Chapter 2
Terry looked up, eyes filmed over with arousal, lips fluttered. "Ohmigod," she said, "we can't-not here-"
"Yes," Susan nodded, "of course we can."
"No, no," Terry stammered, "I mean, what if Jesse comes in and finds us like this? Let's-let's go to the bedroom. Oh, hurry, please, hurry! I can't believe this is happening!"
And with that, she slid off the sofa, standing, erect but wobbly. Susan arose too, and she took Terry's hand. "To bed," Susan agreed. "But you'd better hold onto your ears, big sister, because I'm going to do my goddamnedest to fuck them right off your head." They shared a sweet, lingering kiss, and then they were running, hand in hand, into the bedroom, Terry slamming the door behind them.
Both of them were virtually bare to the waist now, Terry completely and Susan with her silk shirt unbuttoned, tits jutting forth saucily. They stripped silently, Terry peeling out of her tight jeans, standing for a moment wearing only a pair of plain, pink panties. Quickly, she threw her $80 shirt to the floor, unbuttoned her $100 pants, and let them slide down her long legs. Underneath, she wore only a pair of flower-spotted French-cut panties. She stepped out of the fallen trousers, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her undies, and started to slide them down her long slender thighs.
They looked like sisters, though they were assembled on slightly different frames. Terry was about five-five, with large breasts and a generous, ripely-built ass. Her thighs were plump and a little short in proportion to her torso, but it was a good effect, all the same, for it kept her big tits from seeming too enormous. Susan stood five-seven in her bare feet, and her body was slender, as a television actress' body must be.
But they had the same faces, the same hair. The gray-blue eyes, the sun-burnt golden tresses" the small tip-tilted noses, the wide, moist-lipped mouths, even the same dimple in their chins. And they were sisters, about to enjoy themselves with total freedom. Susan opened her arms and Terry came stumbling toward her, sobbing, panting. They swept together in a kiss and that kiss eased them onto Terry's large, bed. Squirming, Susan managed to get Terry onto her back, and she pressed down with her mouth, at the same time fondling her sister's body, squeezing first one large tit, then the other. Susan worked her hand into Terry's underpants, squeezed up a fistful of pussy, then lifted her face.
"The dresser drawer," Terry panted, "look in the top dresser drawer."
By stretching, Susan could reach the drawer without letting go of her sister's hair-fleeced puss. "What am I looking for?" she asked.
"The vibrator," Terry sighed, closing her thighs on Susan's fist. "Oh, the vibrator, baby!"
Susan leaned back. The dresser drawer hung open. "I don't need a vibrator," she announced haughtily. "And you fucking don't need one as long as you have me." With that, she peeled the panties down Terry's legs, baring the crotch and its luxurious crop of dark hair. Beads of bubbly cuntal moisture were noticeable among the curls, leaking from Terry's hungry slit.
"Take mine off," she said, turning to Terry. "Take off my panties and kiss my cunt."
Terry sat up, slid Susan's panties down, and immediately thrust her face into the fuzzy patch the dropped pants had revealed. "What happened to your hair?" she asked, tickling the edges of Susan's beaver.
Susan giggled. "Producers like to put me in bikinis," she said, "and the tube still isn't liberal enough to have a bikini girl with her bush hanging out. So I keep it trimmed into a neat little hedge. You like?"
"I like," Terry replied. "Mmmmmm, I like! And she began to nuzzle with her lips and chin once more, rubbing up and down Susan's cuntal crease. "Oh," she said, looking up. "I think I've forgotten how. It's been so long...."
"You haven't forgotten," Susan grinned. "It's like swimming. You learn it once and you have it for life. And if my memory serves me right, big sister, you learned it fantastically. So you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to sit on your pretty face and grind my snatch against your mouth till your amnesia clears up. Wanta bet on how long it will take you to remember?"
"No way," Terry simpered, lying back. "Why don't you put your cunny where my mouth is?" And she opened her mouth, tongue flipping about like a come-on signal.
Squealing with glee, Susan mounted her sister's face and started to do exactly what she'd promised. She pressed her twat down upon Terry's mouth, and she felt that magic tongue go into action. Sixteen years, it had been, but Terry hadn't lost the art or the knack. Her fingers came to rest on the flanges of Susan's pussy, splitting the moist mushy lips, and her tongue shot inside, spearing its way up Susan's hole with a frenzy. Susan moaned as the tongue tested her cuntal depths and she braced herself with one hand on the bed's headboard. The other hand she thrust down, into her crotch, squeezing with two tense fingers at the throbbing button of her clitoris.
Terry ate with greed and gusto, making loud smacking noises. She hadn't forgotten about clits either. Her tongue knocked Susan's fingers out of the way and established a beachhead on the pulsating red button. She licked it and licked it and each separate flick of her tongue sent fresh spasms of delirium running through Susan's body. "Suck me, oh, suck me," Susan groaned, swiveling her hips and working her snatch round and round on Terry's hungry lips and tongue.
God, that tongue! It hadn't lost a fucking bit of skill in the sixteen years since its last visit to Susan's pussy. It seemed to know every erogenous zone in Susan's hole by heart, and it managed to visit each of them in proper turn, paying special attention to the throbbing target presented by Susan's juicy clitoris. Raising her head a little, Terry got the clit between her lips and she sucked it, sucked it as voraciously as she'd sucked it that very first time, all those many years ago, in a house not five blocks from here, while their spinster aunt sat downstairs in all innocence.
We haven't lost it, Susan told herself gleefully. We haven't lost a particle of it! She used her free hand to stroke her tits and fondle her stiff aching nipples as Terry continued to eat, but her own tongue itched and her lips were dry, thirsty. They longed to wet themselves in something sweet and juicy and she could smell something wet and juicy, very near.
With a groan, Susan jerked herself up, off Terry's face. Terry raised her head, following, tongue still anxious to get inside Susan's hole, and it was hell to miss, even for a moment, that sweet, lingual contact. Susan reversed herself as quickly as she could, and now they were in position for a sixty-nine. She settled down upon Terry's prone body and her face moved into the lush hairy spread of Terry's bush even as her pussy settled once more upon Terry's hungry mouth. With eager strokes of her tongue, with fast fingers plying and tickling from the flank, the sisters feasted on each other's pussies.
Terry's hole was full of hot wet juice and Susan's tongue drank it with a sluttish, greedy anxiety. She couldn't bear the thought of missing out on even one droplet of the musky-scented pussy goo. Her tongue shot into Terry's hole, again and again, and she licked deeper than it seemed possible for a tongue to invade a twat. Terry's pussy was a bottomless well, sucking Susan's tongue ever further, and the muscles rippled as Susan worked vigorously.
Terry's hands were on her ass, mauling the firm slender buttocks, digging into the ripe tanned flesh that had been kissed to a glorious bronze by the California sun. She spread the cheeks, and her tongue slithered like a wet, horny snake up and down Susan's crack, licking all her sister's sexual parts. Now the snatch and its tender, swollen lips. Now the clitoris, tingly and tense with excited arousal. And, when Susan least expected it, Terry would lift her head slightly and burrow with her tongue at the tiny pink pucker of Susan's asshole, working furiously as if she meant to fuck her way into that snug little hole. Not that Susan was virginal in the asshole. Tongues, fingers, cocks, and even a few rather kinky intruders had visited her there in the past, but not often, and almost never had she felt the excitement she was feeling now, as her sister worked lustfully at her anal opening.
"Christ!" Susan yipped happily. Terry's tongue was back where it belonged-where it really belonged, punching in and out of Susan's cunt like a jackhammer ripping into concrete. Deep, hard, swift strokes. God, thrusting up her, testing, exploring places Susan was positive she'd never been licked before in all her life.
She'd been fucked by men who couldn't use their dicks a tenth as well as Terry used her tongue, and she made a quick, firm mental resolve that she would never again be fucked by any man who didn't meet the standards Terry was establishing right now.
She hadn't expected that within an hour of walking through her sister's front door she and Terry would be naked and rolling on the bed with their faces buried in one another's snatches. But it was happening, and it ought to be happening, damn it! It felt so fucking good, eating, being eaten, feeling Terry's thighs all warm and ripe and sweat-filmy, rubbing her cheeks while she dipped endlessly into Terry's bottomless well of a twat. They were sisters, and they loved one another, and what better way could they prove that fact, she and Terry? Susan slurped honey from her sister's cunt hole and her long pointed tongue stabbed into the sweet-lipped gash, hungry for more.
She worked in her finger as well. "Mmmmmm," she purred, blowing through the thick clump of hair on Terry's cuntal hillock. Terry was awfully tight inside, snatch like a mousetrap. As tight as when they'd been teenaged virgins, tenderly fingering one another's holes and taking care not to break cherries and make little rivers of blood flow from overabused slashes. Susan could go a lot deeper with her finger now, and with a little effort she could get two fingers into Terry, but the fit was snug and she felt Terry buck and convulse, heard the cry of passionate delight that burst through her sister's lips and ricocheted off the splay of her own cunt.
Terry's "AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH" of joy resonated endlessly, seemed to roll like a storm cloud through Susan's pussy, to vibrate again and again on the tip of Susan's throbbing clit. Susan moaned in counterpoint harmony, thrust her snatch back until it socked Terry right on the moaning mouth, and she felt the hungry lips begin to eat her once more, eat her gluttonously, and it was fine, better than fine, it was almost perfect.
Jesus, Susan thought, there's too much! I can't handle it! Sixty-nine was really divine when you had all the time in the world, lolling on a bed of pleasure, two bodies in no hurry to get where all bodies longed to meet, in the bucking throes of sweet orgasm. But after sixteen years? There was so much built up inside her, so much desire, so consuming a hunger-she couldn't concentrate on eating and on being eaten at the same time. "Leggo," she moaned hopelessly, tearing her twat loose from Terry's grasping mouth.
She slithered down the bed, looking over her shoulder. Terry's hair hadn't been combed to begin with, but it was a mess now. Terry looked absolutely gorgeous. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, and her eyes were glazed with lust, and there was a glistening ring of moisture around her mouth. She kept licking her lips, smacking her lips, making sweet sounds of luscious agony. She was clutching her big, stiff-nippled tits, and as Susan turned around, she could see the froth of cunt juice on her sister's split pussy. Terry's legs were wide, and the red lips of her gash showed, even amid the heavy fleece of dark brown hair that covered Teresa's loins. Susan shifted around, threw herself onto her belly between those spread-eagled legs, and she rammed her face once more into Terry's breach.
Terry's cunt leaped up to meet her. Susan grabbed her sister from beneath, cupping buttocks as they lifted, and she ground her face avidly into Terry's creaming twat. The tangy tart woman juice was oozing from the slitted cleft, and Susan drenched her nose and mouth and chin in the sweet-flavored orgasmic rivulet. Her nose touched Terry's clitoris maybe five times, but each of those little bumping caresses was eloquent beyond its humility. Terry screamed in delight and hooked one thigh around Susan's head. Her thighs were full and slightly fat, and they were also dripping with hot sweat. When they touched Susan's neck, the legs seemed to glue themselves to her flesh.
Her body was afire with sensuality and she could have accepted that connection as a permanent thing. The musky woman-scented smell of Terry floated up and enfolded her, and she just kept eating, eating, her tongue snaking into Terry and out again, licking up to anoint the clitoris with still another gleamy bubble of saliva. First a lick, then a suck, and the clitty jiggling against the tip of her tongue like a Mexican jumping bean. Terry moaning and humping and whimpering, "Eat me, sis, oh, God, will you fucking eat meeeeee?"
There was the slightly wicked, more than slightly exciting thrill they had both felt as young girls exploring their newfound passions on one another's bodies, but there was something else, too-a mature, blossomed sense of their identities as women. They weren't children any longer. They weren't curious virgins. They were women, grown and matured women, and in their individual ways.
She got her thumbs onto the flanges of Terry's gash, spread the lips as widely as they'd go, till there seemed a clear and present danger of actually ripping the vaginal slice. And then she jammed her face into the slick, wet pinkness she had exposed.
Susan ate it all. She even repaid her sister by licking down, across the cunt into the tightly clenched coil of Terry's anus, and the giggly shriek Terry made was a reward to cherish.
But principally, she wanted pussy. There were days, not frequent days, when she really got off on licking assholes and tonguing the secondary sexual openings of lucky partners, but this wasn't one of them. Her belly hungered for cunt and for cuntal juices, and Terry's twat had more than its share, possibly enough to satiate even the gluttonous ravenings that boiled inside Susan Caton. She opened her mouth widely, sucked at the split of Terrys twat, and her tongue fluttered back and forth across the slick greasy flesh.
Beneath her, Terry was bucking like a bronco, making sounds that seemed impossible for the human throat to voice. The heat of Terry's cunthole had increased noticeably, even during the last couple of heartbeats. Orgasm was astir inside Teresa, about to boil over the sides of the kettle. And when that happened-when that happened, Susan's mouth was going to be right there, sucking, licking, lapping, drinking every drop of the sweet cuntal fluid that oozed from Terry's twat. She'd slurp madly at the cum she had teased out of Terry's ovaries, and it would be good, oh, Jesus, it would be better than it had ever been!
When Terry came, it was with shrieked "GODDDDDDD" rolling from her lips in a torrent almost as fast as the leakage of juice from her pussy. She punctuated the shrieks with an occasional, throatily husked "Jeeeeessssuuuusssss!"
Terry thrashed and rolled and fought, but her hands were on Susan's head, and she made damned sure Susan didn't get away from the job until it was finished. She seemed to come forever, Susan thought, and there was a slight trace of resentment in Sue's mind, for she was anxious to get the favor repaid as soon as possible. Her own cunt was afire with passion and she didn't think she could live another five minutes unless her hole were stuffed full and overflowing with fingers and tongue. But you've had it good, she reminded herself. You've never had to do without. Terry needs it, and if you can make her happy, wipe away some of those lines around her eyes and her mouth, show her that she's got someone who loves her. And so she kept eating, using every nuance of tonguework she had acquired during the past sixteen years. She'd come a long way since her last suck session with Terry, and it was Terry who was reaping the benefits.
But even the greatest comes can't last forever, and slowly, gradually, Teresa slumped. She seemed to melt where she lay on the bed, melt into a glowing, glossy-skinned pool of satiated woman, and she was beautiful, Susan appreciated, mature and beautiful. Susan went up onto her knees and her fingers lightly massaged her sister's skin. She touched that little roll of fat around Terry's middle, plied it till Teresa giggled through her exhaustion. Her hands separated, one of them sliding up Terry's wet abdomen to stroke the large, wet-nippled tits from beneath, the other moving over the sucked-out cunt, onto the moist flesh of Terry's plump thighs. Terry sighed, "Oh, God, Susan, you're starting to turn me on all over again...."
"That was my general intention," Susan laughed. "And it's my turn, big sister, I want to come, too." She took Terry's hand, pressed it to her bare, hard-nippled breasts, made the fingers do a little pincher number on her tits. Terry sat up, sighing heavily, and the sisters came together in a hot, salivating kiss that turned Susan's brain to jelly. She felt herself drowning in Terry's mouth, but such a sweet way to go! Taking Terry with her, she eased onto the bed until she was lying on her side. The sisters ground their bodies together, tits crushed against tits, wet bellies oozing against each other, pussy hair entwining as crotches bumped back and forth. Terry had her tongue in Susan's mouth and one leg thrown around her sister's body, and they played their bodies together for a long sweet time.
"Hey," Susan called as Terry slid off the bed and dived into the open dresser drawer with both hands. "Come back here."
Terry spun on her bare toes. "Need this," she said, and she was holding a vibrator. A nice-looking one, as vibrators went, creamy white in color, about nine inches long, conical in shape. Terry stroked the tool with her other hand, and she rubbed it lovingly against her cheek. She kissed the pointy tip of it. "I have sleeves, too," she volunteered. "Shaped for pleasure. One's made in the form of a cock, with the biggest fattest knob you've ever seen. Another has little rubber frills up and down, and when you get those inside you and the vibrator starts to hum and-"
"Mmmmm, no," Susan purred, stretching her hand toward Terry. "I told you, I don't dig vibrators. Do me nice. All by yourself. The way you used to do me. Remember?"
First she touched Susan's lips with the end of the tool. It was still warm and moist from the kiss Terry had planted on it, and Susan could taste her sister's saliva on the plastic. Still, she thought, giving it a polite little lick, she didn't care for vibrators. She'd tried them, but never with any great deal of interest. Who needed a machine when you could get yourself a real live cock, a prick that got hard and hot and salty in your mouth, that rampaged like a mustang in your tight sucking pussy and finally vomited out a lot of hot sticky cum?
Susan closed her eyes dreamily, felt the silent vibrator trailing across her face, down her neck, onto the curves of her tits. Not so bad, she thought. Not so bad at all. Terry moved the thing with a knowing sense of control.
"Jesus!" Susan blurted. Terry had touched one of her nipples with the tip of the dildo, and there was a sudden buzz, just like the one she'd felt in her palm, a buzz that tingled rapidly against her nip, made it spring up even tauter, stiffer. The buzz stopped but not the racing of Susan's heart. Terry moved across her cleavage, did the same thing to Susan's other titty. Again, the sudden buzz was unexpected, lasted only a second or two, and sent shivers through Susan's body. "Hey," she said with a twinkle, "that's not bad. What else can you do with it?"
"Lots of things," Terry said, "but I don't have time to show them all to you. Let me get you off. I know how to do it, and you'll be screaming like a whipped bitch. So now it's your turn to hold onto your ears, little sister, because I'm gonna fuck you blind!"
She turned on the machine, brought it down Susan's belly in a straight line that was zeroed in on the tip of Susan's fringe of pussy fur. When the vibrator skimmed across her clitoris, Susan screamed. She'd been pussy-vibrated before, but it had never felt like this. Maybe it wasn't the vibrator at all. Maybe it was the person who was using it. Whatever, she knew that everything was going to be just fine. She spread her thighs a little more widely, making her pussy pucker open, and Terry's fingers caressed the winking slice, wetting themselves in Susan's oozy, sticky moisture.
The next thing she felt was the tip of the buzzing vibrator, in her gate, spreading her hole into an oval of acceptance, and the thing was actually sliding up her twat. Susan held her breath as the penetration began, and she could feel the sex tool quarter-inching its way into her pussy tube. "If you're gonna stick it in," she said, releasing her breath in a gush, "stick the fucking thing in! Don't play around with me!"
"Playing around is so much fun," Terry argued pettishly, making a pouty-face. And instead of jamming the tool up Susan, she worked it out with a twist of her wrist. The vibrator buzzed in circles as it left Susan, and Susan groaned.
Terry lifted her sister's left thigh, braced her shoulder against the back of Susan's leg. "Lift your other leg," she said huskily, and Susan did. It too came to rest against Terry's other shoulder. Terry reached in with one hand, using her fingers to separate the tight-clench of Susan's buttocks.
Susan squirmed, knowing what was going to happen.
She nibbled her lip in anticipation, and she could feel her tummy all tingly and full of butterflies, but when the vibrator thrust hard against her asshole, she groaned and clutched at her tits. Her ass and legs were up, her head and shoulders down. She had small tits, but she could just barely manage, in her position, to touch her nipples with the very tip of her tongue. She felt a buzz there, too, even though the strain of that contortion left her too achy in the neck to do it again.
She looked up, saw Terry smiling. "Want to see me do mine?" she asked, turning off the vibrator. Terry cupped her right tit from beneath, lifted it, leaned in toward the stiff brown nipple. Her tongue scraped across it, left a silvery bubble of spit, and then she stretched her neck a little more and the end of her tit, that juicy brown nipple, was in her mouth and she was actually sucking herself, eyes closed, a sweet lovely blush standing out on her cheeks. "Still," Terry sighed, releasing her nipple, "it's a lot nicer when you do it."
"Speaking of do it," Susan moaned helplessly, squeezing and pinching her small but sensitive teats, "why in the goddamned hell don't you? To me, I mean?"
"Oh," Terry said innocently. "Like this?" She picked up the vibrator and she stared at it for a moment-an eternal moment, it seemed to Susan, who panted in anticipation-and then she thrust it vigorously into her sister's cunt, burying at least four inches of the plastic tool in Susan's snug wet hole. Susan's eyes bulged and she started to hump back and forth against the mechanical intruder, the end of which was firmly grasped in Terry's fist. Susan could feel an extra inch or two of plastic slip into her cunt as she moved, and there was a delicious sense of friction down there, despite the sloppy wetness of her pussy. She wasn't nearly as tight as her sister-she hadn't been three years between cocks, damn it!-and the diddler wasn't quite so thick, so filling, as she could have wished. "Move it around," she suggested. "Let me feel it all over."
"Who's fucking you?" Terry countered. And she flipped the button on the base of the vibrator. For perhaps thirty seconds it buzzed madly at top speed inside Susan, and the younger woman flopped about wildly, thumping her heels on her sister's shoulder blades. She lunged up, sucked in another inch of the vibrating dildo, felt the tremors run all the way up her pussy and out again, and then the buzzing stopped abruptly and she had only a silent plastic cock in her cunt.
"Damn," she sighed. There was a sense of anticlimax.
But only for a moment. Terry grasped the dildo firmly and she started to work it inside her sister. Like shifting gears on the Maserati, Susan thought in one of her few remaing lucid moments. Not even a real cock could move around like that inside a snatch. A real cock was anchored to a man's body and there was a certain limit to its freedom of motion. Terry was reaming her, using the buzz-button at unexpected moments. Once or twice the machine hummed into life while its rounded edge was pressed against Susan's clitoris, and the sensations that engulfed Susan then were almost unendurable.
Terry shifted her attack and the buzzing point was bumping the rear of her pussy, the barrel of the machine humming at the lower edge of Susan's cleft. And then Terry just gave it to her straight, in-out, in-out, that goddamned buzzing tool thrusting seven or eight inches into Susan and pulling out, only to come slamming home again, hitting her where she really lived. It's not the meat, it's the motion, Susan reflected. But there wasn't any meat. It was all motion, then, and Terry had the motion perfected. "Fuck me," Susan whimpered. "Really really fuck me." She gasped, and her lungs seemed to collapse. She couldn't breathe. "I think I'm going to come," she cried. "Oh, Terrrrrrrr...."
She had to have a cigarette when it was done, but her hands were so shaky she couldn't even light it and Terry had to do it for her. "I'm good with machines," Terry said. "Thank God I'm good with machines." She sat up, naked, beaded here and there with lingering bubbles of sweat. The delightful fragrance of pussy was still present in the bedroom, but the smoke from Susan's cigarette was beginning to replace the earlier aroma. "Why?" Terry said, looking away. "Why did that have to happen?"
"Because it was right and natural," Susan said, slipping her arm around Terry's shoulder. She kissed her sister on the neck, nuzzled her ear. "It was good. Good for you, good for me. Did you feel me coming? The way my muscles clenched that fucking dildo? I didn't think we'd ever be able to get it out of me. And you came, too. I tasted your honey all over my tongue. It was sweet and beautiful and I'm glad."
"I'm not," Terry said. Her body seemed cool, almost too cool, as if she were slowly freezing from the inside out. "I wish you hadn't come home. I wish it was just me and my lousy plastic toy, the way it's been ... Don't you see, baby? You'll be going back and I'll be here all by myself again, and it will be a million times worse for me, because with you I'm happy and I can fuck someone who loves me."
Susan's hand slid down, cupped one of Terry's large full breasts. "It doesn't have to be that way. You're only thirty-six years old, Terry. You're in the prime of your life. Don't you know that? A woman in her thirties is at her peak, just as a boy reaches his peak in his teens. You shouldn't be sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself. You should be out, meeting people, meeting men. When you get back from Cleveland tomorrow night, you and I are going to do some bar-crawling. And we're going to wind up in a motel room somewhere with cock running out our ears. I'm gonna get you laid, and you're gonna see how great it is! So what if you get burned a time or two?"
"It's not only that. What about Jesse? I don't want him to have a mother who goes around screwing everything in pants. It would kill him to find out something like that about me."
"Jesse," Susan announced, "is probably so busy dipping his cock in the local high school talent that he wouldn't notice if you took on a dozen guys in the middle of the living room."
Terry sighed. "I don't think so. Jesse's really very shy. He doesn't go out much with girls."
"I pity the girls in Reckardsville, then," Susan said. "Oh, sweet Jesus, don't you have to catch your plane at six? And it's after four! Where has the time gone? I don't want you to leave, but I don't want to cost you your job, either, so let's get you dolled up and ready."
"Are you sure you and Jesse can get along all right?"
"Of course we can," Susan said. "Anyway, I've been living alone for so long, I'd like to get a critical opinion on my cooking. And I'll probably talk his ears off tonight."
She pinched Terry's ass and Terry giggled. Susan lay back on the bed watching her sister go naked into the bathroom and she thought, I have my work cut out for me.