Kipp Ersnack - Holiday on Vice

Ohhh, her clit was coming, but so was her cuuuunt! Lordy!

"Uhhhh!" he groaned, driving deep and fast. "Uhhhh-fuuuuck! It's gettin' offffff!"

She'd felt a prick throb in her hand, but having it spasm inside her was something else! Her flesh answered, she was sure she could feel the spurt of his semen! His heavy, goaty thrusts in her cunt filled a slutty need to be gored, impaled and fucked. At last she was having her goodies around a coming prick… Lauren shuddered, feeling envy and almost jealousy. Sure, he wanted to drop a load in the new, young pussy! He'd be a fool not to, after picking her cherry. Something went out of her feeling for Matt, though. She had thought she was special, but he was fucking Janni just as enthusiastically as he had fucked her at first.

Maybe on the way back to the cottage he had run into Janni and they had set up a date, excluding older sister; maybe the story about his meeting another girl was pure hokum; maybe he had fucked Janni up there in the trees; maybe she could no longer trust her own sister!

Anyway, he wouldn't be much good for a while. After a man his age got his nuts busted he had to rest a spell, or even take a nap. Then she would have it out with Janni.

Stella Fordham leaned back in her home office chair, dropped the detective's report on her desk and frowned. That sonofabitch of a gigolo was not content to live in luxury and have more freedom than most paid lovers enjoyed-he was stealing some of her most valued circuitry designs and selling them to Western Computers, Fordham Elec-tric's very serious competitor.

She'd made a mistake in keeping copies of new designs, developed at great cost, at home in her office safe, and somehow Matt had learned the combination. She knew he was familiar with photography; she had even built a big darkroom for him, with the most expensive and elaborate equipment, plus a small fortune in cameras.

The detective had not yet learned where Matt was stashing his loot, but that would come out, too. That dirty bastard! He had to be taught a lesson-without impairing his abilities to fire her cannon twice a month or so, when she got really horny for cock.

No one had ever given her as much wild sensual pleasure as Matt; he was simply one in a million. She even provided him with some in-house pussy! Rona Hall was a jewel, the best lez fucking Stella had ever encountered, and she liked Matt. He could have some of that as often as he wanted it. But like all virile studs, he had to have variety, something new, young and fresh.

The report on Lauren Lohman was interesting, and this weekend she had brought along her younger sister to the cottage, and of course Matt would do a good job on them. He never picked dogs; he could attract the very best stuff.

She was probably crazy for involving herself in business at all. She certainly didn't need the money. But she liked to keep busy, and as much as she loved sex, nobody could fuck all the time. Travel didn't interest her as it once had. At forty-two she still had her figure, her looks, and she used every natural method available to stay young and sexy.

Her stepfather had cured her of ever considering men as persons to trust and love. That old fucker had caught her masturbating at the age of twelve and, by threatening to tell her very strict mother about it, he had forced Stella into a strange kind of sex with him. He had never fucked her, but he had used her body to excite himself, and after eating her and slobbering around on her, he had her finish him by sucking his prick, taking the semen up in her mouth. God, how she had hated that monster!

So, during college and later as a showgirl and model, she had turned to girls, and she had been enjoying pussy ever since. Only two men had ever got a cock in her-her late and very rich husband, and Matt. Somehow he symbolized what her life could have been.

But he was basically shallow and spineless, an ideal paid lover. He hardly ever drank-he was a kind of health nut like herself. He always told her that good sex required a strong, well-kept body. He was socially smooth, and expert at teasing some of Stella's women friends, letting them know that she was superior in bed. He was great ego-fodder.

Stella knew some of her closest women friends had tried to take him away from her, everything being equal in sex and war. And he had never played any of them. He liked the young stuff, naturally. He had lots of freedom to find it. No, she wouldn't really hurt him, but he had to be taught that stealing from her was a no-no.

Suddenly she smiled. She had the perfect solution! She felt so good about her idea she decided to celebrate with a little Saturday afternoon fucking. She hugged her cunt mound, left her downstairs office, climbed the curved stairway, walked along the hall and tapped on Rona Hall's bedroom door. "Come in!" Rona said brightly.

Stella entered, smiling, and locked the door behind her. She wore shorts and halter, she'd been outside earlier, checking up on what the Japanese gardener and his crew had been doing to her favorite flower gardens.

Rona looked up from the vanity, where she sat in a bright red negligee. What a bod! What a pair of high, hard tits! She had been featured in a foldout in Players not long before-she was sex personified. She was almost as tall as Stella, who was six feet in heels, and her beautiful legs were 'a mile' long.

Rona was twenty-five. She had a degree in teaching from UCLA and was smart as a whip-but she certainly couldn't make the kind of money Stella paid her out there in the jungle of Los Angeles. She did not want to be in show biz. She called herself half and half in the sex department, although Stella believed her social secretary really preferred cock to pussy.

Nevertheless, she was exciting as hell. No girl had ever banged Stella as hard as Rona could. A delight to the eyes and the senses. Eventually she hoped to marry some very rich whitey. Right now her bod belonged to Stella.

Matt stroked in Janni's cunt until he was satisfied, and drew his shrinking cock from her puffed-out, drippy box. As usual after he went off, pussy never looked quite as appealing as before, and a streak of meanness came out in him, if he let it. Lauren, spread out on the bed now, watched as he turned from Janni and wiped his cock with a towel.

"Was it'fun, stud?" Lauren cooed, her thighs wide apart, her swollen cunt there for him when he wanted it.

"Yeah," he said. He dropped into a chair as Janni lifted her tits from the vanity top, and wobbled to the bed. She flopped down beside her sister, acting pooped. Anyway, he had stopped her silly giggling.

"Jeeeese, that was goooood!" she said. Lauren handed her a towel and she wiped her cunt, looking at the streaks of his jism. "Sure is a lot of it!" "Does it still itch?" he asked, grinning. "Well, sure-sort of. But you look out of it."

"Crawl over and work off the itch on your sister," he suggested. "She wants more fucking." "Now; Matt-I told you!" Lauren protested. "Ah, shit. Do it."

Janni sat up, staring down at older sister. "Honey, we could at least try it!"

"You watch each other get off on your fingers, so what's the big deal?" he chuckled.

Janni laughed, tossed the towel on the floor and crawled over between Lauren's thighs. "He's right, you know. We're just kidding ourselves. I want to screw you."

"You fox!" Lauren breathed, but she didn't push her sister away. "You'd do anything he asked!"

Lauren knew it was more than pleasing him, and as her tender cunt met that of her pretty sister, it was like it had been preordained, that both were waiting for an excuse to make it happen! Nothing had ever been like it, the sweet cloying press of girl flesh on girl flesh.

"Ohhh, honey!" Janni breathed, hunching. "It's beautiful!"

"Yessss!" Lauren whispered, arching her cunt upward. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me goooood!"