Chapter 9
Jill lay naked in the darkness of her small bedroom, listening to the panting, thrashing bodies banging the head of her sister's bed against the thin wall. Pattie's low moans and sobs raised the hair on Jill's neck. Her finger crept into her wet cunt hair. She was determined to wait until Cocky was so out of his head with sex heat that he would be one huge throbbing cock that would promptly plunge into the steaming depths of her hot cunt.
"Your dick is so fucking big and strong, it's splitting me in two," Pattie moaned. "Let me get my clothes off. You came on so fast, this skirt is driving me batty, clinging to my legs."
"Fuck the skirt," Cocky rasped. "Here, push it up higher. Jesus, that cunt looks so sexy in the light from that red bed lamp. It's pink and it's wet, and it's eating my cock like it was starved. Fuck, baby! Get those hips rolling!"
The steady squeaking noise of the bed springs got inside Jill's head and drove her down the hall to peek in her sister's room. She saw two hard-fucking bodies on the wide bed, the lamp beside them throwing long, erotic shadows of the writhing figures on the wall. She could hear the steady slurp-slurp of his wide cock forcing Pattie's cunt juice out of her hole.
Their pace got faster. The bed rolled around on the bare floor. It crashed against the wall as he drove his meat into her hole, with long, raking thrusts of his hard-muscled hips. He had thrown his pants on the floor. She saw Pattie's flailing arms beating against the mattress as her hips snapped and rolled hotly under the steady pounding of his cock.
"Open wider," he grunted. "Lift your knees. You asked for this, you cunt. Fuck my cock. Fuck it! Fuck it!!!"
"Unhhh!" she panted, "uh-uh-uh-uh!!" Jill's eyes grew round with wonder at how her sister could come so damn hard and still keep taking his cock into her hole and grabbing his butt and straining against him for more and more cock. Cocky never slowed up a bit when he felt her cunt grab his pecker and milk it like an iron fist.
"Keep it going," he commanded harshly. "Start on your next come. Hey, you can reallly fuck, kid-do. All I could wish for is that I'd made it with your cock-teasing sister, when we were in school. She must fuck as good as you do, being your sister and all."
"Turn around, Cocky baby," Jill said quietly. "Here's the cunt you didn't get in high school."
He jumped up off the bed like he'd been shot, and whirled around to stare, open mouthed, at the shadowy figure in the doorway. "Jill!" he gasped. "I don't believe it!"
"Believe this?" she asked, reaching out to slide her hands up and down his slick rod. "Move over, Sis, honey. This man wants to fuck your little sister."
Pattie grinned and scrambled out of the way as Jill pushed him down on the bed. "Wait till you feel that fuckin' woman killer in your snatch," she laughed. "It's even bigger than I remembered it."
Jill lay back and parted her legs. Her pussy gleamed wet and hungry for cock, in the soft light. Her fingers slid down over her smooth stomach to part her cunt lips and tease over the tip of her clit. "Well?"
For all his size, Cocky acted like a crude, kid stud. "Hot damn!" he grinned. "Hold that cunt open. Guide me in, baby."
Jill held her moist lips open and rubbed the head of his cock around and around on her cunt, teasing him still, making him wait even longer to get into the snatch he had wanted years ago. But her urge to fuck his big tool took over. Her fingers lined his rigid cock up with her cunthole. Her hips rose up to take him into her. She sighed when his meat pushed her cunt walls way out. He settled down into her, sinking every inch in her dripping fuckhole. Their bodies whacked hotly against each other as he screwed her like a stud horse, making the bed complain even more loudly.
"Can't believe it," he kept muttering, watching his prong whip around between her swollen cunt lips. "You feel just like Pattie."
"Don't talk. Fuck!" Jill rapped out. "Shit, that dork makes me so fucking hot, I'm acting like a damn whore!"
She ran her hands feverishly over her trembling thighs. Her fingers dipped down into her packed cunt.
"Screw me! Make me hurt, damn it. Fuck me harder. Stud! Stud!"
She grabbed for her sister's hand, jamming it down over her cunt mound. "Put your finger in me, beside his fucking cock. I want my hot pussy packed as full as it can get. Finger fuck me, Pat. Oh, shit, I'm so fucking hot everything's turning all hazy. Can't pass out. Can't start to pee. Gotta fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Pattie watched her sister's eyes close. Tiny beads of sweat broke out all over her heaving chest. Cocky came up on his knees, reaching for Jill's slim waist, gripping her hot flesh like a steel vise. His cock sloshed in and out of her creamed cunt like the piston of a huge fucking engine. He was sweating, too. Gasping for air. But he never missed a hard stroke. Jill's hands tore at his shirt, ripping it off and throwing the shreds on the floor. Her eyes were open and glassy, now. Her cunt clung tightly around his cock, raking his rod, turning it flame-red and streaked with her white frothy cunt juice.
Jill pushed Pattie's hand away and dug at her own throbbing clit. Her body rippled with muscle spasms, heaving up and down on the creaking bed, screwing the hard tool that drove her from one quick orgasm to another.
"Uuummm! My cunt is on fire! I'm coming. This is really gonnnnaaaaa doooooo it! I ... ugh-damn ... get off me, you fucker. That's all I want. You're just a big, damn cock. You got me off, but you don't know a fucking thing about making love. Get lost."
"Bullshit!" he grunted. "I ain't come. Keep those legs open. Wrap your hands around my cock, shut your mouth and fuck, you bitch."
His cock drove even more deeply into her. He fucked like his climax was days away. Jill's arms and legs lay limply on the bed. Her stomach rippled every time his thick cock smashed into her cunt. Her breath rasped in her ears.
"You're just coasting, damn you," he complained. "Fuck me. Get that thing going again. Pat, lay on top of your sister. I want to fuck both of you at once. Yeah, yeah! Open wider. Here it comes."
He sank his shaft clear to the base, reaming into Pattie's and Jill's cunt. He held tightly against them as his cock surprised him and suddenly spurted huge blobs of sperm into the bottom of Pattie's cunt.
"Well, shit! God, double damn, it all. Me and my ideas," he complained. "I shouldn't have gotten so greedy."
He staggered to his feet, his long cock swinging and dribbling cum. He grabbed it and looked at it like it was a trusted friend that had done him wrong.
"Well, fuck it. That's does it, you cunts," he muttered. "Gotta get home. It's been fun, chickies. Call me again sometime, Pat."
The girls lay on the rumpled bed and looked at each other in silent wonder as he tugged his pants on and waved casually at them. They heard him clump down the stairs and slam the front door.
"What a crude fucker," Pattie blew up. "He has just as big an ego as he did when he was bossing the team around in school. But ... he can move that cock of his!" She snickered, and then grew serious when she looked at Jill's expression.
"I'm still hot," Jill moaned. "Suck on my cunt a little bit, Pat? Move your pussy up here. Mmmmm, you are so damn wet, sweetie. Aaaaahhh ... mmm, your cunt tastes soooo good!"
They lay with their mouths pressed tightly over each other's hot snatches, hardly moving. Only their tongues. Drifting up and down. Slowly. Lazily. Enjoying the tiny tremors that spread out through their bodies as their cunts responded to the soft feminine touches between their parted legs. They drifted off into a quiet slumber, with their mouths open and full of cunt. Exhausted at last. For the first time since Jill had arrived, Pat's bedroom was quiet.
The room was growing light with the coming of dawn when Jill's eyes snapped open. Her asshole felt strange! Burning. Someone had their finger buried deep inside her shit chute, fingering her and sliding a slippery finger inside her cunt. The fingers came together inside her, tugging at her hot flesh, teasing her into a sleepy come that crinkled her nipples and made her pussy gush like a tiny fountain. She felt Pattie's mouth close hungrily over a firm, rosy nipple.
"You, sex fiend!" she muttered contentedly, thrusting her hot ass back against the small insistent fingers that kept working in her hole.
"You love it!" Pat whispered, biting down harder on the tit bud between her teeth.
"Yes ... love it. Mmmm, what a way to start the day," Jill smiled lazily, her body coming alive with little jolting flashes that zipped up through her spine.
She twisted around, her head nudging Pat's legs apart. She sucked the sweet pussy flesh into her mouth, licking, nibbling. They came together, holding tight, whimpering their mutual joy that they were together again and sucking cunt like they did when they were little kids hiding deep under the covers.
The harsh jangle of the telephone brought them back to reality while they lay resting in each other's arms. Pat sat up and mumbled hello into the phone.
"Ummm, I dunno about this," she said doubtfully. "But I will come down, with my sister, and talk to you about the job this morning. Don't you ever go to bed? Oh, just closing up, huh? Geez, some club you must run!"
She hung up and looked at Jill, who was waiting expectantly for the news. "That was some dude who's been bugging me to come and dance in his topless joint," she told Jill. "The pay is terrific, but Dan would blow his cork if he came home and found I was dancing half naked in front of a bunch of horny cock whackers."
"Maybe that guy would hire me," Jill grinned. "After all, I have to do something to support myself. Turning tricks, except like back at the motel, is too damn risky to suit me. I'd really rather be loved, or find some cock on my own, than having to screw some cat who's paid for my cunt. Let's go talk to him and get the story firsthand."
By noon they had forced themselves to stop sucking pussy and get dressed. They were both still hot, when they got to the topless joint. It proved to be a crummy hole, but the owner was so good looking Jill felt her cunt begin its old teasing trick of itching and dribbling wetly into her tight panty crotch. She sat rubbing her thighs together, more turned on than ever before.
The owner sat talking about the hours and the pay, and drinking, and getting hornier and hornier brushing his legs against Pat's long legs under the tiny table.
"Well?" he finally asked them. "Want to try it?"
The two girls looked at each other. Pat shook her head, but Jill was curious enough, mostly about the man, to take a crack at the job. "What if the guys get funny?" she asked. "Who keeps me from getting knocked down and fucked silly right here in this bar?"
"I'm always around the place," he smiled easily. "But, I'm thinking maybe you would do better in my other place. It's a private club. High priced membership, Classy! You'd dance, fully nude, on a glass bar. Ricky tricky lights, hot music, the whole shot. But, in my other place, you have to let the men suck on your cunt, right there on the bar. The grand a week I pay might lessen your pain a little," he grinned.
Jill swallowed hard, imagining herself laying naked on a bar top and looking down at some rich dude licking her hot cunt. "What keeps the place from being busted by the cops?" she asked.
"I pay some heavy bread to the right people," he said. "I can afford it. Anyway, the mayor and the police commissioner both drop by once a week. That gives you an idea of how plush, and top secret the place is."
Jill felt his hand on her leg. It was warm and firm. But he didn't push. She smelled money! If the party got too rough, he would save her, anyway. She believed him. Her cunt was wet and pulsing with her urgent desire to fuck him. He looked and smelled like real class. In every way he was the exact opposite of her stupid husband who must be jacking his dork off in L.A. and wondering where she had gone.
"I'll come back tonight," Jill told him. "For that kind of money, I'll try anything. I'd let King Kong lick my cunt for a grand a week! Already, I'm hot."
She pulled her skirt up her leg and felt Van's fingers brush over the inside of her bare thigh. She watched his eyes watching her nipples poke up under the thin silk blouse she was wearing.
"I'll be right here. Waiting for you," he smiled. His finger brushed teasingly over her damp panty crotch. "Mmm. You're ready."
"You have no idea!" Jill laughed. "See you tonight, for sure."
When she knocked on his office door that evening, it swung silently open. She stepped inside and stopped abruptly when she saw him standing beside his desk, facing her. He was fucking a slim, naked girl who was leaning back and looking down at the cock slushing in her juicy box.
"Oh, hello!" he said, waving to her like she wasn't interrupting anything special. "Come on in. Pull up a chair. Be right with you."
"No, you won't, Van," the girl complained, swinging her cunt on his stiff cock. "You gotta make me come, first."
Jill walked around the desk. She felt her pussy squeeze tightly shut when she saw the huge rod jutting out of Van's fly. It was fully as thick as her arm, heavily veined, full and throbbing with rugged strength that was making the chick grit her teeth and ride her clit down on his long shaft.
"Knock it off, Betts," he told her, softly. "Business. See me later. Or get the bartender to finish you off. He's had the hots for your cunt ever since you first came to work here."
She sniffed. "Oh, him. Old limber dick. I'd sooner finger fuck myself."
"Then go do it," he told her. He stepped back, his whang lifting up to thud wetly against his white shirt front. "Put it away, honey, like a good little girl. Go work on your finger."
She grumbled, but she did as she was told. If looks could have killed, Jill would have died on the spot. She slammed the office door. Her heels clicked angrily on the hard floor as she went in search of relief.
"You are one cool dude," Jill grinned at Van. "Do you fuck all the help?"
"No," he said, shortly. "Come on with me. We are going over to the Diamond Club. I'll show you the ropes, before opening time. By the way, you look very good. Lovely!"
"Thank you," Jill smiled, brushing her hands over her firm breasts. He stood looking at her, his cock still erect inside his slacks. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, knockers like I wish Mother had had, slim waist, long legs ... you have enough going for you that you can pick and choose whatever horny cock knocker you want to go down on you, during your show. I do think I should be first, however."
"Seems fair," Jill smiled, reaching for him.
"Not here. That bitch will kill you, if she saw me fucking you, here in this office. We can stop at my apartment on the way to the Club. Let's go suck!"
He helped her into his bright red Jaguar. "I wonder why this crazy cock of mine won't go down?" he grinned.
"All men should have that kind of trouble," Jill laughed. She felt very very good. Sexy! Turned on enough to light up the whole inside of the ritzy car.
The Jag wheeled into the underground garage of a huge apartment complex. Inside the swift elevator to the penthouse, Jill could wait no longer to feel his strong arms around her. She ground her cunt against the hard bulge in his tailored slacks. Her lips parted. His tongue stole hungrily inside her soft mouth.
"You are one ready chick," Van smiled as the cage doors slid silently open.
"My pussy is so squishy wet, you can hear it when I walk. Shuffle along, really!" she laughed. Her voice sounded tight with tension. Her knees threatened to buckle under her when she walked into Van's beautiful apartment. She walked to the huge picture window overlooking a broad sweep of the city. Below her, the narrow streets of Chinatown teemed with people.
Van came up behind her. His arms went around her waist. She felt his cock press against her tight ass cheeks. His finger probed into her hot cunt, under her lifted dress. "Beautiful, isn't it, down there? I never get tired watching the lights, and all that frantic activity on the streets of this town. Everyone is out looking for what I have right here in my arms."
He picked her up and carried her into a softly lit bedroom, floored with a pale blue rug that was reflected in the mirrored walls. She stretched out on the big circular bed, kicking her shoes off and wiggling her toes. Her whole body tingled with anticipation. When Jill's knees parted and her dress was rolled smoothly up her legs, Van whistled softly. He stood enjoying the view of her moist, golden cunt laying open and hungry. Waiting for his cock.
"You can do more than just look," she softly encouraged him.
The sound of his descending zipper was muted by the heavy carpeting and the expensive drapes. His cock pointed straight where Jill wanted it to go.