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Authors name: M. West
Story Title : TWO SISTERS
Chapter 7 of 8
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Chapter 7
The next few weeks were hell for Sybil. She'd been seeing her
landlord Mr. Hansen constantly and finally the guilt she felt at her odd
coupling had gotten the better of her. She could hardly look herself in
the mirror anymore ... and yet, every time he called for the rent, she
paid him off in little pieces. Ten dollars one day, five the next ...
just feeding him enough to keep him coming back for more. If her
scheming was correct, as well as her arithmetic, she could keep him
coming back for at least two more weeks. And all she had to do was
keep her sewing machine humming, mending those seams and putting in
zippers.
Something had to break and soon, that Sybil knew. Life couldn't
go on like this! Without trying, she'd shed four pounds in one week,
and her nights were twisted with erotic dreams and plotting. Her
psyche was stretched about as far as it would go.
Still, even as she sat at her sewing reaching, she felt an un-
deniable lust spreading through the entire lower portion of her body.
Her full thighs pressed together and the tender hair-lined cleft
between them snuggled moistly up against them, wanting a more definite
caress.
That, Sybil knew, would be taken care of in a few hours when Mr.
Hansen came to pick up ten dollars more towards the back rent payment.
That allowed just enough time to get her hair washed and set at Irma's
Salon.
* * *
"I'm not going to let you have this letter from Daddy until you
take us to your house," June said, pouting prettily.
"Yeah, it's not fair that you've been coming to our house and
meeting our friends and eating our lunches ..." cut in May. "You
know all about us ... but we know nothing about you!"
"Oh, all right," Sid shrugged his shoulders, eyeing the French
post-marked letter that June waved like a carrot before his nose.
Those precocious wily girls had cornered him again, and he couldn't
see his way out of this dilemma. Damn, he needed that check ...
badly. Sybil had been on his case about the unpaid bills for weeks
now, and his better senses told him it was time to take care of
business, instead of playing around like today was the last day of
his life. Teaching the girls in his study might ease some of Sybil's
doubts about his tutoring intentions, and with relief he remembered
that Tuesday was Sybil's afternoon for the hairdresser and shopping.
The threesome hopped in the blue Chevy-II and headed for the freeway
back to his house.
"I don't want either of you saying anything personal now," he
warned, shaking a finger at the incorrigible June whose directness
made him shudder at times. "Sybil's a very proper woman," he
laughed, thinking of how she'd die of shock if she even suspected
what he'd been up to with the sisters.
"How do you know she doesn't have a lover behind your back?
You men think you're so clever," put in June.
Sid laughed out loud, the thought of Sybil taking a lover seemed
so far-fetched. She barely tolerated sex in the legal confines of
marriage! Yet, a sudden pang of jealousy stabbed through him at the
thought, and he realized that in spite of everything, he did miss
Sybil's gentle affections, modest though they were.
When they got to the house, Sid ushered the girls directly upstairs
to his study, listening as they climbed the steps for the hum of Sybil's
sewing machine down in the kitchen, and sighing with relief at the
emptiness of the silent house.
Leaving them to find their own amusement in the hodgepodge of books,
magazines and text outlines that littered his desk and the floor, he said,
"I'll be back in a second," then closed the door behind them.
Downstairs he found a note on the kitchen table next to Sybil's open
sewing machine.
"Sid ... I'm waiting for Mr. Hansen to come by to pick up the rent.
When will you get paid?"
Sid grinned smugly to himself. By God, things were looking up all
right. Once he got hold of that check June was holding in her hot little
hand, he'd set Sybil straight and go about his 'tutoring' of the girls
with the clear conscience. With a lighter heart, he took the steps
two at a time up to his study. When he opened the door the girls ran
up to him, laughing and each taking an arm, dragging him over to the
thick pile rug on the floor.
"Hey, come on, girls ... We've got work to do remember? You
promised ... no funny business in my house."
"Oh, I see! Anything's okay in our house, but not in yours, huh?"
teased the younger Dunlap.
Playfully, they began to tickle him until he rolled around on the
rug, doubled up with mirth. Taking advantage of his defenselessness, they
began to strip off his clothes.
When they finally got him naked, he propped himself up on his elbow,
and looked appreciatively at the lush, naked bodies of the two girls.
Their tans had become deeper from their long summer days out of doors and
the only obvious effect of their summer of intense sexual activity was
a subtle ripening of their womanly curves, giving them a more mature,
worldly appearance. How could he be angry at a time like this?
"I want to fuck you this time," shouted June.
"Okay, but I'm gonna keep one eye on the clock, because my wife is
gonna be home from the hair dresser soon, and I don't want her up here
listening through the door. Fifteen minutes, that's all you get!" He
struggled to sound firm.
He was stretching out luxuriantly on the rug, thinking how the
emancipated behavior of the girls and their frank demands no longer
intrigued him. In fact, although he'd hardly dared admit it to himself,
he was beginning to get a little bored with their incessant game playing
and acting. Now that he had almost run the gamut of sexual experience
with them, he thought he would be quite happy to spend more time at
home ... maybe pay more attention to his wife. He didn't want to
wreck his marriage co mpletely. Sybil had been more and more distant,
he realized and he hadn't done a thing about it! In fact, he'd been
acting pretty badly!
His thoughts were interrupted by June, who was beginning to mount
him, straddling his belly. His overworked cock started into semi-erection
and June lovingly cupped it in her hands, rolling it around between her
palms, coaxing strength into it. He could feel her tight little buttocks
pressing into his thighs and her golden breasts bounced as she continued
to massage his swelling prick.
May had settled back against the wall happy for once to be an
audience.
He sucked in his breath as he felt June's smooth lips around his
prick and then her tongue flicked out and began to lick it carefully with
her salival juices. Her hand gently cradled his balls and tenderly
squeezed them, holding the fragile flesh carefully. Her tongue continued
its warming coating and Sid's cock began to respond. She dabbed at the
little slit with the top of her tongue, burrowing deep into it and she
pressured the hypersensitive area under the head with her forefinger,
burgeonin g the tip into bulbous fleshiness.
His prick now stood up from the tuft of his pubic hair like the
thick stump of a tree. The teenage girl raised herself over the
towering instrument, one leg on either side of the tutor's prostrate
body, and lowering her hands, gentle drew aside the fleshy folds of her
cunt, laying bare the fuzz-guarded cuntal opening. Sid could see her
lick her lips in anticipation and then slowly, she bent her legs at
the knee and began to lower her wide-split, open cunt down towards his
excitedly throbbing penis. She poised herself just over the blood
engorged head and holding its rangy length with one hand and still
separating the folds of her pussy with the other, she steered it
towards her waiting orifice. A gasp exploded in her throat as she
felt the initial touch of his hard rubbery flesh on her frail pink
cunt and then she lowered herself a fraction of an inch so that the
ragged pink edges flared open and barely grasped the knobby head.
Lowering herself a little more, she drew in her breath sharply a
s she felt the thick bulbous head slip inside her. It felt rock
hard as it filled her delicate sheath and she could feel the throb-
bing or it as it vibrated off her moist pussy wall.
Sid lay back, his breath rattling in his throat, his cock on fire
from the teasing grazing of her ravenous pussy. He could feel the
crinkled edges of it nibbling hungrily at the head, sending spasms of
intense pleasurable sensation cavorting through him. The expert
channel of her pussy, moist and clinging, closed in greedily on the
imprisoned head, contracting.
June was slowly, oh so slowly, easing herself down on his
straining prick and suddenly he could stand it any longer and
reaching forward with his hands, grabbed her roughly by the hips
and with one savage tug, crashed her down cruelly on his rock-hard
cock, ramming his swollen prick to the hilt in the young girl's
cuntal channel.
June sobbed ... harsh, racking sobs from the brutal slamming
pressure which seemed to tipple in her tender hole. The thick cock
was buried completely inside her and the rounded resilient head
rubbed against the soft, yielding mouth of her womb.
Impatiently, Sid again grasped her by the hips and raised her
up the slippery pole of his cock, until just the tip of the head
was still enclosed in her. Then he slammed her down again, her
moistened cunt slapping against his wiry pubic hair with a wet
sloshing sound. This time, the discomfort was not so intense as
June's cunt adjusted itself to the greater access afforded by her
up top position. She began to raise herself up, gently this time,
feeling the ragged edges of her inner lips clinging to his cock
as she rose up off it and then she lowered herself down, feeling
it slip easily into her sheath, where she could feel every ridge,
every indentation of its throbbingly alive surface.
She began to sway rhythmically, moving up and down yo-yo
fashion, enjoying more and more the novelty of her fucking him.
Almost casually, she reached a hand back and began to stroke his
balls, sensing the turmoil which was beginning there.
Sid's hands began to claw at the rug, pulling tufts of thick
pile out of it. Then they reached forward and little brown nipples
oscillating. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, leaving red
welts, as his hips began a hard, upward grind, forcing his cock
deep up into her.
The tempo of her sliding up and down increased every second
until she bounced around as if she were on a trampoline and then
her hand was pumping insanely at his cock, trying to squeeze it
dry. Her whole body was vibrating violently and the pulsations
reached down into her cunt, where they pressured his near-boiling-
point penis into release. His hips battered up against hers as he
spewed his semen into her convulsing body and before he was even
finished his spasming ejaculation, the sticky hot fluid was pouring
out of her cunt and tackling down on the shaggy rug. Drained, he
lay there panting regaining the strength he knew he'd need for
the rest of the afternoon. There was still that damned French
lesson to delve into, and he'd need his energy to think straight!
But no ... May would have none of it. It was her turn now ...
* * *
Proud of her new banged hair-do, Sybil let herself in the
front door, leaving it unlocked behind her, knowing that Mr. Hansen
would be coming by soon. Her leather handbag landed with a thud on
the living room sofa, and she sauntered into the kitchen, humming
to herself, the anticipation of this afternoon's rendezvous with
her landlord foremost in her mind.
With feminine vanity, she ran her fingers through her straw-
berry blonde curls, mentally measuring how many inches Irma had
clipped off. Not too many, hoped Sybil, reveling in the feel of her
silky hair, which she knew was her best feature.
Sybil was on her way up the steps to her bedroom when she heard
a strange series of soulful groans coining from the direction of the
study. Puzzled, she walked over to the door which was standing ajar.
Sybil held her breath listening. There it was ... weird sounds like
someone in pain. Her heart thudding, she crept silently closer to
the door.
She bit back a cry when she glanced inside. Her head whirled in
disbelief at the disgusting act that was taking place in Sid's study.
Tutoring! Right ...! she thought with drawn features. For a moment
she thought she was watching strangers... but no, those hirsute but-
tocks wavering obscenely in the air could only be Sid's!
Her shocked eyes took in the lustful sight of her husband on all
fours, his head buried between the widespread thighs of a moaning
twitching dark haired girl no more than a child, whose hands were
buried in his hair, pushing his face further down into her moisture
soaked curls.
To add to her horror, Sybil caught sight for the first time, of
another pair of legs, this time stretching out obliquely from under
Sid's belly, the dark pubic hair between them plainly visible. Sybil
could even see the faint pinkish gleam of the girl's slit nestling
between the dark fringes. Shifting slightly, she could see the girl's
hips closed tightly around her husband's cock as she was sucking him
furiously, while at the same time, mechanically kneading his balls!
"I can't believe it!" she gasped, biting back the tears.
Sybil tried to shut out the horrible scene, but her eyes kept
returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the perverted sight of her
husband slavering animal-like at a woman's cunt, his big red tongue
digging again and again into her flooded young hole. She continued
to gape in disbelief, her eyes glued to the passionate writhing.
She could see the other girl, her mouth straining to swallow
the rigid penis dangling above her, her whole body twitching in
uncontrolled ecstasy.
How could he do such a thing? Her mind screamed. It would be
horrible enough if he were just making love in the ordinary way, but
this lewd act was an outrage to her!
Her first impulse was to run into the room and stop the obscene
act before it went any further, but something held her back and she
felt compelled to watch them. She wondered how that brazen young
girl could open her legs to him like that, allowing her secret
genitals to be used in such a manner. She found herself wondering
what it felt like to have a man kiss you there ... feel his tongue,
abruptly, she shut out the thought and clenched her thighs together
to dampen the strange little tingle that was starting there.
I'm as bad as they are! she thought bitterly, standing there
gaping at the disgusting sight of her husband, his face buried in
one girl's vagina and his penis being sucked to rigid hardness by
another girl, while her mouth hollowed and filled as she slavered
over the giant rod. How could she take it all in her mouth without
gagging, Sybil wondered, feeling a strange stretching sensation in
her own mouth, as if in sympathy with the young girl. She had never
seen Sid so lustful, his penis had never seemed so throbbingly
huge, and she felt slightly resentful of the girl who made it
that way.
Just then she stifled a cry as two wiry hands slipped around
and drew her backwards to him. They wormed their way up to her
breasts and pressured them lightly. Mr. Hansen! It was probably
already five o'clock. Sybil's first inclination was to push him
away. She was so utterly ashamed of the disgusting thing her
husband was doing! Just because her husband was an uncontrollable
sex maniac, did that mean she was just as licentious? The answer
seemed to be yes as the mature caresses behind her felt surprisingly
exciting on her breasts, like a kind of confidence giving massage,
bolstering her ego, as she stood there watching her husband bury
his mouth in the soft fleece-lined cunt, his tongue dipping deep
into the wet slippery channel. She could hear him making low
growling sounds in his throat as he ministered to the twitching
vagina, while the girl mewled in ecstasy.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 8...
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