Peg was keeping up her masturbation – in fact, she was doing it more than ever and with kinkier overtones.
Added to the cucumber she had already used as a dildo were several perfume bottles that were shaped, however approximately, like a stiff prick. And she'd sent away for a battery powered vibrating dildo.
Peg had also used her douche kit for masturbatory purposes. She would fill her cunt with water and hold it in by clamping her hand over her gash. Then, with the water stretching the lining of her cuntal chamber, she would rub her clit until she came.
One day, about a week after Ben had come home, Peg was lying in bed jerking off. She had a finger up her cunt, another up her ass, and with a finger of her other hand she was tickling her clit.
Just as she began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm the phone rang.
Peg tried to ignore the ringing. But there was something about a ringing telephone that demanded an answer. Besides, it might be someone offering to relieve her sexual desperation.
"Hi, Peg," the voice on the phone said. "It's Joan."
Still shaking with barely contained lust, Peg was glad she had answered the phone. Joan was her younger sister who lived out of town.
"Where are you?" Peg asked.
"About five minutes away," Joan said. "I'm an my way to San Francisco and I'm passing through town."
"Well, come on over," Peg said.
Joan said she would be there in a few minutes. Peg ran to her room and finished jerking off. She stood in front of her mirror and watched herself rubbing her clit. As soon as she stopped shaking with her climax, Peg got dressed and began looking out the window for her sister.
Soon, a red sports car came cruising up the street. It stopped in front of the house and Joan climbed out.
Peg was glad to see her sister. They hadn't been together for over a year. But Peg knew what her sister would be the same as ever.
Since they were little girls, Joan has been the wilder one. She had been a torn boy until she got old enough to interest the young boys in the neighborhood. Then she had become the hottest chick in town.
Even though Peg was two years older, John had been fucking before Peg even considered it. It had been Joan who convinced Peg to finally give up her virginity.
And now, even though Peg didn't admit it to herself, she hoped that Joan would be able to give her some advice on her present sexual appetite.
The sisters met in the doorway with hugs and kisses.
"You look great," Joan said.
"So do you, Joan," Peg said. "You look better than ever."
Although Peg was gorgeous, Joan was even more beautiful. Joan liked to show off her beauty. She was wearing a transparent blouse. Her nipples showed darkly, but unmistakably, through it. Her ass was tightly wrapped in her skirt. Its crack could be seen where the fabric was, stretched taut between her firm asscheeks.
The women went into the house. Joan told her sister about her new job and how it required her to travel a lot.
When it was Peg's turn to talk, she told about Jim and Ben. She told her sister how Ben had been expelled from boarding school.
"Sounds like he's off to a good start," Joan said. "And Jim sounds like a real dream."
"Oh, he's nice enough," Peg said. "But – well – I don't know. Somehow he doesn't satisfy me."
"You mean in bed?" Joan asked.
"Exactly," Peg said. She paused, then added, "But nothing seems to satisfy me lately. Gee, Joan, I've been hornier than I've been since I was a teenager."
"I know what you mean," Joan said. "The same thing happened to me a few years ago."
"Really? What did you do about it?"
"I fucked myself silly," Joan said. "It didn't help, but it kept my mind off my horniness. I even fucked a whole troop of boy scouts."
"Yeah, I could use a troop of boy scouts myself," Peg said. "But where do you find them when you need them?"
Joan laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "It'll pass. It's just something that us women have to put up with every now and then."
Peg felt better.
Joan said she could stay for a few days, so they carried in her luggage and made up the guestroom.
"I know Ben will be glad to see you," Peg said.
"Gee, I haven't seen Ben in years," Joan said. "He was always away at school when I came here. I'll bet he's a big boy now."
"He's a man," Peg said. "And a handsome man at that. Oh, Joan, I've even been fantasizing about seducing him."
"Why don't you?" Joan said. "You wouldn't be the first mother to fuck her son."
"Joan, you don't mean that!" Peg said.
As they talked, Joan was changing her clothes. Peg had been so horny lately that she didn't even find it strange that the sight of her sister's naked body was turning her on. And with the conversation about fucking Ben, Peg was beginning to feel that familiar hunger welling up in her.
"Remember Tommy Clark?" Joan asked as she stripped off her panty hose.
Peg said that she did remember him. He was a friend of their family's when they were in high school. Peg could picture Tommy even as she stared at her sister's fuzzy cunt.
"Well he and his mother were getting it on," Joan said.
"How do you know?" Peg asked.
"He told me one night while we were fucking," Joan said.
Peg was surprised to hear that her sister had fucked Tommy. But the news about Tommy and his mother was even more interesting. Joan had never ceased to surprise Peg. She seemed to be in on all sorts of secrets. And she'd fucked an awful lot of guys.
"Sometimes I think that's what I need," Peg said quietly. "Just fucking and jerking off doesn't seem to help. I need something different. Something very bizarre."
Joan had stood up and stretched, her flawless skin shining. Her tits weren't as big as Peg's, but they were firmer. Joan was thinner, too, and her cunt was covered with golden hair to match the hair that cascaded down her shoulders.
Peg didn't know what was turning her on more – her sister's naked body or the talk about fucking Ben. But in any case, her cunt was seeping hot juice into her panties.
"I think I'll take a shower," Joan said. "I've been driving all day and I'm sticky."
"Joan, you're so beautiful," Peg said in rapture.
Joan looked at her sister. Suddenly, Peg realized that she was staring brazenly at Joan's cunt. She looked up at Joan's face arid found Joan looking at her.
Peg was embarrassed. Now there was no doubt that the sight of her sister's body was turning her on. But the look on Joan's face when she caught Peg staring at her cunt wasn't the least bit embarrassed. In fact, Peg thought, her sister seemed… But that was ridiculous.
Peg somehow got the impression that Joan would be willing to let her enjoy the spectacular body she had been staring at. Peg thought it must just be her horny state that made her see her sister's expression that way. She was taken aback by the next thing Joan said.
"Do you want to take a shower with me?" Joan asked. "Remember how we used to take showers together when we were young?"
Peg did remember those days very well. She especially remembered one time they took a shower together. Peg had been about fifteen, Joan about thirteen. Joan had a trace of fuzz on her cunt and her tits were just beginning to bloom.
That day, Peg had told her sister about jerking off. Then, as they lay in bed in the room they shared, Joan asked Peg to show her how she did it.
Peg remembered how she had thrown her covers oft spread her legs and inserted her finger over her cunt while her sister watched. After the first time Joan had watched Peg jerking oft she had tried it. Peg showed her where to put her finger and how to rub the tiny love bud. Peg had been treated to the sight of her sister's first orgasm. She still remembered the sight as though it were yesterday.
"Okay," Peg said to the invitation. "It'll be fun."
Peg began to strip. She was thinking how they would jerk off after taking showers together when they were kids. Would Joan want to repeat that part of the fun, too? Peg wondered.
When Peg was as naked as her sister, she noticed that the odor of her oozing juice. Joan would notice the smell, Peg knew. But she was glad. She wanted Joan to know how hot she was.
As they went into the bathroom, Peg realized that Joan was looking at her with as much interest as she had looked at Joan.
Peg turned on the water, then got into the shower. Joan followed her. It was crowded in the shower and they bumped into each other as they scrubbed.
"Somehow it seems that showers were larger when we were young," Peg said.
Joan just smiled at her sister.
Elbows bumped tits, and asses bounced together. And each time their soapy bodies collided, Peg felt a longing to take her sister in a tight embrace.
When they finally stepped out of the shower Peg was going wild, but she tried to seem calm. For as much as she wanted to take Joan into her anus, she knew that she never would have the nerve. But the thought that Joan might merely dress and end the excitement was painful. Peg forced her self to try getting Joan interested in a kinky game.
"Remember how we would watch each other rub ourselves off after taking a shower when we were kids?" Peg asked.
"I sure do," Joan said. "I remember the first time we did it. You showed me how."
"Yeah, I think about that a lot," Peg said.
"Hey, do you want to do it again? Watch each other jerk off, I mean," Joan said.
Peg was thrilled. And she was relieved. She had been afraid that Joan wasn't thinking in the same kinky terms as she.
Peg noticed the odor of a hot, wet cunt again. This time she didn't think it was only her twat that was giving off that telltale aroma.
"It'll be fun," Peg said. "Let's do it in my room just like we used to."
Peg saw Joan smiling with the same cute devilishness that she used years ago.
The naked sisters scurried to Peg's room. Peg was out of her mind with excitement. Who knows, she thought, this might be just what I need?
The girls climbed on the bed. Peg put a few pillows against the footboard and leaned back. Joan did the same thing at the head of the bed. They looked into each other's cunts. Peg remembered how Joan had wing-like inner-lips. She had always admired Joan's twat even though Joan said that she liked Peg's more.
Joan was slouched low. With one hand she reached beneath a thigh and spread her cunt. The lips parted, and Peg could look right into the deep, dark tunnel. Then Joan put her other hand over the top of her mound with her middle finger dipping into the top of her gash.
Peg copied her sister's position. She found that looking into a cunt other than hers was more thrilling than she'd ever imagined. Both women began wiggling their middle fingers over theft clit.
"This is fun," Joan said. "And it sure beats jerking off alone."
"Do you jerk off a lot?" Peg asked.
"Sure," Joan said. "A couple of times a week I guess. I get fucked a lot, but jerking off is something else. I'll never quit."
They continued rubbing their clits. Soon their bodies were rocking from side to side and shaking. Their tits wobbled, Peg's bigger, looser tits moving slower than Joan's smaller, firmer jugs.
"You look so beautiful," Joan said to Peg.
Peg knew that her face showed signs of her bliss. She had to admit that Joan was a picture of perverted beauty, too. But the more Peg watched her sister writhing with pleasure, the more she wanted to hold her in a tight embrace. She wanted to feel Joan's tits pressing against hers. And although watching was fabulously exciting, it simply wasn't enough.
They had never touched each other when they jerked off as kids. Peg couldn't expect Joan to suggest that they do anything but watch each other now. It was up to Peg.
Ordinarily, she would be too shy to suggest something as weird as a lesbian fling with her sister. But now that she had been out of her mind with horny greed for weeks, she found the nerve. She began to climb to her knees. With her hand still at her cunt, she began to move toward her sister.
"Joan," she gasped. "Oh, Joan, I can't help myself. I need to feel you against me!"
Peg saw Joan reach out to her. Then she threw herself into the waiting arms. Suddenly, their mouths were pressing together. Theft tongues were lashing each other. Their tits touched, nipple to nipple. Then as they brought their bodies closer together, their tits crushed in a heap of softness.
"Let me do you," Joan whispered.
Peg didn't know what she meant until she felt Joan's hand creeping along her thigh toward her cunt. Then Peg took her hand from her cunt and reached for Joan's. Soon they were tickling each other's cunts. If watching each other jerking off was exciting, this was a thousand times better.
"Oh, God!" Peg sighed into her sister's mouth. "Joan, this is wonderful!"
"Yeah, we should have done this long ago."
With their fingers in each other's cunts, the girls no longer limited themselves to their cunts. Rather, they explored each other's deep caves and the ridges of their inner-lips.
Joan had a particularly exciting way of handling a cunt, and Peg was soon panting with lust. She tried to imitate Joan's finger movements, and soon Joan was crying out in rapture.
They sent their tongues into each other's mouth. Joan managed to get her free hand around one of Peg's tits. Peg knew that no one else had ever held her tit like her sister was holding it now. Peg wanted to grab one of Joan's tits, but in the position they were in that was impossible. Peg soon forgot about it, for something else was capturing her imagination. And the more she thought about it, the stronger she longed for it. Soon she was beyond control.
Peg began sliding down her sister's body. Joan's hand was pulled from her cunt as she dragged it out of reach. But Peg didn't mind. She was after the real goods. She was already kissing her way down the centerline of Joan's belly.
"Oh, Peg!" Joan gasped when she realized what her sister was after. "Ahhhhh, baby!"
Joan spread her legs wider as Peg moved between them. Peg's face was already at her hairy triangle, kissing and burrowing in the curls.
Then Peg's tongue was in her sister's cunt. She was licking it clumsily but hungrily.
"Ohhhhhhh, Peg!" Joan gasped. "Baby, I love it!"
Peg found cunt-lapping more fun than anything she'd done in a long time. The flavor that she had often licked from her fingers seemed so much better directly from the source.
At first, she merely thrashed her tongue around in Joan's pussy. But she soon became more controlled. She was learning fast. Although she was in a wild frenzy, she moved her tongue in a way that would have the maximum effect on Joan. She shoved her tongue up her sister's twat, wiggling it lazily. Then she fluttered the tip over Joan's cunt.
"Oooooooooo," Joan howled in devastated passion.
Peg reached up and grabbed her sister's tits. She found that it was a thrill to hold tits other than her own, but her brain was reeling from the cunt lapping she was giving, and the tits were merely a sidelight.
Joan began to heave her hips.
Looking up over her sister's belly, Peg saw the incredible sight of Joan in the grip of an orgasm. Joan had clamped her hands over Peg's which were still on her tits. Her face was screwed up in a beautiful expression of passion.
"Eeeeeeee!" Joan squealed. "Ahhhhhhh! I'm coming!"
Peg never dreamed that she would have her tongue in the cunt of an orgasming woman. With her sister crying in bliss, she kept her tongue fluttering over her cunt.
"EEEEEEEEEE!" Joan screamed.
Finally, Joan wiggled away from Peg's tongue. And Peg lifted her wet face, smiling at her devastated sister.
"Oh, Peg!" Joan gasped. "You did that better than any man ever has!"
Peg moved beside her sister again. She hoped that Joan would want to eat her cunt too but she wouldn't ask.
"I suppose I should do the same for you," Joan said.
"Only if you want to," Peg said.
"I do, Peg. But I've never done it before."
"Neither had I until now," Peg said.
Without saying more, Joan descended down her body. Peg thought about what they were doing. She realized that suddenly she had become a lesbian, and an incestuous lesbian at that. But she wasn't sorry. In fact, as she watched Joan getting comfortable between her spread legs, Peg was filled with glorious ecstasy – and Joan hadn't even touched her cunt yet.
Peg liked seeing her sister, usually so confident and wild, approaching her cunt with trepidation. She felt Joan's fingers on her pussy. The lips were being spread, and Peg could almost feel her sister's gaze on the tender interior of her cunt.
Peg could see Joan's face as it was poised above her cunt. Joan was looking at the slit before her, licking her lips in preparation of licking her sister's pussy. Then, slowly, Joan's face neared Peg's cunt. Peg's body stiffened as she felt Joan's tongue enter her cunt. Just as Peg had done minutes before, Joan was now probing gingerly, hesitantly.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Peg moaned in encouragement.
Joan began licking her sister's gash with more relish. Peg saw Joan's eyes closed as she began reaching farther into the cunt with an increasingly lively tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, Joan," Peg moaned. "Ummmmmm, you do this so beautifully."
Joan opened her eyes and looked up at Peg. Then her eyes closed again. Her tongue was reaching high up Peg's tunnel and exploring every crease and crevice. Now Peg's eyes closed as she enjoyed the great sensations of sexual thrill. Lifting her legs, she thrust her pussy out farther over Joan's face. Joan met her outstretched cunt.
Now Joan was wrapping her arms around her sister's thighs and pressing the entire lower-half of her face into Peg's cunt. She was using her tongue with more vigor than Peg had, and Peg was writhing with the resulting ecstasy.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, God!" Peg cried. "Joan, I'm going to come!"
Joan sent her tongue up Peg's grasping cave.
"Lick my clit!" Peg hollered in desperation. "Yeahhhhhhh!"
Joan kept her tongue working on Peg's clit until Peg pushed her head away. Soon the satisfied sisters were in each other's arms again, licking their cunt juice from each other's mouths.
"I can taste my cunt on your mouth," Joan said. "It's good."
"I can taste mine on your mouth too," Peg agreed. "But I liked tasting your juice right from your cunt."
"I never thought eating a pussy could be so exciting," Joan said. "No wonder men like doing it so much."
"I'll never forget this," Peg said.
And Peg was thinking that now she had crossed a line of perversion that she could never re-cross.
She was a pervert, and could never be anything else. But she liked being in that category. It seemed to open up new horizons. She was already dreaming of her next perverted exploit, and Ben would be a part of it.