Lauren brought in the travel cases from Janni's Pinto, then went back out and headed for Matt's Camaro. A screen of brush hid part of his car from the cottage, but her heart thumped almost painfully. This was the first time she had attempted to break their trust, their pact. But she had to know. Her girlish curiosity was overwhelming her.
Bringing Janni along had provided the opportunity. He would know by now she still had her cherry, and surely he wouldn't be peeking out of the bedroom window. It was fully draped, but it did face the driveway.
Carefully she opened the right door of the Camaro, fumbled inside the glove compartment. A car rental agreement from Hertz. Nothing else. Damn it! She was sure his wallet, if she ever dared look inside it, would be equally anonymous. She closed the car door carefully, moved back to the Pinto and memorized the Camaro license number.
There would be a record of who had rented the rig, but his faked name was on the car agreement, too. He certainly had not used a credit card! Probably cash. She hurried back inside, removed her shirt and pants, and returned to the bedroom.
She trembled, staring at the bed. Matt had Janni spread out, he was nibbling her pussy, hands gripping her ass. Janni hardly looked over. She was glassy-eyed, her hands holding her pretty pear-shaped titties.
He had been the first person ever to eat Lauren. She had no idea how other men, or girls, did it- but God, he made it a trip to paradise! He sipped and teased, played and teased, until she almost lost her mind. He would inch her voluptuously toward her peak, and right before she hit it, he would back away, creating such heady thrills in her clit and loins that she would plead for a finish.
He had taught her things about her cunt she had never known herself. Her urethra, for one thing. The bladder opening was wonderfully tender, almost as sensitive as her clit. Having both titillated at the same time was sweetly erotic.
Areas of her waist and back were erogenous. He had made her ass and inner thighs more responsive. And in one year her breasts had become larger, shapelier and twice as excitable. How he could play and kiss and suck them!
She had passed as much of this information as she could along to Janni without touching her.
Their finger-fun 'trips' had become more stimulating and satisfying. Both had realized that another girl could perform most of these 'surface' thrills, and they had discussed lesbianism.
They agreed that if they did try it, the girl would have to appeal strongly to them. They would have to trust her implicitly, and share the pleasures. The sisters often felt as though they were identical twins, still joined by an invisible umbilical cord. It was almost uncanny.
Janni had been propositioned several times; girls were extremely clever about it. Lauren had been asked only once-by a good-looking saleslady who traveled for a drug company. Janni said a lot of the co-eds were fucking each other.
"Ohhh-ohhh!" Janni cried, her long legs shaking. "Please, Matt!"
Lauren shuddered, sliding out of the clothes she'd put on to bring in the luggage…
This is almost torture! Janni thought hazily. / love it, love it-but I gotta come! I just never realized how good this could be! Lauren and I drag it out to make the fun last, but this is fantastic!
His finger was inside her cunt, teasing her urethra, a thing he had taught Lauren, which the sisters now used in their 'fun times' together. But when he did it while he gently lipped her flaming clitoris, the sensations were heavenly!
She was aware that her sister had returned to the bedroom, staring wide-eyed at the bed, her pussy still expanded, her breasts swollen, face flushed. She'd been considerate enough to let him have Janni alone for a while, but it was not really necessary. Both wanted to be in on it!
Janni was coming now! He had prolonged her thrills as long as possible, although she sensed that he would do it better when she'd had more experience. Yes, yes, she was gonna break her fun! Lordy, lordy-ohhhhhhh…
Lauren had heard her sister cry out sharply while she'd been involved with her car search, but this one was going to be a real pussy twister! Janni's long legs went farther apart, her titties arched high, her face contorted, her hands pressed her cute boobs very tightly, and she uttered a harsh, shrill cry of erotic delight.
The vivid shakes of her body, her uphunches, the toss of her head on the pillow, said it all. Lauren had never seen her sister go off so dramatically, so thoroughly! The vision was always beautiful, but now it shook Lauren to the core of her being. She wanted to grab her cunt and join in!
"Ohhh, oh, ohhhh!" Janni whimpered, finishing her climax, quieting, the expression on her pretty face one of intense gratification. She shivered, her legs jerked a few more times, and she went limp.
Matt lifted his pussy-wet mouth from Janni's cunt, drew his finger out of it, and sat back on his heels, still between Janni's thighs. His tongue ran across his lips, a thing he always did after he ate Lauren. He loved the taste of cunt. "I think maybe you need one now," he smiled, looking at Lauren. He ran his tongue out and 20 grinned.
"Oh, do I!" Lauren breathed, almost leaping on the bed. "How about some cock this time?" he said.
"Already?" she giggled, her heart pounding. "You know how I adore that!"
She positioned herself swiftly, pillow beneath her ass, and he crawled over between her legs until his huge cock was just inches from her steaming, dripping, hungry cunt. She knew exactly what to do next.
Her right hand went to her clit, and she began to fondle gently around her little stiff girlie-cock. Still braced on hands and knees, he kissed her tingling nipples, drawing them far up in his mouth, letting them out again, one at a time, while she inched the thrills from her stinging cunt.
The first time he'd asked her to play with herself in front of him she had almost refused. She'd never heard of such a thing! What she and Janni did secretly was no man's business! But she had yielded, and what voluptuous rewards…
Janni watched, fascinated. When Lauren had first told her about this, she had doubted it. Was he some kind of weirdo? Why should a girl masturbate when she could do that at home, all by herself? She'd never admitted to any of her dates that she even touched herself.
Now she believed! Lauren was,turning on real fast, her face was twisting already, her fingers moved faster around her clit, her hips arched upward, as if searching for his huge cockhead.
And she was!
Suddenly she moaned, nodded her head, and Matt lifted his shoulders. He slanted above her, his swollen knob sliding into Lauren's cunt! She tickled her clit a little more, her hand drew back, and his big dark prick drove all the way in.
"Ohhhhh, ohhh-God!" Lauren shouted, her entire body jerking as she seemed to writhe on his prick like a worm stuck with a pin. The nuances of her orgasm seemed to last and last! He didn't stroke, he just kept his cock socked home.
Lauren was coming again! No climax could endure that many seconds. Another cry as she up-hunched, her fingers digging at his shoulders, her head flipping from side to side in a paroxysm of violent emotion. Slowly the passion ebbed, her legs dropped, he sank down on her, mashing her to the bed, kissing her throat…
God! Lauren thought, mistily. / never had it so big and good! One right after the other! Having Janni here must have done it. My inner cunt moved, something happened way inside that never happened before! I think I'm about to find out what a total pelvic orgasm really is!
While the heavenly little after-twinges balmed her achy nerves, she remembered some of the things he'd told her on various weekend dates here. That she hadn't reached her full potential as a lover… that someday she would know a deeper kind of erotic response… that her cunt would spasm around his cock or finger. She and Janni, when they talked it over later, simply didn't believe it. A climax was a climax, wasn't it? They'd been getting their goodies for years. After all, the clitoris was simply the feminine counterpart of the penis, and that was where.a man's sensations were, especially when he spurted.
They didn't even talk about Jed's quick five-minute fucks. All he cared about was unloading in Lauren's cunt as swiftly as possible, which he seemed to feel proved what a 'man' he was. Matt seemed to belong to a whole different species of male.
A few times he had admitted that he had learned much in the Orient, and stated that the average American male didn't know shit about pleasing a girl. That was the key to his charm. Giving instead of greedily taking.
Girls were built to be loved, fondled, stroked, flattered and thoroughly fucked. And how many really got it?
"Oh, Matt!"she breathed, still trembling inside, feeling cozy and wanted. "It was never like this!"
He kissed her and lifted up, drawing his dreamy big cock out of her drippy, puffy cunt. He sat back on his heels again, peeled his foreskin down over his glans. What a lovely huge wand of joy it was! "I told you, Lauren. One of these times."
"I might as well say it. I've told Janni everything-and she didn't believe it, either."
Janni sat up, a towel against her pussy. "Lauren, honey, you mean you went off inside, real deep?" "Ohhhh, and how!" "Jeeeese!" Janni exclaimed. "If I had it any better than the last one I'd faint!"
"Give yourself time," Lauren laughed. "You're younger than me, and he's been working on me for a whole year." "Just once a month, though," Matt grinned.
"Why the hell don't they teach this at college?" Janni asked. "I feel so stupid about sex."
"When you get his cock in you, you'll change your mind, honey," Lauren said.
"Well, when do I get it?" Janni asked, sinking back on the bed, the towel gone, her pussy tipped up.
He reached over and patted her cunt. "What about right now, Long Legs?"
"Oh, Lordy, yes!" she breathed, watching his fingers on her pussy. "I never really craved it until today!" "You get on top," he grinned.
Lauren scooted over and he sank down on his back. Janni quickly climbed over him, as she had earlier, her cheeks deeply flushed, her blue eyes glowing excitedly.
"You want me to leave, honey?" Lauren asked her sister.
"No! We know we enjoy everything better when we're both in on it. When we're together, we both come better!" Lauren shuddered, not so much with envy as with a growing fear that they had crossed the bridge of incest many years ago when they had started watching each other masturbate. Well, the only aftermath of sisterly incest would be emotional-they certainly couldn't get knocked up!
Maybe we should go the whole way! Lauren thought. Even Matt doesn 't quite believe we are as close as we are, in every way except making out…
Matt Dobson grinned, watching limber-assed young Janni straddle him, hungry for her first prick. He had really doubted Lauren's story that Janni had her cherry-but feeling was believing. The dainty membrane was there.
It was amusing the way Lauren had explained about herself and Janni-that they were not into incest, that they went only so far with their sisterly sex games. He didn't give a shit one way or another. They might just as well go ahead and enjoy physical contact. Stateside chicks were so damned juvenile.
He'd been born and raised in Hong Kong. His parents had been English. He had absorbed the Oriental outlook on fucking almost before he began jacking off. He spoke most of the southern Chinese dialects, and he knew French. His father had made millions in the export business, back when just one million was almost a fortune.
One of his father's good-looking maids had introduced him to sex at the age of eighteen. The maid's cunt was very snug around him. She had tempered his swift urge to go off by showing him how delicious it was to wait, to delay the male climax until she had her pleasure. But he had not inherited his father's business 25 acumen. He had dawdled and fucked his way through a huge inheritance, and while in college in the states, before all of his money was gone, he had found his career; fucking rich women for money and a life of leisure.
All his life women had looked at him and then looked again. He was a Tom Jones with a college education. Cunts leered at him and started getting the feminine equivalent of a hard-on. He picked only the choicest, naturally.
His current bankroll was Stella Fordham, an immensely wealthy widow who owned a big electronics firm in L.A. At forty-two she could still pass for thirty, and there was no problem in keeping her purring. She wanted prick only about twice a month, but mainly she wanted a handsome man she could show off to her rich-bitch friends and watch them squirm with envy.
Between cock fucks she humped her 'social secretary,' a beautiful leggy mulatto who could almost pass for white. Her bedroom in the Beverly Hills mansion was right next to Stella's.
Matt's bedroom was at the end of the hall, presumably so he would not hear Stella and Rona Hall having their goodies-because both of them made a lot of noise. He had listened in a few times. He had permission to fuck any of the hired help, including the girl who drove Stella's big Rolls-Royce limousine, but he didn't need that. Too much classy pussy available. He got all he needed on the side, since he had not one fucking thing to do except escort Stella around, smile at the right time, talk intelligently at cocktail parties, and honk Stella every two weeks or so. He played golf, of course. All the wealthy assholes did.
She called him her husband, she even had a fake marriage license to "prove" it, but she still wanted to be called 'Miss.' She had been in films years before; that was where her late husband had spotted her. Besides all of his clothing, a new car every year, he had a terrific allowance, his own bank account. A real shitass of a gigolo.
Oddly, Stella still maintained a lively interest in her main business, although a manager made most of the decisions. Her invested wealth could have supported her in the style she had grown accustomed to, but she felt she should be 'doing something.' She was no dummy.
Now and then he dropped by her office and took her to lunch, which pleased her mightily. He sent her flowers. He knew how to keep the skids greased. He always assured her that she was the best fucking in the world. She knew it was bullshit, but she adored hearing it anyway. Cunts!
Recently he had gone by the plant and office for an entirely different reason. A competitor in the electronics business had approached him, through an ex-model, with a nice'deal. In exchange for certain plans the competitor knew Stella owned, for copies of certain blueprints, he would receive bundles of nice tax-free money. He was entering the older phase of his life. Sooner or later he would not be able to get it up as often as was required to keep some old cunt happy. He had to think of his fading years, and that took funds.
Already he had established a savings account in a fake name, he was able to filch a lot out of his private account, and the large bonuses he would receive for industrial spying would fatten it considerably.
Tomorrow he was meeting his contact along a back road not far from this cottage, which was owned by a friend of his who used it for a fuck shack, and who let Matt use it the same way. The friend needed it only two or three times a month.
The friend was into fucking very young, under-aged pussy-and he had to be very careful. Matt knew better than to pick on any stuff under the age of eighteen; he usually liked them around Lauren's age. American broads, at least. In the Orient if they were big enough, they were old enough. Nobody cared.
Lauren was refreshing. Not only pretty, friendly and appreciative, she was developing into a really fine piece of ass. Aside from masturbating, he had taught her almost everything she knew about the joys of sex. Frustrated young married girls were a dime a dozen, but not many were as sexy as Lauren. And Janni was even more so. He had enjoyed sisters before, identical Chinese twins in Singapore, and a pair in Honolulu. They'd had no qualms about entertaining each other, it had been part of their acts. He had always liked to watch girls fuck, he had learned much from it. Lauren and Janni were already into incest; they were just shy about actually rubbing cunts.
American girls, and men, were so stupid about the most exciting thing in the world. When, fresh from Hong Kong, he had started college at USC, he hadn't been able to comprehend the strange sexual customs imposed on young men and women.
'Nice' girls didn't fuck until married, or at least engaged. But, of course, most of them did. Guys could get a little, if they were lucky. Things had changed greatly since he'd been to the university- but the ignorance seemed to have increased. Prick in, two or three minutes of humping, squirt, and it was all over. Guys might have to work for it for weeks! Girls were supposed to be 'in love' before giving it out. Whether they climaxed or not didn't seem to be very important. What assholes!
Here was a clean young pussy with all that nice equipment just begging to be used, and it was clear from all the breakups, legal and illegal, that some jerks were not using a fraction of that sweet body or exploring its infinite possibilities.
He would not be in the States at all except for one big incentive-wealthy cunts able to afford him. The U.S. of A. had loads of them. In Europe men controlled most of the heavy dough. They bought the pussy.
He looked up at Janni and reached for a Junior Miss tit.