"Ohhhhh! Oh, baby, it's so goooooood!" Karen shouted joyously as her cunt spasmed into orbit around her baby sister's flying finger.
A searing wash of pussy juice splashed against Wanda's hand just as Terry's second huge gush of cock pudding shot into the air and landed squarely in the middle of the younger sister's trembling tummy. A white hot flash of cum sensation wrenched its way though Wanda's cunny as the male and female outpourings spattered against her flesh.
Terry howled with ecstasy as he saw the girl begin to tremble with another orgasm, just like her big sister. Again and again, his thudding cock spurted the white, sticky paste. Karen was moaning and pumping the juicing dick for all she was worth. Hot gushes of cum jellied onto Wanda's tits and completely covered Karen's large mounds. Cum ran onto their bellies and pooled in their pussy fur.
At last, Terry gave a sigh of contentment and pulled his now limp dong out of the older sister's still jerking hand. He shook his head in wonder at the amount of jism his balls had produced and melted back weakly onto the blanket, totally satisfied and spent.
"Mmmmmmm, shame to let this go to waste!" Wanda cooed, indicating the shimmery slime coating her sister's big jugs and flat tummy.
Wordlessly, the raven haired girl licked the cooling jizz from Karen's titties and stomach. Wanda's tongue caressed her sister's firm flesh until it shined clean and fresh.
"Turnabout is fair play, darlin'!" Karen smiled, her tongue licking hotly at Wanda's solid mounds.
"Ooooooh, we must do this again sometime!" Wanda sighed as Karen's mouth licked away the last of the gluey spunk from her sparse pussy curls.
"I think you can count on that, Sis!" Karen drawled, a hot promise in her eyes. "But right now, we'd best get poor Jason out of that store room and get on our way!"
"Right!" Wanda said, a little sad that they couldn't take the time right now to explore each other's bodies a bit further.
"Stay another hour and we'll give you the whole fuckin' station!" Tom blurted breathlessly, nearly hard again from the show the girls had put on with their tongues.
"Ha, I bet you would, sugar, but I think we've done pressed our luck far enough now!" Karen giggled, getting up and starting to get dressed.
At that moment, the bell rang indicating a car had driven up. Grinning sheepishly, Tom stuffed his cock back into his pants and hitched them up. He ran out front to wait on the customer.
"I guess you're right, but I sure hate to see you go!" Terry smiled at the two sisters as they dressed.
"We hate to go too," Wanda returned his smile and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
CHAPTER NINE
They sold a tire in Phoenix and one just as they were entering the Imperial Valley in California. Wanda watched as Jason and Karen haggled expertly with the farmer who bought the second tire, receiving more than enough money for a meal far the three of them and gas to take them right into the middle of the teeming metropolis – Los Angeles!
A few hours later, the two Southern girls squealed with delight as Jason drove past the L.A. City limits sign. They passed all sorts of freeway off ramps leading into towns Wanda and Karen had never heard of, like Norwalk and Tarzana, but they finally came to one the whole world knew. When Jason nosed the car down off the freeway at the Hollywood exit, Wanda's heart skipped a beat.
Jason drove down the Sunset Strip, just to let the gawking girls see it, then headed for Beverly Hills. The two sisters grew quietly awed as their old Buick climbed though the manicured lawn opulence of the California showplace community. Their driver casually pointed out estates that were half the size of the girls' hometown which belonged to some of their favorite television and movie stars.
"And this," said Jason with a sly smile, "is where we're headed!"
"Oh!" the girls gasped in unison.
Jason had turned in front of a sweeping driveway leading past two huge open wrought iron gates. The old car was as out of place motoring up the drive to the fabulous Spanish style mansion as a wino at a black-tie dinner.
"What are you doing?" Wanda shouted at Jason, voicing the fear both she and Karen were sharing at that moment.
"Yeah, we don't belong here!" Karen whispered heatedly, as if someone on the secluded, meticulously kept estate could hear her every word. "Let's get the hell out of here before the owners throw us out!"
Jason parked the shoddy Buick right in front of the tile steps leading to the massive double front doors. He grinned at the two girls and got out.
"Ladies, the owner is here!" he told them proudly, pointing at himself.
Karen and Wanda looked at each other, then back at their suddenly insane friend and protector. Jason started up the steps as if he really did own the fantastic mansion and pounds. The girls reacted as he reached the front door and pounded on it, jumping out of the car in unison to try and grab their friend and get him away from the door before someone opened it.
"Jason, come on! This has gone far enough!" Karen hissed in Jason's ear as the two girls joined him on the top step.
At that moment, the door opened. The most English looking butler the sisters had ever seen, even in the movies, stood in the foyer looking the trio over critically.
"Ah, Mister Jason!" the butler said in a clipped British accent that might have made David Niven jealous. "How marvelous! You've returned from your travels!"
The butler stepped back and held the door open with a dignity that made Wanda's knees tremble. Jason led them into the magnificent house, swaggering a little as he motioned for them to follow.
"Two guests – of indeterminate length, as far as their stay goes – East Wing, right next to my bedroom suite, I think, Markley. Ah, God, it's good to be home!" Jason sighed.
"Very good, Sir!" Markley told his master. "It's very fine, having you home, Sir. This way, ladies, I'll show you to your quarters."
Too numb with shock to say anything, the two sisters followed the dark suited Englishman up the winding spiral stair to the two biggest, plushest bedroom suites they had ever daydreamed about.
"I hope dinner was okay," Jason said as he escorted Wanda and Karen upstairs after the six course meal Markley and two serving girls had presented that evening.
Wanda and her older sister just giggled, too happy to respond to Jason's teasing. He was dressed in a velvet coat that had to have cost three hundred dollars, a silk shirt with his monogram on the pocket, and a pair of expensive slacks.
The girls had on new outfits they had acquired that afternoon on a little shopping spree down Rodeo Drive, the most fashionable, expensive street in the world. Markley had chauffeured them in Jason's favorite Rolls Royce and Jason had been along with his checkbook. He had made over six-thousand dollars worth of purchases for the girls in just a little over two hours.
"Ahhh, and now the room I know both of you have been dying to see!" Jason smiled at the two lovelies as he threw open the doom to his bedroom apartment.
The room was old, like the rest of the mansion, but he had updated the feel of the place by adding the biggest, most elaborate round waterbed this side of James Bond. The master control panel, partially bidden behind the mirrored glass that surrounded the bed area, had more knobs and dials and switches than a NASA control panel.
"Jesus, honey, do you fly that thing or sleep on it?" Karen asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"Personally, I like to fuck on it, ladies!" Jason said with a big smile, closing the doors behind him.
"Mmmmmm, that sounds just delicious to me!" Wanda said eagerly.
"Well, let's get to it then!" Jason laughed, peeling off his coat and shirt and reaching for Wanda and Karen's buttons.