Polly Prudence: Sharing Lovers

"You look as sexy as ever, honey," Tamra Walton smiled, gazing fondly at her identical twin, blonde sister, Mari.

"I could say the same for you," Mari laughed, uncrossing her bare, shapely legs, taking a sip of the martini the Lansings' maid had just served on the en-closed patio. Both girls wore snug shorts and halters, and Tamra felt an old, familiar tingle in her clit at the alluring view of her sister's crotch, the line of her crevice showing clearly beneath the bright-blue shorts. Her firm, shapely tits strained at the matching halter that revealed the V between them. Her nipples stood out cleanly, her long blonde mane caressed her shoulders.

"In fact, you look good enough to eat," Tamra giggled, flicking her tongue between her lips.

A faint flush touched Man's cheeks. "Stop that! We said we were going to knock that stuff off-remember?"

"Oh, shit," Tamra smiled. "Just because we're older now and you got married doesn't mean we can't have a little fun… "

Tamra knew she had scored, though. It was all too obvious that Steve Lansing was not doing the job right on Mari. What a shame, too-all those sweet goodies practically going to waste. Or maybe she had something going on the side.

Tamra had not come to visit her lovely sister just to make conversation. The twins were very fortunate; they had inherited piles of property and money from their wealthy father, who had made it in the shipping business at San Francisco before both of their parents had been wiped out in an airline crash three years before. The trust department of a big bank in 'Frisco was handling their separate estates.

They had sold the big home mansion, Mari had gotten married and moved to Reno, and Tamra had taken a posh apartment in 'Frisco, where she lived the good life, unattached and free as a Pacific breeze. Tamra could not fathom why Mari had gotten hitched. Steve was handsome enough, but had hardly a penny of his own; he worked hi a casino in Reno. That money could buy all the prick or hot pussy any girl could want!

Tamra still enjoyed thinking about the time she had sneaked up to Mart's room, when both had been fourteen, and caught Mari playing with her cunt. Far out! Not that Tamra neglected her own pussy; she had discovered what going off was at the tender age of eleven after reading a dirty book about a young chick who "found" her clitoris and teased it to a roaring climax.

Well, after the twins admitted they used their hands for kicks, they agreed they might as well do it together so they could watch and enjoy. A few weeks later they were rubbing cunts…

They had called it kid stuff; they were sure they would outgrow their interest in pussy, especially after they began dating guys. That it was incest did not bug them as much as the fact that they liked what they could do for one another. Even then the sister attachment continued; the double-dates were the only kind they would go out on, and of course they often dressed exactly alike and switched studs, an old, identical twin go-around.

They were twenty-four now, and Tamra considered herself very sophisticated. Although she occasionally let some particularly handsome guy fuck her, she had yet to get her gun off around a pumping cock. Her thing was pussy, and she had plenty of that; it was everywhere, ready for plucking. In fact, the whole male-ego syndrome irked her ass; cute, sexy girls were much more fun.

"I think we'd better talk about something else," Mari said, breaking hi on Tamra's thoughts. "This is Friday, and Steve will want some… "

"Don't come on with that goody-two-shoes bit, sweetie," Tamra laughed. "Do you get your cookies with him?"

"That's-personal!" Mari exclaimed, flushing.

"Hell, that tells me the truth," Tamra giggled, writing her ass hi the padded deck chair. "We're two peas hi a pod. Haven't you had any pussy since we fucked last time?"

"Oh, you're filthy!" Mari protested. 'Tin trying to be normal, and-"

Suddenly the Lansing maid, Lana Wong, wiggled out of the house with two fresh martinis. Lana was from Hawaii, an obvious and delightful blend of Chinese, Polynesian and a few other races, and she really had it. She was as tall as the twins, younger, with sensational legs and ass, a pair of tits that just begged for fondling. In the short-skirted maid's uniform, black with white trim, her pale chocolate chassis gave Tamra a delicious tingle.

"I still don't know which of you is which!" Lana exclaimed, gazing from one blonde twin to the other. Her thick, small mouth had a delicious pout.

"I'm the one with the hard-on, honey," Tamra laughed boldly. "Every time I see that pretty ass twitch."

Marl gasped, but Lana did not bat an eye. "I hear those 'Frisco chicks are real swingers."

"I'm one, honey," Tamra giggled, feeling the gin. "I'm here trying to liberate my sister-I don't think she's getting much fun out of life."

Lana winked and picked up the empty cocktail glasses. She turned her head so Mari could not see her face and let her tongue flirt between her sensual, out-turned lips. Tamra felt a hot, sweet blade in her cunt. Right on! This chickie from the Islands.was no square. As she walked away, her beautiful butt seemed to sway a bit more suggestively.

"You been getting some of that, huh?" Tamra smiled.

"Damn it, no!" Mari said, shaking her head. "Is pussy all you think about?"

"When I'm around sexy broads like you two," Tamra laughed. "Look, we can talk about her later. I got this big idea the other day-about two dames who traded places and lives. It would be easy for us; nobody would ever know the diff! If we didn't like it, we could switch back."

Mari Lansing felt a shock. On top of remembering the last time she and Tamra had enjoyed a delicious fuck, just before her marriage to Steve, she was feeling those sweet vibes again; her clit was stinging between her labia, her nipples were erecting.

I've been trying to go straight, and the minute she shows up I want some of that again! Mari thought. I do like Steve, even though I had to "buy" him, even though I can't come with his prick! He doesn't mind nibbling and eating me to a climax. Now she wants to get into his pants!

"You mean you'd move in here and I'd go stay at your apartment?" Mari said, feeling tingles of excitement in spite of herself. She was getting bored. She had few friends around Reno except for Johnnie and Earl Sanders, who lived next door. Johnnie was extremely attractive, a former showgirl at Las Vegas before Earl had married her. Earl, twice Johnnie's age, owned two minor casinos in Reno and a wad of expensive real estate at Tahoe.

"Right on, honey," Tamra laughed. "Wouldn't you like to get some strange prick? Might be real fun-like we used to trade dates years ago."

"But-people we know would guess the truth," Mari protested weakly.

"So what?" Tamra giggled, letting her beautiful thighs open wide, arching her breasts forward suggestively. "I bet I could fool everyone you know." She winked. "You'd go for Don Strong, my steady boyfriend. He really knows how to bring the best out of a hot girl's bod, honey."

Mari shivered. "Well, let me think about it a while."

Tamra knew she had her sister talked into it. She would have to call Don and explain a few things-if he were still available. She had not let him hi her panties for nearly a month; he knew she preferred pussy, but they had fun when they went out for an evening. Karyn Nelson, Tamra's steady piece, would have to be informed, too. But all those details would smooth right out…

Tamra finished her second martini, left her chair and caught her sister's hand. "Come on inside, honey. I want to show you something."

"Now, I told you-" Man began, but she moved upright, and it was obvious she was just as turned on as Tamra. With Steve around the previous evening and that morning, the girls had had no real opportunity to be alone together. Apparently he had not fucked Marl the night before.