Chapter 1
Sandy Simoneaux entered the living room and saw her older sister sitting on the couch with a man. They were kissing and Nadine had one hand in the man's lap. Nadine's skirt was hiked high on her full, white thighs and one of the man's hands was trying to push the skirt even higher.
Telling herself that she should return to her bedroom and stay there, Sandy couldn't seem to make her feet move. She stood just inside the doorway and watched her sister tug the man's zipper down. Then she watched, fascinated, as Nadine's hand reached in and pulled the man's penis out into the open.
Nadine wrapped her fingers around the organ and after she had pumped it a few times it was thrusting stiffly.
The man pulled his mouth from Nadine's and exclaimed, "Baby, if you don't take it easy I'll be spilling my stuff before the real action begins!"
"Don't worry about it," Nadine said with a little laugh. "I'm a very generous person, honey and I'll let you get your gun off twice."
"That's great! How about sucking me off now?"
Again Nadine laughed low in her throat. "I thought you would never ask," she said, slipping on to her knees in front of him.
Sandy could hardly believe her eyes. She didn't want to believe that her sister was actually going to suck on the erect penis. How could Nadine degrade herself like that? The man wasn't even good-looking and he had to be all of fifty! Not, Sandy thought a little wildly, that those two facts had all that much to do with what Nadine was doing.
There was a light over the couch and Sandy was standing in the shadows. Nadine was licking up and down on the jutting shaft and she had reached in and pulled out the man's hairy testicles. He had his head tossed back and one of his hands was on Nadine's head.
Sandy had a side view. She felt a strange choking sensation in her throat as she saw Nadine open her mouth wide and take in the dark red knob. How terrible, she thought, watching as Nadine began sucking up and down on almost the entire length of the thick shaft. How could her sister stoop so low as to do such a nasty thing!
"You really know how to suck a cock, Nadine! You're one of the best cocksuckers I've ever had the pleasure of encountering!"
Nadine bobbed her head faster and Sandy turned and left the room. She was sure that she would get sick to her stomach if she saw Nadine actually taking the man's sperm in her mouth. Would she swallow the stuff? Spit it out? How awful, no matter what became of the man's seed!
Disgusted by the lascivious sight that she had just witnessed, Sandy returned to her room and threw herself on the bed. She hated to admit it, but she was sexy-hot from the erotic sight that she had just seen. And she tried to shrug aside the thought that maybe she would like to try the intimate oral act someday. With a man she really loved, of course!
She felt a dampness in her crotch. She had just finished taking a bath and she hadn't bothered to put on more than a robe. She slept in the nude at home, and since her sister had given her a bedroom of her own, she had seen no reason to stop the practice.
The apartment had three bedrooms, a kitchen and a bath and the living room where Nadine was giving the middle-aged man a blow-job. Sandy turned over on her back there in the darkness. What an expression! She had heard and read that slang term for fellatio, but that was the first live hard-on she had ever seen. She had looked at pictures of cocks, soft and hard and she had also seen pictures of the various sexual acts. But it had been shocking to see her own sister actually going down on a man. And that was certainly an appropriate term!
Well, Nadine was twenty-three, her own boss and she had been in New Orleans for five years. She must make a lot of money at that insurance agency she worked for. Maybe she picked up extra money from men like the one in the living room right then, Sandy thought, immediately sorry for having such a low opinion of her older sister.
After all, Nadine had helped her get through high school and had always sent money to their parents, too. Mama and Papa were good people, but they were both uneducated and just a little on the shiftless side. Papa fished and trapped, but they both liked their beer and they believed in living for the day and not worrying about tomorrow.
They had been proud when she graduated from high school, though. They wanted her to go to college on Nadine's money, too. Nadine had taken it all right when she had said that she just didn't have the brains for college, though. She had just managed to get through high school. But she hadn't wanted to stay in the little bayou town and live out her days as a fisherman's wife.
She was only eighteen and she wanted to see some of the world before settling down. She had tried to explain that to Stan Aucoin; just as she tried to explain to him why she wanted to keep her cherry until she was married. She had necked with him and had even felt his hard penis through his pants when he had tugged on her hand, but she had never even let him put his fingers in her crotch.
He'd called her old-fashioned, a prude and a silly girl afraid to really live, but she hadn't let him fuck her. He'd used that word once and she'd slapped his face. He'd been telling her how he'd done that to other girls and that he just might marry her if she'd give him a sample. She knew that he wanted to marry her. He just hadn't asked her or her papa because he knew she would refuse. Papa and Mama wanted her to marry Stan. She'd been playing with him since she could remember and his parents were good people, too. But he was satisfied just to fish and trap and he also liked his beer a little too much.
She guessed she was a little old-fashioned and prudish. She knew that most of the girls she had gone to school with had been having sex for years. And she was just a little afraid. She got all jittery every time she thought about giving it a try with Stan. Besides, once a maidenhead was gone, that was it and she was just romantic enough to want to give that gift to some unknown man she hoped to marry someday.
Sandy sighed. It was possible that the man might be Stan though. She thought a lot of him, that was for sure and he had been very patient with her through the years. He had even told her that he would be waiting for her when she got tired of the big city.
That had been yesterday morning when he had been at the bus station to see her off. It seemed like longer ago than that. She had called Nadine and told her that she was coming. Her sister had met her at the New Orleans bus station and they had gone to a nice restaurant in the French Quarter the night before.
Since it had been Sunday, they had gone sightseeing during the day and she had enjoyed riding on the sight-seeing bus. They had also taken a cruise for that purpose on a big boat on the Mississippi River. Tonight she had cooked the evening meal in the kitchen Nadine seldom used. They had talked about the fun they had had during the day and now Nadine was in the living room performing fellatio on an unattractive man.
Realizing that she had been rubbing and tweaking her erect nipples, Sandy dropped her hands to her sides. The robe had parted all the way down the front and she was very conscious of her nakedness. She ran her hands over her flat belly and then on down to her rounded thighs. Should she? No! She hadn't locked the door and Nadine just might come in and catch her. Besides, it was a nasty habit to give herself pleasure with her own fingers. No matter if some so-called authorities claimed that masturbation was perfectly natural and permissible.
Sandy swung from the big and comfortable bed. Maybe Nadine had taken her date or whoever to a bedroom and she could get a magazine or a book to read. But even as she moved silently from the bedroom, Sandy was honest enough to admit to herself that she really only wanted to see what Nadine and the man were doing.
At least fifteen minutes had passed. There wasn't anybody in the living room and Sandy felt a sharp stab of disappointment. She forgot all about reading and tiptoed on her bare feet along the hallway, even though the luxurious apartment had wall-to-wall carpeting.
Both of the other bedroom doors were closed. Sandy listened outside the one Nadine had slept in the night before and heard nothing. She went to the next door and listened. She heard faint sounds and wished that there was a keyhole. She hesitated, her heart pounding and then placed her hand on the doorknob. She felt guilty and even a little disgusted with herself, but she couldn't seem to keep from slowly turning the knob and just as slowly pushing the door inward.
The bed was positioned so that she had a good view after cracking the door open about four inches. The overhead light was on and Nadine and the man were on the bed. They were both naked and Nadine was on her back, long legs widespread, with the man's face buried in her crotch.
Nadine was clutching the man's head with her hands and squirming her buttocks against the mattress. She was also breathing loudly with her mouth open and Sandy knew that her sister was on the very brink of an orgasm. Suddenly Nadine began to buck and lurch her body and roll her head back and forth on the pillow.
Her knees so weak she had to hold onto the door for support, Sandy felt as if she might have a climax without even being touched. She continued to stare as her lovely sister made little whimpering sounds and then went limp.
The man lifted his face and crawled up until his poking penis was aimed right at Nadine's pussy. Sandy could see the moisture glistening on the short black pubic hairs and on the puffy cuntal lips. Then Nadine's fingers were on the swollen shaft, guiding and the stiff organ was plunged all the way in.
Sandy was surprised to find that she saw a strange kind of beauty in the act of intercourse. The way the two naked bodies moved together so rhythmically was a lovely sight, really and she thought that maybe she should have let Stan Aucoin do it to her. He was young and handsome and she almost wished that he was with her right then.
Knowing what she had to do, afraid that she would be seen or heard, Sandy slowly and carefully closed the door. Then she inserted a finger into her already moist and slippery cunt and began stimulating her stiffened clitoris. She slipped to the thick and soft carpet on her back and wriggled her ass and hunched along with her stroking finger.
She had a blissful release within a few seconds, one hand clamped over her mouth to smother possible sounds of passion. When she was still, except for little twitching movements about her buried finger, the usual feeling of shame after the solitary act swept through her. She quickly removed her finger, got to her feet and hurried to the bathroom.
Making very little noise, even though she knew the screwing couple couldn't hear her, Sandy washed her hands and her crotch. Then she went to her bedroom, slipped out of the robe and crawled under the sheet. She stared into the darkness for what seemed hours, trying to make her mind blank, but seeing the erotic scenes she had witnessed over and over.
She was still awake when Nadine entered the bedroom and turned on the light. She blinked her eyes, pretending that she had been asleep and looked at her pretty and beautifully stacked sister.
"In bed so early, honey? I thought we could have a little talk."
Sandy decided that it would be better to bring everything out into the open. "I haven't been asleep, Nadine. After my bath I went to the living room. You hadn't taken your-your friend to the bedroom yet."
Nadine stared for a moment, then laughed and sat down on the side of the bed. "That's what I wanted to talk about, Sandy. And that wasn't exactly a friend. He was a stranger until tonight, actually and he paid me for my time and services."
"I'm not sure that I understand. Are you a-a whore?"
"I prefer to be called a call girl, Sandy. Or a prostitute. Whore sounds so vulgar, somehow and I'm not ashamed of how I make my living."
"Well, I'm ashamed for you!"
"Don't get so huffy, baby! The money I've earned in the past five years helped put you through school and buy your clothes!"
"I've told you that I want to go to work and pay you back!"
"We're almost shouting," Nadine said, smiling. "Let's just keep cool and calm, honey and remember that we're loving sisters. Just how much did you see?"
"Too much. I saw you take his-his thing in your mouth and then I peeked into the bedroom and saw him eating you. I closed the door after you made it and he started banging you."
Nadine remained silent for a few seconds, then said, "I guess it's really better that it worked out this way. Maybe I even had a hunch that you would see what you saw and make it easier for me to break the news to you."
"You've never worked for the insurance agency?" Sandy asked, hoping that their parents would never find out how Nadine made her money.
"I worked for an agency for a few weeks. Until I wised up. I've always been as hot as hell and I started putting out to the boss during my first week on the job. He came on with the promise of marriage crap, but I never told him that I didn't like him that well. Actually, I'm afraid that being married would bore the hell out of me. Anyway, I found out that the boss was already married and I used that as an excuse to quit him and the job."
"How did you happen to become a call girl?"
"Just lucky, I guess! No kidding, I do enjoy the racket and you'd be surprised as to just how much money I have deposited in various banks. I meet all kinds of big shots, too and hustlers aren't looked down upon so much these days. Anyhow, I was lucky enough to meet a girl who was kind enough to steer me right and teach me the tricks of the trade. Are you really all that disgusted with me, honey?"
"I don't know how I feel," Sandy said. "Just kind of numb, I guess. It's your business as to what you do, of course and after five years you must like the-the work or you would quit."
"I have to have plenty of sex and I might as well get paid for it. How about you? Are you anything like me, honey? Do you crave sex most of the time and just have to have a hard cock or a stiff tongue regularly?"
"I'm a virgin," Sandy said, averting her eyes, wondering why she didn't feel all that proud of the fact. Had she been stupid all this time? Nadine seemed happy enough and her sister had undoubtedly been having sex even before leaving home.
After a short silence, Nadine said, "I don't suppose I'm really surprised, honey. You were a strange kid even before I left home. You were always bashful and shy, I mean and that probably has a lot to do with your backwardness when it comes to sex. Well, I never had any sexual hang-ups, baby and I would like to help you get over yours."
"What do you mean, Nadine? Just how do you want to help me?"
"By talking, for one thing," Nadine said, her dark eyes serious. "There's no reason for being ashamed of the needs and the demands of your body. And there's no sensible reason for not taking care of those needs and demands. You eat when you're hungry, don't you? And drink when you're thirsty? Why the hell not have sex when you're passionate?"
"I guess I mostly wanted to save myself for a future husband," Sandy said. "Is that so strange?"
"I think that you have just been afraid and have used that for an excuse to keep your cherry, baby! Besides, men sure as hell don't do without fucking before they get married! This is a new age, honey. Most females have been liberated sexually as well as otherwise and it's time you started to become emancipated. What did you do while watching the action tonight? Or did you wait until afterward?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend to be that innocent, Sandy. Or ignorant. Do you just finger-fuck yourself to a climax? Or do you use some other object? Hell, I've used cucumbers, bananas and broomsticks." Nadine laughed. "As well as many other things!"
Sandy couldn't keep from laughing. Her older sister seemed so happily uninhibited it might be a good idea to try and get some of that happiness to rub off on her, she thought.
"That's better, Sandy. You should laugh more often. You have a beautiful face, really and when you smile or laugh it's even more beautiful."
Sandy had always been embarrassed when complimented on her face or figure. She didn't meet Nadine's eyes. "I've only used my fingers," she said, "Like I did tonight. But I've always felt ashamed and guilty afterward."
"You must just stimulate your clit if you still have your hymen."
"I still have it," Sandy said, rapidly losing her embarrassment. After all, Nadine was her sister and it was almost like talking to a mother. Except that Mama had always pretended such things as sex and cunts and cocks and maidenheads didn't exist. "I have felt the membrane with my fingers, I mean and it's still intact."
"Mine was broken or ruptured by a stiff prick when I was twelve. Or was it eleven? Anyhow, I feel sorry for you for still having yours at eighteen. I'll be right back, honey."
Nadine had gotten to her feet while speaking and Sandy watched as her sister hurried from the bedroom. Nadine was wearing a thin robe and looking at the swaying hips and jiggling buttocks, Sandy could understand why men would pay. How much did Nadine get, she wondered. Not that she would want to make money like that!
Nadine soon returned with a gadget Sandy had seen advertised in magazines. It was a cordless electric massager in the shape of a penis. The ads stated that it would stimulate circulation and give fast relief from tension in all parts of the body, but Sandy was sure that they were mostly used to penetrate and ease the tension in vaginas. She had never had the nerve to order one, afraid that her parents would see it in the mail.
Nadine had removed her robe. Her big titties swayed slightly as she walked and Sandy knew that her own twin mounds were almost as big. And just as firm. It was easy to tell that they were sisters, really, even if their features weren't the same. They both had black hair and eyes and their bodies were about the same shape. Her skin was darker than Nadine's very white flesh and Nadine was a little taller, but they both had short and black curly pubic hair.
"Move over, Sandy. I'm going to show you a much better way than diddling yourself with your fingers."
While speaking, Nadine had advanced to the side of the bed and stripped the sheet off Sandy and the bed. Sandy moved to the far side of the bed and watched as her sister stretched out on the other side. She heard the faint buzz as the battery-operated vibrator was turned on and she told herself that Nadine was even more wanton and wicked than she thought.
Because, with a faint smile flicking about her full lips and with her black eyes gleaming brightly, Nadine had started running the penis-shaped massager around over her own thrusting breasts. The nipples jumped to attention immediately and Sandy felt her own nipples become erect just from watching.
"This feels just about as good as a tongue darting here and there," Nadine said. "I don't suppose you've ever had a tongue on your titties, though. Or had your nipples sucked."
Sandy had turned over on her side, facing Nadine and propped on an elbow. "No, I haven't," she said. "Do you think it's right that we-well, that we're together like this?"
"What's wrong with it? I'm just teaching you a few things that you should have learned by experimenting long before you ever came to the big city."
Sandy couldn't see that being in the city had anything to do with it, but she didn't say anything. Nadine had started moving the amazingly life-like gadget lower on her body and Sandy wasn't sure that she should stay and see what was turning out to be an exhibition.
"I've also performed in a few locally made erotic movies," Nadine said, seeming to read Sandy's mind. "They used to be called stag films and were only shown privately, but now they rate them X and show them in movie houses. They show the works, too. Fucking and sucking with as many as five or six couples involved. Oh, that feels so good!"
Nadine had spread her legs wide and was running the tip of the massager around over her inner thighs and up and down her glistening cuntal lips.
"You can use creams or oils on this lovely artificial pecker, baby, but my juices flow so easily I can start right out with it dry. Personally, I like to turn the thing off until I get it in and then I turn on with it!"
Nadine slowly shoved the massager into her pussy. It was seven or eight inches long and just about all of it had been engulfed when she stopped pushing.
"Now for the way-out thrills, Sandy. When I turn it on, I mean. You had better not go in this deep, though. Just make contact with your clit when you use it. Unless you want it to get your cherry, of course!"
"I think this is terrible, Nadine! I think you are terrible and should be ashamed of yourself!"
"You'll get used to my swinging ways, honey. In fact, it won't be long before something like this will seem very mild to you. Here goes!"
The massager began vibrating and Nadine's ass did a wild little dance. She moaned and cried out that she was cumming. She lurched and bucked, jerked and jolted and suddenly yanked the artificial cock from her vagina.
"Enough of that is really enough," she said breathlessly. "Do you want me to leave while you try it, baby? Just don't go too deep.
"I didn't say that I was going to try it!"
Nadine smiled and swung from the bed, holding the penis-shaped massager in one hand. "I'll wash it and leave it in the bathroom, honey. I'm going to bed and you don't have to worry about me peeking. Hell, you're so damned lovely I'm not sure that I could trust myself to watch!"
Sandy thought that the last was a strange thing for her sister to say, but it passed right out of her mind. She was very sexy-hot and already looking forward to being alone with the vibrating prong.
"Just one bit of advice before I leave you," Nadine said, waving the wetly glistening gadget at Sandy. "Don't get so excited that you break your hymen. I just might be able to get you as much as five hundred bucks for that useless piece of skin."
Nadine winked and hurried from the bedroom. Sandy closed her eyes, telling herself that no part of her body was for sale at any price. She didn't have enough money to move and she wasn't ready to go back home, but just as soon as she found a job she would leave her whoring sister for good.
Sandy also told herself that she would go to sleep without trying the fascinating massager. But after about fifteen minutes she went to the bathroom and found it in the medicine cabinet over the wash basin. It had been cleaned, but she washed it again before taking it back to the bed, telling herself that it wouldn't do any harm to experiment a little bit.
She turned the light off and trailed the vibrator around over her upper body. The tingling sensation in her titties and erect nipples felt wonderful. She turned the battery off and inserted just enough of the massager to make contact with her stiffened clitoris. When she turned the gadget back on and the vibrations started, she thought she was going to cry out because the pleasure was so intense. She clamped her upper teeth down over her full lower lip and vibrated herself through a series of blissful orgasms, rested for a few minutes and then did it again.
Then, deciding that if she didn't stop she would stimulate herself silly, she walked on weak legs to the bathroom, washed the pleasure-giving instrument, put it back where she had found it and hoped that Nadine hadn't heard the little gasps and moans she had failed to suppress.