Colorado, being one of the higher states, had relatively pleasant summers compared to most of the others. Denver was starting to look like a central northwest New York City, and was fast becoming the cultural center of that region. Here there was a mixture of north and south, east and west, and people not only tolerated one another, but actually got along fairly well. A mixture of southern twangs and New England tones was not uncommon.
Two of the people who had moved to Denver less than two years before were Kathy and Karen Wellman, twenty-five-year-old blonde twins who had been unhappy in the east. They had considered going to California, but decided Los Angeles aid San Francisco were too crowded. Here, in Denver, a person was able to breathe.
Both girls were tall, five-feet-eight inches in height, with roundly cherubic faces and red apple cheeks. They had small, straight noses, and cute little puckered mouths that looked as if they were kissing even when they smiled. Their blonde hair was short, cut in a fluff around their heads, and when the sun shone through their hair from behind, it looked as if the two girls had halos.
Both girls were zoftic, that is, both were big-breasted, and though they didn't have narrow waists, neither did they have excess fat on them. Their hips were very wide, and when looking at either of them from the rear, it brought to mind two wildcats trapped in a sack, struggling to get out. Their legs were chunky but solid, long, firm, and with nicely rounded calves.
Like all twins, Kathy and Karen dressed alike, even now, used the same makeup, and spoke with the same voices. They were as much alike as two identical twins could be, to the point where even when they stood side by side, it was impossible to tell one from the other.
However most of Denver was unaware there were two Wellman girls, because each worked in a separate party of the city. Kathy sold insurance, while Karen sold real estate. Both were experts at their jobs, and were able to explain their work to the other so that each would have been capable of taking over the other's job. Only Kathy had the insurance license, and Karen had the real estate license.
Both girls were popular, and for their first year in Denver had gone out with many different men. It was in their second year that each had found a steady beau. Though each was fairly certain her life wasn't as dull or as boring as it had been in the east, both realized there was something missing, and it was Kathy's boy friend, Ernie Zale, who inadvertently supplied the little spice the two girls needed in their lives.
Ernie Zale was six feet tall, with raven-black, straight, pointy nose, and a rugged, but angular jaw. He had flashing brown eyes, a high forehead, broad shoulders, and was well-built for an insurance salesman who had never really exercised a day in his life.
Kathy had met Ernie in the office where she had trained, and the two of them had gone out selling together. It was at this time he had, one evening, parked in a motel parking lot, in front of a unit, and without a word, had gotten out of the car. Kathy had followed, and he had taken a key out of his pocket, the two of them had gone inside, and though Kathy had made him fight for it, she finally gave in to him and allowed him to fuck her.
Not that she had been a virgin. Her sister and herself had lost their virginity long before coming to Denver.
Now, whenever she was with Ernie, whether on a date or working, it was automatically assumed by the two of them that sex would be involved.
Not that it was boring, but even the different things they did seemed to be regulated.
It was on their last Saturday night date that he had told her, he knew her so well, he was certain he was one man who would always be able to distinguish her from her sister. They were in his apartment, in the bedroom, and Kathy had casually removed her blouse, then reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere as Ernie sat on the bed, admiring her. They always talked as they made love, but during the "Unveiling" Ernie always remained quiet, almost in awe of the beautiful blonde's body. She slid the brassiere down her arms, and he stared at the fullness of her high, round breasts, with their rich pink nipples and equally pink rosettes. They had a nice upward tilt, and just looking at them caused activity in Ernie's crotch.
Kathy looked down at him, arms akimbo, hands on hips, defiance written all over her face. She always looked as if she was daring him to fuck her, and it was one of the many things Ernie enjoyed about her. He smiled, leaning back on the bed, as if letting her know he was very content to simply watch for the moment It was always a pleasure to be with Kathy. As far as he was concerned, her sister was far moodier than she, and he and Karen wouldn't have lasted a day. No, Kathy was an extra-special woman in two billion. Even though you have an identical twin, you're like no one else in the world. You're special. Hell! If there were a whole crowd of women who looked like you. I'd be able to pick you out, just because you're you."
"That's nice," Kathy nodded absently, not even thinking about it at the moment. The only thing on her mind was sex. In order to make certain he didn't crave anything other than her body, she said, before you and I start, is there anything you'd like?"
Ernie smiled and continued looking at the fullness of her breasts. Then he sat up and took a drink he had brought into the bedroom with him and sipped it, saying, "Nothing."
It was a fair-sized bedroom, and the bed on which he was sitting was king-sized, with a solid, foam-rubber mattress. The draperies and carpeting were a rugged blue, and the furniture was all Colonial. The large mirror over the dresser across the room from the bed had been hung in such a way that it tilted allowing the bed's occupants to see themselves.
The relationship between Ernie and Kathy had developed into one where either one or the other was the dominant party for the night. What Kathy liked about Ernie was his not feeling unmanly when she took command between them, like tonight.
"Take off your clothes," she commanded.
Without another word, Ernie stood, removed all his clothing, and allowed Kathy's eyes to inspect him much the way he looked her over when she undressed. Kathy had to admit he had a firm body, all right. His thighs were ruggedly muscular, and the limp cock dangling between them was more than enough for hen There was a kind of kinetic energy running through her body at the moment, exciting her, and she knew once it was unleashed, it would provide some fabulously enjoyable sensations. Ernie picked up his drink again and continued sipping it as Kathy walked around him twice. There was a lot of space between the bed and the right wall of the room, and she was able to circle him without actually going near him.
"You'll do," she said, as if examining a slave.
"Well thanks a heap," Ernie nodded.
"I'm the particular type," Kathy told him, falling into the kind of role-playing that constantly went on between the two of them.
"Well so am I, honey," he said, seeing the way her skirt clung tightly to her thighs. "I've only had first-class pussy, and I would like to make sure you still fit that category."
"There's always something so totally exciting about fucking you," she told him. "It's as if I'm with a total stranger all over again, and it's my first time."
"Well suppose you take off the rest of your clothes so I can see if you measure up to me," Ernie teasingly challenged. "I have to admit, being with you is equally exciting for me."
"Don't I know it," Kathy laughed.
The beautiful blonde unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it, letting it land on the floor. Then she hooked her slender thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties and slid them down her legs."
"Yeeeup!" he nodded. "Still a natural blonde. I like that," he observed, looking at the sparse hairs on her vagina.
"Let's do something really exciting tonight," Kathy challenged. "Let's nakedly walk out of here and go up to the roof and fuck."
"Mmmm? Not tonight, honey. Next week, we can go to the beach and do it there."
Kathy drifted toward him and he put his drink down and took her into his arms. Their hot mouths came clashing together like timpani, her tongue stabbing between his lips, dueling with his tongue, her hands searchingly running up and down his back. Her skin was warm and smooth, and she shivered as he felt her pussy hairs rubbing against his body. Almost instantly Ernie's throbbing cock sprang vibrantly to life as he rubbed her buttocks, leaning over slightly, but not too much, because Kathy was such a tall woman. He liked tall women.
Her full breasts, pressing against his hard, masculine, almost hairless chest, felt warm as the beautiful blonde twisted her mouth against his. She obviously knew how to get to him by now, and she was using every physical trick at her command. When she broke away from him, she looked down at his pulsing penis.
"Now," she teased, "if only you really know how to use that thing the two of us will have a good time."
"It knows its job and its place," Ernie insisted.
The beautiful girl's touch was light as she allowed her fingertips to graze up and down its length.
Then Kathy leaned into the man and let her mouth suck on his nipples, which was pleasant enough, though not as arousing for Ernie as it was for Kathy when he sucked HER nipples. What the hell! In thinking she was giving him pleasure, she took her own pleasure, so Ernie wisely kept his mouth shut.
Her hands went to his throbbing cock, tugging at it and rubbing his testicles. Then she touched his thighs muscles and had to admit their hardness aroused her.
"Talk dirty to me," she suddenly said to him. "It excites me."
Her eyes were flaring, and her teeth were shining white and perfect like the kind one saw in toothpaste commercials on TV.
Even though she was a big woman, Ernie had no trouble picking her up and carrying her to the bed where he gently lay her down.
"Baby, tonight I'm really gonna fuck that cunt of yours," he told her very simply. "I'm gonna take my cock and shove it into just about every wonderful hole you've got, and when you tell me to stop, all I'll do is fuck you that much harder."
"Yes, yes," Kathy gasped, visibly excited by what he was telling her.
"I'm going to throw more prick at you than you've ever had in your entire life. You're gonna beg me to begin, and you'll beg even harder to have me stop. I'll use you in ways you've never dreamed of, making you fuck and suck like there's no tomorrow."
"You're all talk and no action," Kathy insisted.
"Oh yeah? Well you sit up and start sucking on my cock. Suck on it until I tell you to stop, and if that means my squirting joy juice down your throat, then you drink it all."
Kathy, glowing, sat up and reached forward, grabbing his penis and pulling him toward her. Leaning her head forward, she licked with her tongue, washing the head of his cock until it shone and glistened with her saliva. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his penis into the dark, warm cavern, not stopping until she was gagging on it, because she had taken every last inch of it into her gullet.
Kathy held his cock inside, her hands caressing the swells of his balls, pleasing and teasing them. Then she began moving her head back and forth, back and forth, lips tightly squeezing the thickness of his swollen prick, teeth applying just the right amount of pressure, tongue moving around, covering as much of his throbbing cock as it was able to, her jaw muscles actually straining, nostrils widely flaring as excitement made the blonde's entire body quiver.
As always, Ernie was impressed. This was one of the reasons why he didn't bother going out with other women. Kathy really knew how to suck and give a tremendous amount of pleasure. She was very methodical in her ability, and had he not known better, he would have thought her professional. Now she kept on moving her head back and forth, back and forth, lips constantly sucking the thickness of his throbbing penis, teeth chewing just the right way, nibbling hard, her rhythm constant and unvarying, her slender fingers traveling up and down the front of his thighs, then touching the backs of his thighs, and finally she was massaging his belly.
She was one helluva powerhouse, this woman, a female determined to scale the loftiest heights of utter sexual delight and inner gratification. There was no other woman to whom he might compare her, and he came to the definite conclusion she was like a beautiful golden leopard, graceful for all her size-very direct, and if crossed, dangerous.
Her hands continued searching, rubbing, scouring his body and produced all kinds of pleasure wherever they touched him. The gasping man automatically pumped his hips forward and back, and Kathy now held her head steady, memories of the many previous times she had mouth-fucked him bubbling to the surface. Though there had been no spoken words on the subject between the two of them, both knew marriage was something imminent. Kathy knew no other man would be quite as satisfying, and Ernie was certain no other woman fitted so nicely to him as this luscious blonde.
Then Kathy began rubbing her vagina, her palm massaging her clitoris as she probed with her middle finger, pushing it into her tender vaginal opening. She moaned loudly as she felt it swell and grow erect, pulsating with pleasure.
Ernie picked up his pace, holding the beautiful blonde's head steady, excited and thrilled by the noises she was making in her throat. She twisted her head around and around on the penis, and it was obvious she wanted to suck him to completion, but the man didn't want that. Another reason why the two of them enjoyed one another was the fact that each was interested in making the other climax. Ernie didn't want to fire a load down her throat at the moment because it was obvious Kathy was a long way away from an orgasm, herself.
Kathy, on the other hand, wanted to make the man come in her mouth with the idea he would be able to satisfy her, afterward. She sucked the long, fleshy tube vibrantly, but Ernie stubbornly pulled his throbbing prick from her mouth, saying, "Not yet, baby. I may be good for more than one load, but I don't want to let go of the first one so easily."
"Have YOU ever sucked a cock?" Kathy asked.
"No," he replied. "What's more, I have no desire to do so."
"Ah, but the time has come for some role reversal," Kathy laughed.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ernie asked.
Standing up, Kathy said, "You just stay right where you are."
Going out of the bedroom, she went to the kitchen where she had seen what she wanted. A few moments later she returned, holding a peeled banana. Smiling, she walked over to the bed, lay down, spread her legs wide, and then very, very carefully pushed the long piece of fruit into her cunt until only the tip was sticking out. It was cold at first, but it soon warmed up.
"Mmmmmmm!" she gasped. "That feels good in there. Now come on, Ernie. It's time for you to suck MY cock."
Ernie laughed out loud, then lay down, prone on the bed, with his head between the beautiful blonde's thighs. Reaching out, he murmured, "I'm a sadist. I'm going to chew your cock off." He bit the tip of the banana off and swallowed it. Then, little by little, with his lips pressed against her pussy, he began sucking the banana out of her, using his thumbs to keep her cuntlips spread wide apart.
Raising her buttocks, Kathy jammed a pillow underneath in order to make it easier for Ernie to continue. His lips washed up and down her vagina, lapping at her crevice as he sucked out more of the banana, little by little. His upper lips rubbed her clitoris as he chewed. To Kathy, the banana felt like a nice prick, and so she did her best to prevent it from sliding out of her cunt too quickly.
Another inch of it oozed out, and it was covered with her vaginal secretions. Ernie continued nibbling away and decided it was a very tasty combination. This made him think of a lot of other things he would like to try in the future. Hell! There was an endless amount of goodies a woman would be able to push into her cunt for a man to eat out He wondered why he had never thought of this before. What the hell! It would take Kathy to come up with this idea.
Kathy was unable to hold still. Her body began squirming around, and as a result her muscular contractions caused the banana to break into several pieces. Ernie was aware of it when a piece slid out of her cunt into his mouth without his having to bite into it. He knew she would be getting the rest of it out of her, but in order to keep her from thinking about the broken banana, he slipped a finger into the tightness of her asshole. He had to really push to get it in there, because her sphincter had snapped tightly shut. Still, little by little he managed to screw his finger into her. This made the beautiful woman automatically raise herself a little more, forcing her cunt all the harder against Ernie's sucking mouth.
Smacking his lips he nibbled away and listened to the lovely blonde woman's moans and gasps.
"Ohhhhhh... y-e-e-e-e-e-e-ssssss... it feels s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooddduuuhhh... " she gasped again.
"Tasty, too," Ernie added.
Kathy began squeezing her vaginal muscles harder, and this caused the last two sections of banana to slide from the depths of her pussy, and Ernie began chomping quickly, chewing fast.
"Now let's have the flesh banana," she panted. "Fuck the ass off me!"
"Now that sounds like a brilliant idea," Ernie agreed, at that moment thinking to take her literally.
The handsome dark-haired man kept his middle finger buried in the depths of her asshole as he bore down on her, moving his tongue in and out of her tasty vaginal slit. He probed deeply with his oral organ, touching her inner vaginal walls all over, and the beautiful blonde sighed louder and louder.
His mouth was filled with her sparsely haired pussy, which still tasted of the banana it had contained.
PINEAPPLE CUNT, COCOANUT CUNT, STRAWBERRY PUSSY, BLUEBERRY NOOKIE, EVEN MEAT GRAVY TWAT, the man thought, smiling to himself. His teeth pressed firmly against her hairy sex mound, actually hurting her a little, but the masochist in her loved it and she wanted more and more.
"For the love of God, don't stop!" she gasped.
Ernie was very content to continue at the moment. He rolled the beautiful blonde Kathy over so her crotch was lying on his face, then he pulled his finger from her asshole and wrapped his arms around her waist, sucking on her quivering pussy for all it was worth.
The beautiful blonde ground her cunt into his mouth, wishing he had a tongue as long and as solid as his driving cock. It teased, pleased, and drove her toward her orgasm. Her breath came in loud heaves as she got hotter and hotter.
"Bite me! Bite me!" she insisted.
The loving Ernie obediently began nibbling away at the outer folds of her cunt. The sensation it created in the beautiful woman's body was one of exquisite rapture-a kind of excitement that is as much mental and psychological as it is physical. She bucked solidly against him, slamming hard, almost smothering him as she screamed, "AAAIIIYYYAAAGGG-HHH...
I'MMMM... UUUGGGHHH...
COMMMIIINNNGGGUUUGGGHHH... AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNHHH!" Her cunt opened wide, surrounding his face, and splash after splash of hot oil hit his mouth, his nose, his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, and his eyelids. The fluid kept pouring from her inner canal and slopping all over the handsome man's face as he continually tried catching it in his mouth.
Like a man dying of thirst, Ernie used his tongue to lap into her pussy, dredging the oils out of her as she continued spasming, blasting fresh spurts of her inner viscous liquid. Mini-convulsions made her body quiver and shake again and again. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the aromatic musk of her as she smeared her pussy all over his face. His hands gripped the rounded cheeks of her buttocks in an effort to curtail her frantic motions which made it rather difficult for him to suck her vagina.
She finally stopped moving, temporarily satisfied. Ernie turned his face from her cunt in order to breathe, now panting heavily, even picking out three curly pussy hairs from between his teeth, and pulling two more from his tongue.
Kathy was one hot little number, that was for sure, and Ernie liked that. It encouraged him. Passive women held no interest for him. Kathy was an aggressive girl who knew what she wanted. She was his kind of woman, all right, and of the different women like her, none approached her in making him feel like a man.
Kathy rolled off him, her whole body flushed and hot. Then she straddled him, but in reverse, so that her back was facing him, and she said, "Pick a hole, ANY HOLE!"
Considering her position, the choice was an easy one. Ernie spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart and placed the solid head of his throbbing cock against her asshole. He spat on his hand, rubbed the saliva on his penile point, lubricating it to make it a little easier for himself, then he aimed it, and he began pushing.
The first time Ernie had convinced Kathy to let him fuck her in the ass, she had screamed bloody murder, and yet, by the time his cock was finishing in her, she was having an anal climax, and from then on there was no argument from her. For the next few times he had found it very difficult fitting his cock inside, and once he had even wanted to give up, but Kathy had insisted he fuck her there and bring her to her satisfaction.
Now, as he pushed his cock in, still with resistance, but knowing it would go all the way, he heard her gasp, "Oh wow! I feel every fucking inch of the throbbing tool." She lowered her head slightly and her full breasts shook as the man's pulsing penis slowly continued disappearing into the tightness of her gripping asshole. He finally got it all the way in, and Kathy, who had been leaning forward, sat back and began wiggling her behind a little.
"You bastard!" she sighed. "You really taught me to love it in the ass."
"I would never have believed it," Ernie laughed.
"My sister would scream her head off if anyone ever did it to her there. But me. I'll take it in there every fucking time."
"Sometimes I'm afraid my cock is too thick for you," he told her. "I worry about hurting you."
"I like being hurt," Kathy replied. "Come on, pinch my nipples, go ahead and hurt me, huh."
Ernie wasn't going to offer any objections. He wasn't a sadist, but he knew some women thrived on a little pain. So he reached around and up and gave her full breasts a good, solid shaking before he pinched her nipples as hard as he was able.
Even though he was well aware of woman's tolerance of pain was so much higher than that of any man, the handsome, dark-haired insurance salesman was impressed by Kathy. His fingers were strong and the beautiful zoftic blonde leaned back into him, her face almost lined and contorted with thrilled excitement. She clamped her hands over his and intensified her own pleasure.
Then she leaned forward, her full breasts jouncing and swinging free from her body. Her soft, gold hair had the bedroom lamp shining through it, making it look like a golden halo around her head as Ernie began solidly fucking her rectum. He lunged upward, banging his crotch into her ass. It was as if he wanted to visit some kind of punishment on her with his hard cock, fucking her into the kind of submission he instinctively knew excited and gratified her.
"Fu-fuck me as ha-hard as you can!" she demanded, her voice hissing out of her through tightly clenched teeth.
There seemed to be nothing inwardly soft about the lovely tall blonde. Everything, at least where sex was concerned, had to be solidly hard, rough, primitive, ALMOST animalistic. The handsome insurance man happened to enjoy it this way, himself. Reaching around her left thigh with his left hand, he crudely crammed three fingers into the tightly seething depths of her wetly flooded vagina. He gouged his fingers in and out very rapidly.
The beautiful Kathy was pumping her lovely ass up and down as she thrilled to the pressure of the hard cock slamming into her rectal tightness.
Her asshole clung firmly to his throbbing penis-almost too tightly for Ernie's liking. Nevertheless, the black-haired man continued giving her a good double dose, driving his cock into her ass and nailing his three fingers into her soddenly soaking pussy.
Kathy felt her anal orgasm blast through her as her head whipped wildly from side to side. The thrillingly fantastic release from the overpowering tension that precedes orgasm made her squirm and wriggle uncontrollably.
"HHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHH-HAAARRRGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gagged out.
YOU MAY BE THE WORLDS MOST WONDERFUL WOMAN, BUT YOU FUCK LIKE YOU HAVE BALLS, Ernie thought as he picked up his pace, hammering his swollen cock upward as if trying to cut her neatly in half, curious to see how much more she was able to withstand.
His weighty testicles slapped against her flowering cunt and the scrotal flesh was soon slippery and hot from the thick, colorless ointment continually oozing from between the soft pink petals of her pussylips. His fingers dug at the inner recesses of her vagina, stretching her flesh, but infinitely improving her climax for her.
Now the gasping insurance man slowed his cock strokes down a little. The helpless man lay there with Kathy sitting on top of him, sucking in air as fast as she was able to through her wide-open mouth. Her breasts continued swinging from side to side. That was the moment Ernie chose to pull his fingers from her juicy cunt, and then he slowly tugged his cock from the tightness of her super hot asshole. Hoisting her buttocks higher, he moved his cock forward, then let her down again, this time with his cock in her cunt."
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy Goddduuuhhh!" she gasped. "I love the way you're f-u-u-u-u-u-u-ckinnng meee... "
Such compliments were wasted on Ernie at this point. He was well aware she loved the way he fucked, otherwise they wouldn't be humping steadily. He knew for a fact that she hadn't been seeing anyone else since they had started dating, but then, neither had he.
Her sucking pussy was a tight sheath that excitedly grabbed him. Ernie gripped her at the creases formed where her hips joined her body and pulled her down onto the thickness of his cock, ramming it into her belly as hard as he was able. He repeated the process again and again, viciously colliding his body with hers.
"Spin around," he told her. "I want to see those tits of yours bounce while I fuck you."
Kathy lifted her cunt from his cock, and bottled-up lubricant suddenly came splashing down out of her, flooding all over Ernie's groin and belly. Taking the head of his cock, she put it to the entrance of her sex, now looking down into his face, grinning like a troll instead of an angel.
Kathy leaned forward a little, not wanting to put her full weight on him, giving the man room to move. Her apple-cheeked face glowed with the expression of a woman who was getting an excellent fucking. She was smart enough to know by now that very few men were really capable of throwing a good fuck into her. Not that she was promiscuous, but she had known about an even dozen men in her lifetime before meeting Ernie. Eleven of them had been back east, and every one of them, including the man she had surrendered her virginity to, had come up short of totally satisfying her. Even the one man she had known here, in Denver, prior to meeting Ernie, had not been satisfactory.
Her sister, Karen, was far less experienced sexually than she. In fact, Karen had confessed she had only made it with a total of three men, and though her latest boy friend was the most satisfactory, Karen was certain he'd be able to do so much more for her if he weren't so damned inhibited. To date, Karen had never known any of the sexual pleasures Kathy had known, other than missionary, flat-on-her-back fucking. The two women often discussed their paramours, and Karen once wished she might borrow Ernie so he would show her what "fancy fucking" was all about.
At the time, Kathy had insisted Ernie would spot the difference immediately, since Karen would probably be too afraid to really do anything she, Kathy, loved doing. Karen had sighed and nodded, telling Kathy she was probably right.
Kathy now leaned over further, her nipples touching his chest. Her lancing tongue suddenly slipped past his lips into his mouth and began searching around. Ernie felt himself totally surrounded by the smells and sounds of her, as well as the taste of her. He was motivated to the extent that he continued a methodically driving pace, tattooing the inner depths of her vaginal pocket with the thrumming head of his driving cock.
Kathy took her mouth from that of her lover and pressed the palms of her hands into his shoulders to give her leverage as she began bucking faster and faster. Her thighs clamped tightly around the cock, and the feel of it pushing in and out of her cunt was enough to drive her toward another orgasm.
Ernie crammed himself solidly into her, his hands filling themselves with her breasts and his fingers pinching her nipples.
"That's what the old cock's there for, honey," he told her.
Now Ernie put on a burst of totally unexpected speed, catching his beautiful blonde girl friend completely off-guard. She clamped her eyes shut as she felt the waves of lubricity gush from the depths of her pussy. Kathy felt as if she were climaxing through her pores, the feeling so swamped her body. She was fully experiencing that rare awareness so few people really were able to achieve during fucking.
Now she gave Ernie everything she had, her tight cunt wetly quivering as it released its pools of hot oil. The man's thrusting cock was bathed with the fluid and she began to overflow. Their pubic hairs were sopped and almost totally matted down from the thrilling wetness.
Ernie removed his hands from the swells if her full breasts and began slowing down. Hell! If he kept this pace up much longer he'd kill himself before climaxing. He was no kamikaze. He wanted to take his blonde bombshell the full distance, and getting there was definitely as much fun as finally arriving.
She continued riding his upthrusting penis, feeling every last inch of him even though her inner walls were well-lined with the lubrication both of them were emitting. Dots of perspiration lined her upper lip as she continued swinging her buttocks from side to side.
"Shoot into me... shoot into me... " she panted, gasping. "Come on, you know I love the feeling of that hot sperm."
Ernie was trying, but for the moment the semen wasn't coming. The lovely blonde's inherent sexuality, which was more of a heavy nuance rather than a physical thing, thrilled him and he was glad he wasn't coming just yet, wanting to fuck her a little longer. He knew, once he came, there would be need for some rest before they'd be able to go again.
Kathy was doing one helluva good job on him, wiggling her lovely ass around, squeezing his cock, running her hands up and down his flat belly.
"I need it in me so bad," she was gasping.
"Sure, I know," he acknowledged.
"Harder! Harder!" she passionately pleaded.
Although her vocabulary at this point was very limited, it was, nevertheless, direct and to the point, leaving absolutely no room for misunderstanding. Ernie complied, digging his heels into the mattress and hurling himself upward, slamming into her with reckless abandon, smashing his body against hers.
The bedsprings, even though well-oiled, creaked from the abuse they were receiving. For a minute the helpless man wondered if his expensive bedding was about to finally give way. Even the perspiration on her body smelled sweet to him, knowing it was there because of what the two of them were doing.
Ernie almost reveled in the sense of thrusting j power his solid masculine body and his cock gave him, and for a minute he had that omnipotent feeling a lot of men have when they're fucking the hell out of a woman, making her climax as often as one might pull the trigger of a gun.
"Ohhhhhh... honeeey... come on... come on... come on... give it to meeeeee," she pantingly gasped.
At that moment, Kathy started hitting him I with the heel of her hand about the shoulders and neck, and even his face, and it seemed to be just what was needed to bring him to the peak of his own satisfaction.
Half-sitting up, he swung around so his feet, were able to flatten themselves on the floor, and Kathy wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist. Leaning forward, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and he began firmly chewing on the pellet. This was it! He was going to come!
"AAAUUUWWWAAAUUUGGGHH-HMMMFFFWWWUUURRRGGGH-HHWWWAAAUUUFFFMMMGGGW-WWAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, his mouth crammed with her breast as he began firing wad : after wad of heavy semen into her. He chewed harder on her nipple, bucking into her, and it was what was needed for Kathy to have one more small climax. She clung tightly to him, clamping her thighs solidly around him, holding him firmly, clutching him closer and closer, pulling him against her body. She bounced and bounced on the spurting penis, and when he fell back on the bed, she remained in the upright sitting position so she'd be able to feel it as long as possible.
When she was no longer able to feel his shrunken penis, she lifted herself off him, and great gobs of sperm came gushing out of her, falling all over his groin and belly. Smiling, Kathy walked to the bathroom, got a towel, and wiped him clean. Then she kneed her way onto the bed, and clamped her thighs around his head, saying, "You put the stuff into me, now you lick it out, and do a good job, Ernie, or I'll have to punish you by not letting you fuck me again, tonight."
CHAPTER TWO
Externally, the twins were exactly alike. Even temperamentally they seemed the same. However Kathy's exposure to sex at an earlier age than her sister had made her almost aggressive, whereas Karen always managed to charm people to her way of thinking. Each, in her own way, was a superlative saleslady. But when it came to sex, each had an entirely different life.
Karen had met, and had fallen in love with, three different men in her life. The first two turned out to be run-of-the-mill lotharios who took advantage of her, and then left her. The third one was blond, tall Paul Levering. Paul was six-feet-three inches in height, and he worked in the same real estate office as Karen. Both were salespeople, and so as a result hardly saw one another in the office, except on Fridays, when the head of the agency would call a weekly meeting in order to see how he might help out his staff. It was at one of these meetings that Karen had become close to Paul, and afterward, they had gone out for coffee, and then spent the whole day with one another.
Paul had eyes as blue as Karen's were grey, and he sported a light blond mustache. His hair was almost Afro, and would have been had he let it grow long. Before working in real estate, Paul had been a male nurse, and he had worked in the violent ward, where he had held down many a wild man whose strength had increased tenfold for a short duration. His nose was short and slightly upturned, and he had a jaw of granite.
Just as Karen always dressed immaculately for her job, so did Paul, and when he took her out he was no less immaculate.
The two of them dated for nearly six months before Paul dared make some kind of move, and only because Karen showed her receptivity, did he continue. They had been dating for eight months since the first time they had slept together, and they still did everything as if it were the first time.
As Kathy and Ernie were having a wild time in the latter's apartment, Karen and Paul had returned to HIS apartment, no less lavish than that of Ernie's, though across town. While Ernie was aware Kathy had a twin sister, and had even spoken with her a few times, Paul knew very little about Karen's family. He knew she had a sister, but that was all he knew.
What went on between Paul and Karen was as much of a ritual as what took place between her sister and Ernie. But it was an entirely different kind of ritual. Paul always had to convince Karen to let him make love... which, of course, was precisely what Karen wanted him to do. But Karen yearned to do more than have a missionary sexual joining, yet she didn't have the courage to tell it to Paul.
On this particular night, Karen had been telling Paul about all the love affairs her sister had enjoyed. Paul nodded, totally understanding, and as the two of them sat on the sofa in his apartment, staring out the picture window at the stars dotting the sky, Paul, with his left arm around Karen's pink-sweatered shoulder, said, "And you feel it's wrong for your sister to have so MANY affairs?"
"Well, it's kind of unfair," Karen was whispering, tugging at her off-white skirt. I mean, she's out making love all the time, and I'm a good girl. That is. I'm careful about to whom I make love. I won't just give myself to any man."
"Of course not," Paul agreed. "That's why I love you so much. You're going to make me the perfect wife one day, just as soon as I save enough money to start my own real estate office. The two of us will be able to work it together."
"Yes, I know," Karen sighed, playing with his fingers.
"But in the meantime, there's no reason why your sister should have all the fun, is there? Honest, Karen, you're only cheating yourself when you keep away from me."
"Gee, Paul, do you really think it's right... "
"Heck, Karen, have I ever abused you? Do you think for a minute I'd hurt you? We love one another, and even if we can't marry yet, that's no reason for us to withhold ourselves from one another. Don't you think I'm right?"
"Well... I guess so," Karen breathed in reply, knowing she was going to sleep with this man again, hoping deep down he had something else planned other than the usual simple screwing. She knew she wasn't exactly knowledgeable when it came to sex, but he apparently knew as little as she. Still there was that thrill of forbidden desire coursing through her, that idea of doing something monumental in her life, almost as if she were doing this in answer to her sister's affairs. Her body was sexually aroused... of that there was no doubt. But there was more to it than that. There was love, as well. Her body was fully matured now, and she was smart enough to know that keeping herself from sexual pleasures would merely frustrate her that much more. Hell! Her sister was indulging in sex that much more freely, and she, being her sister's twin, certainly had as much right as Kathy to indulge. She had I as ripe and as full a body as her sister. It had taken some time to open her mind to the fact that she had to allow herself this right, and twice she had been hurt, allowing men who really didn't care for her as an individual to use her. But Paul had proven more than once how much he loved her, even to the extent of turning two of his big commissions over to her when they were first going together so she would be able to meet her weekly quota and not be fired. True, she would have been able to go somewhere else, but the truth was she wanted to stay in the same office with Paul.
Paul loved every little part of this beautiful blonde woman. She had the kind of body that drove him out of his mind, and she never made fun of the fact that even though he was six-feet-three, he didn't have one of those fourteen-inch penises super studs had. Not that he was small... not by any means, but so many of the other females he had dated and gone to bed with had expected him to be built like a stallion. Hell! Karen was all he wanted. Her breasts were full and soft, her buttocks round and firm. Beneath her flat, taut belly was the sparse pussy hair he had so often seen-hair that mingled with his own when they merged. Inwardly he did have the desire to put his mouth down there, but he was afraid to broach the subject, fearful she would reject him if he suggested it. But hell! She was passionate and wonderful. She proved it every time, always climaxing just before he did.
The thoughts in Karen's brain were starting to affect her now, as she realized she and Paul were once again at that point of the evening in their relationship where the fun really began. Even now, she was feeling gentle twitchings in the depths of her quivering belly, and her soft pussylips rubbed against one another between her thighs, secreting droplets of hot, oily fluid. Paul's being near to her always did this to Karen. Her lacy panties were already soaking wet, and she was unconsciously opening and closing her thighs, moving them in a gathering sexual rhythm. Her nipples were already hardening under her brassiere and sweater. The image of her lover fucking her was so vivid now, even if it was flat-on-her-back, it was better than no lovemaking at all. Looking down, she saw the lump in his crotch and realized her presence had aroused him, and all this did was make her even hotter.
Paul was sensing the way Karen was trembling beneath his arm, shuddering, but not with fear. Say rather she vibrated with an innately deep and animalistic thrill as it shattered through her plumply delicious body, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer, now. She was almost ready... yes indeed. He was going to make love to her again and relish every last little bit of it. Hah! All the other men in the office hungered after Karen, and he wondered how they would feel if they knew he was getting her lovely cunt.
He continued softly stroking her rounded shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down the length of her beautifully well-shaped arm, knowing full well the pressure of his fingers was having its effect on her.
Karen's face was buried in his shirt at the moment, and he sensed a quickening of her breath under his caress. He brought his hand up, sliding it along her back now, then down, down, down almost to the curve of her sweet, rounded buttocks, then bringing his fingers up to tease the ridged length of her spine.. All the while Paul continued whispering words into her soft hair.
"You and me, Karen, just the two of us again. We've made love before, and it was wonderful. Between the two of us it really is making love, and not fornicating. You've liked it before, and you know you're going to like it again, honey. Just let yourself go completely, that's all. You're ready for it, angel, you know damned well you are. Come on, Karen, tell me you want me to make love to you. You know I won't do it unless you say so."
It was true. He wouldn't make love to her unless she gave the okay. He respected her, and this was another of the many reasons why Karen loved him. This was also a part of the ritual between them, and not once had she been able to refuse him. Nor was she able to deny him this time.
"Ohhh... Paul... yes, yes, yes, let's make love," she whispered, moaning softly.
She was panting faster and faster now, as if breathing hot fire from her lungs through his thin shirt. She knew exactly what he wanted, and her heart was beating faster and faster with the idea of giving it to him. She had been ready for lovemaking ever since he had picked her up some three hours earlier. He had taken her to see a play, and then they had gone to a restaurant, and through it all only one thing really mattered, and that was that they would make love when it was all over.
God! She wished he would do more than simply finger her and then fuck her. Fuck! Yes, that was precisely what he did to her, and even though he loved her, all he seemed capable of doing was man-on-top fucking. She wished she knew some of the different things Kathy did. If she dared, she would have suggested them to Paul, but at the moment her mind was a complete blank. This was totally ridiculous. Why wasn't she able to remember the different things Kathy admitted doing with her own lover? She found herself quivering and shuddering with excitement anyway, because she knew the time had come for them to love each other. Hell! No matter how he did it, she would welcome him.
Paul sensed her burning internal lust, and knew now that she had agreed to what he wanted, she was his to enjoy for the rest of the evening at a relaxed pace. She was ready for love... prime!
He gently moved his hand to her shoulder again, then lightly brought it down to cover the swelling mound of her breast. It was soft, yet firm, round, yet supple, almost hard, yet resilient. He ran his thumb across the hardened nipple, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, and his throbbing, aching length of cock leaping like a wild beast seeking escape from his shorts and trousers.
He shuddered with anticipation as he always did with Karen. She was the first woman to make him feel like a fulfilling man. He loved just being with her. That he was able to make love to her was the most wonderful thing of all.
Karen sighed, knowing that in spite of wanting more, she was going to like what he intended doing with her. Even if it was a simple fucking, it was still the most exciting thing to take place each week as far as she was concerned.
Paul was still stroking the roundness of her breast. He stroked softly at first, then more firmly, and then his fingers dipped down and rolled up the thin material of her sweater, his fingers now trailing heated paths along her belly to the snowy cups of her filled brassiere. Then, as they always did, his searching fingers slowly moved down, dipping inside the loose summer brassiere to touch the delightful smoothness of her full, silken mammaries. Her hips began writhing, squirming and wriggling in spiraling delight against the sofa, and she turned her body slightly toward him, her head lifting, her eyes closed very gently. Paul lowered his head and covered her mouth with a rain of soft kisses. When her lips parted, he flicked his tongue between them, washing her teeth, and the two of them kissed open-mouthed for a long, long time, clinging tightly to each other.
Now his fingers dipped even lower inside her brassiere, finding the hard bud of her nipple and pinching it almost to the point of pain with his thumb and forefinger. His delving tongue probed almost mercilessly in and out of the lovely blonde woman's mouth, and Karen made all kinds of tiny, excited purring sounds into his mouth.
Then his huge, paw-like hand slid out of her brassiere and moved to her stockinged thigh. Karen stopped him for just a moment as she rolled her stockings down and pulled them off, leaving them rolled up in her shoes. Then she cuddled against him again, and now his hand was touching the bare flesh of her thigh, sliding along her hot skin under her skirt, and then under the legband of her panties. Higher and higher his crawling fingers moved, causing her to shiver and quake with continually mounting passion as the erotic stimulation in her built to a higher and higher pitch. Then the tips of his fingers were touching the dampness of her crotch. His finger began rubbing through the surrounding hair and massaging the labia, moving up and down the moistly hair-fringed crack of her tight opening as she parted her legs to assist him.
As always, it felt so good to Karen, so wonderfully good. His fingers delving between her thighs made her tremble and shudder, causing chills to run up and down the length of her spine again and again as she knew she was going to be fucked. Fucked! There was that word again, and it was a grand, glorious word because of what it connoted.
The strong, almost cock-like probing fingers of Paul Levering's hand now pushed aside the drenched crotchband of her panties because they had gotten in the way, and he extended his middle finger, slipping it into the wetly trembling vaginal opening, instantly pushing deeper and deeper, feeling how tightly her walls gripped his probing digits. Then he slid the finger out and brought it along the length of her slit until he was massaging her clitoris. He began teasing it, stroking it, tweaking it, rubbing and massaging it, excited by the feel of her softness and the vibrating arousal of her firm, womanly body. His breath came in heavy pants, his tongue thrusting between her lips unmercifully.
There was no stopping the two of them, now. The two lovers were well aware they were on the road to fulfilling the commitment each had made with the other. Satisfaction-total and complete satisfaction was the only conclusion either of them would want.
Usually they went into the bedroom, but the one different thing Paul was doing was continuing right here on the couch, and this difference in itself was enough to thrill Karen a little more. Karen was neither worried nor afraid as she had been with her two previous lovers. Somehow Paul always held out long enough for her to achieve her own climax. He never hurt her, and there was so much delightful bliss in his touch she wondered why she always held out and made him work for her body. Perhaps because she never wanted him to take her for granted. In any case, the man was more than willing to work for her. This pleased her, knowing her lover thought enough of her every time to begin all over, as if she were some kind of virgin who had to be gently led into this way of lovemaking.
He guided her, making her lie down on the soft cushions of the sofa, his middle finger continuing to tantalize her nakedly throbbing clitoris, his tongue still probing in and out of her deliciously tender mouth, moving rapaciously. Eventually, he took his mouth from hers and hovered over her supinely trembling, anxiously waiting body. His feverish fingers moved rapidly now, pulling down the zipper on her skirt, then hooked into the waistband of said skirt and tugged it off. The next thing he did was undo her garter belt and slide it off, as well. Slowly, very slowly, he began to slide her panties down off her buttocks, moving them over her thighs, then her legs, and obediently the trembling young blonde woman arched her back, raising her hips to assist him. At last Karen's soft, sparsely furred pussy came into view, with its pouting labia and throbbing interior of pinkness that drew him closer and closer.
Now that he had Karen naked from the waist down, he had the beautiful blonde sit up. She was panting, breathing hard as he pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it to the side. Then her brassiere was unsnapped, and it slid off her shoulders and also fell to the floor.
She lay back on the sofa again, her breasts rising and falling cadently. She was totally undressed now, completely naked, and she reveled in the hungering glances Paul gave her, looking her over from top to bottom. There were times when she thought he was almost going to put his head between her thighs, and she widened her legs a little more, feeling her pussy growing even wetter under his constant stare, hoping he would do it. But he didn't. She wondered if he thought it disgusting.
The thrillingly aroused blonde continued feeling spasmodic little jolts of thrilling pleasure ripple through her tremulous vagina and then quaver through the entire length of her body as the powerful man's hand once again closed over the fullness of her tautly firm, oversized breast. The man made no secret of the delight he felt, his hand caressing her nipple, feeling it becoming more and more excited, swelling as it never had, before. He began rolling his fingers across the diamond-hardness of the little pink bud, tweaking them into exciting arousal. Then she was aware of his head lowering itself onto her panting chest, feeling his hot, wet mouth encompassing one of the pink nipples, flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his lapping tongue. She groaned and gasped again and again, her hips starting a slow, undulating rhythm on the sofa; the rhythm of sexual love instinctive in all womankind. OHHHHHH!
Paul continued pulling with his lips and sucking on her nipple while he moved on the couch beside her, moaning his excitement at her perfect femininity. His hands left her flesh at that moment and he was up on his feet. Karen opened her eyes for an instant and saw him hurriedly pulling off his expensive clothing, throwing everything on the floor as if they were rags. Standing over her, wanting to feel totally masculine, he said to her, "Look at me, Karen! Honey, look at what I have for you. You're going to get it all... every last inch of it. Understand?"
Slowly, the desire-maddened young blonde opened her twinkling grey eyes again. She saw him kneeling on the floor beside her as she lay on the couch, and now he was as naked as she, his face twisted with a grin of lascivious desire. Her gaze slowly moved down the length of his muscular body and came to rest on his crotch. She knew he had an inferiority complex about his penis, and so never failed to gasp at the sight of it, as if in total awe of it. She wondered why he should feel inferior about it. Heck! As far as she was concerned, it was certainly long and thick enough. Anything bigger would be causing constant pain. She liked what Paul Levering possessed, and she wanted it in her cunt. As far as she was concerned, it really was big, certainly big enough to stretch her vagina after it had been already entered by two previous penises. This was the first cock Karen had ever seen up close in full erection-the other two entering her in a dark room where she really hadn't had the opportunity to see them. She had no idea what penises were supposed to look like, but as far as she was concerned, Paul Levering's penis, with its pink top and its white shaft looked gorgeous. How many times had that wonderful instrument burrowed into the tightly squeezing depths of her shuddering vagina, sinking deep, deep, deep into the fleshy folds of her wonderful cunt, widening her, making her quiver and long for more. Perhaps the only qualm she had was Paul's extra care when with her. Her vagina was tight, very tight, and every time, he entered her, he stretched her all over again. As far as Karen was concerned, this was wonderful, because it meant her elasticity inside was such, she snapped back to her original virgin tightness each time Paul was finished with her. There was no ACTUAL pain when he entered her, but he did stretch her, and she gasped a little from the pressure. He thought he was hurting her, and so he was all the more hesitant about what he was doing. As he touched her, goosepimples raised all over her flesh, and once again he was under the impression she was frightened.
"Relax, Karen-honey," he said to her, panting. "I won't hurt you... I promise... you'll like it. You always do. Trust me! I've never really caused you any bad pain, and I'm certainly not going to do so now."
His words seemed to have a calming effect on her, and her body totally relaxed. She knew better than he that he wasn't going to hurt her, because he never had hurt her. Paul was the one man in her life she'd be able to trust. The roaring desire to be fucked had all but totally consumed her and she was a woman totally mesmerized as she looked at the throbbing long length of her lover's cock. In her mind she was already imagining how it was going to feel rummaging around inside her tight pussy. Ummmmm! What joy! What delight! How WONDERFUL!
Dreamily she watched as her paramour lifted himself onto the sofa beside her, and his head dipped down once again to the quivering fullness of her rounded breasts. She moaned softly with desire as she continued watching him take first one breast and then the other into his hungering mouth, licking and sucking at the rigid nipples, letting his tongue wash over each of her areolae until she wanted to scream and shout with waves of thrilling pleasure as delight continued washing through her basically innocent and shapely body. Paul was indeed doing a few things different tonight, taking the time to kiss her breasts for awhile instead of hurrying the coital action he always so desired. Mmmmmmm! When he touched her it was so wonderful, so delightfully dreamy.
Paul Levering's eyes continued to hungrily stare at the perfect triangle of the lovely lady's soft and curling fuzz-like vaginal hair. It was nestled neatly against her pelvis, in the crotch between her chunky thighs, the gold was barely visible. More clearly visible was the glistening wetness of her pink vagina resting cozily there.
Oh God! God! She was beautiful, really beautiful! He had never encountered any girl as sweet and as exciting as this one. That lovely cunt of hers was a dream, a real dream, so rich and so pink and so tight... yes, so tight... waiting, just waiting for his throbbing penis to lay claim to it. Paul Levering was a realist. In spite of her tightness, he knew Karen hadn't been a virgin when he had initially entered her, but he was smart enough to accept the fact that it wasn't the first penis that counted in a woman, it was the last penis, and the last penis in Karen's cunt had been his own.
His brain had become a boiling sea of whirling, churning lust. He spread the soft, white legs wide apart, exposing the delightfully full splendor of her seething inner pussy to his delightedly hungry eyes. Christ! He was gasping at the thrilling sight of her rich inner pinkness.
He rolled on top of her, lying there for a moment to catch his breath, and then levered onto his hands and knees between her softly palpitating thighs, inching forward so that the pink head of his phallic pole barely touched the rich pinkness of her wet crack. Karen automatically jerked, more than slightly convulsive at the slight contact against her soaking, sodden inner cuntlips. She moaned and gasped with delight, unable to restrain herself, wanting him to plunge all the way into her immediately. Her lovely head flailed from side to side and her short, blonde hair fanned out behind her head, once again creating the halo effect. Her full-fleshed, hard-nippled breasts heaved beneath his squeezing fingers as she prepared herself for tonight's full taste of the sexual invasion he was perpetrating between her wide-open thighs.
Paul wanted to slam right into her, but remembering how tight she was, controlled his desire, not wanting to thrust his cock brutally into her. Hell, no! The right way, since she had no hymen to break, was to slowly ease into her, widening her cunt little by little, allowing her inner tunnel to slowly adjust. She was a wonderful woman who gloried in the invasion of his cock, and he always had to make it good for her. One day she would be his wife, and instead of fucking her once a week, he would be ploughing into her every night with a certain regularity, and he had to make certain not to hurt her at any time, so when they finally did marry, she would continue to enjoy his fucking of her, and would welcome him with open thighs at all times.
He inserted the tip of his round-headed penis into the tightly moist, elastic opening of her little pussy, his knees placed in the hollows of her thighs, keeping them forced wide apart. The trembling insides of her thighs began jerking in paroxysms. He moved his hand between them as he continued slowly pressing his cock forward and in, pushing more and more of his superbly expanding prick into the tightness of her seething cunt.
Karen gasped and shuddered, feeling it push. push, push, widening her narrow stricture, opening her again, making her once more feel like a virgin being entered for the first time. Her face contorted mildly, and Paul thought she was feeling pain, but the worst she ever felt was the slight discomfort from the stretching, and once she adjusted to his thickness, even that passed. Soon, her feelings would become unchained, unleashed passion as they always did when his penis was pushed into her.
Deeper, deeper, deeper his penis sank, and each time it pushed in a little deeper, the beautiful young lady jerked and gasped, feeling more cataclysms of lust than anything else. Little by little the masculine organ sank deeper, deeper, deeper, until it was finally buried all the way inside her tightly clasping vaginal channel, filling her pussy for the very last time.
The oscillating, quivering, passion-torn girl felt it filling her body, thick and hard, expanding the taut rings of muscle making up her vaginal channel. Her thighs clamped tightly around him, and her inner walls clung to the cock anxiously, hungrily, clasping it and thankful for the opportunity of feeling it inside her. Yes, it was good! Really good! it was everything she had remembered, and even more. With Paul there was never any real pain, only delightful pleasure, wonderfully thrilling enjoyment. As always, she was able to take him without difficulty, and now she knew the rapture was going to build to new heights.
Slowly, easily, carefully, not wanting to stretch her unduly and cause his love any pain, Paul began to fuck into the big-breasted woman's tight cunt using careful, even, grinding strokes. Every fiber in the man's being cried out for immediate release, for alleviation of the massive pressure continuing to make his balls swell while his scrotum shrank. His solidly heated cock continued driving into the softly sucking recesses of the lovely squirming Karen's eagerly tight little pussy, retreating-pulling back, then advancing-submerging itself within her, the head pushing to the farthest depths of her sucking pussy, sliding above the cervix and moving past it. Little by little the heatedly wet walls of her vagina adjusted itself once again around the hardened cock's solid girth.
"Haaauuunnnggghhh! Ohhhhhh! Yessssss!" she hissed. "It's good, Paul! It's so good! I knew it was going to be this good, only I can never imagine it feeling as good as it really feels. I'm glad you convince me every time. I'm so glad. I'm going to climax... I can feel it! All you have to do is enter me, and I can tell immediately when I'm going to come. You shoot... let me feel the jets of sperm coming into my vagina. Yes! Yes! Let me feel EVERYTHING!
Her words drove the handsome blond-haired youth on to a higher, more fevered pitch of emotion. She was ALWAYS like this, concerned about whether or not he was going to achieve satisfaction, never thinking about herself. This was why he always held back, waiting for her to reach her apex, first. Then he would blast into her with the power of a fire hose. Her cunt was solidly fastened to his length of cock, now, and there was no longer a need for holding back. Nor was there a need to be careful any longer because inwardly she had adjusted.
Paul began thrusting his huge cock into the depths of her vagina now, slamming in deep and hard, driving his swollen penis all the way up into her screaming belly along her tightly clasping walls, massaging the membranes of her womanly well again and again. The swollen sac of his testicles rammed against her moistly quivering flesh as her legs spread themselves even wider so she might accept him all the more easily. He withdrew, then slammed forward, withdrew, then slammed forward, ramming his cock deeper and deeper and deeper into her. Faster and faster his penis moved, slamming downward against the sweating Karen, and the beautiful blonde heaved and bucked under him. She was a hot and helpless bitch beneath a driving hound.
Karen rapidly adjusted to the man inside her, moving with his thrusts, keeping time with him. enjoying the union even more than she had all the other times. This was a joy for her, the real reason she was alive.
This time things happened between them a little differently. This time it was Paul who felt his semen boiling up, and he knew he would never be able to control it. He was going to fire.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUN-NNGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHUUUAAA-WWWAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and he began spurting furiously, firing a fountain of white sperm into the tightness of the lovely woman's throbbing tunnel, shooting, shooting, shooting, his cock totally out of control as it drove in and out at breakneck speed, moving through the soft elastic membranes of her pussy as the hotly gasping woman moved her own body all the more quickly. Waves of bliss swirled through the man's shuddering balls as he emptied his fiery sperm into the depths of her drinking cunt over and over and over again, a never-ending flow of liquid lava filling the tightness of her narrow vestibule, making it overflow so that pools of fluid oozed out around his driving cock onto the sofa cushions.
"EEEYYYAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHGGG... HHHAAAIIIYYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH!" she shrieked in the full glory of her own orgasm as it began firing through her now, making her twist and turn and jerk and tremble as her nails dug into his back, digging deeper and deeper. It took the last little bit of presence of mind she had left not to tear his flesh open.
At long, long last the storm within her slowly began settling, as it did inside the man. He settled himself on top of her very gently, knowing he was heavy, not wanting to crush her, hoping she would be able to bear his weight just a little while.
"Ohhhhhh... Paul... " she gasped, "it was WONDERFUL, really wonderful. I loved it!"
"Yeah!" he nodded. "Me too, me too. Oh Karen, Karen, you're so good for me. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'd do anything for you. Anything!"
"ANYTHING?" she asked.
"ANYTHING!" he nodded.
"Then let's do it all over again as soon as your rested," she smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
It was Sunday morning, or in reality, closer to noon. The two sisters, in the little apartment they shared, awoke in their twin beds, and while Kathy put on the coffee, Karen used the bathroom, including a quick shower, and then while Karen made the breakfast, it was Kathy's turn in the bathroom.
They ate, they drank, and they each smoked a cigarette. They had gotten into the habit because they had seen their parents smoke, and though both girls between them didn't use a pack a day, it was impossible for them to completely break the habit.
In pink bathrobes, they quickly cleaned up the house, and then dressed, both putting on pink blouses and blue skirts. It was a nice warm day out, so they slipped socks on their feet instead of stockings, and then went for a walk in the nearby park. This was another advantage Denver had over the east. Everyone was able to walk through the park safely.
"Nice night?" Karen asked her sister.
"Mmmm... the usual. You?"
"Same here,, the usual. God! I'd give anything if it weren't the usual. You know, Kathy, I love the man, but he has only one way of making love. He doesn't know how to do any of the things you told me you've done at one time or another. By the way, does Ernie do all these things, too?"
"With gusto," Kathy replied. "You know, you and Paul ought to sit down and watch Ernie and me go at it. I think the both of you would soon get ideas."
"I'd love to watch, but Paul is a little on the prudish side. He would never go for it."
"Maybe I ought to take your place with Paul and give him a lesson or two," Kathy teased.
"Would you?" Karen asked.
"Hey, if I didn't know better. I'd think you were serious."
"Well, it was an idea."
"You know," Kathy said, "last night Ernie claimed that even though you look exactly like me, he'd be able to pick me out in a crowd of women who looked exactly like me."
"What makes him different from everyone else?" Karen asked curiously. "No one can tell us apart. You and I are the only ones who really know who we are. Not even mom and dad were able to actually pick us out."
"Are you in a rut?" Kathy asked frankly.
"You bet I am," Karen nodded. "Aside from doing the same thing every Saturday night with Paul, I have this real estate deal I'm working on right now where the owner of the house wants sixty-five thousand, and the buyer only wants to pay fifty."
"What's the house worth?" Kathy asked.
"Mmmm, about fifty-eight."
"Well I also have a little problem," Kathy said. "I have this man with high blood pressure who doesn't want to take a policy rated-you know, a higher premium because of his pressure. I'm afraid if I come on with the high pressure tactics, the man might have a stroke on the spot."
"So?"
"You've seen me sell insurance policies, and I've gone along with you when you've made real estate deals. Suppose we switch, for one week. We switch everything-jobs, boy friends, cars, everything."
"Hey, you're driving a fancy Fiat, and all I have is an old Volkswagen Beetle."
"So what? Look, I'll do the hard-sell job of convincing your buyer to come up in price and your seller to come down. You, in the meanwhile, can use your soft-sell technique to convince my would-be client to buy a policy with a rating on it. Then we can really go to work."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll go out with Paul and with him still thinking I'm you. I'll teach him just about all there is to know about sex that he's been afraid to ask. At the same time, you go out with Ernie."
"Gee, I'd be scared. He might be able to spot me. "Nonsense," Kathy insisted. "Just as I can teach Paul so many different things, you can learn things with Ernie. He'll never suspect a thing if... "
"If? If what?"
"If you let him take the lead, and then do exactly as he says. No matter what he tells you to do, sexually, do it! It might not seem appetizing at first, but believe me, you'll learn to love it in a hurry. Come on, Karen, what do you say?"
"W-e-e-lll... all right," Karen nodded.
"Thatta girl! Let's go home and plan this whole thing out. I'll give you the details about the insurance prospect, and you tell me all about the real estate sale you have coming up."
CHAPTER FOUR
Bright and early Monday morning, Kathy Wellman walked into her sister's real estate office with a bright smile on her face. Karen had given her a description of all the men in the office, and just who sat where, so when she walked in, she was able to greet them all by name.
Spotting Paul when he walked in, she decided it was time to give the man his first lesson, now. He and Karen had kept a low profile in the office, thinking it might be a good idea not to let on to everyone else that they were dating. Kathy knew it would boost Paul's stock tremendously if the other guys were aware he was seeing the one chick in the office they wanted to get their hands on.
Walking over to him, she gripped his face in one hand, her thumb on one cheek, her fingers on the other, and she pulled his face toward her face and kissed him solidly on the mouth in front of everyone, saying, "Hi, lover. Good to see you again."
"Uh... Karen... for heaven's sake, what are you doing?" Paul gasped.
"Making the boy's jealous," Kathy told him. "What's on for Saturday night?"
"We have the new movie at the Carlton," Paul said, reddening.
"Good! Strictly informal for a change. Hey, in case you don't know it, little Karen loves you very much."
"Uhhh... yeah... I... uhhh... love you, too."
"Glad to hear it," she whispered. "You'll get a chance to prove it on Saturday night."
Paul reddened as she took her briefcase and kissed him one more time and left.
Kathy headed for the Volkswagen he? sister normally drove, got in, and headed directly to the house of the man her sister had been trying to convince to sell. He was retired, and she knew he would be home. The man had already brought a condominium in a city in Florida, where he wanted to spend the rest of his life.
Parking in front of the house, Kathy walked up and rang the bell. The man, who bore a striking resemblance to Charles Lane, who played crotchety old men in the movies, opened the door and let her in.
"Well, what is it this time?" he snapped, pulling on his suspenders. "Don't put your briefcase down unless you tell me you found a buyer willing to pay sixty-five for the house."
"Now you listen to me," Kathy told him. "Sixty-five for this place is too much, and you darn well know it. The best that you can hope for is fifty-five, maybe fifty-six, and I think I can talk the buyer into paying that kind of money. Now before you go off the deep end, and start ranting and raving, you just remember, you've already bought your condominium, and the last thing you want is to have to pay taxes on both places. Now you be reasonable, and I'll get the buyer to be reasonable, and if you want, the deal can be closed by tonight. I already have the papers drawn up. It'll take the attorneys some time to iron everything out, but all the preliminaries can be finished by tonight. Well? What d'you say?"
The old man looked her in the eye and saw determination there he had never seen in Karen's eyes.
"All right," he snapped.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was seven-o'clock, and Karen was sitting in the home of the insurance client. He was a stubborn man, all right. He wasn't overweight, and he appeared in the best of health except that his face was constantly red. Although it didn't necessarily HAVE to mean anything, Karen knew many men with high blood pressure had red faces.
"Mr. Thorne," she said to the balding man with the sunken face. "I have your policy here. Let me tell you right now, I had to fight like the very devil to get it."
"What are you talking about?" Thorne asked.
"It's simple," Karen said, softly. "My company didn't want to insure you."
"Why the hell not," Thorne bellowed. "I'm healthy enough."
"You have high blood pressure. Even worse, you're not taking anything for it. You know, high blood pressure is not something that will go away if you ignore it It's a permanent disease of the body, like a weak heart, or diabetes, or cancer. If you take the medicine a doctor prescribes, the chances are you'll live to be a hundred, but if you don't, you might have a stroke at any moment, and my company refuses to take that risk."
"Yeah? Well I can find a company that's willing to... "
"Mr. Thorne," Karen continued in her soft, sweet voice, automatically calming the man down. "If you take your medicine, I might be able to talk the company into giving you this rated policy, and believe me, you'll be lucky to get it."
"Rated? Me? Oh no! I'll live WITHOUT the insurance!"
Turning to the man's wife, who was seated beside her husband and who had fear written all over her face because she knew if her husband died she would have nothing, Karen said, "Mrs. Thorne, may I suggest that if you wish to keep your husband alive, you don't allow him to make love to you any more."
"Why are my wife's lovemaking habits any of your business," Thorne bellowed.
"Stay calm, Mr. Thorne. I don't want to be the one responsible for your stroke. I spoke to the doctor who examined you, and you're on the verge of one. Strokes aren't funny."
"The doctor's given him some medicine," Mrs. Thorne said, "but he won't take it."
"Remember what I said," Karen told her. "He's almost as good as dead right now. Even if he accepted the policy, he might not live past the first premium."
"That'd be a laugh on you bums," Thorne snapped. "Boy! I'd love to put one over on you."
"Well I'd rather you take out the policy for my sake, but stay alive for my sake, too," his wife said, weeping.
"Oh Jesus! Ail right... all right... just stop the crying. You say you can give me a rated policy. How much more do I have to pay?"
"Twenty percent more," Karen told him, knowing his blood pressure was high, but not that high.
"I'll take it," the man said, wiping his brow. "But it would serve you people right if I did drop dead tomorrow."
"For the sake of your wife and my company, I hope not," Karen said, smiling.
CHAPTER SIX
"All in all I'd say this was one very successful experiment, so far," Kathy said, smiling. "Five days gone, and in that time, you've sold four life policies, and I've sold two houses. We'll have to play switch more often."
"Well you may think this is funny," Karen said to her sister, "but as far as I'm concerned, the worst is yet to come. I'm scared, really scared. You know, there is the possibility of Ernie being able to peg me. What then?"
"Then come home and forget the whole thing," Kathy told her, "unless you want to be smart and let him teach you the ropes, anyway."
"I'll only go through with it as long as he thinks I'm you," Karen insisted. "Hell! I'm nervous, really nervous."
"Why? Our dates aren't until tomorrow night, though if I can be as successful with Paul as I think, he'll be after that cute little ass of yours as many days of the week as possible."
"I wish I had your confidence," Karen insisted.
"Hey," Kathy told her. "Why don't you calm down, sis. Believe me, Ernie isn't a monster. Only good things can happen with him. What's more. I'm not a monster either. The experiment will be over soon enough, you know. Believe me, when you go back to Paul, the two of you will love one another a whole lot more because of this experience, and the good thing about it is that Paul will never realize that you've stepped out on him, and that he was cheating with me. Believe me, it'll be a good thing, honey."
"I sure hope so," Karen said, scratching her head.
"It's merely a question of you being something of a consummate actress," Kathy continued. "When Ernie gets here tomorrow. I'll have to be the quiet, shy, timid type, and you'll have to sound somewhat aggressive. However, if you REALLY want to convince him you're me, don't let him bring you home after everything is finished. Tell him you want to spend the night and all of the following day with him. Give him the impression you want to be his LOVE SLAVE. He'll take it from there. Then do precisely what he tells you to do. Some of it might not seem right, and some of it might initially be downright painful, but believe me, all of it will end in orgasm if you open your mind to it."
"I hope you realize," Karen said to her sister, "that you're scaring the hell out of me."
"I'm going to have just as tough a job," Kathy replied. "After all. I'll have to convince Paul that I'm you, and yet convince him to make love to me in ways he's never done with you."
"I still feel wrong about deceiving them," Karen insisted.
"Well then, let's bring them both back here, tomorrow evening, and men see how much they REALLY love us."
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Let the two of them fuck each of us. If they STILL want us afterward, that means they love us for ourselves and not the fact that they have sole use of our bodies. Hell! If they survive that test, we'll know for sure that we've found ourselves lifetime mates."
"I suppose you're right," Karen nodded in agreement.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the door opened to Ernie's push on the buzzer, there stood his beautiful blonde, dressed in a white blouse and blue skirt, her breasts thrust proudly up against the blouse almost as if daring him to grab them.
"Well, well, well," he greeted her. "How's my doll?"
"Ready and waiting for you," Karen replied, inwardly feeling as if she were shrinking into herself, certain Ernie would see through the deception immediately.
"Hi, Karen," he called out, and for a moment the woman's heart sunk, until she saw he was waving to her sister, still in her pink bathrobe and curlers on the other side of the room, watching TV. "How're things?"
"Fine, Ernie," Kathy replied, talking even more softly and less aggressively than usual. "Please be careful when you go out. It's raining, and the street's are slippery."
"D'you think I'd do anything to endanger your lovely sister? Don't you worry, honey. I'll drive nice and slowly," Ernie assured Kathy, believing her to be Karen.
"Have a good time," Kathy told them, turning back to watch the TV screen.
"We will," Karen said, feeling a little bolder, speaking out as she knew Kathy would do. "Don't wait up, Karen. I just might not be coming home, tonight."
"Well, well, well," Ernie smiled, as the two of them walked out the door. "You don't OFTEN stay the night at my place."
"Like the sister says," Karen told him, closing the door behind her once they were in the hallway, "Why risk an accident? Unless you have something else planned. I'd like to spend the night and part of tomorrow with you. In fact, we can come back here tomorrow in the late afternoon, and if Karen's out, we can ball in the living room."
"Boy, you really are getting bold. We've never done anything in your apartment before."
"Well, if you don't want to... "
"Hey, whoa!" he said, as they took the one flight of stairs down to the street. "Who says I don't want to. Let's not even discuss it, now. Come on. We'll go to the roller rink and skate for awhile, and then we'll go to a restaurant and have dinner. After that, we can play it by EAR."
"That wasn't the part of the body I had in mind," Karen said, feeling bolder and bolder, realizing the deception was going to work, after all. She was actually starting to behave like her sister now, as if she had actually taken over her sister's body.
So the two of them went to the roller skating rink and skated for two hours, and afterward, went to one of the better supper clubs and ate slowly, letting Ernie's passion build, while Karen, first realizing how scared she was feeling, also felt a thrill mounting, knowing Ernie was going to make love to her as he did to Kathy. He was going to teach her.
When they got to his apartment Karen felt more nervous than ever, but once inside, she went to the bathroom and took a mild tranquilizer. It wasn't ENOUGH to knock her out, but it helped calm her down.
When she returned to the living room, she smiled at Ernie, then said, "Do something a little different, tonight. Overwhelm me, love me, make me feel WANTED, needed."
"You're ALWAYS WANTED," Ernie told her flatly, falling in with what he believed was another of Kathy's many unfathomable moods. As far as he was concerned, what made Kathy different from her sister and all other women was her total unpredictability. It was impossible for him to figure out from one moment to the next how she was going to react. For instance, at the moment, she was behaving coyly. She didn't often do that, but when she did, he went right along with her.
"Maybe I won't stay, after all," she teased. "Maybe I'll go home right now," she told him. feeling herself rapidly becoming physically attracted to Ernie Zale. It was easy to understand how her sister had come to like the man. Inwardly, her body was already glowing with desire, longing to feel his solid masculine frame pressing against hers. She wanted to reach out, to embrace him, surround him with a mixture of sisterly affection and yet with the deep passion she often felt for Paul. How strange it was for her to feel this way about a man she knew she didn't love... unless it was possible to love two men. She already had a man she loved. Why was she even thinking in terms of allowing her body to be used by another man? But even as she wondered, she knew why. She wanted the one man she loved to love her as strongly, as ardently, and in as many ways as this man was capable of loving her sister. Her heart was already thundering in her breast as she realized her lips were yearning for Ernie's kiss, partly because he was Ernie and she was falling under his spell, but partly because she knew she would learn from him things that would be significantly different enough so that she would be able to use them with Paul.
Standing, she suddenly walked to the door, and Ernie hurried over to her, wondering just what it was she was planning this time. He knew Kathy well enough to know everything always led to a different kind of sexual interlude. This was one of the many reasons why he loved her.
"Well," Ernie said, deciding to humor her for the moment as her hand touched the doorknob. "If you've changed your mind there really isn't much I can do about it, is there. I don't know why you've chosen to suddenly leave, but as you know, I always defer to your wishes, Kathy. But we should kiss before you leave."
"Should we?" Karen asked, and at the moment it seemed totally unbearable to her to think she should simply walk out, even for a single instant. At this moment, her sister's boy friend seemed to Karen to be the embodiment of all things she wanted in life, at least all physical things. He might not have been as tall or as powerful as Paul, but he was, as far as she was concerned, just as sexually magnetic.
They stood face-to-face at the door, their eyes locked with an electrical contact both were feeling. In his mind, Ernie was staring into Kathy's eyes, and with every passing second he loved the blonde woman a little more. Every muscle in his body strained to surround her and pull her to him, and Karen yearned to be loved, as well. Abruptly, the blonde woman felt tears welling up in her eyes like an aching tide deep in her chest.
"Ohhhhhh Ernie... " she whispered, and at that moment, all the inner walls and barriers she had been trying to build dissolved as she felt herself moving toward him, her feet moving as if of their own volition. In the next moment they were tightly locked in a forbidden embrace, their hands tightly gripping one another's wanting bodies, clutching, holding each other as if clinging for dear life, like two shipwrecked strangers alone on an island.
Ernie held his enthralled young blonde girl friend-so he believed-all the more tightly, enjoying this new side of her. She not only wanted to be dominated, but she was behaving like a woman who had never known physical love before. It was as if she had wanted him to start from the very beginning and make love to her slowly, patiently, teaching her every nuance of the art of physical desire.
This was going to be fun as far as Ernie was concerned. She was going to be like putty in his hands, letting him mold her any which way that pleased him, and he drew the buxomly curvaceous young blonde closer to him. He knew it was just a question of moving slowly, as if showing her the way. This was what would please her, tonight. The anticipation would make his getting into her cunt that much more enjoyable.
Pulling a little away from her, he looked at her for a moment, seeing a look of innocence on her face she had never displayed before. She was a consummate actress. Leaning forward and pressed his mouth to hers again, and the two of them were kissing hungrily, their mouths pressed together in a steadily mounting desire.
For Karen it was still like some incredible fantasy first starting to come true. She knew she didn't love Ernie as she loved Paul, yet she DID love him. The thrills she was experiencing as she continually kissed the man made her full, softly rounded white body tremble with desire from top to bottom.
I REALLY SHOULDN'T DO THIS! she argued with herself. I'M BEING UNFAITHFUL TO PAUL. BUT NO! I'M NOT MARRIED TO PAUL. I'M NOT EVEN OFFICIALLY ENGAGED TO HIM. BESIDES' I'M DOING THIS BECAUSE I LOVE THE MAN AND I WANT HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO ME IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO BE ABLE TO LOVE HIM IN A MULTITUDE OF DIFFERENT WAYS, MYSELF.
Besides, at this point she was powerless to stop the surging wave of desire that continually thundered its way through her. All this was like some story in a romantic novel, or better yet, in the fiction section of a woman's magazine. The beautifully aroused young blonde woman found herself with her arms wrapped tightly around Ernie, holding his solidly masculine body all the more tightly, kissing him with love and desperation. Karen found herself submerged in the extraordinary pleasure of her unleashed dreams and inner desires. Holding the man felt so good... so very good...
"We shouldn't do this," she whispered, making him think she was playing the part of some tender innocent he was corrupting. This caused thrills to charge even more violently through his shuddering body. In all his life, Ernie had never taken a woman unwillingly, nor had he actually coerced or seduced a timidly unknowing woman. As far as he was concerned, his Kathy was playing this part in order to give him a chance to experience these feelings. He decided to get into the full mood.
"Is there someone else?" he ASKED her, as if giving her a cue.
"Yes," Karen whispered, not once realizing he was acting, but thinking he might have guessed who she was, and as a result was curious to know if she loved another man.
"Do you really love him?" Ernie asked, feeling electric thrills at the thought that Kathy was giving him the opportunity to feel he was seducing a woman who supposedly loved another man.
"Oh yes, yes," she whispered.
"But you love me, too," he insisted.
"More than I realized," Karen replied, truthfully.
J "Then we must make love. It's only right," he insisted, arousal continuing to mount inside him. his swollenly thick penis now grown as hard as a rock and pressing all the more insistently against the tight material of his blue suit pants. His sexual appetite was tremendously aroused now, as he moved closer to her, feeling his apprehension mount, knowing he was going to overcome her and slide into her again. He decided at that point that in order to properly woo a woman like this to his way of thinking, he had to make certain she had an orgasm of overpowering magnitude. Yet in the mood she was in, she would probably resist penile penetration were he to attempt it, now. No, his best bet would be to wrap his mouth around her cunt and suck her to a climax, after which any woman would be the total victim he might have wanted, were he the lecher he believed she wanted him to be.
"I want to look at your loveliness," he whispered. "I want to see the beauty of your naked flesh. Please!"
"Oh no... no... no... " Karen gasped. "We don't dare do anything like that. I know we initially came here for that purpose, but I don't dare... " she muttered, unable to stop the continual mounting pleasure as it rippled swiftly through her like a heavy tidal flow.
"Please... please... please... we may NEVER have another opportunity like this again," he said, really feeling the part of a roue, now. Had he done this with any other woman. his conscience would have eaten away at Ernie, afterward. But the inner knowledge that this was what his beloved Kathy wanted him to do made him pull out ALL the stops. Since he had no conscience to fear, he was going to enjoy this lovely woman to the utmost. He was going to rapaciously seduce her and win her to his way of thinking. "I must see your alabaster nakedness, my love. I must see your beautifully shining skin... "
Almost as if in a dream the totally overwhelmed and delighted blonde Karen suddenly discovered she was responding anxiously to the man's suggestions, ignoring all warnings of her conscience at this point. She was tingling with thrilled excitement as she permitted Ernie to lead her back into the living room. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her rounded shoulders. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere, exposing her throbbingly excited, full and round breasts to the open air. Her pink areolae tightened almost instantly, turning a darker shade of coral, and the rosy little buds of her upstanding nipples were suddenly erect and tight, jutting out pulsing from the fullness of her pear-shaped white mounds.
"Darling," he said, as if seeing her breasts for the first time, little realizing it was indeed the first time he was seeing this particular bosom.
"you're beautiful, REALLY beautiful. I have to suck those nipples. I MUST!"
Before Karen was able to find her voice and protest, the handsome man had embraced her once more, his hands around her and tightly gripping her naked back, bending his face down to very delicately lick at the softly naked, quivering pink flesh of an areola. Her white breasts felt as soft as the wings of doves as he sucked first one pink-nippled mound, and then the other, using all his expertise, letting his tongue wash over her nipples again and again.
Karen moaned from his deft oral manipulations, realizing he was far more expert at breast-mouthing than Paul. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to apply to make her nipples tingle as if static was shooting through them. He was treating her as reverently and as tenderly as Paul, but with a far greater degree of expertness, and so the beautiful blonde found herself lost in utterly blissful delight. She held his head very gently, he was tangling his fingers in her sandy golden hair while his hungering mouth worked over her softly resilient flesh.
"Uuuunnnhhh... ohhhhhh... aaahhhhhh... " she moaned again and again.
Ernie slowly began lowering himself before her standing form, allowing his hungrily licking tongue to trail wetly downward until it reached the elastic waistband of her skirt. Now kneeling in front of the beautiful Karen, he carefully unzipped the skirt and let it slowly slide over her hips as well as the curves of her long thighs, and on down the gracefully tapering lines of her lovely legs.
Karen allowed him to do so, at the moment caught up in a hypnotic spell, completely enchanted by the wonderfully romantic idea of this handsomely delightful man removing her clothing, undressing her as if she were some kind of Venus to whom he was paying his love tribute. There was something intensely exciting about the forbidden wickedness of what was happening. Though she and her sister were sharing the secret that the two of them had changed places, right now she and her sister's lover were sharing another delicious secret-a special moment in the whole world that no one else would ever discover. It was like a gift from heaven, a vibrant dream suddenly coming true, and Karen began to revel in it. Delicately she lifted first one foot and then another to allow the heatedly lustful man to remove her skirt and half slip. Then, with her eyes shining with brilliant happiness, she let him ease her down onto the plush velvet sofa, where she reclined in only a pair of flower print bikini panties. The wild colors of the flowers contrasted strongly with the whiteness of her own gleaming flesh.
"Let me undress too, my darling," the man whispered, feeling deliciously evil at the moment. He enjoyed playing the role of ardent seducer, and as far as he was concerned, he would never let his Kathy get away from him. The only reason Kathy had not agreed to marry him, so far, was she hadn't wanted to leave her sister alone. But Kathy had confided to Ernie that Karen now had a boy friend, and Ernie was going to have a long talk with that shmuck and convince him to marry Karen, so he would be able to have Kathy to himself. In fact, knowing, through Kathy, that Karen's boy friend wanted to open a real estate agency of his own, Ernie was thinking of making him a partnership proposition, where it would be a combination real estate-insurance agency. Every house sold would automatically include a mortgage policy, which was really just a life insurance policy, after all.
Karen, caught completely under the spell of Ernie Zale, murmured, "Yes, yes," like a little child, closing her eyes for the moment and letting her mind drift as if on a cloud.
Karen imagined herself playing in the woods as a little girl, and then confronted by some Olympian deity, perhaps Zeus, himself, who so enamored of her innocent beauty, had come to earth to take advantage of her. She was feeling vibrantly alive, her almost-naked body now starting to tremble with eager and anxious anticipation, wanting so much to release the extra love she had burning in her-the love Paul had never tired dredging out of her.
Smiling almost sardonically, half-tempted to laugh aloud at the delicious way his Kathy was tormenting and tantalizing him, Ernie quickly began removing his clothing and letting everything fall on the floor. God! She was a beautiful creature, a luscious Helen of Troy, and he would play the part of Paris to the hilt.
From her supine position on the sofa, the gorgeous Karen watched as the man's tan, lithe, firmly muscular body was now revealed to her eyes. She found herself inwardly quivering, thrilled by the slender hardness of his masculine frame as well as the obscene beauty of his long, thickly swollen penis as it sprang quiveringly erect while he eased his white cotton midways down past his lean hips. His heavily swaying testicles began tightening and the dangling scrotum beneath his cock smoothed out a little as it tightened, too, pressing against the swelling egg-shaped testicles. Finally he stood nakedly before her, naked like either Zeus or Apollo, the very image of eternal masculinity, completely unashamed and unbearably good-looking. She noticed his penis, and realized that for a man of his size he was extraordinarily well hung, a little longer and thicker than Paul. Yet now she knew Paul had nothing to be ashamed of.
Karen knew Ernie was going to make love to her, and she accepted it, now. To do otherwise would be to give everything away, and she would feel guilty for the rest of her life of having foisted Kathy on her own lover while depriving Ernie of the right to reciprocate with her own body. She sighed with pleasure as the room's cool, air-conditioned air rushed over the milk-white of her trembling thighs and caressed the pulsing mound of her now nakedly exposed pubic triangle. With the removal of her silk panties she realized she was totally revealed to the handsome man's wildly glittering, staring wide eyes, and unexpectedly she felt a quivering tremble of inner apprehension and guilt as she suddenly realized she was naked and alone with a man who was really a stranger. WAS SHE CRAZY?
Her fists began clenching with involuntary tension as she realized for the first time the full implication of what it was she was doing. Then, as she felt Ernie reaching down and gripping her thighs gently, forcing them to slowly separate, the face of Paul, her husband-to-be, flashed momentarily into her brain like a warning image from the unconscious recesses of her mind.
Trying to bolt upright, she was surprised when Ernie pushed her back down, whispering, "No, my love! You must allow me to worship you."
"Ernie... no... no... I'm afraid... I can't do this... really... I can't... I just can't... "
"Kathy, sweet Kathy, it's all right," he replied tenderly, very gently spreading her thighs even wider on the sofa and then sliding between them, sitting back on his bent-under knees like some handsome, ancient manly pagan. "Darling, don't be afraid... it's going to be all right."
As far as Ernie was concerned, Kathy was wonderful. She was playing her part to perfection-to the hilt. He had come to the point where he actually believed he was seducing a pure innocent, rather than thinking of this as the girl he loved and adored. Hell! She was one fantastic actress.
Karen shut her eyes, afraid, yet listening to his words and doing her utmost to believe everything would be all right. She did her best to fight down the nagging shame that continually plagued her. A few moments earlier all this had seemed utterly beautiful and magical, but now, stark naked in her sister's boyfriend's living room, she inwardly felt as if she were a married woman who was committing adultery, behaving in a manner frowned on by society and the outside world. Yet she longed to learn, to be made love to in a manner other than the conventional way, and she knew this was really the only way to do it.
OHHHHHH GOD! she thought. She wished Kathy were there once again to reassure her everything was all right. She felt so confused.
This was the moment Ernie believed the time to be ripe. This was the moment for him to make his move, before this beautifully anxious young woman lying beneath him carried her acting too far and actually did repulse him. He was caught up in the acting, and thought of the blonde beneath him precisely the way he was convinced she wanted him to think of her: as a helpless maiden who had to be orally loved before she changed her mind.
Hurriedly tugging her full thighs even farther apart, he placed his hands on the softly yielding flesh of her hips and then lowered his hungering mouth toward the warmly throbbing, pinkly pulsating flesh of her tenderly defenseless vaginal slash. A warm, pungently feminine aroma wafted up to his nostrils, driving the wanton man wild with steadily mounting controlled desire. Heated flashes of salacious desire continued rippling through the muscles of his tanned body. He had kept his lustful hunger under control for a long time now, knowing the longer he held it in, the more powerful his own needs would be answered when the time came. But now, staring down into the rich pinkness of Karen's quivering vagina, he was no longer able to control himself. With a loud groan of thrilled excitement, he let his head fall and darted the full length of his tongue snake-like up and down the naked young blonde's deliciously exposed vaginal slash.
The suddenly wet, almost unexpected contact of Ernie's tongue with her wetly aroused, sopping vagina made the beautiful Karen shudder and draw back in momentary resistance. But within a second she started feeling those wonderful little tremors of pleasurable delight tingling in her sex-starved, anxious loins, dispelling any further fears. This was what she had come here for, after all. She would be foolish to close her mind to it, now. So she spread her trembling, chunky thighs even farther apart, accommodating the length of Ernie's lewdly drilling, questing tongue. Little by little heated lust totally enveloped her, forcing her trembling body to totally relax, sinking into the mounting passion that was growing like a wild flame that throbbed throughout her shuddering body.
Ernie was so engrossed in licking her cunt, he ignored the fact that she tasted different. He put it down to her using a different kind of douche. Not that she tasted that much different, but it was different enough for his subconscious mind to notice.
At the moment, his wetly washing tongue was probing against the tiny bud of her shuddering clitoris. To Karen, it was as if she were listening to music, and suddenly a long, melodic note not only filled her ears, but her other senses, as well. Her entire body felt like a reed instrument reverberating blissfully with the sound of the softly passionate music. Thrills ran through her throbbing loins like a teasing, overpowering wave of sparking electricity. Tides of irresistible pleasure began surging upward through her licentiously flowering vaginal opening.
Now Ernie began sliding his flicking tongue wetly downward away from her desire-distended clitoris to the softly fluted edges of the beautiful, unknowing, helpless blonde's steaming vaginal opening. Lower, his tongue delved, seeking, finally finding the tiny contracting entrance to her seething pussy. He carefully explored the wetly throbbing interior, flicking his tongue tentatively into the deepest part of it. He reamed it around and around, touching all the inner walls of her womanly cave.
The beautiful real estate saleswoman began jerking back involuntarily, both in wanton surprise and overpowering passion. A deep, soul-searing moan suddenly escaped from her panting bosom. The unexpectedly delightful intrusion of the handsome man's wetly delving and seeking tongue into the burning depths of her desire-filled vagina suddenly brought her completely back to reality. She was torn between the insistent flashes of thrilling lust and the renewed horror of the possibility that she was doing something vitally wrong.
"Unh... please... it's not right... " she gasped, not wanting to say it, but knowing she had to, if only to ease the burden on her own conscience. "It's wrong... it's wrong."
Her continued resistance, at least verbally, thrilled Ernie even more, making him think of himself as the rapacious person he knew deep down he would never really be. His only response to her constant pleas was to rotate his tongue even more deeply into the velvety depths of her seething interior of her churning vaginal sheath, making her loins throb as shocks of uncontrollable excitement continued to spiral through her nakedly splayed frame so intensely compelling, the last trace of moral consciousness was finally obliterated from her mind. Her brain was now a seething morass of sexual turbulence as it had never been, before. She was feeling thrills and enjoyment as never before. Her heart was pounding uncontrollably, thundering in the tightness of her chest as the black-haired, handsome man continued plunging his tongue even deeper into the smoothness of her satiny womanly sheath. Lasciviously thrilling stabs of uncontrollable and hungry desire began to churn in her vibrating loins, and continued making her heart literally thunder in her breast as he continued plunging his oral organ deeper and deeper into her feminine vacuum with greater and more urgent force than ever before, causing tremors of licentious desire to rock the dazed beautiful blonde from top to bottom. Her head whipped uncontrollably from side to side, slamming against the arm of the sofa in constant, mindless passion, her short blonde hair flouncing in every direction at once. Though it would have horrified Karen had she realized it, she was now fast losing herself to the age-old passions of the flesh, giving of herself totally and completely, unaware of anything other than the urgency of her body's needs.
"Uuuunnnhhh... " she moaned ecstatically. "Aaaannnhhh... yessssss... morrre... "
This was the Kathy Ernie believed he knew and loved, responding so perfectly to the workings of his mouth and tongue. This was the Kathy he had been waiting for, and now he was going to show her how much he intended pleasing her by really going to town with his mouth. He plunged his tongue into her again and again.
Shamelessly she thrust her moving, gyrating pelvis upward to meet the pressure of the man's wetly slavering mouth and tongue. Gone for the moment was the thought of her own lover, Paul. Gone was her fear of the unknown, for it had become known, and in so doing, had become wonderful. Her brain was totally consumed with more and more sexual messages rushing from every nerve-ending in her body to another one as she continued to grind and twist and wriggle her buttocks. With deep groans of delightful pleasure, she grasped Ernie's head with her two hands and began solidly pressing his face harder and harder into her hungrily palpitating vagina. Gasps came from her throat, mingled with words she never thought she would utter. "Suck! Suck! Ohhhhhh y-e-e-e-e-e-e-ssssss... suck my cunnnt... eat my pussy... ooooooh... hhhaaannnhhh!"
Yes, this was his Kathy, all right. As far as Ernie was concerned, there was no other woman in the whole world like her. She was not merely special, but extra-special.
Although a consistent series of epithets and four-letter words mingled with low, guttural moans escaped from the lustily twisting young woman's moving lips, Ernie was aware, with the sure and certain instincts of an experienced lover, that he was pleasing her as she had, in essence, let him know she wanted to be pleased. This made him happy, for to please Kathy was to please himself. He had his beautiful female paramour groaning and gasping as she always did when so aroused, her full-fleshed asscheeks and roundly bouncing breasts shuddering uncontrollably as he continued sucking feverishly at her vagina, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her wetly throbbing vaginal depths. He gripped the trembling, soft white flesh of her constantly writhing hips and buttocks with one hand, while with the other he reached down and squeezed his own cock to make sure it hadn't exploded. For an instant he contemplated taking his mouth 'away and fucking her, but no, he would do that, next.
"Aaaannnggghhhuuunnnggghhh!" the beautifully naked young woman cried out, totally oblivious to everything other than the excruciating passion that was tearing through her quivering body like a violent hurricane. Her richly reddened vaginal lips flared hungrily open, and the quivering inner walls of her trembling vagina continued clutching desperately at the probing tongue of the handsome man, trying to tug it even deeper inside her heatedly contracting woman-flesh.
With another deep moan of animal delight, Karen wrapped her chunky thighs quiveringly tight around the handsome man's head, wailing rapturously as crescendo after crescendo of continuing thrills surged feverishly through her tongue-spread loins. The total intensity of the feeling was entirely new to her, for Karen felt herself being transported to realms of sexual delight she'd never known to exist, before. Somehow her strange, seemingly fated encounter with the tall, handsome, dark-haired lover of her sister had set her free in a way that had never been possible with Paul Levering. Knowing Kathy as she did, Karen was certain her sister would be teaching this same art to her own lover, and in the future she was certain she would have no trouble convincing Paul to do this to her. She only hoped her own lover's tongue would quickly become as educated as the one now working through her.
Her newly aroused passion soared free, lifting her out of her conscious control, and the beautiful blonde's body suddenly exploded with movement until she felt as if she were bobbing like a helpless buoy in a raging sea of thrilling delight, grinding her wetly upturned pink vaginal slash greedily and anxiously into Ernie's working face, making his cheeks, lips, chin, and forehead glisten with the liquid oils continually seeping from the depths of her vaginal interior.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGG-GHHHAAARRRGGGHHHAAAU-UUWWWAAAGGGHHH!" she bellowed. "I'M... AAAGGGHHH... YYYAAAGGGHHH... " A searing flash of light seemed to burst from behind her tightly closed eyes as her nakedly gyrating body felt itself completely consumed with cascading delight as the force of her orgasm totally overwhelmed her as never before. Not that having her cunt lapped was better than being fucked, but it was different, totally and wantonly different, and because this was her first orgasm this way, it was so delightfully overpowering. Oh God! She only hoped to feel more and more and more of them. But she had to have Paul teach them to her, or at least have Paul go down on her... yes, that was the expression: go down.
She lay there, feeling herself at the crest of her climax, and now slowly she began drifting down like a soft feather as Ernie wrapped his arms around her and kissed her face. She tasted her vagina on his mouth, and instead of repelling her, it aroused her all the more. No wonder Kathy had fallen in love with this man. He was an easy man to love.
She wondered if she would be able to suck his cock with the same verve he had displayed sucking her vagina. Kathy had told her how she always sucked Ernie's cock at an encounter like this, just as he always lapped her pussy and fucked her in heaven-only knew-how-many different positions.
"What are you thinking of?" Ernie asked.
"That you're the kind of man capable of charming a ten-year-old virgin into copulation and making her love it so much she would only want more, in spite of any pain she might have initially."
"I'm not interested in ten-year-olds," he told her. "Right now, all I want is you, Kathy Wellman."
"I'm pleased to hear it," Karen said, smiling, realizing the deception was still there.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathy, wearing a light-red dress and no stockings, just nylon foot coverings because it was such a warm night, was finding it difficult to act subdued and quiet as she knew her sister behaved. More than once she'd had to stop herself from either criticizing or contradicting Paul. He had taken her to the movie, and afterward they had gone to eat in a restaurant far more posh than any of the places Ernie took her. The man was. considerate of her, holding her chair, holding doors open for her, opening and closing car doors for her. Her relationship with Ernie was far more relaxed, and as a result she almost felt strained with Paul. Still, this was her sister's lover, and she had to make him think she was Karen. So she restrained herself and kept the comments on the tip of her tongue from spewing out.
"You all right?" Paul asked, as they danced on the floor of the supper club. "You feel a lot more stiff and less relaxed than usual," he said to her.
He was wearing a brown suit with a tie to match, and Kathy was cross with herself for not being able to appreciate how solicitous he was of her. She knew if Ernie ever discovered the woman he was with was her sister, he would laugh and think of it as ONE BIG JOKE. But Paul would probably be hurt. She had to make sure he didn't find out under any circumstances.
"Oh I'm fine," she assured him. "Don't you worry, darling. I'm just fine."
"Hey, that's the first time you've ever called me darling in public," he said to her. "I kind of like it."
CAREFUL. KATHY, she said to herself.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"If I tell you, will you promise not to get angry?"
"Gee, when have I ever gotten angry with you, Karen?"
"Paul, I should be paying a lot more attention to you than I have been, of late," she said to him. "I know I always kind of tease you and make you work hard to enjoy me... "
"Hey, don't apologize," he said to her. "That's the way I love it."
"Oh, well then, maybe what I had in mind for tonight isn't such a good idea, after all, so let's forget it."
"Hey, come on, Karen-honey. We aren't babies any longer. You love me, I love you. Tell me what's on your mind."
"Well, I was thinking, since we do love each other so much, isn't it kind of silly to make you take me home in the middle of the night?"
"Huh? I don't get it."
"Well," she continued, "wouldn't you rather I stay with you through the night, and then tomorrow, unless you're busy, you can take me home sometime in the afternoon or evening."
"You mean you'd be willing to stay with me in my apartment the whole night and part of the next day?" he asked.
"Uh huh!" she nodded.
"Wow! That'd be terrific. What brought this on?"
"I just felt that loving you as I do, I wanted to be with you a little longer." v "Hey, a little while longer, and I'll have enough money to start my own agency, and then you and I can get married."
"I can hardly wait," Kathy said truthfully, because she knew once her sister was married, she would be able to make a life for herself with Ernie.
"Come on," he said to her. "What are we doing, wasting time here? Let's go to my place."
"I'm with you," she said, smiling.
Paul paid the check, then the two of them walked out of the restaurant together, and Kathy, after having danced with him, was first conscious of his height. She had also been conscious of his erection rubbing against her. Karen had once confided to her that Paul thought his erection was small, considering his height. But from what Kathy had been able to detect, there was nothing small about this man's erection.
Paul drove a new Thunderbird, and Kathy had to admit she liked the car. The only advantage her Fiat and her sister's Volkswagen had was that both vehicles were very easy on gas. Even Ernie drove a relatively compact Concord, which by today's standards was called a midsize. That was a laugh.
Now she settled back against the Thunderbird's front seatback and relaxed as Paul drove them to his apartment house. This was considered a full-sized car by today's standards. It was no Cadillac or Lincoln, but what the heck, it was more comfortable than either her car or her sister's.
The car pulled up in front of the apartment house, and Paul jumped out and hurried around to her side to open the door for her. She had to restrain herself from opening the door, herself.
CHAPTER NINE
Though Paul's apartment was somewhat more conservatively furnished than Ernie's, it still reeked of luxury. Kathy knew her sister made Paul work for his nookie, and this time she was determined she would do the seducing, because she wanted to do things her way.
Once they were inside, Kathy said, "Paul, darling, all that dancing made me feel sweaty. If it's all right with you. I'd like to take a quick shower."
"Sure thing," Paul nodded, feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. "Okay with you if I guzzle a beer in the meantime?"
"Go ahead, darling," she told him.
There was that "darling" again. He just wasn't used to it.
Going to the kitchen, Paul got himself a can of beer, then walked through his bedroom to the bathroom. God! His fingers itched to grab her and throw her down on one of the beds. There was something so saucily sexy about her, tonight. Somehow he managed to control himself as he entered the bathroom and found her totally naked in front of him. It was the first time she had ever undressed before him of her own free will.
Walking over to the toilet, he closed the lid and sat on it. For the first time since coming to live in that apartment he realized it commanded a full view of the stall shower.
Kathy had found a shower cap and she had succeeded in tucking her blonde hair inside it When she raised her arms to adjust it, her full, beautifully formed breasts thrust straight out and began jiggling delightfully before his hungrily fascinated gaze. With her hair hidden by the shower cap, he first noticed the delicate bone structure of her face beneath her red apple cheeks. Her eyes also seemed larger, a more intense grey. Reaching in, she turned on the shower, and after a minute extended her toes to test the water. Her wiggling foot digits looked like little pearls, and the arch of her foot had a delightful curve to it. Her ankle was very small, and Paul was unable to help but notice how delicately graceful and sensuous and provocatively sexy her most casual gestures appeared. Strange that he had never noticed that about Karen before.
Satisfied at last that the temperature of the shower was just right, Kathy slipped beneath the spray, leaving the shower door open. She raised her face to it, wearing a tight-lipped smile that suggested the cat that swallowed the canary-Her full body undulated in surprising ways under the constant curtain of streaming water. Little drops continued beading on her perspired flesh, and her nipples shriveled and hardened, changing from pink to a coralline red. By now, Paul's swollen cock was smoldering on a short fuse. He looked down and saw to his horror that a stain of anticipatory lubricating fluid was spreading on the front of his suit pants. The swelling, bulging thrust of his rounded cock-head was clearly visible, too. Flustered, he crossed his legs in an unmanly way and leaned forward in an effort to conceal it.
"I've missed you," Kathy called out over the shower, seeing the way the man was fidgeting about on the toilet seat.
"I've... uhhh... missed you, too. Boy, you sure have changed a lot since the last time we were together."
"How's that?" Kathy asked, worried, not wanting to appear too different from her sister. She was certain Paul would have guessed she wasn't Karen by now, had he known Karen's sister was an identical twin.
"It's just that you don't seem so demure any longer," he told her. "You used to be afraid to take off anything in front of me, and now, here you are, showering naked with the door wide open while I'm sitting here."
"Let's say I've come to see things more in their true perspective in the past week," she said to him. "Don't you like me this way?"
"Well... uhhh... yeah... sure... I guess so... it's just that it isn't you."
"If that's the case then I won't ask the small favor I was thinking of asking," she told him.
"Huh? What's that?" Paul wanted to know.
"I was thinking of asking you to soap my back for me."
Paul was certain he had heard incorrectly, and said, "Huh?"
"My back, darling. Would you lather it for me? Come on, be a sweetheart and do it, huh."
To his chagrin, the tall, handsome blond man felt his cheeks tingling with embarrassment. God! She was making him feel like some kind of a school kid. All of a sudden she was being forward, and though he thought he didn't like it at first, Paul discovered that there was nothing about Karen he didn't like. It had nothing to do with her attitudes or habits or even her posturing. It was Karen, the WOMAN he loved, and no matter how she changed he was still certain that deep down she was still his beautiful Karen, and he wanted her more than ever. Hell! That lush body of hers was still the same. So what if she was displaying it so openly? She was displaying it to HIM, and not to some stranger.
He stood up awkwardly, attempting the impossible task of hiding his erection. It was one thing to show it to her when they were making love, but it was something else again to display it at a time like this. Besides, for some unexplainable reason, it felt bigger and fatter now than it had ever felt before. Kathy, who always noticed such things, was discreet enough to know this was the wrong time to comment on how big his cock seemed.
She handed him the soap, which Paul immediately dropped from his numb fingers. He bent down quickly to try and grab the bar and inadvertently stuck his head into the shower. It was hot.
"Ow!" he gasped. "Oh darling. I'm sorry," she said to him. "Here, you silly man, let me get it. Look, you were dancing with me, and you're also perspired. Why don't you take off your clothes and come into the shower with me, huh."
She made the suggestion in a soft voice, in a tone so calm, so plainly matter-of-fact, that Paul was unable to impute any kind of sexual motive to her. He felt unworthy of her after thinking she was different. This was his Karen, all right. His stiff prick was his badge of shame at the moment. He had even more hangups than she. She, at least, was trying to rid herself of hers. The least thing for him to do was to try and meet her halfway.
"Gee, Karen," he gasped, wanting to come into the shower but still afraid to do so, "are you really sure you want me to... I mean... after all... "
"Now come on, darling," she teased, speaking softly and smiling at him while inwardly fuming at him for being such a prig. "You know you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
He blushed at that. She was right, of course, and he was feeling hopelessly outdated. What was the matter with him? Here was the woman he loved, offering to take a shower with him, and HE was the one holding back. Maybe he ought to have his head examined.
"I promise not to look at you if you're so shy," she said to him, and her eyes glittered with maliciousness as she slowly turned her back to him, letting him see the full, perfect shapes of her lovely buttocks.
God! He wanted to rip off all his clothes and just jump right into the shower next to her. Right now he wanted to do that more than anything else in the whole world. The truth of the matter was, he was still shy. She was challenging him, and in so doing she was forcing him to overcome his shyness, which was something he had been trying to make her do for the longest time. Jesus! She was getting back at him now with a vengeance. Hell! She was studiously facing the wall, the water flowing down her shoulders and running off the swollen cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh for heaven's sakes, Karen," he said to her. "This just isn't like you at all."
"Well which way do you prefer me?" she asked, facing the wall, still.
"I... uhhh... don't know," he admitted. "I mean, it was ALWAYS kind of fun to sort of seduce you and convince you to let me... well, you know... "
"Well then, why deny me the same kind of fun?" she asked. 'This time it'll be my turn to seduce you. Then, next week, we can always go back to the old way if you want. I just thought we ought to try something a little different."
"I suppose," Paul nodded, feeling his balls starting to tingle.
"Come on in, darling, the water's fine."
Paul had been stalling, but realizing he had run out of time, he peeled off his underwear and stepped boldly forward. His naked prick was scant inches from her buttocks, and it appeared much larger than usual, as if trying to bridge the distance by filling itself with more of his blood, quivering, stiffening, and stretching itself out.
Peering over her shoulder at the man, her sensuous lips began curving in a slow smile. This close to her face, seeing it without the distraction of her golden hair, he noticed things about her he had never been able to see before. She had a dimple on her right cheek, and the smallest, cutest cleft in her chin.
"My," she whispered, looking at his solid body, "you're one big, strong pussycat, aren't you."
She slowly turned around now, and reaching out, stroked her fingers through the light but copious hairs on his muscularly broad chest. She had apparently completely forgotten her promise not to look, but he wasn't complaining. Her eyes slid lower, and then they widened. All this teasing had apparently made his cock swell even more, because it looked a lot larger than Karen had originally told her. In fact, it even looked larger than that of Ernie Zale and Ernie was hung like a stud bull. "Oh wow!" she gasped, looking down. "Am I really seeing this attached to a man? Am I actually standing here and looking at something that looks like it should be attached to a rhinoceros? Paul, it's beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I can't remember ever seeing anything so big."
"What are you talking about?" he asked. "It's the same cock that entered you last week."
"Maybe, but it sure looks a lot bigger tonight. My God! That's a deadly weapon. Have you got some kind of a license for that thing?"
Paul looked down and realized his cock did look bigger. Good Lord! It must have grown about ten percent larger. Now it looked like something that BELONGED on him, a man six-feet-three inches in height.
"I'm sorry," Kathy said. "Paul, really, I didn't mean to tease you about it. I know how sensitive you are, it's just that it really does look so much bigger."
"Hey," he told her, "don't apologize. For the first time in my life I like being teased about my cock." By now, Paul Levering had abandoned all hope of any kind of self-control. The direct focus of her wickedly grey eyes made him feel like a chocolate Santa Claus suddenly left outside in the tropical sun. Without any conscious decision to do it, he reached out and put his hands on Kathy's slick, wet hips and pulled her toward him. She didn't resist. Far from it, she leaned closer to him and pushed her body into his.
With her lips almost pressed against his chest, she spoke, saying, "Tonight I'll bet it'll feel especially good inside me. After all, I hold myself responsible for its heightened condition. It's only fair I make it go down again... and again... and again."
"Well, I have to admit I'm feeling a little pain at the moment," Paul gasped.
"Oh you poor darling," she whispered.
Raising her face, she offered him her lips and he kissed them. It was a wet, sloppy kiss with the shower pouring down on both sides of them, but it sent electric tingles shooting from the man's curling toes, making lust radiate through his belly as never before. He started pushing his throbbing cock all the harder against her wonderful belly, clinging all the more tightly to her. She wiggled and squirmed, writhing against it, smearing her belly with the steadily increasing flow of his sticky juices. Her dainty hand wandered downward as she began tickling the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock with just the grazing tips of her painted fingernails.
"Gee," she whispered. "It's gotten thicker, all right. I really wonder if it would fit inside me, now."
"Unh... I don't know... I don't know, but oh God, Karen, I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone else, ever."
"I've been thinking, Paul," she whispered, her voice barely heard above the sound of the shower. "Would you hate me if I fitted it into my mouth and sucked on it... you know, gave you a blowjob? I mean, would you lose respect for me if I did that?"
Had his balls not been hurting him so much, Paul Levering might have been astonished at what his girl friend had just said. Right now, his cock was hurting him so much, he was willing to do anything to find relief. All he was able to say, was, "Anything! Ohhh God! I'm going to blow my nuts in a minute! Anything at all, Karen, for the love of heaven!"
"But, on the other hand, I've never done that to you before, and I feel a little anxious about it. Maybe I might suck a little, and then let you finish in my cunt. What do you think, Paul?"
Paul tried to speak, but he sounded like a man with a throat full of sand.
"Let's just settle for a good-old-fashioned fucking," she teased. "But, as always, you have to promise to go slow and easy, slow and easy."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"You'd never in a million years get something this thick into my ass though. I'm very certain of that. Tell me, darling, have you ever ass-fucked a woman?"
"No! For the love of God don't tease me like this Karen. Please, please let's go and fuck!" he cried out, trying to yank her out of the shower, doing his best to break the contact of his tingling cock against her smooth belly and tantalizing fingers.
Kathy turned off the water and then allowed herself to be led from the shower, but she still clung to him like a leech. She pulled his face down for another kiss, and he was unable to refuse her. Then she circled his cock with her thumb and forefinger, gripping it near the base, and she began jerking on it, hard. The tip still rubbed against her wet belly, and now and then he felt the tantalizing tickle of her pubic hair when she tugged his cock downward.
"You know," she said, "I just can't get over this." She was gripping his throbbing cock very tightly in her fist. "Penises are supposed to stop growing somewhere in the mid or late teens. Yet I'll bet yours grew one helluva lot, this evening."
"Jesus, Karen! It's never been stimulated like this, before. Gosh! You sure have changed, haven't you."
"When you die, you can will this equipment to science so they can study it. When it first began throbbing against my belly I thought my heart had slipped down into my stomach."
Paul decided he loved her all the more, seeing her as more than one woman. Lord! He knew he'd be able to listen to her for hours, if necessary. The more she talked, the stronger was the tingle in his cock, and yet the more certain he was he was now going to be able to hold back his orgasm until he was certain he'd be able to make her climax. Kathy continued squeezing his cock, enjoying the feel of it between her fingers.
Smiling at Paul, she placed her hands on his shoulders and made him sit on the toilet seat again. It was a polyurethane seat and gave a little, cushioning him when he sat on the lid.
"Hey," what are you going to do?" Paul asked.
"I'm going to make you happy, darling," she told him. "Trust me! After all, when I suggested I put it in my mouth a few moments ago, you didn't demur."
"Hey, Karen, you don't have to if you don't want to ..
"Don't be silly," she said to him. "The truth of the matter is, you want me to and you know it. It's time for us to be grown-up in every respect, Paul. We're going to live together, and if that's the case, why then there's no reason on earth why we shouldn't learn to make one another happy at all times, in all ways, don't you agree."
"Well, yessssss... "
Her delightful full breasts were rubbing his inner thighs as she gripped the stanchion of his hard cock in both hands and began stroking it with her fingertips, slowly angling it downward.
Now she lowered her pretty, round, cherub-like face, moving with agonizing slowness, as if she were about to perform some truly sacred task-something almost religious. When she was so close he was able to feel her moist, warm breath on the length of his throbbing penis, the little pink tip of her tongue appeared between her pursed lips. She touched it gently to the slit in the end of his throbbing cock, then she began licking the huge, spongy point with slow, spiraling strokes.
Her thumb and forefinger formed a ring directly under the ridge of his corona, making the pink head expand. It was now so swollen it seemed to burn an angry violet-magenta beneath the sheening gleam of her saliva. She continued licking beneath the stiff ridge of the penile crown, then licked up the cleft in front, covering every single centimeter of his tremblingly sensitive cock-head with her flickering, quivering tongue.
Gradually she began expanding her lingual coverage, licking her way further and further down the monumental shaft. All the while she made little moans and groans of constant delight while she kept on licking, as if she were savoring some sugary confection of incomparable delectability.
Paul stared, unable to believe his shy, demure Karen was doing this. He knew about cocksucking, all right, but he had always assumed a woman did it merely to please a man. It never occurred to him a woman would actually ENJOY doing it.
Kathy made a lengthy production out of it, tracing every one of the blue veins in the thick, white length of rod, closely following the intricate tracery with the very point of her tongue. Paul didn't know what to do or say. He knew he should pull her away, and yet another part of him was impatiently wild before she was even half-finished with this phase. He ached to shove his pulsing meat all the way down her throat, but he was afraid to do so for fear she would revert to the Karen she used to be. He struggled to control his lust and so savored every interminable minute of her cock-tickling tantalization. He forced himself to simply sit back passively and allow her to work her fiery tongue magic. Nevertheless, now and again he emitted a helpless groan.
Looking at him, she took her tongue from his cock for a moment, and said, 'Tell me, Paul, do you like to eat pussy?" She was leaning on his thighs with her forearms.
Cunnilingus! Yes! He had wanted to do it with her more times than he had been able to remember, recalling how lavishly it was depicted in living color in the movies he saw on one of his friend's video cassette recorders. The scenes had always excited him, but he'd never had the nerve to suggest such a thing to Karen. Kissing her cunt was something he had always ached to do. Hell! He wanted to kiss every last square inch of her delectable body, starting with those small, pearly toes, and he would be willing to make a long, long stop over at the juncture between her thighs and bury his tongue in that musky porridge pot.
"With a knife, a fork, and a spoon," he affirmed, trying to inject a sexy huskiness into his voice.
"Oh my goodness, you don't need to do that," Kathy told him. "But honey, when you do eat me, do it nice and slowly, with the care and consideration you always show when fucking me." Karen had told Kathy about the tender loving care Paul exercised when fucking her. "Eat my pussy the same way I'm sucking your cock."
"Ohhhhhh... you bet, you bet."
The blond-haired tall man felt more than a little uncomfortable. For the first time Karen-as he believed her to be-had taken complete control of the situation. Paul had always imagined he would be the dominant individual in his relationship with the beautiful blonde. True she had taken charge in an inoffensive way, a warm way, but he still wasn't certain he liked the idea. He had an uneasy feeling she would use the same tone of voice once they were married, telling him to wear a different suit or not eat something.
However his unhappy daydream dissolved the moment she lowered the O of her pink lips and surrounded his cock again. This was it! He spread his knees all the wider, and his hips raised themselves of their own volition to bring his quivering prong closer to the opening of her mouth. She slipped her slick lips over the heatedly simmering head. She slid them further and further down on the burgeoning shaft until half the enormous length was now buried in the heat of her mouth. The man was gasping and choking, his body squirming as he felt the wet swirl of her delicious suction and the tickle of her moving tongue.
Kathy pouted her lips out further, really enjoying the taste of Paul Levering. He gasped. Now she was pressing the inner cheeks of her mouth against the sides of his throbbing penis, surrounding it completely with her soft, moist flesh. Jesus! In its own way it was as good as her cunt-if not better. Hell! She had one fantastic mouth. He believed he had attained the ultimate in sexual delight.
Paul stifled a cry of protest as she pulled her pursed lips away with a loud, plopping "smack" of released suction. A fine strand of the sticky transparent fluid that was oozing from the tip of his penis connected itself to her lower lip for a moment and glittered in the fluorescent light on the bathroom.
"Well?" she asked, looking up at him. "Are you sorry we're doing things a little differently, today?"
"Ohhhhhh... Karen... Karen, darling. I've never felt anything like this before in my life. This is fantastic, really fantastic. Please do it some more, honey. Please... please... some more. I won't come in your mouth if you don't want me to."
"Not this time," she told him, cocking her head as if pretending to think about it for a moment, but inwardly delighted at his heartfelt testimonial to her fellating skills. She licked her lips and once more lowered her mouth over his penis.
Kathy's technique was different once again, a return to preliminary teasing. Once more she took the head of his throbbing cock tightly between her sucking lips, then let it "pop" out again, repeating the action again and again and again, faster and faster, popping it in and out of her puckered lips with increasing rapidity. Her slender fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the thick root, and then she began jerking up and down, her shower cap bobbing up and down very rapidly. She made a lot of noise while continuing with this maneuver, like someone slurping down soup. Paul would have been appalled had she made such noises in a restaurant or at a dinner table, but here, in the steamy bathroom, the sounds were exciting. It was the noise of uninhibited lechery.
She now began sucking more and more of his swollen cock into her mouth on each downward movement of her lovely head. She lingered long on it each time, a little longer than the previous time. Then her tongue began licking the underside while her lips tightly pulled on the organ, surrounding and sucking it. Soon she wasn't lifting her mouth off it completely on the upstroke, and on the downstroke she was letting the thick head push into her throat. Taking her hand from his penile base, she slid it under his buttocks, continuing to pull more and more of the massive prick into her throat. She slid her other hand between his flat buttocks and the lid of the toilet seat on which he was sitting, digging her fingernails into his hairy flesh.
The man was drawn to his feet. He half stood, half crouched and balanced himself with his hands, unwittingly reaching down and tightly gripping her shoulders. Now his hips began moving back and forth as he started fucking her mouth. As always, even at times like this, Paul was careful, worried about hurting her, afraid he might choke his Karen with the thickness and length of his organ. It was the first time in his life he was afraid his cock was too long, and deep down he loved every last bit of it, grateful to his blonde lady for making him feel more masculine than ever. He fucked his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, as slowly as he was able to bear it, and he restrained himself from shoving as deep or as hard as he ached to do. All the while his hands continued kneading her firm shoulders.
Kathy sucked all the harder, sensing Paul was about to come. She dug her taloned fingers that much deeper into his buttocks, bracing him in his awkward position so he'd be able to move his hips more rhythmically, more decisively. He wouldn't have believed it possible that any woman was able to suck so much of his cock into her mouth that her short nose was pressing into his blond pubic hair. Paul had no idea where all his cock was going, but Kathy didn't seem the least little bit uncomfortable. Knowing her as he did, he was certain this was the first time Karen had ever tried something like this, and he was amazed at the expertness with which she was doing it. The head of his cock had to be halfway down her gullet.
He wanted to come in her mouth, to fire the wad down her throat, but Kathy knew better than to let it happen. His orgasm would be so intense, in spite of the thrills she was feeling at the present time, she would not be able to climax, herself. Oh no!
Pulling her mouth away from his cock, she said, "Now you're going to fuck me, Paul."
Tugging off the shower cap, she led him to his bedroom, deciding it was a nice bedroom, but too conservative since there were no mirrors reflecting anything taking place on the bed. She smiled at him and kissed him on the mouth, and Paul thrilled to find himself sucking on the tongue that had licked his cock. His Karen had certainly changed a lot, but she was still spectacular.
Lying on top of the bedspread, Kathy spread her thighs wide apart, then whispered, "Stick your finger in me, darling."
Paul shrugged, lying on the bed beside her. Hell! He had fingered her cunt innumerable times. He knew she was virginally tight. What was she trying to prove? Slowly he slid his middle finger into Kathy's pussy, not wanting to hurt her.
Paul was in for another surprise. To begin with, she had one huge puddle of oil inside her that literally swamped his finger as it slid inside. With absolutely no resistance at all, his finger moved deeper, deeper, and deeper, until the middle digit was buried all the way in the tight depths of the lovely blonde's twitching vagina.
For the first time, Paul Levering felt an acute sense of disappointment, excited as he was at that moment. Her vaginal interior was so much larger, so much looser than it had always been, before. Where was that virgin tightness? He was starting to wonder what had happened to the beautiful woman he loved. The idea that her cunt had lost its elasticity so suddenly appalled him because he had always been so proud of the fact that she was little-girl-tight. What had happened? This whole night didn't seem to make sense to him.
Kathy leaned against him while lying on the bed, murmuring with pleasure as he stirred his finger around in the yielding jelly of her pussy. His other hand slid around her shoulders and began cupping one of her full, swollen breasts, trying to take his mind off the fact that she had changed so drastically. If he didn't know better.
Paul would have sworn this was an entirely different woman. But not knowing Karen had an identical twin sister, Paul was unable to even suspect as much.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kathy murmured, wiggling her rounded buttocks, feeling the thickness of his finger and feeling pressure build inside her. "It won't be long before you'll be able to bury your cock inside me, darling. Let me show you just what it'll feel like."
It was as if her vagina had been fast asleep, before. Now it suddenly awoke with a roaring vengeance, the walls rippling against his finger as the digit slithered around inside. Her inner cave began crawling around his finger, contracting, pulsating, sliding, squirming. The inner sheath was no longer loose and sloppy. It fit his finger as tightly as a wet fish skin condom. In fact, it was crushing his finger, squeezing it almost to where he felt the bone might break. It was unbelievable because she was suddenly tighter now than she had ever been, before. Paul had always thought of a cunt as a place with a certain elasticity, but it had never occurred to him precisely how many muscles a woman had, inside. He had always thought of Karen's tightness as natural, and instead, he realized it was a muscular tightness she had apparently developed over a period of time. It was as if he were learning things about his woman he had never really known, before.
Only now was he really beginning to understand her. Still, she was his Karen, and no matter how she managed to tighten her cunt, she was still his innocent love.
He wanted to continue fingering her sweet pussy, but she reached down and pulled his hand out, saying, "No, darling. I'm hot enough, already, and I don't want you fooling around with it with your finger. I want your cock!"
"My God!" Paul gasped. "Where did you learn to do that with your cunt? I always thought of you as naturally tight."
Kathy realized she had made a huge goof. She only hoped Ernie wouldn't think her sister's natural tightness was different from the way she was able to snap her muscles. Karen had yet to develop her vaginal muscles to the degree she, Kathy, had. But then, Karen had not been plumbed as often as she, and hadn't had to learn how to develop those inner muscles. Nevertheless, it was time for Kathy to teach her sister a few things.
"Don't look a gift pussy in the mouth, darling, unless you intend licking it," Kathy said to Paul to get him off the subject.
"Uhhh... yeah!" was all Paul was able to reply.
"Come on, dear. If you like my cunt, do something about it with that big, juicy penis of yours."
Karen seemed to be someone totally new and different to Paul. Not that he loved her any less. She was stirring him with her words and her provocative body. His cock was throbbing all the more, and looking down, he realized it had swelled a little more, if such a thing were possible. He gripped both her breasts now as he pulled her back against him, and he noted her nipples felt even more diamond-hard than they had felt, before. "Damn it!" she mumbled. "Not the same old way, Paul. I want you to fuck me a little differently, this time."
"Whatever you say," the confused blond man agreed.
Turning over, she rose to her hands and knees and said, "Mount me like a stallion climbing on a mare."
Paul was fascinated with the idea. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? No wonder Karen was acting this way. It was his job to take the initiative and think up new things, but he had been afraid to do so. He had always thought she would back away from something new, but now he knew better.
Pressing against her, he found the head of his cock caught between her asscheeks, and the tip of his penis was actually rubbing against her anus.
"Not in there, honey," Kathy whispered. "At least, not right now. Maybe later. I mean, the time has come for us to learn all different kinds if of things, but right now I want to feel that stiff cock of yours in my cunt."
Cock? Cunt? Karen had never used words like this before. What had come over her?
He pulled his prick from between her asscheeks and looked at the furred ball that was her pussy. From the rear it had a rounded look, like half of a small sphere that had a line down the middle. Her cunt hair, usually a brilliant blonde, was dark at the moment because it was soaking wet with her juices, and the strands, though sparse, were long, and seemed to almost hang, dripping with oils.
Paul gripped his solid cock in his hand and slid it against the softly tender, yielding flesh, looking for some point of entry. Kathy spread her thighs wider apart, lifting her buttocks and wiggling her asscheeks around and around.
The tip of his throbbing cock at last parted her inner labia and slid inward. He stepped in closer on his knees, until his pubic hair was solidly pressed against the cheeks of her ass. He groped around the junction of their loins with his delving fingers and was surprised to find the full length of his steaming cock already buried inside her. He had never been able to breach Karen so easily, before. Paul was taken aback at the fact that his throbbing prick was buried to the hilt in her seething depths. The cunt felt so totally different.
Not that he didn't like it. On the contrary, he loved it.
"This... iss... hhhuuunnnhhh... great... " he gasped.
"We're not doing anything yet, darling," she observed dryly. "Suppose you start moving that sweet cock of yours, huh."
She wiggled somewhat encouragingly, slipping her tight, slick flesh around the length of his penis. He clasped her hips and slowly withdrew the inflamed, juice-covered organ part of the way out of her sucking vagina, then slipped the powering prick back in again, very slowly. Kathy heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction as Paul repeated the maneuver, then repeated it again, and began to build up a slow, steady rhythm to his fucking.
This was the first time since going with Ernie that Kathy had a foreign cock in her cunt. The fact that it was a different cock made her enjoy it, in spite of the fact that this man obviously lacked the expertise of her own lover. Well, before the next twelve hours were completely gone, she intended making this man somewhat more of an expert.
"Uuuunnnhhh! Aaaannnhhh! Yes, yes, keep it up, that's the way, keep it up... keep doing it... aaannnhhh... yes... yes... don't stop... don't stop... " she cried, and her last gasp was nearly a shriek that nearly deafened the blond man. Good God! He had never seen his woman acting so responsively.
Paul found himself unable to move his hips as rapidly as he wanted to. Grasping her own hips, he began pulling her back, back, back, as he moved back on his knees without taking his cock out of her cunt until he was able to stand at the foot of the bed and have her kneel there with her thighs still spread wide apart. Now he was able to move better, and he began slamming his throbbing cock deeper and deeper into the sucking depths of her cunt. She vibrated her buttocks back and forth in time to the way he was fucking her, moving at such a rapid clip the man's teeth were almost chattering-her short, rapid strokes complementing his long, slow ones and creating a sexy syncopation between them.
Her cunt was squeezing his cock more tightly than ever, and Paul realized he had been completely wrong to think she wasn't as tight as she used to be. Hell! She was tighter, much tighter. Her cunt sucked on his cock more incredibly than her mouth. Not even her incredible blowjob had prepared him for the sensations he was feeling in fucking her in this different position. He had no idea how wonderful it was to change positions. He was certain it was this change in position that made her cunt feel so different.
The depths of her vagina felt like honeyed liquid bubbling around the full length of his cock. It clasped his meaty length more tightly while continuing to slither around the organ. He found himself able to fit more of his prick into the squeezing depths of her crushing cunt than ever before. Even the opening seemed to crush down hard, pressing the very base of his cock and sucking on it as if the cunt intended slurping his balls into her body by way of his cock. He struggled and pushed forward, trying to fit more into the fluid squeeze, wanting to bury himself inside her.
Paul leaned forward and reached out, wanting to play with the fullness of her dangling breasts as he continued fucking her. Sweat was breaking out all over his body, and he knew when he was finished HE would be the one in need of a shower. The sensuous thrill of hot needles seemed to poke through his burning cock, intensifying the tactile sensations he felt while holding her slick body and continually fucking her. God! He was so hot he felt as if he were exhaling steam. His mind and senses felt as if they were fogged, and he resolved in the future to try more and different things. Nor would he ever again resent it if she chose to take charge of their lovemaking.
Kathy took his right hand away from her breast and slid it down her belly to her chunky thigh.
"Feel my clitoris while you keep on fucking me," she gasped.
Panting, gasping, struggling just to keep his cock inside her, the handsome, tall blond man reached between her thighs and began searching for her clitoris. Finding it was not as easy as it had initially appeared, in spite of the fact that he had fucked her cunt more times than he was able to remember and had fingered it, before. Paul fumbled around with his fingers, not certain of what he was feeling in the pliant slickness above his moving cock. She recognized his difficulty, and reaching down, took his index finger in her hand, guiding it until he finally realized the hard little button beneath it was the organ for which he had been so diligently searching.
Once she had helped him find it, he rubbed it very gently while he continued fucking her with deep, driving, steady strokes. He was becoming accustomed to this position now, and he was a little more certain of himself. Standing at the foot of the bed, he had more control over his movements, and now he was able to pump his hips faster, wildly fucking her almost as fast as she wanted him to do. Kathy hadn't let up for an instant in her own rapid-fire movements, pummeling her ass back against his belly in constant motions.
In the large, spacious area of the bedroom, the slap-slap-slap of her rounded asscheeks against his thighs and even the squishy noises of his throbbing cock as the organ pumped in and out of her cunt sounded abnormally loud. Anyone who entered the house, he was certain, would know precisely what was going on in that bedroom. But then, if not in the bedroom, where should it go on? When she began loudly moaning with constant gasps and sighs as she had never done before, Paul was actually worried her voice might carry through the ceiling to the neighbors upstairs.
The rubbing of his fingers against her clitoris seemed to put the icing on the cake for Kathy.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHH-HUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAR-RRGGGHHHAAAU-UUWWWAAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Kathy bellowed, her buttocks clenching and unclenching, convulsively. She was gasping, sobbing, crying, and she moved her ass even faster. It made Paul feel good to know he had once again made her climax.
What made him feel even better after that was the eruption of fluid that had been percolating in his own swollen balls. He tried to hold back, wanting to enjoy every last little bit of the imminent explosion, wishing to make the feeling last as long as possible. He tried thinking of something else, but it was impossible to think of other things when "Karen's" cute, rounded ass was continually banging against him, and he was holding her swollen clitoris in his fingers while feeing her vagina wiggle against the length of his driving cock.
"Aaaannnhhh... wonderrrfulll... " Kathy was gasping. "Ohhh... Paul... I never... aaannnhhh... ohhh... God... felt so good... don't stop... don't stop... keep fucking meee... yesss... hhhuuunnnh... come on... keep fuckiiinnng meeeeee... " she chokingly gasped.
"EEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUN-NNGGGHHHAAAHHHAAAUUUWWWA-AARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, his cock suddenly going off like a series of banners snappingly unfurling in a violent cyclone, each torrent of sperm streaming out of him more violently than the last.
Paul found it impossible to believe his testicles were capable of storing so much semen. The factories inside him had to be working overtime to meet her demands. Perhaps some weird physical chain reaction had been set off by her delightful sexiness, a process that was converting his skin, his hair, and his blood as well as his solid bone structure into pumping sperm. Maybe he would simply keep on shooting until his entire body simply dissolved completely-all of it absorbed in the tightly sucking clutch of the cunt of the woman he believed to be Karen.
But it finally ended. He kept his penis buried all the way inside her as long as he was able, never wanting to leave that incredible mind-blowing tunnel he had suddenly re-discovered all over again between her legs. However even this had to finally come to an end, and his dwindling cock finally popped out when her vaginal walls gave a final squeeze.
She slid off the bed very deftly, standing up, feeling his semen cascade down her two thighs, then turned to Paul, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a kiss.
"Come on," she said to him. "It's time for another shower. Then you and I have the whole night to learn about each other all over again, and believe me, Paul, it's going to be fun, lots of fun."
"Yeah!" he nodded, "if you don't wear my cock needle-thin, first."
CHAPTER TEN
Karen was still resting after the tremendous orgasm she had received from Ernie's tongue. Ernie, still thinking she was Kathy playing the innocent, knew she needed a little strength after having such a powerful orgasm, and for a half hour he simply held her tightly against him while his throbbing cock continued beating against his body, letting him know how much it wanted to be buried inside the beautiful blonde. He would fuck her, but in a while. Right now, she seemed to be continuing the charade she had started. Right now they were in the bedroom.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Please," Karen nodded. "Anything, anything at all."
Rising from the bed, Ernie went to his living room, to the small bar in the corner of the room, and there made Kathy's favorite, a Stinger, and brought it to Karen. Karen would have preferred a Grasshopper, but kept her mouth shut and sipped the Stinger.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"Much," she nodded.
"Ready for round two?" he asked, a glimmer in his eyes.
"Yes, lord and master," Karen nodded, remembering Kathy's instructions to allow him to take the lead.
"You know, I loved eating that cunt of yours, tonight. I don't know why, but there was something deliciously different about it," he told her.
"I used a different flavored douche," she lied, a little shaken, not wanting him to think for an instant that she wasn't Kathy.
"Good stuff," he smiled. "I'm glad you tried it. Made your whole cunt taste different. Now, suppose we have a little retaliation on your part."
"Retaliation?" she asked.
STILL PRETENDING TO BE THE INNOCENT, he thought GOOD! GOOD! It was as if she had divined his innermost wish to actually force a woman into submission. Well far be it from him not to make her go down on him when she was giving him the lead.
"I want you to suck my cock," he told her. "I mean, you enjoyed my lapping your cunt, and you can imagine how much I'm going to enjoy your sucking my cock."
"Ohhh... I don't think I can ever do anything like that," Karen gasped. "That sounds disgusting."
Inwardly, Ernie was overjoyed. She was playing the part to perfection, and he was going to love forcing her.
"Not really, Kathy sweets," he said aloud. "All women learn to love cocksucking as much as we men enjoy lapping pussy. This is your first lesson, baby."
"Oh no!" Karen gasped, staring at the heavy pole between Ernie's thighs, horrified at the prospect.
"In this apartment, dear lady, I am your lord and master," Ernie intoned, his hands surrounding her hips with his loins, pressing his leaking phallus into her hairy pubis, making her think he might not carry out his awful threat, after all.
He ran his weighty penis back and forth against her pelvis, letting the oil from it fall into the jungle of her short, blonde delightful curls, causing wild thoughts to lance through her thoughts of shuddering torment. The fiery stiffness of the hard cock, continually pressing into her tender pelvis made Karen gasp. She wanted to feel it buried in her steaming vagina more than ever.
PLEASE, she thought. PLEASE ERNIE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. DON'T MAKE ME DO SOMETHING HORRIBLE. WE'RE HERE! MY VAGINA IS AVAILABLE TO YOU. USE IT!
FUCK ME! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO FUCK ME! PLEASE, PLEASE... FUCK ME... DON'T MAKE ME SUCK YOU!
The weighty penis continued slapping against her trembling body as he slowly began crawling higher, allowing the leaking slit in the tip of his glans to press into her flat belly and smear its seeping liquid across her trembling flesh. His spearing penis was aimed straight up the middle of her trembling torso. With his knees pressed into the bed on both sides of her body, she felt the flaming cock now rubbing between her full, swollen breasts, leaking fluid there, as well.
"Maybe I should make you squeeze those round monuments to your femininity together," Ernie gasped, smiling, "while I rub my cock between them, and maybe shoot my load into your face."
The enlarged, slimy tip of his penis was now nestled in the narrow valley between her rounded breasts, and Ernie was staring at the lovely blonde's face, trying to see what kind of a reaction he might awaken in her. As far as he was concerned, she was the perfect actress, because all he was able to see was anxiety.
Karen wasn't still positive the man wanted her to suck his penis, and she was hoping he might think of something a little less degrading. The pressure of his thick cock as it rested between the two bowls of her rounded breasts was fantastically arousing. He rolled the staff from one side to the other, letting the tip press against each nipple in turn. The berry-like points of her full mammaries swelled and hardened even more, enlarging into flaming points. The feel of his penis made her lick her lips somewhat nervously, and now she felt an even more delicious shudder ramble through her when she sensed his weighty scrotum lying against the soft undercurves of her full breasts. The short curly hairs on his pelvis and testicles felt like a steel wool scrubbing pad against the tenderness of her white flesh, scratching her all the more as he allowed his meaty roll of cock to slide from one full teat to the other.
"You really like it, don't you, Kathy," he smirked at Karen. "Good! It'll make what you have to do that much easier in the long run. I can already smell the anxiety flooding from the depths of that sweet little pussy I've tasted."
He began sliding up even more now, pushing the length of his solid shaft through the vale of her breasts until its rubbery point was pressing against her chin, bouncing off her lower jaw while the wrinkled sac of his scrotum rubbed her chest above her breasts and her nipples scraped against the flatness of his hairless buttocks.
"Come on, Kathy," he urged. "Open those soft, sweet tender lips of yours and welcome my cock inside. You know you have a secret urge to suck it."
His voice wasn't that of the loving Ernie Zale, but rather of some mean, almost sadistic man, and Karen's eyes were wide open with terror, though Ernie once again thought she was her sister, playacting. Her lips were clamped tightly shut.
HE REALLY DIDN'T MEAN IT! GOD IN HEAVEN! HE CAN'T MEAN IT! HE JUST CAN'T MEAN IT. DID HE REALLY THINK I'D SO MUCH AS CONSIDER PUTTING THAT THING INTO MY MOUTH?
Leaning forward, his weight on the palms of his hands, Ernie slid just the littlest bit forward, holding his waggling cock directly over the clamped lips of the woman he believed was his fiancee. Karen was aware of the organ bumping against her mouth, feeling the oozing lubricant smearing itself on her tightly clenched lips.
"Open wide, Kathy-baby," he insisted, all evil smiles. "Believe me, once you've tried it, you'll fall in love with it. I've been right about everything else, so far. When you wanted to leave you were happy when I brought you back into the living room and licked your cunt. When I insisted we come into the bedroom and relax, you were more than willing to do so. Hell, baby! You're as hot as any bitch in the world. When I lapped that pussy of yours I knew right away you had a cunt hotter than a blast furnace. The rest of your body is exactly the same way. So just open that sweet little mouth of yours nice and wide and take my cock inside because if you don't. I'm going to have to force it in, and then, instead of LETTING you suck me off, I'll fuck your mouth and you won't like it, not even a little."
Ernie was enjoying himself immensely. The woman he believed to be Kathy was letting him release some of the sadistic tendencies all men had inside them. She was super-terrific, and the next time they got together, he would be her total slave the entire night.
Karen's nostrils flared wide, inhaling the heavy aromatic scent coming from Ernie Zale's crotch. Part of the odor was from his being in heat. Well, hell, his being in heat at this point was certainly something understandable. The rest of the odor came from the dusting powder he used to keep himself from smelling sweaty down there. It was a light, pleasant scent, and Karen was at least grateful that he kept himself so scrupulously clean. Paul was equally clean. At least the two men had THAT much in common, if nothing else.
"Open that beautiful mouth, Kathy," he snapped, sounding as if he were becoming impatient.
The helplessly beautiful blonde shook her head from side to side, doing her best to focus her eyes on the firmness of his body above her rather than on the bouncing penis he was trying to force down her throat. But his thick phallic lance continued moving back and forth, constantly remaining in her line of sight.
Karen was aware of his scrotum constantly rubbing against her throat and chin, and though she didn't want to admit it to herself, the aromatic scent of his groin was arousing her, building a pyre of lusting flame inside her. Nevertheless, her mouth remained tightly closed. There were some things she didn't have the courage to do, and no matter how he threatened her there was no way he was going to get her to willingly do them.
But Ernie Zale was not in the mood to believe anything other than what he already believed-namely that the woman beneath him was Kathy, and that she was holding back simply pretending to be frightened, teasing him. With a nasty smile on his lips he continued rubbing his wetly leaking penile head against her mouth, pressing it into her nostrils, as well.
Damn him! She was getting dizzy! She had to breathe, somehow, she just had to.
Turning her head to the side, she tried to pull her face away from the huge organ, but Ernie flatly pressed a palm against her forehead, preventing her from turning, and then he pinched her nostrils with his fingers as he purposely continued smearing the leakage from his seeping penis across her lips and nostrils.
"Suck it!" he ordered.
She wanted to shake her head negatively, but the pressure of his palm held her head steady. Instead, she made a throaty sound behind her tightly clamped lips.
What kind of a monster was her sister dating? Karen had expected him to be somewhat aggressive, but from the way Kathy talked of him, Ernie was supposed to basically be kind and gentle. But with Karen, he had turned into some kind of sexual ogre, attempting to force her to do horribly unspeakable things. This whole idea of an exchange between her sister and herself had suddenly turned into a farce. While Kathy was getting the benefit of Paul's loving tenderness, she, Karen, was being raped.
Her brain was starting to get foggy. She needed to breathe. He had her nostrils closed, preventing her from inhaling through her nose. She had no choice. She had to open her mouth and breathe. She tried letting air slip between slightly open lips, but now the smell of his hotly anxious groin was stronger than ever.
Ernie was STILL smearing her lips with his throbbing cock's sperm juices, and the wetness was beginning to overwhelm Karen. In spite of not wanting to suck on that monstrous pole he sported, she realized her mouth filling with saliva... watering at the prospect of doing so. The odors emanating from his groin were more and more pungent with need, and thus made her feel more and more aroused. Her vagina was starting to palpitate again, and she felt herself starting to leak oils, below.
"Come on, Kathy," he was gasping in a low, throat kind of voice, the tone sounding menacing and venomous, and yet more arousing than ever. "You know damn well you want to suck this penis of mine. Stop giving me a hard time and open that tender little trap of yours and let me slide the cock right in."
"No!" she responded, her teeth tightly clenched together. "Ernie... don't do this terrible thing! Please... Ernie... no... " but suddenly she was aware of the drubbing tip of his penis pressed between her tender lips, rubbing against the whiteness of her teeth. But that was as far as the spongy tip of his cock was able to go, its dripping liquid seeping all over her dentures.
"Open that goddamn fucking mouth, already," the sweating man snapped, constantly ramming his penis against the barrier of her teeth. "Try it-you'll like it! Come on, Kathy, you'll love it just as much as I enjoyed eating the honeyed sweetness of your delicious cunt. Now come on, and do it!"
He was perspiring heavily, never expecting quite this much resistance from the woman he believed to be Kathy. God! This was fantastic! She was begging him to hurt her, and goddamn, if she didn't open that mouth of hers soon, he might have to do just that.
"Never!" Karen wailed, foolishly opening her mouth.
Now she was able to really taste his penis with its rich meaty flavor. Her tongue snapped out without her being able to control it and ran across the smooth, rubbery, onion shaped top. The heady, almost delightful flavor suddenly made her drool even more, and suddenly the sizzling between her trembling thighs had become a full-fledged inferno. He released her nose, letting her smell more of his masculinity, and without realizing it, Karen let her lips and tongue surround the head of his penis, instantly noting the difference in texture from other parts of his body. She was aware of the vibrancy as the heavy penile point enlarged and swelled as if it had a separate existence of its own.
This was crazy!
This was maddening!
Yet Karen suddenly knew she had to feel what it was like to have more of the throbbingly hard length in her mouth. Without understanding why, she parted her lips even wider, letting her tongue provide the sliding board for his cock. The penis rode effortlessly to the back of her mouth, its thick head rubbing her soft palate, trying to push its way into her gullet.
"Thatta girl! Thatta girl!" Ernie whispered, noting that somehow "Kathy" even managed to make her mouth feel different.
He balanced himself on his knees so he was able to pound his seething penis in and out of the tightness of her formerly virginal mouth, not even realizing he was really initiating someone into cock-sucking. She foamed his heavy glans with her saliva, letting her tongue thrill to the wonder of the sleek solidity of the underside of his aching penis. The different feel and thrilling taste sent a series of wild and delightful, uncontrollable sensations charging through her. It was a wild, untamed primitiveness that seared through her trembling flesh.
Eat it, baby!" the dark-haired man urged, happily plunging his throbbing lance in and out of her mouth with rapidly moving strokes. "You can eat the whole damn thing, angel!"
Karen realized he was right. She probably WAS capable of swallowing all of it. Her mouth was clogged to overflowing with the thickness of his driving cock, and in spite of her tremendous arousal, she almost choked at one point when he began stuffing it into her esophagus.
"Keep sucking!" Ernie ordered.
Karen was perplexed. She actually had no idea what to do at this point. Nevertheless, she continued doing her best. She had to compress her lips all the more tightly around the seething staff while her tongue slid back and forth along the underpart of his heavily pulsating shaft. Her throat constricted around his swollen glans, sucking madly on it. Now she was definitely aware of her saliva seeping from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down the sides of her cheeks, but she didn't care. She suddenly realized she was caught up in the whirlwind of sucking cock.
Ernie was bent all the way forward, all but actually sitting on the lower half of her face with his groin rubbing her nose, his balls pounding her chin, and his cock foraging further and further into her gullet, feeling the narrowly constricted throat finally opening without her choking.
The beautiful woman saw nothing other than his hairy pelvis now as her slender fingers ran up and down the flatness of his buttocks. It was as if her whole world had suddenly become a man's crotch, and she was in the center of it all. She was trapped in the middle of his masculine licentiousness-a licentiousness she was not only feeling, but wanted to transmit to Paul when the time came. The penis dipping into her gullet was rubbing against something inside, a network of nerve-endings, and she was feeling the same sparks shooting through her as when she had lain back and allowed him to lick her vagina.
Her tight mouth continued noisily slurping up and down the length of his inward-thrusting penis, allowing her long pink tongue to wrap itself around the penile pole, actually feeling the tiny eye-like slit in the phallic head press against her palate. Karen realized her sister was right. There were things he was forcing her to do which she didn't wish to do, initially, but which, now that she was doing them, she was enjoying it all immensely. Her lower torso was bouncing up and down on the bed, her buttocks slamming into the mattress again and again, her full thighs rubbing against one another repeatedly. Boiling oil continued lubricating the interior tunnel of her vagina, and her cunt was begging to be filled with the thickness now pressing itself so deeply into her mouth.
Karen sucked all the more adamantly, demanding to feel more thrills in her throat from the constantly plunging penis, wishing for the first time in her life another man was present so he'd be able to fill her vagina while this penis continued clogging her throat. A river of sputum now poured from the sides of her mouth, running down her cheeks and onto her throat.
Karen paid no attention to the drool. Nor did she notice how heavily Ernie Zale was now perspiring, large drops of perspiration running along his inner thighs, dripping from his clamped-together buttocks, running down his scrotum and falling into her face and throat.
Ernie continued slamming his hard cock in and out of her mouth, moving it like a wild ramrod, the solid meat scrubbing against her tongue as it continuously made its way to the back of her throat, feeling the slight, sensitive scrape of her sharp-edged teeth while continuing to rub solidly against the tightness of her sucking lips.
His thighs pressed tightly around her cheeks and temples as he began uncontrollably bouncing, moving wildly, actually hurling his heavy cock all the way down her gullet... then withdrawing to the point where he felt her lips compressing tightly around his swollen glans, only to once again plunge right back in. She continued sucking wildly, constantly thrilling to the taste of him now, in no way able to get enough of his pulsating phallus.
Karen's head was awhirl with lust, drifting through clouds. All she was able to concentrate on was compressing her lips all the more tightly to create even greater thrills for the man whose penis she was now sucking.
Each time the penis sank into her gullet, rubbing the nerve-endings in there, she was more clearly able to understand why it was enjoyable to do to a man as well as to have a man do to her. Lord! She wanted to swallow his balls down, as well, but there simply wasn't any room no matter how hard she tried.
"My God!" he gasped, the sound filling Karen's ears. "You're better than ever, Kathy honey. Uuunnnhhh... feels so... aaannnhhh... grrreeeaaat... just keep it up... keep it up... Goddd... Kathy... you're still the greatest cocksucker of them all. No one can compare to you."
"Except Kathy's sister," she gurgled with his cock in her mouth, but because his prick was jammed so far down her throat, her words were totally unintelligible.
The pushing penis reached deep into her pharynx, making her quake and quiver and shudder, and she knew she was going to attain another orgasm. This was unbelievable... a climax from sucking on a man's penis. It made her suck all the harder as the glans continued pushing into her gullet, deeper... deeper... deeper... and then she was there.
Rockets flew through her brain, and flares lit up behind her eyes as she gagged and choked and squirmed and writhed, realizing the orgasm was just as good as the one he had induced earlier, when his tongue had washed through her vagina.
"WWWAAAUUUGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAUUUFFFUU-UNNNGGGHHH-AAAWWWAAARRRGGGAAAHHH!" she gagged, climaxing uncontrollably, her throat clamping down all the harder on the head of his penis.
His entire body was shuddering as he stiffened. She was aware of his slamming prod swelling to even greater thickness at this point. She remembered when it happened with Paul, with his cock in her cunt, it was the prelude to his emptying his balls into her. Now Ernie was going to fill her mouth with his sperm.
The dark-haired man didn't disappoint Karen. His heaving prong suddenly blasted a load of burning white sauce down her gullet as he bellowed, "OHHHHHH... YYYEEEAAARRRGGGHHHAAA-NNNGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHH-HAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHU-UUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
For one short instant the helpless blonde lying beneath Ernie Zale thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to tear her head away to avoid the creamy flow, but even as she thought it, she felt the heavy liquid warming the depths of her trembling belly and she realized she was sucking his cock with the avidity of a babe at its mother's nipple.
"Ohhhhhh... yyyeeeaaahhh!" Ernie continued gasping. "Drink it all down, Kathy, drink it all down. It's full of protein and it's good for you, really good. Almost no calories, and certainly no carbohydrates. Suck, you wonderful blonde... suck... and suck hard!"
Karen didn't bother trying to think of a reply.
Even if she had one she wouldn't have been able to express it. Her mouth was still full of his erect masculinity, though she was now beginning to detect a softness.
"Don't let a drop escape," Ernie gasped, but he needn't have bothered saying it... even as Karen finished draining him of his sperm for the moment, she withdrew his shrunken flesh hose from between her lips and proceeded to lick his throbbing cock and heavy balls until they were clean.
"That was fantastic," Ernie complimented, rolling off the beautiful blonde. "Kathy, you're making this one of the most memorable nights of my life."
"To think, the night is still young," Karen said, smiling. "Oh lord and master, I am yours and will obey you faithfully right through to tomorrow."
"Oh yeah!" Ernie said, smiling softly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Sunday afternoon, and Kathy and Paul had made love twice that day, in addition to the three times they had enjoyed one another prior to falling asleep the previous night.
"Paul," Kathy said to him, he still thinking she was Karen, "how much do you love me?"
"A LOT," he confessed. "Why? Do you want me to put my arm in the fire to prove it?"
They were lying in bed, still totally naked. His hand was continually playing with her malleable breasts.
"No!" she told him, "that would be silly. However, I do have another idea. You see, I love you, too. But I want to be absolutely certain of your love for me."
"How?" the blond-haired man asked.
"Suppose, after we were married, you discovered I was having an affair with another man. What would you do?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "If I were stronger than he. I'd probably beat the hell out of him, and maybe you."
"But that's not love," Kathy told him. "That's merely 'protecting your property,' if you follow my meaning."
"Yeah, well what would you do if you found out I was having an affair with another woman?" Paul asked.
"I'd want to find out why. If the reason was something purely physical, knowing you didn't really love her. I'd probably ignore the whole thing, knowing eventually the affair would end and you would come back home to me."
"Sure, so you say now," Paul snapped.
"Well," she told him. "There's only ONE real way to find out."
"What do you mean?" Paul asked.
"Suppose, just for the heck of it, today, this very day, you and I went out, and in full view of each other, had physical relations with a member of the opposite sex. If you really loved me, knowing I didn't love the other man, do you think you'd be able to accept it?"
"Hey, Karen," Paul said. "You're serious about this, aren't you, honey."
"Paul, the time is fast approaching when we might turn into a married couple. I want to make sure that when we do get married, that as long as we love one another, no matter what we do, we'll stay together. I want to make sure that a physical to-do won't break us up. I mean, if it's going to happen, let it happen now and not afterward."
"Just what do you have in mind?" Paul asked.
"Well, let's go to my apartment. My sister will either be there, or be arriving there shortly with her boy friend. I'm going to seduce her boy friend in front of you, and if you want, you can make love to my sister at the same time. You see, Paul, if you can still love me after seeing, actually seeing another man making love to me, why then I'll know ours will be a lasting marriage. But if you really feel any qualms about it, this is the time to find out."
"Do you really want this, Karen?" Paul asked.
"It's very important to me," she told him.
"Then I'll do it."
CHAPTER TWELVE
In the apartment of Ernie Zale, at the same time, Karen was talking to the dark-haired insurance salesman, in essence telling him the same thing Kathy had said to Paul.
"You see," she told him, "what you and I have is something special. We've been going out with no one but each other, and the time has come to find out if you love me enough to still want me after actually seeing me being loved by another man."
"And you want me to screw Karen at the same time?"
"That's right!"
"Hell! I'll screw the ass off her, all right, and to show you how much I love you, when I'm finished with her. I'll come over and even help her boy friend with you. We'll pump you together, after which, if he's willing, we'll give it to your sister, jointly."
"You REALLY think you'll have that much stamina left?"
"Kathy, I love you so much. I'll always have energy for you, and you know it."
"I hope so."
"What's more, I have a sort of surprise for you. I've been saving my money, and if that klutz who wants to marry your sister is willing to agree, he and I can go into a real estate-insurance partnership. This way we'll all be free to get married right away."
"That would be wonderful!" Karen gasped.
No more waiting. After today, if Paul still wanted her, they would be able to get married right away. No wonder Kathy loved Ernie so much. In her sister's place, Karen gave him another big kiss.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kathy and Paul arrived at the apartment where the twin sisters lived, first. They went inside and Kathy made sandwiches for Paul and herself.
"I think," Kathy said to Paul, "that the best way for us to do this is to get undressed. When my sister and her beau arrive, we'll invite them to join in. After the two of you men go to work on me, the both of you can start working on Kathy."
"You're sure this is the way you want it, Karen?" Paul asked.
"I have to make certain that you love me, Paul," she told him. "I want to know you love me for myself, and you'll go on loving me no matter what happens. The chances are I'll be faithful to you once we're married, but I want to be absolutely certain you love me, Karen, for myself, and not for my fidelity. You see. I'm open-minded enough not to put any kind of a limit on you, either. I want you to love me, and I want to go on loving you, and I want to be certain there are no obstructions."
"But you want me to make it with your own sister?"
"Yes, Paul," Kathy nodded. "After all, I love you, and I love her, and surely she should receive the benefit of your lovemaking once in her lifetime, at least."
"That's sure a novel way of looking at it," Paul insisted.
He relaxed and leaned down to unhook her brassiere. She smiled at him and said, "True love is wanting to share with those you love. I love both, you and my sister, so I want to share each of you with one another."
"It makes sense in a crazy kind of way," he admitted. He reached to fill his hands with the smooth proudness of her two full breasts. There was that delicious thrill of her nipples hardening and knifing into the palms of his hands. "Karen, you're much more woman than even I thought, and I thought of you as the ultimate in female loveliness."
Kathy's hands automatically went out and reached for his penis. Still not used to her being so forward, without thinking he pulled back and away, saying, "What??? Hey, be careful! I'm not used to you grabbing at me, that way."
"Don't be silly, darling," she insisted. "If we're going to make love, we both have to be undressed. After all, what we want to do is kind of create a shock effect when my sister and her boy friend arrive. They'll find us right here, in the middle of the living room. Here, the sofa opens to a queen-sized bed, and there ought to be room-enough on it for all of us."
She took the cushions from the sofa and put them in a corner of the room, and Paul pulled the sofa-bed open. Then she lay down while he began unzipping his pants and dropping them, along with his undershorts.
Kathy shrugged out of the rest of her clothing and flung everything on a chair, nearby. Her lush, white body was now totally naked and ready for more loving.
In the past twelve hours she had taught Paul almost everything she knew, with the exception of SODOMY. That, too, would come.
Paul turned to the sofa-bed now that he was undressed, and as she lay down, he sat on the edge of it and reached for Kathy. Instead of lying down, Kathy once again took the lead, saying, "Lie back and enjoy everything, Paul, and she pressed her hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, pushing him back into the bed.
He watched, fascinated as she rubbed his belly with the flat of her hands, smoothing her palms and fingers over his sensitive flesh, making goose bumps rise all over him. Her hands reached down between his thighs and cupped his balls and cock, embracing the former and squeezing the latter. The tip of his penis, a brilliant pink, seemed to shine with the emissions coming from the slit in the tip.
As usual, when it came to sex, Kathy's mind was razor-sharp and she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Oh Paul!" she gasped. "This penis of yours is really something beautiful!" Her voice was filled with awe as she gripped the massive cock in the smallness of her fist. She knew he was still leery about this whole idea, and she had to win him over by the time Karen and Ernie came through the front door and saw them. She knew there would be no trouble winning Ernie over. He would be more than happy to fuck the female he believed to be Karen, thinking he was fucking his fiancee's sister for the first time.
Paul felt thrilling, uncontrolled spasms of j wonderful delight and overpowering pleasure! constantly arcing through his entire body as her cool hand continued caressing the hot length of his solid cock. He had used it on her more times in the past twelve hours than he usually did in a month, and he was surprised to find himself so hard and ready.
At the moment, his cock was resting in the palm of her hand as her fingers continually opened and closed around the broad length of it. She was tugging on the penis as if trying to milk it, making more oil spill out and cover the head, j causing it to shine in the afternoon light coming in through the windows off to the side. Several times her hand jerked up and down, up and down, her fist sliding over the corona and the sensitive glans, while her other hand continued fondling and squeezing the egg-shaped ovoids in his scrotum sac, caressing them with just enough strength to tantalize them, but not enough to harm him in any way. One of her fingers, her forefinger to be precise, lanced straight out and down, rubbing across the strip of perineal flesh separating his sac from the crack in his ass. The finger slid into the crack, then ran across the puckered brown opening of his anus.
The sensations generated in Paul's groin made the blond man bounce more and more wildly as his bloated organ jerked uncontrollably in her hand, continuous tears of viscous fluid forming at the tip. Then, as he stared, the tiny tip of the pink tongue he had come to love so well on his cock darted out as she moved her pretty blonde head even lower, and she was licking away, drinking up all the oily drops coming from the penile split, tasting and enjoying it.
His surprise was very genuine again. He still found it difficult to believe his Karen was actually doing all the things he had often dreamed she would do, but had never actually believed, until now. Yes, he would do as she wished... he would do anything she wished because she was right. He did love her for herself, and not merely for the fidelity he had once believed married couples must practice. Love had a whole new meaning to it now, a wider, greater meaning, and Paul felt he understood what this beautiful blonde witch and enchantress was trying to bring across to him. She was practically raping him in order to show her constant love for him-so he believed.
Kathy crouched down beside the handsome blond man and continued using her tongue, lapping at his steel-solid organ. He groaned with surprise at the heated contact of her washing tongue on the sensitive head of his throbbing penis, and then he groaned again as she used the tip of her tongue to flick across the little webbed area on the underside where his penile head was joined to his shank. Then, as the lovely blonde drew his long, hard, thick rod gently toward her, opening her sweet lips, once again ovaling them and slipping them over the broad head, he watched as she drew the massive thickness into the tightness of her sucking mouth... pulling it in... in... in...
He still marveled at her ability to swallow the entire length of it, his eyes widely gaping at her in utter disbelief as almost all of his hardened flesh disappeared into the tightness of her sucking mouth and narrow throat. With a slow up and down motion, combined with the strong sucking action of her pursed lips added to the delicious swirling of her tantalizing tongue, Kathy made certain Paul was at full arousal.
She held his cock in her mouth for what seemed like an interminably long, deliciously agonizing time, and then she finally withdrew her mouth from him-slowly, delightfully. Now she rolled back on the bed, her arms and legs wide open to him, inviting him to slide his hardness into the tightness of her cunt, and her muscles were all prepared to clamp down on his cock immediately so he would think for sure that this was the cunt he had fucked so many times before.
Kathy smiled to herself. Paul was really ready now, but he had climaxed so many times, she knew it would take him a long, long time to have another orgasm. Still, she wanted to make certain her sister and her own lover were there to watch the proceedings. When he rolled on top of her, she closed her thighs before he was able to fit his cock between them, saying, "Not just yet, Paul. We have to have our audience."
"Karen-baby... " Paul gasped, feeling almost out of his mind with lust for the woman he believed to be his future bride. "Are you turning into a cockteaser at this stage? Come on, honey, open up and let's get to it. If your sister and her friend show, fine and dandy. If not, you and I can still have ourselves one helluva good time. Right?"
"Darling... darling... if having a good time was the object of all this, we would have remained at your apartment," Kathy pointed out.
"I want you hot and bothered and ready to go, but we'll go only as soon as they arrive."
"Oh hell!" Paul gasped, feeling the pain in his balls throbbing strongly. She had one helluva hold over him, all right!
At that moment the front door opened and a dark-haired man walked in. Even though he was expecting to score with his fiancee's sister, Ernie was still taken by surprise to see two naked people on the sofa-bed in the living room.
"I'm Ernie," he said, walking into the room. "You must be Paul. I hope Karen's explained the deal to you," he said, nodding at Kathy, not realizing the real Karen was standing behind him, staring, finding it hard to believe her beloved Paul, in spite of what Kathy had told her, would really be willing to indulge in this. Yet, in a way, she knew it proved exactly what Kathy said it would prove; that Paul did love her for herself no matter what the circumstances.
"Karen's explained everything," Paul nodded, staring at the blonde next to Ernie, realizing she was a duplicate of the woman who was lying next to him on the bed.
Karen realized Paul was confused, and if she didn't set things "straight" in a hurry, he might come to the RIGHT conclusion.
"Hello, Paul," she said, affecting her sister's aggressive mannerisms, walking over to the big blond man after shutting the door behind her, holding out her hand to him and looking him in the eye. "So you're the mystery man my sister's been dating for more than a year, now. Well, well, well! From the look of you I'd say it's going to be a pleasure to be balled by you."
"Right now," Ernie said, licking his lips, "Karen is the naked one. Why don't you relax and enjoy the sights a little, Kathy, while Paul and I do a number on your sister. It'll be your turn soon enough, and I'm willing to bet Paul, here, will be just as hard for you as he is for your sister."
Inwardly, Karen breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she might never have been able to go through with this if the two men had gone to work on her, first. They thought Kathy was her, and since her sister was already undressed for action, Ernie, thinking he was going to get into her sister for the first time, was more than anxious. She also noticed Paul was agreeable, but the interesting thing with Paul was that he was agreeing because he was still bothered at the thought of his fucking "Kathy" in front of her sister. He was possibly hoping he might burn himself out on the girl he believed was Karen, and then not be able to go to work on her sister.
"Come on, come on," Kathy whispered, speaking in the soft seductive tones her sister usually used. "I'm so excited... being loved by two men at once. This has never happened to me. before."
Paul was still in something of a daze, but he decided if his own woman was going to be so bold, he might as well be bold, too. Hell! If his cock was able to rise again afterward, well then, he would just have to fuck the girl he believed was Kathy. But he wanted to enjoy as much of "Karen" as possible, first.
"All right, honey," he said. "While Ernie undresses, you and I can show him how people in love really act. Come on and make my cock stiff again. It's wilted a little in this brief interlude."
He was lying on the bed again, and Kathy leaned forward, taking his half-hard cock into her mouth, ovaling her lips around it, swirling her tongue about it, sucking with loud noisy sounds on the smooth, rubbery head.
"Wow!" Ernie said to Karen. "I never thought your sister was this talented. Wow! She sucks the same way you do. Hell! You're twins! You not only dress alike and look alike, I'll bet you fuck and suck alike. This is gonna be something!"
He stretched out on the bed next to Kathy, still not aware she, and not the other girl was his real fiancee, and his hand reached out to fondle her smoothly classic full breast, his fingers rolling around the hard nubbin of her nipple, feeling it leap to instant erection at what Kathy realized was a familiar touch. Her areola was already puckering.
Ernie noted the richness of Kathy's translucent skin and once again marveled at how like her sister she looked. It was really impossible to tell them apart. He saw the soft blue veins marbling their way through Kathy's full mammary, and his hungry mouth followed his hand. He took the nipple into his mouth and began sucking and licking at it, and then he began finally chewing on it in that knowing way of his, eliciting a moan of rising passion from Kathy's lips as she realized just who it was who was doing it to her.
In the meantime, Kathy continued sucking on Paul's throbbingly massive phallus, bringing him to rock-solid erection. The blond man's sensitive organ responded to her, growing harder and thicker with each passing moment. Kathy already felt it throbbing and swelling in the tight oral cavern that was her mouth as she began bobbing and nodding her head, once more taking all of him into the heatedly wet cavern of her gullet. Paul stared, wildly fascinated as he saw her do it again and again. He enjoyed seeing the way the tiny ridges of flesh from the insides of her lips were being pulled out on each upward bobbing movement of her head, and then folded back in on themselves as her beautiful face moved down to absorb all of him to the fullest.
Karen watched her sister for awhile, and although she felt a pang of jealousy, she had to admit, Ernie had taught her well in so short a time. She was almost as proficient as her sister, and she knew it probably would have been impossible for a man fellated by the two of them to tell them apart. Her eyes swept over her sister's curves for the first time, realizing what a beautiful woman Kathy was, and as a result, how beautiful she, herself, was. She had always known she was attractive, but she had never realized until now that she was utterly stunning.
Just watching the way her sister's mouth moved up and down on Paul's penis caused the juices in her own body to start simmering. Her clitoris, between her vaginal lips was solidly hard and swollen. There was that wetness bubbling between her thighs as she realized she, like Kathy, had suddenly become a total sexual creature. She never thought something like this would arouse her. Why, when Kathy had once told her she had gone to see a porno movie, Karen had thought the mere idea disgusting. Now she knew better. Soon now... very soon, the two men would finish with her sister, and after a decent rest period, they would start to work on her.
Ernie, lying beside Kathy, fondling her belly and kissing her breast still lacked a full erection. Karen noticed it. But so did Kathy, and the latter smiled to herself. She had done a lot of different things with the thirteen whoops, with Paul make that fourteen different men with whom she had made love, but this was her first turn with two men at once. She felt a little like Karen at this moment, since this was a first for Karen the previous evening. For a moment she wondered if she was actually capable of doing it.
Languidly, almost as if she were in some kind of trance, Karen began slowly removing her own clothing. She draped everything very neatly on hangers and actually went into the bedroom to hang her clothing up. But she returned quickly enough, and a mirror on the closet door let her know she was indeed the spitting image of her sister. Yes, she was beautiful in every way, and more sure of herself than ever thanks to this weekend. She had felt a pang of jealousy when she had initially seen her sister fellating her lover, but now she felt good about it. Kathy was making Paul happy, and Paul's cock was making Kathy happy. She loved the both of them, and the knowledge they were able to please one another made her feel very good. What was more, she even felt a kind of love for Ernie, very probably the same kind of love Kathy felt for Paul. Oh yes, she was certain Kathy felt a kind of love for Paul, otherwise she would never have been able to perform the fellating so ably and artistically.
"Lie her down, Paul," Karen heard a strange voice say, and she realized it was her own voice. "You can straddle her chest... " she told him. thinking of the way Ernie had initially forced her to suck his cock.
Kathy was surprised at her sister's new sexual aggressiveness, but she was also pleased. In order to make certain Karen continued feeling sure of herself, Kathy pulled her mouth from Paul's cock and lay supine on the bed, her hand reaching out and grasping the semi-hard erection of her own darling Ernie. The dark-haired man moved up, slithering his body alongside hers, to allow her greater access to his genitals.
Paul, meanwhile, feeling a new sense of sexual freedom himself, was now straddling Kathy's chest. He slowly began lowering himself, moving down, down, down until his massive blood-filled penis with directly above the richness of her pouting lips. Kathy ovaled them eagerly to accept his penile length once again into the depths of her sucking mouth, thrilling to the head actually digging into her gullet like a spade. His inner thighs pressed solidly on the full mounds of her swollen breasts, crushing them a little.
Hungrily, anxiously, almost gluttonously Kathy took Paul's solidly throbbing phallic wand into the tight depths of her sucking mouth as her hand continued tightly gripping the full length of Ernie's cock. She sucked strongly, her head bobbing and moving in a circular motion as her tongue continued washing and teasing him. With the gentle, certain knowledge born of experience, her hand continued working at the man's swelling erection as she continued squeezing and caressing, moving her thumb back and forth over the underside of his glans as only she knew how. She thrilled to the sensation of his constant leakage as the thick viscosity continued oozing from the tiny slit in the tip.
Karen knelt on the bed behind her beloved Paul. She reached out to the marvelously alabaster-white that was the gently curving taper of her sister's full thighs, her gentle hands moving over them, ingraining their form, their smoothness, their satiny sensitiveness into her memory. Then, for some reason she was unable to understand, Karen, with firm insistence, slowly spread the chunky, sculpted thighs of her sister to expose the rich honey blonde color of the hair encircling Kathy's genital plane. She gasped, her own breath quickly indrawn as she viewed the perfection of Kathy's cunt, knowing her own looked exactly the same, externally, anyway.
Shifting her position, she knelt between her sister's widespread thighs, and without knowing why, lowered her head. Her mind argued against it, yet her body was insistent on doing this, though she knew she would never do this with another woman. Kathy was, after all, her identical twin. They had both sprung from the same sperm-and-egg combination, a combination which had divided in half immediately after fertilization, so that she and Kathy might well have been only one person had that division never taken place. In essence, she was Kathy, and Kathy was she. What she was doing, she was doing to herself.
Her pink, long, agile tongue suddenly flicked out to lick her own lips before she extended it, allowing it to lick into the delicious coral cleft. Though she had never done this before, Karen's movements were instinctive, and she felt a titillation, realizing at last she was doing something sexual before her sister would do it-IF her sister would ever do it. But the moment her tongue touched Kathy's cunt, Karen understood why men were so hung up on cunnilingus. She pressed her tongue between Kathy's slavering inner labia, seeking, finally finding the already erect clitoris hidden in the hooded folds of flesh down there. Her saliva-soaked tongue parted her sister's sparse, golden pubic hair and gained instant contact with the pulsing bud she had been seeking. The electric-charge contact of her tongue with the tremblingly sensitive flesh of Kathy's captive vaginal membranes caused a rousing tremor to shudder wildly through her body, making her feel another rapturous charge of seething sexuality that brought a moan from somewhere deep in her own throat. The sound was muffled by Kathy's cunt-flesh, just as the moan Kathy uttered was silenced by the length of cock pushing all the way into her pharynx.
Kathy raised her knees, instinctively flexing them and splaying her thighs wide apart in mute supplication to the continued hungry licking and sucking of her sister as she pressed her mouth deeper into the coralline gash that was Kathy's pussy.
Karen's tongue moved automatically, licking and washing, darting thrillingly in and out, her lips continually nibbling at the tender clitoral bud as her oral member rubbed at the super-sensitive head of the tiny, phallic-like nubbin. Then her hungering mouth moved to her sister's vaginal opening, her pursed lips insinuating themselves into the trembling channel, creating suction in there as her tongue began moving, licking and constantly beating a wild tattoo in and out, in and out, pausing every now and again to move itself in an erotic little circle, reaming around the smoothly moist cuntal walls. All the while the beautiful Kathy was going insane with the unbelievable strength of the static sensations concentrated in the depths of her shuddering genitals. Her sister was licking her pussy. She knew it, because Paul was mounted on top of her, and the way her hand gripped Ernie's cock made it impossible for him to lap her pussy unless he changed the angle at which he lay.
Kathy wasn't homosexual, and she knew her sister was not basically homosexual, either. Yet the knowledge her sister was doing this to her made Kathy shudder with delight as no man had ever made her do. Her hips began moving in tiny grinding little circles against the wonderfully delicious tongue that continually tantalized and incited her. One ecstatic sensation after another arced through her in a series of dazzling cascades that made sparks erupt through her again and again.
Above her, Paul felt himself experiencing the most exquisite torture. He had sincerely thought doing something like this with an involved audience would dampen his enthusiasm, but it hadn't... not at all. The way things were going, he knew he would be shooting in a very little while. He just wasn't able to hold out much longer. His pelvis began moving in circles, and he shoved his throbbing, pulsating, aching penis deeper and deeper into Kathy's throat still thinking she was Karen, and thrilled by all that was happening. Paul gasped as he felt Kathy's agitated throat constrictions as the beautiful, buxom blonde breathed and her mouth worked around his cock. Jesus! He really wanted to fit his throbbing cock into the tightness of her narrow vagina again and fuck her there without mercy, letting Ernie and the woman he believed to be Kathy see how much he truly loved his Karen in spite of the orgy taking place. He was ready, all right! He was more than ready. God! Was he EVER ready.
Lying beside the lovely blonde, Ernie was wondering how the three of them were going to be sexually satisfied at the same time as he felt her hand constantly fondling his fully erect cock. God! She looked and acted and moved so much like his Kathy, he would have thought about some kind of switch having taken place had his time with the girl he originally believed to be Kathy not been so fantastic. Only his own Kathy would have given him such a time, he was certain, in spite of the similarities in the two sisters.
At that moment Paul tugged his ass back, extracting his swollenly rock-solid cock from Kathy's hungrily voracious mouth. She sucked with such force, it literally popped from between the tight pressure of her wetly glistening lips and she groaned her displeasure aloud, looking at him, letting him know she wanted his cock back where it was.
"Ohhhhhh... Paul... " she gasped. "Your cock is so wonderful... I would love to go on sucking it forever."
"I want to fuck you, Karen-baby," Paul gasped. "I want to jam my cock into that tight little cunt of yours." To Karen, who had still been licking her sister's pussy, he said, "Come on.
Kathy. Move that lovely little ass of yours out of the way."
Karen looked up, a little uncertain as to what was going to happen, now. Hell! All this cunt lapping had gotten her own vagina steam-heated. Indeed, she wanted to feel her pussy being sucked and licked, right now. Karen was first beginning to understand her sister's overwhelmingly insatiable need for sex. Lord! There was a throbbing demand pulsating through her. Somehow, in some way, she had to get either Ernie or Paul to lick her cunt while still believing she was Kathy. Karen was finding it easier and easier to act like her more aggressive sister, now that she had learned what really fun sex was all about.
"Ohhhhhh... y-e-e-e-e-e-e-ssssss... " Kathy was moaning in the meantime. "I want to be fucked! I want to be solidly fucked, and right now."
"Hey, whoa!" Ernie interposed. "This is supposed to be a kind of switch party. I'm supposed to fuck your girl, and you're supposed to fuck mine. What about THAT?"
Paul looked from Kathy to Ernie, then said something that surprised him as much as it did the other three people in the room. "We can both fuck her. I want her cunt, Ernie. God! I'm so crazy about her if I don't get her cunt I'll go crazy. But to show how much I love my Karen, and that I adore her no matter what happens, you can fuck her in the rear at the same time that I'm going in the front way."
The real Karen was astounded to hear her beloved Paul uttering such a thought. Never having been sodomized, herself, she would have been terrified if the two men had done this to her. She knew her asshole was not ready for it. But from the twinkling look in Kathy's eye, it was obvious the latter was more than willing to go along with such a suggestion.
Paul looked at Kathy and said, "Honey, it was your idea for me to prove that I loved you to the point where no matter what happened I would still adore you. Are you willing to let the two of us fuck you at the same time?"
Kathy adored the idea, but to announce it so blatantly might make the two men suspicious, and once again she had to try and act somewhat timid as her sister had always done.
"I... uhhh... don't know... " she said.
Then, truthfully, "It's something I've never done before... two men at once... "
"No time like the present," Ernie grunted. "Come on, Karen, turn over onto your belly."
The real Karen crawled back out of the way and sat up on her knees, gazing down at the full-length nudity of her beautiful sister. Yes, Kathy was beautiful, and she, Karen was just as beautiful. Inwardly she almost envied her sister. for though she was somewhat fearful of being sodomized, she nevertheless almost wished it was being forced on her.
Roughly Paul grasped Kathy, whom he believed to be Karen, so hungry for her he was unable to move gently. Grasping her by the elbows, he brought her to a sitting position, moving his face close to hers, and whispering, "This was all your idea to begin with, Karen. Let's do it and get it over with so I can prove to you I love you, no matter what. Turn over, honey, and lie on your belly."
Shuddering, still pretending to be her frightened twin, Kathy murmured, "I'll do my best, Paul." She turned over and lay on her belly, smiling inwardly, knowing this was going to be the greatest balling of her life. Paul loved her, and Ernie loved her sister so each of the two men believed-though in reality it was just the opposite way around. In either case, the two men were in love with an identical face and figure, and so they both loved each of the women to a certain extent.
Ernie moved in behind the prone Kathy, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her to her knees, then levering her legs as wide apart as possible, kneeling between them. The dark, anxious man leered down at her, pure lust in his eyes as he reached down with his two hands and slowly parted the tenderly soft white mounds of her lovely, rounded buttocks.
Kathy, still wanting them to think her Karen, resisted for a moment, tensing the muscles in her backside, but she knew she was going to surrender to her beloved Ernie. Slowly, very slowly she began to relax and his firm hands spread the rounded softness of her asscheeks wide apart to reveal the brown pucker of her tight, narrow nether hole, throbbing in the crevice wherein it rested.
Ernie nodded at Paul as if to ask for help. Paul reached forward and gripped, the two asscheeks, keeping them wide apart, grunting, "You okay, baby?"
"Uh, huh!" Kathy nodded.
Wetting his middle finger with saliva, Ernie probed into the tender sponginess of her shuddering rectum, pushing, pushing and pushing again until the tip of his finger eased through the sphincter and slowly pushed its way up to the first knuckle into Kathy's asshole. Kathy jerked with the entry of the finger, her asshole always tightly resisting, initially. It would take awhile for it to open up and relax. That was when Ernie thrust his finger all the way to the palm inside her ass, wiggling the digit about inside her to loosen her up, wanting to prepare her for his hard, thick phallic member. Kathy merely grunted her submission as she adjusted to the presence of the finger.
"Oh wow!" Paul grunted. "I hope she can take it. She's never been ass-fucked before. I should've kept my mouth shut."
"Don't worry about it, Paul," Ernie assured him. "This is something she'll easily learn to love. You'll be able to do it to her as many times as everything else."
Ernie leaned forward, pressing the whole length of his solidly muscular body into the small of her back. Paul slid his hands away as Ernie's cock slid between her asscheeks, leaning back and staring with a certain amount of avid interest, his hand going, automatically, to his own penis, massaging it to keep it stiff.
The dark-haired man's heavy prick lay pressed solidly into the crevice of Kathy's ass, the bulbous head resting against the tiny, pulsing hole. Ernie reached to her asscheeks again and spread them wide apart. Resting his weight on his elbow now, he pressed his hips firmly against her, directing his rod of stiffened masculine flesh straight into the tightly clenched rectum that seemed to be automatically resisting his entrance. He thrust solidly, slamming in all the harder, and suddenly the smooth, knobby, blood-bloated head of his weighty cock popped through the resilient but restricting flesh of her anal ring, moving into the tightly narrow depths of her rear passage.
Kathy groaned aloud, making them think this was hurting her, and in truth, her rear tunnel had not been prepared nearly as well as when she and Ernie were alone. Her knees pressed into the mattress as if trying to dig two holes in the hope of escaping the cruel impalement she was undergoing, but Ernie was unrelenting. He believed he was getting into Karen's ass, and thinking this was his first time into her, and believing it to be the first time this ass was being breached, he shoved even harder, his rod moving into her inch by inch until it was embedded halfway into the back tunnel. He stopped for a moment to rest, while Kathy's cruelly stretched rectum slowly adjusted to the breadth of his cock. It took only a matter of a minute before he realized her rear muscles were milking the length of his prick, and he marveled once again at how much like his own twin this one was. There was no doubt about it! These two girls were so alike, it would have been impossible to tell them apart. She was really terrific.
"Oh wow!" Ernie gasped out loud. "Karen, you have one tight little asshole... tighter than Kathy's."
It took a tremendous amount of willpower on the part of both girls to keep from breaking into gales of laughter. They were as amused by this as they were aroused.
Ernie repressed an urge to immediately begin fucking into the tight ass holding his cock as he lifted his head and looked at Paul, who was vibrantly aroused at the sight of "his girl friend" being ass-fucked. Taking a deep breath, Ernie slowly pushed the rest of his cock into Kathy's ass, and once he was all the way inside, he took several long, smooth strokes into her, expecting the lovely blonde to moan with pain, since, this was, after all, supposed to be the first time a cock had entered her ass. He was taken aback when he felt her move counter to his thrusts, fucking back as she moaned with pleasure.
"Ooooooonnnnnnhhhhhh... Goddduuuhhhhhh... aaaaaannnnnnggg-ggghhhhhh... yessssss... good... good... fuck my ass... do it! Do it! Harder, Ernie, harder... fuck my ass harder... "
Ernie mumbled, feeling her asshole pull on his cock like a tight, rubbery fist. Jesus! As far as he was concerned, even the depths of her anal oven were like those of his own twin's ass.
"Turn her over," Paul was gasping out loud, sweating profusely. "I want to get my cock into her, too."
Barely hearing the tall, blond man, Ernie nevertheless heeded his demand. He locked his hands on Kathy's hips and rolled to the side, tugging her backward, then pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back, his cock deeply embedded in her asshole the entire time. Kathy now lay full length on her back, pressing against Ernie's chest and belly, her whitely chunky thighs widely splayed outside the man's masculine limbs.
Paul was on Kathy in a moment as he wedged himself between her widespread, white, fleshy columns, even pushing between Ernie's knees as his hands thrust her white thighs farther apart. Gripping the solid spear of his throbbingly aching penis, he pressed it against her vaginal temple, and then slowly began easing it into the tight depths of her narrow vagina, pushing smoothly into the hilt. His pubic bone came solidly slamming against that of the beautiful blonde.
Paul thrilled at the pressure of his cock in Kathy's cunt. Because of Ernie's cock in her ass, her front tunnel was even narrower than before. He sensed the pressure of Ernie's cock and realized it almost molded itself to the shape of his own cock with a thin, membranous barrier of tissue all that was separating the two tunnels. Christ! It was a funny feeling-almost as if the two penises were lying side by side in the same tunnel.
Kathy shuddered and smiled, filled with more cock than she had ever felt in her entire lifetime. The two hardened rods of masculine flesh buried simultaneously in the depths of her body seemed to occupy every available space, and the sensations, the delightfully marvelous and ecstatic sensations they built up in her were driving her out of her skull with delight. It was she who initiated the slow backward and forward movement of her shuddering pelvis, screwing her rear-end back salaciously, pushing it onto the skewering length of the man lying beneath her, his hard cock sliding in and out of her smooth anal rear with ease now, then shoving her hips up at Paul, who lay on top of her, her vagina literally climbing up the length of his penile shaft, the coral mouth of her cunt devouring his cock every time.
It only took a moment to establish a mutual, natural rhythm between the three of them as Kathy, helplessly but delightfully sandwiched between the two men felt herself being wonderfully buffeted back and forth between them, her body pliantly bending to the will of their penile rhythm. A constant low mewl of delighted pleasure oozed from her murmuring lips as the two men continued surging into her without mercy. Not that there was any pain. Her body had already adjusted to the breadths of the two penises, and there was nothing other than pure pleasure.
"Fuck me... " she grunted aloud. "Fuck me hard... hard... hard... and don't stop until I come... "
It only took a moment to establish a mutual, natural rhythm between the three of them as Kathy, helplessly but delightfully sandwiched between the two men felt herself being wonderfully buffeted back and forth between them, her body pliantly bending to the will of their penile rhythm. A constant low mewl of delighted pleasure oozed from her murmuring lips as the two men continued surging into her without mercy. Not that there was any pain. Her body had already adjusted to the breadths of the two penises, and there was nothing other than pure pleasure.
"Fuck me... " she grunted aloud. "Fuck me hard... hard... hard... and don't stop until I come... "
"Okay, honey," Paul gasped. "You asked for it! I'm proving to you that I love you, and after this is over. I'll still want to marry you... but after I fuck your sister, too."
The two men continued slamming into her tight body, both using longer, harder strokes than ever before, ramming all the way into the depths of her vaginal passageway and anal tunnel, and there were times when it felt as if the two penises were actually interconnected the way one sawed out of her as the other pushed into her.
Karen had been watching all this the entire time, licking her lips, almost hypnotized seeing the two men driving into the dual lower orifices of her sister. She knew that when they had finished with Kathy, they would use her the exact same way, only it would be her beloved Paul who would be doing the assfucking. She might as well brace herself for it, right now. But seeing the way Kathy was enjoying it, made her feel hotter than ever, WANTING to feel it, too.
Her hands began caressing her own breasts, her fingers rolling the high, taut pink nipples to full erectness. Then her hands ran smoothly down across her belly to rub the golden curls on her pubic mound. A finger slid into the furrow of her womanhood, titillating her own clitoris, making it stand erect. Initially, she had been afraid of having two men make love to her, and though she had been drawn to her sister's pussy, eating it and relishing the taste of it, she found that with every passing moment her own inner desire was getting larger, and she was feeling hotter than ever. She was inwardly being worked up as never before, and this from seeing her sister loved.
Moving over to the bed, she climbed on with her ass facing Paul and her hands reaching out to grip the sofa-back for support. She wedged her body between the faces of Paul and her sister, with her dripping pussy directly over Kathy's mouth. Kathy, she saw, stared fixedly into her cunt, and Karen realized her sister was just as hung up as she-not really a lesbian, yet feeling the desire, in the heat of sexual confrontation, to do anything and everything pertaining to sex, whether to a male or a female.
Smiling down at Kathy, her own face a livid mask of passion, Karen said, "You know what to do, sis."
Kathy began nodding her head affirmatively, her own tongue wetting her lips down, running smoothly along, circling them. She moaned, "Yes, sweet sister... yes... come down to me, honey... come on... let me lick that sweet pussy of yours. I want to do for you what you did for me. Come on, angel."
Karen dug her knees into the pillows on either side of her sister's face. Ernie had pulled them out from under his head and had propped one under each of Karen's knees to lift her higher so her weight wouldn't push Kathy's head too solidly into his face. Karen slowly lowered her cunt, then gasped as her sister's tongue electrically touched her pussylips. Two thousand volts of surging electricity seemed to charge through Karen as she allowed her cunt to sink even lower against the mouth sucking it until she was almost smothering her sister, below. Kathy, staring up, smelled the richness of her sister's flowing juices, and feeling herself salivate, nuzzled her face into the silken blonde hairs, her tongue working and dredging, the aroma of her sister more and more pungent in her shuddering nostrils. The oils coming from her sister's cunt were like honey in Kathy's mouth. It had been unthought of, initially, that she ever do something like this, but somehow, knowing this was her sister made Kathy want to do it correctly. Karen's womanly genitals were thrust firmly into her face, not in the least repugnant to her, and she was enjoying doing it. She was giving pleasure to her sister, while also giving to, and receiving from, the two men. What more wonderful thing was there in life?
Never-before-experienced sensations of lust continued coursing through Kathy, exciting her and heightening her own enjoyment of everything. The now wonderfully erotic feel of the two strong men who pummeled her body-Ernie beneath her, his cock sawing in and out of her sensual asshole, and Paul above her, his solidly driving, powerfully thick rod plunging in and out of the wet depths of her vagina, while above her face, her sister's delicate pussy continued nuzzling her mouth and nose as she continued using her lips and tongue, licking wildly down there. It was almost too much for her. Kathy was being gorged on sex as never before, every part of her body being used more completely than it had ever been used in her entire life. Lord! It was fantastic.
There was a wildness about all this that enveloped Karen, too. She knew she would shortly be the filler in a sandwich, and once more she would be lapping her sister's vagina, and she unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of it. She moaned and mewled constantly, the deeper tones coming from the depths of her chest-a guttural song of sex without melody or form as her hands still gripped the sofa-back, and her buttocks hit her beloved Paul in the face as her cunt continued washing Kathy's.
"Unh! Ohh! Anh! Ooooooh!" Karen began chanting above her sister.
Reaching down with both hands now, she spread her vaginal lips wider as she leaned forward and braced her head against the sofa-back. Her wide-open pussy washed around and around in tiny circles against her sister's mouth as she suddenly gasped out, "I'm... uhhh... goiiing... aaannnhhh... to... hit the top... suck me... sis, suck meee... aaannnggghhh... a little more... a little more... ohhhhhh... Goddd! Haaannnhhh! YYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUU-GG GHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAAI-IIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Unable to keep her weight on her knees, Karen let her cunt sag against her sister's face, and Kathy had to use her arms to shove Karen off her in order to go on breathing. Her face was literally drenched with her sister's dripping vaginal oils. At this particular moment she felt a dual climax mounting in her own body, and realized she was having a rectal climax as well as a vaginal one. She felt herself being launched into space... deep space, free and uninhibited as she bellowed a long, loud.
Her re-entry and splash down back to the present world brought her full circle to the sofa-bed on which she and the two men were fucking. Both men continued pounding uncontrollably between her widespread loins as she constantly convulsed and jerked in the shuddering throes of her own orgasm. Little by little her rapture subsided, but the movements of the two men didn't... pounding her back and forth like a helpless manikin between the two of them. She was being tugged one way, and then another.
Now it was Ernie, beneath her, with his cock still buried in her ass, who was coming, panting aloud and bellowing, "EEEYYYAAAGGGHH-HRRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH... HHHAAARR RGGG-HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHH!" he bellowed.
He began firing, his heated sperm jetting from the nozzle of his long, solidly driving prick all the way into the tightness of her heatedly clenching rectum in convulsively pumping spurts of whitely scalding hot sperm. He rammed it to the hilt in her body for the final expression of his orgasm. lifting all three of them off the mattress for a moment. His back was arched as he hurled his pelvis upward again and again.
Kathy thrilled to the explosion of sperm in the depths of her backside, feeling the hot fluid splash about inside her, flooding her large intestine, and she felt a lightheaded delirium she had not known since she had been a young girl initially experimenting with orgasm. It was a wonderful feeling... a feeling she enjoyed... almost a feeling of total intoxication. Yes, that was it... she was drunk on sex.
Now it was Paul driving for his own ejaculation. He grunted and panted, the perspiration running from him in heavy rivulets as he continued grinding in and out of her vaginal opening.
"OHHHHHH... UUUNNNHHH... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHHHHHAAANNNGGGH AAARRRGGGHHH... GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and he was firing his seed into the tight depths of Kathy's pussy, still pumping wildly, bringing her another minor orgasm, making this the most thrilling sexual encounter Kathy had ever enjoyed.
When Paul finally slid off Kathy, and she was able to slide off Ernie, she looked at her sister, who was staring back at her, and the two girls knew it was shortly going to be Karen's turn.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sexually, things worked out somewhat differently than any of the quartet expected. Neither Kathy nor Karen revealed to the two men they had switched places that particular weekend, but it didn't much matter. The two girls were madly in love with the two men, and it was decided that Ernie and Paul would go into the realty-insurance partnership, and they would all move into a two-family house. Both men were listed as joint owners of the house, and the two sisters, both well-trained in their own fields, were able to help their husbands in their respective endeavors so that the partnership proved a fruitful one.
Sexually, they had become so enamored of the way they had come to make love... quartet-style, that they continued having orgies. True, there were times when the married couples paired off-especially those times when the girls were off the Pill and were looking to become pregnant. Though community sex was fun, the women wanted to make certain each child knew his mother and his father. However, once they had all the children they wanted, they managed to return to their old ways. There were even times when Kathy paired off with Paul again and Ernie paired off with Karen, only this time the girls didn't attempt to deceive the men.
As far as the two men were concerned, this was the greatest arrangement ever, since each thought his wife to be the most perfect mate around, and when he did cheat, it was with a woman equally perfect. Not once did the four of them regret living this way.
