Chapter 6
Betty Kartman was prophetic, though she didn't know it, of course.
Jane and Blanche Josephs, upstairs in their room on the second floor of the old colonial-type house, were in their pajamas and whispering as they lay together in bed.
"Janie?"
"Huh?"
"Can't you sleep?"
"Nope. Can't you?"
"Uh uh. What time is it?"
"After eleven, I guess. Don't worry-school's out."
"Oh, silly, I know that!"
"Well, I just thought I'd remind you."
"Thanks for nothing." Blanche sat up, reached over for the little nightlamp and turned it on. She was a charming Lolita for her \3Vi years, with tousled wheatcolored curls, a saucy face with snub nose and full sweet mouth, with a soft carnationtinted skin and, despite her slender figure, extremely tempting and budding. Her bubbies were hard round apples, set widely apart, her long slim thighs and calves merged into a provocative, surprisingly spacious ovalshaped backside with broadening cleft that would have tempted a virile male to put his cock into her dainty brownie rather than her virgin cunny cleft.
"Now what did you go and do that for?" Jane Josephs complained as she sat up rubbing her eyes with her knuckles.
"'Cause if we can't either of us sleep, we might as well talk. Daddy's downstairs, you know."
"Sure I do. With that Mrs. Kartman. Betty's and Laney's mother."
"Uh huh. They're cute girls, I like 'em lots....Janie, know something?"
"No, what?"
"I bet you Daddy's sweet on that Mrs. Kartman. He might even marry her."
"You're nuts."
"No I'm not either, Janie Josephs!" Blanche indignantly retorted. "I've seen them smooching in the living room when they didn't know I was looking."'
"Heyyou mean it, don't you?"
"Well, sure. I bet something else-they're down there now making love. I heard them come in half an hour ago-Daddy thinks we're sound asleep, but I haven't heard the front door close yet, so Mrs. Kartman's still here."
"You mean-you actually think Daddy is going to go to bed with her?"
"I bet he's doing It now. Fucking!"
"Blanche Josephs, you ought to have your mouth washed out with soap!"
"So what do you call it, Miss Smartiepants?" Blanche giggled.
Jane blushed and averted her eyes. She was about five five, with raven-black hair styled in helmet cut, an appealing, wide-eyed face with pouting, ripe mouth whose upper lip was fuller than its sweet rosy mate, Grecian nose with thin, widely flaring wings, and an ivory complexion that women twice her age would have envied her. Her titties were narrowly set together, bold young pears with hard little nuggets in dark coral hue; her bottom was a spanker's delight, being made up of two full, ample, upstanding round globes with a btaadening crack between them, though not so wide as her sister's. Her thighs, too, were lusciously rounded and rather long, with highset sleek calves. Her big guileful dark brown eyes were most expressive; she had escaped many a spanking from her widower father who had undertaken disciplining his two girls after their .mother's death in a plane crash simply by turning those lovely eyes on him imploringly and appealing to his compassion. Blanche, the saucier of the two and more of a tomboy, often did get a spanking, but it was never a very serious one, and she adored her father even when he did find it necessary to administer parental chastisement.
"That's funny," Blanche giggled again, "you're older'n I am, and you were the one showed me how to make my pussy feel so nice, and just the same, you blush like a baby when I want to know what you call fucking!"
"I-I just don't like that word-it-it's naughty, that's what."
"Uh huh. So what do you call it, just the same?"
"PI-playing house-if-if you have to know," Jane quavered, feeling very sheepish at having to reveal her squeamishness to her younger sister.
"If that isn't the silliest thing I ever heard of! So, all right, Daddy and Mrs. Kartman are playing house, I betcha they are.''
"Well, if he's going to marry her-and I bet he will, 'cause he's stuck on her-what's so wrong with that? When we're their age, we can do just any thing," Jane stoutly defended.
"Huh! I much rather play the way we do, I mean it, Jane. Come on. I'm tickling down in my pussy just thinking about what they're doing. You feel like it too? You know when you can't sleep, it helps to go off in pussy," Blanche wheedled. She began to unbutton the tops of her sister's pajamas; Jane Josephs made only an awkward, halfhearted gesture at stopping her, and then sighed and closed her eyes as she felt the tops open and yawn on either side.
"Oooh, Janie, I just love your bubbies, I do," Blanche cooed as she cupped each of them in turn and squeezed lovingly. She wriggled closer, offering her full sweet rosy mouth as a token of peace, and Jane Josephs suddenly flung her arms round Blanche and kissed her hard. Tentatively the older girl flicked out her dainty pink tongue and -rimmed Blanche's lips, which quivered and palpitated to that exquisite sisterly caress. Her own hand now groped for one of Blanche's apple-like titties and nuzzled it against the middle of her palm, rubbing gently to and fro till she felt the sweet little rosebud-pap stiffen in sign of excitement and pleasure.
"Mmm, that's nice, Blanche," Jane murmured huskily as her slim fingers began-to unbutton her sister's pajama tops and to lay bare the budding little titties, whose tips she daintily pinched and tweaked between thumb and index finger.
Their tongues swirled and rubbed together, and soon their eyes began to sparkle and their naked young bubbies to shudderingly rise and fall, indications of their mounting sexual excitement. "Turn off the light and let's get naked," Jane at last instructed. Blanche reached over to the lamp and flicked off the switch, then speedily divested her self of her pajamas, while the rustling sounds beside her indicated that Jane was emulating her in swift undress.
"There ... I'm ready, Janie," Blanche purred as she felinely stretched herself out. "It's hot outside tonight, but we better keep the sheets over us, just in case Daddy comes in to say goodnight or something."
"Huh! If he's playing house with Mrs. Kartman, he won't bother to come up and see us-'sides, by now he figures we're pounding our ear," Jane whispered in a conspiratorial tone as she snuggled close. Bare thigh rubbed intimately and insinuatingly against bare girlish thigh, and the soft smooth skin began to twitch and ripple with fluctuations, as soft fingers groped and palpitated, tickled and caressed. Blanche was fondling Jane's lovely young bubbies with both hands, while Jane was tickling Blanche's almost hairless soft pink cunnyslit with an index finger, making the younger girl gasp and arch and squirm her hips from side to side. "Oooh, your pussy feels so sweet and soft, Blanchie baby," she cooed, turning to kiss her sister on the mouth.
Blanche's forefinger now crept between Jane's round creamy thighs towards the soft curly sprigs of black lustrous pussyhair, and tickled the pouting outer rims of those virginal cunnylips.
"Ooooh, Blanchie, Blanchie, you tickle so good," Jane gasped excitedly as she sinuously rolled onto her side to face her sister, and put her right hand over against Blanche's voluptuous, jutting young bottomovals, her left hand fondling one of her sister's apple-bubbies. Their lips met again, and Jane slushed her tongue round and round, quaffing the sweet nectar of that young virgin mouth. Blanche, moaning softly in her dulcet delight, boldly tickled the petulant plump ink cunt hole lips, then edged her fingertip inside, seeking the lodestone of Jane's maturer emotions-and found it.
"Ooooh, that's the best of all, Blanchie-oooh, keep doing that, right on my little tickler," Jane exclaimed sibilantly, pressing tightly up against Blanche as her hand gripped one of Blanche's bare bottomhillocks and squeezed ardently. Her left forefinger was gently tickling the soft almost hairless lips of Blanche's dainty pussychasm, drawing spontaneous, uncontrollable starts and fitful jerks from the graceful, slender, carnation-skinned naked body of the younger girl.
"I wonder if Daddy plays with his thing-you know, when he gets hard up 'cause he's not married yet," Blanche suddenly whispered.
"Blanche Josephs, you're just awful, you are!" Jane was scandalized at the thought of discussing * her father's sex life. "And it's none of your business, anyhow."
"Oh, I mean, I know right now he's probably fucking that nice Mrs. Kartman-and I wouldn't mind if she got to be our new Mummy, 'cause then we could play house-like you say it-with Betty and Elaine. Only, I mean, before he met her, after Mummy went to heaven-"
"I don't think Mummy cared much for playing house. I just know it. Mrs. Kartman's so differentyou can tell she likes to have her pussy loved-like maybe the way I'm doing to you, Blanchie," Jane huskily avowed, pressing closer and rubbing her belly and thighs against Blanche's the while her left forefinger kept edging deeper into the soft dainty cunthole, till it came up against the taut obstruction of Blanche's cherry, which made the younger girl gasp and wriggle, "Ooh, not so hard there, that's to keep boys' cocks out!"
"Stop talking dirty, Blanchie, or I'll spank your bare bummy," Jane threatened, applying a light playful slap to the jouncy bottomovals, which made her sister squirm up tightly against her. Now their cunts merged, and Jane's eyes widened; gripping Blanche by the cheeks of her satiny vibrant bare behind, the older girl commenced a slow, insistant rubbing maneuever, forcing her blackfurred loveslit against her sister's soft twitching pink almost hairless lovelips, while her jutting young ivory titties pressed lovingly against Blanche's apple-titties in a sweet sisterly concord.
"Fuck me, Janie-ooh, please fuck me nice and slow and make it last forever," Blanche sighed dreamily as she swung her left leg over Jane's hip and arched forward, to grind pussy to pussy even more eagerly, her nubile satiny belly surging tightly against Jane's smooth naked tummy. Her hands clutched Jane's bubbies at the outer sides, kneading and palpitating them, and their lips met. Their tongues roamed fervently now as each girl sought the appeasement of her cunnyitch.
"I wish I had a cock like Daddy," Blanche suddenly confided in a voice unsteady and throbbing with her roused emotions, "I'd iust love to put it into your soft little nest and go down on you, Janie honey!"
"You're wicked! If you keep talking dirty, I won't let you do it to me at all!" Jane warned, but her tone lacked conviction, and her shuddering ecstasy made her ram her loins against Blanche's and grind back in a more accelerated, erratic tempo of fuck-friction. "Ahh-ohh, Blanchie, just love me up good, darling! I don't want you to have a c-a thing between your legs, your soft little spot feels nice enough against mine when you tickle me that way-oooh, use your finger too and tickle, honey!"
Blanche instantly complied; her forefinger crept between the furry fronds, into the moistening, twitching plump pink cunthole lips and discovered Jane's already throbbingly stiff clitoris, which she began to press and rub this way and that. Jane groaned, kissed her sister hard on the mouth, and now both her hands were digging into Blanche's saucily spacious, jutting oval assglobes as if for dear life as she gyrated and ground pussy to pussy in a frantic summons to the shattering bliss of hot girl-come.
Blanche was frigging Jane's lovebutton insistently, now and Jane's titties were rising and falling turbulently as the hot urge to spend wakened deep in the recesses of her virgn cunthole. "QohBlanchie-ahh-ohh, love me up hard, ohh, do it, do it!" she breathed.
"Say fuck, then," Blanche artfully stopped tickling and pussyrubbing, staring into her sister's flushed, contorted face. She had a malicious, secretly sensually thrilling amusement in making her older sister blush and be upset by using naughty words, having once, about a year ago, heard a boy in her class say the word "fuck" in her presence, and an older girl had gigglingly told her what it meant. Ever since then, whenever she and Jane girlloved, she enjoyed sneaking that and other words she had since learned into their amorous trysting.
"Blanchie Josephs-you cut that out-go on, don't stop and leave me high and dry," Jane wailed, rubbing herself furiously against Blanche's dainty pinklipped quim. But Blanche remained motionless, and even her frigging finger halted its delicate ministrations. "Say fuck, then, and I will, otherwise, no fucking," Blanche giggled haskily.
"Darn your hide anyway-all right, f-f-fuck, then! Now go ahead and hurry, I'm dying," Jane capitulated.
Blanche giggled, then kissed Jane hard, driving in her rapacious little tongue, and then her forefinger resumed its perorations against Jane's throbbing tickler-button, flattening it back down out of sight, then letting it bob up and vibrate, tweaking it, rolling it this way and that, up and down, from side to side. Moaning with bliss-approach, Jane Josephs squirmed till her cunnyhairs rasped Blanche's tender maiden twat, and impulsively inserted her right forefinger in the broadening humid-warm cleft that separated Blanche's voluptuous young naked asscheeks, found the dainty puckering orifice of virgin bungdom, and prodded the crinkly pink lips.
"OHHH JANIE, THAT'S HEAVEN, DO THAT SOME MORE!" Blanche squealed.
"Shh, you dummy, want Daddy to hear us?" Jane gasped frantically.
"Don't worry, he's busy fucking Mrs. Kartman right about now," Blanche purred as she squirmed her voluptuous young backside this way and that, pleading with Jane to delve her prodding finger deeper still. "Oooh, put it all the way in, goose me good, Janie, ohhh, it's so nice!"
"Then you do it to me too," Jane insisted as her forefinger gouged slowly down into the grudgingly yielding narrow asshole-canal.
Blanche Josephs moaned and kissed Jane's tittiebud ardently, her lips sucking noisily as her own forefinger crept along the humid groove between Jane's round satiny bare bottomglobes, found the plumper, crinklier rosette of Jane's virgin bung, and inserted just inside the tremblingly twitching lips. Her other forefinger now speeded against Jane's erect tickler-button, and the girls sobbed aloud in their ecstatic Tantalus as their young emotions furiously whetted and augmented towards that elysian goal of hot gushing creamy come.
Their bellies rubbed passionately together, as they frigged and goosed each other, and now Jane rolled Blanche over onto her back and began to grind her pelvis wildly against the soft pouting, swelling lips of Blanche's almost hairless young cunthole, feeling the younger girl's clittie throb and surge with galvanic seizures from this idyllic frictioning. Her other index finger was imbedded as far as it would go in the thrillingly tight rectal channel of the pretty blonde youngster, and was working in and out, with jerky, tantalizing movements that roused Blanche's sensuality to its highest pitch.
Blanche's lips sucked Jane's left tittiebud furiously, drawing it out from the rosy aureole till it stood erect and swollen, dark with love-blood formed in this torrid tumescence. Blanche's fingers were busily paying Jane back for her own twofinger-tantalizing, surging deep inside Jane's quaking, spasming bunghole, prodding Jane's avidly stiff young clittie. And then, half fainting with excitement, both girls fplt the crisis seize them, and each cried out hoarsely, smothering her outcry in the other's panting mouth as they rolled to and fro on the rumpled bed-just as, at almost this very minute, Dorothy Kartman and Frank Josephs achieved a violently cumulative hot spurting lovegush ....