Chapter 10

It is unusual for one family to have four sisters who are Lesbians, but this was precisely the case with the Blanchards. The parents of the girls were deceased, and the four of them lived together in the same apartment sharing the costs as well as each other. The oldest was Jane who was thirty-five and roomed with Blanche who was thirty-one. Blanche's real first name was Blanchard which, of course, was the same as their last name. She hated the given name, so the others always called her Blanche. Liz, thirty-four, and Dory, thirty-three, shared the other bedroom. It should be pointed out that the girls did not always sleep with their usual roommates, but quite often changed around with Liz sleeping with either Jane or Blanche, and Dory, the other girl. There was never any jealousy between the girls. They got along well with one another, far better, it can be said, than most such groups do. This may have been because they all had one very important thing in common-their far-out sex lives.

It was a Friday evening and only Jane and Blanche were in the apartment. They were having drinks together and watching television without too much interest when Jane placed her hand on Blanche's leg. Blanche, who was sitting on the sofa with her sister, glanced down at the hand that was caressing her thigh and placed her own on her sister's limb.

"Do you want to go to bed, Blanche?" Jane asked. "We could have a fuck session. It certainly would be more fun than watching this dumb program."

Blanche smiled. "Fuck session? Why do you call it that of late? Several times now you have used the term."

Jane, a brunette with brown eyes, smiled. "What else should I call it? We go to bed and fuck. It's a session. What's wrong with calling it a fuck session?"

"Nothing is wrong with it. I'm just curious as to why you have been calling it that lately."

Jane squeezed her sister's leg. "You've got me. I don't know." She moved her hand higher on Blanche's leg and squeezed it hard. "You've got a nice pair of thighs, Blanche, you know that?"

"I ought to. You've told me often enough." Blanche smiled when she uttered the words.

"Well, you have," Jane replied. "You have a pair of thighs that any queer ought to be glad to get between."

"I would prefer, Jane, that you wouldn't use the word 'queer.' "

Jane laughed tensely. "I forgot. You don't like to be blunt about our misfailings."

"Our what?" Blanche asked.

"Never mind. It's not important."

Blanche glanced at her sister. "You want another drink?"

"Another drink is not what I want, baby." Jane squeezed her sister's thigh again. "This is what I want."

Blanche grinned. "You want to cream me, Jane?"

"You can put it that way, if you want to."

Blanche stood up abruptly and undressed herself. When she was nude she sat down again but kept her legs tightly together. Looking at Jane she said, "Take off your clothing, Jane. You know I hate to fuck when we are dressed."

Jane laughed and began undressing. "Shall we do the right angle splits or would you prefer a tongue job?" She tossed her clothing aside.

"Both. Why limit ourselves?" Blanche replied.

Jane sat down and snuggled up to her sister. "Suck my titties will you, dear?"

Blanche sucked one of Jane's breasts briefly but released it and lay down on the thick carpeting, one leg held up as she rested on her side. "Come on, baby. Let's fuck. We don't want to waste time sucking tits."

Jane laughed and lay down on the carpeting also. Her head was pointed in the opposite direction from her sister's, but she, too, was on her side. She pulled her body into the classic "fuck" position that Lesbians use-one foot near her sister's face, the other at her back. Blanche's legs were similarly placed in relation to Jane's body. They clasped each other's hands and pulled their cunts together until they touched firmly. Their slits were at right angles to one another and this is why they referred to the position as the right angle splits, though their legs were not in the split position as it is referred to in professional dancing.

Now each woman began to suck in and let out her tummy, while at the same time slightly moving her ass. This was done to cause contact friction between their cunts. Their nubs became hard somewhat like a man's penis, though, of course, they were smaller and did not protrude very far. However, the protrusion was sufficient for the opposite nub to rub against its counterpart in a caressing manner. This rubbing made both women shiver with delight for the nub is extremely sensitive to friction, especially when it is caused by another nub. It would have been an odd sight for a non-Lesbian to have witnessed the manner in which these two women fucked each other. It would also have been an extremely exciting thing to watch. There is nothing, except for the sex act itself, that is as exciting as viewing someone else engaged in an active, passionate embrace.

Jane could feel the moisture and heat of Blanche's cunt as the younger sister wiggled her ass expertly while pulling on Jane's hands constantly. This clasping of hands was extremely important-it kept the two Lesbians in close contact crotch-wise. Sometimes they would almost literally pull the other woman's arms from her shoulder sockets. This happened only when one of them was attempting to achieve an orgasm but found the peak of passion not quite great enough to permit the pleasurable feeling. On rare occasions both Lesbians would experience this difficulty at the same time, and then the clasping of hands became something more than mere clasping of hands-it became a pulling match with the stronger woman gaining a greater spasm than the weaker one.

Jane pulled hard at Blanche's hands now. She forced herself to do this, though she didn't really feel the need of it. Jane was hot and confident she could achieve an orgasm easily. However, she pulled Blanche's hands hard for she knew that her sister liked her to do this on occasion, and Jane was an amiable, unselfish person generally.

"God, your twat is hot tonight, Jane," Blanche muttered as she rubbed her nub against Jane's.

"Oh, mine is just as it usually is," Jane replied. "I think it's you who has the hot twat, dear."

Blanche chuckled good-naturedly. "Afraid this is not going to make it for me, darling. Think we should turn around and mouth-fuck. I don't seem to be peaking at all."

"We just began," Jane told her. "Give it time to work. You can't expect to go off immediately. Besides, who wants to? It's more fun to keep it going a long time."

"I like to blow my nuts quickly, Janey, you know that."

"Then perhaps we should turn about and kiss."

"That's what I just said," Blanche replied. She let go of Jane's hands and got to her feet. "Let's do it in bed, dear. I like to lap cunt in bed better'n any other place."

"All right, Blanche." Jane got to her feet, also. The two women walked quickly to their bedroom, and soon they were on the bed in reverse position, on their sides, their heads between the other woman's thighs, their tongues working the wet places.

"God, I like this," Blanche muttered. "I could lap your cunt all night long."

"So could I, dear," Jane replied. "Get in there, honey. Use your tongue as only you can do it."

"Thanks for the compliment, but you're much better at it than I, Jane."

Jane rolled over on top of her sister, her face buried in her crotch, her tongue working her slit with all the expertise she possessed which was, as Blanche had said, considerable.

"Jesus, Jane, you're doing me up great tonight. Tell me, is your tongue actually hard or is it only my imagination?"

Jane was forced to stop tonguing her sister's cunt in order to answer. "I don't know. Sometimes I think my tongue does get hard like a guy's penis, but I suppose it is just imagination."

"It feels hard, honest it does. And long, too.

Did you know your tongue is longer sometimes than others?"

"Oh, sure. That's possible, you know. Well, it doesn't really get any longer. You just use more of it."

Blanche kissed her sister's cunt passionately. "I'm terribly hot tonight but can't seem to reach a peak, as I said before."

"Don't rush things so much, dear. I've told you that before, you remember? Sometimes the body, or the mind, just isn't ready to give out quickly with an orgasm. You know that."

"Oh, Jane, I wish I were as smart as you. You always have the answers to everything."

Jane laughed and kissed her sister's cunt. "Not quite, dear. Just once in a while." Blanche was always telling her how smart she was. Jane did not think she was particularly smart. There were many things of which she knew very little, but perhaps the recognition of one's own shortcomings was in itself an indication of intelligence.

"Tell me, Jane, do you ever long for a...man to get on top and ram his rod up you?"

"Sometimes, but it never lasts. I've had men on top of me, naked. I've told you that, I think. Men don't do much for me. I did have an orgasm with a man once when I was quite young, but it is not to be compared with the ones I've experienced with you, dear." Jane paused. "Why did you ask that?"

"Just curious. I've never had a man on top of me."

"Well, for Pete's sake, if that's what you want, go find one. There are men all over the place and any one of them would give his right arm to crawl on top of a lush, round body like yours, Blanche." Jane pushed Blanche's leg away from her head and sat up on the bed, pushing her hair back from her face. She didn't know if she should be very angry at Blanche or not. She decided she would be. After all, they had been in the process of making love. Incestuous, oral love, to be sure, but love nonetheless. Blanche should know better than to drag up the subject of man-fucking. If a Lesbian wanted to try out a man for a change of pace, that was one thing; but to discuss having men on top of one when one was indulging...well, that was quite another matter. Jane climbed out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Are you mad at me, Jane?" Blanche called after her.

Jane stopped in her tracks and turned around to survey her sister coolly. "Any reason why I shouldn't be?"

"I was only curious, Jane. I know you don't like my discussing men when we're fucking, but

I wasn't doing it to annoy you. Honest to God, I wasn't." Blanche was sitting up on the bed now, one leg folded under her lush body, her great breasts standing out prominently. Blanche was a beautiful hunk of womanhood and Jane knew it. For that matter, all the Blanchard women were beautiful, even Jane, but Jane knew she was the least favored of the four. "Jane," Blanche went on, "where are you going? Please come back to the bed and let me kiss your cunt, dear."

"I am going to the bathroom," Jane said, her tone still cool. "Is that all right? I mean, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?"

Blanche's fingers fluttered to her mouth. "Oh, dear, you are mad at me. I can tell you are." She shook her head negatively. "Please don't be mad at me, Jane. I'm so very fond of you, you know. When you become angry at me something terrible happens inside me."

Jane softened her tone of voice when she spoke. "I'm not really angry, Blanche. It's just that I don't like having men brought up when I'm indulging in sexual intercourse. You know my feelings about this. I should think the least you could do would be to knock off the man talk at such times."

"I didn't mean to offend you, Jane dear."

Jane sighed. "I'm going to the bathroom.

When I return we can start all over again, if you want to. If you don't want to, that's perfectly all right with me, Blanche." Jane knew that the best way to handle Blanche was to pretend she didn't care a hang one way or another if they had sex together. This sort of treatment usually made Blanche very anxious to indulge. Entering the bathroom, she pretended to use the toilet, dropping the seat so that the sound of it could be easily heard by Blanche. She then studied herself in the mirror, applied a small bit of make-up, washed her hands, flushed the toilet, waited another few moments and then re-entered the bedroom.

She was amused to catch Blanche masturbating. Blanche, apparently, did not see Jane come into the room for she kept on with her finger work, panting a bit as she did so.

"Are you pretending your finger is a cock or a tongue, Blanche, dear?" Jane asked loudly.

Blanche's face turned very red instantly, and she yanked her finger out of her cunt. "I thought you were in the bathroom," she said sullenly.

"Nuts," Jane replied. "You heard me flush the toilet and re-enter the bedroom. Why do you try to kid me, Blanche, dear? If you want to practice exhibitionism, please feel free to do so. Now then, put your finger back into your cunt and masturbate. I rather think I should enjoy seeing your self-passion."

"I'd rather have your tongue in my box," Blanche cried. "Why did you run away after getting me worked up?"

"I didn't run away, not really. I admit I was a bit angry, but I got over it. Would you like me to sit on your face. I'll spread my cunt and fit it over your nose and chin and mouth and...."

"Don't just talk, Jane. Get on top of me and let me suck your cunt. You know how hot I am."

Jane got on the bed and moved up until she was straddling Blanche's tits. "You have a very comfortable place to sit," she said. "What I mean, your tits are soft to the ass."

"Why don't you stick one of my tit nipples up your asshole, Jane dear?" Blanche asked, excitement in her tone.

"Won't work, dear. Besides, wouldn't you rather thrust your tongue into my cunt?"

"Yes, of course, Jane. Move up a bit so I can reach it with my lips."

Jane placed her hands on her hips and looked down at her sister. She smiled at the large-breasted woman. "You do like to suck cunts, don't you, Blanche?"

Her sister hesitated. "Yes. You taught me to suck. It was your idea in the first place."

Jane moved up a bit and sat down lightly on Blanche's face. "Now do a good job with your tongue, dear." She made no reference to the remark Blanche had just thrown at her. "I want a nice orgasm, do you hear? Make me blow my nuts, baby. Do a good job."

"I usually do, don't I?"

Jane closed her eyes and leaned forward a little resting her weight on her hands. As Blanche's tongue touched her in certain sensitive spots, Jane moaned and began to wiggle her hips about ever so little. Blanche held her tongue practically motionless now and permitted Jane to enjoy herself. Jane knew how to do it. She would suck her tummy in and then project it far out only to suck it in again immediately. At the same time, she wiggled her ass in a circular fashion. This caused her cunt to move about on Blanche's stiffly held tongue. Blanche was very good at holding a certain set position with her long tongue, and Jane, of course, knew exactly how to utilize it.

Jane cried out wildly a few moments later. She hit her peak quickly and the suddenness of it made her weak and shaky, so much so that she could scarcely continue her movements.

"Just hold still, dear, and Blanche will finish you up," Blanche cried, her tongue darting furiously in and out of the wet slit. "Hold still, Jane. Believe it or not, I think I'm going to come, too. Oh...my God...."

Jane turned about quickly, momentarily breaking contact with her sister's tongue, but she soon settled back down, sitting on Blanche's face again and once more Blanche's tongue began to dart in and out of the wet cunt.

Jane moaned and fell over flat on her tummy, her face buried in her sister's damp crotch. They were performing a perfect sixty-nine, their thighs pressing the heads of the other, each of their tongues thrusting deeply into a slippery twat. Jane and Blanche were not of this world now.

They were lost in another world-the world of intense passion that obliterates all other worlds.