Chapter 11
While Jane and Blanche were busy pleasing each other, their sisters, Liz and Dory, were in a downtown bar sitting in a rear booth and sipping drinks. Liz, the blonde and Dory, the brunette, were busy eyeing the other women in the place. Much to their disgust, it appeared that all of the likely-looking females were accompanied by males, while the ugly broads were alone. Neither Liz nor Dory wanted anything to do with ugly-looking broads. They, themselves, were attractive women just as their sisters Jane and Blanche were. Being beautiful, they found it practically impossible to be attracted to girls who were not. This was not a snobbish thing with them-it was simply a fact of life.
Liz poked Dory in the ribs. "Looks like we're going to make love to each other again tonight."
Dory grinned. "Well, what's so terrible about that?" She lowered her voice a little. "I'd rather have you than anyone else. You know that."
Liz squeezed Dory's leg under the table. "What are we doing here? Nothing here to interest us, is there?"
"You said it might be fun to pick up some strange pussy for a change." Dory pressed her legs together capturing her sister's hand.
"Yeah, but not any of these ugly goddamned broads. Come on. Let's go home and get some good pussy."
Dory smiled. "All right. Lead the way to the car."
When they arrived at their apartment, they were not at all surprised to see Blanche sitting on Jane's lap on the sofa. She was playing with Jane's breasts while Jane was playing with hers. The two women looked up when their sisters entered the apartment, grinned at them, and went on with their breast business. Liz squeezed Dory's arm.
"Hot sight, that, eh?" she said softly.
Dory laughed softly. "Not the first time we've seen them doing that, baby."
Their bodies glistened with sweat. "I'll bet they've been fucking each other, what do you think?"
"Silly. Of course they've been fucking. What else is there to do?"
"Let's strip off our clothing, sit on the other end of the sofa and do the same thing Jane and Blanche are doing. Okay?"
"Nuts. I want more action than that."
Liz smiled. "Okay. I'm with you on that. I just thought sitting there on the other end of the sofa, all bare-naked and everything, might be fun."
Jane called over to them. "Why don't you do that? We don't mind, do we, Blanche baby?"
Blanche said, "Of course not," but she scarcely looked at Liz and Dory.
"Of course we could undress here, couldn't we?" Dory suggested.
"Right," Liz said and began to pull off her clothing hastily.
Dory also removed her clothing and soon both women were stark naked, their breasts much in evidence, their bellies flat and inviting-looking, their limbs shapely. No question about it. There were four beautiful women in the room. One would have had to search far and wide to find a room with four lovelier females.
Liz sat on the floor and stared at Jane and Blanche. Dory did likewise, after a moment's hesitation. Liz let her hand rest on Dory's thigh for a second and then moved it higher. Dory sighed and parted her legs as her sister's fingers began to poke at her cunt. Liz was making somewhat of a face as if she were straining to do this, but Dory knew she was not really straining. The face-making was simply a characteristic of her sister, a thing she did when she was extremely interested in accomplishment.
Dory leaned forward a little and took one of Liz's tits in her mouth and sucked it gently. This appeared to be highly exciting to Jane and Blanche, for now they were the ones doing the staring.
"Why don't we join you two on the floor?" Jane asked, as Blanche nodded in agreement.
"Come on," Liz cried, looking first at Dory to see if she, too, was agreeable. She was. "The more the better. We can have a four-way, lovely suck-fest."
The four women were together on the floor now, stretched out and lying on their sides. Liz had her face pressed against Dory's cunt; Dory was running her tongue over the crotch area of Jane, while Jane was doing the same to Liz.
Blanche, of course, was tonguing the cunt of Dory. All four sisters were breathing heavily, and there was a good deal of moaning and groaning. All began to perspire as they continued to suck up an orgasm on each other. Bodies began to twitch and jerk, cries were heard.
"Jesus," Jane cried out, "this is really something else."
The room was actually filled with slurping sounds.
"God," Dory yelled, "this is the best, ever."
Evidently all four of the sisters obtained orgasms, for some minutes later they lay still until Liz got to her feet, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand to Dory, who took it, and together they left the main room and went to their bedroom. Immediately, Liz returned and picked up their clothing, returning to the bedroom. She hung up the clothes and climbed into bed beside her sister, who was already fast asleep, "That's for me, too, baby. A hot session like we just had makes me want to sleep my head off." Liz turned out the light and drifted off to sleep quickly.
She wakened after a time and sat up in bed. She scratched her head absently and got out of bed without quite realizing why she was doing so. She put on a robe that hung on the back of the bedroom door and opening the door stepped out into the front room. The sisters always left a night light on, and it was on presently. Liz yawned and went to the bar where she poured herself a drink, sipping it in an absent-minded manner. She heard a sound off to her left and glanced in that direction to see Jane coming out of the bedroom she shared with Blanche. Jane waved to her and ran over to the bar, her robe clinging excitingly to her body as she did so.
"Great minds have similar thoughts, I see," Jane said. "I woke up wanting a drink. Same thing happen to you, Liz?"
"Something like that. I guess I thought a drink would help me go back to sleep."
"How did you and Dory make out? Did you meet anyone at a bar, I mean?"
"No. Nobody there but a bunch of fat-assed broads."
Jane stretched her arms high above her head. "What are you drinking, Liz?"
"I don't know...whiskey...that bottle there."
Jane poured herself a drink from the same bottle. She lifted her glass to Liz. "Cheers," she said, and took a sip.
"Yeah, same to you," Liz replied, and also took a sip of her drink.
Jane suddenly downed all of her drink and put the glass down firmly on the bar top. "Liz, let's you and I cut capers, as we used to say when we were kids."
"All right, but wait till I have a couple of drinks. I seem to be short on energy tonight for some reason."
"It couldn't have been our four-way fest. That didn't require much energy. It was too much of a bust."
Liz was startled. "Didn't you enjoy yourself? I thought we all did pretty well."
Jane shrugged. "Oh, it was okay. I shouldn't have said that."
"You and Blanche seemed to be having a good time together earlier."
"Yeah, I like Blanche. She gets hot pants very easily. I'd say she was a good piece of ass."
Liz laughed. "She's that, all right."
Jane looked searchingly at Liz. "You're not so bad yourself."
Liz lifted her brows and took another sip of her drink. "What's that-a proposition?"
Jane shrugged. "Sure, why not? I haven't been in your pants, sis, in let's see, how long-a mouth? Has it been a month?"
"Could be," Liz admitted. "Dory and I have been concentrating on each other lately. I don't know why."
"I understand. That's the way it goes some-
Liz finished her drink and poured another for herself. Then, seeing Jane's glass was empty, she half-filled it. Both women used plain water for a mix. They raised glasses, clinking them. "Cheers," Liz said gaily.
"Cheers," returned Jane. They drank from their glasses until the glasses were empty. "Now," Jane said, after a moment's pause, "would you like to pull your robe apart and rub tits with me?"
Liz smiled and moved from in back of the bar. She pulled open her robe and put her hands on her sister's hips. Jane opened her robe and revealed her breasts, also. She placed her hands on Liz's hips and the two of them shook their shoulders back and forth. This caused their breasts to jounce about and strike against the other's. They often did this when they were young girls, and sometimes they did it now more for laughs than anything else. However, even though it was a rather silly thing to do, each giggled as her tits bounced against the other girl's. They collapsed into each other's arms and laughed hilariously a moment later.
"I feel like fifteen again," Liz cried.
"Yeah, me, too."
"Want to sit on the sofa with me?" Liz asked seriously.
Jane had stopped laughing. She eyed her sister oddly. "Feel like a bit of hanky-panky, Liz?"
Liz smiled and went to the sofa and sat on it. She patted the spot next to where she sat. Jane smiled and walked to the sofa and sat beside her sister. Both women were still exposing their breasts, and they would have looked curious to a stranger. Liz's hand went to Jane's thigh and her fingers squeezed the flesh. Jane sighed and placed her hand on Liz's leg. From that moment on, their passions grew, and soon they were off the sofa and on the floor, lying on their sides, in reverse position, each mouth seeking out the cunt of the other woman's.
They went down on each other quietly, efficiently. Neither saw the bedroom doors opening. Neither saw their two sisters standing in the bedroom doorways.
Blanche and Dory, both naked, walked across the room as if they had rehearsed it. They sank to the floor near their sisters and began to tongue the asshole of each, with Dory tonguing Liz and Blanche tonguing Jane.
This bizarre scene lasted for some twenty minutes during which there was much grunting, moaning and crying out as certain sensitive areas were well massaged. In classic style, the sisters changed partners more than once, ending up with Liz tonguing the asshole of Dory and Jane doing the same to Blanche. Blanche was lapping the cunt of Liz and Dory was performing the same on Jane. It was all very exciting, very stimulating and, to them, real. To an outsider watching the scene, it may have seemed like a sexual incestuous Twilight Zone.
However, there were no outsiders to view it.
There were only the four sweating, sucking, tonguing sisters, all of them interested in one thing only-achieving one more orgasm.
Which they did-time and time again.
It was inevitable that they would end up in a "sandwich" situation. One woman lay on the bottom, her tummy facing upward, her cunt being massaged hotly by the darting tongue of the woman on top, whose own cunt was being tongued from the rear by the third woman. The third woman lay on her tummy while she did her thing. Her cunt was tongued by the last woman, the top deck of the four-deck sandwich, and all of them helped to hold their bodies up by pressing against the floor with their hands, if they could reach the floor with their hands; if not, then with their feet.
A photographer could have had a field day snapping shots of these passion-driven sisters. But there was, of course, no photographer. There was only passion and more passion. It appeared to have no end.
This was precisely the way they preferred it to be.