Dianne awoke with a start. She had been dreaming. It had been a long, delicious sex dream. In it, a beautiful young woman with a model-like figure had been going down on her; an improbably long and flexible tongue had been whipping around and around her quaking cunt. She had writhed in unbelievable pleasure as the rough tongue rasped against her outstretched clit.
Finally the oral prick dipped into her, gathering every bit of the honey that oozed from her palpitating cuntal walls. The mouth left her, and she hung for what seemed like forever in a warm cloud of horniness. Then she felt two breasts press against hers as a warm, wet pussy pound against her own. The other woman's upright clit entered her and moved. The cunt-busting fury of the movement made her come and come and come.
Jesus, what a filthy dream! She opened her eyes and looked over at the bedside clock. It was almost three in the morning. Wasn't there any way she could rid her mind of the filthy lesbian thoughts which kept popping up? They wouldn't even leave her alone when she was sleeping. It was especially odd considering how well and how much she had been fucked tonight. There was really no excuse for her dream.
She stretched herself, delighting lazily in the play of her muscles against each other. No, there is really no excuse at all, she thought. I guess I'm really in heat right now. Her movements made her aware of the moisture at her crotch.
She considered waking Dave up to ease her wanting cunt, but decided not to. He had been exhausted by their fucking. She didn't want to wake him when he had to get up so early tomorrow and take that chartered plane to Phoenix to close some big deal his boss had going down there.
Damn. She'd like some nice, hard prick in her right now.
She knew she should be asleep. But the direction her thoughts were taking aroused her even more. For a while she tried to drift back into a sleepy frame of mind, but every time she let her mind go the same series of erotic thoughts popped up. The dream kept creeping back into her head.
It was no use. She would have to force herself to sleep or else wake Dave. She got up, went into the kitchen, and poured herself a strong whisky and water. She went out and sat down on the couch, sipping slowly.
She was startled by the ringing of the doorbell. She went over to the door and eased it open a crack. It was a relief to see Bobbi standing there under the porch light. But Dianne was also surprised.
"Bobbi! What are you doing here? Come on in." Bobbi entered, looking downcast and tired. "What's the matter?"
"Dianne, the whole day has been a disaster. After I left here, I…" She stopped. Her head was spinning around, and she could barely keep things straight in her own mind, much less relate them coherently to her sister. She felt terribly confused, and she wasn't even sure which feeling in the swirling turmoil she really felt.
"Let's just let it go for now. But I want to stay here tonight."
"Here?" Dianne was puzzled. "Sure you can. But why aren't you at your own place?"
Her sister sighed. "I had a fight with Mr. Giddings this afternoon. I told him to go to hell and take his apartment with him. I have to move out."
"But you're here now. What happened to your date with Ron?"
"I had a fight with him, too. It seemed like a good idea to stay with him since I didn't want to go back to my place. But it wasn't." Her voice was closer to breaking now. "Look, sis, if you don't mind, I don't want to talk about all this right now. I just want to go to sleep."
"OK, fine, I can see you're not in a talking mood. Neither am I. Well, you know where everything is. Just help yourself. I'm going back to bed…"
"Please don't be mad. I just want to get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning, OK?"
"Fine. G'night."
Bobbi was sipping coffee from a mug late the next morning and trying to tell her sister what had happened since she had left the house yesterday. She went into great detail about Paul Giddings. Sometime during her story she had begun to feel aroused. It embarrassed her. Although what had happened yesterday had disgusted and repelled her at the time, she found her cunt was vibrating as she spoke.
"I knew what to do about Mr. Giddings. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I know you think he's nice and attractive, and so do I, but I didn't like the way he came on. Like he was picking me up in a bar or something."
"It was different with Ron. After the movie we went over to his apartment. I let him feel my breasts for a long time. We were sort of watching TV and making out. Then he asked me if I'd take off my dress so he could see me better. I did. It wasn't much different from being in his car with my blouse off. I let him suck my tits and play with me through my panties. Then he said he wanted to go to bed with me and… and fuck me."
Dianne was sitting across from her sister in another chair. She was eager to hear every word her sister was saying. "Did you?"
Bobbi breathed a deep sigh. "No. But I told him I'd touch his cock if he wanted me to. Boy, did he want me to. I hardly had the thing out of his pants and in my hand before he came. He was hard as a rock. See, I'd only done that for him a few times before."
Dianne squirmed in her chair. All this randy talk was getting her terribly excited all over again!
"Bobbi, I even hate to ask, but I'm curious. Does Ron have a big cock?" The thought of his cock sent a shiver through Dianne.
The question made Bobbi acutely aware of her own inexperience. "Well, it was plenty big enough. Biggest I've ever seen, anyway. All the more reason I didn't want it inside me. I figured he'd cool off after he came once like that. But he didn't. He spent some time in the bathroom-cleaning up, I figured. I put my dress back on. When he came back, he was completely naked. He sat down and started pawing me, trying to get my dress back off. He had his hand on my – he had his hand between my legs. He was saying how he was tired of being led on, how he didn't like to be teased. He said he was tired of waiting. He was acting really crazy. And he was hurting me."
"What did you do then?" Dianne asked. It was obviously taking a lot out of her sister to tell all this, but dammit, she was getting more turned on by the minute!
"I hit him. He looked real surprised. I-I got up and just started screaming at him." Her lower lip was trembling. "Dianne, I was horny. I wanted to-to fuck him. I wanted him to touch me. But not like that, not like that. He was too rough. All he cared about was that he got his rocks off. All I could think about was Mr. Giddings pushing me up against that door. Goddamn him!"
She practically shouted the last two words, her face reddening. Then she looked abashed, as if she had confessed something she hadn't intended to.
She really is upset! Dianne thought to herself. What she needs is some comfort and a bit of sympathy. And she looks so tense. Dianne knew what to do.
"Come on." She took Bobbi's unresisting hand and led her to the living room. She took the big cushion off the couch and put it flat out in the middle of the big room.
"You could use a good massage. Here, lie down and relax while I get some oil. And don't argue with me. You know I'm good at it. I'll do your back first."
Bobbi had been about to say something, but instead she smiled and nodded. Dianne was right: a massage would make her feel better.
What a sexy sight, Dianne thought when she returned with the baby oil. Ron would really cream in his pants over something like this! In spite of herself, she felt her excitement rise another notch.
She unhooked the bra in back. Bobbi raised herself a bit so that Dianne could pull the bra down over her slender arms. As she raised herself and Dianne helped her off with the bra, Dianne saw the heavy breasts slip put of the cups, the nipples just grazing the cushion below. At the sight she felt her own nipples grow and harden.
Dianne liked giving massages, especially to her sister. They had done this many times before. Bobbi knew just how to move to allow Dianne to help her off with the rest of her undergarments. Usually she wasn't wearing any but she was still dressed as she had been last night.
Bobbi lifted her hips to allow Dianne to peel the flimsy bottom covering off her. She put the underthings aside and knelt by Bobbi's side as she warmed the slippery oil in her hands. She spread the oil evenly over her sister's back, using a light touch at first, then applying more pressure to the muscle ridges that were bunched under Bobbi's soft skin. She concentrated especially on the neck, shoulders and the muscles along the spine. She felt them loosening up as she pressed and molded them.
Bobbi was beginning to feel the effects of her sister's careful attentions. Her face had smoothed out, and was no longer clenched in worry and anger as it had been before. Yes, Dianne was right. The backrub was doing wonders for the way she felt. She was definitely more relaxed now. The oil made her feel so warm.
She tried to make her mind blank and just feel what Dianne was doing to her, as she had often been told to do. But try as she might, she just couldn't let herself slip away as she knew she should. Her thoughts kept returning to the events of the day before.
She felt her anger rising again when she thought of what Ron had tried to pull last night. If he just hadn't been so aggressive, everything might have been different. Much different. She had enjoyed everything that had led up to her leaving. Even if Ron hadn't actually fucked her, she would have liked for him to make her come. She felt cheated. He didn't seem to know a hell of a lot about the geography of a pussy, but she would have been happy to show him. He had just assumed that to get anywhere with her he had to put on that stupid macho act.
Dianne had finished with her back and was now working on the backs of her thighs. Her strong fingers seemed to go directly to the right places and do their thing. It felt so good! Her sister really knew what she was doing.
She suddenly remembered one of the best, most exciting parts about last night. It was when Ron came. She had taken his cock out of his pants as he had eased them down onto his thighs. He had been so excited he had not even bothered to take them all the way off. But it hadn't really mattered, because she had only run her hand up the turgid length of his cock a couple times before he came. She remembered how the white, creamy stuff had shot out all over. There had been so much of it! And the way he twitched and groaned when it happened! It was tremendous.
The idea made her shiver. She felt her clit hardening and enlarging.
"What's the matter, honey?" Dianne asked, "Are you too cold? If you are, I can turn down the cooler a little bit."
"No… no, I'm fine. Real comfortable. I feel so much better." Her voice was dreamy.
"Good. I want you to turn over now so I can do the rest of you."
She felt so loose and good that she found it hard to summon the energy to flop over onto her back. But she did. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of lying unmoving on her back.
"OK, I'm going to do your head now." She moved so that her knees gently clamped her sister's head between them and began to move her fingers in small circles over her temples. Her sister's long brown hair was spread out over the cushion and floor underneath her. Some of it lay on Dianne's thighs and tickled.
Her hair is so shiny and pretty, she thought. Maybe I should let mine grow out again. No, it's too much trouble. And it probably wouldn't look as good as hers.
Her hands traced the delicate bones on her sister's face as she let her gaze travel down the body that was outstretched before her. It seemed a shame that Bobbi didn't use her body to more advantage. Why, she could get just about anything she wanted if she went about it right.
She let her gaze linger on the two mounds which were topped by brown nipples. She ached to take one of them in her mouth and suck it to hardness.
Whoa! she thought. What happened to my clinical detachment? She shifted her body to one side, taking a deep breath as she moved. She began to move her fingers on the hard, flat belly, trying to concentrate an the way the muscles lay under the dusky skin she was kneading. She carefully avoided touching her sister's titties, looking instead at the slow, even rise and fall of her breathing. She moved her hands down the muscle in the middle of the stomach, cautiously skirting the dark pubic hair.
Then she noticed something that made her cunt pulse and juice. Bobbi's clit was peeking out from between her lightly haired cunt lips! It throbbed and grew tantalizingly before Dianne's very eyes.
She swallowed once and tried to adjust herself to this new development. Bobbi must be as turned-on as she was! She was getting a hard-on because of her massage! Her hands began to tremble.
Bobbi had been thinking about the same things as before. She didn't quite understand it, but even thinking about Mr. Giddings yesterday made her horny as hell. She didn't know why, because she hadn't liked it at all at the time. But it hadn't really been as bad as all that. She just hadn't liked the tapped feeling.
It was the same with him as with Ron, she decided. He must have some overwhelming need to prove that he was the boss. But what would he be like if he just went slow with her and did what she wanted? That would be something else altogether.
A nerve-tingling thrill shot through her, making her jump. Her sister had touched her clit! She opened her eyes.
Dianne was sitting beside her and looked embarrassed. She was shaking.
"Bobbi, I'm sorry I did that. I didn't mean to. I-I sort of lost my balance."
Bobbi considered. She should be mad. But she wasn't. Her old familiar fantasy popped into her head.
But with my sister? My own flesh and blood? I can't. It isn't done. But why not? Really, why not? I've been thinking about it for a long time, wanting another woman. She's closer to me than anybody else is. She's not just my sister – she's also my best friend. And it felt so good. It would be so nice if she would touch me. But what if she doesn't want to? What if she thinks I'm really perverted and she hates me? What then? I don't have anyone else. Ron won't ever talk to me again. What have I got to lose?
It was true, she decided.
"That's OK, Dianne," she said slowly. "But please don't stop. I want you to touch me like that. I've wanted it for a long time." There. Her secret confession was out. Now she would just have to wait and see what her sister would do.
The interest was obvious in Dianne's face. Was she hearing right? She had accidentally brushed against her sister's tender clit, and here she was asking her to do it again! At last, her dream was coming true. It was almost too good to believe.
"Me too. But are you sure?" The idea got her off incredibly, but she wanted to be certain. There was no sense doing something now that they both would regret later. But somehow she knew that neither of them would feel sorry about what they were doing.
Bobbi said nothing. She just nodded in agreement.
Dianne was beside herself with anticipation. She put her hand on the cunt below her and let it rest there a moment. Then she began moving her hand slowly around and around. The residue of oil that was still on her palm transferred to the fine fuzz gradually and made the motion easier.
She could resist no longer. The longest finger of the hand stretched out and hovered over the younger girl's slit. Her legs were still extended almost straight out, barely apart. She brought her finger down over the long gash. It sunk easily into the space between the cleft. Her sister's hungry cunt seemed to open up for her, then close again as the lips swallowed her finger. She let it rest there like that for a second and then began to slide it up and down.
She felt every little change in the sex tissue as she moved. Bobbi's cunt felt smoother and smaller than her own. Well, she was younger and hadn't had as many pricks in her as Dianne had. But her fun button was certainly well developed enough; it was like an iron spike standing up and rubbing against her finger. If anything, her young sister's clit was a little longer than her own. But the size wasn't the important thing. Getting off was.
Dianne wondered if her sister's vagina was much like her own. She couldn't remember what hers had been like when she had been eighteen. Did they change over the years? She had heard that the older a woman gets, the more her cunt loosens up. She didn't know about that. Certainly neither her husband nor any of the other men she had fucked ever voiced any complaints or commented on it.
Her lewd curiosity about her sister's cunt made her thrill. She ran her hand down the insides of her sister's thighs, loving the smooth feel of the incredibly soft skin. There was no skin anywhere on a woman's body that was softer than that, unless it was the hidden skin on the inside of an exposed pussy.
She parted her sister's knees, the legs forming a long diamond shape. She snaked her hand around under one leg to cup an upturned buttock. She moved her hand to the uppermost point of the diamond. Her top hand was teasing the tight button at the top of the labia, while her bottom hand moved off along her sister's ass. She caressed the slight, ridge that ran from the bottom of the cunt to the asshole. Then her two moving fingers met, completing a circle formed by her arms. She opened up her sister's pussy to her excited view.
Her sister was still a virgin! The quivering maidenhead was resisting her thrusting finger.
"My God, you're cherry, aren't you! Don't you know these things aren't in fashion any more for anyone past the age of twelve or so?" She sounded almost indignant.
Bobbi nodded. "I know, sis. But those guys with their big pricks never got that far. They were never as gentle as you are. They didn't do things to me like another woman can – like you do."
She took a deep breath. "I feel like I'm about to explode! I want to come now. Please, sis, make me come!"
Dianne smiled, but said nothing. She resumed the same position as before. This time her finger found the tiny cuntal opening. She forced it past the snug entrance and into the lubricated channel. Her other finger pressed and rubbed the extended clit above. The slippery secretions were now pouring out of the distended cunt, almost like water from a spring. She plunged her digit cock-like in and out of her sister, gradually picking up speed.
Bobbi was hunching her hips up and down slightly, trying to force one finger deeper into her and the other harder against her. The pleasure-giving hands were moving in a frenzy, causing waves of seething excitement to well up in her. But every time it seemed that the waves would crest and break, Bobbi felt them build up and then recede, time after time. She wanted to come so bad, to release the boiling, burning, exquisite pressure in her loins, but she couldn't seem to let herself go. She felt mad at herself.
"Oh, sis, stop. I can't get off I don't know why, but I can't."
Dianne looked perplexed for a moment, then brightened. "Look, don't worry. I know how to bust your cookies. Just a sec."
In a flash, she shed her few pieces of clothing. She returned her finger to its humid slot and moved it slowly.
"It's no use. I can't come. I…"
"Just relax. Don't worry about it. I want you to touch me, too."
Obligingly Bobbi's hand went to her sister's waiting snatch. She forced the hanging lips apart and began to slide her curious fingers inside the reddish cleft. She touched the tiny bump of her sister's urethra and then moved to rub against her clit. She rolled it and pressed it between two fingers. The feel was new to her. Her own clit was longer, but not so thick. She rolled it again and plucked up gently. She felt an answering shudder from her sister.
Yes, she was definitely getting there! The sparks were flashing within her. Yes! Yes! Like that! This was so much better than what she could do for herself. She felt the body beside her twist and adjust itself into a new posture.
What was her sister going to do now? She opened her eyes and looked down. She saw her sister's tongue flick out of her mouth. She was going to go down on her!
Dianne had never performed cunnilingus before. She had often thought about doing it, though, and having it done to her. Her sister's cunt had a musky, pungent smell that combined well with the scent of baby oil that hung in the air around them. She liked the strong but very feminine odor that assailed her nostrils.
Her tongue dipped into the crease and she began to lick, her finger still firmly implanted in its snug, warm socket. She also liked the slightly salty taste that she noticed. It was a different taste than cock. She could really get to like this, she thought to herself.
She stopped licking and sucked her sister's hardened knob. She was going to make her come if it took all day! Immediately she felt her jerk and buck beneath her. At the same time, her sister's two probing fingers, now well encased in her own pulsing cunt, began to dance around as if they were trying to stretch her pussy wider than it would go. It was wonderful! The first mind-bending pulses of her come started to rake her crotch.
She could tell that the writhing, panting girl below her was about to let loose also. Then her clit flexed as the girl's thumb found her throbbing clit. Hot currents of pleasure surged through her and into her girly prick with swift, voluptuous beats.
She could not restrain a muffled squeal of delight as she came. Bobbi felt the sound vibrate her entire cuntal area. What an exquisite sensation! Her sister's mouth left her pussy for a moment. Then it returned, seeming to redouble its sucking attack. She felt herself give way to her mounting excitement. There were no bafflers holding her back now.
Then her pent-up sexual energy released itself in a voluptuous flood that surprised both of the women. She screamed and moaned at the goodness of it, echoing her sister's pleasure-cry of only a few seconds before. Hot flashes coursed through her, making her thrust her quaking pussy up into the air. Still the clever lips and tongue kept their place on her. Just when she thought she might pass out from the overwhelming intensity that racked her frame, she felt her passion subside like the tide going out. She was utterly drained, and floated in a warm cloud of afterglow.
For what seemed like a long time she was aware only of another hand holding her own. Then the hand touched her legs, her stomach, her titties, her neck, her face. Then a warm, wet tongue forced her lips apart gently. She put her arm around her sister's shoulders and returned the kiss with all the passion and gratitude she felt.
They separated and lay beside each other for a while, neither moving or speaking. Then Dianne sat up slowly and looked at Bobbi's resting body.
"I loved that, I really did. I haven't come so good in a long time. What about you?"
Bobbi was surprised. "Are you kidding? I loved it! Couldn't you tell? If you're worried about how I feel, don't be. I'm happy. I'm more satisfied than I've ever been before. You know, I've wanted to do this for a long time. I mean, I've thought about it. Why didn't we get together before?"
It was Dianne's turn to be surprised. "You have. God! So have I. I wish you would have let me know sooner. I wouldn't have waited so long – I've thought about it, too. But Bobbi, I can tell you're a hot-blooded girl. But you haven't fucked any guys. What do you do?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you? The usual. Except I like to use one of those adjustable shower sprays." She had never told anyone about that before.
"Wow!" Dianne exclaimed, squirming a little.
"That sounds great! I'll have to try that sometime."
Bobbi smiled. "Well, that's my first secret vice. Now I have another one to add to that." They laughed together.
"Look, honey, I think you ought to add another one," Dianne said. "You know what I mean. That sweet pussy of yours is just aching and ripe for some nice prick. Pussy is nice, but you'd love the way a nice, stiff cocks feels when it slides into you. You don't know what you're missing."
"I think I know what I'm missing. A lot of hassles."
Somehow Bobbi could not associate the crude groping and animalistic coupling of fucking with the soul-tearing multiple orgasms she had just experienced. It seemed so different with her sister. She was so soft and caring, so responsive. And since she was a woman, she knew just which places were most sensitive, and when to touch them. Dianne had seemed almost more interested in getting Bobbi off than in getting herself off.
"It's not all hassles, believe me," Dianne replied. "You should give it a chance. You just haven't been meeting the right men."
"Maybe you're right. But why should I bother to try and play that game when I've got what I really want now? Whenever I used to fantasize, I thought about other women. I dreamed about it. It turns me on." Her hand went to her sister's firm tit. Watching and thinking about Dave and Dianne fucking had turned her on too, but she didn't mention that.
"Men are just crude, that's all. You and I can get each other off now. So why should I worry about them? Why should I even try to look for a guy?"
Dianne laughed. "Don't talk like some old bull dyke. You wouldn't have to look very hard." A very sexy idea occurred to her. "In fact, I know somebody who would fuck you in a minute, if you'd let him."
"Yeah, I can think of a couple myself," Bobbi said sarcastically. "But I don't want either of them."
"No, I'm thinking about Dave."
"Dave? You mean he'd like to screw me?" She flashed on her memory of his buttocks jerking up and down as he pumped in and out of her sister.
"You bet he would. Up to now it's just been a kind of joke between us. You know, him putting it to my little sister. But if you want…" Her voice trailed off enticingly.
Bobbi thought. To be able to participate in something she had watched so many times! It was exciting to think about. She liked Dave well enough, and he had always been good to her, but she had always considered him to be out of her range. After all, he was in his thirties, like her sister. He seemed unapproachable, at least as far as sex went. But then, so had Dianne.
"I'll think about it," she said. But the thought of her lusty former landlord impinged again and reminded her that she had given notice yesterday.
"Dianne, what am I going to do? I have to find another place to live. And I don't know if I can find anything else I can afford."
"You can stay here as long as you need to until you find something else. It might help, though, if you talked to Paul Giddings and tried to patch things up."
"No, I don't want to see him. The old bastard."
"Why don't you call him on the phone?"
"You don't understand, I don't want to talk to him at all."
"Well, you need to do something. How would it be if I call him for you? Maybe I can let him know that you want to move back in, but you don't want any more shit from him. Sound good?"
"OK, it's worth a try. But don't listen to him if he tries to explain everything away."
Dianne smiled at her as she jumped up to make the call. Bobbi marveled at the round whiteness of her sister's buttocks as she walked away from her. It was so much better to come like this with her sister than by herself. She came big when she masturbated, but it was nothing like this.
She closed her eyes and let the pleasure build up inside of her. Just thinking of Dianne's wonderful body was getting her steamed-up again! She heard her sister's voice rising and falling as she spoke. She could not make out any of the words, noticing only the rhythm of her tones. After a while, she heard the click of the receiver in the cradle.
Dianne walked back into the room, her bouncy, full breasts jiggling with each step.
"What happened?" Bobbi asked.
"He said that he was sorry if he had offended you. I told him I'd like to come over and talk about this thing with him personally. So I'm going to see him tomorrow. He really doesn't want you to move. Actually, he sounded pretty nice. But we shouldn't let him get away with anything. What do you know about him, Bobbi?"
"Guess his mountain trip fell through," Bobbi said bitterly. "Anyway, not much. Ever since he started to come on to me, I've tried to avoid him."
"Hmmm. Too bad. I think I can straighten this thing out for you. Maybe I can make him feel guilty enough so he'll lower your rent," she said jokingly.
"Fat chance." Bobbi aggressively pulled her sister's mouth down to touch hers, shooting her tongue into the warm, luscious chamber. She felt an answering pressure.
It was going to be a good day.