly neat. His groan was music in my ears. His face twisted, he upfucked. His hands dug into my ass, increasing my pleasure.
"Yeahhhhh," he muttered, relaxing.
"I adore it," I cooed, loosening his hands on my tits. I dropped my upper body downward and snugged my boobs on his chest. His prick was still half-hard, but I knew he would probably need a recess to recover. My sucking, clenching cunt draws a lot of jism from a pair of balls.
CHAPTER NINE
Half an hour later, after a clean-up, Mona and I traded partners. Only my sister didn't want to fuck on the floor. She and Don went to a bedroom.
Resting beside Mari on the wide living room couch, I began playing with her cunt.
"So, you like it here, do you, honey?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!" she giggled. "I wondered when you twins would get around to screwing me."
I played a finger up and down her crevice and stopped at her clit. It was average size, and she trembled when I caressed the flesh around it.
"You're a very bright girl to be doing maid work," I said.
"I'm lazy," she purred, angling her crotch up toward my hand. "The woman at the agency said you twins were easy to work for, and the wages are good."
I nodded and slipped a finger smoothly into her cunny. It was fine and slick after Mona had eaten it and had made her come. She shivered and spread her thighs farther apart.
"Oh, that's good!" she giggled.
"Did you ever act as a maid for Henry Thorn?" I asked.
She froze, for just an instant. Then she giggled again. "Nooo. Should I know him?"
"I heard a rumor," I said. "Don't let me drive you away, honey, but I know damn well you're here spying for Thorn. you can get your things together and get your ass out as soon as possible. Okay?"
She stiffened and snatched my hand from her cunt. "You wise slut! You'll never catch him!"
"Fuck you, too," I said, dryly. I left the couch and went along the hallway to the bedroom Mona and Don were occupying. They were trading saliva and cock and cunt caresses. As I came in the room, they looked at me.
"I thought you were going to fuck Mari," Mona said.
"I changed my mind," I said. "I ran her off, and you know why, dear sister."
She nodded. Don certainly didn't have to know anything about Mari or Henry Thorn. He was here for one purpose, to give two horny sisters plenty of hard, steady cock.
"I got at her, anyway," Mona smiled, fondling Don't prick. "I've had better and I've had worse."
I let that pass and crawled down on the bed. Don rested at Mona's right, and I settled at his right. My hand joined hers on his swelling cock. My cunt was leaking juice, I had another sweet, itchy hard-on.
"It's my turn," Mona reminded me.
"Right," I said. "I love to watch you fuck, Sis."
"I like this," Don grinned. He fit a hand on Mona's cunt and his other hand on my cunt.
"Men always like having two girls in bed," I said. "Even when they get so old they can barely get it up."
"Jesus, I hate to think about getting that old," Don said. "My father was still fucking at the age of seventy."
"Good for him!" I laughed.
"Well, you won't have to waste any time now," Mona breathed. His hand was kneading her puffed-out cunt. "You want me on top or underneath?"
"Hey, it's your party, girls," Don smiled.
Mona crab-legged her way over on top of him. She teased her cunt around on his cockhead, her long legs wide apart. Don held her tits, tweaking the nipples. Mona shivered, finally glued her cunt lips to his cockhead and pushed her ass down. His rigid prick vanished up in her cunt.
"Uhhh -- ohhhh!" she breathed.
"Goooood pussy!" Don said.
"We twins have tight, active cunts," I giggled.
"Yeah, I found out yours was," Don said, glancing over at me. Mona stroked her ass and Don't face grew taut. "Jeeeesus, this cunt is tight, too!"
"We believe in putting out a good piece of ass," I said. "The better it is for the guy the better it is for us." He nodded. He was having trouble saving his second load., finally Mona slowed her strokes and rested, a Warm smile on her full, red lips.
I rolled over to the edge of the bed, opened the top drawer of the night stand and drew out a dildo. Don looked at it and grinned. It was a non-vibrating model with a thick, ten-inch shaft and a firm-grip handle. If you can buy a sex gadget in Japan you can buy it in Honolulu.
Sprawling out, with my legs apart and my cunt angled upward, I brought the dildo head down to my slit and pushed it slowly into my cunt. They both watched me.
"Goody, goody," I smiled, pumping the cock slowly.
"Damn it, Lana, it can't be that good," Mona said. "I can't get much out of one of those -- fakes."
"It's the point of view," I giggled. "This has a built-in heater, which I just turned on. It's hard and warm and slick with my cunt juice. What else does a cock have?"
"Oh, damn!" Mona cried, thrusting swiftly. "I knew it -- it turns me on to watch you! Uhhhhh! I'm coming, Don! Hold my tits tight! Uhhhhh!"
Don growled in his throat, his face contorted, and he yelled as he began to unload his seed. I was not ready yet, but Mona certainly was. She stroked and bucked and her head went back. She cried out sharply, her ass was a blur of erotic movements.
"Ohhh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she wailed, still humping.
"That's the way to come!" Don muttered. He was through with his shot, but he was still hard enough for my sister to finish enjoying her fade-away thrills. She slowed her attach and finally rested, dropping her swollen tits down on his chest.
"Damn!" she panted. Her eyes closed, she relaxed in a glut of sexual satisfaction. She was so damned beautiful. You take a girl that's getting it steady or see her right after a good fuckout, and she always looks sexier and prettier.
Too many girls don't realize that steady fucking and taking loads of rich semen are the best complexion cures in the whole world.
Now it was my turn to go off. I pumped and rested, I stroked and dallied. It was turning on high. I mean my cunt, of course. I had to show off a little. I had to demonstrate that I didn't have to have real cock to enjoy myself.
"Oh, come on and get yourself off," Mona said.
"I will when I get good and ready," I dimpled. Stroke, stroke, stroke -- pause. "Ohhhhh, that's good!" Don watched with great interest. I don't know why men like to see a girl masturbate. Maybe the guy feels the girl has come 'down to his level.' Everybody knows that guys start pumping their pricks at ten or eleven or even earlier.
Girls have always been more secretive. Our father used to believe that 'nice' girls didn't touch themselves. Who is kidding who? Mona and I were experimenting at age twelve. We started having really good climaxes in a few weeks. It was funnnn!
One of the best weekends I ever had was with an older guy, a friend of father's, who always asked me to play with my tits and pussy. The show got him up really big and hard. Then, after I climbed on top and got his prick up in my snatch, he'd ask me to fondle my clit until I was almost ready to come. Neat!
I pumped the dildo and paused. I could see that Don was turning on again. Mona sat up on his cock and giggled.
"Don, honey, it's getting stiff!"
"Riiight," he said, still watching my fuck myself. Mona began thrusting, so his cock was hard enough for that.
"You going to make it soon, Sis?" I asked. "I'll want if you are."
"Uhhh, I -- don't know -- yet, Lana," Mona said, her voice shaky. "Oh, Don! Yes, push it up for me! Uhhhhh!"
I knew the signs. She was getting there quickly. Her ass movements quickened. She whined as he gripped her tits.
"Come on, baby," I urged. "I'm ready! Come, Mona! Get your cunt offff!"
That did it. She shuddered and cried out, her ass whipped up and down, and the vivid climactic tremors ran through her lovely body.
I cried out myself. The twinges of orgasm were delightfully erotic. My cunt clamped around the dildo as if it was the real thing. I bucked my ass and stroked the imitation cock. I felt the sugary after waves of relief about the same time Mona had them.
Don looked popped. He winced a little as Mona ended her hunches and dropped her tits back on his chest. His arms were lax on the bed. We sisters looked at each other and smiled. Don was okay. We would ask for him again...
The following afternoon, Mona and I were out by our pool, relaxing after an invigorating swim. The agency I usually called for domestic help had promised that the girl they were sending was on the up and up. I hoped so. We had called in a housecleaning service for the heavy work, but we were used to having a maid.
The front doorbell chimes rang, and I got off my ass and went to answer.
The girl standing there smiling at me was big. Not far or out of shape. She was well built, young and pleasant. Island mix of ancestries, as usual. She surveyed my almost nude body with obvious admiration. She would fuck.
"I'm Trudi," she said. She handed me the slip from the agency.
"Come in," I said. "You look capable. Let's go out by the pool. My twin sister would like to meet you, Trudi."
She smiled and followed me. She had an interesting hips sway. Her tits were big and shapely under her colorful blouse. Coal black hair, flashing white teeth. She oozed sensuality. No rings on her fingers. Her dressy pants delineated a fine, generous ass. I noticed that her age was listed as twenty-three.
"What a beautiful big house!" she said, gazing around.
I smiled and we moved out on the patio. Mona stood and held out her hand. I knew she would like Trudi, we always seemed to go for the same kind of pussy, whether friend or bedmate.
"Nice," Mona smiled. "Sit and relax a while."
She settled into a deck chair between us, and we visited a while. Girl talk, you know. Her things were out in her car, which was parked in the driveway. She had grown up in the Big Island, she had come to Honolulu to go to the university.
We said that was fine. Never knock a girl who's trying to get ahead.
"One thing we won't allow is boyfriends on the grounds or in the house," I said.
"I don't have one," she said. "Girls my size are not exactly in demand. Most guys like those little cutie pies."
"We are aware of that," I said. "We are taller than average. Incidentally, do you enjoy girls once in a while?"
You can't tell when a dusky Island girl blushes. I was certain she didn't. She laughed. "Sure, if I like her."
"Well, around here, let your conscience be your guide, Trudi," Mona said. "We like pussy, too." We all laughed.
"I'm sure I'm going to like it here," she smiled.
Mona took her inside and I went to answer the front door. Sandy Evers stood there, looking good in a new form-fitting outfit. She stared holes in my tits and cunt, jerked her eyes away.
We moved out to the patio and she dropped her cute ass in the chair Trudi had used.
"We have a problem," she said. "I wish you'd been more diplomatic with that Mari"
"Fuck that," I said. "A damn spy in our midst, hired by Thorn. Mona and I may dump the whole police co-op setup."
Sandy squirmed in the chair. "Please don't do that, Lana. We can put you on another assignment. Thorn is getting his senator friend in on the deal. The pressure is climbing. Hands off. Unless something about him just drops in your laps."
"Just remember, Sandy, this is donation work. Mona and I don't want a dime of your money, not even for expenses. We need time for our hobbies."
"I know," Sandy sighed. "Men and girls."
"Tell me what is more fun than fucking, honey," I laughed. "And my sister and I may change our lifestyle."
Sandy shook her head. "That big girl I saw -- your new maid?"
"Yes, and she should be very much okay," I smiled. I pushed my tits out and squirmed my ass in my chair.
"God, I wish all I had to do was enjoy myself," she said. "Are you interested in this new assignment I have for you?"
"Well, what is it?" I asked.
"Locating a missing girl. Her parents are in L.A. and very wealthy. Her name is Toni Larson, age about twenty-six and very beautiful. Originally a redhead."
"It will give us something to do," I said. "Leave the file on her, and we can study it."
Sandy nodded. She lowered her voice. "Lana, when are you going to fuck me again? I'm hard up as hell!"
"It's your own fault, honey. Diversity. Hump a few guys, and you may learn to love it."
She made a face. "All that sweating and straining, all that grunting and squirting. Ugh!"
I laughed. "That's the best part, when they start going off."
She moved to her feet. She opened attache case and dug out the file on Toni Larson. I stood and moved in close. I fit my right hand on her cunt mound and kissed her on the mouth.
She gasped and bellied right in, shivering. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, her arms clamped around my neck. I wiggled my palm on the cunt curve. She arched it forward, pushing her covered tits at my breasts. She's a very sexy, good looking pussy.
I felt the rich urgency inside her. I tore my lips free.
"Take me in a bedroom, Lana," she breathed. "Please!"
"Okay, okay," I said. "Come on. Mona is getting the new maid settled in."
We moved along the hallway to a spare bedroom. I followed her inside and locked the door. She had her blouse and pants off in seconds. I dropped my bikini pieces. With heels and half nylons still on, she scrambled on the bed, on her back, her shapely legs opened, her tits pushing up high.
"God, you look wonderful!" she breathed. "Steady sex does that for me," I giggled.
I moved over above her. "I'd like to eat you sometimes, Sandy."
"I -- please, Lana! You know I don't like it -- "
"Okay, so here comes my cunt," I said, lowering my snatch to hers. She pushed it right up, trembling with need. Her tits drew my mouth. She whined as I nuzzled her breast cones and hunched my cunt into hers. She was a very smart police officer, but she certainly limited her sex options. Some lezzies expected to be eaten. Sandy had failed at marriage, and she would never find a real live-in girl unless she changed her narrow ways.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, bucking upward. I felt the stiff little clit pressing into mine.
"Easy, baby," I murmured around a nipple. "The slower it comes the better."
"It's been so damn long!" she whispered tautly. "Jesus, play with it once in a while, Sandy," I said.
She didn't hear me. She was totally involved in her pleasure. I cannot understand these women who become so frustrated they act slightly crazy. Sure, the real thing is better, but getting your own rocks busted can be very satisfying.
I bounced and hunched and rested. Her cunt was juicer than mine, and I enjoyed the slippery, cloying connection. Her fingers dug into my back, her legs swung back farther, like she wanted more cock. Of course I don't have one.
I was getting interested. My clit tensed and stiffened for the goody shot. Sandy's eyes were closed, she had stopped trying to fuck up at my cunt; she was letting me draw the thrills.
"Ohhhh, do it, honey!" she breathed. "Make me come!"
I waited a few seconds, teasing her, and went into my come-off thrusts. Uhhhh, yesss. Nnnnnn. Ohhhh, fuck, it was going to be a big one. I whipped my cunt at hers and cried out.
She squealed. Her cunt mouth twitched, her clit throbbed. She arched her tits high and pushed her cunt even higher. I felt the honeyed twinges of my release and settled down on her fine, firm body. I do adore pleasing my close friends.
CHAPTER TEN
"Did you give Sandy a good fuck?" Mona asked.
"Yes," I did. "She was really hungry. What happened to her live-in maid?"
"Oh, Lu split for greener pastures," Mona smiled.
My sister and I were back out near the pool, and we had invited Trudi to join us. Evening was coming on.
"I love my room," Trudi said. "I know I'm going to enjoy working here."
"Just remember the rules and it will be easy," I said. Trudi wore a brief halter and panty. She had already been in the pool. Her large, lush body was even better than her clothes had indicated. Her big body was even better than her clothes had indicated. Her big tits seemed to be held up and out by invisible strings. Beautiful, high peaks.
Her strong swimming told us how she kept that body in shape. Mona said that she had brought along some exercise gadgets. They were the 'in' thing now. Girls pumping iron. Not we twins. Swimming and minor fitness movements kept us in trim.
Bedroom antics are wonderful exercise, and the kinds of movements required keep the whole system toned and fit. So much for working up a sweat. Besides, girls don't sweat. Girls glisten, men ,perspire and horses sweat. It's kind of like calling garbage trash.
"Have you been getting any lately, .Trudi?" I asked.
She giggled. "No, damn it. I thought I told you that already, Lana?"
"Just checking," I laughed.
"Who was that good looking brunette you were talking to?" she asked me.
"Oh, Sandy Evers, a friend of ours. Older than we are, but good humping."
"You sure lay it right out," Trudi said, glancing at Mona, then at me. "But I like it. My last employer really fooled herself. Her husband was honking their cook, and the wife chose to pretend like it wasn't happening."
"I suppose he got around to making a pass at you, huh?" Mona asked slyly.
"Yes, that's when I split. He was a crud."
"Well, we won't bug you unless you give the word, Trudi," I said. "We may bring in various kinds of young people for sexual entertainment. You can join us if you want to."
Trudi laughed. She sat up straight in the chair, her big tits jiggling. "You mean like several couples screwing in one room?"
"Or variations," I said, winking at Mona. "We usually bring some young people together at a party and what they do is their own business. Usually two girls for every guy. Interested?"
"I think so!" Trudi giggled. "Is two girls and a guy really fun?"
I rolled my eyes and winked at her. "Where have you been honey? With the right guy it's far out."
Trudi sighed. "I sure look forward to a party... "
The next day Mona and I spent the morning doing things people do when they start searching for a missing person. Not only lead turned up. Toni Larson had gone shopping three weeks earlier and hadn't returned to her hotel room. It's an old story, attractive girls vanish.
Some run away and assume a new identity, some are grabbed and raped and dumped in a hole somewhere.
By early afternoon my sister and I were so bored we called the flesh agency and told them to send over two husky young studs. We invited Trudi to join in, and she was ecstatic.
We three girls donned bikinis and waited for the men to show. Pool bashes are nice. Our poolside dressing rooms are handy.
"Trudi, you get first pick," I said. "Mona and I will take the other buy."
"Oh, this is exciting!" Trudi exclaimed.
The men showed on time. John was slender, athletic and brown-haired. Looked like a college student. Larry was Hawaiian, very deeply tanned, well constructed.
"You'll find trunks in the dressing rooms, over there," I said, pointing at the other side of the pool.
"Man, this is some spread," John grinned. "And some girls."
Larry nodded, looking me up and down. Both had big prick lumps. They walked around to the dressing rooms, and Truth grabbed me arm. "I like John."
"God," I said, patting her generous ass. She said: "I didn't know you could just call up and get guys like them!"
"Money talks, honey," I smiled. "We've got it and we love to spend it."
"It's so -- daring!" Trudi giggled.
The joy boys appeared in their abbreviated swim trunks, swaggering a little, grinning. Trudi stepped forward and took John by the arm. She led him to the pool, and down the chromed ladder. I steered Larry to a padded settee, and he sat between Mona and me.
"You think you can handle twins, baby?" I asked. I dropped my left hand down between his dark, muscular legs and cupped his basket.
"Sure," he said. "Do we screw out here on the patio?"
"Yes, when we're ready," I said. "We expect a little fooling around, first. How many inches of prick do you have?"
He laughed. "Take it out and see, Lana."
"I will," Mona purred, sliding a hand down inside the stretchy trunks. She pushed the elastic band downward and brought his cock out. Around eight inches. It was swelling, and it looked pretty damn inviting.
Out in the pool Trudi was giggling and laughing and having a ball. I didn't need X-ray eyes to tell he had a finger in her cunt and her halter loose. She glanced over at we twins and Larry and stared. Then she burst out laughing. Mona and I were taking turns fondling Larry's cock and balls.
Our halters were gone and he was enjoying our tits.
For the first time in a long time I was not turning on as swiftly as usual. Was this kind of sex too casual? Could I fuck anybody with a pleasant smile and a thick, hard cock? I had been thinking more than I should have been about Carl Wong. God, how he could clang my fun bell!
"You take him, Mona," I said. "I'll wait a while."
She shrugged. Larry-turned to Mona and they started sucking face.
I watched him fondle her breasts. Her thighs spread open, she curled her cunt up for his touches. Out in the pool things had quieted. John was kissing Midi, and it looked like he might have his prick in her.
I had a sudden inspiration. I ran in the house, put on some street clothes, grabbed my handbag and fled out to one of our cars. I drove over to the part of town where Carl Wong lived. I eased my Mercedes into his driveway, seeing a big black Caddy parked at the front door.
Shivering, I marched up to his entrance and rang the doorbell. A long wait, then the panel opened. His middle-aged Chinese helper looked out at me. She recognized me instantly.
"You wait," she said. She disappeared. This was crazy, but my pussy was already tingling, and my clit was stiff. Suddenly Carl stood in front of me. He stared, then grinned widely.
"Come in, Lana," he said smoothly. "What brings you over to my humble dwelling?"
"Oh, stop the formality, Carl," I said, spreading the top of my blouse. "I'm so horny I could scream."
"I'll be damned," he murmured. He wore trousers, sandals and a white shirt, open to his navel. "I'm breaking in a new girl. You want to join us?"
"Yes!" I said. Another new pussy, I thought. I don't give a damn. A hot cunt has no conscience. I want him. He led me to his `play room.' A pretty young girl in a flowery kimono smiled as we entered. She sat on a low couch. Tiny, pretty Oko was also present. She giggled and waved at me. I waved back. I undressed. All three watched me, and Oko clapped her hands. She was garbed n a see-through wrapper.
"The new girl is Tulu, just in from Taiwan. She's a virgin. I paid a high price for her." Carl was very casual about it.
"I wouldn't want to interrupt your first fuck with her," I said.
He smiled. "I won't put my prick in her for weeks, Lana. Anticipation is sweeter than realization, you know."
I shivered. He had removed his clothes and the view of his cock and balls and his fine, strong body started my cunt leaking. I wondered where his other concubines were. Probably keeping in trim until he wanted them!
Oko came over and sat at my left on the couch I had picked.
"You and me have fun while Carl plays with Tulu, huh?" she giggled. "Tulu doesn't speak English. Isn't she cute?"
"Very," I said. Carl walked over to his new girl and she sank on her back on the couch. The sheer wrapper fell apart and Carl sank to his knees at her right, his head lowering to her cute little dark-tipped breasts. She giggled excitedly.
His best hand slid between her dainty thighs, and I saw his fingers caressing her pussy. She giggled and pushed her cunt up for his hand. I could see his viewpoint, all right. A man prizes a virgin above all else. Having her here to play with would satisfy certain basic male lusts.
He would liven her good before tearing her cherry. He would make her come and come. His pleasure was mainly that, anyway. A real man loves to feel a girl go off, time after time. It is an art more real men ought to learn!
I started in on pretty, tiny Oko. She was all willingness. Her neat little cunt was already slick and puffing. Carl had probably sampled it a little before my arrival. We leaned back on the couch, which had support like a sofa, and our mouths met. She loved the kissing, since it is not often that men of Carl's heritage bother with the girl's mouth -- except when he wants his cock sucked.
Oko shivered as I fondled her pretty little hard tits. Her tongue danced in my mouth, and I returned the favor. Carl was still fooling around with his young, fresh virgin. Her eyes were closed as she rested and let him explore her cunt.
He drew her left hand over to this prick, and Tulu caressed it. She was turning on. Her face began to twist, her legs opened farther. Carl drew his hand from her pussy and moved his head between her thighs. He crouched, his hands gripping her pretty, rounded ass.
Tulu uttered a little cry of pleasure when his mouth fastened on her cunt. Tremors chased along her dainty body. It was obvious that she had been raised and trained for this very purpose. Chinese men do not want muscles showing in their girls. They are supposed to be soft and feminine and responsive.
I palmed Oko's dainty, swollen cunt, and she shuddered. We stopped kissing and I dropped my mouth down to her titties.
"Ohhhh!" Oko breathed, hunching up at my fingers. "Make it come, Lana. I come so good with you!"
I sucked a tiny stiff nipple into my mouth, teased her little clit spike, then stroked my longest finger into her shivery cunt. She cried out softly, her legs jerked and her tits arched forward.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" she whimpered. Her pussy clenched my plunging finger. Her orgasm was extremely thorough, shaking her entire body. I kept pumping my finger and she had another goodie. That young dainty piece almost flipped out of my grip. She was like Tulu, she had been raised for one purpose -- pleasing a man. Or in my case, a girl.
"You come with gusto," I purred, still holding her wet, puffy cunt.
"I love coming with you, Lana," Oko giggled. "I hoped you would come to see Carl. He's so good with his girls."
"A happy girl enjoys her sex," I said.
She laughed softly. "Now I want to make you come!"
I'd been hoping Carl would work on me and give me some cock, but he was still playing around with his fresh, dainty virgin.
Oko and I moved to a flat couch, and she started kissing me and palming my juicy cunt. I was eager. I'd been turned on at home, then I'd split, and my nerves cried out for release.
Her soft little knowing fingers explored my cunt and her tongue wiggled excitingly in my mouth. I spread my legs and enjoyed her. With a finger up my urethra and her thumb at the root of my clit, she stroked her tongue in and out of my mouth.
She was good. She had been well trained by someone. She stirred my lust, then paused; she dallied with me, she made me want it badly. I knew what to expect. Just as I started into my come fun, she scrambled up between my legs and fit her silky little cunt to my cunt. She fucked swiftly. I was making the scene.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck!" I wailed, gripping her sweet, firm ass.
She cried out in Chinese or some words I couldn't understand. I felt her dainty cunt twitch as she went off. Her pointy little tits mashed into mine. I upfucked and moaned and felt the sweet pangs of relief sweep through my body.
Over on the other couch Tulu was having her pussy twanged again. Carl was eating it.
I was still resting after my come with Oko, when Carl said something in Chinese, which sounded like a command. Oko lifted up, Tulu left the other couch, and in a moment Carl and I were alone in his fun room.
He came over and sat on the edge of the wide couch where Oko had so skillfully banged my pistol. His cock was high and hard. He looked at me, his eyes ranged along my body.
"You're upsetting my ideas about western girls," he smiled. "I like your boldness in coming here. Do you think we could work something out on a permanent basis, Lana?"
I shivered. "I wish we could, Carl."
"Ah, but you're so independent, like your twin sister. you would not like having all my girls as competition."
"You're right, but maybe we can compromise," I smiled. "You're the most man I've ever run into." I slid over and sat at his left. I dosed my fingers around his prick and trembled. He grinned.
"I'm flattered, Lana," he said. He slipped his left arm around my waist and started fondling my breasts. "What kind of deal can we work out?"
"Well, why can't you come and visit Mona and me once in a while? We have this lovely big house, and a new voluptuous maid."
He laughed. "If I come it would be to see you, Lana."
"God, I hope so!" I breathed.
His arm tightened, he kissed my throat and in seconds our mouths were mashed together. I stroked my tongue and squeezed his prick. My cuntjuice was flowing, my clit was stiff, I was shaking with need. Coming with Oko had been delicious, but Carl had me dizzy with longing.
I was doing that I had told myself I never would do.
I was getting emotionally and physically involved with a stud. And worst of all, I could never come close to anything permanent with him. Isn't that the way the ball often bounces?
He tipped me backward on the couch, and this time he was going to do the 'topping: As much as I like topfucking, there are times when I love to have the guy 'take over.' A girl who doesn't like to be mashed down and totally possessed and mastered hasn't lived.
Does it go back to the old caveman days? Some experts believe it does. Anyway, it feels neat!
He settled himself on knees and elbows and carefully inserted his prick in my steaming, quivering cunt. God! It burned and flamed against my tender, responsive flesh. My cunt twitched and clasped his cock. I slanted my crotch high so every fraction of an inch of his cock was buried in my cunny.
"Jeeeeesus, that's goooood!" I breathed. He kissed my left breast tip and sucked my nipple far into his mouth.
"Damn good," he murmured around .my tit-cone.
He didn't stroke for a long time. He simple kept his meat buried in my cunt while I savored the fullness and the richness of having a beautiful cock in where it belonged. I wound my legs across his ass. I pushed my tits higher. I shook with need.
I hoped Mona and Trudi were having fun with Larry and John.
"I hope you keep me here for days, Carl!" I whispered.
He didn't answer. He began stroking. In fast -- and out slowly. At each thrust my cunt tightened, shooting honeyed stings of pleasure all through my being. I'd never get enough of his cock! He was a gentleman, a successful businessman, and he had a harem. What in hell was I going to do about that?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Stroke.
"Oh, Carl!" I breathed. "I'm ready to come!"
Pause. He kept me pinned down so I couldn't upfuck. Stings of pleasure claimed my loins, my clit and my cunt. My gun wanted to fire, and he wouldn't let it.
Finally, I softened and let him do it his own way. The suspense was fantastic. I knew how to prolong my own goodies, but, Carl was dragging it out farther than I ever had. Neat!
With his prick buried deep, his knob pressing my far-in tender spot, he tensed his meat. I whined, my cunt tightened vividly. I was so close to going off I was frantic.
"Please, Carl!" I cried.
He kissed my throat and still waited. When he flexed his cock again, my clit stiffened! I was starring my come! I cried out because the first twinges of my orgasm were so hard and deep they almost hurt.
"Uhhhhh!" I yelled, writhing and kicking. "Ohhhhh, here it comes, baby!"
He lifted his hips enough to let me thrust up at his cock. I went slightly apeshit. My cunt was spasming and my clit was pulsing. Hard, deep churns of erotic delight claimed my loins. I was into another orgasm! My cunt was going crazy! I wailed and heaved and gripped his strong, young body...
I came back to awareness with his mouth on a nipple and his rigid prick still sounding my cuntal deeps. Surges of sweet aftermath possessed my body. I hugged him and went limp with joy.
"I think I fainted!" I breathed.
"You might have," he murmured. "Anyway, I really like the way you demonstrate your pleasure."
"Ohhhhh!" I giggled. "Is that all you can say, animal?"
His cock tensed. My cunt twitched back involuntarily. I shivered, tasting the tingles of mounting passion. I knew he was barely started with me. I knew I was in for a long, drawn-out sex party. And what could be more desirable than a competent fuck from a man who knew how.
"I'll say this much, Lana," he murmured, stroking his prick in hard. "You're extremely good fucking."
"Oh, damn!" I giggled. "That's what a girl loves to hear."
Pump, pump, pump -- pause. I adjusted my ass and brought my legs back into a comfortable pose. He was on his knees and arms now, his torso slanted high. He evidently wanted to look at me while he was pouring the prick to my eager cunt.
Carefully, expertly he inched me to the brink of another climax. I was flushed and heated and feverish. My cunt was turned almost inside out. His balls dangled near my ass crack, the hair tickling my vestibule. It was beautiful.
My clit was not in it as much as usual. Most of my sensation was coming from my inner cunt where his prick slipped in and out, and in and out. My tits were swollen high, taut as ripe melons. My lips were swollen. My nipples were as tender as my clit.
You don't really call a session like this a fuck. You call it an extravagant emotional trip filled with erotic explosions! When a man of his wide experience said I was a good piece of ass, I didn't want to argue with him!
Ride, ride, ride! Pause. Ohhhhh. My cunt burned for release. His cock seemed to be double heated. The slippery connection felt heavenly. Pump, pump. Ohhhhh! I tipped my crotch higher, I arched my tits up at him. I waved them, shaking with lust.
Suddenly I knew he was going to shoot me a wad! He had pushed himself past the borderline of no return. He cursed happily and braced his knees farther apart. No matter how good a man is at holding, he should let a spurt go once in a while.
He stroked with more purpose, still pausing between bursts of thrustings, but the waits were much shorter in duration. He started breathing heavily, his big nuts began to draw up. Ohhhh!
"Uhhhh, damn!" he muttered. "Come with me, Lana."
"I will!" I panted. "God, it's so goooood!"
He nodded. I felt sweat coming out on his shoulders and saw beads of it on his chest and forehead. This was going to be a big, important moment for him. He groaned, he hunched faster, tried to hold again... and couldn't. He uttered a deep, fierce shout.
The heavenly throb of his prick, as he pounded his wad deep in my cunt, sent me into a whirl of furious passion. My cunt thrashed and heaved and clamped his cock. My cunt was sucking his sperm! My cunt wanted every virile drop!
I kept on coming. I don't know how many I had. I was like a repeating pistol, my fun gun kept on pop-pop-popping! I moaned and twisted on the couch. I was in a sex daze. I loved it, I adored it. ... The next few days Mona and I worked hard, trying to locate the missing Toni Larson. My sister and Trudi had had a ball with Larry and John. I didn't tell them where I'd gone for my fun. I wasn't exactly proud of visiting a man who already had at least four concubines at home, and possibly more.
Mona knew I was upset. We were in a downtown cocktail lounge hoping for a break on the missing person thing. Some spot to be working in, huh? Well, we were having club soda, so there! Nobody told us when to work, or how.
"I think we need a new objective," I said. "Police work is getting dull. We can't work in the big stuff."
"Like what?" Mona asked.
"Like setting up a stable of steady cock," I smiled.
"Oh shit," she said irritably. "I know, men can establish a harem. Girls go along with it. You couldn't even get two men set up in a home-type brothel."
"Are we going to have to get married to our steady cock?" I asked, dryly.
"Heaven forbid!" Mona objected. She leaned forward across the table. "Who are you fucking, Sis? Let me in on it."
Before I could answer the cocktail waitress gave me a signal, and I left the table, going to the nearest phone booth. I had given the girl a big tip to direct an expected call to me.
"Yes?" I said. "Lana Larsen here."
"This is Doug, the bartender at Waikiki Tom's. I think your pigeon is in here."
"I'll slip you another gratuity, Doug," I said.
"Right," he answered, sounding pleased.
Fifteen minutes later Mona and I drifted into the lounge where Doug worked. He saw us but pretended he didn't. We looked around, like new customers often do, and sure as hell a girl answering Toni's description was seated at a table near the bar with a stud who looked like an ex-pro football player. Big.
My sister and I took an empty table near the one occupied by the tall, good looking redhead. She seemed nervous, peering around here and there uneasily. She wore snug pants and a flowery blouse, her red hair fastened in a pony-tail.
We ordered more club soda and I suggested that Mona go to the nearest phone and call Sandy. She did.
I should mention that giving bartenders generous tips can get a person all kinds of information. We could afford it. Doug had an idea he might someday fuck me. I didn't actually tell him 'no' I knew he had a steady piece, a young Hawaiian girl.
Mona came back to our table and luckily the redhead and her mountain of an escort were still sitting there, drinking heavy stuff. A few moments later Sandy came in, looking like a tourist, with a guy I knew was an undercover cop. She spotted Mona and me, and I nodded at the pigeon.
My sister and I left our table. We sauntered toward the door. I came near the bar, where Doug was waiting and grinning, and pushed a fifty in his greedy fingers. He looked at my tits in my revealing blouse and his mouth almost watered.
"Don't give up hope, Doug baby," I smiled.
There was a fuss as Sandy made the arrest. The big guy started out of his chair, and the undercover cop laid his stick across the back of the guys' hatless head. He went down.
Mona and I got the hell out of there...
Back home we found Trudi having a swim in the pool. She was doing a terrific job around the house, and she could cook, too. I recalled that I hadn't fucked her yet. Mona said she was really fine humping, and that she wondered why I hadn't got in her panties.
Mona and I changed into bold mini-bikinis and I picked up the phone. I ordered two of the highest priced stallions the agency had available. I was bored and I was thinking too much about Carl Wong. I also felt like getting smashed.
After mixing a big pitcher of martinis, I carried it out on the patio and Mona brought glasses. Trudi came out of the pool, giggling and showing off, and we sat at a small table.
"Two studs are on the way out," I said to Trudi.
"Oh fun!" she bubbled.
I needed cock. I hadn't even boxed my pussy since Carl had spent half a day banging my sex drum. Three whole days without. Mona said she had fucked Trudi the previous afternoon while I'd gone down town.
I sipped the gin, very lightly touched with vermouth, and felt the sinuous grip of the stimulant. It's a phony kick, but it works for a while. It releases the inhibitions. And it was also increasing my longing for Carl. Son-of-a-bitch!
Fifteen minutes later the doorbell chimed, and Trudi jumped up to answer. I watched the delicate sway of her generous ass and my clit started up. No reason at all why I shouldn't get some of that. It was here, every day, waiting.
Trudi came back giggling, trailed by two studs who looked utterly delicious. The big tall one was blond, rugged, tanned. The shorter guy was very dark, handsome. My cunt twitched.
"This is Hal," Trudi said, standing near the dark, stocky guy.
"And I'm Dean," the blond guy said, watching my closely.
"I'll get more glasses," Trudi said, and wiggled into the house.
"Well, park it," I said to the blond stallion. Both wore casual clothes, pants and wildly colored shirts, open down the front. Both were excellently tanned. Athletes form the U? Probably. The right age, under twenty-five.
All those big football and basketball stars do not get full ride 'scholarships' Some are just walk-ins, and have to pay their own way. Trading cock for money is not a new thing.
Hal took a chair beside Mona, and Trudi returned with two more glasses. She had also mixed a fresh pitcher of martinis. The guys grinned and accepted full glasses. We were soon using first names.
"This is some spread," Dean smiled, sipping at his cocktail.
"What's it like to have all that money?" Hal asked. Mona was leaning in close, letting her tits push forward. Hal noticed.
"Nice," I said. "Our father made it and we're spending it."
Dean smiled. I let my legs drift open and my fits push at my mini halter. His big cocklump was enlarging. Mona was whispering in Hal's ear. He laughed.
Trudi moved over to the music control panel and pushed buttons. Soft Hawaiian music drifted around the pool and patio area.
"Come on, dance with me, Dean," I said. "Yeah," he answered, gulping the rest of his martini.
Hal and Mona were already dancing, very closely. She lifted her halter and he opened his shirt wide. Tit to chest, bare. Mona's pleased giggles made me shiver. Trudi watched. She knew she would have a turn, sooner or later.
I fit my cunt mound right against his basket and my tits went snugly against his chest. I felt his strength and youth And virility, and my clit began itching.
"You've got it for me, baby," I murmured.
"Man, you twins are something," he said. His arm tightened on my naked waist. I hunched at his cocklump. I was not heating up as fast as usual. Was the memory of Carl going to fuck up my casual fucking? Damn.
His cock was swelling. I shivered and unbuttoned his shirt. I did was Mona was doing, fitting my naked tits against his bare chest. It helped. Hal's hands were gripping Mona's ass, and they were not dancing. They were dry fucking.
"Let's have another drink, Dean," I murmured.
"Hey, sure," he said. Who the hell was boss, anyway?
We wandered back to our chairs. I tossed my halter aside. Trudi giggled. Dean's swollen cock showed under his pants, but it wasn't bugging him. He gazed at my naked boobs and grinned.
"Jesus, you sure got a pair, Lana."
She laughed and unfastened her snug halter. Her big pillowy breasts surged out. They pointed straight ahead, as usual, and Dean chuckled.
"Now, those are tits."
"You want to fool around with both of us, Dean?" I asked.
"Yeahhh," he said. "Great!"
"Well, let's have another drink apiece and then find a place to party," I said. The gin was reaching me. I needed it. Fuck Carl! I could get along without him. I could buy all the prick I needed.
Dean removed his shirt, poured a drink for the three of us, and sat back to look at my tits and Trudi's tits. He had plenty to see!
"Let's all get naked," I said.
"Why, Lana, you must be drunk!" Trudi laughed.
"I'm getting there, honey," I said. "I want to see Dean's cock. Don't you want to see his cock, Trudi?"
"Yesss!" she gurgled. She leaped from her chair and peeled her bikini panty to the deck. Her thinly haired cunt looked swollen. She wiggled her ass and moved over in front of Dean.
He smiled, dropped his pants and his colorful briefs. I was soon out of my bikini panty. Dean's cock was not disappointing. It was at least eight thick inches, with a very large knob. The flesh agency knew better than to send some average joker with a five-inch cock. I was paying top dollar and expected top studs.
"Oh, neat!" Trudi giggled, staring at his rigid cock.
"I like it," I cooed, reaching over to cuddle his meat.
Trudi had a feel of it, too. Suddenly she sank to her knees and pushed her big tits in against his prick and balls. Dean grinned, pressing a breasts cone against each side of his slanted prick. Trudi waved her jugs. The view of his cock standing up and surrounded with vibrant young breast flesh was highly stimulating.
"Ohhh, I love it!" Trudi exclaimed.
Mona and Hal had disappeared. There were convenient coaches in the pool dressing rooms. A loud, excited giggle from that direction told its own story.
"Oh, Hal! Ohhhh -- wow!"
"Hal's got a monster of a prick," Dean chuckled.
"Trudi, did we make the right choice?" I giggled. I was high on gin and anticipation.
Well, we. can always trade guys later on," she laughed.
"I wouldn't mind," Dean said.
"Let's go inside and find a bed," I suggested. "Trudi, you bring the gin and three glasses, huh?"
In less than two minutes we were in one of the ground level bedrooms. Trudi had the martini shaker on the vanity top, along with our glasses. Dean slid over on the bed. I followed, crawling above him. My cunt was itchy.
"I figured you were a topper, Lana," he grinned.
I lowered my cunt to the underslant of his prick. Trudi stood by the bed, sipping her cocktail, staring avidly. Her fleshy cunt was leaking juice down her thighs. She was ready Teddy.
I laughed and swung away, down at Dean's left. "Trudi, you go for it. I want to watch you fuck him."
She gasped and climbed on the bed. She had dropped her glass. She was shaking with lust. Her eyes gleamed, she straddled him quickly, lowering her crotch toward his cockhead.
She made the connection and his glans started up in her fleshed-out cunt. She whined and Dean cursed softly under his breath. Trudi lowered her ass, taking every inch of cock.
"Uhhh -- ohhhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, Dean! Damn!"
"Yeahhhh," he muttered, filling his hands with vibrant coned tit flesh. His face showed strain. If he was fast on the trigger he would surely be a quick repeater. No one-shot studs at my parties. "Easy, Trudi," he said. "Man, that's good pussy!"
"Mmmmmm!" Trudi breathed, stroking her big, limber ass. "Oh, I love it!"
I was finally turning on the way I liked it. I hadn't watched Trudi take cock, and I hadn't even fucked her. Mona had told me how delightful Trudi was. I had become obsessed with Carl Wong. Now I felt more 'at home.'
"Go, Trudi, go!" I encouraged. "Fuck him good!"
"Oh, Lana!" Trudi gasped. She was not going to delay the fun this time. She hunched faster, faster. The bed creaked. She was a big girl with big appetites.
Trudi's face twisted, her heavy hips whipped at his loins, and the tremors of her orgasm vibrated her entire lush body. A harsh squeal came from her throat. She lunged and bounced and lurched at his coming prick. Her last go-go thrusts were extremely exciting to watch. She enjoyed going off as much as any girl I'd ever seen. She kept at it and finally slowed her attack. She perched there, breathing heard, watching Dean mold her big tits.
"Oh, Dean, that's wonderful prick!" she giggled.
Dean nodded. His hands dropped from her jugs, and the tautness went out of his strong tanned body. The rich aroma of spent semen reached my sensitive nostrils. My cunt ached, my clit was stiff. I certainly needed a good fucking.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Trudi rolled away, resting on her back at his right, giggling and cooing. Dean's jism-smeared prick had lost some stiffness, but he wasn't limp. He looked over at me, and I handed him a towel. He wiped his cock and gave the towel to Trudi.
"You ready for another hot pussy, baby?" I asked, reaching out and fondling his meat.
"Hell yes," he grinned.
I felt new life rejuvenate his cock. It swelled and got longer. Dribbles of after-come oozed from his pisshole. Like many younger men, he had been circumcised. I have to believe that removing the protective skin from the glans decreases its sensitivity. You can bet that Oriental and Island men do not allow such mutilation.
I cozied it and jacked it lightly. He grinned as his cock slanted across his belly. I moved into my topride pose, and brought his knob against my puffy, drippy cunt lips. He held my tits, of course.
Carefully I pushed his meat up into my cunt.
"Uhhhh!" I breathed. I was faking some of it. It did not feel as good as Carl's prick. Oh, it was neat, and I needed this, but what the hell was happening to me? Maybe the fun was not in promiscuity any more. Maybe the gin was dulling my senses. Liquor will do that sooner or later. It's a bum trip.
I started thrusting.
"Oh, you look sexy!" Trudi giggled, staring up at me.
"What makes a girl look appealing, honey?" I said. "Lots of good, hard cock."
She laughed and reached for her cunt. She began squeezing it and sliding a finger inside. As expected, her left hand fondled her peaked-up tits. A fine, young uninhibited pussy.
I rode along, doing my screwing thing, and my clit began to respond. Dean was not smart enough to detect my lack of total enthusiasm. Every girl fucks in a different way. I stroked and rested. I rotated my ass.
My cunt twitched, and I tried to make it tighten with more purpose. It was doing okay. Dean loved it. Men adore an active cunt. Trudi seemed a bit puzzled by my casual fucking, but she was enjoying herself.
Girls always know when another girl is faking. Whoring is a very old practice. Only a very bright man can tell the diff. Some chicks can put on a show that would win a prize or an Oscar. The clue is sometimes the nipples. If they don't stiffen the girl is not really turned on.
"Some show, baby," I purred, hunching faster. "Yeahhhh!" he grinned.
And where the hell had I heard that before? I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the business at hand. All I could see in my mind was Carl Wong and his knowing hands. Fuck!
I was riding toward my orgasm. I didn't try to dally. I kept lunging and stroking. Dean's face twisted. I reached the point of no return and jiggled my ass for the goodies. Ahhhhh.
As his prick throbbed my fun gun exploded. My cunt tightened, my clit pulsed. I whimpered and fucked through to the after-fun. The nuances were good, but not wild. I rested, breathing hard, watching the expression on his face. I didn't cuddle my tits on his chest. Like Trudi, I sat there, my cunt full of shrinking prick, feeling the semen leak from my labia.
As the after thrills departed, I lifted up and sank down on my back. I found another towel and mopped my cunt. The first hangover sensations hit me, a sour taste in my mouth, a dullness.
When I looked over at him again, Trudi was kissing him on the mouth, her left hand holding his cock. I left the bed and went in the john. I almost threw up.
Here I. was, a fine long-legged blonde with lots of money and a caring twin sister, not yet even twenty-two, and I was feeling crappy. I mopped up the rest of my screw juices and took a couple of headache-tablets. I put on a robe and slipped out. Dean was between Trudi's lush thighs, thrusting away.
He'd got enough of a hard-on to drop it into the maid's eager cunt. I left the room. I wandered back out to the pool, found my bikini pieces and put them on. I went for a swim. Mona and Hal weren't around. Probably inside on a bed.
For the first time in my life I wandered if I ought to see a shrink...
"I haven't had such a lovely patient in a long time," Dr. Cleve Owen said, glancing at the info sheet I had filled out at his receptionist's request. His gray eyes ran down the sheet, his eyebrows lifted. I sat in a comfortable chair-in front of his desk. It was a very plain room.
His dark hair was touched with gray at the temples. He had a strong charisma that I had felt instantly on meeting him. Our attorney had recommended him. He appeared around forty. No rings. Not handsome but you knew he was all man, that he had a strong will and a pair of drivers. Balls, you know. Nuts.
"I'm flattered," he said, finally. "One of the wealthy Larsen twins. Your reputation has pre-ceded you, Miss. You do not appear to have any major problems."
"Oh, I'm as healthy as a horse," I smiled. I mentioned my regular doctor and he nodded.
"Do you masturbate?" he asked as if talking about the weather.
I giggled. "Of course:' He nodded. He began asking more questions.
"I make it a practice not to socialize with patients," he said, looking at me across the shadowy dining room table. "But I couldn't resist. You're an extremely sensual and attractive young woman."
"I'm feeling better already," I said. "You're divorced, I'm single, so why shouldn't we have dinner together?"
After my visit to his office, after I'd talked him into taking me out, I had gone home all aflutter and had gussied up. In Honolulu you don't have to wear much, even in the evening. I didn't. A short-skirted frock, slashed down the front, tightly belted to emphasize the thrust of my tits, and pantyhose and heels. My blonde hair was loose and rather frizzled around my face.
I looked sexy, like I was ready to come. You know.
He hadn't gotten down to what I figured was the nub of my real problem -- having a hard-on for a guy who already had a harem. It was just possible that Cleve was himself the answer. I liked him. I wanted his hands under my skirt, prowling inside my pantyhose. I could imagine his mouth on my breasts.
I'm sure he could read my interest in my eyes and manner. He was cautious. Generally men are suspicious of very rich ladies, or envious or just plain scared., He was none of those.
After a bunch of chatter about almost nothing, after the main course, he finally asked.
"Are we talking about a one-night stand or something deeper, Lana?"
"Hey, you're the doctor," I laughed. "What do you recommend?"
"You need a good fucking, I'm sure of that," he said.
"I love your directness, Cleve. Yes, I need honking, I need it regular, as they say."
He laughed. "I should be more romantic, I think. Platitudes and innuendoes."
"No, I like it straight," I said.
"Okay, your place or mine?" he said, staring at the slashed front of my frock.
"Yours," I cooed. "My twin sister is home, or around close. And our maid."
I had arrived at the hotel dining room in a taxi, so we walked out to his car. It was a modest year-old Chrysler. Our hands met and I squeezed his fingers. My clit was erecting.
He opened the door for me, helped me into the front seat, and went around to the driver's side. You think I don't like to be pampered? Think again! When he was behind the wheel I scooted over close, my left thigh pressing into his right leg.
Parking behind a new high-rise, he steered me inside, along a carpeted hallway to a ground floor apartment. We said hardly a word. What do you say to a competent head doctor? He liked to swim and fish. He played golf.
The apartment was spacious but not extravagant. Simple and functional, like his office. He turned on some Island background music. He guided me to a big sofa and brought in after dinner drinks. We'd had one glass of wine apiece with our meal.
He sat at my right, not too close. Cautious. My skirt hem slanted back along my thighs, and I didn't jerk at it. I leaned toward him so that one of my tits almost fell out of my decolletage.
"We get along well together," I said. I lifted my glass. "Here's to more dates."
"Wait till you see how this one goes," he smiled. We touched glass rims. His eyes wandered along my body, and I felt a stir of warm, rich need. I scooted closer. We finished our cordials. He took the glasses and placed them aside. His left arm went around my shoulders.
"Mmmmmm," I said, offering my mouth. He kissed me firmly, with tongue explorations. His right hand lifted to the slash of my frock. His fingers slipped inside and he trembled as he molded a tingling breast.
"Ummmmm!" I responded, curling my own tongue around his.
He liked it, his fingers toyed with my tits, carefully around my nipples, then the whole cone. He was good! I urged my tits toward his hand. I let my legs drift open, and my skirt slithered back almost to my crotch.
Oh, my clit was aching, my cunt was turning oozy. It was riot the 'gland passion,' but it was deep and exciting. If a medic didn't know what to do with a girl's body, who did? I was very pleased with his efforts. I softened back and he burrowed deep into my eager mouth.
He fondled me with delicious expertness, all along my nyloned shanks, up to my crotch, around 'on my ass curves. I was glad to relax and let him 'take over.' Being bold and aggressive does not always bring the most stimulating rewards.
Our tongues played back and forth. I nibbled his lower lip and he shivered, pressing his palm against my pantyhose-covered cunt. I arched my crotch at him. I nipped his upper lip and whined with pleasure.
"Don't you think we ought to undress, Cleve?" I murmured.
"Yes!" His head came down to my opened frock top and he drew a tender nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, then with more vigor. His hand remained on my cunt mound. I hunched at his fingers. My clit was tensing and tingling.
"Damn!" he said, around my tit peak.
"It's very good," I breathed.
He released me, and we stood. My left breast was peeking out of my daring frock, and I waved at him, giggling.
"This way," he said, taking my hand. We went along a hallway and into his bedroom. His hand slid down across my ass.
"You beautiful young thing, you," he said. "Do you know how old I am?"
"I don't care," I said, reaching down to pass my fingers across his basket. I squeezed delicately. His prick was big and long. I shuddered and then stepped back. I hiked my frock over my head. His hands were busy with his sport shirt and trousers.
I sat on the edge of the big, wide bed and loosened my pantyhose. I peeled the nylon away. He wore only his colored briefs now. I opened my long legs so he could see my naked cunt.
"Damn!" he muttered. He yanked his briefs to the floor. His cock was all I had anticipated, and more! He had ten inches if he had anything. God, it was a beautiful thick prod. His balls were very adequate.
"Sweet son-of-a-bitch!" I breathed, spreading my legs farther. "Come over here so I can fell that thing!"
He smiled. "Let's lighten up a little, Lana. Now that I know you're not going to run out on me."
"Whatever gave you such a silly idea?" I giggled.
"A young flirt did that to me once," he said. "She asked me to change in the bathroom, and when I came out she was gone. She said later that my penis scared her."
"Poor sap!" I laughed. "Try scaring me with your cock!"
He laughed and sat down beside me, at my right, of course. I reached for his cock and held it in my eager, trembling pinkies. Sweet shivers ran up and down my bod. My cunt was leaking fun sap. My nipples were stiff and tingling. My clit was up, really up.
"God, that's a beautiful big cock!" I breathed.
His play hand came in between my thighs and landed on my cunt. So much better the bare way! He squeezed my cunt and I fondled his big, hard prick.
We kissed again. My left arm went around him. I dived my tongue and mashed my lips to his. I was not thinking about Carl Wong. I hoped I would never dream of him again! Cleve's best finger oozed into my shivery cunt, my flesh clenched voluptuously. I moaned and stroked my tongue even faster. His prick flexed. His eager juice leaked out on my fondling fingers.
We sank back on the bed, still exchanging feels. Our mouths were still locked. A floaty, warm craving possessed me. I loved this new bloom of passion. I hadn't felt it since Carl. Fuck him! I didn't need all those other pretty, sensual girls competing for his cock.
I broke the mouth contact. "Get me in the middle of the bed and give me a good fucking, baby."
He trembled. We scrambled into position. My legs angled back, and he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, sliding it beneath my ass. Good idea! The fat pillow tipped my achy cunt right up there.
As he crouched for the penetration, his eyes flared with lust. I gripped his long, hot, hard prick and guided the swollen, wet knob to. my shivery, moist cunt.
"Ohhh!" I breathed as the heated glans spread my labia and started inside. "Oh, that's goooood!"
My eager cunt contracted involuntarily around his meat, and he paused in his stroke, gazing down at me in almost wonder.
"God!" he muttered.
"You've got it for me, Cleve," I whispered. "I know it and my pussy knows it!"
He shuddered and bladed his cock to the very depths of my quaking cunt. I cried out, my vagina tightened in heavenly little clenches. My clit tensed, and suddenly I was going off, offfff!
I tried not to go apeshit. I didn't want to draw his shot -- yet. But my cunt did its hot spasming thing and the jolts of come fun that ran through me made me know I was with a very special guy. I gasped and panted and softened, tasting the sugary after-tremors.
He didn't come. He simply kept his meat buried in my cunt, staring down at me with a look I had never seen on a man's face, young or old or in between. I experienced a rich thrill I had never felt before.
I can best describe it by saying he actually cared about me.
Had some of my answers to his penetrating questions in his office given him an 'inside track' on my emotions?
A rush of feeling for him gripped me. God! I had decided I was nuts about Carl Wong, but this was not like that. This was slightly scary. Had playgirl Lana Larsen met her match? Had a quiet, sincere head doctor got me by the tits on a downhill pull?
"Do you like the way I come off, Cleve?" I chirped, determined to hide whatever emotions I felt about him.
"Yes, and a whole lot more," he said.
"Say now, are we getting heavy with this?" I asked.
"Sorry. Okay, let's have our fun and not think beyond it."
"Right," I answered, thrusting up at his prick. "Things are better that way. Mmmmmm. I do come good and hard with you, stud."
He braced himself and began to fuck me. I should not use that word, really. It was a fuck, but it was more than that. He started by using his knees and arms to bounce the bed up and down, letting the mattress springs do the 'work.' My ass lifted and dropped like a fishing cork on wavy water. And at every bounce his huge cockhead jabbed my super-tender in-deep zone.
"Uhhhh -- ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" I whined.
Just as I was about to come again, he paused and buried his cock deep once more. My eager cunt contracted, my clit flexed as my lust surged up through my loins to my tits and my cunt and spread like wildfire through my being. I was coming, coming offfff!
I squealed. The bed jiggled as I strained my cunt upward. I kicked and clawed at his shoulders. My head tossed from side to side. I was coming all over the place! I was booming my cannon, I was busting my rocks. I shouted!
My vagina thrashed, my loins heaved, my tits pushed high. A series of excruciating pangs of erotic thrall rushed through my body. His prick seemed to be clear up between my shaking tits. A high fever gripped me. I stopped jerking and thrusting and softened, letting the after thrills feed my cravings.
He settled down on me, his broad chest against my breasts. His lips were on my throat. His far-in prick was still there, pinning my ass to the bed. He had taken me, he was possessing me. I was his pussy. He had staked out a claim on my body, my ass and tits and cunt. It was the most glorious sensation!
Now I felt his big nuts dangling down on my vestibule, I felt the oozy connection of cock and pussy. He snugged his prick in farther, which I didn't think was possible, and flexed his meat. My cunt answered. We tensed our sex organs at the same time. I mean, I clenched my cunt and he tensed his organ.
"Ohhhh!" I gasped happily.
"Good!" he murmured. The emphasis he put into that one word filled me with delicious pride. He loved my active cunt and I adored his long, thick well-knobbed cock. I liked him as a person, as a man successful in his chosen field.
"If you feel the way I do, Lana, this is where it's at, as the young people used to say."
"God, I do feel it!" I breathed. "You've got me! I'm your pussy, any time you want me!"
"Well, let's get the good stuff before we talk too much," he said, wisely.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Cleve, meet my sister, Mona," I said.
I had invited my new stud boyfriend over to our house and now I almost regretted it. The quick looks Mona shot at Cleve, the hot shine in her eyes, told what I'd been hoping wouldn't happen. She wanted him the worst way. She wanted to fuck him.
Dr. Cleve Owen was smart enough to see Mona's intent. Wins like Mona and me have silent telegraph communication. It was all there without a word being spoken.
He and Mona touched hands, and more sparks flew. Trudi appeared and served wine coolers. Cleve had the day off, he was dressed very casually, as is the local custom. Mona's snug shorts and halter gave him a view of almost as much flesh as I showed him in bed. "Beautiful home you girls have here," Cleve smiled.
"We like it," Mona said. "Lana, have you asked him to move in yet?"
"Please!" I objected. I was blushing furiously. Two days had passed since our first big date and the memory of his competent bedroom finesse was like a powerful drug on my senses. He had kissed me at the front door and my cunt was already juicy.
"Just kidding, Sis!" Mona laughed. "A real doctor. Wow!"
"Don't try to rape him here in the living room," I said dryly.
"We could try a trio party," Mona giggled, stretching.
Cleve grinned. "I think you're serious, Mona."
"God!" she said, staring at him. "I am. It happens. We both turn on for the same guy."
"Let's get this under control," I broke in. "Mona, be your age! I didn't ask Cleve over here for a sex party."
He laughed. "I like frank people. You make it very tempting, Mona. I think maybe Lana and I have a date, just the two of us."
Mona sighed. "I know. I can dream, can't I?"
Half an hour later Cleve and I were on a little used section of beach north of Waikiki. The day was beautiful, as so many are in Hawaii. My bikini didn't leave much to the imagination.
After a dip in the ocean, we rested in the umbrella's shade. We started kissing. I was so hungry for him I reached over to fondle his prick lump and he began playing with my cunt mound.
I knew we'd end up at his apartment, but I couldn't wait. I stroked my tongue in his mouth and lowered my mini halter for his seeking hand. God, his fingers felt good on my achy tits! Bathers far up the shoreline paid no attention. You often see young people sucking face along Waikiki, and maybe sneaking a few crotch feels, too. Who cares?
I eased my puffing lips from his mouth and whispered. "I sure missed you, honey! I never had such a beautiful screwing in my life. I think I went off about twenty times!"
He chuckled, tweaking my tender, stiffening nipples. "Does your sister actually believe I'd move in?"
"Nooo!" I breathed. "We've talked about it a lot, finding a man we both care for and sort of... trading places in bed. But hell, you're a doctor, you have your own life -- "
"True," he said, squeezing my breasts, one after the other. "Do you twins share a man very often?"
"Not for a long time, Cleve. Honest. It was kid stuff when we did. Mostly it was dating guys who couldn't tell us apart. But we never did get into a full-blown trio setup. Not with anyone like you!"
He reached down and squeezed my cunt. I shivered. "I shouldn't have asked, Lana. It's really none of my business."
We kissed again, and his tongue was telling me he wanted to go to his place very soon. I stroked my tongue the same way. I was shivering with lust.
We were in his apartment in less than half an hour. The moment the door closed, I had my bikini off and I was sprawled out on his bed. It had already been turned back. He knew he'd have my ass there the moment he'd called and asked for a date.
He dropped the beach robe, skinned his swim trunks to the floor and ran to the bed. He was between my long shanks in seconds, and his huge hard prick was oozing into my cunt. God!
"Damn, damn!" he muttered thickly. "You young, sweet animal!"
"Oh, don't ever take it out, honey!" I breathe, my cunt already twitching and clasping his prick. He braced there, his head lowering to my arched-up breasts. A high sex fever claimed me. I was ready to come, and come and come again!
His cock burned and flamed in my stinging cunt. My clit was already stiffening for its honey-shots. He braced himself rather high, and I planted my heels in the bed. I began to upfuck. Panting, shaking, I stroked to my climax. I yelled. I went off like a cannon. My cunt stunted and churned around his prick.
"Ohhh, ohhhh!" I cried feverishly. "Oh, Cleve! Oh, I wish Mona could have some of this!"
For several seconds I didn't realize what I'd blurted out. He pinned me to the bed and let me finish my orgasm, shaking and kicking and loving every hot nuance. It was so damn goooood!
"Do you know what you just said?" he murmured, tensing his big, hard prick.
"I'm afraid I do -- and I'm. sorry, Cleve! I mean -- "
"I know exactly what you mean, Lana. It's up to you. Do you want to 'share' me with your lovely twin sister?"
"God!" I blurted. My head whirled. "Would you, Cleve? You're the best thing that ever happened to me! Mona knows it and she wants you the worst way -- " He smiled. "I'll leave it to you clever sisters to arrange it. I'm highly flattered, you know. 'No girls instead of one." He flexed his cock. "I think I can satisfy both of you, one way or another."
I shuddered with joy. Don't ever try to fool a shrink about what you're really thinking. Mona and I had shared everything. Invisible ties bound us together. Cleve understood that.
Digging his knees into the bed, making little body adjustments, he began to fuck me. No pillow under my ass this time. He was stroking and diving his prick. He was hungry. He wanted to dump a big hot load in my quaking cunt.
I needed it, I craved it. His probing cock was the center of my universe. The sure, deep lunges in my spasming cunt sent me into orbit. Even though I knew he was going to squirt, I felt him delaying it, playing it along, giving me thrill after thrill.
The bed sighed and creaked. I wanted to have two or three climaxes before he went off, but I held back. I'd give him all I had when he wanted it the most!
Two days hack strained his ability to prolong the fuck. He started into his short strokes! God!
"Ughhhhh!" he whined, lunging faster. "Ughhhhh!"
"Oh, I'm coming, honey!" I cried. "Yesss, ohhhh -- fuuuuck!"
As his big cock throbbed my cunt grabbed his driving prick and my pelvis heaved in rich, erotic cadence. I shouted! I kicked and arched my tits and felt the pangs of delight all through my being. Coming with him that first time had seemed as natural as breathing. Now I was hitting it again, right on time!
The draw of his big nuts, the heavy pounding in the deeps started me into another orgasm. I went a little ape. I flopped on the bed and my head swung back and forth. I was in a sex frenzy. My cunt was clenching with the throb, throb of my coming love gun. I was enjoying one of the very best sensations in my entire life...
I came out of my coma with the rich aroma of spent semen in my nostrils. It was obvious why. I had his cock in my mouth! I didn't remember sucking his meat into my throat, but there it was. He wasn't eating me, but he was fondling and patting my cunt. I sucked all the jism I could, swallowed it, and let his cock fall out of my mouth.
Snuggling up beside him, I relaxed happily. Nothing is as soothing to the nerves as a good, thorough humping from a stud you care about.
Now I had to consider how I would handle the deal with Mona. We'd had fun together with several different joy boys.
It's no strain to do some far-out stuff with guys you may never see again.
Mona and I would want Cleve around for as long as possible. Were we talking years? I hoped so! He squeezed my cunt and murmured. "I won't move in, Lana. I'll keep my apartment. I'll come over and visit you twins when you get horny. Okay?"
"Whatever you say, honey," I breathed. I squeezed his prick. He was talking about money, indirectly. A real man has a lot of pride in his work. He would not be intimidated by our wealth. He would be his own person. He would not be a perfumed gigolo.
It was the most sensible solution I could think of.
"I'll arrange a nice get-together real soon, honey," I said. "Do you want us here, at your place?"
"Well, why not?" he grinned.
I crawled over above him. I didn't inset his rigid cock. I just rested there, my tits against his chest, my cunt fastened to the underslant of his meat. He gripped my ass and caressed it.
"We'll make it real nice for you, Cleve," I breathed, thrusting at his cock. "We'll keep you so well satisfied you won't want to screw around. Okay?"
He laughed. "How, will I tell you hot, willing blondes apart, anyway? Does she come as wildly as you do?"
"God, you men are all alike!" I scolded. "Always wanting more!"
He smiled and lifted my hips. He centered my puffy cunt on his cockhead and lowered my ass. As his prick went slicky up into my eager, twitching cunt I moaned with delight.
I raised my upper body, I drew my legs in at his sides, and I perched there on his cock. He began fondling my tits.
"As near as I can tell, Mona comes just as hard as I do," I said, thrusting at his prick.
"That party should be very interesting," he said, tensing his cock. I shivered and hunched. Sparkling tremors ran through my body, my nipples turned hard in his playing hands.
Easy now, I told myself. Make it last. Show him how you can fuck and come, like you did before. His prick reaches up in me so FAR. God. I want to go off already!
Jiggle, thrust, jiggle! My cunt was tightening, relaxing, clenching. I paused, shaking with need.
His phone rang. Damn! He hadn't worn his buzzer tot he beach, and it hadn't sounded since we'd arrived at his apartment. Even shrinks have them, you know. They get emergency calls, too.
He couldn't reach the bedside phone in his present position, so I reluctantly lifted up and let him move over far enough to lift the receiver. "Yes?" he said.
I was able to overhear a feminine voice. Not an excited one. A soft, cooing sound. He listened, beginning to frown.
"No," he said, firmly. "It's over, Eileen. Over." He left the receiver out of the cradle. He pushed the lever down for the disconnect. He grinned and slid back to his former place.
I mounted, I pushed the big hot cock back up where it belonged. I whined with delight. I began my daily fucking. I would ask no questions. A shrink as handsome and available as he was would have women after him.
"Aren't you curious?" he murmured.
"Some, but you don't have to explain, Cleve. Mona and I are not virgins, believe me."
"At least, I know you aren't," he grinned, squeezing my tits.
"Bastard!" I said happily.
He tipped his hips higher so I'd have more prick to bounce around on. f bounced, I hunched, I had my fun. Not come fun, not yet. The phone call had slowed my passion.
"Eileen is my ex," he said. "She went back to Mama, and she expects me to service her regularly. Not any more."
"I didn't ask," I said.
He held thy breasts and bucked his hips, and I started into my orgasm. I kept from thrusting as long as I could. That first sweet wave of lust, as you climb toward the peek of sensation, is just delicious! Sometimes you think you'll never get there!
I shouted as I did get there. My cunt spasms were so quick and voluptuous I cried out again. I bucked and lunged at his cock. He wasn't coming off this time. But the girl on top sure as hell was! I finished with a swift flurry and he drew me down with my tits against his chest.
"Oh, sweet Jeeeesus!" I breathed, my cunt still twitching and tightening in aftermath: The nuances of relief were utterly delightful. It was what sexy girls need more than anything.
"Cleve, I'll never get enough of this!" I panted. "You made me wait two whole days for it."
"I had some thinking to do," he said, cuddling my ass. "Remarkable for a head doctor, huh?"
I giggled. "About some of your other girl friends, no doubt."
"All that money you girls have is a little scary," he said. "And don't ever offer me any of it."
"Promise!" I gasped.
He squeezed my ass cheeks. "Now go ahead and show me how you can topride, Lana. I've had a fair demonstration, but this time I want the real thing."
I shivered. My cunt juice was drooling down around the root of his cock, my body felt feverish, the way it had before. I could see pink blotches on my upper breasts, my face felt hot. He had me in a state of total erotic readiness.
I slanted my body over his again, he cuddled my swollen breasts, and I started after my next goodie. Ride, ride, ride. Pause. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait. Ohhhhh!
"You're good, Lana," he smiled.
I couldn't answer. I was in a state of thrall that had all my sensibilities centered in my cunt. The hot, luscious feel of his prick was blacking out everything else. I was one big cunt, totally absorbed in enjoying my boyfriend's monster cock. I was panting and whining with sweet expectation.
I bucked and dallied, I lunged and paused. But I reached the 'end of my rope.' Shouting and shaking, I went into my come spin. I was spasming from one end of my body to the other. I was one big tall bundle of coming girl. And right at the end of it I felt his tell-tale response.
He was coming off too!
His harsh moan of rapture, the throb of his prick, the knotting of his balls against my swollen, clasping cunt mouth, sailed me into the pink haze of erotic totality. Each pulse of his cock brought answers from my cunt and clitoris. I was in come heaven. I was his pussy. I belonged here!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"I love your place, Cleve," Mona smiled, sipping from the glass of wine that he had served us.
"Functional," he grinned. I was slightly nervous. Two days had passed since Cleve and I had fucked. Mona was wild to have her hands on him. The only trouble I could see would be how far he would want us to go in a threesome.
Have sex with a guy one on one is not the same as fucking with another girl sharing the prick. Some men go slightly apeshit. What I wanted was simply to have him move from one pussy to the other, all three on or in the same bed.
Mona and I wore shorts and halters, identical outfits, and our hair was coiffed the same. It was one of his days off.
We were on his living room sofa, and he sat in a chair opposite, his legs apart so we could see his basket and the goodies therein. We twins were just as reckless with our legs. The wine was very dry, the kind we like.
"When we're naked how do I tell you girls apart?" Cleve grinned.
We laughed, but it really wasn't that funny. We had heard it before. It's like a fat girl being called 'Fatty.' "Sorry," he said. He started from one exposed crotch to the other. Our shorts were snug and our panties extremely sheer. His prick lump was growing in size. My clit was erecting sweetly.
"I'm wearing this jade ring," I said, holding it up. "Mona has none."
He nodded, finished his wine. His hand trembled slightly. He was very excited. Mona was staring greedily at his cock bulge.
"Let's go," he said, rising to his feet.
"Great!" Mona exclaimed. "I've heard about your super bedroom!"
He grinned and moved between us as we walked along the hallway to his bedroom. Actually, I had told my sister that his boudoir was very subdued. He flicked a switch for piped-in music, adjusted the volume down low. Plenty of daylight crept in around the heavy velour drapes.
We undressed. Cleve beat us. His cock was very high and hard, and although I had told Mona he was well hung, she had to pause and stare. She giggled.
"Baby, that's some cock!"
"And you two are delightful," he said. He moved to the bed, which had been turned back to expose flowery sheets and colorful pillows, and stretched out on his back. His strong, tanned body was a magnet drawing me toward him. My cunt was leaking fun juice, my clit was standing up hard, the pink tip peeking out.
Mona beat me to the bed. She scrambled over above him, her long legs agile. She sat with her cunt about a foot from his rigid cock, staring down at it. Her thighs swung inward.
"Play with me and make me really want it, Cleve," she giggled.
I sank down at his right, my thighs opened wide, my tits arched toward him. I had promised my sister she'd have the first shot at him. My sexy sister scooted her crotch closer to the root of his cock and Cleve drew her down. She kissed him on the mouth, and I saw their tongues flying back and forth. Her tits cuddled against his chest.
His fingers danced along her body, across her ass. She whined her delight and hunched at the slant of his cock, not yet up in her cunt.
Don't get jealous now, I told myself. That would spoil everything! You love to see her take prick and come off. But we never had a real man like Cleve. We had those cheap gigolo types, joy boys.
Mona lifted her hips, found his cock with her restless cunt, and pushed it up, up, up!
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, sitting on his loins, an expression of pure rapture on her face. "My God, that's goooood!"
Cleve fondled her breasts, looked over at me, and smiled. Mona paid no attention; she was so involved in feeling this new hard long cock. Her beautiful face contorted as she began to thrust.
My right hand dropped on my eager cunt. I pressed my palm against my clit and shuddered. I uphunched slowly, watching Mona shiver and strain. She was ready, I knew that, but like me, she loved to prolong the fun.
"Uh, uh, uhhhhh!" she whined, hunching and pausing. She pushed her tits firmly into Cleve's cupping hands. "Oh, it's coming, baby! Uhhhhh! Hold me, hold me!"
The nuances of her orgasm shook her entire body, violently. She was thrusting and coming big! I could almost feel the swift clasping of her cunt around his cock. I saw the pleased look on Cleve's face.
I was jealous! I couldn't help myself. But she would feel the same when I mounted and fucked him and got my cookies busted. As she finished with quick little strokes, he drew her down. They kissed again and she ground her tits against his chest, stroking her ass for the last lingering sensations.
I was wishing I'd brought our favorite dildo. I teased my clit with my fingers and waited. This was much more stimulating than watching Mona fuck a guy at home, with me peering through our one-way window.
I nudged my sister. She unglued her mouth from his and giggled. "Okay, Lana. I know it's your turn." Cleve grinned. "This is going just fine!"
Except that I'm so damned envious I could scream, I thought guiltily. I found him, I fucked him, and he belongs to me!
No! I had to stop this. How could I downgrade my own sweet twin? As Mona lifted up and exposed his huge, cunt-wet cock, I forgot all my jealousy. It was my turn. I was burning for it, I ached for it.
Mona dropped over at his left, and I crawled swiftly upward, straddling him. My swollen cunt found his hot, slick cockhead, and I came down on it. My cunt tightened and clenched in rhythm.
"Uhhhhhh!" I whined, jolting his knob up against my deep tender spot. "God, it's better than ever, Cleve!"
"Come, Lana!" he urged. "You're ready."
"Yess!" I breathed, thrusting again and again. "Ohhhh, it feels like heaven! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh, fuuuuck! Here it comes!"
As I bucked and lunged at his prick my cunt convulsed, my whole pelvis heaved and churned furiously! The nuances of joy were hard and deep and true. I was coming like a freight train! I kept hunching and I went into another frenzy of come-come fun. For several pounding, exotic seconds I was clear out of it...
I recovered. My tits were mashed to his chest, my cunt was still twitching around his prick, and his hands were cupping my ass cheeks.
"Baby, you sure did rush that one," Mona giggled.
"I couldn't help it!" I gasped.
"You're fun when you're coming, sweet sister," Mona purred.
Cleve was grinning like a boy with a new, expensive toy. Perhaps he had expected some problems between Mona and me. Well, I had anticipated some myself, but things were really working out.
"I love to watch you get your jollies, too, dear sister," I giggled. Cleve said nothing. I had already told him a great deal about the early sexual experiments Mona and I had enjoyed. What you expose to a head doctor is private and sacred.
Hating it, I lifted up and slid down at his right. We three rested there, enjoying the aftermath. Cleve hadn't squirted yet. He knew as much about Kama Sutra as Carl Wong, and he had more cock.
Cleve fit a hand on each pussy, and we looked at his prick.
"We're curious, Cleve," I said. I reached over and cuddled his meat. "What variations do you like? Want us to suck your nice, big cock? Feel free to eat us whenever you like! But we would rather not screw each other,"
"I wouldn't ask you beautiful girls to do anything you find distasteful," he smiled, squeezing our puffy cunts. "I'm pretty 'straight.' "
"Good!" Mona and I said, in unison. We all laughed.
A few moments later, Mona was back on top. I vas free of envy or jealousy. I watched her fuck with admiration. I watched Cleve fondle her tits and shoulders and run his fingers through her hair... and it was like he was doing the same for me.
She played it out a long time, almost fifteen minutes! I had my hand on my leaky cunt, the other hand on my breasts. Cleve was going to come sooner or later, but he was far from it now. A stud who knows how to hold, with the girl doing the work, can last a very long time.
Considering that I'd enjoyed Cleve quite a lot before Mona had got him, like tonight, I wanted her to get the most cock.
Finally she was ready for her biggie. She worked in bursts, drawing herself right to the rim of her orgasm, then pausing while the thrills cascaded through her body. Cleve encouraged her with caresses and tit squeezes.
"Ohhhh, this is it!" Mona cried fervishly. "Oh, Cleve! Uhhhh! Ohhhh, hell, here comes my cuuuuunt!"
She bucked and squealed and her entire youthful body shook with the intensity of her climax. I was having one on my fingers. I couldn't help it. I had a lot more to go! I writhed and cried out as the pulsing of my clit and the tightening of my cunt whirled me into a sex thrall.
Cleve watched me come on my hand, and his smile and his shiny eyes told me how much he enjoyed it. Sure, guys like to see a girl masturbate. I think it's because the men about Cleve's age believed that nice girls didn't 'self indulge,' although as a shrink he surely knew better.
Psychiatrists have to deal with sex, which creates a lot of the disorders they attempt to treat. Human sexuality is a many-sided study. Cleve was enjoying his sex with us, you can bet on that! If he had any hangups of his own, they certainly didn't show. His ten thick inches of rigid cock spoke very loudly indeed!
When it was finally my turn to topride again, I was in a state of feverish readiness I had never experienced before. f was in a kind of erotic trance.
I climbed up on his body and my cunt seemed to flame as it snuggled around his big, hot prick. My flesh clasped his cock with clinging eagerness. My clit was stiff and ready, my tits were swollen into high, hard cones. My nipples were longer and thicker than I'd ever seen them.
His face showed his exquisite pleasure. His cock flexed. He was going to come! His hands on my tits had a firm, snug grip. His prick was larger than before. It was going to spew out a big, rusty load of semen.
And my cunt was going to receive it!
I fucked carefully, up and down, around and around, panting and shaking. The squish of our organs together was music in my senses. Mona was palming her puffy cunt, arching it up high. She knew this would be the big show. She wanted to come off when I did, when Cleve did.
I played it out for a long, precious moment. It was so damn good I hated to end it! But my popper had popped a lot of times already, and Mona was not far behind. After this one we would all need a rest and maybe some shut-eye.
Buck and fuck, squirm and. hunch. I was riding high, then low. I was whimpering with delight. My legs and ass were moving with a mind of their own. My cunt was twitching with expectation.
"Ohhhh, do it!" Mona breathed, her hand moving faster on her cunt. "Everybody come!"
I was ready. I bobbed and hunched and shouted as the hard, sweet pounds of my orgasm raked my body. My pelvis erupted! My cunt clasped and tightened. The bed shook as Mona went for her goodies, too.
Cleve's shout of totality brought answering cries from my sister and me. The throb of his cock in thy spasming cunt sent me into dreamland. He was dumping his seed in my churning, sucking, coming cuuuuunt!
I was getting off again! One big one and then another big one! My cunt was having it, loving it!
His big ten was the center of my universe. I knew it, Mona knew it, and my cunt knew it.
Mona and I had found our big stud, at last...
* * *
The law never did catch Henry Thorn. Sandy told us a young Chinese whore stabbed him to death in a Hong Kong joy house.
Steve Upstick was caught with his pants down, his pockets full of coke.
Mona and I now operate a small and exclusive investment firm. We wanted no more police work. You'd be surprised how many rich men will trust two fine looking blonde stock brokers!
Cleve visits our house about twice a week, and we have a ball. Trudi joins in now and then.
Other times we jet down to Tahiti or some other romantic spot. It is so nice to fuck on a warm, sandy beach at night with palm trees swaying overhead and the sound of the surf washing the shore.
For variety, Cleve sometimes goes after us doggie fashion. From one pussy to the other, then back again, then... well, you get the idea.
