Chapter 8
They were both as hungry as wolves, the next morning. After working their way through bacon and eggs and stacks of pancakes, Tim dropped Jill off in front of the Greyhound Bus depot.
"Watch yourself in the heavy traffic, on that crazy machine," she cautioned him. "And don't pick up any strange, horny women."
"You sound like my mom," he grinned, kissing her with a wistful expression on his young face. "I'll be careful. You too!"
Jill tossed her suitcase on the overhead rack and eased into the window seat on the driver's side, at the back of the huge bus. Only the seat next to her was unoccupied. Just before she heard the low growl of the engine and the hiss of compressed air, the last passenger boarded and sat down nervously beside her. He was a young boy. About twelve or thirteen, Jill guessed. She watched while he searched the crowd of people on the sidewalk and waved to a woman who had to be his mother. She had the same lanky figure, and the same mop of flaming red hair.
"Going to San Francisco?" she asked him.
He nodded. "My mom and dad are breaking up and I have to go stay with my aunt for a while. I don't wanna go. I love my mom."
She noticed his hands were absently holding his cock, as he thought about leaving his mother. She wondered just how his mother had loved him! The way he was fondling his half hard dick gave her a pretty good clue. He tugged his heavy jacket off and laid it across his lap. When the bus was only a mile down the highway, his hand began moving in a way that told Jill he was surely playing with his cock.
Jill glanced sharply at the boy's face. His eyes were filled with tears. His hand pumped up and down on his prick, in an absent minded way. Jill felt sorry for him. Her own small troubles seemed nothing at all compared to his. If her own husband had not been so opposed to children, she could now have a son his age.
Impulsively she shifted over close to him, and put her arm around his shoulders. He leaned against her. She smiled at him and brushed his hair back from his eyes. "Rest a while," she murmured. "We'll be in Frisco before too long. Everything will work out okay for you. You'll see."
He sighed and put his head on her soft shoulder. The jacket slipped lower on his lap. Jill felt that old tingle of excitement in her stomach when she saw the size of the pudgy cock in the boy's hand. She reached down and pulled his jacket up higher. The back of her hand brushed over the wide tip of his erection.
"Will you hold my dick, like my mom ... I mean, will you play with it? Just a little bit?"
Jill bit her lip, hesitating. She glanced nervously around at the other passengers, but either they had their faces buried in magazines or they were gazing out of the wide bus windows.
He took his hand off his stiff dick and lifted the edge of his jacket. She could not help herself. "Well, okay. But just for a minute or two," she whispered. She tugged all of his cock out of his open fly. It was pink and thick and jumpy, all deliciously young and firm! If she had only had a boy, he would have a neat pecker like this, and she knew she'd suck on him, like she wanted to with this lonely youngster.
"Squeeze it harder. That feels great!" he said. "My mom-uh-my mom tickles my balls and gets my dick all slick, and she rubs her thumb over the end of my whacker. Yeah-oh, yeah ... just like that!"
Jill's hot hand moved up and down on his rigid cock. She felt her pussy start to soak her panty crotch. This was insane! Jerking off a strange kid in broad daylight, on a crowded bus. His dick throbbed so damn stiffly in her teasing hand, she could not make herself take her fingers away from it.
"Listen," she said quietly. "These people are going to see your cock, if we fool around here. I'm going back to the washroom. In a minute, you come back. Close the door real quick, behind you. Okay! We can play in there, and no one will know."
"Hey! That'll be neat! Help me stuff it back in my pants."
Jill walked on shaky legs, hoping her wet cunt would not soak through her slacks. She stood uncertainly, inside the tiny room, telling herself she was nuts to mess around with this young, horny kid. But when he opened the door, her hand went straight for his sweet dick.
"Stand up on the toilet seat. Hang on to the handgrip there on the wall," she told him. Her fumbling fingers unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. His hard cock snapped up, swelling out almost as full and husky as Tim's had been, the night before.
Jill caught her breath when his hands reached out and pulled her face close to the bright pink cocktip that bobbed just inches from her parted lips.
"Suck on it, a little bit," he said. "My mom licks me, underneath. It makes my balls get full and achy. She lets me come in her mouth, sometimes. If I don't tell her when I'm gonna shoot. Will you suck me all the way?"
There was no stopping. Not now. Not with that stiff young hunk of tasty meat sliding in and out of her wet mouth. Jill braced herself against the motion of the bus and gave into her urge to lick and bite and suck on the stiff rod that was manfully screwing into her mouth. Her hands reached around to hold his firmly muscled, tight little ass. She took in every inch of his sweet tasting dick.
Her boobs felt warm and tingly from her excitement. Tugging her sweater up to her chin, she pressed her tits around his hard shaft and jacked him between her full breasts. He reached down to push her swollen tits around his cock, fucking against her body with practiced swings of his strong little hips. Jill guessed he was no stranger to tit fucking!
She felt his prick grow rock hard and watched it turn even more flaming red. Every hair on his balls began to bristle. Her mouth swooped down over his cockhead just as he made an odd snuffling sound and whipped out a small ocean of hot, young-boy cum.
"Wooooow! You suck me real neat," he whispered hotly.
Jill swallowed every drop. She stroked his tight balls and his smooth thighs. His cock finally began to droop. She sighed and helped him pull his pants up and tuck his shirt in.
"Let me go out first," she told him. "And we are not going to mess around, back in our seats. Okay? We pushed our luck far enough."
He nodded. In just a little while he was sound asleep, covered with the heavy plaid jacket Jill tucked in around his sturdy little boy. She slid her hand underneath, and rode the rest of the way holding his soft cock and tender balls. She tried to interest herself in the passing scenery, but the taste of his cum in her mouth and the tiny pricks of heat that glowed inside her cunt distracted her. Jill heaved a long sigh of relief when the bus slowed down and plunged into the thick traffic on the outskirts of the city.
She saw her young seat companion safely in the company of his aunt, and caught a cab to her sister's house. It was so hard to keep her hands off her itchy pussy, she gave up trying. As the cab inched along through the slow traffic, her hand slipped under her skirt. She pushed the damp crotch of her panties aside and eased her finger into her cunthole.
"Aaaaaahh!" she sighed. "That feels mighty good."
The driver reached up and tilted his rear view mirror so he could see up her smooth legs and catch a glimpse of her gold pussy fur fringing around her busy fingers. She grinned boldly at him and opened her legs wide.
She called out, "Like what you see?" She raised her hips and slid her panties down her legs and stuffed them in her purse.
"Nice!" he grinned. "You're making my day."
Jill saw his shoulder moving up and down, and knew darn well he was jacking off. His eyes flicked back and forth from the traffic to the reflection in his mirror. Jill hooked her heels on the edge of the seat and spread her knees as wide as she could. Her head leaned back. Her lips parted. She lewdly finger fucked the squishy hell out of her hot snatch, panting and squirming on the seat.
"God damn, lady! If there was a place to park this hack I'd love to jump all over your bones," the driver groaned huskily.
"I don't put out that easy," Jill sniffed. What a damn lie, she thought to herself. I've been fucking more cocks, these past few days, than I ever had in all my life before I got married. Her finger flew in and out of her drenched fuckhole. Her butt bounced up and down on the tattered seat, driving her fingers deep into her squirming cunt.
Suddenly her legs shot straight out. Her body grew rigid with the force of her orgasm whipping through her. She heard the cabbie groan as his cock unloaded all over the steering wheel.
He muttered, "Oh, shit! What a mess. Listen, lady, if you're gonna be in town for a while, gimme a crack at yuh, okay! I'd sure like to dip my wick in that blonde muff you carry around."
Jill smiled shakily. "We'll see." She fumbled in her purse for her comb and lipstick. The cab turned into a quiet, tree lined street and pulled up in front of an old two story frame house, painted a soft white shade that complemented the green of the neatly trimmed bushes around it.
Pattie's greeting was wildly enthusiastic. She hugged Jill, mashing a matching set of pretty boobs against Jill's chest, dancing around the living room with her, like they were still kids.
"This is a real surprise, Jill!" Her hands slipped under Jill's sweater, brushing over her soft back. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather see right now." Her face was flushed a pretty pink. Her nipples stood up stiffly.
"Oh, oh," Jill laughed. "Something tells me you are going to turn the clock back and want to suck on my pussy like you used to. Dan is out of town again, right?"
"You guessed!" her sister laughed. "And I'm so darn horny I'm going to eat you alive! Come sit down and tell me all the news. Ignore my playing with my cunt," she giggled excitedly. "Some news must be bad, or you wouldn't be here."
They sat close together on the broad sofa. Jill told her about running away from the joker she'd married, and about the hard cocks she had enjoyed on the way to Frisco. Pattie's eyes grew bright, listening to the sexy stories. Her hand slipped under Jill's sweater again. By the time she heard about Jill fucking Tim, standing up on the breezy beach under the silvery light of the moon, her fingers were excitedly pinching and stroking Jill's nipples.
"Best thing you ever did-leaving that quick-come bum," she said firmly. "Hey, sweetie, how about a warm bubble bath and then ... "
Jill smiled. "I know. Suck pussy time!" She stood up and pulled her sweater up over her head. Her white breasts swayed and her cunt tingled under her sister's teasing fingers as Pattie felt her up, walking slowly up the stairs to the big bathroom on the second floor. It was going to be really something to suck on her sister's hot box again, after so many long years of being apart.
When Jill came out of the bathroom, she found Pattie lying naked on the bed in the guest room. Her plump thighs were parted. Her sister's silky cunt hair was brushed away from the wet pink center of her pussy. Jill paused for just a second, looking down at Pattie fingering her hot snatch, waiting impatiently for the sexy warmth of her sister's body beside her.
"Lie down," Pattie urged her. "No, silly, with your head the other way. You always did tease me something awful, darn you. You know, I'm hot to suck your cunt."
Jill stood by the bed for a long moment, finger-fucking her own wet hole, teasing her sister. Then she slipped into bed with her. She raised her leg, and tilted her hips up so Pattie could see her stiff clitty peeking out from its golden nest. Her sister gave a long, low moan and buried her face between Jill's legs. Her tongue licked eagerly inside the swollen cunt lips that parted so readily, welcoming the erotic twinges of excitement that made her remember how they used to suck on each other when their little pussies were still baby bare.
"Mmmmm, your mouth is so hot!" Jill murmured, opening her cunt as wide as she could. "Suck me, baby. Suck, suck, suck. Mmmmmmm."
Pattie slid down over the edge of the bed, pulling Jill after her. She lifted her sister's slim legs and pushed her knees up to her chest, exposing every inch of her horny sister's pink cunt flesh. She lapped Jill's box with feverish heat, making little sexy rumblings, deep in her throat. Her fingers pushed Jill's soaking cunt lips apart. Her tongue raced up and down the wet slit. Her mouth sucked the hot juice that flowed like a river out of Jill's squirming, clenching cunt.
"God damn, you've got me going so fucking hard, Sis," Jill panted. "Pinch my clit. Bite me, bite me! Oh, OH!" Her hips churned furiously. Her finger frigged her hole, slipping in beside Pattie's.
"I'm gonna come. Already! I can't believe it!" Jill panted. "Oh, God! Back away, quick! I'm gonna pee all over myself. Can't stop it! Damn! This is what I used to do when you sucked on me, when we were skinny little brats."
Pattie scooted backwards. She held Jill's legs wide open and watched her sister arch a stream of hot pee up in the air. She leaped up on the bed, slamming her crotch down over Jill's upturned face. Her hand pushed Jill's head up to her cunt. "Lick me! Whew! I'm so fucking hot to come. Yes, yes! There it comes. Oh, shit. I hardly had your sweet mouth on me a minute."
Her legs closed around Jill's head. She shuddered violently, bending over and raking her hot pussy up and down over her sister's mouth. Her body jerked and twisted over on her side, and she jammed two fingers in her cunt. She bit her lips so hard they bled.
"Holy Mother!" she gasped. "I needed that. I haven't gotten off right since Dan left, two nights ago." Her fingers still kept whipping in and out of her hot cunthole.
"Pattie, do you mean you don't have something going on the side? You? Hot as you are? Don't you know a hot stud we can call up, and have him come over and fuck our hot cunts?"
Pattie sat up on the bed, rubbing her breasts tenderly. "I know just one guy, Jill. Remember old Cocky Smith? He was captain of the football team at our school. He lives just two doors down the street. He's still husky and good looking, but I've kept him at arm's length. My marriage is too good to fuck up. But maybe ... "
"Maybe, nothing," Jill decided. "Call him. Get his cock up here. But don't tell him I'm here. When you get him in the sack, fucking, I'll just stroll in and surprise the shit out of him!"
"Lemme get my gun half a dozen times, first," Pattie laughed. "When he sees you, he'll come in two seconds. You never did let him get into you, as often as you teased him."
"Now is the fucking time," Jill smiled. "Let's get some clothes on, and you call him and set it up. We are going to fuck that bastard until he crawls home on his hands and knees!"