Kipp Ersnack - Holiday on Vice

All their years of togetherness, sharing secrets and hiding nothing, were telescoped into this glorious moment of total living. They'd been kidding themselves for too long! Matt had brought it all into vivid focus.

Janni's slow, sensuous strokes, knifing thrills all through Lauren's body, were creating the same emotions in Janni-in a way that maybe no man could ever understand. The prick wasn't pumping in either pussy, but it was more than that; it was the most wonderful sharing they had ever experienced.

They were going to come together, their clits would throb at the same luscious instant, and both knew it. No more words were needed, it was simply too lovely. They were involved in their mutual delight, and their lives would never be the same again. Oh, they could have this any time they craved it…

Matt smiled, feeling his cock start to harden. Nothing stirred him like watching two sex-hungry cunts going for the goodies. At various times in his travels he had seen all kinds of lesbian combinations-sisters, cousins, friends, as well as mothers and daughters. If it was fun, why the hell not? Oriental and island women did not believe in being sexually frustrated; there were too many pleasant ways to relieve the tension, and what was wrong and right in the East was not necessarily wrong and right in the West.

"Ohhh!" the girls gasped, almost in unison. Janni's ass whipped faster. He could hear the sticky mush of their cunts lightly slapping together as the bed jiggled its erotic dance. They weren't prolonging the fun, teasing with little pauses; they were going for broke.

Their faces contorted, Janni fucked very swiftly, and as they hit the peak they squealed together. Now they were writhing like snakes, pounding up, thrusting down, whimpering their joy, gasping for air. His prick was up as hard as a fucking pine pole.

They were going to get all the prick they needed this day, Any time he started losing his hard-on, he'd have the sisters fuck each other again. Yeahhhhh,

"So you're not really interested in a man who screws for a living," Matt said, glancing around the living room of Linda Field's apartment.

She flushed and looked away. "I didn't say that!"

It was Wednesday evening. He had called her earlier to say that he had a very important piece of microfilm to hand her, and to ask if she had the money. She had said that she did.

Monday evening he had struck gold. Rona and Stella had gone to a concert. He had opened the safe and found a large manila envelope marked Top Secret in big red letters. He had dug out his Minox, taken pix of the five blueprints inside, returned the envelope and relocked the safe. . Tuesday morning he had called his contact at Western Computers and said he had a big one. The

price was a hundred grand. Much more than they had been used to forking over. But when Matt had called two hours later, the man had said it was okay. But that it had better be good.

Matt had then requested that the exchange be made Wednesday evening, and asked that Linda close the deal. A call an hour later had indicated this was agreeable, too. So here he was in her apartment, ready to do business.

"Well, relax," he grinned, resting comfortably on her sofa. She wore dressy black pants, a white blouse that shaped her tits attractively, and her dark hair was loose and wavy around her face. She was all made up, too. She sat in a chair across from him, long legs crossed.

"Why did you ask for me? I just substituted on Saturday."

"I like to look at a good-looking filly," he smiled. "Business should be a pleasure."

"Doesn't it bother you a little, stealing from your wife's company?"

"Hell, that electronics company of hers is just a plaything." He opened his legs so she could see his outfit in his tight trousers. "She's loaded. I'm sure you know all about her."

"That's part of my work," she said, glancing away. "Uh-would you like a drink?"

"I drink very little, but with you, okay, Linda." He stared at her tits and she flushed again. "Scotch and water."

She shot out of the chair, wiggled into her kitchen. She wanted a fuck, all right, but as usual she would go through the old la-de-dah shit-she wanted to 'know' him better before spreading out for cock. Hell, she probably already had a file on him a half-inch thick. Industrial espionage had its little rules.

Linda's fingers shook as she forked ice into two glasses. When her superiors had told her she would make the transfer she had felt a thrill in the clit. When he had unzipped his pants and displayed his monster of a prick… that animall The vision of it still burned in her thoughts. And hadn't she rushed home afterward and fondled herself into several stinging, deep climaxes? Her panties already were turning damp. She had been turned on ever since she had reached home, knowing he would be here.

A world traveler, a rake who had been servicing women for fees probably since his teens, a no-good bastard through and through, and when she looked at him she turned to water! For her age, Stella Fordham was a very attractive woman, and he had been fucking her in more than one way for almost a year. And he was old enough to be Linda's father! The whole idea was just obscene, but she was trapped by her own desires.

She wanted to be successful, too. Already she was assistant to the vice-president at Western Computers. She could move up. She hoped to own one of those slick new houses builders were designing for singles, not too far from a beach. Lots of very handsome hunks lurked at the better swim spots. She brought the drinks into the living room, placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, 56 and sat at his left. As he reached for his highball he peeked down inside her blouse. His nearness was like he was already touching her. There was an aura of overpowering maleness about him that reached her cunt and breasts.

"Do you like sports?" she asked, her voice tremulous.

"Bedroom kind," he grinned. "You want to pay me for the negatives now, or later." "Uh-later," she giggled.

He barely touched his drink. He put it down and unzipped his pants. In seconds his prick was showing, and it looked even larger than before!

"Jesus, you beast!" she cried, rattling her glass back on the coffee table. She knew her face was flaming.

"You know you want to hold it, so go ahead," he smiled, as if he was showing the back of his hand. "Oh! Is this how you hooked Stella Fordham?"

"Sure, and a few other tricks. You want to play house, so let's cut through the shit and get down to it."

She gasped, knowing she should make the deal and order him out of her apartment, but when his left arm slid across her shoulders, and his right hand began opening her blouse, she shuddered- and her right hand went to that stiffening huge dark cock. Her rich fantasy was now reality!

His mouth was suddenly on her eager, opening lips, his hand crept in on her bra-less tits, and her fingers tightened around his hot, rigid monster of a cock. God, oh God! Her thighs spread, her hips curled upward, she was shivering like a hot bride about to get her wedding-night prick.

He kissed with a kind of erotic thoroughness that told her instantly he wanted to eat her, a thing that she had hoped for from at least two of her boyfriends, but that had never transpired. She'd done a little penis-sucking, as a prelim, but the guy invariably went off sooner than usuak

Matt held her and fondled her like she was a kind of sex goddess, like she was very, very special-no wonder he earned his keep this way! It was a glorious, nerve-shattering romantic experience! Her tits felt hugel

Matt was enjoying himself. He had run into a lot of these slick, attractive career girls, and he had yet to find one who had been adequately fucked. They slept around a little, went to ski resorts or beaches or night clubs with men around their own age or a bit older, and the evening ended with a five-minute fuck that often didn't even begin to satisfy the girl. If the guy could squirt twice, she might make it once.