Chapter 5
Pat lay in the hot tub full of fragrant bubbles. She felt fucked out, but still hot. She eased her hips out of the water and peeked at her clit. It was still protruding from under its tiny hood. Eager. Ready. And she had no one to play with it for her. Her mind wandered over the men she could think of who she might get into her bed. Ray would not be home until tomorrow. She wondered if Lynn would be angry if she went after Jerry again. No, that would not do. Pat realized that the driver of the tow truck was the only man who could satisfy her now.
She dried herself and decided to dress and go shopping. That would do nothing for her driving urge to fuck, but it would pass some time until something happened. She was ready to leave when the phone jangled.
"Amy!" she cried happily. "Of all people. Where are you, honey? Really! I'll come and pick you up. Oh, damn, I can't. Well, take a taxi. Is John with you? Wonderful. And Penny? Of course, stay here as long as you like. Hurry!"
She put the phone back on its hook and did a little dance around her room. She had not seen her older sister for months. Or Amy's husband, John. Pat looked at her face flushing a dark pink, in her mirror. She had always had the hots for him. And Penny was with them this time. She must be ... ummm ... at least as old as Bobby. She could put John and Amy up in the guest room, and Penny on the sofa. Pat busied herself putting fresh linen on their bed and planning dinner.
She dressed quickly in a tight sweater and a short skirt. Pat was waiting by the front window when they pulled up. John was as big and handsome as ever! When he swept her up in his arms and hugged her, she thought her ribs would crack. Pat had almost made it with him, one night while he was going with her sister, but she'd chickened out at the last minute.
They talked up a storm all afternoon. An unexpected business deal had brought John to town and he had persuaded Amy and Penny to come along for the trip. Amy had gained a little weight, but otherwise she was almost a carbon copy of Pat. Same full bust. Same flat tummy. And the same rounded ass. The five years difference in their ages hardly showed at all.
"My, Penny, you are certainly growing up fast," Pat told the slim girl. She sat curled up in a comer of the sofa, listening to her parents and Pat rattling on. Her small tits made gentle mounds under the thin blouse. Pat found herself wondering how she looked in the nude, and if there would be time to get Penny and Bobby together.
After a late dinner, Amy and Penny insisted on cleaning up the kitchen. John disappeared, upstairs.
"Maybe I shouldn't ask, Pat, but how are you and Ray doing these days?" Amy asked.
Pat glanced at Penny and said, "Let's talk about him later. I don't feel like getting depressed."
She headed for the stairs and then stuck her head in the bathroom. "Find everything you need?" she called out to John.
He pushed the shower door open and waved cheerfully at her. Pat's stomach did a double flip when her eyes fastened on his long thick dick, capped with a mound of lather. Had he been jacking off? His cock was a very healthy pink color, and more than half up. Her shaking hand lifted a towel off the rack as she stood watching him rinsing off. Damn but she was horny! It seemed just a few minutes ago that she had been down on her knees, drying Bobby's stiffening prick.
"Here you go," she said, tossing him the towel.
"So it's self service around here, huh?" he boomed in his deep voice. His prong swung back and forth as he dried himself. His eyes swept over her tight sweater. His cock grew a bit firmer. She reached out and brushed her hand over it.
"Should haVe grabbed that when I had the chance," she kidded.
He grinned. "Not too late. Maybe. Drop by when we get in bed. Amy is broad minded."
"Not that broad," she laughed. But she hoped he was serious. Amy and she hadn't talked much about screwing. Not lately. It may just stir up trouble if she messed around with John. But she was so tempted!
Pat went to her bedroom where she undressed and slipped into her robe. She then went down to see if Penny was comfortable. She found the young girl lying on her back on the sofa.
"Asleep, hon?" Pat asked, reaching to tuck the covers around her. Her hand brushe between Penny's legs, and in spite of herself, paused. She'd felt the girl instantly push her hips up and tremble slightly at her touch. Pat sat down and let her hand rest on top of the blanket over her cunt.
"Too tired to sleep after your trip?" Pat asked quietly.
Penny nodded. Her legs opened a little. "I was playing with my pussy. I ... I get so awfully hot, these days. Sometimes it helps me to get to sleep. Am I bad for doing that, Pat?"
She impulsively hugged the hot young girl. "Of course not. I used to. Every night. It feels good to play with your clitty. Ah ... does Amy know you get your fingers wet?"
Penny nodded brightly. "Sometimes ... maybe I shouldn't tell you this ... sometimes when I really can't get to sleep, she helps me to relax."
Pat just sat quietly, wondering what she should! do. Or say. Then she smiled and kissed Penny lightly on the lips. To her surprise, the girl clung hotly to her, flicking her tongue out and running it swiftly over Pat's lips.
She whispered, "You are so much like my mom."
Pat quickly stood up, confused and uncertain. "But I'm not your mother, honey. Try to sleep." Her hand held on Penny's cunt, briefly. Then she turned, resolutely, and headed upstairs. Everyone is so hot around here, she thought to herself. What a horny summer this is!
The door to the guest room was partly open. She pushed it a bit and stuck her head in the room. John and Amy were lying in bed. The glow of the tiny bed lamp showed her the outline of his long dick lying over his thigh.
"Come in, Pat," John called to her.
He shifted over, making room for her to sit on the edge of the wide bed. Her robe fell away from her legs. She sat so she knew he could look between her open thighs and see her moist cunt.
"Penny's having trouble getting to sleep," she said. "I guess she is overly tired from the flight here."
Amy sighed and shifted under the sheet. "I'll go talk to her later. Definitely not now."
Pat saw that Amy's legs were spread wide. The sheet moved over her cunt. He was diddling with her pussy! His hand lifted and lowered the sheet as his finger slid smoothly between Amy's parted cunt lips. Her own pussy began oozing wetly.
"You were going to ... mmm ... easy, John ... tell me about Ray," her sister prompted her.
Pat made a face. "Wish there was something to tell. He's hardly ever home anymore. Might as well not be, when he is. Sex-wise. He's ... well, he called me by some other woman's name last night."
"Oh, shit," John said, in sympathy. "Gotta get the name right."
Amy closed her legs on his hand. Her hips moved slowly up and down. "You call 'em all 'Honey', don't you? Honey," she teased John.
He laughed and dropped his hand on Pat's bare leg. "It's a helluva lot safer!"
"So," Amy said, "That means you aren't getting much these days. Right?"
Pat looked down, and nodded. She was not about to tell them about madly fucking her paper boy, or about the pool party with her neighbors. She had to play the hard-up sister, if she was to get anything going tonight.
Amy pushed the sheet halfway down her body. Her nipples were standing up stiffly.
"Think you can handle two hot women tonight, John?" she whispered.
Her foot pushed the sheet down to her open knees. Pat caught her breath. Amy's pussy was shaved completely bare! She could see his finger dipping ever so slowly into her smooth cunt. Pat knew Amy had to be a sexy bitch, but she never suspected her sister loved to be fingered and eaten so much she'd shave every hair off her cunt so there would be nothing in the way of her erotic pleasures.
He smiled, his hand moving up Pat's leg. "I might try. If you are sure it's O.K. with you, Amy."
"Guess it would be all in the family," she said. "But you have to take care of this cunt first."
He murmured, "My pleasure." He threw the sheet completely off their bodies. He lifted Amy's leg and slid his head under her soft thigh. His rising cock was just inches from Pat's fingers. In seconds, he had Amy panting and rocking her pussy against his lapping tongue. Her hand reached out for Pat's and put it on her husband's heavy prick. Together, they stroked him up full and rockhard.
"Go ahead. Suck on him if you want to. He loves it. Every lick."
With a hungry moan, Pat leaned over and eased him into her mouth. She slowly jacked his dork, her hand brushing against her sister's warm body. His cock didn't jerk or move an inch under the touch of her tongue and her nipping teeth. How strange, Pat thought. He must not be as sensitive as the other men she'd been down on.
Another surprise for Pat was how long Amy lasted. She didn't seem to really want to come. Ever. Her hand toyed with John's cock and her fingers kept slipping up into Pat's sucking mouth, to brush over her flicking tongue. She made love in a hot, but very relaxed way. The way a woman would who was sure of her man. Who got her sex regularly. Not like me, Pat thought rather bitterly.
Her sister seemed so different to Pat. Slow moving. Sensuous. She enjoyed every movement of John's tongue up her snatch, but she did not react with the violent, thrusting hunger that Pat always showed when she was aroused.
Pat's curiosity got the better of her. She released his cock and came up on her knees, bending over Amy. John pushed his wife's legs open wider and moved his mouth down to make room for Pat. When her tongue flicked over Amy's clit, she moaned for the first time and lifted her hips high up off the bed. Pat could feel her heart thudding its excitement against her ribs. How often she had sucked on this same cunt, when they were giggling school girls who slept in the same bed. She remembered how good Amy was at finger fucking, and abruptly reached for her sister's hand.
"Oh, God, you still have that touch!" she gasped. Her legs snapped open and then shut, imprisoning Amy's fingers deep in her pussy. Pat sucked harder on her sister's clit. It had been bare, before. It still was! And Amy was beginning to whimper in a high, thin voice, just like she used to when she came from Pat's sucking sensations whipping through her little body.
"Move down lower," Pat urged John. He rolled Amy on her side and licked her asshole. Now her sister's bare cunt was entirely open for Pat to burrow her tongue deeply and swoop up to hotly lick the erect pink clit that quivered and jumped.
It slowly dawned on Pat that Amy must be almost totally oral in her sex drive. That, and just fingers. Pat would long ago have been wildly riding John's cock if he belonged to her. She twiste around until she was half lying on his legs. Her thighs closed, jerking his cock up into her cunt. She sucked twice as hard when his thick dick throbbed in her. He rolled over on his back and began screwing Pat with strong strokes of his heavy prick. Amy's cunt was left to Pat. She went after it like a tiger! In her hot mind, they were both little girls again, playing at sex games like kids love to do.
It was hard for Pat to concentrate on what was happening in her pussy. Amy had a strong grip on her head and was grinding her mound against Pat's mouth with stronger and stronger lunges of her hips.
"You're making me come, Sis," Amy panted. "OH! My god!"
Pat pushed her tongue in as far as she could and felt it being locked in by Amy's strong cunt muscles. Her sister shook the bed, drumming her heels on the yielding mattress, coming and coming and shrieking like she was dying! She doubled up and lay trembling in a tight ball, her hands gripping her shaved pussy while wild tremors racked her body.
John seized the chance to get Pat on her back and then rammed his cock all the way in her wet hole. He fucked slowly. Ponderously. But little by little, he was getting through to her. Pat's orgasm stole up on her and suddenly took over. She raised half up off the bed and came so hard and fast she peed a few drops.
It didn't phase John at all. After she had stopped shaking, he eased out of her and just sat, smiling.
He seemed to have no desire at all to come. What a weird fucker, Pat thought. She smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks. I needed that."
Actually, she wasn't exactly aglow. It had been a pretty quick fuck. She had come, but only from the steady irritation of her pussy by his thick rod. As a lover, she was damn glad she'd passed him up, before he married Amy. Fuck him, she thought. Along with Ray.
"I'm going to make myself a drink," Pat spoke up. "Can I bring you one back, Amy?"
"No. I had better go see how Penny is."
John lay back on the bed and began stroking his long dick. The women walked down the stairs, their arms around each other.
"I know what you're thinking, Pat," her sister said quietly. "As a pussy fucker, he's not much. But the way he sucks my cunt-wow! Frankly, that's why I was not at all jealous about letting him put his prong in you. He's not good enough for you to want to take him away from me."
Pat hugged Amy, but said nothing. Her sister was right. He was really just another cock on two feet.
She fumbled around in the comer bar and came up with a half empty bottle of scotch. When she heard an odd noise, she glanced over at the sofa. Penny was sitting on her own daughter's pussy! Pat dropped the bottle, and stared.
"Ooooo, Mommy! I waited so long for you to come down and do me. Lick me, Mommy! Lick me."
Pat walked slowly over to stare down at Penny's cunt. It was shaved just as bare as her mother's! While she watched, the hot teenager spread her fingers and raked them over her little pussy. She tried so hard to come, but she couldn't make it. Her finger jammed into her snatch, beside her mother's tongue, fingerfucking herself so fast her hand was a blur.
"Uh. Uh. Have to come. Have to, Mommy. If you can't get me off, Daddy will have to fuck me again. Oh ... I'm sorry. That slipped out."
Amy drew back and glanced up at Pat, nervously. Then she shrugged and smiled. "I don't mind," she explained lamely. "John has to fuck some female who digs it. It doesn't happen too often."
"So Penny's coming back upstairs with us?"
"I guess so," Amy replied. "If it won't bother you to see John screwing her. She loves it. She's awfully tight."
Pat waved her hand in a vague gesture. "If I don't want to look, probably you and I can think of something to do while this bare-pussied chick gets banged."
When they walked into the bedroom, John was up like a flag pole. Penny flung herself on him and eagerly stuffed his long cock up her cunt, sitting on him like an Indian squaw. She bounced up and down, completely ignoring John's embarrassed expression as he looked up at Pat watching him fuck his daughter.
"This ... this sort of helps her get tired enough to sleep," he explained. "She is a very nervous, emotional child. Ouch! And hot as a fucking fox!"