"I was surprised you'd have lunch with me," Steve Lang said to Janni.
"When I saw you looking at me in the window, I just couldn't resist," Janni smiled. She wore the outfit she'd been modeling, snug fashion pants, a snug shirt unbuttoned halfway down the front, no bra.
They were in a small cafe across the street from Wellman's Department Store, where she worked. Steve was the contractor in charge of remodeling the Men's Shop. He was big, rugged, tanned, and it was not from playing golf-he worked outside a lot.
"First time a foxy blonde like you ever asked me out," he grinned boyishly. "Even for a sandwich."
She giggled, leaning forward enough so he could see down inside her shirt. "Girls do ask nowa81 days."
It was Friday. Since Jed was still gone, Janni and Lauren had decided to hit a few likely bars that evening, hoping for excitement-but maybe they wouldn't have to!
Steve was unattached, she had learned that before ever approaching him. Several girls in the store had tried to date him, and learned enough to whet their girlish appetites, but he hadn't nibbled. Janni now knew why. His wife had died less than a year earlier.
"Since I'm being bold, I'll go the whole route," she said, giving him a full-voltage look. "What about a date tonight, Steve?"
He grinned. "Aren't I a little old for you, Janni?" "No. I bet you're not even thirty."
"Add two," he said. "And you must be about nineteen." "Add two," she giggled. "Okay?"
"Sure," he chuckled. "I'd like to go out. What did you have in mind?"
I want to have a fun evening and then fuck you, she said with her eyes. I need to get that old fucker of a Matt Dodson out of my mind. Tonight Lauren will just have to sit on it. Or play with it. As wonderful as she is, we just can't keep on fucking each other.
Steve Lang was getting a stiff on. He'd always gotten his share before meeting Ella, but he had never dated a sweet, young, leggy, model-contoured piece like Janni. Even since his studding days the girls had grown bolder. He hadn't cheated on Ella, but it was high time he sampled some of this available pussy.
He had grown up and learned the contracting business in Wyoming, where good-looking cunts were few and far between. Here in L.A. they were everywhere. People said it was an overflow from Hollywood, or Mother Nature was growing them sexier out here. When they saw a stud they wanted, they went right after him.
The best lookers were always smarter, had fine jobs, a car, an apartment, and an eager set of glands. In front of him was about the prettiest one he'd seen lately, and she was ready. Those fine high titties looked as firm as melons, and what a sweet tight ass!
When they started comparing addresses and exchanging phone numbers, they learned his shop and yard were only six miles from her apartment. He had built quarters above his office to save the cost of a night watchman and a bundle on insurance. When she said her married sister worked in Lohman's Drug Store, he realized he traded there now and then.
"I've noticed that fine-looking blonde in there," he said.
"She's my sister," Janni exclaimed. "We're real close."
"But she's got a husband," he said. "I don't touch the married ones. Funny, she doesn't act very married." "I'll tell you about it," she said. "Later…"
By ten o'clock that night they were in Ms apartment. They'd had dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Janni was glowing, full of good food and wine. She wore a dress, which she didn't often do; it was even modestly cut. But underneath was only her pantyhose, very black and sheer, and heels, natch.
He poured more wine and they sat on the sofa in his living room. It was not elaborate, but it had been cleaned very recently. A woman's touch here and there. A stud like him didn't have to look far for a live-in.
She slid in close at his left. Her skirt slithered back, and she didn't bother to straighten it. She had already used his John and found that her pussy was wet, slightly puffed. His arm went across her shoulders; he breathed in her hair.
"Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured. "Every man in Sardi's wanted to get his hands on you, Janni."
"Well, I want your hands on me," she whispered.
He trembled, his left arm tightened, went down to her waist, and she half turned, her mouth waiting. As their mouths met, his right hand came up to her titties. He seemed hesitant with his tongue, so she stroked hers into his mouth. Ohhh, he felt terrific! Her frock had an opener in front, and he negotiated it with skill, his warm and strong hand sliding inside on her bare flesh. She opened her lips farther, and his tongue drove in. He was good with her tits, and she tried not to compare him with Matt.
She whined. Her left hand went to his cock bulge, and she caressed it with trembling fingers. He had it, lots of it! She felt his young strength. No wonder! He was about half Matt's age. When he finally lifted her titties out, they stopped kissing and both looked at her boobs.
"Man, oh man!" he breathed, tweaking her rosy hard nipples.
"Love it!" she giggled. She pressed his swollen lump and opened her thighs. Her skirt went back to her crotch.
"You still look about nineteen," he chuckled. His play hand dropped to her thighs, and he began to work in toward her pussy. Oh, her clit was standing up hard.
"Well, don't guys your age like that young stuff?"
"You fox!" he murmured. His hand touched her cunt mound, his head came down to her titties, and his lips closed around a nipple. Just what she needed, lots of nice handiwork on her bod, his mouth on her boobs-and later, maybe on her cunt!
Poor Lauren! Janni had called her before Steve had picked her up, and of course Janni had bragged a little. Lauren remembered seeing Steve in the drugstore. She had evidently flirted with him. He'd said Lauren hadn't acted 'very married.' That certainly hadn't bothered Matt. She had to stop thinking about her sister and concentrate on her new boyfriend. So what if Lauren did find out who Matt really was-she couldn't afford him. He was too old. Something spineless and shallow about him.
Now Janni felt an ebbing of her passion! Oh, that just wouldn't do, at all. Oh, she did like Steve, she needed a good fucking, but why couldn't she turn on the way she had with Matt and Lauren? Well, first time in bed might be tentative, even with a real handsome guy. She was determined to be a good piece! Men like him didn't show up every day.
She opened her thighs, arched her titties out, and hunched up against his hand. He shivered, moving his mouth to her other nipple. His cock was very hard now, and she reached for his zipper.
Steve was not used to such boldness. It excited him in a way he hadn't known for a long time. He sensed that maybe she was trying a little too hard, but much better this way than sitting there limp, wanting him to do all the work.
"In the bedroom?" he murmured as her fingers crawled in on his briefs.
"I thought you'd never ask!" she sighed. "That's a neat big cock, honey!"
He shuddered. She had the words up front, too. He stood, his prick sliding up along his belly, and she leaped to her feet. He steered her into his apartment. He'd had his regular cleaning woman in that afternoon. He was going to let in just the light from the living room, but she found a lamp and turned it on.
Giggling, posing in front of his dresser with the mirror, she removed the dress. Thin bikini panties, lace-trimmed black. She stood in those and her heels, rocking her butt, legs apart. Sonofabitch! He hadn't had a strip show with a cunt for many a moon.
Grinning, he was soon naked. She stared at his high-slanted cock, all nine inches of it, and her puffed lips made an!O' shape. Looking better all the time, man. He moved toward her. She uttered a little yelp and ducked away-but he caught her easily. He burned his hard-on against her belly and drove his tongue into her mouth. Damn!
Finally he had her spread out on the bed. She was still squirming, giggling, protesting weakly, until he got a finger in her pussy, her panties slipped down, and her moan of delight, her slow uphunch, told him what he wanted to know.
In seconds her wet-crotched panties were on the floor and her mouth glued to his again, while he fingered her pussy. He liked to hand-come his dates if they were willing, and almost to a girl they loved it. Her hand was going after his prick in a very starved manner, and in a very knowing motion.
Girls who hadn't read a book on foreplay just weren't in it, and besides it was fun. She was acting some of it, but her cunt was wet, and it would be about right around his meat. Her clit stood up there good. He teased around it and she moved her tongue faster. He kept it going, she whined and tensed. She tipped her hips higher, he cozied her little clit faster, faster-and she went off. He drove
his finger deep. Her mouth jerked free, and she cried out, her pretty face twisting. Her hips bucked. Gooood sign. Some just didn't move their ass when they had their pops.
"Ohh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, finishing, her fingers tight around his cock.
"Fine, fine!" he murmured, pumping his finger in and out, feeling the little after-twitches of her box. Hmmmmm.
"You're so neat with my pussy, honey 1" she gurgled.
"I hope you want to come back for more," he murmured, sliding over between her long, beautiful shanks.
"Natch!" she gushed, her thighs angling back. She reached down and guided his cock to her up-curved box. It went in slowly, and her eyes closed, her face went taut. "Damn!" he said, his prick tensing. "Ohhhh, Jeeeeese!"she whispered.
Carefully he began to fuck her. Years ago he had learned the basics of fucking by eavesdropping on a middle-aged couple who lived next door to the family home in Cody. It was all audio, but he didn't need to see; the bed squeaks told everything. He had trouble believing that a man and woman could go at it that long.
They always fucked at least half an hour before old John broke his load. His wife got three or four during the fuck and then yelled out when he went off. By that time he had usually jacked out two or three shots. He couldn't wait that fucking long.
He still hadn't mastered the art the way John had, two or three pokes, then a long pause, but he was doing better. John had been damn near sixty. His wife had been at least fifteen years younger. Steve figured he had a lot of years left to learn how to hold back and let the girl go off several times.
Of course, he still could shoot at least twice an evening, sometimes three loads. Depended on the cunt and how she went for his cock. Already he could tell this was going to be a ten-minute fuck. She was new and fresh and young, and he hadn't gotten off in a pussy in quite a while.
He realized suddenly that she was starting to fake it. Her rosy nipples softened; her expression, though pleasant, was not twisted with passion, and her cunt was not as wet as it had been earlier. Shit. He'd run into this before-a good looker going through the motions, rather easy to play to a climax, but poor in bed.
No wonder, though. Girls grew up masturbating, like boys. The sex center was the clit, the cunt was just there so the man could jack off in it. All her beauty and foxiness and most of it was a sham. Well, he'd bury a big load in it, maybe another one, and take her home. At least he was fucking a ten, and that pleased his ego.
"I flunked," Janni said to her sister. It was Thursday evening, and Lauren had dropped over to Janni"s apartment. "Well, he did fuck you. Or so you said," Lauren answered dryly. "What did you expect on the first date?"
"I made it on his hand, but not his prick!" Janni sighed. "I wish you'd been there-"
"He sounds pretty square," Lauren said. "You think he would go for two pussies?"
"He knows we're sisters. Jeeeese! I could ask, but I don't think he'll call me anymore. Nice big cock and it was real fun till he got it in me. It didn't hurt, or anything-but I jusf turned off. Oh, it was awful!"
"Maybe we ought to go to a shrink," Lauren said. "We shouldn't have fucked. I keep thinking about it, and I want some of it right now!"
"I had one before I went to work this morning, but it wasn't very good," Janni admitted. "Here we are, hung up on an old gigolo-and I bet we never^see him again, either!"
"Forget that old bastard!" Lauren exclaimed. She slid closer to her sister on the sofa. "I do need a fuck real bad, honey. We come so damn good together!"
Jannni shivered. Ever since her sexy sister had wiggled into the apartment, all gussied up in fashion pants, heels and a revealing shirt opened down past her tits, Janni had started feeling the urge, too. They couldn't lie to each other. Every nuance of emotion showed.
"Okay, let's get in on the bed," Janni sighed. "I'm just as wet as you are." At the bedroom doorway they met face to face, and their bodies and mouths and tits flamed together. They both were shaking with excitement and lust.
This has been waiting to happen since we were just kids! Lauren thought. God! We don't need a man, really. Last night I had three on my fingers, and I dreamed about Janni every time I went off! It's wrong, but we can't help it.
They stood apart and began flinging clothes, both breathing unevenly. Naked, they ran to Janni's bed and tumbled across it, Janni on top, her sweet hot cunt jammed into Lauren's upraised cunt. Every clinging kiss, every touch, was sheer sex magic.
Matt had brought them together, but they sure didn't need him anymore! Oh, their cunts were made for each other. If they ever did find a man, it would have to be a double-up on him. Lauren had already made up her mind to divorce Jed. She was going to move in here with Janni. From now on they'd be a team. Lauren knew, with her looks and talent, she could find work in no time.
"Ohhh, honey!" Janni panted, jiggling her hips faster.
"Bring it, sweet!" Lauren cried. "Fuck me hard!"
"Ohhh, Jeeeese-ohhhh!" Janni panted. "It's coming, ohhh, it's coming real goooood!" With her legs far back, her crotch angled high, their cunts were squishing and grinding together as Lauren felt the achy stings of her lust tear through her loins and throb from her clit! Ohhh, her cunt mouth tightened in luscious spasms and she felt her sister's cunt answering.
They squealed in unison. Lauren missed the thrusting hardness inside her vagina, but she would not miss it for long. She had brought several 'personal' vibrators from the drugstore display. They would have the kind of party both had dreamed about since their early teens… together, always together…
Steve Lang was about to hang up when Janni finally answered. She sounded breathless. "Steve here," he said. "Oh,"she answered, almost cool.
"I'd like to take you out again, if you'd like," he said weakly.
"It wasn't very good for you, was it?" she said. "When you got your cock in me, I fizzled."
He blushed, even though no one could see it. She was hurt, angry. He blurted, "Hell, you're a terrific girl, Janni-"
"Well, you can come over to see me right now, stud," she giggled. "I'm all turned on, my pussy's slick, I just'got off. You'd have to fuck my sister, too. We could have a real party!"
He sat in shock for a few seconds. "You must be drunk."
"Drunk on sex!" she laughed, her voice still strange. "Well, are you coming over? Remember, my sister's used to taking cock. She could really skin it for you!"
"Forget it!" he snarled, and dropped the receiver. Had she really just made it with her own sister? Southern California freaks. Fucking for him was a one-on-one thing. He didn't see how he could handle two incestuous siblings.
Or maybe she was laughing at him, making up the whole thing. It didn't matter, he was through with that cunt. First time his back was turned she'd be making it with some other girl. Disgusting! Pussy was made for prick.