Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

"Oh Baby, you know. You know, Baby."

Beth smiled at her twin brother. She knew. Oh yes, she knew. Beth knew how he preferred her, the position he loved her to be in when she wanted him to kiss and make love to her hot pussy.

Mrs. James interrupted. She reached down. Holding Beth's face with both hands she began to rub her wet tongue all over Beth's eyes, her nose, her chin. "Do you want me down on my hands and knees, darling? Is that how you want me when you kiss it?"

Beth kissed her full on the lips. "No," she smiled. Then she told her how: "Get down here on the rug," she said, moving away from the swivel chair in which Mrs. James was accustomed to sitting. She just loved the feel of the wood on her bare ass.

Gloria James obeyed.

"Now, get on your back and pull your knees up as high as you can," Beth instructed.

"Good," the boy on the couch called out.

"Okay," said Beth, standing and taking off her blouse and skirt, kicking off her old sandals.

"Okay, now hold your ankles with your hands and pull your legs up as tight as you can. This will open up your pussy really wide and I can kiss real deep down inside it with my tongue."

"Ohooooo, darling," Mrs. James cried out, "you make me so hot, soooooooooooo hot, when you talk like that."

"I like to make you hot, Gloria," the young girl whispered. Beth sat down on the rug. Then she lay full length with her face between Gloria's open thighs. Gently she began to blow hot air into Gloria's open slit.

The older female began to writhe and squirm on the rug. Beth blew harder and then without any warning, she pressed her warm lips against the even warmer lips of Gloria James.

Mrs. James began to whimper and then moan when she felt the young girl's eager tongue slip deep into her slit. She began to moan and cry out and make small animal noises when she felt Beth's tongue wash all over the inside of her labia.

When Beth stuck her nose deep into her hairy slit and began sniffing and blowing out, Mrs. James almost went out of her mind.

"Ohoooooooooooooo, God. Ohooooooooo, Beth! What are you dooooooooooiiiiiiiiiinnnn nngggg??!!"

Beth rubbed her nose in deeper.

"I'm doing what my brother does to me, Gloria. Do you like it?"

"Ohoooooo, God, yessssssssssss, I love it. I love it! Do it more… dooooooooooooo… iiiiiiitttt!"

Soon Beth wasn't just kissing Gloria's gorgeous cunt any more. She was sucking and licking it. She was stabbing her tongue in as deep as she could. Then she'd pull it out, only to plunge her nose back up and breath in and then snort out, this snorting driving Mrs. James wild with lust.

"Ohoooooooo, yessssss. Ohoooooooooo, yesssssssss!"

Finally, Beth wiped her slimy face all over Gloria's naked breasts, pausing to suck on her nipples or to bite them. She lick under her arms the way her twin brother licked under her own arms.

Beth began to cup Gloria's breast, the older woman still on her back, still gripping her ankles with her hands, her bottom leaping off the floor as Beth began to slap her cunt with the flat of her hand the way her brother slapped her cunt when she was hot on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

"You like when I slap it, Gloria?"

"Ohoooooooo, yessssssss. Don't ask. Don't ask!"

"It's a different kind of pussy kissing," Jeffrey said from the couch. Then he got up. He crossed over to his sister. Kneeling in front of her, gripping his penis with his right hand, his heavy testicles with his left, he offered his stiff prick.

"Gloria," said Beth, "do you want to see me take it in my mouth?"

"Ohoooooooooooo tessssssssssss," moaned the older woman.

"Gloria," Beth continued, "you've already watched Jeffy shoot his stuff all over my titties. Would you like to see him shoot all over my face and over my lips and my chin and watch his juice drip down over my titties… would you like that, Gloria?"

Gloria James' cunt exploded right at that moment! She had no time to answer the young girl. Soon her legs were thrashing, her head was swinging from side to side and her fists, now let go bf her ankles, were pounding on the rug.

"Look, quick! Look! Look! Gloria! Jeffrey s shooting all over me!"

With this, Beth guided his prick as it squirted stream after stream all over her face. Throughout, until not a drop remained in his sweet balls, she kept her eyes wide open.

So naturally did the indulgence of erotic sex come to the three of them that the fantasy appetites of each soon became overwhelming. Seldom does one find three individuals whose erotic desires mesh as in this case of Beth, her brother and Mrs. Gloria James.

While the twins were working down in the dining room under the careful supervision of the exciting redhead, Audrey, the other fraternity house waitress, learning their duties rapidly, Gloria James, upstairs in her apartment was telephoning electrician.

"Listen to me," he was telling her, "I don't see any sense in going at this deal half-ass, if you know what I mean, Gloria? Listen," he continued, excited by the plan forming in his mind. "Listen, why don't we just take the whole van?"

"He's sure to miss it, don't you think? That van's not the size of a… "

"Yeah, sure, but listen to me. I know where I can find one that looks just like it."

"You mean you'll steal it?"

"Well, not exactly, but this deal you tell me about, it's for a good cause, right?"

"It certainly is," Mrs. James assured the moonlighting electrician.

"Well, it ain't gonna be no trouble to get a van like the VW you describe. So, what we do," he went on, "is for me to pick up this van nobody's usin' and then I drive to Bill Franks. I park. I use my keys. I go in his garage. I figure out how to back the van out, right?"

"I guess so. Bosie. You seem to always know what you're doing." What Gloria James meant by this was that twice, when he was doing some locksmithing in the fraternity house, and she'd been wearing only her lavender robe, he'd had eyes for her that, had they been laser beams, they would have burned right through the lavender gown in three different places: where her lovely cunt was located and the area where her two luscious breasts were so firmly molded by the almost transparent clinging silky material. Once when she was bending over him, watching him pick a lock (the boy had lost his keys) and her gown was wide open from her neck to her waist, his eyes were like fingers curling around her naked breasts. He was breathing so deeply, so passionately every time his eager eyes would dart to her erect nipples, her own sexual desire would rise like the temperature inside a pressure cooker.

"So," Bosie was saying, "how's about it? Does my plan sound okay?"

"I'd die if you got caught."

"Look, Gloria, I ain't gonna get caught by no guy like Bill Frank. When the man's eatin', he don't hear nothin'. Nothin' 'cept his belly yellin' up to his mouth, if you get what I mean?"

So that was the plan.

The next thing Mrs. James did was go downstairs in the elevator. She popped her head into the dining room. She had to smile.

Beth was wearing a cute little white apron and the little white frilly cap the serving waitresses wore in the fraternity house. Her blouse was extra tight and her darling breasts were protruding like two large apples. For some reason, her nipples were taut, sticking out excitingly. The sight of them made Gloria James' mouth water and her own nipples tingle.

There were only half a dozen boys at the tables and they were all studying from books alongside their plate. Gloria James didn't see Jeffrey. Probably he was in the kitchen doing something else. She passed on.

In the backyard, she circled around the gardener's shack until she came to the garage. Using her key, she opened the door. To her delight it was empty.