Ron Taylor: Nympho sisters next door

Thalia eased the slip down over her head, and Dwayne guided it into place. He couldn't resist a patting caress of her firm round tits. Her nipples were still hard. Her face was flushed from sex, and she looked ten years younger.

Thalia was a hell of an attractive lady, he decided, and he was glad he'd fucked her. He looked forward to fucking her again.

"Who knows," she went on, "I might even come over to Jo's house and throw myself at you sometime."

Dwayne grinned. "Wouldn't she get suspicious?"

"Not really," Thalia said. "I mean, I live next door. Didn't she mention that?"

No, Dwayne thought, Joanna hadn't mentioned that at all. Christ! Thalia was the neighbor in the next house? That meant she was the mother of that nutty little nympho he'd balled yesterday! And the mother of that hot number he'd watched last night, too!

Dwayne smiled. It could be a very interesting summer…

Belinda Parsons looked out the window and her blue eyes began to sparkle. Jesus! There he was! The guy who had fucked her kid sister yesterday.

This was her first good look at Dwayne and she really liked what she saw. She knew he'd watched her last night, but he'd been in the shadows and she hadn't really seen him.

The squirt had been sent out to do whatever little airheads amused themselves with these days. Mom was going to be late – she was shopping, with Joanna Murphy – and that meant, Belinda had a clear field.

She took a deep breath, checked her makeup in the mirror, and went out onto the front porch.

Dwayne was just going up the front steps of Joanna's house.

Belinda leaned across the porch banister. "Hey, dude!"

He topped short, and he smiled.

Belinda's pussy began to drip into her bikini panties.

When she invited him into the house, they both knew what she was after. Two minutes later they were making out on the couch in the living room. Belinda's skirt was up to her waist and he had both hands inside her blouse, massaging the big juicy mounds of her tits.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he purred between moist pecking kisses. His fingers stroked the pink points of her nipples, and the buds quivered responsively. Shit, all of Belinda was quivering!

She couldn't get over it. Everything the squirt had said was true, for Christ's sake! This guy wasn't all that great-looking, and at five-nine, he was barely an inch taller than Belinda. She'd be embarrassed to go out with him if she were in her spike heels. But there was something in his eyes, and when he put his hands on her tits, he was touching her expertly.

No wonder he'd gotten the squirt into the sack in five minutes. But then, almost anybody could get Chloe's pants off. Belinda herself could do it with the crook of a finger.

She reached down into Dwayne's lap and felt the bulging presence of his cock.

"Mmmm, baby," she murmured. "I think you have something I need down there…"

She stood up, dancing just out of his reach, giggling, ready to peel. She loved to take her clothes off in front of a guy, to see the facial reactions as her delicious body went on display. Dwayne had already seen her last night – they'd shared that secret coming through the front door – but it was from a distance. Now he was gonna get the full treatment. In throbbing close-up.

She'd finished work at Regal Burger early, bribing another girl to take her shift, so at least she wasn't wearing the dip shit jump suit required on the job. She was in a sexy blouse, sheer enough to show off her bra, and a mini that flattered her sensuous legs. From the look on Dwayne's face, she was sure he approved.

Still dancing, she wriggled out of the skirt, dropping it down her legs and kicking her feet free. She took off her blouse, too, and she smoothed her hands across the bulge of her tits, which swung free and loose beneath a lacy mini slip. Dwayne had already felt her up, but he hadn't seen her tits bare yet – at least, not close-up. She decided to make him wait just a little longer.

She turned around, flipping up the slip and rolling her ass at him. Her panties were tiny, barely covering her ass-crack, and they were so sheer he could have seen a pimple on her ass.

She stroked her asscheeks, then reached underneath herself and caressed the crotch of her panties. Straightening, Belinda turned, holding the slip up just long enough for Dwayne to see the gold of her pussy hair, which was showing through the front of her filmy underpants. She let the slip drop back down and she danced away from him, to the far side of the room.

She leaned back against the wall, by the TV, and she swayed, her eyes closed, her mind already anticipating what was going to happen. She couldn't get over this guy. There was just something about him that made her cunt ooze with excitement, that made her ovaries throb with the knowledge that she was going to fuck him deaf, dumb, and blind.

Belinda reached up under the slip, and she eased her panties downward. The hem of the slip kept her pussy more or less under wraps, for the moment. His eyes were eating her up.

She hoped his mouth had the same intention. He was on the sofa, watching her, nodding in approval. He already had his cock out of his pants. His prick protruded upward, stiff and impressive. She wasn't a size queen, but she knew he had a big one, probably the biggest she'd ever seen in the flesh, and her mouth began to water.

Chloe had described his cock as a large zucchini. It wasn't that big, but it was large, and it was hard, and Belinda wanted it. And she wanted it sooooo bad!

She flipped her slip upward, flashing her pussy at him for a brief moment.

His brown eyes sparkled, and he licked his lips.

She dropped the slip again and turned, casing a strap down over one shoulder. When she rotated toward Dwayne again, one tit was bare. She bounced it in her hand, pointed the nipple at him. She squeezed her tit.

He stood up, his prick extended nine inches from his loosened jeans. Belinda lowered her other shoulder strap, baring her left tit.

Dwayne came toward her, his prick throbbing.

Belinda wiggled away from him. She wanted it, but she didn't want him to think she was that easy. Let him work a few moments longer. He'd appreciate it that much more. "Chloe tells me you're working at the university," she said. "How do you like it there?"

"It's not bad. Why don't you come a little closer and I'll show you what I did on the job today?"

"I'm sure!" Belinda giggled. "Like, do they have a fuck-break now?"

He got her by the waist and pulled her to him, and she knew it was time to stop playing and start fucking.

She stood still while he pulled her slip upward, off her body, and she stood naked in front of him, wearing only her thigh-high stockings. His hands moved up and down her body, testing the bared contours of her tits, the firm smoothness of her belly, the swelling curves of her hips.

He rubbed his hand up and down the bun-like swell of her pussy, fingers sliding through her muff of dull gold hair.

Belinda sighed and rubbed her cunt on his hand.

"Are all of you Parsons women natural blondes?" he asked.

Belinda beamed and nodded. His knuckles were tickling her cunt gash and she was leaking cunt-ooze like a cracked pipe.

She encircled the base of Dwayne's prick, and she stroked up and down.

She kept hitting herself in the mouth with her hand, but she didn't give a fuck about that. She could feel his bulbous cock-knob expanding, enlarging, and she knew he was about to fill her mouth with the sticky hot squirt of his lust!

"Ahhhhh!" Belinda gasped as his jizz began to pour across her lapping tongue.

She tightened her fist and milked him dry, guzzling down every drop of Dwayne's sperm. Her mouth tightened around his cockhead, and she sucked hard.