Monica reached down between her legs and scratched again. She felt as if she were scratching her cunt raw. It itched terribly now. Just the way it had shortly after Bruce had been born, when the hair started growing back again.
She lifted the minidress she was wearing and pushed down the front of her yellow bikini panties and looked at her cunt. The mound was red and splotchy.
She ran her hand under her crotch, moving the fingertips gently over her sore cuntlips and could feel the cactus-like prickle of stubble there.
Hell! Only four days, and she needed to shave again! She must have been out of her mind to let Vicky talk her into shaving off her pretty teak-gold pussy patch!
One thing was sure. Nobody was going to want to put his tender tongue and lips up against that prickly pair of cunt flaps. Gil wouldn't even want to run his big dick through that bramble patch.
She didn't know what to do. Walking around the house, even, was a form of mild torture. She didn't want to go through the bother of keeping herself shaved. Yet, Vicky would be displeased if she let it grow back again.
She let her panties gingerly back into place and glanced at herself in the mirror and sighed. Maybe after Gil got back and Vicky left, then God, it was just like old times. Vicky was running her again. Vicky had shaved her. This wasn't even her own mini she was wearing, but Vicky's.
Vicky had wanted to switch clothes with her Monica didn't know who they were going to fool today with the old game of look-alike, so it had seemed a harmless thing to agree to.
Except that giving in to Vicky was never really harmless.
Monica heard the kitchen doorbell ring. She looked up and listened again, thinking she was imagining it. She hadn't heard it ring in ages. Not even Bruce's friends came to the kitchen door any more.
She made a move to answer it, remembered that Vicky had gone out and probably wasn't back yet.
She went through the house. It didn't ring again, arid that made her curious. She looked at the old swinging door between the kitchen and the dining room and saw that it was closed, and she became even more curious.
The old door never came to rest in a closed position. It angled into the kitchen an inch or two and got in the way. It had a catching point that made it an annoyance to use, and Monica had left it cocked open and out of the way for years.
But now somebody had swung it shut. And if Vicky wasn't home yet, then – who?
Her pulse quickened suddenly, and she stopped and stared at the mysteriously closed door. She could see through the crack into the kitchen. A shadowy movement crossed the crack and frightened her even more. With Gil gone… anybody could watch the house and know that Gil was gone and that Bruce was still in school.
She turned her head and looked at the telephone, and thoughts of calling the police jumped through her mind. And then she heard a laugh.
A tinkling sound, oddly sensuous at the same time. Vicky's laugh. She was home!
Monica started toward the door again and stopped once more when she heard a male voice, husky and urgent.
More puzzled than ever, she went silently to the crack and peered through it. She gasped with shock and lust at the same time.
Vicky was in the kitchen, all right. And so was a delivery boy from the grocery store. There was a box of groceries on the counter. They were right next to the delivery boy, who was sitting on the counter with his legs apart and Vicky between them and his stiff, throbbing prick jutting up into her sliding hand.
Monica gasped again and felt her cunt squirm and twitch. She watched Vicky masturbate the boy, who was about nineteen. He licked his lips and leaned his head back against the cupboard door and stared with eyes that were wide and full of wonder at this stroke of luck.
"God, Mrs. Evans," he breathed huskily, letting out a moan.
"What, Jim? Do you want me to stop playing with your prick? Are you going to tell me that you've got to hurry along and make other deliveries?"
"God, no!" he gasped, staring at her braless tits. "It's just that – well, it was a surprise and all to get your new account at the store and then… and now…"
"And now to find me being much more friendly than you thought I would be?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
"This isn't all just for your pleasure, you know, Jim."
He grinned crookedly. "What do you mean, Mrs. Evans?"
"Please, Jim – I think you can call me Monica, don't you? Considering all the deliveries you're going to be bringing me while my husband's gone."
"He's gone?" he gasped, lifting his hips, sliding his prick up into her hand again. He made a tentative reach for her tit and cupped it when she didn't seem to object.
"Gone," Vicky whispered. "For a whole month at a time. I'm a young woman, Jim. I need to be fucked. I can't go a month at a time without being fucked. You do know how to fuck a woman's cunt with this big strong youthful prick of yours, don't you?"
"You'd better believe it, Mrs. – Monica," he gasped.
"What else can you do with it?"
"You just name it, baby."
Vicky gave him a dark, quick look. She reached into his pants and cupped his balls and squeezed until he started gasping – not with pleasure this time.
"Hey! Hey!" he squeaked softly, trying to back away. There wasn't anywhere for him to go.
"Don't call me baby," Vicky said. "Don't call me anything but what I tell you to. And don't try doing anything to me but what I tell you to, either, or we aren't going to get along together very well at all, Jim."
"Sure-sure, Monica," he gasped tightly.
She released the pressure on his balls. His face was sweaty. He shook his head and let out a puff of breath and sagged back into a normal position again.
Vicky smiled sweetly at him and began stroking his cock to its former hardness. "That's much better, Jim," she said. She licked her soft lips and bent slowly over his lap, flicking her tongue from her mouth toward his prick.
Monica watched it all and listened to it all. Her ears burned. Her heart pounded. She couldn't believe it. Vicky was passing herself off as Monica Evans to him! And she'd even – God, now it was clear where she'd gone today!
For a haircut!
Monica stared at her sister. The mirror image was complete now. Anybody looking into the kitchen right now would believe fully that the woman opened her mouth for the delivery boy's prick was Monica. It looked like her. She was wearing her dress. She was using her name.
Emotions tumbled through Monica. Damn Vicky and her games! Now, every time the delivery boy came, he would try to fuck her!
Monica had the urge to burst into the kitchen and put it all right and stop Vicky at once. But then she thought of what a frustrated delivery boy might say to anyone who would listen, as opposed to a satisfied one who would keep silent and not mess up a good thing.
She heard him gasp again. His fingers curled around the edge of the counter, and his head tipped back with passion.
Monica watched her sister's full, red lips slide down over his thrusting prick and suck back up again, and her cunt throbbed with lust, despite the itching of her stubble of pussy hairs.
When Vicky's fingers reached into the gap of his pants and cupped his balls and drew them out and toyed with them, gently this time, Monica reached under the short hem of the mini and cupped her squirming cunt.
She glued her eye to the cracked-open door and watched breathlessly, because it was like watching herself do it – like watching a movie of herself sucking on that big, stiff, throbbing prick.
Vicky moaned with pleasure and sucked her mouth down over the hard shaft again. She twisted her head around the cock, made wet sounds, then screwed her compressed lips back up it.
"Ah! Ah!" Jim croaked. "God, what a cocksucker!"
"Mmm," Vicky moaned.
Her tongue slurped out and licked around the crimson head, and then she sucked the velvety, slippery glans back into her mouth like a big grape.
Jim twisted his hips and moved his ass on the counter. His knees squeezed against Vicky's sides more strongly. He put one hand on the back of her head until she brushed it away, and then he fondled both her full, firm tits, reaching inside the top of the blouse to get at them.
Vicky slipped her mouth from his cock a moment. "Unbutton my blouse!" she gasped. "Take my tits out, and I'll let you fuck them!"
"Ohhhh, you'd better hurry, Monica! You'd better stop sucking my prick like that if you want me to fuck them and then your cunt too!"
"You mean you can't hold it?" Vicky questioned. "Christ! What's the matter with kids these days! When will they be men enough to hold their jism in their balls!"
"I-I can hold it, Monica," Jim gasped, his face red and filled with lust. "Anyway, if I don't… well, I'm good for more than one! My cock won't go soft on you, I promise!"
Vicky pushed her chest toward him. He fumbled with her buttons. She finally had to undo them herself. Her tits spilled free, jutting forward, the nipples big and full and stiff.
She licked at his prick again, her tongue lapping up the bottom side of the shaft and twirling around the swollen tip. Jim bucked and groaned and pulled her tits, thumbing the nipples stiff and rubbery.
"Suck my tits!" Vicky moaned, standing erect.
Jim was eager. He seemed to be over the shock of the unexpected fuck. He cupped her tit and dipped his head and drew the end of it deeply between his lips, flicking the nipple with his darting tongue.
"Ohhhh, that's good," Vicky moaned. "That's good for a kid. I hope you can suck my cunt as well as you're sucking my tits!"
"Yes, yes!" Jim groaned.
His cock throbbed heatedly, standing stiffly between them. Vicky wrapped her arm around his hips. She held his flaming shaft with her other hand and jacked it off some more and pushed her tit deeper into his mouth, swinging her hips and ass with growing passion as she did.
Monica felt the dampness soaking through her panties into her pussy-cupping palm. She sucked in her breath and thrust her hand inside her panties and hardly felt the itchiness any more. She slid the tip of her finger up and down her sensitive gap and rolled her clit to straining stiffness and watched for all she was worth.
Vicky turned slightly when she pushed Jim's head from her tits. The whole area between the thrusting cones was wet and shiny from his licking and mouthing.
She cupped her tits in her hands. She aimed them at him. She shivered slightly and lowered her chest.
"Fuck my tits with that big prick!" she gasped.
Jim angled his cock. Vicky wrapped her fleshy tits around the solid meat and pushed inward with her hands. Then she made her cones work up and down the hard cock while she dipped and rose slightly.
"Ahhhh!" Jim moaned. "God, that's great!"
"Haven't you ever fucked tits before?"
"No! Man, wait'll Mavis hears about this! She's got big soft bags, and she loves to have me suck on them and play with them. This'll blow her mind!"
"Look," Vicky said heatedly, glancing down.
"Watch your cock nose out between them!"
"Yeah! Man! Ohhh, Christ…" he gasped suddenly.
His face went slack. His hips bucked. His prick throbbed wildly between the firm cones wrapped so silkily around his shaft.
Vicky looked at him. "Hold it!" she cried. "Don't come between my tits! Jim, you hold it!"
"I – ohhhh, I can't!"
"Don't waste it!"
"I'm coming! Christ, I'm coming! God, am I coming! Right between your tits! All over your chest! Yaaagh!"
His balls pumped. Jism hosed up out of the crack between her compressed tits. It flowed over her chest and neck and ran back down the slopes of her breasts. It clung to the rubbery, red nipples before sliding off them and falling into his lap in sticky wads.
"Ohhh, Christ!" he gasped again. He looked sheepish and a little frightened of what she would say. "I'm sorry, Monica. I couldn't hold it!"
Vicky took her tits away. She looked down at the mess on her chest. Monica looked at it too, glistening there, shiny and white and lewd. Her hand swirled over her cunt and made quick heat shoot through her body in pulses of fire.
"What a mess," Vicky said.
Her voice was strange. It was a remark of irritation, but she didn't look or sound irritated at all. She put her hands over her tits and rubbed them around.
They slid over the slippery, cum-coated surfaces. She massaged her tits and chest as if rubbing rich cream into her skin. She tipped her head back slightly and moaned, and Jim stared with awe, his prick as good as his word. It throbbed stiffly, without the slightest sign of wilt.
"Get down from there, Jim," she said heatedly.
He slid to the floor quickly, eager to do whatever she ordered him to. His prick jutted toward her. Vicky looked down at it. She went against him, shoving her wet tits against his shirt front. She lifted the hem of her skirt, and Monica saw her bald cunt open.
"Fuck that hard prick up my cunt, Jim!" Vicky gasped.
She stood on her tiptoes. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted one foot from the floor and made her cunt suck wide open. Jim reached around her and held her ass in his palms. He probed forward with his prick, and the wet head slid all over her naked twat until it snaked between her tight, puffy cuntlips and sank into her gaping, sucking hole.
"Oh, Christ!" he cried weakly, quivering.
"Don't you fade out on me now, damn it," Vicky warned.
"I won't! I won't!"
"Then fuck me! Fuck that big prick right up my hot cunt and make me come!"
"Yes! Yes!"
He jabbed forward. He pulled with his hands. His prick shot up her wet, slippery cunt hole, and they both moaned with bliss.
Monica's finger fucked up into her own drooling pussy. Her thumb rolled over her clit. Jim couldn't see Vicky's cunt because of the way the skirt was draped over their fucking organs, but Monica could see it clearly.
Better than that, she could nearly feel that hard prick up her own pussy. Watching Vicky being fucked was nearly like being fucked herself. She twirled her finger in her cunt to make the sensation even more real.
"Ahhhgh!" Jim cried breathily. "What a hot cunt! So wet! So – God, it's alive! It's sucking my prick all the way up it!"
"Mmmm, nice prick-stiff and throbbing," Vicky moaned, rolling her hips and ass.
She pumped slowly back and forth against his middle. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She pushed the points of her wet, cum-slippery tits against his chest.
She shook her ass quickly and then made slow, grinding fucking motions with her hips, sucking her cunt up and down his stretching, thudding prick.
"Monica, I…" Jim gasped.
Her eyes popped open. "Not again, damn it!"
"It'll stay stiff! I swear it will! God, you're the best, hottest fuck I've ever had, Monica! I can't help it!"
"Damn kid – be a man! Hold it!"
"Then stop sucking your pussy up and down my prick that way!" he whimpered. "Christ, I've never been fucked like that in my life! Mavis' pussy – it's just there, you know? Soft and wet and hot. You pump your prick in and out of it. It feels good, and you come up her. But yours…"
"Yes? What about my pussy? Tell me what my pussy's like to fuck, Jim. Tell me!"
She panted shallowly. She moved her thigh up and down, the side of his, looking as if he were a pole she was trying to shinny up. Her cunt mouth sucked in and pushed out around his throbbing shaft, and it made sharp wet sounds in the glossy-walled kitchen.
"It-it's like a sucking mouth!" he gasped. "It moves! It squeezes and sucks in, and the whole length of it milks my prick like a glove of oiled silk!"
The words and images burned through Monica's mind as she listened. That was something she'd never wondered about before – the difference in women's cunts.
She made her own cunt do what it normally did around Gil's big prick. She felt it all along her finger. It sucked and pulled and squeezed, and it was like a milking hand.
Even to that detail, she and Vicky were identical!
"Here, hold still," Vicky said. "Stop pumping."
Jim gasped and stopped, puffing hard, trying his best to hold his boiling balls in check.
"What… ohhh, what…" he gasped.
His face went through a play of emotions. His knees went rubbery, and he had to lean back against the counter for support, before he fell over.
"There. Do you feel that? What does that feel like, Jim?" Vicky asked breathlessly.
She was smiling. The lust and sultriness oozed from her features in that way she had.
"It feels… ahhhgh, I can't stand it! I'm gonna come! Shit! I can't hold it when you do that to my prick!" he wailed.
"If you come in my cunt, you're going to have to lick it, Jim!" she warned. "Because that's what I want you to do next – suck my pussy out, just the way you did my tits!" He gagged. His eyeballs rolled in his head. "Crap, I don't care!" he blurted. "I'm coming! God, you're drawing it right up outa my balls! Ah! Yaaagh!"
His pelvis tipped forward. He shoved his boiling prick all the way up into her cunt. He carried half her weight on his hips. He opened his mouth and yelled with a thin sound and blasted his load of cum up her cunt.
He shuddered violently, making Vicky's ass bounce in his pulling, kneading hands. He thrust up and forward so hard he skewered her body right up her middle on the thrusting lance of his prick.
"YAAAAGH!" he bellowed, full throated this time.
He weaved in the middle of it. He looked ready to collapse into a spastic heap, dragging her down with him. Only the propping counter saved him from crumpling to the floor.
Vicky wasn't making it any easier for him to retain control and balance. She shook and sucked at his prick with her trembling cunt, giving him everything.
Monica's cunt seethed as she watched. It pulsed and sucked around the finger embedded in it. She shoved a second finger in with the first. She wriggled the two of them and rolled her clit again and again with her thumb.
Pussy juice ran from her cunt walls and flooded down her fingers and out and puddled in her upturned palm. She whimpered and braced herself against the doorway and kept her eye glued to the crack even as she felt herself coming with Jim.
There was a difference between her and Vicky. If Jim's prick had really been blasting into her cunt like that, she wouldn't have been able to hold back her own orgasm.
There was no way.
She squealed thinly in the back of her throat and kept her lips tightly compressed so that the sound wouldn't come out, and she shuddered violently, coming hard.
Jim gasped and sagged. His head rolled on his neck a moment. Then he lifted it and opened hooded eyes.
"It-it's still stiff," he gasped weakly. "I can still fuck, Monica."
She looked at him. "Stiff, hell," she said.
She pulled back. Her cunt slipped from his cock. They both looked down at it. It bowed from the fly of his pants. The wet head nosed against the front of her skirt.
"It… it's gone limp," he said with dismay. "It's never done that before. I swear it hasn't, Monica! I can fuck Mavis all night long, and it never goes limp like that. My prick! What'd you do to my prick?"
"Never mind your damn prick," Vicky said. "What about my cunt? It's hot. It's wet. You've had yours, now – twice. It's my turn now, sonny, or you can tell your boss to send a man over with the groceries the next time."
"Yeah, yeah," he gasped. "Just wait. I'll have it hard again in a minute. Oh, boy, will I ever."
He gripped his slippery, wilted prick and jacked it quickly, his face full of determination. It made squishy sounds in his fingers, and juice foamed all over his knuckles.
Vicky watched him. The harder he tried, the limper his prick got.
"Forget your damn cock," she said. "I don't want to fuck it any more anyway. I want you to suck my cunt – eat it out. Fuck it with your tongue slithering around up inside there and make me come!"
She slapped his hand away from his prick. He looked at her. He choked.
"Aw, Monica…"
"You heard me, didn't you?"
"But it's – your cunt's full of cum now! You want me to stick my tongue in that?"
"Hard and fast, sonny," Vicky said.
She hopped up onto the counter. She pulled the skirt back over her tight, round ass and bunched it at her waist. Her tits thrust from her chest, the nipples dark red and hard.
She spread her thighs, open, twining her legs around his body and pulling him in against her.
"Look at that pretty cunt and eat it out, Jim," she said.
He didn't have to be told to look. His eyes were bulging from his head. Despite himself, he licked his lips with mounting lust. He reached out with the tip of his finger and touched the side of her juice-coated cuntlip, feeling the silky texture of her skin.
"It-it's bald!" he gasped.
Vicky smiled softly. He was trapped. She leaned back against the cupboard. She took her legs from around him. She hooked her heels onto the edge of the counter.
Her knees fell wide. Her cunt mouth sucked open with a loud, sticky smack. The pink tissues inside gleamed and shone. White droplets of jism coated them and oozed out from her cunt mouth as he stared.
Pussy juice came too, puddling at the little pocket at the bottom of her twat. Her clit stood out stiffly from the top of her cleft and throbbed.
"There," she breathed. "Eat my cunt!"
"God," he moaned shakily, licking his lips again. "Oh, God…"
He put his hands on her inner thighs. The thumbs reached for the split lips of her cunt. He moaned again and then bent over, nearing the wet mass of red, pulsing flesh.
"Ohhh, God…" he moaned again.