'I gotta get one, honey!' Janni breathed, poking faster. Her pretty face twisted in its familiar intimate way, her titties arched upward, her long legs jerked and she stroked the cock swiftly..,.
Love it, love it! Janni thought, her clit tensing as the honey spurted from it. Jeeeeeesus. I can hit it just when it feels the best! Like on my fingers, but better!
'Ohhh, ohhh,ohhh!' she cried shrilly. Her cunt was clenching in delirious cadence. It was a real biggie!
Now she heard Lauren going off, and Janni recovered enough to watch her sister. Lauren was getting hers with the vibrations, the handle dancing in her grip. It was damn good for her. She moaned and bucked her hips, her tits shaking dramatically. 'Ohhh-fuck, fuck, fuck!' Lauren cried.
Somehow Lauren's orgasms always lasted longer than Janni's. Maybe they were even sweeter! They had discussed it and decided it was because Lauren had been sexually active longer.
The girls rested, snuggling closer, and the bond between them seemed even stronger. As soon as Jed returned from Omaha to take charge of the drugstore, Lauren was moving in with Janni. They had to have each other, man or no man.
On Friday morning Linda Field got the word from the engineering department at Western Computers. Her boss, Purdy, stood in front of her desk, his face white. 'You really fucked up good, Linda.' 'What do you mean, Mister Purdy?'
'That hundred-grand design was phony. The blueprints were of an ordinary black and white TV set!'
She felt cold water run through her body, all the way down to her pussy. That rotten, fucking Matt Dodson! This could be her ass.
'I'm no engineer,' she said, controlling her voice. 'I took what he had. I gave you the microfilm.'
Purdy scowled, pacing back and forth. 'Somebody on the other end got wise. We got to teach that asshole a lesson. Now, here's what we do…'
Stella Fordhatn, resting in a padded chair at the rim of her big swimming pool, decided that tonight, Saturday, was the evening when Matt earned his money. It was now early afternoon. He rested at her left, sipping iced tea, looking very fit and sexy in the brief swim trunks. Her bikini was modestly cut. She simply didn't have the figure at forty-two she'd had at half that age.
Her women friends still envied her, though. Her tits still were firm, her waist trim and her ass and legs were better than a lot of broads had at thirty. Rigid dieting and exercise had kept her 'looking good.'
She knew Matt had photographed her joke blueprints, and it seemed odd that he was acting so pleased with himself. He had met Linda Field and had been there long enough to fuck her. Then, the next day he had driven to a savings and loan outfit out in the valley and made a deposit.
Arthur Frost, the detective, always gave detailed reports. Matt wouldn't pass up a sexy-looking filly like Linda-the cunts just couldn't leave him alone.
Rona Hall wiggled out onto the patio, delicious in a red mini-bikini. She paraded in front of Stella and Matt, waving her tits and ass, and Stella felt a strong tingle in the twat. She'd had a touch of flu and hadn't fucked the young mulatto, or anyone else, in a week. She was ready,
'You haven't been in to see me lately, stud,' she purred, looking down at Matt's cock bulge.
'He's been getting some on the side, honey,' Stella said. 'As usual.'
Matt grinned, opening his strong, tanned legs. 'I always have enough for you two girls.'
'Well, come on over here and start heating me up for a big night,' Stella smiled. Sometimes she needed a whole day of frivolity to get a real hard-on for cock. With just Rona, a couple of hours was enough. Feeling the voluptuous mulatto come off was a hell of a turn-on. Matt was so damned cool. Beyond a doubt, there was little in sex he hadn 't experienced. He stood, stretched and moved behind Stella's deck chair. His hands caressed her shoulders as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. 'How many times you going to get off tonight, baby?'
She trembled. His warm, expert hands slid down to her halter. He coursed his fingers across her tit bulges, not uncovering them just yet. Rona stood in front of Stella, rocking her beautiful ass, pushing her tits out, giggling.
He murmured again. 'You have the hottest cunt in town, baby. You should let me in there oftener.'
All bullshit, of course, and she loved it. He made it dirty, but not gross. Sometimes he brought her flowers with suggestive notes attached. If he was home when she went to the office, he always kissed her, ran his tongue in her mouth and squeezed her tits. He was so good for her ego.
She could forget his little thievery for a while. Western Computers couldn't be paying him very much-they couldn't afford it. Surely by now they knew they'd been tricked, had paid Matt for a lemon.
Some companies became very upset about things like this. She certainly didn't want some goon breaking his fingers and legs. People had been killed for a lot less than a hundred grand! She would have to put a stop to this silliness. Another worry had cropped up, too. At a recent party she had noticed that rich cunt of a Susy Hall whispering in his ear on the dance floor. Susy's vicious nature was known. Everybody who had any sense realized she had murdered her husband for his wealth, only no one could prove it.
She wanted Matt, and might go very high for him. She had real estate all over Los Angeles County. She was a good ten years younger than Stella, had been in a few movies as a starlet and knew how to display her body and face.
But the word was that she'd permit no fooling around. If she bought a prick, she wanted all of it. Matt would never go for that drill. Staying 'true' to one pussy was like asking him to fly under his own power.
Now he kissed her neck below her right ear and gently unfastened her halter. His expert fingers ran across, under and around her boobs like they were studded with diamonds. God, he was wonderful! Her nipples perked out, tingles ran from them down her bod to her clit.
He nibbled her earlobe and whispered, 'tonight I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk, baby.'
She softened back in the chair, eyes closed, drinking in the sweet sensations. Time for a breather now. He knew it, gave her tits a parting squeeze, and returned to his chair.
'Looks like you're gettin' up faster'n usual, honey,' Rona cooed, long legs apart, her thinly covered cunt aimed right at Stella.
'It's real good today,' Stella laughed. 'Are you juicy?' 'I could use a couple,' Rona giggled.
'I can bring your fun, or Matt can, or why don't you just do it yourself. I love to watch you work on your bod, honey.' Rona laughed, removed her mini halter and panty, and moved a chair in front of Stella. She spread out, knees almost touching Stella's knees, and started her cunt and tittie play. She knew who was boss.
She had trimmed the black fuzz on her cunt so that the thick labia showed clearly, and her slit was getting shiny with pussy lubricant. Standard procedure. Left hand on her tits, right hand on her twat.
Matt watched, too, but he wasn't even hard. He'd seen it before. He didn't show his cock because he knew Stella was not wild about that until much later on. They did what she liked, or else. These two sex machines cost her a bundle,
Stella fit her hands on her own naked tits as Rona began her fun trip. She didn't have long fingernails, and the main reason was clear. She ran her longest digit in her cunt and fit her thumb just below the strong thick nub of her clit, which was now showing, dark pink. She loved to tickle her urethra.
'Nnnnnnn!' she groaned, caressing her thick dark nipples, wiggling her play hand. She pouted her sensual lips, running her tongue in and out. She knew Stella liked to see that, too.
Now Rona paused and rested, dragging it out, as any smart girl did for the best sensations. Her cunt lips were swelling, a hint of coral inner flesh showed around her finger. She hunched her ass, and slowly began her hand play again.
Her clit enlarged, she was breathing faster, and she stopped her movements just in time.
'Good girl,' Stella giggled. 'You're getting better.' 'You taught me that,' Rona breathed. 'Sure is hell to hold it sometimes!' 101
Matt sighed. He'd heard shit like this a dozen times, watched these two get it on, except that Stella was slower than a slow freight. He got so fucking bored with it all. Rona would bust her fun pretty soon, yell and twist her ass; then she'd start fooling around with Stella.
He'd have to call Lauren again, meet her and her leggy sister at the cottage. He was sure they'd go for it. Janni was worth another big gush or two of his jism. He had even plucked her cherry. She'd be out after more cock, once she'd had a taste of it, and Lauren was always fine humping.
Linda Field needed more of his prick, too. That was really choice; she thought he was right up there next to Casanova. She had a thing for mature men. Part of his skill was banging them better and harder than they'd ever
