Chapter 4
Andrew Sellers was packing for his trip north when the phone rang. He snatched it out of the cradle impatiently. Claudia had departed for places unknown; she probably had found a younger man who could give her more prick than he was able to in spite of his cleverness.
"Yes!" he asked irritably.
"Is this Andy?"
He knew instantly who it was; his chest swelled, his heart pounded, his groin tingled. Wendy Allerson, the beautiful stewardess.
"Right," he said, terrifically flattered.
"My sister and I are on vacation. We're having a party at our apartment pool. Would you like to drop by?"
He didn't want to sound too eager. "Yes. What do I bring?"
"Your swim trunks," she laughed. She sounded high. "We have plenty of gin. I hope you like martinis."
Twenty minutes later he was enjoying the sights at poolside, accepting his martini from bikini-clad Wendy. The sweet sculpturing of her body was almost too good to be true, her fine, smooth legs, narrow waist and out-sweeping titties, straining in the cup of thin yellow elastic, the dainty contouring of her hips and pussy, made his nuts burn. Kathi was just as sexy; she talked more.
Outwardly they were indeed identical, but even if they were dressed alike he was sure he could pick Wendy. Her voice seemed softer. He had a good ear for voices. Anna Stevens wasn't bad either; her two-piece suit was more modest; she was sticking close to her husband. He had seen many types like Doug, smooth and fast with the words. Wildly egotistical. He was spending a lot of time looking at Kathi. Andrew had the feeling that Doug had fucked her.
"Wendy, where did you run into this sexy male?" Kathi asked, staring at Andrew.
"At the beach," Wendy smiled. "He was fishing and almost caught me."
Andrew didn't feel out of place with young people in spite of his age. He had a good firm body and he knew girls Wendy's age found him fascinating. He could pass for forty-two and often did.
"That's a beautiful tan," Kathi said, sprawled so her cunt slit showed inside her thin red panties. She looked straight at his prick lump.
"Honey, you fish out your own dates," Wendy laughed.
"I'll go in and look through my little black book," Kathi remarked. But she didn't move. "I think an extra girl at a party makes things interesting."
"Right," Doug said. Anna didn't seem to appreciate that, but she giggled. She acted married, but he didn't. The traveling salesman party boy-he probably picked a lot of sweet stuff on the side. Andy wished he could be alone with Wendy, but this was her way of getting better acquainted. The fishing in Eureka could go to hell.
More couples from nearby apartments began to show at the pool and Kathi suggested the group move into the twins' apartment.
Andy helped Kathi bring the martini shaker and glasses and bottles into the apartment kitchen. Momentarily they were hidden from the others; she turned to him and slid her arms around his neck, curving her hips into his crotch. He wasn't too surprised.
"Mmmmmm," she whispered. "I'd love to have some of that."
"Must be the gin," he smiled, caressing her rump.
"Oh, poop. You're sexier than hell, honey."
"You like dirty old men, huh?" He reached up and explored the mini-haltered tit mounds. "I'm staying at the Exeter motel, baby."
"I'll call you," she breathed. Her lips fastened to his mouth, her tongue flirted, she hunched on his cock tent. Before he could enjoy it fully, she swerved away and wiggled into the living room. She was smart; she didn't want their mutual interests to be too obvious. Wendy was his date for the evening.
He felt the wild elation a new conquest always generated. The twins were top bracket stuff. Perhaps he had misjudged Wendy; maybe she simply wanted a smooth party fuck to round out the ginny evening. The twins were getting smashed, and Doug and Anna weren't far behind. Anna was something of a puzzle; she acted like a young farm girl who had just had her eyes opened. Obviously she wasn't used to drinking.
"I know a parlor game we can play, kids," Kathi laughed, posing in the center of the living room.
Andy walked over and sat down beside Wendy on a sofa. Anna perched on an arm of Doug's chair.
"Well, let's play it!" Anna laughed.
Wendy leaned fragrantly into Andy and whispered in his ear. "Let's clear out of here after while, huh?"
He nodded, shooting her a wink. Kathi was explaining the 'game.'
"We dim the lights and the girls take turns sitting in the men's laps. Sound like fun?"
"Hell, is that all?" Doug protested. "Let's swing away out."
"Stop it, honey," Anna exclaimed.
"This game isn't bad," Kathi giggled. "It depends on how much you're wearing."
Anna shook her head, her face turned pale.
"Oh," she said. "I'm getting dizzy-"
Doug scowled and muttered under his breath.
"Better take her home," Wendy said. "She looks gone."
"I told her not to drink so much," Doug growled. He stood up and drew Anna from the chair arm. In a moment they were gone.
"She's no swinger," Kathi remarked. "Poop on 'em! I guess we can have a party anyway."
The twins exchanged glances and both smiled. Andy's cock began to tingle and stiffen. Kathi moved in front of him, spreading her long, tapered thighs, undulating her rump. The view of her pussy crevice inside the red bikini panty hardened his tongue.
"I'm all ginned up and ready for anything, kiddies," she giggled. "You aren't going to cut me out, are you?"
Wendy pressed her warm thigh into his naked leg. The message was clear enough. His opinion of Wendy lowered a few notches. He wondered whether the beautiful twins were used to teaming up on one man. Damned if he was going to miss it. He hadn't enjoyed two girls for a long time. He would soon find out if he was special or just another threesome stud.
"Well, if you don't hurry and sit in his lap, I'm going to, sister dear," Kathi laughed. She reached behind her and unfastened her mini-halter. She lowered the cups slowly, weaving her shoulders, her long blonde mane caressing the lightly tanned flesh. The arched cones of her tits came into sight, the strawberry nipples peaked with excitement.
"Very good," he smiled. "Shall I bring my cock out?"
Both girls laughed. Wendy stood up, posing beside her sister. Her thin, yellow halter came down.
"Think you can tell one pair of titties from the other, honey?" Kathi giggled.
"I'd have to give them the feel test first," he said. He peeled his dry swim trunks from his hips, down his legs. He kicked them aside and leaned back lazily on the sofa. His cock was good and hard.
"Mmmmmmm!" Kathi breathed. "You're really hung, Andy."
Wendy stared and stared at his prick, her dark blue eyes very wide. Her tits were just as beautifully contoured as her sister's. He began to have the feeling this kind of deal was entirely new for Wendy. This would give the fuck party a little more novelty, Kathi was the leader, the bold one. He was sure he couldn't shock her. She had skinned her share of pricks. And she might be the best fuck.
Kathi moved closer, spread her legs and sank down on his knees. Her hands caressed his shoulders, she swung her titties forward, flicking her tongue across her fresh red lips.
"Okay, feel 'em, honey," she giggled. "And get inside my panties. I like to leave them on for a while."
"Oh!" Wendy gasped.
"I'm shocking my sister," Kathi smiled. I'm surprised she's swinging. She likes you."
He raised his hands and coasted them across Kathi's swollen tits. She wiggled her shoulders, urging her peaks firmly into his fingers. Her right hand dropped to his leaky-headed cock. She trembled, her thighs squeezed his knees.
"You're really heating my pussy, honey," Kathi panted.
Wendy heard the words clearly but she couldn't quite believe her sister was such a filthy-mouthed slut. She had imagined a lot of sexy things in her life; she had pictured a dark bedroom and a few whispers while he took turns with them. Without the gin she was afraid she wouldn't be able to go even this far.
I really wanted to be alone with him, she thought. But Kathi goes for him, too. We've talked about a threesome. I didn't believe it would ever happen. If he ever thought I was a nice girl, he certainly won't now! Well, I don't care. I want him, too. I should have called him before. I had to get high on martinis before I did.
She watched his hand slip inside Kathi's bikini panties, his left arm gripped her waist and his mouth fastened on a pink, tumid nipple.
"Ohhhhh!" Kathi giggled. "Ohhhh, that's right where it's at, honey!" The slow upcurve of her hips, the tremble of her thighs, brought slickness from Wendy's cunt. The movements of his hand said he was finger-diddling her cunny. In and out, in and out.
Shuddering, Wendy dropped her bikini panties. She wanted her pussy bare and exposed when he played with it. Even while he was sucking Kathi's nipple he looked across at Wendy's crotch.
"Join in, Wendy," Kathi giggled. "He's got two hands!"
"But only one mouth," Wendy laughed. The gin and the view of his big long cock in Kathi's hand made her reckless. She wiggled around on his left and opened her legs, tipping her pussy forward.
He reached for it, found it. Wendy shivered with anticipation. He was spreading her cuntlips and playing very gently, knowingly. She rubbed her titties against her sisters shoulder, remembering the times they had tickled each other for relief. They were grown up now; she knew she shouldn't be thinking about their high school sex experiments, they were supposed to have their thrills with men.
But the forbidden touches of Kathi's body made his finger play a little sweeter. He was working deeper into her pussy, teasing her clit, diving a digit into the upper reaches of her cunt where a very sensitive area awakened, sending stabs of delight along her body, down her legs.
"Ohhhhh, hell!" Wendy panted. "It's been a long time."
Kathi shuddered, hunching swiftly on his finger. "Honey, I'm-making it!"
Wendy saw him take a whole tittie peak into his mouth. Kathi moaned shrilly, her hand stroked his cock, her lunges quickened even more. Wendy loved the feel of his seeking finger, but she wasn't ready to make out. She gripped Kathi's shoulders and pushed her titties into her sister's side. Kathi whimpered, her legs shook, her rump flew. Her last humps were erotically wild and abandoned. Wendy could feel the tremors of her sister's climax, the shake of her coming body. How delicious!
"Ohhhhh, that's good!" Kathi wailed.
She softened, his mouth left her tits, and she slumped forward, resting her head on his shoulder. His right hand came out of her panty. He looked up at Wendy and winked.
"Oh, for hell's sake," Wendy exclaimed. "Let's go in the bedroom and be comfortable."
"Let me rest a minute," Kathi panted. "That double action stuff made me come hard!"
Andy appreciated the momentary pause. In her excitement Kathi had pumped his prick almost too quickly. He was okay now, though. The dewy softness of Wendy's cunt was wildly stimulating. Her clit was larger than average. He had watched her tit play on Kathi with interest. When the twins got too hard up they probably rubbed cunts. It happened.
The emotional thing he had felt about Wendy was slipping away. She was another pretty, sensual girl who evidently needed her sister around for stimulation. She had talked about being alone with him, and so had Kathi, but this was what they really wanted. Even if it hadn't happened before, the right opportunity and some liquor had brought out their secret wishes. But he wasn't going to miss it.
He drew his finger out of Wendy's cunt and rolled Kathi around onto the sofa. Kathi giggled, fumbling with her bikini panties.
"About time I took this off, don't you think?"
"Yes, if you want to have a prick in it," Wendy laughed. "Come on, Andy. Let's go in the bedroom. When she gets through twitching, she can tag along."
"Listen at my dear, sweet sister!" Kathi laughed.
"I can be just as slutty as you can, honey," Wendy said. "Let's have another drink, Andy. Then let's all go the orgy route."
"Coming is such sweet fun," Kathi laughed.
Moments later, armed with a fresh martini apiece, the trio moved into the bedroom. Now that the twins were naked, he had more trouble telling them apart. Wendy wasn't as quiet as before. She spread herself on the nearest twin bed, jacking her legs apart. When they were good and high some of the shy ones were more exciting than the overt bold ones.
"She's ready for a fuck," Kathi giggled, standing near the vanity, sipping her drink. Wendy's cocktail was on a bedside table. One big lamp gave plenty of illumination. He looked at the dainty cunt crevice he had just fingered, and for some strange reason he wished he had Claudia spread in the same position.
He knew one reason why the sexy colored girl had pulled out and left no forwarding address. On the second date with her, in a night club, some whitey bastard had sounded off.
"These Negro cunts ain't particular, are they?"
He hadn't been able to tell where the remark originated; he had started toward the bar with his hands balled for action, but Claudia had gripped his arm and begged him to forget it. A fight would land him in jail; it would prove nothing.
Treating her as an equal had delighted her, and she had given him a wonderful screwing.
Okay, he had two whitey cunts, ginned and liberated and ready for action.
He crawled on the bed and crouched with his face above Wendy's twat. He pushed his tongue out, worked his hands under her warm ass cheeks. The lighter whiteness of her crotch, bikini-shaped, made it more tempting. Eager young pussy, party pussy.
"I just knew you were a gash hound, honey," Kathi trilled.
'Well, do it!" Wendy giggled, weaving her ass, pulling her legs back farther. She seized a pillow and slid it under her blonde-tressed head. His view of her belly and upjutting tits, the fragrance of cunt, tensed his prick. He wiggled his tongue along her slit.
Her legs quivered, her eyes opened wider.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed.
"I don't think she's had much pussy lapping, Andy," Kathi said, moving to the bed. "Oh, go to hell," Wendy gasped.
He dipped his blade deeper into her puffing cunt. She trembled, her rump swung higher. The tickle of fuzzy blonde cunt hair against his nose kicked his interest higher. He slid his tongue across her stiffened clit; she moaned and her hands flopped on the bed.
"Is it better than a finger, honey?" Kathi laughed softly.
"Shut up!" Wendy cried. "Ohhhh-ohhh, oh!"
Andy lifted his mouth from the moistened puss. "Suck her titties, Kathi. Let's make her come hard."
"D-don't stop!" Wendy cried, her thighs quaking.
His lips returned to the juicy maw; he fastened his mouth to the cunty hole and he worked his tongue slowly in and out, in and out. Kathi, her face very flushed, lowered her head to her sister's titties. The flick of Kathi's tongue on the coral nipples, the view of Kathi pressing her cunt with her right hand, added to his excitement. She turned on faster than her sister; she was finger fucking her cunt with eager strokes. Kathi's lips enclosed a breast tip, her hips jiggled back and forth. Wendy's belly heaved. He felt the unmistakable first pulses of her come against his mouth. She clutched at Kathi, her rump quivered, her thighs tensed, and the pounding of her orgasm filled him with victorious elation.
"Ohhhhhhh! Wendy cried fiercely. "Ohhhhh, hell!"
Kathi jerked away from the bed, fell into a chair and her hand flashed swiftly on her uptilted cunt.
"Ohhhhh, it's a-ohhhhhh-ohhhhh-big one!" she wailed.
Wendy finished with quick uphunches, her tits jiggling, her thighs shaking wildly. Her whimpers of delight, the faint twitch of cunt flesh against his lips, gave him a terrific charge. Kathi's busy finger fucking added to his pleasure. She bucked through it, her heels drumming on the carpet. Her left hand stroked her hard-nippled tits. Finally she slumped in the chair, eyes closed. Wendy quieted, too.
He backed away, finding another chair. He sipped his martini, glancing down at his rock-hard prick. It had passed another crisis; he could hold his first shot for quite a while yet. This was a thing he had taught himself over ten years before. In a fucking threesome he had to be especially careful.
"Ohhhh, that was fun! Wendy giggled, gazing at his cock.
"And it's my turn, honey," Kathi exclaimed, rising from her chair. "Are you going to let me suck it, Andy?"
Fellatio was something he wanted to bypass as long as possible. A sucking girlish mouth could bring him faster than regular fucking. He remembered the slow, delicious warmth of Claudia's mouth and lips, her eager attempts to please him.
Damn it, I'm going to find her, he thought. I didn't try very hard. She's more woman than I've had for ages. I guess it took some white pussy to make me realize how good Claudia really is.
"Let me eat it for you first, baby," he smiled, observing the juiced ripe cunt in front of him.
"Oh, let's orgy!" Wendy giggled.
Kathi came closer to him and pushed her hips forward. He cupped her cunny, sliding his middle finger up into the pudding.
"Ohhhh, okay, Wendy," she gasped. "I'll eat you and Andy can eat me."
'When do I get some cock?" Wendy laughed.
"He's got to save it, honey," Kathi chirped, hunching on his finger.
"Right," he said. "I'm not sixteen years old."
"I hear those young guys can go off six or seven times," Kathi panted. He teased her clitoris and her ass wiggled swiftly.
They're like a turned on dame, baby," Andy laughed. The only trouble is they're too damned bashful."
Kathi's legs opened farther, she dug her hands into his shoulders, bucking on his finger.
"Ohhhh, it's coming again!" Kathi wailed.
"Oh, for hell's sake!" Wendy cried, scrambling off the bed. "Let me get in on this, too."
"Bring it over here and I'll make it come," he laughed.
Wendy darted into position at her sister's right, opening her thighs. He extended his left hand, diving a finger up into her twat. Hot and slick and ready. The hard-to-get cunt was now easy. Bold sister was showing her twin how to have fun, "Ohhhhhh!" Wendy cried, thrusting eagerly. Her left hip was rubbing against Kathi's right hip.
"Play with your tits, girls," he chuckled.
"Ohhhh, I'd rather play with your prick, honey!" Wendy panted. "Please!"
'Let her have it up in the cunt!" Kathi cried.
He relented. Wendy was shaking with lust.
"Turn around, baby," he said. "Bring it down."
Wendy whirled, his finger came out of her puss; she curved her rump down and spread her legs. Kathi moved farther to the right. He guided Wendy's hips with his left hand, keeping his other occupied with Kathi's cunt. Her first stab at his cock missed the mark; she whimpered and tried again. She braced her weight with her hands on the chair arms. He felt the wet, warm cuntlips spread around his knob. She shuddered and came down.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she panted. "Ohhhhh, hell, hell, hell!"
"Ride it!" Kathi gasped.
He reached around her and caught a tit in his left hand. Her ass bobbed slowly. The snug, hot cunt felt delicious. Kathi's hunches were quickening, her fingers lanced his shoulder. She was ready to blow her come again. He added his first finger to his middle finger.
He knew he couldn't hold his blast this time. His nuts were pulling up, the sensations were turning sweeter. He had dreamed about giving Wendy a good slow fuck in his motel, but somehow things never turned out according to plan. It was nut cracking time!
Kathi fucked his fingers furiously, she reached over and squeezed her sister's other tit. He felt the achy waves of come joy shoot up his legs; his prick pulsed and swelled. He groaned and his sound worked like magic.
The fuck soup boiled from his cockhead. Wendy's rump bobbed like a cork on wavy water, she wailed her pleasure and Kathi's cry came right behind. Wendy's cunt didn't tighten or convulse, but her shaking and kicking gave him his kicks. His gouting prickhead was up where it counted.
As the last gusts of stinging ginny pleasure throbbed his cock, he had another wild dream about Claudia. She was more hot woman than both of these cunts thrown together.