Chapter 4

If there were such a thing as ESP, one might say that Betty and Elaine Kartman were equally inspired by the erotic exploits of Claudia and Verna Aronson.

The two sisters lived half a mile west of the Aronsons. Their parents were divorced and Mrs. Kartman had won custody of the girls. She ran a dress shop which hired fifteen employees, and, at 42, was an exceptionally handsome, buxom blonde who was dating a building contractor, himself a widower with two teenaged girls, with the prospect of remarrying. As a matter-of-fact, on this particular June evening, Dorothy Kartman was over at Frank Josephs' apartment, and they were necking like teenagers....

"Ohh, Frank, you don't know what you do to me," Dorothy Kartman sighed as she hugged her suitor and squirmed her plump round thighs against his. She wore a lowcut, sleeveless white cotton blouse with red trimmings which she'd bought in a Mexico City shop last summer; and a black, snugfitting cotton skirt. Her legs were bare. She was five feet six, with a magnificent pair of closely set high perched juicy round titties which needed no bra despite her age; her waist was girlishly slim, flaring into juicy, ripe hips; her bottom comprised two upstanding, full round cheeks with a tight, narrow cleft separating the luscious halfmoons, and her plump thighs were long and delicious, a match for her lusciously curvaceous calves. Dorothy Kartman's pale yellow hair was styled in a modish bun at the left side of her head, pulled away from her high forehead, to give her a Spanish look, and she wore a red bead necklace round her full throat; her skin was a pale milky hue, and amazingly unwrinkled considering her age and the fact she had had two girls by fucking. But for the last two years, Dorothy Kartman's eager pussy had been lonely, as no male cock had discovered its still excitingly tight confines. Tonight, she hoped, her secondhusband-to-be would make a woman of her all over again; for actually, she felt as girlish as a virgin bride.

"Tell me, Dottie," Frank Josephs huskily murmured. His left arm was round her waist, and his right hand was lying gently on her upper thigh, yearning to be bolder. But Frank's first wife had been a prim, none too affectionate woman who had looked on fucking only as a regrettably inescapable way to bear children, and so he had had little pleasure from bed over the years. Now, Dorothy Kartman had come into his life, and he was trying to forget his inhibitions-but without letting Dorothy think he was a suppressed sex fiend.

He was five feet ten, with curly brown hair liberally streaked with gray, just three years older, lean and sinewy, thanks to the exercise he got on the job of supervising buildings which his firm contracted for.

"Silly," she whispered, snuggling still closer, "you make me feel young all over again."

"Let's make it permanent," he heard himself boldly proposing.

"Oh, Frank darling-of course I'll marry youwon't it be thrilling? Just think, as if we were starting out in life, young and eager for each other-and we've both got readymade families already."

"Four girls all told." Frank nodded, giving her a hug. "Uh huh," she cooed.

"No reason why we can't try for a boy, Dottie."

"Frank!" Dorothy Kartman blushed and hid her face against his chest. He felt his cock stiffening at this sweet avowal, and boldly slid his hand under her skirt, feeling the smooth warm naked skin of her lower thigh. When she didn't remonstrate, he got bolder still, ascending his hand slowly up her bare leg till he felt the hems of her white nylon pantiebriefs; to his delight, she didn't wear a girdle, and the feel of her plump yet firm flesh sent shuddering twinges through his turgid prick.

"When can we get married, Dottie?"

"Let me think-well, what's wrong with next month? We could have our honeymoon-"

"What about the kids?"

"My Cousin Grace can look after them, darling. All of them."

"Gosh, that'd sure be great," he admitted ... and now his hand crept up a little farther till his fingertips came up against the plump furry mound of her cunthole.

Dorothy Kartman moaned and wriggled excitedly, "Oh, darling, you don't know what you're doing to me when you do that," she confided.

"Dottie-I want you-right now-" he panted.

"I want you too, Frank! Oh, aren't we wicked? If our children could only see us now!"

"In a few years they'll be dating fellows and getting married themselves," he reminisced as he kept his hand pressed against her cunthole. "Yours will first, though. Let's see, your Betty is sixteen, isn't she?" he added.

"Yes, and Laney's fifteen."

"My Janie's fifteen and Blanche is thirteen and a half," Frank Josephs shook his head, "how the years fly!"

"But I feel just as young as when I started having Betty," Dorothy Kartman whispered, biting his earlobe and arching herself so his fingertips could press hard against her tingling cunthole. He could feel not only the pouting lovelips but also the thick dark blonde fleecy curls that shielded her mouth of prick-appeasement.

"That's a wonderful compliment you're paying me, Dottie, and I've got to do something about it," Frank Josephs began to tickle her cuntlips through the thin nylon briefs, his fingertips circling the soft plump lovecrevice while blonde matronly Dorothy Kartman squirmed her bottom and arched herself, giving him full access.

"Ohh-let-let's go to bed, honey," she suddenly gasped, grabbing at his hand, you'll drive me crazy if you just keep doing that and nothing else!"

From the ardent look in her graygreen eyes, Frank Josephs realized gratefully that the goddess of love, Venus, had given him a wonderful second chance at prick-satisfaction after his dreary, frigid marriage to the late Mona Josephs. Dorothy was shaped for fucking, while Mona had been almost sinewy and lean, with a dominant face.

He drew his hand from under her skirt, and lifted her i p, then led her to the bedroom. Once the door was locked-because Jane and Blanche were over at Jane's best girl friend's house at the latter's birth day party-, he took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, squeezing her titties lovingly with both hands. "You've got such gorgeous bubies, Dottie honey," he breathed.

Dorothy Kartman gave silent thanks to the gods of luck for bringing this virile widower into her life; she decided he was much too timid, and realized he had been the victim of Mona Josephs' pussy-rationing program. The poor darling! Her soft hand groped towards his trouser fly, and encountered a magnificently stiff prick prodding hard against the cloth. In an instant, she had drawn the zipper, unbuttoned his shorts and drawn out the weapon destined to restore her long-denied womanhood.

"Dottie!" he gasped, delirious and nearly speechless to find how complaisant his new wife-to-be was-what nights they'd have in bed!

"Ohhh, you're so big and hard-I'm afraid of it, Frank honey," she whispered naughtily, giving his cock a loving squeeze in her soft palm.

"Dottie-you-you're an angel-I can't believe it's true you go for me-"

"Sweetheart, you're almost like a boy, that's part of the reason I go for you," the blonde matron confessed. "I'm going to be a good wife to you, and I want to start proving it right now-oh, hurry and get my clothes off so I can really show you, lover!"

In a few moments, Dorothy stood in just her pantiebriefs and matching bra and sandals, her voluptuous, ripe body a glorious poem of milky flesh, her deep bellybutton winking at him as his big prick with its long lean taut-pinkskinned head jutting out of his open shorts, Frank Josephs was .very much a man, and Dorothy Kartman wriggled with anticipation as she came close to him and again fondled his weapon in the palm of her soft hand He reached back to unhook her bra's bandeau, and let it fall; then his hands grabbed the big juicy melons of her titties, with their wide brownish-pink aureoles and the turgid dark pink buds peaking those lovecircles. He bent his head to suck one of Dorothy Kartman's nipples, and felt it stiffen instantly, as her arms went round him and she stepped close to him, his prickhead burrowing against the thickly furred cleft of her pan tie-guarded cunthole. Her beautiful ripe round asscheeks tightened and rippled as she purposely pressed herself, feeling the nylon pressed back between the pouting and now slyly moistening lips of her pussy.

"Oooh, Frank, don't make me wait too long," she panted.

"Baby, I won't-oh, Dottie baby," he crooned in mounting excitement as his hands slid down the pantiebriefs and luxuriated over the velvety-smooth cheeks of her shivering naked bottom. She stepped out of them and hugged him tightly, giving him her mouth, slushing her tongue deep between his lips. Her fingers dug into his sinewy lean buttocks, as she crammed her pussy against his stiff aching cock, feeling the taut head probe for the moist twitching lips of her eager lovecrevice. With a sob he felt himself drawn in her as a magnet draws steel, and Dorothy Kartman cried out with the bliss of feeling a prick gouge her yearning, so longdenied cunthole as she pressed tightly to him, his cock hilting to the balls inside her hot channel.

"Ohh, Dottie, Dottie, it's heaven," he moaned as his hands squeezed her bottomcheeks, then bowed his head to suck at one of her swollen nipplebuds.

"Ahh, Frank, fuck me," she groaned, "don't even go to bed, just do it now, I'm burning up for you!"

He was inexpressibly thrilled; Mona would have slapped his face if he had ever dared such a deliciously obscene word as beautiful naked matronly Dorothy Kartman had just uttered; it augured well for their bedtimes in the future. And to feel the hot tight clamping of her moist cuntwall against his stiff aching prong was paradise!

"Dottie, Dottie, I'm a lucky guy," he breathed, taking her other nipple between his lips and nibbling at it, then passing the tip of his tongue over the perky tip.

"Ahh-ohh, that's so nice-ohh, darling, don't hold back with me, ever-I love you-I want to be your girl, your bitch, your everything-only don't you ever let me catch you cheating with any other woman, 'cause I can give you whatever you want," Dorothy Kartman ecstatically promised.

"Don't worry your lovely head about that,ever," Frank Josephs gasped as his forefinger crept into the tight narrow groove separating Dorothy Kartman's luscious round smooth rnilkyskinned assglobes. "I've got years to make up with you, baby, and you're going to get my undivided attention!"

"Heavenly!"

"Ohh, Dottie, I don't want to lose it, but you're so hot and tight my cock's going to burst!"

"Ohh, not yet, darling," Dorothy pouted. "Close your eyes and think of school or bowling or something till you get your save back-ohh, Frank, hold it back for Mamma, she wants to go off tob!"

Grinding his teeth, Frank Josephs managed to overcome the disaster of prematurity his first fucking time with the luscious blonde matron, and stood there, gripping her bare bottomcheeks and drawing in great gulps of air. All the while, her tight cuntwalls kissed and nibbled at his delved-in prick, and it was all he could do to keep the lava-jet of spunk from bursting out then and there. At least the crisis was over, and he kissed her on the cheek, his hands rising now to fondle her swelling big melontitties and feel their swollen tips, which he flattened with his palms.

Dorothy Kartman had wound her milky arms round his neck and arched to him, taking every inch he had, feeling his thick shaggy cockhairs grind against her dark blonde cuntfleece. Her mouth now met his and her tongue slithered deep inside his lips, scraping his gums, meeting his own tongue and sending electrifying surges of lust through his feverishly quivering body.

"My gosh, I forgot to take pills," Dorothy whispered, "maybe you'll big me!"

"I'd love to start a boy right now, Dottie," he said hoarsely.

She giggled, hugged him tighter, began to weave her bottom slowly to and fro, making her cuntwalls grind and rasp against his hilted prick.

"I want you too, then darling-ohh, Frank, now, put your finger in my pussy and frig my little clittie," she breathed.

Enraptured by the sweet, candid abandon of his new wife-to-be, and thanking his lucky stars that fate had given him this delicious morsel to make-up for years of icy bedtimes with Mona, Frank Josephs took greedy hold of her voluptous big bottomcheeks, and drew slowly back to the brink of Dorothy Kartman's cuntlips, feeling her lovewalls grind and clench all along the route to let him know she yearned for his swift return to her innermost depths.

"Ohh, you awful teaser you," she panted, squirming about to make him dig it back into her cunthole, "give it to Mamma, ohh Frank, frig me too!"

He slid his right hand between their bodies, his forefinger exploring tentatively-in all his wedded life with Mona, he had never dared finger her pussy, much less her bumhole; now, this their very first time, Dorothy was giving him carte blanche to do everything he had ever secretly dreamed of when he fucked a girl!

"Ooooh, yes, yes that's the right spot!" she squealed as he brushed against her throbbing clitoris.

His other hand palmed her tensing bare velvetymilky asscheeks; inspired by her ardor, Frank Josephs let his other forefinger roam along the tight narrow creasage between those luscious hillocks, till he grazed her bunghole.

"OHH YES, YES, OHH YOU ANGEL, NOW GIVE IT TO ME EVERYWHERE, OH I WANT IT BAD, FRANK LOVER!" Dorothy Kartman wailed her eyes humid and wide with lust.

What years of repression had done, Dorothy Kartman obliterated in a single moment! He delved his finger inside the plump lips of her asshole; his other finger frigged her clitoris, and now he began to push his prick slowly back and forth inside her tingling, clenching cunthole.

Wild with ecstasy, Dorothy Kartman glued her mouth to his, her hands stroking his hips and sides, arching to grind her bare belly to his, wanting to absorb into her pussy every iota of his stiff, throbbing, almost bursting prick.

His finger quickened at her clittie, speeding the rubbings from side to side, up and down, flattening the pussybutton back into its nest of pink loveflesh. His other finger maintained a steady in and out movement within the tight Yvvm\\& caw^v o\ her bunghole, and his prick, aware that it could not long control the frenzied urge to burst, thrust mightily now, gouging her to the very hilt.

"OH FRANK FRANK NOW NOW NOW OH LOVER OH SWEETHEART FUCK MAMMA OH FUCK MAMMA TO DEATH OH DARLING, HERE I COME, OH DARLING OHHHHHHHHH!" Dorothy Kartman screamed as she merged to him, weaving her bottom frantically this way and that, feeling his hot jet explode deep in her cunthole. Her own viscous warm lovecream seeped down to merge into the torrent, and she sagged in his arms, as he used both hands to grab her backside and hold on for dear life as spurt upon spurt of long pentup gism spattered deep into her womb.

Little did he suspect-or did she-that their two sets of daughters were imitating their new parents-to-be ... by girlfucking!