Chapter 8
Maggie and Debra met Jake in the lobby of the hotel. Maggie's head swiveled around as she made sure they were the only ones around.
"Hello, Jake."
She chuckled deep in her throat, a sound so sexy and inviting that he actually shivered, then moved up close to him and slowly put her mouth against his. His eyes widened in surprise, a look that quickly turned to worry. He glanced around, hoping no one came in and caught them.
Maggie kissed him tenderly, but lovingly, slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth and keeping her lips soft against his. Jake couldn't help himself. He had to return the kiss in kind. His hands touched her back, then his arms coiled around her body to pull her close. She ground her tits into his chest and thrust her cunt mound against his crotch. She finally broke the kiss and stepped back.
"Now, greet my lovely sister the same way," she said softly, running the tip of her tongue around her full, red lips in a gesture so blatantly seductive it made his cock quiver.
"This place is too public," Jake protested with a frown.
"If you don't, we're out of here," Maggie said.
Jake sighed with resignation and took Debra into his arms. He didn't have time to kiss her. She glued her mouth to his and duplicated Maggie's tongue-thrusting maneuver.
Debra backed away and said, "Hello, Jake."
He cleared his throat and said, "Hello. That was quite a greeting."
"Thought you'd like it," Maggie said. "How about taking us dancing?"
Jake frowned again. "I thought we were going to go upstairs."
"Oh, we are," Maggie assured him. "But first, we dance. Debra and I feel like kicking up our heels before we kick up our heels, if you catch my drift."
"Sure, why not? I'll be the envy of every man in the place with two such lovely women."
"We'll make it worth your while," Debra said.
They went to a road house, with subdued lighting and snuggling music, on the outskirts of town that had a reputation as a trysting place. Jake danced with Maggie first. She put her arms around his neck, pushed her body tight against his, and didn't object when he put both hands on her shapely ass and pulled her crotch against his.
"Debra has been wanting to get together with you for a long time. She was afraid you would object if I brought her along."
"I'd be a damn fool to object," he replied.
"Or crazy."
Maggie giggled and snuggled even closer to him. "You don't seem crazy to me. You can expect her to liven things up a little. She can be pretty wild when she cuts loose."
The song ended and Jake took Maggie back to the table. Debra immediately stood and held out her hand.
"My turn," she said. "Share and share alike."
"I sure as hell hope so," he muttered. They had been dancing only a couple of minutes when he felt her steering him across the room. She reminded him of a strong-minded horse. He let her have the lead and followed her across the floor. She snuggled into his arms and began to undulate her voluptuous body against his as she guided them toward a very dark side of the room away from the other dancers.
She put her arms around his neck the same way Maggie had and thrust her cunt mound at his crotch. "Do you know what I have under this dress?" she whispered in his ear. "Put your hands on my ass."
Jake smiled and let his hands slide slowly down her back and across the fully rounded cheeks of her ass. "No panty line, huh? Do you always dress this way?"
"No. Just on special occasions. This jersey material clings to me so tightly I can't wear anything under it. Except maybe a garter belt and hose. But I don't have even that much under it tonight."
"Maggie said you can get pretty wild when you cut loose. You're very provocative, aren't you?"
Debra chuckled sexily and straddled his leg. Their bodies swayed to the music, but their feet didn't move. She pressed the top of her firm thigh against the lump of his cock and began to ride his leg. Blood rushed to Jake's head in such quantity, and so quickly, he thought he was going to pass out.
"When I want to be," she replied. "If you don't believe I'm not wearing panties, you can prove it for yourself."
"And just how do you expect me to do that?"
"Simple, darling. Just bunch up the back of my dress and feel my ass. It's totally bare."
"Are you trying to get us thrown in jail for public indecency?"
"You're a good lawyer. You can get us off with a suspended sentence. Why do you think I brought us over to this dark corner? No one can see what you're doing. My back's to the wall and there's no one even close to us. Go ahead, darling. Do it. See if I'm telling the truth. You aren't chicken, are you?"
The implied affront to his masculinity was all the goad he needed. His fingers began to move, bunching up her dress slowly, gathering it the way a cat works its claws on a soft blanket. Her pussy continued to undulate gently up and down his thigh. Her thigh pressed harder against the lump of his cock, coaxing it to full erection inside his pants.
"Oooooo!" she muttered quietly in his ear. "The air conditioning must be on high. The air is so cold on my ass. Or maybe it's just because I'm so hot."
In an erotic daze, Jake rubbed both hands over her bare ass, cupping, squeezing and kneading the luxuriant, shapely, globes. His entire consciousness seemed to gush into the end of his stiff pecker.
"Damn!" he hissed softly.
"See?" she giggled. "I told you my ass was bare."
"Well, you could be wearing one those string panty things," he said boldly, no longer caring if the whole fucking world was watching them.
"Only one way to find out, isn't there?"
Debra got off his leg and stood in front of him, her legs parted slightly. She glued her mouth to his and gave him a French kiss that made his toes curl and his nerves tingle harder. He couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. He was going to wake up in a few minutes and find out he was at home, in bed, dreaming everything.
She tilted her head back and grinned mischievously. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she whispered. "See if I'm wearing one of those string panty things, as you call them. I warn you, though, you won't find anything but pussy. A very wet pussy, but pussy nonetheless.
Jake groaned out loud. His hand slinked around her hip and scurried into her crotch. She was right. All he felt was hair. What seemed like acres of soft, luxuriant curls. Debra shuffled her feet to the music and spread her legs a little more.
Emboldened by her provocative conduct, and the lust controlling his mind, he pressed his palm over her mound with his fingers pointing down. As if it had a will of its own, his hand slid lower, until his middle finger reached the entrance of her love hole. His finger curled automatically and eased into the fiery, liquefied grotto.
Her strong muscles immediately captured his finger and sucked it all the way in until his knuckle touched the lips of her cunt. He thought he had stuck his finger into a simmering, dripping cauldron. She moaned and began to hunch on his finger as he worked it in and out of her cunthole, triggering another flood of sex dew.
"Damn, baby, you're hotter than a two-dollar pistol!"
"I know, darling. Do you believe me now?"
"Goddam right I do! What other surprises do you have for me?"
"Well, I'm sure you can find my clit. If you can't, I'll help you. Play with it and I'll cum for you."
"Right here on the fucking dance floor?" he gasped, simultaneously aghast and intrigued.
"Ohhh, yesss! I can't go back to the table this way."
"Damn, you're a hot bitch!"
"Or a bitch in heat, whichever you like. Haven't you ever played with Karen's clit in public?"
"God, no! She'd bash me up side the head and walk out."
"Don't be sure," Debra said. "You might not know your wife as well as you think. Now, stop stalling and get me off. You can't bring me this far and leave me."
A teeny-weeny part of Jake's lust-fogged brain tried to form an objection. The rest of his brain, and the wildness of the situation, overrode the effort. He withdrew his finger from her soggy, sizzling cunthole and slid it up through her gash toward her clit. Even in his befuddlement, he felt the full, thick lips of her cunt encompass his finger as it moved upward.
The large nodule at the top of her slit startled him. He couldn't believe he was touching her clit. The lump was simply too big. Her reaction told him that he was wrong, that he had indeed found her man in the boat. And it was indeed very large. Her hips jerked in a sudden, violent motion that could have been triggered only by her sensitive love button. Then he remembered that Maggie also had an exceptionally large clit.
"Big clits run in your family, huh?" he muttered.
Debra moaned deep in her chest, tightened her arms around his neck and hunched at his finger. "Maggie's is bigger," she gasped.
Jake rubbed the sizable bump experimentally, as if confirming that he really was touching her clit. Her hips jerked harder and she gasped out loud. He applied more pressure to the nubbin and began to massage it more rapidly. Never in his wildest daydreams did he ever imagine he would have the chance to finger-fuck an erotic, beautiful woman on a dance floor in a public place. He had really hit the jackpot this time.
Debra nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. She began to pant heavily and moan deeply. Her sharp teeth nipped at his flesh as her hips began to squirm and buck faster.
"You really turn on fast, don't you?" he murmured.
"I've been turned on all day! Maggie told me all about you."
He rubbed her clit harder and faster, fascinated by the size and the effect his touch had on her. His cock throbbed and twitched, attempting to bust out of the restraining material of his pants. He had the insane fear he was going to cream in his jeans any instant.
She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered hotly, "You make my clit feel so fucking good, darling! I'm going to cum!"
"Damn!" he exclaimed, whipping his head around to see if anyone was watching them.
Debra sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth and sank her teeth into the tender flesh, and Jake nearly jumped out of his pants. She put her thigh against his rock-hard cock and rubbed it as she hunched her ass and chewed on his ear lobe. Her body began to vibrate from head to foot. With his free arm, he held her as close as he could, keeping her tits crushed into his chest. His finger moved faster and faster over her formidable, tumid clit, rolling it around, agitating it urgently.
Debra pulled her arms so tight he thought she was going to break his neck. He hoped she wasn't a screamer like her sister. Or, if she was, that she remembered not to vocalize her pleasure in the club. One impassioned yelp from her would alert everyone to what was happening. She might employ her feminine wiles and get out of such a scrape, but lawyer or not, he could not explain his role in the lascivious incident.
He felt her body begin to vibrate harder, shaking like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. He could feel the trembling in the thigh she had pressed into his hard prick. Her hips began to wiggle so impulsively, so quickly, he had to slide his free hand down to her bare ass to keep her from getting away. The faster he stroked her clit, the more disorderly her body shook.
Imperceptibly, he heard the music still playing. Fortunately so, masking their true reason for being on the dance floor. They were on the far edge, near a wall, but most certainly would have stood out like a sore thumb otherwise.
Debra began to come down slowly from her intense carnal high. Her rigorous vibrations eased, but her body continued to twitch. He lessened the pressure of his finger on her clit and slowed the pace of stimulation.
"Ohhh, darling, that was so good!" she whispered in his ear. "You do know how to find a girl's clitty, don't you?"
"I couldn't miss yours. It's as big as the end of my finger."
"The better to cum with, my dear. Would you believe I can often cum just by rubbing my thighs together?"
"I'm about ready to believe most anything you tell me. You said earlier that Maggie's clit is bigger than yours. How do you know? A clit isn't something you see in the normal course of events, even if you are sisters."
Debra giggled and kissed him lightly. "Since the music has stopped, we'd better go back to the table." She backed away from him and smoothed her dress down. Then, taking him completely by surprise, she took his hand and guided his finger to his own mouth. "Have a taste of what you've been playing in," she said with a bright, seductive smile. "Maggie said you like to eat pussy and that your tongue is very talented. Is that true?"
"I love to eat pussy. Others have to judge how talented my tongue is, but no one has complained yet."
"Good. Now, let's join Maggie. We don't want her to get lonely." She took his hand and led him hastily back across the dance floor. "I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long, darling. We got hung up."
Maggie eyed the front of Jake's pants. She smiled broadly and winked at him. "Looks like you enjoyed dancing with my sister, darling. Doesn't she look absolutely ravishing in that dress?"
"Ravishing is an understatement," he replied. "You two are really something else. I've never met even one such wanton woman, let alone two at the same time."
"Oh, darling, the evening is young and we haven't even begun to kick up our heels," Maggie said with a sexy laugh.
Debra ran her hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. "We'd better take this manly thing where we can have more privacy," she said, beaming brightly. "He seems to be in dire need of some of our more affectionate talents."
Maggie sat in the middle of the front seat on the way to the hotel, and Debra sat next to the door.
Debra pulled her dress up, baring her thighs. "Whew, it's pretty warm tonight," she said, grinning wickedly.
"Is it the weather or just you?" Maggie teased. She put her hand in Jake's lap and squeezed his still-hard dick. "It must be the weather," she mused. "Everything seems to be burning up."
"Damn!" Jake muttered, fighting to keep his eyes on the road and his attention on his driving. "What are you wearing under your dress?"
"Oh, the same thing my sister has under hers. Want to see?"
She lifted her dress around her waist. Her auburn pussy hair flashed into view. She dropped her dress, letting it lie across the top of her thighs so part of her pretty bush showed.
The sisters looked at each other, contemplated what they would do when they reached the hotel, and smiled.