"'Turn around,' Marie said breathlessly. 'Let me eat you out, just the way you're doing to me!' Well, it took me about two seconds to get into position, and then Marie was slurping up my hot juice too, and the two of us rolled around on the floor, moaning and groaning and acting like wonderfully wild animals. I could hardly believe anything in the world could feel so tremendous."
"Was that the only time it happened, between you and your sister, I mean?" Scott asked. Her story had excited him to the point where he could hardly talk straight. His cock was fully erect, and it throbbed in his pants leg. It was clearly visible in its meaty hardness, and he could tell Rona was looking at it, her dark eyes flashing with arousal.
She giggled. "Heavens no. From that day on, Marie and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. We did everything two girls ever thought of to keep each other satisfied."
"Did you consider yourselves lesbians, then?" Scott asked, half afraid of what her answer might be.
"Lord no! We were just having fun. There's a lot to be said for making use of what's available, don't you think?" Lewd flashed filled her eyes, and she smiled at him sensuously. "I do the best I can, and I don't worry about a thing."
"That's a good philosophy, I guess," Scott said, opening his long legs a little wider to be sure the girl saw what was growing and swelling between them.
"Before long, Marie and I had our brothers involved with us. You should have seen us making excuses to get away from wherever our parents were so we could have sex. We practically burned one another out."
"I bet you miss them, then," Scott said, reaching out to caress Rona's smooth cheek.
"I make up for it with other people now," Rona whispered. Taking his hand, she guided it down to her bosom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rona bent close to Scott and pressed her full, sensuous lips to his. Without intending to, he began to shiver with excitement. The redhead let her hand fall to his crotch, and she let out a soft mewling sound as she felt his hard, rocklike penis.
Scott did nothing to push her hand away, and she began to move it in small, teasing circles, the palm of it pressing over the hotness of his male organ again and again. Their lips clung together, working against one another frantically. Now Rona was trembling too, just as he was. She felt half crazy with sudden surges of raw sexuality.
Scott kneaded her soft breasts frantically, bringing new cries from the girl. He reached into the low neckline of her dress and pulled first one and then the other of her fleshy orbs out into the open. Rona arched her back excitedly, inviting him to arouse her further by playing with the tiny, crinkly nipple that crowned her breasts. His fingers curled around them as if he were blind and reading Braille.
With skillful fingers, Rona unzipped Scott's tight pants and reached inside, touching the hardness of his prick firsthand. "Ouuuuuuu!" she exclaimed, "You're not wearing underwear. I like that!" She looped her fingers around the firmness of his shaft and tried to pull on it to bring it out of his pants. It would not move. The head of it was caught down in his trouser leg. Quickly, she unbuckled his belt and undid the snap at the top of his pants.
Scott lifted his buttocks, letting the girl push his pants down far enough to pull his burgeoning erection out into the air. She gazed down at it excitedly, looking at its red head, glistening and shining in the light, a huge droplet of clear precum already glowing in its deep lips.
Slowly, Rona moved her hand up and down, carrying the thin skin along over the hardness of his flesh beneath it. Her eyes were focused on it, and she watched the head of it grow larger and larger still.
"Oh, Baby, that feels sooooooo good," Scott mumbled, his eyes closed. He reached around behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, then pushed the top of it down so that she was naked to the waist. Now he had free access to her cone shaped breasts, and he massaged and kneaded them gently, his fingertips twisting and pulling at her small, erect nipples.
Suddenly and without warning, Scott was coming. With a low groan, he began to spurt, covering the front of his pants and the girl's fingers with hot, rich, manly liquor. Rona's hand moved faster and faster, masturbating him until every drop of starchy semen was wrenched from his rolling balls.
Rona slipped to her knees before the couch, and then she was licking at his wet cock, sucking gently at its tip, hungrily cleaning away every drip of white, fragrant sperm. As he looked down at her, Scott could tell how much she loved it. Rona made loud slurping noises, her long, pink tongue darting out to wrap around the head of his cock and then move down along its rigid shaft. In seconds, she had him tingling so intensely that it was hard for him to imagine he had climaxed only a moment before. He felt ready to go again, to go and go and go.
His hands went to the top of her red head, and he encouraged her on, pushing down as though he wanted her to take him to the root. She fitted her mouth over his throbbing head and slid her lips down the length of his prick, hollowing her cheeks and sucking him with intensity beyond anything he had ever imagined. She scooped up his huge, spongy gonads in her fingers, and her sharp fingernails plucked and teased at them. Soon, Scott was bouncing around, shivering and squirming.
"No," he groaned pitifully, "I can't come again, not this soon. Oh, God, you'll rupture me."
The girl did not even seem to hear. He felt her fingers pulling at his balls, dragging them to the bottom of his sac, demanding that they yield up another load of hot, fresh seed. With her free hand, Rona began to jerk the base of his cock while she sucked its tip and shaft unmercifully, trying to exhaust him.
"No!" Scott moaned, "Nooooooooooooo, pleeeeeeeeease!" Then he was coming again, the semen bursting from him to coat the inside of the eager girl's mouth. He sobbed and cried, tossing his head from side to side. It was like being the victim of a vampire, a wonderful, skilled vampire.
He lay back against the couch cushions, his eyes closed, gasping for breath.
Rona stood up. Grinning down at the exhausted male, she wiggled out of her dress and let it fail to the floor. She kicked it out of the way and then removed her high heeled shoes. Rotating her lush, rounded hips, she pushed down her pantyhose. The filmy garmet seemed to float down her long, tapered legs, and she pulled it off over her feet.
With one quick movement, Rona pushed down her brief panties. They were already moist at the crotch, evidence of her intense arousal. She displayed, herself to Scott, her slushly thatched pubis inches from his face.
With a groan of exertion, Scott slipped to the floor before her. He pushed his mouth up between her widely splayed legs, and she was dripping her hot juices as he reached out his long, thick tongue to taste of her sweet woman's nectar. He licked frantically at her sizzling slash, treating it the way he knew a woman's cunt should be handled. Soft, mewling cries escaped Rona's lips, and he knew he was now in control, just as she had been only moments before. She arched her hips forward, rubbing her exposed pubis against his face, wetting his cheeks with her sweetly tangy female liquids. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Pleeeeeeease fuck me NOW."
He looked between Rona's widespread legs. Her cunt was drooling impatiently, but that was not what interested him. He could see the dark place that hid her, tight little asshole from sight, and he longed to pry her cheeks apart and look at the tiny, gripping pucker. He thought again of how he had screwed Monica, opening her up and making her cry out with pain while she loved what he was doing to her. He had pushed in again and again, faster and faster, and now he would do that to Rona.