expert at teasing some of Stella's women friends, letting them know that she was superior in bed. He was great ego-fodder.
Stella knew some of her closest women friends had tried to take him away from her, everything being equal in sex and war. And he had never played any of them. He liked the young stuff, naturally. He had lots of freedom to find it. No, she wouldn't really hurt him, but he had to be taught that stealing from her was a no-no.
Suddenly she smiled. She had the perfect solution! She felt so good about her idea she decided to celebrate with a little Saturday afternoon fucking. She hugged her cunt mound, left her downstairs office, climbed the curved stairway, walked along the hall and tapped on Rona Hall's bedroom door. 'Come in!' Rona said brightly.
Stella entered, smiling, and locked the door behind her. She wore shorts and halter, she'd been outside earlier, checking up on what the Japanese gardener and his crew had been doing to her favorite flower gardens.
Rona looked up from the vanity, where she sat in a bright red negligee. What a bod! What a pair of high, hard tits! She had been featured in a foldout in Players not long before-she was sex personified. She was almost as tall as Stella, who was six feet in heels, and her beautiful legs were 'a mile' long.
Rona was twenty-five. She had a degree in teaching from UCLA and was smart as a whip-but she certainly couldn't make the kind of money Stella paid her out there in the jungle of Los Angeles. She did not want to be in show biz. She called herself half and half in the sex department, although Stella believed her social secretary really preferred cock to pussy.
Nevertheless, she was exciting as hell. No girl had ever banged Stella as hard as Rona could. A delight to the eyes and the senses. Eventually she hoped to marry some very rich whitey. Right now her bod belonged to Stella.
Matt stroked in Janni's cunt until he was satisfied, and drew his shrinking cock from her puffed-out, drippy box. As usual after he went off, pussy never looked quite as appealing as before, and a streak of meanness came out in him, if he let it. Lauren, spread out on the bed now, watched as he turned from Janni and wiped his cock with a towel.
'Was it'fun, stud?' Lauren cooed, her thighs wide apart, her swollen cunt there for him when he wanted it.
'Yeah,' he said. He dropped into a chair as Janni lifted her tits from the vanity top, and wobbled to the bed. She flopped down beside her sister, acting pooped. Anyway, he had stopped her silly giggling.
'Jeeeese, that was goooood!' she said. Lauren handed her a towel and she wiped her cunt, looking at the streaks of his jism. 'Sure is a lot of it!' 'Does it still itch?' he asked, grinning. 'Well, sure-sort of. But you look out of it.'
'Crawl over and work off the itch on your sister,' he suggested. 'She wants more fucking.' 'Now; Matt-I told you!' Lauren protested. 'Ah, shit. Do it.'
Janni sat up, staring down at older sister. 'Honey, we could at least try it!'
'You watch each other get off on your fingers, so what's the big deal?' he chuckled.
Janni laughed, tossed the towel on the floor and crawled over between Lauren's thighs. 'He's right, you know. We're just kidding ourselves. I want to screw you.'
'You fox!' Lauren breathed, but she didn't push her sister away. 'You'd do anything he asked!'
Lauren knew it was more than pleasing him, and as her tender cunt met that of her pretty sister, it was like it had been preordained, that both were waiting for an excuse to make it happen! Nothing had ever been like it, the sweet cloying press of girl flesh on girl flesh.
'Ohhh, honey!' Janni breathed, hunching. 'It's beautiful!'
'Yessss!' Lauren whispered, arching her cunt upward. 'Fuck me, honey! Fuck me goooood!'
All their years of togetherness, sharing secrets and hiding nothing, were telescoped into this glorious moment of total living. They'd been kidding themselves for too long! Matt had brought it all into vivid focus.
Janni's slow, sensuous strokes, knifing thrills all through Lauren's body, were creating the same emotions in Janni-in a way that maybe no man could ever understand. The prick wasn't pumping in either pussy, but it was more than that; it was the most wonderful sharing they had ever experienced.
They were going to come together, their clits would throb at the same luscious instant, and both knew it. No more words were needed, it was simply too lovely. They were involved in their mutual delight, and their lives would never be the same again. Oh, they could have this any time they craved it…
Matt smiled, feeling his cock start to harden. Nothing stirred him like watching two sex-hungry cunts going for the goodies. At various times in his travels he had seen all kinds of lesbian combinations-sisters, cousins, friends, as well as mothers and daughters. If it was fun, why the hell not? Oriental and island women did not believe in being sexually frustrated; there were too many pleasant ways to relieve the tension, and what was wrong and right in the East was not necessarily wrong and right in the West.
'Ohhh!' the girls gasped, almost in unison. Janni's ass whipped faster. He could hear the sticky mush of their cunts lightly slapping together as the bed jiggled its erotic dance. They weren't prolonging the fun, teasing with little pauses; they were going for broke.
Their faces contorted, Janni fucked very swiftly, and as they hit the peak they squealed together. Now they were writhing like snakes, pounding up, thrusting down, whimpering their joy, gasping for air. His prick was up as hard as a fucking pine pole.
They were going to get all the prick they needed this day, Any time he started losing his hard-on, he'd have the sisters fuck each other again. Yeahhhhh,
CHAPTER FIVE
'So you're not really interested in a man who screws for a living,' Matt said, glancing around the living room of Linda Field's apartment.
She flushed and looked away. 'I didn't say that!'
It was Wednesday evening. He had called her earlier to say that he had a very important piece of microfilm to hand her, and to ask if she had the money. She had said that she did.
Monday evening he had struck gold. Rona and Stella had gone to a concert. He had opened the safe and found a large manila envelope marked Top Secret in big red letters. He had dug out his Minox, taken pix of the five blueprints inside, returned the envelope and relocked the safe. . Tuesday morning he had called his contact at Western Computers and said he had a big one. The
price was a hundred grand. Much more than they had been used to forking over. But when Matt had called two hours later, the man had said it was okay. But that it had better be good.
Matt had then requested that the exchange be made Wednesday evening, and asked that Linda close the deal. A call an hour later had indicated this was agreeable, too. So here he was in her apartment, ready to do business.
'Well, relax,' he grinned, resting comfortably on her sofa. She wore dressy black pants, a white blouse that shaped her tits attractively, and her dark hair was loose and wavy around her face. She was all made up, too. She sat in a chair across from him, long legs crossed.
'Why did you ask for me? I just substituted on Saturday.'
'I like to look at a good-looking filly,' he smiled. 'Business should be a pleasure.'
'Doesn't it bother you a little, stealing from your wife's company?'
'Hell, that electronics company of hers is just a plaything.' He opened his legs so she could see his outfit in his tight trousers. 'She's loaded. I'm sure you know all about her.'
'That's part of my work,' she said, glancing away. 'Uh-would you like a drink?'
'I drink very little, but with you, okay, Linda.' He stared at her tits and she flushed again. 'Scotch and water.'
She shot out of the chair, wiggled into her kitchen. She wanted a fuck, all right, but as usual she would go through the old la-de-dah shit-she wanted to 'know' him better before spreading out for cock. Hell, she probably already had a file on him a half-inch thick. Industrial espionage had its little rules.
Linda's fingers shook as she forked ice into two glasses. When her superiors had told her she would make
