Ron Taylor: Nympho sisters next door

She turned over and curled up into a fetal ball, but she could not find the relief she sought in sleep. Her hand began to creep between her legs, stroking her cunt from beneath as she huddled with her knees drawn up – just as she'd done the other night, just as she'd done a couple of times a day ever since.

At least she had the grace to blush as her pussy opened for the caress of her fingers, as her clit began to bud and grow under the stimulation. There was a burgeoning warmth deep inside her pussy, and she knew she was going to jerk off one more time, remembering what she had seen.

She straightened out, puffing her nightie up with one hand, running the other across her aching tits.

Joanna could hardly believe the feelings inside her. As a young girl, she'd had strange attractions and sensations, which she had carefully repressed because they seemed so nasty. As a mature woman, she'd lived out her fantasies a time or three, never satisfactorily, but never any less satisfactory than her relationships with men.

She was a dud at sex, except when it came to jerking off, she thought bitterly, and now she was fantasizing about a young girl who would probably be horrified at the very idea of touching another female body. She felt like a pervert, but she was unbearably aroused.

"Damn it, I'm alone in the house, finally I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

She reached into the nightstand drawer and came out with her vibrator. A test showed that the batteries were in fine shape. She slid her panties down. With Dwayne around, she hadn't been able to make much use of her comforting toy, but she'd make up for it tonight!

Joanna stroked her bared nipples with the buzzing vibrator, watching them erect in quivery spurts and shudders. Her hand was down between her legs, pawing her cunt. Her inner cuntlips were itchy with lust, and she stroked them repeatedly while she teased her tits with the vibrator. Slowly she began to move the sex toy down her stomach, toward the upper edge of her pussy bush.

She knew she wasn't a beauty. Her face was only passable, her body just so-so. She wasn't overweight or rail-skinny, but she would never stand out in a crowd. The dildo made her feel very very special, though, and she glowed from her building arousal.

Her clit was hard, tingly-tipped, and she attacked it with the vibrator, stroking it in short passes. Her clit kept on hardening, and a milky ooze formed just within the scarlet trench of her cunt. She spread her pussylips, baring her pussyhole, and she grazed her cunt-gash with the buzzing head of the vibrator.

"Ahhhh!" she purred, writhing as the feelings got better and better.

The dildo stayed busy, her cunt opening to expose more and more of the interior to the vibration of the plastic prick. It did a better job for her than any flesh-and-meat prick she'd ever fucked, and that was for damn sure.

"Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me like Dwayne fucked that darling little Chloe!"

She straightened the vibrator, its paint already snagged within the loose moist mouth of her pussy. She gave it a vicious shove, burying three inches of the whirring dildo up her aroused pussy. The buzz trembled through her cunt. She pushed the object deeper, then pulled it out, cunt sopping wet, and used it on her clit once more.

She sat up, rising onto her knees, and she fucked herself from behind, reaching behind her ass to guide the vibrator in and out of her pussy from a new angle. She gave herself a dozen fast, furious strokes, then withdrew it again, bringing the point to bear against her constricted asshole.

Sometimes she liked to stick fingers up her ass while she played with herself. A time or two she'd even stuck the vibrator up her shithole. She worked her tight anal opening, undecided how far to go. The constant whir of the vibrator was a Goddamn persuasive argument for some whole masturbation!

As she continued to tickle her ass, she reached beneath herself and stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy. She didn't have to worry about Dwayne hearing the sound of the vibrator. She didn't have to worry about him hearing the sound of her whimpering sexual moans. It was a great night for fucking! Even for fucking herself.

She decided that her cunt needed more attention than her asshole, and she stuffed the vibrator back into her cunt-hole. It fucked better than any man she'd ever been with, and she never failed to come when she was riding her faithful friend.

She turned abruptly. What the hell was that noise? She switched off the vibrator, then pulled up her panda.

Oh, God, there it was again! She shoved the vibrator under the pillow and sat trembling in the dark, terrified. But she had to do something.

Joanna got out of bed, her heart in her throat.

She had distinctly heard the sounds of someone trying to jimmy open a window. And then a loud thumping sound.

"Ohhhh…"

The sound came from outside.

She could hear the whimper most clearly from the kitchen, despite the steady downpour of the rain. Joanna took a deep breath and opened the kitchen door, then went out onto the porch, a flashlight in her hand.

The backyard was mostly mud. She stepped into it with bare feet, grimacing.

Turning the corner of the house, she stopped short.

Chloe Parsons was lying on the ground, just below Dwayne's window. The girl looked up as the light caught her.

"I, uh…" Then Chloe lowered her gaze. She looked very very embarrassed.

Joanna took her into the house. The girl was mud from neck to ankles. She had obviously taken a hard fall, and she walked with a ginger step, rubbing at her cute little ass as if it hurt.

"I was, uh, well, uh…" Chloe stammered, avoiding Joanna's eyes.

"You were trying to get into Dwayne's room, weren't you?" Joanna challenged. "And you fell down."

Chloe blushed and nodded.

Joanna sighed. "Okay. Let's see how badly you might be hurt. And we'll try to get you cleaned up."

Chloe was wearing shorts and a thin top which clung to her apple-sized tits, accentuating the pointiness of her nipples.

Joanna tried hard not to look, but it was impossible. The rain had soaked Chloe's clothing, and it was almost glued to her lithe young body.

"Are you hun?" Joanna asked. "Should we maybe call the emergency squad?"

Chloe shook her head. "I just bumped my ass, honest, Jo! My foot slipped."

She was sitting on the toilet, while Joanna dabbed at the scratch on one thigh. The crotch of her skimpy shorts had risen high into her crack.

Joanna glanced up and saw the curls of Chloe's pussy hair showing – even the edges of her little cunt.

She sighed again. "I know what you were up to. I saw you the other night."

Chloe looked up, her blue eyes big. Her lips were soft and moist, and Joanna had to turn away lest she betray herself.

The tub was almost full.

"Okay," Joanna said. "Let's get you cleaned up now so we can tell if there's any damage. Come on, get your clothes off and into the tub."

Joanna helped Chloe up. The girl took off her top, her shorts. She had nothing on underneath. Obviously she'd been expecting some action in Dwayne's bedroom.

Close up, her body was golden and sylph-like. Her small tits were capped by pointy pink nipples, her pussy was thatched in a soft fuzz of blonde hair, her cunt-crack plainly visible amid the pale, sparse curls.

Joanna felt the most horrible need to reach out and touch the girl. She wanted to crush that soft sweet tender body against her own, drown Chloe's mouth in a hot kiss, enfold the girl with the heat of her own tits. Again and again she tried to tell herself that it was crazy, that Chloe would be horrified traumatized for life, perhaps.

Chloe stepped into the tub, momentarily exposing her pussy-crack. The inner pink glistened, and Joanna's heart leaped into her mouth.