Polly Prudence
Sharing Lovers

Chapter 1

"You look as sexy as ever, honey," Tamra Walton smiled, gazing fondly at her identical twin, blonde sister, Mari.

"I could say the same for you," Mari laughed, uncrossing her bare, shapely legs, taking a sip of the martini the Lansings' maid had just served on the en-closed patio. Both girls wore snug shorts and halters, and Tamra felt an old, familiar tingle in her clit at the alluring view of her sister's crotch, the line of her crevice showing clearly beneath the bright-blue shorts. Her firm, shapely tits strained at the matching halter that revealed the V between them. Her nipples stood out cleanly, her long blonde mane caressed her shoulders.

"In fact, you look good enough to eat," Tamra giggled, flicking her tongue between her lips.

A faint flush touched Man's cheeks. "Stop that! We said we were going to knock that stuff off-remember?"

"Oh, shit," Tamra smiled. "Just because we're older now and you got married doesn't mean we can't have a little fun… "

Tamra knew she had scored, though. It was all too obvious that Steve Lansing was not doing the job right on Mari. What a shame, too-all those sweet goodies practically going to waste. Or maybe she had something going on the side.

Tamra had not come to visit her lovely sister just to make conversation. The twins were very fortunate; they had inherited piles of property and money from their wealthy father, who had made it in the shipping business at San Francisco before both of their parents had been wiped out in an airline crash three years before. The trust department of a big bank in 'Frisco was handling their separate estates.

They had sold the big home mansion, Mari had gotten married and moved to Reno, and Tamra had taken a posh apartment in 'Frisco, where she lived the good life, unattached and free as a Pacific breeze. Tamra could not fathom why Mari had gotten hitched. Steve was handsome enough, but had hardly a penny of his own; he worked hi a casino in Reno. That money could buy all the prick or hot pussy any girl could want!

Tamra still enjoyed thinking about the time she had sneaked up to Mart's room, when both had been fourteen, and caught Mari playing with her cunt. Far out! Not that Tamra neglected her own pussy; she had discovered what going off was at the tender age of eleven after reading a dirty book about a young chick who "found" her clitoris and teased it to a roaring climax.

Well, after the twins admitted they used their hands for kicks, they agreed they might as well do it together so they could watch and enjoy. A few weeks later they were rubbing cunts…

They had called it kid stuff; they were sure they would outgrow their interest in pussy, especially after they began dating guys. That it was incest did not bug them as much as the fact that they liked what they could do for one another. Even then the sister attachment continued; the double-dates were the only kind they would go out on, and of course they often dressed exactly alike and switched studs, an old, identical twin go-around.

They were twenty-four now, and Tamra considered herself very sophisticated. Although she occasionally let some particularly handsome guy fuck her, she had yet to get her gun off around a pumping cock. Her thing was pussy, and she had plenty of that; it was everywhere, ready for plucking. In fact, the whole male-ego syndrome irked her ass; cute, sexy girls were much more fun.

"I think we'd better talk about something else," Mari said, breaking hi on Tamra's thoughts. "This is Friday, and Steve will want some… "

"Don't come on with that goody-two-shoes bit, sweetie," Tamra laughed. "Do you get your cookies with him?"

"That's-personal!" Mari exclaimed, flushing.

"Hell, that tells me the truth," Tamra giggled, writing her ass hi the padded deck chair. "We're two peas hi a pod. Haven't you had any pussy since we fucked last time?"

"Oh, you're filthy!" Mari protested. 'Tin trying to be normal, and-"

Suddenly the Lansing maid, Lana Wong, wiggled out of the house with two fresh martinis. Lana was from Hawaii, an obvious and delightful blend of Chinese, Polynesian and a few other races, and she really had it. She was as tall as the twins, younger, with sensational legs and ass, a pair of tits that just begged for fondling. In the short-skirted maid's uniform, black with white trim, her pale chocolate chassis gave Tamra a delicious tingle.

"I still don't know which of you is which!" Lana exclaimed, gazing from one blonde twin to the other. Her thick, small mouth had a delicious pout.

"I'm the one with the hard-on, honey," Tamra laughed boldly. "Every time I see that pretty ass twitch."

Marl gasped, but Lana did not bat an eye. "I hear those 'Frisco chicks are real swingers."

"I'm one, honey," Tamra giggled, feeling the gin. "I'm here trying to liberate my sister-I don't think she's getting much fun out of life."

Lana winked and picked up the empty cocktail glasses. She turned her head so Mari could not see her face and let her tongue flirt between her sensual, out-turned lips. Tamra felt a hot, sweet blade in her cunt. Right on! This chickie from the Islands.was no square. As she walked away, her beautiful butt seemed to sway a bit more suggestively.

"You been getting some of that, huh?" Tamra smiled.

"Damn it, no!" Mari said, shaking her head. "Is pussy all you think about?"

"When I'm around sexy broads like you two," Tamra laughed. "Look, we can talk about her later. I got this big idea the other day-about two dames who traded places and lives. It would be easy for us; nobody would ever know the diff! If we didn't like it, we could switch back."

Mari Lansing felt a shock. On top of remembering the last time she and Tamra had enjoyed a delicious fuck, just before her marriage to Steve, she was feeling those sweet vibes again; her clit was stinging between her labia, her nipples were erecting.

I've been trying to go straight, and the minute she shows up I want some of that again! Mari thought. I do like Steve, even though I had to "buy" him, even though I can't come with his prick! He doesn't mind nibbling and eating me to a climax. Now she wants to get into his pants!

"You mean you'd move in here and I'd go stay at your apartment?" Mari said, feeling tingles of excitement in spite of herself. She was getting bored. She had few friends around Reno except for Johnnie and Earl Sanders, who lived next door. Johnnie was extremely attractive, a former showgirl at Las Vegas before Earl had married her. Earl, twice Johnnie's age, owned two minor casinos in Reno and a wad of expensive real estate at Tahoe.

"Right on, honey," Tamra laughed. "Wouldn't you like to get some strange prick? Might be real fun-like we used to trade dates years ago."

"But-people we know would guess the truth," Mari protested weakly.

"So what?" Tamra giggled, letting her beautiful thighs open wide, arching her breasts forward suggestively. "I bet I could fool everyone you know." She winked. "You'd go for Don Strong, my steady boyfriend. He really knows how to bring the best out of a hot girl's bod, honey."

Mari shivered. "Well, let me think about it a while."

Tamra knew she had her sister talked into it. She would have to call Don and explain a few things-if he were still available. She had not let him hi her panties for nearly a month; he knew she preferred pussy, but they had fun when they went out for an evening. Karyn Nelson, Tamra's steady piece, would have to be informed, too. But all those details would smooth right out…

Tamra finished her second martini, left her chair and caught her sister's hand. "Come on inside, honey. I want to show you something."

"Now, I told you-" Man began, but she moved upright, and it was obvious she was just as turned on as Tamra. With Steve around the previous evening and that morning, the girls had had no real opportunity to be alone together. Apparently he had not fucked Marl the night before.

A moment later they entered the lavish guest room where Tamra had spent the night. She had arrived by jet the previous afternoon, and of course Steve had started eyeballing her; she had dressed differently than Mari so he could tell them apart. He was a handsome bastard.

"I got a new thing for thrills, honey," Tamra laughed, opening one of her travel cases. She drew out a device she had found in a Japanese novelty shop just a week before, a small hand vibrator, but with a big difference from run-of-the-mill dildoes. It was shaped like a pistol, with batteries in the hand grip, but the business end, the tip of the "barrel," was the thing.

"What is that?" Mari gasped, staring.

"Well, you see this little, soft, rubber end?" Tamra giggled, the gin working deliciously. "You fit that over the clit and use this trigger to make it wiggle. We both know we have kind of long girlie-pricks, and mine goes right up inside-it's a real groovy way to come!"

"You rotten thing, you!" Mari exclaimed, her cheeks flushed.

"Ohhhh, shit," Tamra said, dryly. "I brought you one as a present. I know Steve is not giving you enough. It's written all over you, honey. You should be getting some pussy from Lana, at least!" She reached out and patted Mari on the ass. "And don't give me that bull about "saving" your goodies for Steve. You need it every day, several times a day, just like me."

Mari shuddered, loving the touch of her sister's fingers on her bod. They had been intimate over too many years, even though it had been a long time since their cunts had been together. She could not fool Tamra for one second. She had tried real hard with Steve, and it was all real good until he squeezed his cock into her pussy. That animal thrusting simply did not do it for her!

A cozy sixty-nine was much more agreeable. Taking his load in her throat and having his mouth on her cunt would bring her her jollies every time-but naturally men liked to explode in a pussy, and she put lap with it.

"Lock the door, honey," Tamra murmured, her soft fingers sliding around to Mari's cunt mound. "We're going to fuck."

Oh, I DO want to feel her between my legs again! Mari thought. This gin is murder. My clit is about to poke a hole in my panties! We look exactly alike but she always the "lead" girl, she's the dominant one. It's ' been ages! We're hung up on each other and I guess we never will outgrow it…

She swung away, walked to the guest room door and turned the lock. Even the smooth rub of her thighs together excited her glands. As she turned, she saw Tamra drawing something else out of a travel case-some lengths of soft white rope…

"W-what in hell are those?" Mari asked, staring.

"Remember how we used to talk about one of us tying the other up to a bed and having some fun?" Tamra giggled. "Well, since then I've tried it, with a very cooperative chick, and she really flipped out. I think you'd love it, too."

"That's-weird!" Mari breathed. But at the same time she felt a sharp, honeyed stab in the cunt. They were not giggly kids any more. Tamra had obviously tried a lot of different things for sex kicks.

"Oh, come on, get your clothes off and spread out," Tamra laughed. She glanced at the bed. "That four-poster is just right."

Tamra trembled, feeling sweet juices leak out into her sheer bikini panties beneath her shorts. The moment her beautiful sister had walked down from the plane at Reno airport, drawing male eyes from every direction, Tamra had felt that old familiar tingle in the crotch. Then the previous evening she would have welcomed Steve's hands on her bod, but he had made no passes-Friday and Wednesday appeared to be his nights for pussy. It was turning into a damned routine, and she had not chippied on him even once.

She suspected he was getting some pussy on the side; the casinos were loaded with it. Lately she had fallen back into her old ways, using an ordinary vibrator or her fingers. Tamra was so right! She, Mari, needed relief nearly every day. She had been "faithful" to Steve long enough.

Johnnie Sanders, the leggy, young brunette next door, had suggested that they swap husbands some night, but Earl at fifty did not do much for Tamra. Johnnie had also tossed out a few strong hints about just the two girls having a little sneaky fun, but so far Tamra had resisted that temptation.

The idea that Lana Wong might want to cunt rub had not really occurred to Man until her bold sister had slipped it into the conversation out on the patio. Well, if they did trade lives for a while, Tamra would be getting some of that Hawaiian pussy, too. If Mari stayed around for a few days, the two would probably be fucking and Lana's exotic beauty was provocative.

She had heard that those Pacific Island girls with mixed ancestries were terrific screwing. Steve was interested, too, but as far as Mari could tell they had not fucked-yet. Lana was pretty much of a loner.

As Mari loosened her halter and let her titties free, she noticed Tamra was likewise bare to the waist. Tamra giggled and glided up close, her arms going around Marl's waist, hands busy with Marl's ass. Ohhhh, it was like old times for sure! Their cunt mounds pushed together, their breasts touched, and a sweep of awful need raged in Mari's crotch.

"A little warm-up before the big scene, huh?" Tamra breathed, rolling her swelling, jutting titties into Mari's tender mounds.

"Yessss!" Mari whispered, opening her eager lips, "God, it's been ages!"

"Nobody ever got you off the way I can, have they, sugar?" Tamra giggled softly, loosening Mari's shorts.

"Damn you!" Mari breathed, shaking violently, her clit as stiff as her little finger. They vibed together like crazy! After her marriage she- had told herself she would simply not go for any more pussy, but this thing between them was too delicious, too compelling- incest or not. Her thighs were opening, her tumid nipples flamed, her whole body ached for kisses, touches and knowing manipulations. Tamra knew every little nook and cranny of Mari's sex, and obviously she was older now and surely had learned some new tricks!

"That cute pussy has been needing this for years, honey," Tamra breathed, her lips inches from Mari's hungry mouth. The hot tongue slid between Mari's trembling lips, their mouths mashed, the sweet, slow stroking reached all the way down to Mari's turned-on cunt.

Steve never kisses me on the mouth nearly enough! Mari thought. He's not bad sucking at my cunt, but a girl needs a tongue in her throat, too. Sweet shit! My sister is the best I ever had. She kind of makes me melt down and flow out of my cunt! I know a come is a come, but she makes it deeper and harder! Ohhhhh, da!

Tamra drank in the juicy thrills her sexy sister could always stir in her crotch and titties. Deftly she lowered Mari's shorts, fondling the warm, pretty curves hugged alluringly by the whisper-thin bikini panties. She adored provocative undies. She had brought several outfits in one travel case and would dress Mari in one of them later, but right now she wanted to do the bondage thing. If they didn't like it they could play several other fascinating pussy-pussy games.

She stabbed her tongue in deeply several times, feeling her sister's shivery responses, and backed away before it got too far along. Quickies were great once a chick reached a high level of erotic thrall, but the first orgasm was the important one.

"Don't stop now, honey!" Marl breathed, kicking her shorts free of her feet. "I'm ready!"

Tamra laughed, sliding her own shorts to the floor. Now they both wore only bikini panties and heels. "You always did like to rush it."

"You damn pussy teaser, you," Mari said. "I need a, come!"

"Okay, spread out on the bed." Tamra picked up the soft, cotton ropes and steered her sister to the four-poster. In seconds she had Mari spread-eagled on the bright bedspread, bonds fastened to both wrists and ankles, tying them securely to the bedposts. Actually, the knots were easily unfastened; it was more the idea than actually forcing her sister in any way.

"But-you didn't take my panties off!" Mari giggled.

"Honey, when I get a real good hard-on, I'll rip 'em. You know I like decorated pussy-fancy undies."

"Yes, I remember!" Mari exclaimed. "Hey-this is exciting."

"Now I got you, baby," Tamra breathed, crawling on the bed, that fierce cunt-ache already drawing a flood of juice from her puss. 'Tin gonna bang your little fun-gun till you faint!"

"You're just as filthy as ever," Mari giggled.

"And you love fuck talk just as much as I do," Tamra laughed. "Say, I just had a creamy idea, honey. Let's invite Lana in for a nice threesome, huh?"

Mari shuddered. Ever since that little girlish exchange on the patio between Tamra and Lana, this thought had wiggled into the back of her mind. It was the kind of thing Tamra would think of because they could almost read each other's thoughts. In their old high class neighborhood in 'Frisco, Tamra had scandalized their parents by making it with a young mulatto maid; Anne had caught her at it, and the mother had been able to tell them apart.

But this, on top of being tied to the bed, was just too much!

"Don't you dare!" Mari protested. "What we do is bad enough… "

Tamra laughed. "Okay, but I really dig that chick."

I'll get her off a couple of times, and then have a talk with Lana, Tamra thought. While I'm visiting here I want to have some FUN, get some new pussy. I can twist Mari around my little finger.

Tamra crawled forward until she had her knees between Mari's legs, the old lust for her sister sweeping deliciously through her bod. Karyn, her steady piece and apartment mate, had been indisposed for a few days, and Tamra had a terrific hard-on. Karyn would expect a good fuck when Tamra returned to 'Frisco, but now Mari would be doing that job.

"Come on, do something, honey," Marl breathed, tipping her pantied cunt upward. A wave of pussy fragrance hurled jagged knives of passion along Tamra's thighs, up to her tensing clit point. Those beautiful, coned titties with the delicate, wide, pink aureole, the ripe, red, long nipples standing up stiffly, drew Tamra's eager lips downward.

Her tongue coiled around the tumid spire of Mari's right breast, and she slowly sucked the nipple up into her hungry mouth. Ohhhhhh, wonderful! Mari's shiver of response, the arch of her boobies upward, her quick intake of breath, was Tamra's reward.

"Ohhhhh, that's dreamy!" Mari breathed, her beautiful ass squirming.

"Does Steve give you enough tittie play, sweet?" Tamra murmured around the dainty peak of girl flesh.

"Nooooo!" Man gasped. "It's been, so long, honey!"

"I know, baby," Tamra whispered, lowering her hips and brushing her cunt lightly across her sister's up-curved crotch. Somehow the sheer, silky slide of panty-covered cunts excited Tamra almost as much as flesh-on-flesh. Those earlier years when they had enjoyed each other came rushing back like a perfumed cloud, enveloping them in an erotic mist.

Gently she increased the pressure and began to hunch, their juices mingling delectably. She sucked the dainty nipple, easing it in and out of her lips, watching the expression of rapt involvement on Mari's pretty features. In spite of the ropes, Mari up hunched with agile knowingness. Old home week was getting off to a beautiful start!

Tamra had tried the bondage thing with Karyn a couple of times, and the young, sexy brunette with the fine big titties and hot, clinging mouth had blown her mind! Some chicks really went for the plan of being assaulted. Tamra did not want to be tied down herself; she took the role of the attacker.

"OHH, oh, ohhhhh!" Mari gasped, her thighs quivering, her nipples stiffening even more. The ropes tautened. Mari wanted to be more active.

Shaking with lust, Tamra eased backward, sat on her heels and caught her fingers in the band of her sister's bikini panties. She yanked, ripping the thin fabric. In seconds the sweet, bare, blonde-bordered cunt, like a flower unfolded for the bee sting of pollination, was exposed for Tamra's hungry eyes.

Mari watched, fascinated, as Tamra wiggled out of her own panties, tossing them on the floor. She stared down at Mari's dainty, flushed cunt, the sweet, pink spike of her sex peeking from the slickened labia. Juice leaked down to her anus, and Tamra felt her own wetness seeping from her cunt.

"Ohhh, that's a pretty cunt!" Tamra breathed, her tongue so hard she could barely talk. In their earlier sisterly experiments they had been reluctant to eat each other, but three years had taught Tamra a whole lot about oral sex. And she had to show Mari how much she had learned!