Before she knew what she was doing, Jo had pulled off her dress and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as Lisa's had done.
They were almost as large and firm as Lisa's, the younger Jo decided, though her aureoles and nipples were of a different shade. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror, with an immediate rush of sensation and a tingling up between her legs far out of proportion with what she was pretending to be doing. If I had Lisa here, I wouldn't have to be doing this to myself, she thought dejectedly, pinching them again, but harder. God, what a dummy I am! Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lips seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear eyes, usually so diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Then, almost surreptitiously, her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the elastic band of her panties.
Completely naked now, and with another glass of wine in her hand, Jo faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken vee nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. 'Cunt,' she whispered to herself. 'Cock.' With startling clarity the image of her brother's huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically… and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it… and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovaled sucking ring just the way Lisa's had done.
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered again. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the… penis… so solid… and her mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun!
Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why, I'm drunk, that's all!
Dreamily, she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs. God, she wished she had a thousand Lisa's to be doing this to her!
With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy-lips, half- parted as if in anticipation.
Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young hot Jo reached down and slowly pulled apart her cunt-lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her. With a Mona Lisa smile, Jo reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft reddish pubic curls of her little pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! She flinched against the electric sensations.
One palm cupped her roundly prominent mound of Venus then, her long-nailed middle finger lying lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering, the tip of I her nail gently scraping the quiveringly erect bud of her clitoris. Little shudders of lewd pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, slightly dipping her finger into it, teasingly. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle… only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again… a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her hungrily accepting pussy. Oh, that feels sooo gooooood! If only it were Lisa's tongue, or Jim's cock!
Her other hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy nipples of both her breasts teasing the tips outward, pinching them between her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations below. Her mind reeled again with the hot lascivious thoughts she was having… thoughts of Jim and Lisa engaged in their sexual act… the luscious Lisa… the big-cocked brother… his long, long, enormous penis… no, his cock. Oh, God, what would his cock feel like? How I'd love to have his thick hard cock in my pussy right now… fucking me… hard… hard!
Jo slid down a little further on the chair and spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Her free hand never ceased its fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them tightly and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming in from below.
She was going to come! And she knew that it would be a sweet and searing release, like nothing she had ever experienced before… not ever! Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now, and her heavy breasts jiggled like gelatin as she sawed her finger in and out, faster and faster. Suddenly, she needed more! It just wasn't big enough!
Quickly, she added one, then another finger to the one already inside her frothing pussy. She glanced up at the mirror at her slavishly postured figure, and it thrilled her to see her three fingers disappearing up inside her body like a make-believe cock, and she shivered lustilly from head to toe as they stretched her cunt-lips obscenely wide. Her hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like those of a mating mink, her tender pussy-lips clinging to her fingers like the tongue of a lathing cat on the outstroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with wanton will she never realized she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her hips pumped back and forth. She shoved her glistening fingertips all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her.
She stared in fascination at her nakedly crouched body with her huge milk-white breasts savagely jiggling.and quivering in tempo to her lustful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the chair. Closer… closer!
It began as a ripple, then grew into a massive convulsion, as she felt an electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with anticipation. She tensed, gasping, her back arching, her breast quivering… she was coming!
When it was over she moved back to her bed and fell exhausted across it.
Meanwhile in the next room, Jim Davis was taking a shower. While he was under the stinging water, his wife Lisa had changed into some special clothing she had ordered from Fredrick's of Hollywood. Both Jim and Lisa liked kinky sex ideas. This time her special outfit for the evening was a transparent lounging set-long billowing crotchless pants, and the briefest of tops-a vest-like garment that left little to the imagination. She hadn't shown it to Jim yet but she knew that he would be pleased… if he ever got out of that fucking shower, she thought.
Tonight, even more so than usual Lisa felt pure animal, pure female, and she' loved every minute of the time she knew she would be having shortly. She giggled to herself and a little shiver of delight passed through her stomach as she thought too of Jo. She knew that if she made enough noise that Jo would spy on them, her eye would be glued to the keyhole and Lisa wanted to make sure that Jo got to see everything; then when it was all over, maybe, just maybe she could talk Jim into fucking Jo, his sister, so she could watch. Now a huge shudder of lewd pleasure erupted throughout her body, causing goosepimples to appear on all her bare skin.
'Hurry, Jim,' she called out. 'Please hurry and come in here and fuck me!' She knew it would be loud enough for Jo to hear. Now, the very thought of Jo watching and of Jim taking her, spreading her thighs, and hammering his hard cock long and deep, inside her belly, was exciting. She cupped her breasts as she sat on the bed, examining the nipples, slightly startled at the way they suddenly began to harden. She moved back so that she could lean against the headrest and looked down at them and tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It was overwhelming for her, this manipulation of her sensitive breasts, just the way it always had been. Some women, she knew, weren't aroused by their breasts being touched, others were teased only if their nipples were softly stroked, but Lisa had always had nerve endings more exposed than most; sometimes even wearing a blouse sent waves of delicious feelings soaring through her.
Now, as she stared down at the golden globes jutting from her chest, she was doubly excited by the realization that soon, very soon, her husband would be placing his hands on them, caressing them and kissing them hotly… with a low mewl of passion, she let one hand slowly move down from her breasts and down her flat plane of stomach, down to the bareness of her pubic area, then out around her thighs and buttocks, then dipping once more to the lips of her pussy.
Closing her eyes against the bright light in the room, she let her fingers open the swollen, moist bare lips, part them and slide in, finding her trembling clitoris waiting and eager. She circled the quivering bud, spreading
