"And then he showed this girl his cock!" Janni exclaimed. "Didn't he fuck her?" Lauren asked, stunned.
"No, she turned and ran," Janni said. "The whole thing was kind of weird. He gave her an envelope, and she handed him one. I sure wish I could have heard what they said."
"Well, keep it, here he comes," Lauren said, glancing out of a kitchen window. "I hope he didn't see you." Janni winked. She had put on her tight pants for her venture up the hill, and she moved quickly out of sight. Matt came in, grinning as he looked at Lauren in her thin black nightie. He strode up close, gripped her waist with his left hand, squeezed a tittie with his right and swooped his mouth down on her lips. His tongue stroked in deep.
Oh, the magic was there instantly. He'd been gone about half an hour, but she was still turned on, her cunt moist, her clit rising already. The talk with Janni earlier, about what was incest and what wasn't, could be explored later. When his hands and mouth were on her, she was like jelly-a bitch ready to fuck.
But what had he given the girl, the attractive brunette? Janni had said she was tall, well-built and sexy. The news just increased the mystery surrounding him; she had to know! Not that it would do her much good. She'd go back to Jed and his dull way of living, spread out for him when he wanted to dump a load in her cunt.
Janni pranced into the kitchen, wearing her black sheer nightie and heels, parading around so Matt could see her. His mouth lifted from Lauren's lips. He watched Janni's leggy undulations. Lauren felt a twinge of jealousy. No good, that would spoil everything!
"I think you girls need more cock," he smiled. He stepped back and began taking off his clothes, Lauren helping him. Janni laughed and wiggled her ass, spreading her long thighs. As his briefs came down, revealing his outfit, Lauren shuddered. Oh, was she ready! In the play room he had the sisters bend over, facing the vanity mirror, and he started his pussy play from behind them. The vanity itself was sturdy, as Lauren well knew from previous weekends here. When he stroked his prick in, he hit hard!
"Tip it up higher, Janni," he smiled, fondling her cunt.
"Like this, honey!" Lauren breathed, feeling his left hand on her cunt. Janni observed, giggled, and angled her cute ass upward, legs apart.
As his finger went juicily into Lauren's cunt, she whined her pleasure. Janni uttered a. little gasp of joy. The mirror gave both girls a view of him, naked, smiling, his huge cock high and hard, wet on the glans, God! How he could play with an eager pussy. Already she was shivering with sweet anticipation, the thrills sweeping up her legs, along her body and up to her tits, still cuddled inside the nightie top.
"Ohhhh, neat!" Janni giggled, tipping her ass out farther. "It's almost as good as prick!"
Lauren couldn't talk, she was too engrossed in feeling. He was drawing her slowly, tantalizingly, toward a climax. If only she could have one of those heavenly deep-in orgasms again! Now, if he'd just ram his cock in…
Matt eased his knob between Lauren's expanded labia, taking his free hand from Janni's cunt. He held the older sister's hips and carefully drove his cock into the palpitating flesh. Yeahhhh! Take away all the horseshit a man had to put up with to get his prick in a classy cunt, this was what she wanted just as badly as he did. Very few would admit it, though. In the States especially. She was generally granting him a great 'favor,' when nine times out of ten she expected some 'favor' for it. But he supposed he had such a low opinion of cunts because he fucked only the ones who ran after him. He turned the tables on them, he made them pay for it.
Lauren and Janni served a purpose, too- without having to fork over cash. He had Socked the money in the trunk of his rented car. Maybe sometime he would call Linda and show her what a real man could do for her.
Lauren's shivers, her expression of thrall reflected in the mirror, a faint clutch of her inner cunt, told their intimate story-she was ready to come off. He hunched in fast and tensed his cock, She moaned and whimpered, wanting more, so he fed her one more buck jab. Bingo. Her cunt tightened belter than ever in swift, sweet rhythm. She squealed.
Oh, how she comes on his prick! Janni thought, shaking with envy. But he's so casual about it all. I almost hate him! He slid his prick in Lauren because she's better fucking. He ate me and got my cherry. And I'm in the back seat. She was younger, prettier and leggier than Lauren, he had fucked Lauren dozens of times, and still he preferred older sister. This was the stif-fest blow to her ego she had ever suffered. But she didn't move. She waited for Lauren to finish her fun on his huge prick, and watched that swollen shaft emerge from Lauren's cunt. Janni had never seen it like this, labia twice their usual size, red inner flesh pushing out past the outer slit, and there was a redness across her tits and belly, like a rash., What a turn-on!
"Now let's see how this pussy feels," he grinned, moving over behind Janni. Her own cunt was puffed, but not like her sister's. She'd had more practice! "Ohhh, get it in me!" Janni breathed.
"Hang on, Legs," he muttered, slowly penetrating her cunt. The spread of her flesh around his cock, the honeyed, slick, burning sensation, the feet of it rammed way up in there-she could think of nothing now except enjoying it!
Slowly he began to stroke. She had done it before, on top, but this was his show.
Hunch, hunch, hunch-pause. Out slowly, back in fast. Beautiful! Oh, maybe he did like her pussy better, after all! His hands on her hips held her firmly. He was pouring the prick to her, and his expression, via the mirror, showed he was having his kicks. He'd said her cunt was nice and snug!
No matter how dreamy it was, she felt the same thing Lauren had experienced, and which she had related to Janni. She was simply an object for his personal diversion; he didn't really care about either of them. He was a love machine, he was as practiced in it as a champion athlete in his chosen event. Over a period of around forty years or more he had perfected it. And she wondered why she and Lauren hadn't thought of it before-a professional, a gigolo. Some very wealthy women paid him fees for his stud services. They were getting it free because they were, after all, class pussy. Young pussy. Lauren had even brought him a virgin!
Lauren wanted to know who he was, but now Janni was not so sure she did. Her choice would be a man around thirty-five, who would surely know how to trip her trigger, and be successful in business or a profession. She was going to get out and sample a few guys-at least Matt had broken the ice. A few twitches of her pretty ass, a few come-on glances, and she had almost any stud drooling.
Oh, she was starting to go off! His strokes quickened, his face twisting, and suddenly she realized he was going to come in her! He wasn't there yet, but she couldn't wait! A heavenly series of pulsating twinges shot up her legs to her cunt, her hips pushed back and up, and her pussy mouth tightened in exquisite rhythm! She cried out sharply.
Ohhh, her clit was coming, but so was her cuuuunt! Lordy!
"Uhhhh!" he groaned, driving deep and fast. "Uhhhh-fuuuuck! It's gettin' offffff!"
She'd felt a prick throb in her hand, but having it spasm inside her was something else! Her flesh answered, she was sure she could feel the spurt of his semen! His heavy, goaty thrusts in her cunt filled a slutty need to be gored, impaled and fucked. At last she was having her goodies around a coming prick… Lauren shuddered, feeling envy and almost jealousy. Sure, he wanted to drop a load in the new, young pussy! He'd be a fool not to, after picking her cherry. Something went out of her feeling for Matt, though. She had thought she was special, but he was fucking Janni just as enthusiastically as he had fucked her at first.
Maybe on the way back to the cottage he had run into Janni and they had set up a date, excluding older sister; maybe the story about his meeting another girl was pure hokum; maybe he had fucked Janni up there in the trees; maybe she could no longer trust her own sister!
Anyway, he wouldn't be much good for a while. After a man his age got his nuts busted he had to rest a spell, or even take a nap. Then she would have it out with Janni.
Stella Fordham leaned back in her home office chair, dropped the detective's report on her desk and frowned. That sonofabitch of a gigolo was not content to live in luxury and have more freedom than most paid lovers enjoyed-he was stealing some of her most valued circuitry designs and selling them to Western Computers, Fordham Elec-tric's very serious competitor.
She'd made a mistake in keeping copies of new designs, developed at great cost, at home in her office safe, and somehow Matt had learned the combination. She knew he was familiar with photography; she had even built a big darkroom for him, with the most expensive and elaborate equipment, plus a small fortune in cameras.
The detective had not yet learned where Matt was stashing his loot, but that would come out, too. That dirty bastard! He had to be taught a lesson-without impairing his abilities to fire her cannon twice a month or so, when she got really horny for cock.
No one had ever given her as much wild sensual pleasure as Matt; he was simply one in a million. She even provided him with some in-house pussy! Rona Hall was a jewel, the best lez fucking Stella had ever encountered, and she liked Matt. He could have some of that as often as he wanted it. But like all virile studs, he had to have variety, something new, young and fresh.
The report on Lauren Lohman was interesting, and this weekend she had brought along her younger sister to the cottage, and of course Matt would do a good job on them. He never picked dogs; he could attract the very best stuff.
She was probably crazy for involving herself in business at all. She certainly didn't need the money. But she liked to keep busy, and as much as she loved sex, nobody could fuck all the time. Travel didn't interest her as it once had. At forty-two she still had her figure, her looks, and she used every natural method available to stay young and sexy.
Her stepfather had cured her of ever considering men as persons to trust and love. That old fucker had caught her masturbating at the age of twelve and, by threatening to tell her very strict mother about it, he had forced Stella into a strange kind of sex with him. He had never fucked her, but he had used her body to excite himself, and after eating her and slobbering around on her, he had her finish him by sucking his prick, taking the semen up in her mouth. God, how she had hated that monster!
So, during college and later as a showgirl and model, she had turned to girls, and she had been enjoying pussy ever since. Only two men had ever got a cock in her-her late and very rich husband, and Matt. Somehow he symbolized what her life could have been.
But he was basically shallow and spineless, an ideal paid lover. He hardly ever drank-he was a kind of health nut like herself. He always told her that good sex required a strong, well-kept body. He was socially smooth, and expert at teasing some of Stella's women friends, letting them know that she was superior in bed. He was great ego-fodder.
Stella knew some of her closest women friends had tried to take him away from her, everything being equal in sex and war. And he had never played any of them. He liked the young stuff, naturally. He had lots of freedom to find it. No, she wouldn't really hurt him, but he had to be taught that stealing from her was a no-no.
Suddenly she smiled. She had the perfect solution! She felt so good about her idea she decided to celebrate with a little Saturday afternoon fucking. She hugged her cunt mound, left her downstairs office, climbed the curved stairway, walked along the hall and tapped on Rona Hall's bedroom door. "Come in!" Rona said brightly.
Stella entered, smiling, and locked the door behind her. She wore shorts and halter, she'd been outside earlier, checking up on what the Japanese gardener and his crew had been doing to her favorite flower gardens.
Rona looked up from the vanity, where she sat in a bright red negligee. What a bod! What a pair of high, hard tits! She had been featured in a foldout in Players not long before-she was sex personified. She was almost as tall as Stella, who was six feet in heels, and her beautiful legs were 'a mile' long.
Rona was twenty-five. She had a degree in teaching from UCLA and was smart as a whip-but she certainly couldn't make the kind of money Stella paid her out there in the jungle of Los Angeles. She did not want to be in show biz. She called herself half and half in the sex department, although Stella believed her social secretary really preferred cock to pussy.
Nevertheless, she was exciting as hell. No girl had ever banged Stella as hard as Rona could. A delight to the eyes and the senses. Eventually she hoped to marry some very rich whitey. Right now her bod belonged to Stella.
Matt stroked in Janni's cunt until he was satisfied, and drew his shrinking cock from her puffed-out, drippy box. As usual after he went off, pussy never looked quite as appealing as before, and a streak of meanness came out in him, if he let it. Lauren, spread out on the bed now, watched as he turned from Janni and wiped his cock with a towel.
"Was it'fun, stud?" Lauren cooed, her thighs wide apart, her swollen cunt there for him when he wanted it.
"Yeah," he said. He dropped into a chair as Janni lifted her tits from the vanity top, and wobbled to the bed. She flopped down beside her sister, acting pooped. Anyway, he had stopped her silly giggling.
"Jeeeese, that was goooood!" she said. Lauren handed her a towel and she wiped her cunt, looking at the streaks of his jism. "Sure is a lot of it!" "Does it still itch?" he asked, grinning. "Well, sure-sort of. But you look out of it."
"Crawl over and work off the itch on your sister," he suggested. "She wants more fucking." "Now; Matt-I told you!" Lauren protested. "Ah, shit. Do it."
Janni sat up, staring down at older sister. "Honey, we could at least try it!"
"You watch each other get off on your fingers, so what's the big deal?" he chuckled.
Janni laughed, tossed the towel on the floor and crawled over between Lauren's thighs. "He's right, you know. We're just kidding ourselves. I want to screw you."
"You fox!" Lauren breathed, but she didn't push her sister away. "You'd do anything he asked!"
Lauren knew it was more than pleasing him, and as her tender cunt met that of her pretty sister, it was like it had been preordained, that both were waiting for an excuse to make it happen! Nothing had ever been like it, the sweet cloying press of girl flesh on girl flesh.
"Ohhh, honey!" Janni breathed, hunching. "It's beautiful!"
"Yessss!" Lauren whispered, arching her cunt upward. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me goooood!"
All their years of togetherness, sharing secrets and hiding nothing, were telescoped into this glorious moment of total living. They'd been kidding themselves for too long! Matt had brought it all into vivid focus.
Janni's slow, sensuous strokes, knifing thrills all through Lauren's body, were creating the same emotions in Janni-in a way that maybe no man could ever understand. The prick wasn't pumping in either pussy, but it was more than that; it was the most wonderful sharing they had ever experienced.
They were going to come together, their clits would throb at the same luscious instant, and both knew it. No more words were needed, it was simply too lovely. They were involved in their mutual delight, and their lives would never be the same again. Oh, they could have this any time they craved it…
Matt smiled, feeling his cock start to harden. Nothing stirred him like watching two sex-hungry cunts going for the goodies. At various times in his travels he had seen all kinds of lesbian combinations-sisters, cousins, friends, as well as mothers and daughters. If it was fun, why the hell not? Oriental and island women did not believe in being sexually frustrated; there were too many pleasant ways to relieve the tension, and what was wrong and right in the East was not necessarily wrong and right in the West.
"Ohhh!" the girls gasped, almost in unison. Janni's ass whipped faster. He could hear the sticky mush of their cunts lightly slapping together as the bed jiggled its erotic dance. They weren't prolonging the fun, teasing with little pauses; they were going for broke.
Their faces contorted, Janni fucked very swiftly, and as they hit the peak they squealed together. Now they were writhing like snakes, pounding up, thrusting down, whimpering their joy, gasping for air. His prick was up as hard as a fucking pine pole.
They were going to get all the prick they needed this day, Any time he started losing his hard-on, he'd have the sisters fuck each other again. Yeahhhhh,