Polly Prudence: Sharing Lovers

"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 invite Lana in for a nice threesome, huh?"

Mari shuddered. Ever since that little girlish exchange on the patio between Tamra and Lana, this thought had wiggled into the back of her mind. It was the kind of thing Tamra would think of because they could almost read each other's thoughts. In their old high class neighborhood in 'Frisco, Tamra had scandalized their parents by making it with a young mulatto maid; Anne had caught her at it, and the mother had been able to tell them apart.

But this, on top of being tied to the bed, was just too much!

"Don't you dare!" Mari protested. "What we do is bad enough… "

Tamra laughed. "Okay, but I really dig that chick."

I'll get her off a couple of times, and then have a talk with Lana, Tamra thought. While I'm visiting here I want to have some FUN, get some new pussy. I can twist Mari around my little finger.

Tamra crawled forward until she had her knees between Mari's legs, the old lust for her sister sweeping deliciously through her bod. Karyn, her steady piece and apartment mate, had been indisposed for a few days, and Tamra had a terrific hard-on. Karyn would expect a good fuck when Tamra returned to 'Frisco, but now Mari would be doing that job.

"Come on, do something, honey," Marl breathed, tipping her pantied cunt upward. A wave of pussy fragrance hurled jagged knives of passion along Tamra's thighs, up to her tensing clit point. Those beautiful, coned titties with the delicate, wide, pink aureole, the ripe, red, long nipples standing up stiffly, drew Tamra's eager lips downward.

Her tongue coiled around the tumid spire of Mari's right breast, and she slowly sucked the nipple up into her hungry mouth. Ohhhhhh, wonderful! Mari's shiver of response, the arch of her boobies upward, her quick intake of breath, was Tamra's reward.

"Ohhhhh, that's dreamy!" Mari breathed, her beautiful ass squirming.

"Does Steve give you enough tittie play, sweet?" Tamra murmured around the dainty peak of girl flesh.

"Nooooo!" Man gasped. "It's been, so long, honey!"

"I know, baby," Tamra whispered, lowering her hips and brushing her cunt lightly across her sister's up-curved crotch. Somehow the sheer, silky slide of panty-covered cunts excited Tamra almost as much as flesh-on-flesh. Those earlier years when they had enjoyed each other came rushing back like a perfumed cloud, enveloping them in an erotic mist.

Gently she increased the pressure and began to hunch, their juices mingling delectably. She sucked the dainty nipple, easing it in and out of her lips, watching the expression of rapt involvement on Mari's pretty features. In spite of the ropes, Mari up hunched with agile knowingness. Old home week was getting off to a beautiful start!

Tamra had tried the bondage thing with Karyn a couple of times, and the young, sexy brunette with the fine big titties and hot, clinging mouth had blown her mind! Some chicks really went for the plan of being assaulted. Tamra did not want to be tied down herself; she took the role of the attacker.

"OHH, oh, ohhhhh!" Mari gasped, her thighs quivering, her nipples stiffening even more. The ropes tautened. Mari wanted to be more active.

Shaking with lust, Tamra eased backward, sat on her heels and caught her fingers in the band of her sister's bikini panties. She yanked, ripping the thin fabric. In seconds the sweet, bare, blonde-bordered cunt, like a flower unfolded for the bee sting of pollination, was exposed for Tamra's hungry eyes.

Mari watched, fascinated, as Tamra wiggled out of her own panties, tossing them on the floor. She stared down at Mari's dainty, flushed cunt, the sweet, pink spike of her sex peeking from the slickened labia. Juice leaked down to her anus, and Tamra felt her own wetness seeping from her cunt.

"Ohhh, that's a pretty cunt!" Tamra breathed, her tongue so hard she could barely talk. In their earlier sisterly experiments they had been reluctant to eat each other, but three years had taught Tamra a whole lot about oral sex. And she had to show Mari how much she had learned!

"Don't just look at it, honey-get me off!" Man breathed, tipping her crotch higher. The sweet, rosy, cunt opening fluttered, muscles rippled in her spread-open thighs, her flat belly heaved. Beautiful!

"I tied you down so I could tease the shit out of you," Tamra giggled. "When you come you're gonna blow your mind, honey."

Mari was in a frenzy of want. Her nerves screamed for sweet, pounding relief! During the second year of her marriage, after the "new" had worn off for Steve, she had read a very modern book about sex enjoyment by a woman who had done almost as much research as Masters and Johnson. For the first time she had actually explored her whole cunt area; she had started "dragging out" her thrills, "discovering" her urethra and anus, and sometimes working on her body for half an hour before the first violent orgasm. Sweeeeeet shiiiiit!

She had not shared this Ultimate knowledge, even with her twin sister, but it was obvious that Tamra probably knew more about cunt than even books could tell. She had used other girls. She was a walking, living, beautiful laboratory of what made a pussy tick!

If her boyfriend, Don Strong, were as good as Tamra claimed, she could surely blow her goodies around his sliding prick, too. And that was something Mari simply could not manage. Her inner cunt just didn't respond to cock pumps! She pretended to come with Steve-it pleased his ego. She was not alone, either. According to the experts, even so-called "liberated" dames failed to climax with their husbands, hundreds of thousands of them! What a shitty situation.

Either American men were lousy lovers and cocks-men, or American broads were too inhibited to learn how to fuck. They traded their cunts for security. Well, she and Tamra did not need security-and maybe because Steve was really just an extravagant, handsome, golf-playing gigolo was why she could not really turn on big with him.

I'm going to have fun while I'm still young and curvy! Mari thought. Sure, I'll trade places with her! I'm sick of using vibrators and my hands on my cunt and tits and all the other sexy zones. I'll dump Steve and find a guy who knows HOW to bang my pistol!

Right now, though, Tamra was turning the scene into almost torture. There was more slack in the soft rope. She was sure she could break free with several hard tugs and kicks, but somehow she liked this being the victim. It was somewhat like one of her favorite sex fantasies, wherein she was strapped down to a bed and about five sexy girls took turns fucking her! Once in a while a man was tossed hi, but she sucked his prick instead of taking it up in her cunt. Funnnnnn! The only thing was, she had never tried fellatio; Steve didn't like it. He was hung up on cunt.

As Tamra lowered her shoulders, her tongue restless between her bright red lips, Mari was sure she was going to get eaten, but suddenly Tamra was bringing her right breast in against Man's pussy!

"Ever have a nipple on your clit, sweetie?" Tamra breathed, somehow finding room to push the sharp peak of her tittie between Marl's tender, itching labia.

"Ohhhhhh, hell-noooo!" Marl gasped. At the same time Tamra's right hand was fondling Marl's anal opening! She was sensitive there. A few times she had slipped a finger in her rectal entrance while she used her other hand on her clit and urethra. The resulting orgasms were utterly delicious!