Chapter 2
"Where are you going, Kathi?" Wendy asked. She had removed her bikini and put on her nightie. Kathi was slipping into a pair of hot pants, and there were no panties underneath.
"Over to see Doug a minute," Kathi said frankly. "I'm out of smokes. He'll loan me a few."
"Like hell," Wendy said sharply. "There's a pack out in the living room. I know what happened at that beach thing. Haven't you got any shame?"
"He's a big, wonderful, sexy guy, and his sweet wife's away," Kathi giggled. "Say. Why don't we both go over?"
"You're filthy," Wendy blazed.
"You know you'd love to get some of that," Kathi smiled. "You ought to let your dates have a little once in a while."
"You and your dirty mouth," Wendy protested.
"You were in as many back seats as I was a few years back, honey," Kathi laughed. "Remember when we used to double date and trade guys?" She almost added, remember when we used to trade pussy tickles and go OffP
"Married guys are dangerous," Wendy said.
"Oh, poop. They don't gab around like those pilots." Kathi snugged her halter around her jutty tits, glanced at herself in the bedroom mirror. "I don't intend to waste all those pills I've been taking. I'm going to have some fun before I settle down."
"Well, I hope you'll behave when our cousin Earl comes to visit," Wendy said. "We promised to take him to a big league ball game."
Earl Hood was now fifteen. He lived in Portland with an aunt. The twins hadn't seen him for two years. Their annual two-week vacation had started two days before. They hadn't planned any trips; they were going to spend some time on the beach improving the color of their skins. Blondes had to tan carefully.
"You know I can be just as nice as the next girl, honey," Kathi answered, winking and weaving her bottom. "Right now I'm going over and see Doug and get myself a little."
Wendy flushed and jerked the covers back on her twin bed. The girls slept in the same room. They had an extra or guest bedroom. Earl would use it.
Kathi left the room, humming a popular tune. She just had to have more of Doug's big, hard cock. He was very smooth. At the beach party the week before he had proven that. Under an old pier, with the surf washing the sand nearby, he had stroked two big party loads into her eager cunt and she had made it four delicious times.
The sneaky screw a while earlier hadn't satisfied her hungers. When his pussycat was away it was time for play. Let Wendy sit on hers. She would probably use her fingers. Both girls masturbated regularly. They didn't talk about it or do it openly, although Kathi thought it would be fun to have a kind of co-op finger diving session. Wendy tried to put on the pure act. How ridiculous.
Kathi walked over to Doug and Anna's apartment and rapped lightly on the door. Her heart thumped. Fucking at the beach and near the pool was one thing, screwing him in his home was something else. Anna wasn't getting the job done right. She was a sociable young chick; she had oodles of pretty, wifely equipment, but apparently she didn't know how to use it. Doug acted frustrated.
The door opened immediately and Kathi glided inside. He locked the panel behind her, moving his arms quickly around her nude yielding waist. Their mouths locked; she urged her hips into his loins.
"Mmmmmm," she breathed into his lips. "I missed this a while ago."
"Want the full treatment, eh?"
She nibbled at the corner of his mouth and wormed her twat curve against the manly hump in his pants.
"You know, honey, I think I could talk Wendy into a threesome."
"Hell, baby. You're plenty of girl for me." But his tongue plunge had an extra hungriness in it.
"Did you ever swing with two girls?" she asked teasing ly "Years ago," he admitted. "We were all pretty drunk."
"Maybe you couldn't tell one twin from the other," she giggled.
"I'm sure I could tell that pussy of yours in pitch darkness," he laughed.
Their mouths met again, their tongues lashed. Kathi rolled her tits into his chest. The honey-sweet ache for man burned in her cunt. He wasn't just any man, either. She met many appealing males in her work. The flights between Seattle and Los Angeles, via Salt Lake City, provided plenty of contacts. Being around such men all the time was a constant titillation of her go-go nerves.
Most stewardesses got used to it. One time after visiting with a nakedly sexy football player she had masturbated at twenty thousand feet, almost directly over Las Vegas. Wendy, on the same flight, had guessed what had happened. It was hard to fool her twin sister.
Doug was special. She had been flirting with him ever since they had met. Not when Anna was around, of course. Coming with him at the beach party had culminated a long, careful buildup. Delicious.
Wendy knew she couldn't sleep until Kathi returned. She wandered into the living room of the apartment, still wearing only her thin yellow nightie. Talking to her sister about Doug had excited her. She had watched Kathi work on Doug with secret envy. Kathi was bolder than Wendy, always had been.
I would like to screw him, she admitted. He's a lot of man. I hate to take seconds, though. I did that all during high school. She had twice as much fun as I did.
She remembered the time they had double dated, traded names and places, and Kathi had made out with both of them. Wendy's original date had bugged her for weeks for more of the same, thinking he had fucked her.
Several times in the past year she had almost decided to get her own place and live alone. But Kathi was so persuasive that Wendy hadn't made the move. They agreed they wouldn't get married until they were at least twenty-five. Curvy stewardesses could pick and choose. They would take men with money, naturally. After all, they were pretty classy stuff. Many girls tried and few were chosen for romantic, well paying fly time. The schooling was rough; they had to be smart as well as good looking. And sexy. Yes indeed.
A very faint noise from the adjoining apartment made her tremble. She had already discovered that the Stevens' bedroom was just a wall away from their living room. The insulation was good, but not perfect. When things were quiet in the twins' apartment, certain suggestive sounds were audible when Doug and Anna were making out.
Those sounds were coming through now. Creak, creak, creak-pause.
Kathi hadn't wasted much time. He was fucking her already.
Shivering, Wendy moved to the wall and placed her ear against it. She could not only hear the sigh of bedsprings, she could catch what they were saying!...." love that prick, honey!"
"You're great on top, baby ... Laughter. Bounce, bounce, bounce.
That slut is fucking him, Wendy thought. I didn't know she liked to topride. Damn her! I know what I'll do. One of these days when she's gone, I'll slip over and pretend I'm Kathi. No one can tell us apart when we dress alike and fix our hair the same.
She jerked her ear from the wall and sank into a nearby chair. Her pussy was warm and moist, her nipples tingled. She was just as sensual as Kathi, but she didn't do as much about it as her sister. Not with men, anyway. Her right hand crept in between her thighs. A finger climax would ease her nerves so she could sleep.
Oddly, she began to think about a man she had met on the Santa Barbara pier at the public beach two weeks before. While casting his fishing lure he had almost hooked her, and he had apologized in a very friendly manner.
His strong, slender build, his iron gray hair and tanned, rugged face had attracted her; they had started talking. He had retired at fifty after doing well as a logging contractor in Oregon; his wife had died and he had decided to live at Santa Barbara a while. He was terribly sexy in a quiet, reserved way; his gray eyes had caressed her without undressing her. He had been very flattered by the interest of a young airline stewardess. He was extremely easy to talk to because he listened well. So many men didn't.
But he was old enough to be her father.
She knew where he was staying, but she hadn't given him her unlisted phone number or the address of the apartment. Well, he had probably drifted on by now. Andrew Sellers was a lot of man, but he had too many years behind him. Exit Mr. Sellers. She needed a man about Doug's age, sophisticated but still young.
The last two times I played with myself I thought of Andy, she recalled. But I used to dream about John Wayne. Have I got an old man hang-up? I'm only twenty-two. I want to have fun!
"Ohhhh!" came faintly from the Stevens' bedroom. Kathi's voice. She was having an orgasm.
Wendy leaped out of the chair and put her ear to the wall again. The pound of the bed was very dramatic. She could almost see the action, her imagination went wild.
The swift rise and fall of Kathi's rump, white where the bikini panty had left a band around her hips ... Doug's hands gripping her titties ... the sensuous slide of prick in her coming cunt ... the heave of flat, girlish belly muscles ... the manly squirting of hot semen into her spasming pussy ... the slam of his big cockhead against her woman depths....
A harsh male groan, a wail of girlish delight, made the vision so vivid Wendy gripped her cunt with her right hand, staggered back into the chair, whipped her finger on her burning clitoris and suddenly felt the quick, sweet pulsing of her climax. It tensed her legs, roared trip-hammer strong through her loins, and beat convulsively along her vagina. She hunched and hunched and again she imagined Andy Sellers was jousting his prick in her cunt. His mouth was sucking heaven from her nipples, she was lunging and lunging on his shaft....
The noises in the next apartment diminished, faded away. Wendy pulled her fingers from her twat, stared at the girl juices and wave after wave of guilt stabbed her senses. Second best. She was always playing second fiddle to Kathi. How could they look and act exactly alike and be so different inside?
I haven't had a man for over a year, she thought dully. It teas at a party and I was drunk and it wasn't very good. He went soft and couldn't do it again. I'm starved for cock, literally starved. Hell. I'm going to do something about it, and soon.
"How is married life, honey?" Jill Schmidt asked Anna Stevens.
The girls were seated in a corner of the Wesley Cafe having cokes. It was almost like their old high school days.
"Oh, all right," Anna said. "What about you, Jill?"
Jill was a plump, attractive blonde, a few months older than Anna. She had married a rich farmers son shortly before Anna's wedding. The girls had been close friends ever since grade school days.
"I love it," Jill said, winking. "Karl makes it with me at least three times a week."
Anna blushed. "You sure have changed your way of talking."
"We're living in the sexy seventies, honey," Jill laughed. "We're not little girls any more, sneaking around in back seats. Isn't Doug bouncing you enough? You act land of uptight."
"Oh, stop it," Anna exclaimed.
"Why didn't you bring him along? I was real envious when you snagged Doug. He sold Dad some farm equipment too, but he wouldn't look at me."
"He doesn't like it around here," Anna replied. "Small town and all that stuff."
"He might like it better now," Jill said, lowering her voice. "Some of the younger couples around here are swapping."
"No!" Anna protested. "Have-you?"
"Don't look so shocked," Jill giggled. "Not yet, but we're thinking about it. You know how it was when we were growing up. "Don't do this and don't do that.' I was almost afraid to hold a guy's pecker. I only had it once with Karl before we were married. And not one other guy. I mean, the route."
Anna trembled. Jill had always been outspoken, but never like this. It was kind of dirty. She was trying too hard to be mod and swingy. If she cared for Karl she wouldn't be 'trading" him already.
"Don't you two really love each other?" Anna asked.
"Sure. I suppose as much as my parents did. You know how it is in Wesley. Keep the farm land safe, money marries money. My folks have some of the best land around here, and you know how big the Schmidt place is. When Karl takes over both places we'll be wealthy. I didn't think much about Karl in school, but our folks kept pushing us together. You're lucky, Anna. Your dad's got so much land he doesn't need any more. Karl went away to college for a while so he could be a good operator. He came back and the first thing you know he had it in me!"
Anna gulped the last of her coke. Yes, she knew how it was around Wesley. Girls had to be practical.
"Say," Jill said brightly. "We've been thinking about a vacation trip. Why don't we come down and visit you and Doug? We wouldn't move in on you. We could get a motel and see some sights together."
"Oh, that'd be fun," Anna smiled. "Doug has some time off coming. I'll call him."
Andrew Sellers pushed his longest finger slowly into the young colored girl's readied cunt, sipping at the dark, stiff nipple eagerly lifted for his mouth. He had met her on the beach two days earlier and he had no trouble luring her into his motel compartment.
Her name was Claudia; she was a waitress in the motel dining room. A bit plump, but very willing. They had just showered and now it was fun time on the king-sized bed. He hadn't screwed a Negress for over a year; he liked their earthy approach to a basic function.
He had been hoping to hear from Wendy Allerson, the pretty girl he had met on the pier. Very much Class triple-A stuff. Delicious. He was sure he had made a good impression, but he hadn't collected her phone number. Her name wasn't in the Santa Barbara directory. Well, a beauty like her could pick her dates. Maybe he was slipping. He was certain he had given her the name of his motel.
He would be going north in a few days. He wanted to try some salmon fishing at Eureka. There were always girls around who liked a smooth, dirty older man. He wasn't hurting for money; sometimes that helped. Maybe he was a fool to keep thinking about Wendy, but she was a special kind of girl. Her fresh, sensual mouth, long, blonde hair and terrific figure haunted him.
"Ohhhh, that's good, honey," Claudia breathed, tipping her cunt higher. His thumb was on her clit, his middle finger was rubbing the sensitive upper zone just inside her cunt, which on some girls swiftly triggered a climax. Her fingers slid up and down on his rigid cock.
He had to be careful about the amount of fucking he did; if he broke his nuts over three times a week he found himself losing interest in sex, and that wouldn't do at all. Most younger dames appreciated plenty of fingering, sucking and kissing, and he was very adept at it. He didn't drop his load until he had a girl pretty well worked out. He found it paid off to assure his dates his wires had been clipped years before. Even the pill and all the new jellies and gadgets weren't one hundred percent safe, but sterilization was.
Claudia had good lusty potential; she was about to enjoy her first come. All the niceties of flirtation and getting acquainted led to this. The girls set the pace. The moment he had seen Claudia on the beach and watched her eyes slide along his body, he knew he could fuck her. But she wasn't a tramp; she wanted to know him first. He hadn't seen her at the motel because she worked the graveyard shift; the dining room was open around the clock. On the first date there had been only a few pats and hand squeezes, dancing in a night club. He hadn't kissed her good night. Being a gentleman paid off.
"Ohhhhh, damn!" she panted. "That's real good!"
His skillful hand worked faster, her fingers clutched at his cock, her dark thighs trembled, spreading farther apart. A whimper of pleasure came from her thick, sensual lips; her hips began to buck.
"Ahhhhh, "God!" she wailed.
He sucked hard on the tit peak, feeling the rich nuances of delight twist her body. Her legs kicked, a delectable movement inside her cunt said she was having a pelvic orgasm; then she was shuddering and panting through her come. Nothing was better than getting a hot girl off good. At such times he envied women; they could climax so many more times than a man. The sad fact was a male had his best spurting years before he was twenty. And most of that young seed was pumped out in the air. It was the nature of the male beast-a grim joke evolution had played on him.
She rested a moment, relaxed and opened her eyes.
"When do I get this nice big hambone, you-all?" she giggled. He had kidded her about her pronounced drawl, her choice of words.
"After I bring you about six or seven times, sugar," he grinned.
"Mmmmmmm. Start bringin' me, honey."