alone together. Apparently he had not fucked Marl the night before.
A moment later they entered the lavish guest room where Tamra had spent the night. She had arrived by jet the previous afternoon, and of course Steve had started eyeballing her; she had dressed differently than Mari so he could tell them apart. He was a handsome bastard.
'I got a new thing for thrills, honey,' Tamra laughed, opening one of her travel cases. She drew out a device she had found in a Japanese novelty shop just a week before, a small hand vibrator, but with a big difference from run-of-the-mill dildoes. It was shaped like a pistol, with batteries in the hand grip, but the business end, the tip of the 'barrel,' was the thing.
'What is that?' Mari gasped, staring.
'Well, you see this little, soft, rubber end?' Tamra giggled, the gin working deliciously. 'You fit that over the clit and use this trigger to make it wiggle. We both know we have kind of long girlie-pricks, and mine goes right up inside-it's a real groovy way to come!'
'You rotten thing, you!' Mari exclaimed, her cheeks flushed.
'Ohhhh, shit,' Tamra said, dryly. 'I brought you one as a present. I know Steve is not giving you enough. It's written all over you, honey. You should be getting some pussy from Lana, at least!' She reached out and patted Mari on the ass. 'And don't give me that bull about 'saving' your goodies for Steve. You need it every day, several times a day, just like me.'
Mari shuddered, loving the touch of her sister's fingers on her bod. They had been intimate over too many years, even though it had been a long time since their cunts had been together. She could not fool Tamra for one second. She had tried real hard with Steve, and it was all real good until he squeezed his cock into her pussy. That animal thrusting simply did not do it for her!
A cozy sixty-nine was much more agreeable. Taking his load in her throat and having his mouth on her cunt would bring her her jollies every time-but naturally men liked to explode in a pussy, and she put lap with it.
'Lock the door, honey,' Tamra murmured, her soft fingers sliding around to Mari's cunt mound. 'We're going to fuck.'
Oh, I DO want to feel her between my legs again! Mari thought. This gin is murder. My clit is about to poke a hole in my panties! We look exactly alike but she always the 'lead' girl, she's the dominant one. It's ' been ages! We're hung up on each other and I guess we never will outgrow it…
She swung away, walked to the guest room door and turned the lock. Even the smooth rub of her thighs together excited her glands. As she turned, she saw Tamra drawing something else out of a travel case-some lengths of soft white rope…
'W-what in hell are those?' Mari asked, staring.
'Remember how we used to talk about one of us tying the other up to a bed and having some fun?' Tamra giggled. 'Well, since then I've tried it, with a very cooperative chick, and she really flipped out. I think you'd love it, too.'
'That's-weird!' Mari breathed. But at the same time she felt a sharp, honeyed stab in the cunt. They were not giggly kids any more. Tamra had obviously tried a lot of different things for sex kicks.
'Oh, come on, get your clothes off and spread out,' Tamra laughed. She glanced at the bed. 'That four- poster is just right.'
Tamra trembled, feeling sweet juices leak out into her sheer bikini panties beneath her shorts. The moment her beautiful sister had walked down from the plane at Reno airport, drawing male eyes from every direction, Tamra had felt that old familiar tingle in the crotch. Then the previous evening she would have welcomed Steve's hands on her bod, but he had made no passes-Friday and Wednesday appeared to be his nights for pussy. It was turning into a damned routine, and she had not chippied on him even once.
She suspected he was getting some pussy on the side; the casinos were loaded with it. Lately she had fallen back into her old ways, using an ordinary vibrator or her fingers. Tamra was so right! She, Mari, needed relief nearly every day. She had been 'faithful' to Steve long enough.
Johnnie Sanders, the leggy, young brunette next door, had suggested that they swap husbands some night, but Earl at fifty did not do much for Tamra. Johnnie had also tossed out a few strong hints about just the two girls having a little sneaky fun, but so far Tamra had resisted that temptation.
The idea that Lana Wong might want to cunt rub had not really occurred to Man until her bold sister had slipped it into the conversation out on the patio. Well, if they did trade lives for a while, Tamra would be getting some of that Hawaiian pussy, too. If Mari stayed around for a few days, the two would probably be fucking and Lana's exotic beauty was provocative.
She had heard that those Pacific Island girls with mixed ancestries were terrific screwing. Steve was interested, too, but as far as Mari could tell they had not fucked-yet. Lana was pretty much of a loner.
As Mari loosened her halter and let her titties free, she noticed Tamra was likewise bare to the waist. Tamra giggled and glided up close, her arms going around Marl's waist, hands busy with Marl's ass. Ohhhh, it was like old times for sure! Their cunt mounds pushed together, their breasts touched, and a sweep of awful need raged in Mari's crotch.
'A little warm-up before the big scene, huh?' Tamra breathed, rolling her swelling, jutting titties into Mari's tender mounds.
'Yessss!' Mari whispered, opening her eager lips, 'God, it's been ages!'
'Nobody ever got you off the way I can, have they, sugar?' Tamra giggled softly, loosening Mari's shorts.
'Damn you!' Mari breathed, shaking violently, her clit as stiff as her little finger. They vibed together like crazy! After her marriage she- had told herself she would simply not go for any more pussy, but this thing between them was too delicious, too compelling- incest or not. Her thighs were opening, her tumid nipples flamed, her whole body ached for kisses, touches and knowing manipulations. Tamra knew every little nook and cranny of Mari's sex, and obviously she was older now and surely had learned some new tricks!
'That cute pussy has been needing this for years, honey,' Tamra breathed, her lips inches from Mari's hungry mouth. The hot tongue slid between Mari's trembling lips, their mouths mashed, the sweet, slow stroking reached all the way down to Mari's turned-on cunt.
Steve never kisses me on the mouth nearly enough! Mari thought. He's not bad sucking at my cunt, but a girl needs a tongue in her throat, too. Sweet shit! My sister is the best I ever had. She kind of makes me melt down and flow out of my cunt! I know a come is a come, but she makes it deeper and harder! Ohhhhh, da!
Tamra drank in the juicy thrills her sexy sister could always stir in her crotch and titties. Deftly she lowered Mari's shorts, fondling the warm, pretty curves hugged alluringly by the whisper-thin bikini panties. She adored provocative undies. She had brought several outfits in one travel case and would dress Mari in one of them later, but right now she wanted to do the bondage thing. If they didn't like it they could play several other fascinating pussy-pussy games.
She stabbed her tongue in deeply several times, feeling her sister's shivery responses, and backed away before it got too far along. Quickies were great once a chick reached a high level of erotic thrall, but the first orgasm was the important one.
'Don't stop now, honey!' Marl breathed, kicking her shorts free of her feet. 'I'm ready!'
Tamra laughed, sliding her own shorts to the floor. Now they both wore only bikini panties and heels. 'You always did like to rush it.'
'You damn pussy teaser, you,' Mari said. 'I need a, come!'
'Okay, spread out on the bed.' Tamra picked up the soft, cotton ropes and steered her sister to the four- poster. In seconds she had Mari spread-eagled on the bright bedspread, bonds fastened to both wrists and ankles, tying them securely to the bedposts. Actually, the knots were easily unfastened; it was more the idea than actually forcing her sister in any way.
'But-you didn't take my panties off!' Mari giggled.
'Honey, when I get a real good hard-on, I'll rip 'em. You know I like decorated pussy-fancy undies.'
'Yes, I remember!' Mari exclaimed. 'Hey-this is exciting.'
'Now I got you, baby,' Tamra breathed, crawling on the bed, that fierce cunt-ache already drawing a flood of juice from her puss. 'Tin gonna bang your little fun-gun till you faint!'
'You're just as filthy as ever,' Mari giggled.
'And you love fuck talk just as much as I do,' Tamra laughed. 'Say, I just had a creamy idea, honey. Let's
