Chapter 1
"Easy with my titties, Hal," Misti Lang giggled, watching him slip his right hand inside her low-cut pants blouse.
"You sure got a pair," Hal Gorden said, his hard-on very visible in the crotch of his pants.
"I need lots of fooling around, first," Misti murmured. She pressed his right leg, but not his prick bulge. He was agreeably good-looking, around thirty to her twenty-five. The dinner and dancing at the Fantan Club had set the stage for a good fuck-but she was afraid it was not going to work this time, either.
She had brought him to her apartment in downtown Seattle for a definite reason: her steady, Bobbi Wells, would be watching from the bedroom doorway. Bobbi had her own pad next door; the two girls had a fine relationship, but Misti didn't care to live with another chick. She was basically a loner. An evening together once in a while, a nice prolonged play and fuck session with Bobbi, was enough. Each had her own lifestyle. Bobbi did more man-fucking than Misti.
"Sure," Hal said, his fingers claiming Misti's right tittie in the sheer go-go bra. He breathed in her long, blonde hair and trembled. He was much too excited for starters-her only hope was that he could get it up again.
Ever since junior high days, Misti had been really trying to get it on with guys, and she attracted them like flies. Not that many studs had actually gotten a prick in her-she was very particular about that. It was just that things got so far along and she began to turn off. Chicks were different-she had no trouble getting hot and putting out a good fuck if a girl or woman really appealed to her.
Someday she did want to get married to a mature, smooth man who could support her in what she considered the good life, but the thought of faking it for years, letting some guy jack off in her cunt, as most of them did, was really not worth it. All this shit about Mr. Bight coming along to turn her into a cock-lover had simply not happened.
Still, she kept trying. Hal had everything to offer: a good accounting business, a big home; his wife had died a few years earlier, and so far he had been a gentleman. This was their second date; he expected a fuck, and maybe he'd get one. She was having a few tingles, her panties slightly damp along the slit, although she realized part of her turn-on was due to two very cute dancers at the night club. Plus several after-dinner drinks.
Her thing with pretty girls had started early on, but she didn't want to think about that now; she wanted to concentrate on prick. Sometimes she felt her job had given her a rather dim view of men generally. She was the only girl salesperson for Seattle's largest Chrysler dealer; she was very good at it, too. Competing with men, often beating them, gave her a terrific ego lift.
Maybe if she had a nine-to-five deal in an office, like Bobbi Wells, she could be more interested in guys; nearly all secretarial work was done by females. Being around too many broads bothered her, too. She loved the challenge of selling, and her classy figure and beauty certainly helped. Now and then she ran into some very fine lesbian fucking.
Her male customers did plenty of looking and drooling, but damn few got any feels. A few times she had closed deals with men by making them think they were going to get a fuck, and once, to close a contract for three expensive cars, she had sucked the old fucker's cock. Disgusting.
Hal Gorden kissed her cheek and pressed her tittie, drawing her back to the now scene. She slipped her fingers closer to his basket and he trembled again. Much too eager. Well, he had spent a lot of money on her, he had not been grabby on their first date, so she did owe him something. His prick did not appear to be overly large, and if he fooled around as long as she preferred, maybe she would let him run it in.
The guys she picked were so damned much alike, though. Not in appearance or personality, but in the desire to climb on as soon as possible and get it off. When she did fuck a guy, she liked to be on top, and some of them resented that. Very few wanted a chick to be aggressive, and that was her thing with cunts, definitely. She had to control a lesbian fuck or it wasn't much good.
She turned her head and let Hal take her mouth. His arm around her waist tightened. He was not very proficient, his mouth was too slobbery. He didn't seem to want to use his tongue. His hips made a suspicious lift; she drew her fingers from his cock lump. He was breathing too fast through his nose.
If I wiggled my tit in his hand, opened my legs and grabbed his basket, I'm sure he'd go off in his shorts, she thought. Shiiiit! At his age he should be able to dump another load, though. Damn it, he's gonna wait a while longer; I'm not even halfway turned on.
She eased her lips away and patted his leg. "Break time, Hal. Let me get us another drink, huh?"
"Yeahhh," he muttered uncertainly. His face showed a flush; he hated to let go of her breast. As she stood, she shot a little smile at the partly opened bedroom door where Bobbi was now stationed, taking it all in. The cute leggy brunette would be fine-tuned for a good cunt rub. Bobbi was just over her period and she would appreciate a competent play and fuck session.
Misti wiggled over to her refreshment bar, twitching her ass as much for Bobbi as for Hal. The girls had agreed that if one or the other ever brought home a real tiger they would suggest doubling up on him, a route neither chick had tried so far. Of course, they had done the three-girl thing. Fun. Bobbi claimed she could come off with her male dates, lucky young cunt.
"Where's your john?" Hal asked.
She pointed down the hall, smiling to herself. Things were kind of turned around; it was the girl who was supposed to get itchy and use the facilities. He stood, his pants really bulging, and walked stiffly out of sight. She almost felt sorry for him. Maybe he had to jack off!
The spare bedroom door opened. Bobbi Wells slithered out, wearing nothing but a thin red wrapper belted at the waist and high-heeled sandals. She looked fabulous, her makeup on, long dark hair glistening, mouth bright red. The view of her cunt thatch brought Misti's clit up tinglingly They had not fucked for over a week. She was not as tall as Misti's five-eight, but beautifully proportioned. She said she was one-fourth colored and her tits and ass revealed it, as did her fullish mouth and longish legs.
Bobbi glided up beside Misti, working her hips in fuck motions. She wet her lips with her tongue, pushed her cone-shaped titties forward.
"You gonna fuck him, Misti?" Bobbi whispered. "My burner's really hot."
"Would you?" Misti cooed, getting her hand inside the wrapper and molding a tittie. The dark nipple stiffened quickly.
"Not my type, honey," Bobbi purred, shivering.
"I think I'll get him off, though," Misti giggled softly. "He deserves that."
"Well, don't take all night. I got a hard-on that just won't quit!" Bobbi breathed, pouting her lips for a kiss.
The faint sound of a toilet flushing drew them apart. Bobbi headed back to her hiding spot, her neat rounded ass undulating, leaving behind her an aroma of pussy. Misti's fingers trembled as she built two highballs. If only they had a smooth, sophisticated stud with plenty of balls!
Hal Gorden came back into the living room. His cock bulge was normal, and he looked a bit pale. He didn't return to the sofa.
"I'm leaving," he said. "I heard you were a cockteaser."
"Well, bug off then," Misti snapped. "I hope you didn't squirt all over the toilet seat."
He flushed, started to answer, and walked to the door. He went out with a loud slam. Misti sighed, made sure the bolt was in place, and returned to the bar. He had pumped out his load. Poor fucker. Maybe that was his thing, plenty of weirdo spooks around nowadays. Screwing a girl's bathroom!
Bobbi rushed out of the spare bedroom, giggling. "You sure get them all excited, honey. Me, too."
"A long-legged blonde is supposed to be fantastic fucking," Misti laughed. "You might as well have this highball. Now just don't get in a rush yourself."
"Girls are lucky," Bobbi purred, sliding onto a bar stool. "A come or two doesn't end it. In fact, that's just starters for me."
"I know," Misti giggled. She removed her pants top, exposing her salesclosers. Her tits were not as full and large as Bobbi's, but they stuck out sharply, like a teenager's, delicate cones crested by wide pale pink areolas and small coral nipples. A local modeling agency had assignments for her whenever she felt in the mood-she was very good in bikinis.
But she could make a lot more money, much steadier, selling cars. She had found too many creeps in the advertising business, some old fat bastard or some worn-out broad always making passes. Somehow they figured a model was a high-priced whore, so fuck 'em.
"You didn't even bring his cock out," Bobbi smiled, admiring Misti's tits in the lace-trimmed black sheer bra.
"Sure is funny why so many guys are afraid to show their pricks," Misti said, sipping her drink. "Ashamed of a hard-on. Maybe I'm too damned picky. I think a fully erect penis is a beautiful thing."
"Riiight," Bobbi giggled. "So is a turned-on pussy. Come on, fool around, honey. I never did get one on a bar stool."
"Well, the way you tell it you've had 'em about every place else," Misti smiled. "Where in hell are all the real handsome studs, anyway?"
"They get picked off in college by those cute coeds," Bobbi sighed. "But I'm not looking for Mr. Ideal, like you. The married ones about forty are the best fucking, really go all out."
Misti put her glass down and finished undressing. Bobbi watched appreciatively, swung around on the bar stool, her thighs open, the filmy red wrapper gaping apart. Wetness showed along her cunt slit; her dark eyes looked hungry. Misti realized she needed some new pussy; this thing with Bobbi had been going on for months, averaging out to about two fucks a week.
It was damned good, though. Mutual admiration right from the start, when they had met in the elevator one morning. That evening Misti had invited Bobbi over. Two drinks and two hours later they were in bed, fucking up a storm.
Misti stood between the brunette's warm, firm thighs and cradled her bulgy hard-nippled tits, her naked cunt only inches from Bobbi's puss.
"Mmmmmm, that's good, honey," Bobbi smiled, leaning back luxuriously. She liked being passive until she got close to a climax, and she nearly always had two to Misti's one.
"Have a quickie a while ago?" Misti purred, stroking the beautiful tits.
"No, I saved 'em for us," Bobbi giggled. "You didn't bring his cock out."
"I didn't want him messing up the sofa," Misti said. "He didn't have much meat, anyway."
The girls laughed. Misti came in close and brushed her mouth into Bobbi's uptilted lips. The brunette's arms slid around Misti's neck. Their breasts touched. Bobbi's tongue squirmed languidly. Slowly Misti pushed her cunt into Bobbi's cunt. She thought about the two neat go-go dancers at the club, their bold coital hip thrusts. Misti's clit stiffened sweetly; she began to hunch slowly at the dewy soft upcurved pussy. The bar stool position was different.
Bobbi's tongue dived faster, her arms tightened, she whined and her hips answered the call of her need. Oh, hugging and touching and deep kisses were so important for girls, and so damn few men understood this. Misti had been told by her very favorite in-law, Robert Leeds, that she probably excited most men too much with her looks; they just couldn't wait to fuck her.
Actually, Robert was no longer even an in-law. He had been married to Misti's older sister Eva for several years before her death in a car crash. He had since married a voluptuous young half-Mexican girl named Maria, and they lived at Olympia where he ran a very profitable boat rental business and marina.
Misti could talk to Robert about anything. He was now forty-five against Maria's twenty-seven, but it was very clear he gave her all the fucking she could handle. He had lived a while in Japan, working for a pleasure craft builder, and he had told Misti several times that Japanese girls were terrific humping. The big lump in his pants said he had plenty to offer.
When Robert had started visiting the old family home in North Seattle, dating Eva, Misti had developed a hell of a teenage crush on him; it had not entirely gone away. He was not really handsome, but he had a charisma that women felt the moment he walked into a room. Big and brawny, but also intelligent. Somehow women knew he was very smooth with a pussy.
Misti had an open invitation to drive down any weekend, although it was apparent that Maria was envious of Misti's leggy prettiness. Whenever Robert was in Seattle and had the time, he and Misti had lunch or dinner, but he had never touched her. Oh, he admired her and flattered her, but he acted as if he was with a green child instead of a woman who needed prick.
"After Eva died why didn't you go after me, Robert?" she had asked him once.
"Hell, you were still in high school."
"Well, I'm not that young anymore," she answered. "Maria's only two years older than me."
"She matured fast," he grinned. "You didn't. Have fun while you're young."
"Sometime I wish you'd give me just one good fuck," she laughed.
"Sometime maybe I will," he grinned. "You've certainly blossomed lately."
He still had not made a pass. She hadn't seen him for a month. It was midsummer now, he would be very busy. When she masturbated she still had delicious fantasies about him, just like in her early teens. One trouble about her man dates was clear-she kept comparing them with Robert.
"Ohhh, come on, honey!" Bobbi panted, arching her cunt snugly against Misti's puss. "Get me off!"
"You sure are ready," Misti breathed, shivering.
"Oh, I've saved 'em for just days, honey," Bobbi gasped.
They had rucked enough times so Misti knew just where and how to wiggle her cunt against the brunette's clit zone. Every chick was certainly different, as Shere Hite had discovered in her famous study of female sexuality. The clit was it. Around it, near it, or on it. The female penis, which had to be titillated just like a man's cockhead.
Misti had been out with some very smooth guys, and not one had ever really gotten her going the way a clever woman could, or the way she could herself. The idea that most women could come after a few feels and a whole lot of prick jumping was pure shit. Bobbi said she could, but she objected to the use of a cock-shaped dildo. Misti owned one, but she vibrated it only against her clitoral area. Fingers were much surer.
In fact, she almost hated to look at that freaky length of pink plastic with the seven-inch shaft and the handy handle. It was lying in a drawer, untouched for months. Sure as hell not very romantic! It couldn't kiss or fondle or feel warm or big like a body between her legs.
Misti fitted her own clit tip just below Bobbi's smaller clit nub, jiggled her butt swiftly. Their cunt mouths had a fine clinging sweetness, real juicy. Bobbi's thighs spread away out, her leg muscles rippled, her arms grabbed, a fierce mewing sound came from her throat, her clit stiffened.
"Come, baby, come for me!" Misti panted, not yet ready herself. She took the younger girl's thick soft mouth, drove her tongue quickly in and out. She seized Bobbi's ass firmly in her hands and felt the sensuous pulses of delight. Bobbi hit it with jerky little fuck hunches, her cunt mouth clenches deliciously vivid. She did go off real good for a chick of twenty-two. Feeling her nipples erect was delicious, too.
Damn, I love to feel a girl break a biggie! Misti thought enviously. Having a cock throb inside me is neat, but somehow women seem to enjoy it more. And I don't worry about getting a pussy 'up' again, either.' Once a chick is hot she can make it time after time.
Bobbi's legs and arms relaxed; her lips swerved away and she panted happily against Misti's throat as the after-thrills sped through the brunette's lovely body. She gave a few lazy thrusts, softened back.
"Mmmmmmm, that's what I've been needing!"
"I know, you little cunt, you," Misti giggled. "Nothing better, huh!"
"Riiiight, honey," Bobbi breathed. "Ohh, let's get on your bed. I kind of got a cramp in my ass that time."
Misti released her hold on the warm ass curves and disengaged her leaky cunt. Her clit tip showed pink and tumid between her upper labia; twinges of longing gathered in her loins; she was riding a wonderful "high." Another slow, lingering buildup and she would get her goodies.
"I never saw a girl with such a long pecker," Bobbi purred, gazing down at Misti's cunt.
"Just more of it showing than some," Misti giggled. "Come on in the bedroom. I can use a whole lot tonight."
"I know," Bobbi sighed. "You know me, at least seven or eight."
They both laughed.
Entering her boudoir, Misti turned on a lamp beside the bed. The black satin sheets were turned back, the matching pillows were thick and fluffy. Her wide dressing table mirror faced the foot of the king-sized pad-sometimes that added a few thrills. Two suggestive watercolors adorned the wall nearest the bed. One showed three girls getting it on, the other was of a pretty colored girl eating a dainty young blonde.
"Say, that one picture reminds me," Bobbi laughed. "Remember the day you came by the office and met that cute redhead, Kim Lanton?"
"Sure," Misti said. "We all went out for coffee. Overweight, but neat."
"She wants a party with you and me the worst way," Bobbi said slyly. "She asked a lot of questions about you-"
'Is it any good?" Misti laughed.
"I got her once, at her place. Kind of dumb, but willing. You're the one she's hot for."
"Well, shit, give her a call," Misti said.
"As a matter of actual fact, I've already talked to her, while you were out with Hal. She lives just around the corner. I said maybe, it was up to you, honey."
"We haven't done the trio deal for quite a while," Misti giggled. "Tell her to get it over here, and let's see what happens, huh?"
"Great!" Bobbi gurgled, wiggling to the bedroom extension phone.
"Maybe I can sell her a new car," Misti offered. She remembered Kim very well, big rounded tits, kissable mouth, good ass. Looked around nineteen. New pussy would add excitement.
Bobbi took a chair by the telephone table, her thighs sprawled apart, and dialed. Misti walked over and began to play with the younger girl's firm, dark-nippled tits. Bobbi cooed, writhing her ass in the chair.
"Oh-Kim? ... Yeah ... it's on, honey. Misti's apartment is right next to mine....Riiiight! Hurry, we both got a hard-on."
Misti slid her play hand down to Bobbi's swollen cunt, tickled around the clit. Being with Hal earlier had been okay up to the last scene. She wished Kim was a very with-it stud, like Robert Leeds....