Dianne made her way back home slowly. She felt a little woozy. It couldn't have been the booze, she thought, she hadn't had time to finish off any more than about half the drink she had been given. Drunk on sex, she thought, that has to be it. She'd never been fucked like that. Paul had shown her the masochist that had been lurking within her all this time. She couldn't wait to tell Bobbi about what had happened. She would probably be home and waiting for her, ready for some more action.
Jesus, I'm a little sore. It wasn't surprising considering the massive size of the dong that he had repeatedly sunk into her. Her cunt felt stretched and mistreated, though she hardly considered what had been happening to her for the past couple hours of mistreatment. But after the battering she had received, she thought she could use a little female tonguing to soothe her swollen cuntlips. And her story would turn Bobbi on too. She could hardly wait to get home.
She had gotten her revenge finally, after a fashion. Paul was capable of being gentle, too, she had discovered, but he got off on semi-violent scenes like the one they had played. He told her that he would never had considered such a thing had she not appeared to be challenging him. Had she really wanted to fuck him all along, as he insisted she had? Had she secretly wanted him to force her to have sex with him? She honestly didn't know, but the results were wonderful.
She enjoyed tying him to his bed and seeing him lie there helpless with his big, hard prick standing up in the air. Several times she had sucked him almost to the point of orgasm, only to stop just short of him actually coming. He had begged her to finish him off every time she stopped, but she refused teasingly. She made him suck her, too, pushing her cunt at his mouth and telling him exactly where to apply his tongue and when to lick. It took a massive amount of her will power to make him stop just before she popped her cookies, too. Then she would return to make his stiff shaft jerk until he groaned and strained against the bed in unbearable ecstasy. She made him lick her to a shuddering climax before she let him release his straining load. She had wanted to watch him spew his white cum into the air like a fountain, so she had frigged him with her hand while she tickled his prostate with her middle finger moving around in his rectum.
The minor irritation of her pussy only served to make her hornier as she felt the slight friction that her legs created as she walked. Amused, she realized that she had spent virtually the entire last twenty-four hours having sex of one kind or another. Definitely a record of some kind for her. But it was a good thing it hadn't all been with guys, particularly with men as well-endowed as Paul Giddings. Otherwise, she would be so reamed out both fore and aft that she would probably be getting bills from Roto-Rooter for months to come.
Well, being in a rut the way she had been for the last week, none of this was very surprising. Everywhere she turned, it seemed, there was some horny man ready to help satisfy her salacious urgings. And the more she fucked, the more she wanted to fuck. Like now: she ought to be all played-out sexually, but she was far from that. The first thing she wanted to do when she got home was to share her horny mood with her sister.
Possibly it had been a mistake to invite Paul over the following night, but she really wanted to try to maneuver a thee-way thing with Dave. He might not want to, but she suspected he would. And if things didn't turn out that way, that would be all right. Anyway, the pretext for his visit would be to straighten things out between him and Bobbi.
Yes, Bobbi, dear Bobbi. She opened the door and then shut it behind her. She saw no sign of her sister when she entered, but she heard music coming from the bedroom. Well, Bobbi could wait for a few minutes more, because right now she was dying of thirst. A nice drink of cold water would be just the thing for her parched throat.
She went into the kitchen, got the plastic container out of the refrigerator, and poured herself a big glass of water. She took a couple gulps to soothe her dry mouth, then sat down.
That's funny, she thought. Here are Dave's briefcase and coat. Also his shoes, socks, pants and underwear. What's this? He wasn't supposed to return until tomorrow. Shit. That meant she and Bobbi wouldn't be able to have any more of their girly fun. But why are all his clothes here in the kitchen?
A sudden, exciting suspicion grew in her mind. She jumped up from the chair and went to the sink, looking out of the window and over to the bedroom. Sure enough, there they were! She saw Bobbi hunched over her husband, her mouth at his crotch and his mouth at hers. They were twisting and humping together. As her sister's head drew up, she saw part of the length of Dave's white cock emerge from her mouth. Then her head bobbed back down and his prick disappeared.
My God! My husband and my sister are fucking each other! A twinge of jealousy passed through her. Then it came to her. Her feeling was not one of jealousy – it was disappointment because she wasn't there with them getting her kicks! And she had wanted to manipulate the situation into being, make it happen when and where she wanted it to, and with her as part of it. It was obvious to her now and she felt herself relax with the realization.
It wasn't too late, though – she could still get into their sex fun. But she could see from their frenzied movements that neither of them were too far from coming. If she went in now, she might just ruin everything. She knew how Bobbi felt about making it with guys, so she must have had to overcome a lot of her resistance with Dave to go so far as sucking his dick. But then, Dave could be very persuasive when he wanted to be, and he would know how to handle the reluctant young girl.
A liquid tightness was gripping Dianne's loins as she watched the obscene show. She could get the details later, but right now her twat was beginning to throb insistently. She decided to wait a while before she went into them, but it wouldn't hurt in the meantime if she played with herself a little. In face, she could just take her clothes off and add them to the pile that was already on the chair.
She continued watching the couple avidly as her hands fumbled with her clothing. Her hands went to cup her heaving breasts lovingly, and she found that the nipples had already hardened to thimble-like protrusions that made her quiver as she touched them. The soreness was rapidly vanishing from her cunt and was replaced by an electric tension.
This was something else! Her husband and her sister giving each other blow jobs! It was like watching a dirty movie, but this time she knew the actors.
Now the couple's movements grew more frenzied. Dianne wished she could get closer to see better, and also to hear their cries as their pleasure built to a peak. Dave's prick was almost completely uncovered as Bobbi lifted her mouth to its tip. Dianne could see the spit-slick white cock gleam before her sister's mouth covered it with another piston-like downstroke. She knew Dave's movements well from long experience, and she could tell from his frenzied jerkings that his climax was not far off. Her sister's head was flashing up and down now, almost mechanically. Dave's face was covered by her pussy.
There! Dave's arms and legs shot out spasmodically as he bucked his hips up at Bobbi. Her cheeks went concave as she sucked at his spurting cock.
Dianne moaned as she imagined the luscious cream spurting into Bobbi's greedy mouth. Her finger searched for her fun button, but it was well-concealed in the slippery folds of her vulva. She continued sliding her fingers up and down her burning crease as she watched Bobbi's buttocks jerk and quiver in what had to be a volcanic come.
Now, she thought, now is the time. She felt driven by the roaring sexual fire that aged through her body. She turned away from the window and walked into the living room, through the hall, and into the bedroom.
Dianne stood in the doorway for a moment before Bobbi was aware of her form out of the corners of her eyes. Dave's cock dropped suddenly out of her mouth as she jerked her head up.
"Dianne!"
Dave was lost in his pleasure, eyes closed, when he heard Bobbi's cry of surprise. He turned over quickly and looked at his wife, who stood at the bedroom entrance with her hands on her hips.
"So!" she exclaimed in mock anger. "I come home after a difficult afternoon only to find my husband in bed with my best sister!" She tried to look stern.
From her tone and the look on her face, Dave knew she was joking. But Bobbi didn't.
"Dianne, please don't be mad. I…" The incongruity of her sister's words and her lack of clothing suddenly struck her. "Shit, you're buck naked!"
"Of course I am, honey." He went over to the big bed and sat down. "I happened to be passing by, and I caught part of your act. It looked like so much fun I thought I'd come in and join you." Her flippant tone was an attempt to cover up her eager lust.
"You mean you were watching us all this time?" asked Dave.
"I don't know about all of it," Dianne replied, sitting down on the other side of Dave. "I saw Bobbi going down on you. I saw you both pop your cookies, and I liked what I saw. But Bobbi, I thought you told me you didn't want to have anything to do with these nasty rascals. So what's the story?"
Bobbi started to say something, but Dave cut in. "It wasn't exactly her doing. It didn't take me as long as Phoenix as I expected, so I got to come back early. Didn't seem like there'd be much point in going to work for just part of an afternoon, so I took a taxi home. I thought I saw you heading for the bathroom, so I thought I'd surprise you. I didn't know it was Bobbi instead of you until-until it was too late."
Dianne ran her hands over his chest and over his stomach, finally letting one stroke the rubbery cylinder of his cock. "Doesn't look to me like it was too late at all, lover."
"I was so different, sis!" Bobbi interjected excitedly. "He came into the shower and his cock was standing up so nice and proud! We washed each other and then we came in here and he showed me how to suck him! It was as good as doing you!"
Bobbi realized sinkingly that she had lost her head in her excitement and revealed to Dave what she and Dianne had been doing, exactly as her sister had asked her not to. She reddened as she searched Dianne's face for a clue to her reaction.
"What's that?" Dave asked.
Dianne noted her sister's consternation. The poor girl had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag. Dianne sympathized with her.
"Bobbi, honey, don't you worry. I wanted to tell him anyway. There's no sense feeling bad about something like this. It's a natural thing that can happen between any two adult women."
"Jesus, you mean you two have been getting it on together?" Dave was surprised – Dianne had always had tendencies in a lesbian direction, but they had never seemed very strong.
"That's right," Dianne said.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Just since yesterday, that's all. Don't worry – you know I wouldn't keep something like this a secret from you." Not for very long, anyway, she added to herself.
"I'm glad. And I'm glad to know you two could get together. What's more, I'm happy we're here, all together. You know, Bobbi, I've had a lech for you ever since you started to fill out your clothes."
"Really? You mean it?" She had gotten her fill of lustful stares and suggestive comments on the street and in stores, not to mention clumsy fumbles, but Dave's naked admission had a different ring to it. She was flattered because she had figured that he just thought of her as his wife's kid sister.
"Hell, of course I mean it! And you two can make it together as often as you want. Just let me in on the fun, that's all."
"It's true, Bobbi. If you don't believe him, just take a look at his cock!"
Bobbi's eyes went to Dave's crotch. His prick, so soft a few minutes ago, had grown again to a stiff hard-on in Dianne's flexing hand. And it was still getting longer! Her own girly prick tingled and she squirmed, making her pussy lips rub against it wetly.
"This is wild!" Bobbi said. "I want to watch while Dianne sucks you!"
"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Go ahead and put it in your mouth!"
Dianne felt the excitement surge up in her again. It would be so exciting to suck her husband doff while her sister looked. She bent over and took his pecker in her mouth, letting only the head penetrate past her lips. Slowly she revolved her tongue around the turgid glans, alternating that motion with a gentle suction that made him quiver. She stuck her rump up in the air, inviting his manual attentions. She felt quite comfortable – the bed was easily big enough for all of them to stretch out on it if they wished. Actually, it was not just one bed, but two double beds put together. They had to order specially made sheets to fit it, but it was worth it. It was nice to have such a large field for their sex play, which got pretty athletic sometimes when they were in that sort of mood. And now with Bobbi, they could really have some parties!
Not pausing for further preparations, he plunged two fingers into her moist cunt, pushing them in as far as he could when she opened her soft, white thighs. She wiggled her hips, and he felt the constricted ring of her anus press against his thumb. He loved to fondle her pussy while she went down on him, and occasionally she would shoot off even before he did. One beautiful girl had already sucked him today, and he was ecstatic at the opportunity to have it done again.
Bobbi felt as tense as a tuned wire. Her next come was going to be even bigger and better than before! This was so much better than watching alone in the kitchen. She noticed that her sister was not taking the entire prong in her mouth as she had done. Her oral strokes seemed to be balanced by the thrusts of Dave's right hand as his fingers disappeared between the coral-colored labia, then appeared again as he withdrew them. His thumb bumped against the crack that divided Dianne's buttocks.
There was room for Bobbi, too, between Dave's thighs. She nuzzled her lips along the sparse hair on the inside of his thigh and came to his tightening balls. As she hid done before, she licked them thoroughly and took them in her mouth, using her fingers to tickle the backs of them. She heard him groan under the furious, action of the two eager mouths. She moved from the two sacs to the stem of his cock and took it lightly between her teeth, feeling her sister's movements above her. They were working as a team now, their heads close together, trying to coax the maximum possible sensation from his straining cock.
As she continued to lick at the hard pole's base, she felt Dave's other hand come over to caress her ass. He traced the cleavage of her buttocks, but he could not reach into her cunt as he had into Dianne's. Bobbi was lying prone, and could only hunch her clit against the rough bedsheets. The combined sensations of his hand on her ass and the clitoral friction were making her shake in ecstasy. She wanted more, but did not want either of the feelings to cease.
She tried to open her legs wider, but her position didn't allow her muck room for movement. She felt her ankle bump against his shoulder as his hand tried to burrow into her sopping cunt. The movement made her mouth slide up his slippery shaft and her tongue met Dianne's. A dirty thrill flashed through her as she realized that she was licking her sister's tongue as well as Dave's throbbing cock.
Dianne felt her sister's tongue slide across hers. It was incredible – she could suck on her husband's wonderful dick and at the same time gave her sister a kiss! It made her feel obscene, but she loved it! It was a combination of the best of two worlds.
As if of the same mind, the two sisters moved their heads so that their noses brushed by each other to one side of the bottom of his cock. The tantalizing, upright staff rose vertically and kept their tongues from meeting. But their lips touched on the top and bottom sides of his prick, encasing it. Their tongues stabbed tormentingly at the rigid flesh that separated them. In unison, they lapped at him and moved their connected mouths down over his cock until their cheeks pressed against his flattened thighs, exposing the turgid crown of his prick to the cool air. Then they moved back upward until they covered the thick mushroom-like head and bathed it in warm saliva.
Dianne savored the delicious combination of juices in her mouth. It was almost unbearably sexy – the honey sweetness of her sister's fresh mouth was mixing with the slippery emissions that oozed freely from her husband's cock. Their two tongues were whipping the mixture into a sexual froth. The fingers in her cunt were making her clit throb and shake with explosive sensations. She was ready for a wild come-off!
Bobbi wanted to cry out at the searing fire that was burning her sex nerves. But her mouth was filled with cock and her tongue was too busy for her to be able to utter a sound. As the protruding ring at the bottom of the hard knob reached the bottom-most corner of her mouth, her searching tongue shot across the tender head to finally find the warm recesses of her sister's sweet mouth. Her tongue dueled with Dianne's in a salacious battle that could have no losers.
Dave had to struggle to keep from losing control. He wanted to come, to spurt into the two waiting caverns that were glued to his cock. The oral lashing was taking him to heights he had thought were impossible to reach. He could look down and see the two willing women sucking his cock with complete abandon. But he also wanted to hold back, to plunge his prick into his sister-in-law's virgin cunt. He knew he had good control, and could hold back his flood for almost as long as he wanted, but this two-way blow-job was more than he had bargained for!
His dilemma was solved when the two mouths suddenly slipped off his cock.
"Hey, girls! Don't stop now! I'm just about to shoot my load!"
He was not too disappointed when the younger woman's hand gripped him firmly. But the two women were lost in each other, locked in a soul-burning kiss. Mouths together, they raised up until they were kneeling against each other, their knees pressing against Dave's sides. Their titties were almost perfect mates in size, and Dianne rubbed her nipples against her sister's as they kissed in abandon. Then her arms embraced the younger girl, pressing their ample titties tightly together. Dave's fingers were still working away in his wife's clutching cunt, but now he withdrew them. He contorted himself so that he could reach between her legs from behind to tweak the pinkish, desire-inflamed spike that extended from between her pussy lips. Excess fluid trickled out of her cunt and ran down her thighs.
"That's right, girls, get it on! Come for me… I want to see you come together! Now, come big!"
Dianne loved dirty talk, but even more exciting than what her husband was saying was the way he was diddling her clit with his fingers. Cunty need bubbled up in her loins, her rump moved, and she felt a feverish rush of blood. She drove the hard point of her clit down onto his hand as hard as she could without losing contact with her sister's delicious mouth. Her tongue flapped about wildly in the dark, wet pit, making Bobbi growl deep in her throat. The sweet pulses flared in her twitching, clit. She lifted her hips up, making his fingers dude to her cuntal opening. Then she jammed her cunt onto them and fell back on the bed, the fingers twisting delectably inside her as she went.
"Oohhhh, I'm balling it! It's coming so it's so hot and good… oh, oh, uh, unnngghh!"
She was still jerking and shaking as Dave withdrew his fingers from her cunt. They were coated with the evidence of her excitement. More liquid streaked her thighs and gleamed in her blonde pussy hair. He had never seen her so aroused! She was really getting off on this three-way and lesbian thing!
For that matter, so was he. Bobbi's hand was still on his pecker, gently frigging it, but her attention was on her sister's twitching body. When Dianne came, she really came! It was marvelously exciting to watch her clit shake as her hips shuddered and her boobs bounced. And from the look on her face, she was just as excited as he was.
"I want you to fuck me NOW!" Bobbi panted, confirming his thoughts.
"And I want to!" He sat up and looked at her. Her look was one of pure, perverse lust which quickly convinced him that she wanted, it as much as he did.
"Oh, yes," Dianne sighed. She pointed at his purplish cock. "Put it in her cunt!"
"Here, beautiful," he said as he stood up. "Lie down flat on your back."
The young girl hurriedly arranged herself as he had directed. Her pussy ached. She wanted it filled with the big prick which bobbed hypnotically before her. She wanted to be stuffed full with it, to have the full length of it inside her.
But Dianne was still worried. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? Are you sure?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm sure. I want him to break my cherry." She looked at him and ran her tongue over her dry lips. "I've wanted his cock ever since I first saw you two together. Put it in me like you do in her!"
Then she gulped. Again, in her excitement, she had forgotten herself. But her guilt was like a grain of sand on a beach, lost in the magnitude of her driving need.
Dianne gasped in astonishment. "You mean you've watched us before? Fucking?"
She gulped again. "Yes. I – well, a couple days ago when you thought I was out there putting books away. From the kitchen. And other times, too. Once I sneaked out the back door and went up outside those doors and heard and saw everything you did. You were on the edge of the bed, and he was going down on you. And other times, lots of other times. I know I shouldn't have, but I did."
"You poor darling," Dianne said as she planted a kiss right on her sister's full lips. "You poor, lonely girl. We never knew. Why if we had…" She stopped short.
"We would have done exactly what we're doing now," Dave finished for her.
Bobbi was relieved. Here she had told them terrible things about herself, and they didn't hate her, or lecture her, or make her feel bad! There was no need to hide anything from them any more.
"Here," she said, spreading her legs and opening her pussy lips as wide as she could with her hands. "It's all yours. I'm dying for your prick!"
"Ooooohhh!" Dianne squealed. "We're both going to love this! But you be careful, honey, and go real slow with her."
He looked down at the girl, noting the shy look that her long brown hair gave her as it fell across her eyes. But there was a smoldering fire of lust burning away underneath that thin layer of timidity. It was in her large, heaving titties, too, and in the pink spike of her clitoris. He moved over her.
Sweet rivulets of delight ran through her thighs. He smoothed her hair once, then moved his hand to his cock. He moved the head in her wet furrow, spreading the wetness on his prick and increasing the luscious tension in her, fun-button. Then he placed the tip of his cock against her quivering cunt hole.
"You doing OK, baby?"
She nodded. He was trembling with eagerness. He slowly inched his cock into her, feeling a resistance when it met with the virginal cherry. Her eyes were closed and she gave no sign of pain. So far so good. He began to steady push that would send him through her maidenhead.
It stretched slightly and then she felt a sharp sting of pain. As much as she wanted it inside her, she flinched and her hips jerked away from his cock involuntarily. Her pussy would stretch no further.
"Oooohh, it hurts! Stop!"
"Shit!" he gasped in disappointment. "I was afraid that would happen." His cock lay nestled just inside her shivering cuntal lips.
"Don't worry, honey," Dianne said, "you can fuck me instead. Don't make her hate it!"
She lay back next to Bobbi. "Don't feel bad. You just have a tough cherry, that's all."
But Bobbi did feel bad. Her big chance – she had been all primed and everything, and then she muffed it! Well, it wasn't so bad. At least she could watch them fuck, and this time up close! She brightened at the prospect, and felt even better when Dianne motioned to her.
"While he fucks me, I'm going to suck that big clit of yours! That will make you feel better!"
Bobbi moved over her sister, facing backward so she could watch. The first few licks almost made her scream, they were so delightful. She watched him part Dianne's thighs, her sister's calves hanging over the bed. She could see everything! Then his prick slid into her sister in one smooth motion, and his belly was only a scant distance from her face. She heard Dianne grunt in satisfaction, and then she saw only the distended clitoris peeking out of the mix of light and dark pubic hair.
He had denied his climax long enough. There was no finesse in his pumping thrusts as he went in and out of her. Each powerful lunge brought a whimper from her, and Bobbi felt the body below pushed backward with each thrust.
Gratefully, he finally blasted into her sex drenched pussy. He was buried deep in the folds as they returned the spasms of his gushing cock. He felt like his prick was bumping up against her backbone!
Bobbi saw the grimace of pleasure cross his face and she knew he was coming. The joined organs below her were no longer slapping together wetly. She screamed.
"Oh… oh… ohhh… I'm coming!"
Dianne felt the wetness run from her lips as she sucked at the gaping pussy. She wished he could have fucked her sister, but Bobbi was enjoying this, too! As the clit in her mouth danced insanely, she peaked and the wetness oozed from her cunt to mix with her husband's hot pools of cum. Dianne could hardly believe the staggering power of her big orgasm as Bobbi's cries met her ears. It was even better with both of them coming with her!
They were a writhing, tanged mass of inflamed flesh, flailing limbs, and ecstatic cries. Dave was the first to recover from their fierce sex bout, and he pulled his still-dripping prick from Dianne's puckered cunt. There was a slight suction as he did so, and then he saw the jism run out from the bottom of the pouting cuntal lips and down between her ass cheeks.
"You really came BIG, honey!" he said.
"I know. It was great!"
"Me too!" Bobbi panted. "Maybe next time you can get it inside me!" she laughed.
"Don't worry about that," he said as he surveyed the beautiful brown-haired girl on the bed. "It just takes a little more concentration, that's all."
Dianne turned to her, too. "You were beautiful, honey! I love to suck you."
"It's mutual. Next time I'll go down on you while he's got his prick inside."
"Ooohhh, I'd love that!"
"I don't know about you two girls, but I need to make a little trip to the bathroom."
Bobbi turned to her sister after he had gone. "So tell me – what happened when you went over to talk to Mr. Giddings? Did he try anything funny? What did he say about me?" Bobbi found that she did not even want to talk about him, in spite of her curiosity. The memory of the lusty landlord put her a bit on edge, and she felt the warm clouds of sexual satisfaction begin to dissipate.
Dianne had almost forgotten about Paul and all the exciting events earlier in the day. She didn't know how her sister would like her having fucked him.
"Well, we talked for a long time. I found out a lot about mm." She had to struggle to keep from smiling when she said this. "We decided, uh, that it would be better if he talked to you directly and you two got things straightened out between yourselves. And I think that's right. So I invited him over here tomorrow evening."
"Here! Why'd you have to do that!"
"Well, you didn't want to go back there, so I thought it would be best." She didn't add that her plans had been upstaged by their unexpected session this afternoon. But it didn't ruin what she wanted to do, it only added some spice to it. Wait until she told Dave!
"You know, he really likes you."
"OK, OK, maybe you're right. Tomorrow evening, then." But her stomach tightened into a hard, nervous knot.
The next day Ron phoned and asked Dianne if he could speak to Bobbi. She was reluctant to speak to him at first, but Dianne insisted that she should. She took the receiver from her sister's hand.
"Hello?" Her throaty voice seeped into Ron's ear, sexy as ever. His naked prick thrilled to the sound.
"Bobbi, this is Ron. I've been trying to call you."
"I-I haven't been home. I've been over here." He struggled again to control his voice. He had to sound sincere, apologetic.
"I miss you. I've been going crazy. I'm really sorry about the other night. Don't know what came over me. You know I'd never…" He let his voice trail off significantly.
"Ron, don't let it bother you. Just so you know howl feel, that's all."
"Well, I want to apologize. I want you to know I'm sorry. That's mainly why I've been trying to call you. You know?"
There was a pause. Then she said, "I think I understand."
"I also wanted to know if you would go out with me tonight. We have a lot of things to talk about. Stuff has been bothering me. How would it be if I come by over there around six o'clock or so?"
"I don't know, Ron. I'm not sure I want to."
"Please, Bobbi, just this once, even if you never want to see me again. It means a lot to me. Please." He tried to put all the sexual need he felt into a romantic-sounding appeal.
Again, a pause. Then: "All right, but I'm busy tonight. Tomorrow evening OK?"
Damn, it meant he would have to delay his plan. But he couldn't very well insist. It would look funny. "OK, if that's better. Six, then, tomorrow?"
"That will be OK. Listen, I've got to go now."
"Fine. Take care of yourself. Bye." There it was, all fixed. She would be in for the surprise of her life. He promised himself that no matter what she said or did tomorrow, he would go through with it. He would fuck her!