really sends me!”
'How long since some girl got in your panties, honey?' Candi asked, curious.
'Oh, two years-' She hesitated. 'I've had some prick-besides Alvin's, but… ”
'Hell, I go for some cock myself once in a while,' Candi lied easily. 'Guess we better clean our twats, huh?”
They both laughed.
Sure, she remembers Cleve's prick, his cleverness, Candi thought. But I've got her pussy now, and I'll keep on having it. Still, it might be fun to watch him fuck her again, but if she does I'll be there. I'm in like Flynn. Cleve did a fine job of lapping her cunt, but I bet I can bang her better…
Ronnie Lemm stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around her ass, and wiggled into the living room. Her mother, Sally, sprawled on the sofa in a thin short nightie, glanced over at Ronnie and smiled.
'That looks better all the time, hon,' Sally remarked, writhing her plump ass suggestively. She was a good looking mulatto for her age, her tits were still firm, like her butt. Her Negro ancestry showed much more than Ronnie's, who was only one-quarter black. She was called a 'high yeller.'
'Want some more pussy, eh?' Ronnie laughed.
'Sure, we ain't had a fuck for two days,' Sally giggled.
'Well, cool your cunt for a while, I got something to tell you,' Ronnie said, dropping into a chair. She left her slender legs open so Sally could look under the fringe of towel and see her box. Ronnie needed a fuck, too.
She no longer felt guilty having sexy fun with her own mother; it had started years before, even while her father was around. He had caught them screwing one day and had pulled out. Some of those whiteys were square as hell. The tucker had never done much work, anyway.
'You had a good day, huh?' Sally said. She dropped the girlie magazine she had been leafing through.
'Yeah,' Ronnie smiled. 'I told you that ad in the yellow pages would payoff, honey. You remember that call I got.”
'Sure,' Sally replied, leaning forward. The motion almost caused one jutting tit to slide from the V of her nightie. The long, smoky nipples were stiffening.
'Well, I called on this new customer, Alvin Nelson. He figured I was pretty young to have a detective's license, he bad no idea I'm a girl”
'I still don't see why you have to dress and act like a guy in your detective work,' Sally went on.
'Shit, who'd hire a broad?' Ronnie answered. She had gone through the local Police Academy, she bad received high marks, and she bad passed the tests given to private investigators, she could even carry a gun if she wanted to. Her features had always been boyish, she had often wished she had been born a male. She bad purposely dressed like a stud for her license photo, she got a kick out of living a double life. She used the same name for both roles.
Her regular job was being a cocktail waitress at one of the best Daly City supper clubs; her long legs and trim ass made her a lot of tips. A wig and some makeup turned her into what she was, a very sexy piece of girl. Men hardly ever turned her on, though. When club customers asked if she was available, the price was a hundred bucks. Or more if the guy acted real eager. She was very choosy because she had never busted her fun around a prick. And she very seldom fucked other girls; Sally kept her pretty well satisfied.
After her father bad pulled up the stakes, she and Sally had moved into a better neighborhood, gotten a newer car and started 'living like' white people.' Sally picked up extra money doing housework for a few of the rich bastards over on the next street.
'Anyway,' Ronnie said. 'I charged this Alvin Nelson plenty, and he went for it. I tailed that good looking young wife of his, but I didn't catch her with a stud. She went to this Candi Jones photo studio and spent a couple of hours. I hear this Candi is a real Les; it could be that Mia got a fuck there… ”
'Okay, what else is new?' Sally said dryly. 'Those sexy whitey cunts are worse chippies than us colored broads.”
'Alvin is what's new,' Ronnie smiled. 'He does things for me. I got a real good tingle.”
'What is he, queer or something?' Sally giggled.
'Shit, no,' Ronnie said. 'I think he's looking for a setup. You know, we've talked about finding a wealthy guy and moving in. Got a beautiful big house. He acts a little square on the comers, but the way he looks at that young secretary of his… he's from the sticks. I'm sure he wants some real action.”
'Why is he having you tail his piece, then?' Sally asked.
'I figure he wants a good excuse to dump her, she looks damned expensive. Married him for his money. Ten to one she's a poor fuck. Now they're in the big city and he figures she's getting prick on the side.”
'Well, shoot your best lick, honey,' Sally giggled.
'Right,' Ronnie smiled. 'One of these days I’ll show him how I look in a miniskirt with my tits sticking out. I might even take you along for a little added bait.”
'Good!' Sally giggled. 'You know, I do miss cock once in a while… ”
'Yeah, I better find you a stud before you wear out that imitation prick, boney.”
They both laughed. Sally's vibrating dildo was a kind of joke between them. The sensuous mulatto had to have her goodies nearly every day. Watching Sally fuck herself with it still gave Ronnie plenty of kicks.
'I'm glad you got a night off, honey,' Sally giggled, spreading her plump olive-chocolate thighs farther apart. 'I got a hell of a hard-on.”
'What else is new?' Ronnie smiled, sliding the towel from her loins. She was getting worked up, too. Her feelings about Alvin Nelson really surprised her. Maybe because he was not like the sons of bitches who came in the Black Slipper and tried to cop feels. She looked forward to surprising him by showing up as a girl. She wanted his hands on her body.
'That pussy looks good tonight, hon,' Sally giggled, staring at Ronnie's crotch. She flipped the hem of her red nightie back and showed her cunt. Mother and daughter had very little pubic hair; their cuntlips protruded, like their sensual mouths. Ronnie could see wetness leaking from her mother's crevice. She was sure Sally had been playing with her box while looking through the girlie magazine.
'Well, it's all nice and fresh,' Ronnie giggled. 'You want to start by getting your tongue inside?”
'I just took a shower myself,' Sally giggled. 'Let's do a sixty-nine, huh?”
'You took the tongue right out of my mouth,' Ronnie laughed. 'But I got a surprise for you.' She glanced at her wrist watch. 'Anna Land is gonna be here any minute.”
Sally gasped. 'You mean that cute wiggly blonde you been bringin around here, hon?”
'Right on,' Ronnie said, winking. Anna was eighteen, she worked part-time at the Black Slipper. She had developed quite a crush on Ronnie.
'You been gettin' some pussy on the side, huh?” Sally said, accusingly.
'I haven't been there-yet,' Ronnie said. 'She wants to kind of join in to see if she likes it.”
'Why, you nice thing, you,' Sally giggled. 'We ain't had a threesome for a long, long time! Remember that young piece where we used to live?”
Ronnie laughed. 'Sure. I'm making some good money now, we need a little extra fun.'
A car stopped out front, and a moment later they heard the tap-tap of heels on the porch. Ronnie jumped up and opened the door. Anna came in, flushed and excited, smelling faintly of gin and perfume and pussy. Her miniskirt was very mini, her jersey bulged with goodies. Ronnie knew how to pick them. Anna was pissed at her boyfriend and ripe for a girl-fuck.
Ronnie locked the door and patted Anna on the ass. 'Get your clothes off, sugar. We're going to have a ball, huh?”
Anna giggled, glancing from Sally to Ronnie. 'Two martinis and I'm ready to go-go.”
'Good,' Ronnie smiled, sliding her hand beneath the miniskirt, finding the soft, pantied cuntmound. 'Feels kinda wet. You play with it on the way over here?”
'You rotten thing!' Anna gurgled. She swerved closer and held her dewy lips up. Ronnie shivered, her clit burning with anticipation. She had been working on this dainty number for several days, getting a few feels when no one else was around, and now she was here, ready to swing. Ronnie took the opened, eager lips, her left arm around the tiny waist, her hand pressing into the sweet pussy-mound. Anna took Ronnie's tongue and hunched her ass. De-licious!
A few moments later all three were in Sally's bedroom, all naked. Ronnie sat at the foot of the bed,
