Chapter 6
But Al didn't get to fuck Angela that night, or the next. And then it was his bowling night. But he wasn't going bowling. Susan Thompson had been in the store that afternoon and had practically begged him to fuck her.
"I won't tell anyone, Al! Honest, I won't."
It was too much to resist. Al made arrangements to meet the teenager that night, and then made further arrangements to have the guys on his bowling team cover for him.
That night he dressed in his bowling clothes, but secreted another shirt in his bag. "I'm goin', honey!" he called from the door.
"Okay," Mona answered. "But don't get too boozed up. I might want a little when you get home!"
Al laughed and headed for his car.
Mona was propped up in bed, reading, when Al left and Angela wandered in and sat beside her.
"Hi."
"Hi," Mona replied. "Bored?"
"A little. Can we talk?"
"Sure."
Mona was propped up on two pillows. Angela found herself gazing at her sister's pink-tipped tits straining through her thin nightie. Al would come home later and play with them- and kiss them and fondle her pussy and push his big prick in her cunt. And all I can do is listen, Angela thought, and poke my fist up my cunt! She decided not to mince words.
"Mona, I've got to move out."
"Angela! Why?"
"A married couple should live alone."
"C'mon, that's not it," Mona replied, taking her sister's hand in hers. "There's something else, isn't there?"
Angela dropped her eyes. "Yes. I can't lie in there alone another night and listen to you two making it. It's driving me crazy!"
"So that's it. Well, I think that can be taken care of, honey."
"Huh? How?"
Mona smiled and brought Angela's hand up to press against one of her tits. Angela jumped. Her body tingled strangely at the touch of her sister's tit, "Look baby, I'm really sorry. I—I've been thinking. I know this may sound awful, but I read an article in a magazine by a doctor ... about two girls living with one man. I mean, one would have to be married to him ..."
Angela felt a hot jolt along her body. "What're you saying, Mona?"
Mona looked down at her tits, her face slightly flushed. "I know Al would like to have sex more often." She took a deep breath. "Do you like Al well enough to—to live here, like you've been doing—and help me out?"
Angela's legs were shaking. Here it was in so many words. An invitation to share Al!
"Are you sure you're not drunk?" Angela asked.
"Please don't be that way," Mona pleaded. "I think he's getting ideas about stepping out on me.
Maybe he already has. I don't want to lose him, honey. Please try to understand."
"You can't be serious," Angela breathed, her heart pounding. Hadn't this very thought gone through her own mind?
Mona's hand shook. "Wouldn't it be better to have him with someone I know and trust than out catting around?"
Angela was disturbed. They had never talked this way before. It was almost like reading a dirty word in the middle of a nice poem. The whole thing was wrong.
"No, I... I don't think ..."
Mona interrupted her. "And, Angela, there's something else, too."
"What?"
"Well, remember when we were kids and we used to play around?"
"Yes."
"Well, Angela, I remember that only too well." Suddenly Mona pulled up her nightie and pushed Angela's hand down between her thighs. "I want you to live with us, too, Angela."
"This is a perfect place," Susan said, as Al pulled the car into a dark spot beneath some trees.
As soon as he turned the ignition off she was halfway in his lap, her skirt swept back along her plump, soft thighs, her button-down-the-front blouse gaping open, her high-riding titties thrust against his side.
His fingers shook as he held her close, sniffing her freshness, remembering how long he had been watching her, thirsting for something young and tender.
"You gonna give me a real good fuck, Al? Are you gonna fuck my little pussy raw?"
"What do you think, honey?"
God, Al thought, the little cunt was so hot for him he could swear he could smell her pussy burning.
Her left arm was around his neck, and she was kissing his throat. Nothing slow about this baby. He lifted his left hand to her blouse, undoing several buttons. Their mouths met. Her soft lips were cool at first, but they warmed fast, opening for his tongue. She shivered when he cupped a sweet, firm tit in the palm of his hand. Her bra was just a wisp of nylon. The youthful jut of her breast fired his cock.
He teased her nipples and stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth. Her right hand snaked to his crotch, where his prick stuck up against his shorts.
"Owwwww, ohhhhh!" the teenager moaned. "Big dick! Big, hard, beautiful dick!"
Al struggled with her blouse and bra until he had them off. "Christ!"
"What's the matter?" "You're bigger than my wife ... and she's huge!"
Susan smiled. "I'm glad."
The slope of her big tits, bare now, topped with big brown nipples, the inviting shadow between her opened thighs, under her skirt, made Al harder than ever. He palmed a tit, taking her mouth again, reserving the delights of her hips and thighs for later.
He unzipped his trousers and brought his prick out, guiding her hand over it. He squeezed a tit and felt her shiver.
Jesus, what a pair of tits!
As he drove his tongue deeper and his hand roamed from one juicy boob to the other, Susan's fingers tightened on his shaft.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed, swinging her right leg over his. He nuzzled his face between her tits, teasing the velvety flesh at the rim of her pussy with his fingers, where the thin panties hugged. Her fingers clasped his prick more snugly, her ass scooting farther forward, toward the edge of the seat.
Al delayed touching her cunt, caressing the sweet inner flesh of her thighs. He inched his mouth toward a nipple. Her ragged breathing told him how hot for his cock she was.
"Ohhhh, Al, that's super!" she gasped.
He fastened his lips on a tender tit and cupped her pussy. Her leg, over his, tightened. Her hips curled upward, the nipple stiffening in his mouth. She moaned, her free hand gripping his shoulder, her right hand finally going up and down on his cock.
Al worked his finger inside her panties, feeling the pubic hair on her cunt, sliding it along the wet, hot lips. He vibrated his tongue on her nipple.
"Ohhhhh, Al!" she gasped. He slid his finger into her cunt. She was all slick and expanded. Her uneven breathing, the eager push of her hips, back and forth on his finger, the delightful firming of her tits, kicked his pleasure and passion into high gear.
"Ohhhhhh!" She was nearly ready for it. He started to draw his finger out of her cunt but her left hand clamped down on his wrist. She shuddered, her ass lifted. "Ohhhh, please!" she cried. He found the tiny nub of her clitoris, rolled it, toyed with it. Her left heel thumped on the floor of the front seat, her body arched, her breath sucked in, and then her hips made the final thrusts. He felt the shiver of her come in his mouth, as her nipple swelled, felt it on his hand as her ass shook, heard her frantic panting ending in a fierce cry.
No sound could be sweeter in a man's ears, no sensation could match the shiver of a woman having her come.
"Come hard, baby, come hard!" he whispered.
The spasms wracked her body. The nipple popped out of his mouth while her tits shook and her hips bucked. He recaptured the tit, sucking wildly.
"Come good, baby?"
"Yes! Oh, shit, yes!" Susan moaned. "Oh, Al, I knew you'd be a good lover! Now you!"
Again she grabbed his dick in her hands. She started a slow, steady stroking up and down. He sighed delightedly as she slowly jacked him.
"Does that feel good, Al?"
"Yes, baby ... it feels wonderful!"
He could feel the head swelling, the cum loading up ready to spout forth.
"A little faster, baby ... a little faster!"
She stepped up the pace with her soft hands.
"Faster... faster!"
She stroked faster, his body working with the rhythm of her stroke. His breathing became heavier. She felt his body beginning to tense.
"You gonna come, Al?"
"Soon, damn soon!"
"Then I wanna taste it when you do!" she gasped.
She was holding his giant prick in her hand caressingly, fondling it, skinning it back, letting its throbbing hugeness fascinate her. She leaned her face closer and closer to the cockhead until it was near her lips.
He took her head in his hands and guided her lips to the throbbing cockhead. She seemed to sense what he wanted and flicked out her tongue to lick at the tiny eye in the bulbous head of his prick. He moved his hips forward to encourage her.
"Suck it, honey. Let the head of it go into your sweet moutn and lick and lick and suck on it!"
Susan opened her mouth wide, felt the cockhead enter, and then her lips were skimming along the glistening staff. She liked it, the hard and the soft of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more and more of his prick inside her. It filled her mouth until it searched out the rear of her throat.
M took her free hand and placed it under his balls. She hefted them, testing their weight and the texture of the hairy skin.
He groaned and moved his hips in tempo with her bobbing head. From the loud sucking sounds coming from her mouth he knew she had built a passion for his cock. She was young, but she was more than satisfying him with the joy of her throat, her tongue, and her cocksucking, saliva-coated mouth.
Suddenly, Susan felt his cockhead swell. It filled her throat as the barrel throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His balls, too, took on a life of their own as great gobs of hot cum spurted into her throat. Her head was nearly knocked backward by the tremendous surge of his hot juice.
Letting his dripping prick slip from her mouth, she looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed his huge load in one massive gulp. "Want to fuck me now?"
"Just gimme a couple of minutes, baby, and I'll fuck your cute little ass off!"
Angela couldn't believe what was happening. She was sweating heavily. Her blood was racing. Her pussy was seeping a flood. And all because she had her hand on Mona's cunt.
Suddenly Mona jumped from the bed. "I want to show you something, Angela!"
"What?" Stop, Angela thought, stop staring at your own sister's ass! Oh God, this is crazy!
"You know those girlie magazines Al brings home? Well, I saw an ad in there. Don't be shocked now."
"I can take it," Angela grinned.
Mona picked up her handbag, giggling. "I sent for a thing called a Vibra-Doer. Recommended for girls only!" She opened her purse and brought out a pink cylinder about ten inches long, an inch and a half across. There was a sort of knob on the end, like a prick!
"I know this is probably crazy, honey," Mona whispered, leaning close to her sister. "But I'd like to have you use it on me!"
Angela couldn't believe her ears. Well, she thought, I guess I deserve it. I tossed it right at her husband. She wants me to make her. Is she lesbian?
My own sister? But Angela couldn't stop the burning in her pussy. "Mona, do you ... oh God, do you know what you're saying?"
"Don't act so shocked, honey," Mona answered. "I mean, haven't you ever, with another girl?"
"No."
"Oh, it's fun!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Mona cooed, "when I climax so hard, with Al, it just tears me up! With a girl it's dreamier, and so sweet..."
"Mona, do you mean you want us to ... to do it together?"
"Yes, yes! Let's have some drinks and undress and have a party! A real freakout!"
Angela shivered. All this talk had really turned her on, she couldn't deny it. And she was starved for sex. She was sick of using her hands, dreaming, hoping. A little fun' wouldn't hurt her. And she might never have Al's hand on her pussy again, or feel his prick.
"All right, let's do it!"