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We Three Sisters (FF/f, teens/pre-teen, inc, ped)
by BunnyGirl (SweetestWitch@aol.com)
***
"I'd already been with a girl cousin of mine, when I was
eleven, and experienced the pleasures of bi contact, but
with my sister, the throbbing of my pussy, and the
wetness that would build between my legs, just seemed
twisted to me."
Young Tia, learns the depths of true sisterly love.
Sisters, female-ejaculation, light ped.
***
With a household of six kids, my mom didn't really have
time to take care of me, the baby of three brothers and
two sisters. As far back as I can remember, my older
sisters did most of the motherly things for me. They gave
me my baths, changed my clothes, they even made sure I
finished my breakfast before they rushed off to school.
My sisters are both very beautiful; we're Hawaiian,
French, Tahitian and definitely have exotic qualities.
Cyrene, who is older than me by sixteen years, has always
been the envy of all other females in our neighborhood,
women and girls alike. She's about 5'6", a luscious 130
pounds and has mid-back length, dark brown, wavy hair.
Yvette is a little taller, about 5'7", very athletic and
125 pounds.
She's got legs that won't quit, and an ass that begs for
attention. She keeps her almost jet-black hair a cute
pageboy cut, because of all the sports she's into. Yvette
has smaller breasts, barely a B cup, where Cyrene is a 34
DD and I'm a 34 C. Oh, by the way I'm Tia. I'm 5'6" (on
tippy-toes), 125 pounds and light-brown, wavy hair that
falls just at the top of my butt cheeks.
*
My sisters shared a room when I was little, and I'd hop
between my parent's bed and their beds on any given
night. I didn't quite understand why my sisters would
share one bed sometimes, and through half-closed, sleepy
eyes, I thought the movements under the blankets, and the
small, throaty moans, were just the two of them playing.
They both got married, about one year apart of each
other, and moved out by the time I was six. They never
lived far from home, and though our family was
dysfunctional, we were still very close.
My sisters would come over on weekends to baby-sit me, so
my mom could do her shopping, and visit with friends for
lunches and dinners, while dad worked one of his two or
sometimes three jobs. It became habit for them to come
over, so the three of us could spend at least two
Saturdays a month together, until I was about fifteen.
We'd lie out on our lanai and tan, go to the mall and
shop our brains out, or just stay in to get ready for
dates with their husbands, and my nights out with my
girlfriends, and later, boyfriends. We'd wash each
other's hair, paint our nails and all the other fun,
sister stuff.
Though the three of us are very sexual and open about
sex, Yvette is even less modest than Cyrene and me. She
would often spend Saturday, after her bath, in just a
towel, and nothing else. By the time I turned twelve, and
as long as my brothers weren't around, she'd casually
lose the towel and walk around the house completely
naked. Initially I'd blush, especially when it was my
turn to paint her toenails and she'd sit with her feet
propped up on the coffee table, knees spread apart.
Yvette kept her pussy shaved, and it always looked so
pretty... so touchable. I'd already been with a girl
cousin of mine, when I was eleven, and experienced the
pleasures of bi contact, but with my sister, the
throbbing of my pussy, and the wetness that would build
between my legs, just seemed twisted to me.
She'd see me blush pink when I glanced between her legs,
and would tease, "You wanna touch it donch'ya?"
I'd just blush more, but would eventually come back with
something wise, "Not everyone worships your pussy like
you do, Yvette."
She'd always direct the conversation to my pussy. "You
really should let me shave you Tia," she'd been wanting
to shave my pussy since I started growing pubes, "I
promise, I won't hurt you."
"Yeah, like I'd give - you - access to my pussy with a
razor in your hand! I don't think so!" I'd say snidely.
I got used to her nudity though, and when I was about
fourteen she convinced me to "be free" and lose my towel
after my shower too. I'd usually call her a freak - or
something to that effect - and walk away, but Yvette
would reach for my towel and playfully yank. She never
really succeeded at exposing me; looking back, I think
she knew I'd do it voluntarily when I was ready.
One afternoon, it was getting a little late, so I decided
to have my bath and get ready to meet some friends at the
movies. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a clean,
fluffy towel, as usual, and just - had - to walk past
Yvette for my tease and tug; I'd grown addicted to it.
This time, rather than gripping my towel tight, I
loosened my hold and let her rip the towel off my body. I
mocked a fight with her, tugging back at the towel, and
really exaggerated my actions, letting my breasts jiggle
and bounce. I turned my back to her and pulled the towel
like a rope in a game of tug-o-war, but I teased on
purpose by spreading my legs and thrusting my ass toward
her.
I knew what I was doing - but so wasn't prepared for what
happened. Too quickly, Yvette was right behind me. Her
strong, inner thighs crushed my hips and outer thighs,
her smooth, freshly, shaved pussy pressed just to the
left of my ass cleft. Her left arm braced my breasts, she
squeezed my excited right nipple between her fingers;
pressed and palmed my stomach with her right hand, all
the way down to my pussy. Her hand cupped and squeezed my
puffy, outer lips, her fingers nudged my clit.
Completely shocked with her sudden aggression, I froze,
but butterflies swirled up in my tummy - I was also
turned on. I'd wanted her to touch me like this for so
long, but it felt dreadfully uncomfortable.
Mentally I screamed, "She's my sister! - Like my mom! -
Please don't stop! - Ohmygod, please let go!"
Arching my back, I bucked my ass at her, half wanting to
throw her off, half wishing she had a cock to fuck me
with from behind. I reached up and crushed her hand
against my tit before looking to Cyrene, pleading for
help. Cyrene casually peered over her Cosmo and called us
freaks. I didn't really want help, but I didn't want to
be thought of as the pervert either.
Yvette dug her chin into my right shoulder and laughed
against the side of my neck.
"Cyrene, wouldn't Tia make a great pussy for a butch?"
she spoke through clenched teeth while pulling on my
soaked, pussy lips.
I could have squirted hot cum all over her hand if I
didn't suddenly feel sick. I really did fight her off of
me then, but she kept her muscular legs pressed hard
against mine and only pulled me tighter. Her warm, wet
pussy pressed relentlessly into my ass. It was a struggle
to get out of her clutches, both physically and
psychologically.
Finally squirming my way out of her firm restraint, I
turned around, picked my towel up and walked away, my
body completely red with anger, frustration and heated
desire. My ass wet from where she pressed herself against
me.
"Tia baby! Don't be mad," she hollered as I stomped down
the hallway to my bedroom, "you know I love you!"
I slammed the door.
*
Haunted by the memories of her holding, squeezing and
touching me, I couldn't focus at school, couldn't sit at
supper with the rest of my family without wondering if
any of them knew. I couldn't sleep at night, constantly
replayed the images through my mind - until I copied her
actions on my own body.
I'd lie awake in the dark, my left hand cupping my right
breast, squeezing and pinching my pebble-hard nipple, and
pumping the sides of my slippery clit with my right hand.
I fantasized about Yvette... face buried between my legs,
her tongue darting in and wriggling my tight hole. I
wondered what it'd be like to touch her smooth pussy,
suck her beautiful, butterfly-lips - finger fuck it like
I was doing mine.
With my feet planted firmly on the bed, knees bent, I'd
throw my hips and ass up and bite my lip to keep from
screaming her name. I'd squirt my sheets with a flood of
hot, clear cum, but I'd always feel extreme guilt after
cumming so hard - still the image and need plagued me.
*
A few weekends passed before I was comfortable enough to
come out from the shower with just a towel on, but I
didn't walk past Yvette. I sat on our sofa and painted my
own toenails.
Yvette plopped down next to me and asked, "Want me to do
your nails?"
"Nah, I've got it." I shrugged.
She loosened her towel, draped her left leg over the arm
rest, right foot on the floor, got comfy and slid forward
on the thick sofa cushions, all while surfing for the
fashion channel.
I'd seen Yvette naked a hundred times, but this time, I
looked over her entire body without notice. I had a
complete view of her small perky breasts, and flat
stomach, and over the slight mound of her pussy. Her
breasts were so different from mine, small, dark-
chocolate ringlets around her nipples, and such large
nipples too.
Her outer pussy lips weren't as fleshy as mine, they were
slightly open, exposing her clit from the top of her
slit. The inner lips folded over a bit and reminded me of
a reddish-brown butterfly. I have to open my legs to see
just the tip of my clit, but actually spread my pussy
lips with my fingers to see my thick inner lips and tight
hole.
I looked down, and ran my fingertips through the V-shaped
patch of dark hair above my pussy. I trimmed and shaped
it, but at that moment, decided to shave it smooth like
Yvette's.
Cyrene turned the corner of the kitchen to the living
room; quickly I pulled my hand away. "I'm gonna hit it, I
have to be at Jeff's mom's at one." she said and grabbed
her keys from the dinning room table.
Jeff is her husband, his mom babysat for Cyrene on the
Saturdays that we spent together.
Cyrene threw her purse over her shoulder, came over to
the couch and kissed us goodbye. She flipped an edge of
the towel over Yvette, before opening the door to leave,
but stopped before walking out.
She turned, stared at Yvette then said, "Be good now...
I'll call you tomorrow."
We both knew what she meant by "be good." Yvette stuck
her tongue out and flicked the towel off her body. Cyrene
shook her head, rolled her eyes and chuckled before
closing the door behind her.
"You can spread out, I'll do my nails over here." I said
as I stood up and walked across the living room to the
recliner.
Yvette moved a little, not much, but kept her eyes glued
to the TV. We dissed the chicks on the runway, "too
skinny" "their tits are like deflated balloons" "walking
hanger" the usual put downs, but also the one line that
made up for our slams, "...but god, she's sooo gorgeous!"
Finished with my toenails, I glanced over at Yvette and
closed the bottle of garnet-glitter enamel, my eyes
locked on her hand, she was lightly stroking her pussy. I
remained silent, sat back in the seat and watched her.
Her nipples were sticking out, like large pencil erasers,
pointing at the ceiling; the small rings were wrinkled
with obvious excitement.
My own pussy hadn't stopped seeping juices since she
opened her towel, now it was throbbing - aching while I
watched my sister slowly begin to masturbate. Part of me
wanted to walk away, to close my eyes and make it go
away, but a greater part of me needed to watch.
My eyes felt heavy, my breathing quickened, she licked
her lips and rubbed the full length of her inner pussy
lips with her fingers. She spread her legs wider, propped
herself up on one elbow to watch herself masturbate. She
slid three fingers into her cunt and threw her head back
moaning. I felt a jolt of white heat course through my
pussy, causing my clit to spasm.
I undid my towel, let it fall open and brushed circles
around my left nipple, before squeezing and rolling it
between my fingers. My right hand promptly made it to my
pussy, I rubbed the outer swollen lips and pressed hard
against my clit. I didn't want to moan, but watching my
sister masturbate and my own fingers making contact with
my aching clit, I just couldn't help it. A small throaty
"Ah..." slipped out.
Yvette turned her face to look at me, I stopped abruptly,
but didn't move my hands. "Tia baby, do it, do it
baby...." was all she said.
She turned around on the couch to face me, put her feet
up on the cushions and continued to palm her cunt. I
hesitated for only a moment, but my body burned
feverishly, I slid forward in my seat and draped my legs
over the arms of the chair; we watched each other finger
our own pussies.
She impelled me, "Yes baby-girl, your pussy's so fucking
beautiful... look at it baby."
I looked down at my own pussy, my fingers were slippery
and glistened. My full inner lips were red and swollen,
my clit jutted out hard and engorged; I felt I was gonna
cum any second.
I looked back at Yvette, we watched each other again
through half closed eyes, she seemed as turned on by me,
as I was of her. The wet, sucking sounds of our fingers
dipping into our drenched cunts, were amazing. She
brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them before
plowing back into her dripping hole. I copied her, sucked
the sweet pre-cum off my fingers and shoved them back
into my juicy cunt. I wiggled my fingers and rubbed my g-
spot fervently.
Lifting my ass off the oversized cushion I cried, "Nuh!
Yvette... I'm cumming!"
"Me too baby...." she let out a loud moan, her body
shook, I watched her ass and pussy contract, before
closing my eyes and crying out her name again.
A torrential rush of hot cum flooded my fingers, I
pressed and rubbed my hardened g-spot vigorously, and
squirted another stream of cum. I palmed and massaged my
stiff, swollen clit and felt the sensation of a separate
orgasm rising.
"Fuck Yvette, I'm cumming again!" an intense orgasm raked
my body, my hips and ass shook and jerked spasmodically.
Suddenly, I felt her hands, sticky and warm, holding my
outer thighs, "God my baby Tia, yes... cum again baby."
My eyes barely opened when I felt another gush of cream
flow from my pussy. I slid my fingers from my quivering
hole and continued to rub my clit. Droplets of cum
splashed and speckled my sister's face. She opened her
mouth to take the next squirt, I watched cum land on her
bottom lip and chin before closing my eyes in absolute
ecstasy.
Seemed like hours before my hips stopped trembling from
my extreme orgasms, I rested my ass back on the chair.
Dreamily, my eyes opened, I wasn't able to immediately
register what I saw, but my sister licked her lips before
she kissed my inner thighs... so close to my still
throbbing pussy.
"Ti... you came so hard... it... squirted baby." I felt
her warm breath float past my glistening pussy.
Breathily I replied, "I always do that...." and then it
clicked.
"Oh my God! My sister!" I screamed silently.
That guilt, I always felt after masturbating to her
image, grew a thousand times stronger. I shut my legs,
almost slamming her head between them. I tried to pull my
towel over my body, but it had bunched up under me, and
all I could cover was part of my tummy and belly button.
My body trembled, I tried to pull the towel, but she held
my thighs down, I felt so vulnerable and fragile, much
too weak to struggle.
Finally, I gave up, covered my face with my hands, and
sobbed, "Uh - Yvette!" Tears poured from my eyes, I
shivered with shame and guilt.
She slid in the chair, right up against me, and folded my
body into hers. I wanted to push her away, wanted to run
off and hurt myself so bad, but she held tight and rocked
me.
"I love you, Tia, you know I love you... it's ok... what
happened is ok." She tried to console and reassure me,
"We didn't touch each other... you never touched me
Tia... its ok baby sister."
She kissed the top of my head and continued to rock me, I
cried like I hadn't, since a little girl. No matter what
she said, the shame and embarrassment of what I just did,
wouldn't leave. I let her hold me for a long while, too
ashamed to lift my face up and look at her.
"I love you so much, it's my fault, I knew better." - and
then Yvette cried.
I apologized - she said there was no reason to be sorry -
she apologized - I said it was my fault - she said we'll
never do it again - I cried harder.
*
Usually, I'd go with friends to the mall and stuff after
school, that week though, I had no desire to go anywhere,
I just wanted to hide and be alone. But what bothered me
was, I still fantasized about it. By the third night,
after that last instance, I was masturbating to my
memories of that Saturday afternoon.
I loved my sister, I couldn't think of hating her, I
blamed myself and grew distressed. Then I had flashes of
when I was a little girl, sleeping in Yvette's bed and
waking to her body pressed against mine, her hand under
my nightie and my little-girl panties.
I'd banish the thoughts and berated myself for being so
sick to think up such things. But another flash of being
bathed, remembering the overwhelming feeling of her
spreading my tiny, young pussy under the hard flow of
water; and those words, "I love you baby-girl..." when
I'd cry out from the tremendous sensation. I finger
fucked myself and came with those images as well - I was
completely distraught.
Yvette came over after work, almost everyday that week.
She brought me things from expensive, chocolate truffles,
to a pair of black, thigh-high, leather boots that she
claimed to buy for her, but "it doesn't fit right." I
didn't want to see her, but was genuinely glad inside,
that she came to see me specifically.
The next Saturday, that we three sisters were to spend
together, ended up being just me and Cyrene, Yvette had
some job-related brunch to go to; I'm not sure exactly -
the story changed twice.
During the following days, I was able to suppress some of
my shame and guilt, and came around to my normal self - a
bit. I asked Yvette if she would come over that Saturday.
Originally she said no, but I must have visibly shown
feelings of rejection, because she said she would cancel
whatever it was she planned to do. I did perk up, and
hugged her tight.
I babbled, "I'm sorry Yvette, I didn't mean to be so
down. It's just that...."
She pressed her finger to my lips and gently said,
"Shhh... there's nothing to say sorry about. We love each
other, and what we did was only an expression of love."
"But we're sis..." I tried to reason, but she hugged me,
I trembled from our embrace. Her body felt warm,
inviting, but suddenly, too familiar, and caused awkward
feelings to surge inside of me.
"We 'are' sisters," she avowed, "and sisters can do
things with each other, and bond in special ways... Tia,
I can teach you about your body, about real love, about -
touch."
Tears brimmed my eyelashes; she caressed and turned my
face up to meet hers. Yvette's lips tenderly brushed
mine, and she kissed me, so gently, like she would when I
was little. A small strand of clear saliva linked our
lips together when she finally pulled back, I was
embarrassed about that, about to reach up and wipe my
mouth, but she simply licked her lips, held my head
against her breasts, hugged and rocked me... and talked.
She said things, about me being 'different' from other
girls and women, that I've been through so much,
sexually, but how naive I really am. A tender teen,
knowing a lot about the male and female body, how to
innocently flirt with the opposite sex, but she was
afraid I'd never learn about true sensuality and love. My
mind drifted, replayed images, so many memories that I'd
already learned to suppress....
*
Saturday came, Yvette and Cyrene showed up early, but the
day was strange. My brothers hung around a long while,
when they usually had things planned from Saturday
morning to Sunday evening. Mom too, didn't rush out the
door, they sat around for a while, talking. I grew
impatient and knew why, I just didn't want to admit it to
myself.
Finally mom had her shower and got ready to leave, the
last of my brothers threw his backpack on for an
impromptu hiking trip, and at last, the three of us girls
were alone.
"Wash my hair?" I asked Yvette with a smile.
"Sure. Where? Kitchen sink?" she asked.
"Nah, in the bathroom, I'll lean over the tub." I turned
and headed down the hallway.
"Are you sure? It's more comfy on a chair in the ki...."
her voice trailed as I turned the corner to the bathroom.
I faced the door and waited a moment until I heard Yvette
right outside. Crossing my arms and pulling my shirt up,
I arched my back and took in a deep breath, thrusting my
breasts out. I stopped a second with t-shirt over my
face, giving her a moment to take a good look at my
breasts, and then I pulled the shirt over and off my
head. I couldn't look up at her because I couldn't
believe what I was doing; I turned and dropped my shirt
into the hamper.
We made small talk while I unbuttoned my denim shorts,
and bent to take them off. I left my peach, lace bikinis
on and stepped out of my shorts, over to the white,
porcelain tub.
"Need a towel?" she reached for my towel.
Twisting my body to brace the tub behind, my left breast
brushed her arm. I know my body blushed all over, I felt
it, but I let my nipple run up her arm before settling my
butt on the floor.
"Nah, no sense getting it - wet." My eyes darted up to
hers; I blushed harder when the word 'wet' escaped my
lips.
"Why Mz. Tia! Are you trying to seduce me?" she laughed.
"No!" I nervously giggled and planted my butt on the
dark-blue, bathroom rug.
Yvette knew seduction, and knew exactly what I was doing,
even if I wasn't sure why I was doing it myself. I rested
my head on the lip of the bathtub and closed my eyes.
We talked and joked while she washed my hair, her skin
was warm and her scent was light and airy, I felt
comfortable and free with my sister.
She squeezed the excess water from my long hair, I got up
and briskly towel dried it. I turned to look down at
Yvette, who was still sitting on the bathtub. She watched
my breasts jiggle and admired my body openly, unabashedly
letting her eyes wander down between my thighs.
Unexpectedly, she reached for the waistband of my
panties, pulled it and let it snap back.
"Hey!" I yelled and jerked my hips back.
"Let me shave you Ti, I prrrooomise you'll looove it."
Yvette stood up and collected the lady shaver and shaving
gel from the bathroom closet, turned with each in hand
and gave me a huge, toothy grin.
"No way Yvette!" I couldn't keep from laughing, seeing
her smile so devilishly like that.
"You're not touching me with that thing!" I backed away
and made a cross with my fingers.
"No, come on Tia," she stomped her foot, "I won't hurt
you, and you know it." she insisted.
She didn't really have to convince me, I'd already
decided to shave my pussy, I was just a little afraid of
cutting myself in a very - important place.
"Fine! But if you so much as nick me, I'll kill you!" I
tossed my towel over to the counter, stuck my thumbs into
my bikinis and pulled them down my thighs.
Halfway down to my ankles I stopped, patted my pussy and
looked up at Yvette from under my lashes.
"She's very valuable to me, don't hurt her." I giggled,
referring to my pussy.
Yvette told me to sit in the tub, but to let my legs
dangle over the side. I did as I was told and Yvette
knelt on the bath rug facing me. She directed the hand-
shower between my legs and blasted my pussy with warm
water.
"I'll shave the top first, but then you'll have to spread
your legs wider so I can get all around your outer lips."
Yvette spoke like a professional, pussy shaver.
She squirted pink gel into her hand and let it foam a
little before spreading it over the top of my mound. She
was quick, but gentle and precise. I watched her work and
enjoyed having my sister fuss over my pussy. I felt
closer to her, if that were even possible, and had a
strong desire to embrace her.
She did a lot more patting and rubbing then was
necessary, and rested her palm against my clit often.
With the entire top and sides of my pussy smooth, she
asked me to spread my legs wider and to slide my butt a
little forward. I watched her face, when I slowly slipped
my calves along the edge of the tub and slid my butt
toward her. Her lips opened slightly, she sucked in her
breath and held it for a moment.
With a soft voice she said, "Still not wide enough baby,
pull your lips apart for me."
Sliding my index fingers down the creases between my
thighs and pussy, I delicately opened my pussy for my
sister.
Breathily she said, "Ahh... that's so pretty baby-girl,
guys must stand in line to suck on it."
"I love having it sucked." my voice weak and distant.
Tenderly, Yvette spread more gel over my slit, and
brushed my pulsing clit. My pussy involuntarily
tightened, my hips suddenly jerked.
We kept silent for a while, until she finally spoke up.
"Ti? The other day... you said that you always do that...
what did you mean?"
"Umm...," my voice quavered, "you mean when I came?" my
entire body blushed and I wanted my sister to fuck me - I
needed her to fuck me right then and there.
"Yes... when you came in my mouth and on my face." Her
eyes met mine, "You always squirt cum, babe?"
Nodding my head I said, "Yes... but not that much
usually."
She pressed the back of her hand against my open slit, I
moaned and lifted my butt up to rub my pussy against her
hand.
"Hey... where are you guys?" Cyrene called from down the
hall.
We didn't respond, I myself, was too absorbed in sexual
heat.
"Wha...," Cyrene stepped into the bathroom, "Oh my God
Tia! You trust her with that?"
My heavy-lidded eyes glanced up at my oldest sister, I
barely squeaked out a "yes."
She stood in the doorway, observing what was happening,
but her eyes drifted down my naked body to my foam,
covered cunt. She watched Yvette press my outer lips with
her left hand and spread them a little wider.
Yvette finished shaving me, while our oldest sis watched
silently at the door. But, before rinsing me off, Yvette
placed the back of her fingers on the sides of my stiff
clit and pumped it hard three times.
I cried out, "Nyahh... Uh... Yvette!" and grabbed her
arm.
Cyrene gasped, and shot her hand down the front of her
shorts. I looked up at her again and images of my two
older sisters and me, naked, sucking and fucking each
other, just exploded in my mind.
Yvette rinsed me with the pulsing blasts of the hand
shower; she directed the spray to my clit and pelted it.
I writhed in the tub, slid my hand over my stomach and
breasts, scratched my left nipple and pulled it with my
nails. Yvette slid her hands under my thighs and told me
to slide my ass onto the edge of the tub.
She watched my bare pussy inch closer to her face,
reached back to the towel rack behind her, not once
taking her eyes off of me. She bunched the towel and
pressed it against my sensitive cunt. The softness of the
towel against my smooth, hairless pussy, sent shivers
through my body.
Cyrene moaned again, and slipped her shorts and thongs
off in one quick movement. She took the four steps over
to us, and squatted next to Yvette. I looked down between
her legs and moaned with a new burning sensation, when I
saw how big her swollen clit was; it twitched from her
cunt lips like a tiny, little cock.
Yvette pressed the towel against my quivering pussy
again, and wiped it hard, roughly rubbing it against my
clit. I was struck with a memory of my mother standing
above me, loofah sponge in hand, scrubbing me
incessantly.
Yvette dropped the towel, bent her head closer to my
pussy and dreamily gazed up into my eyes. "Baby Tia, I
want to taste you... I love you so much."
After that flashing memory, I wanted to push Yvette away,
run and die, but I was out of my mind with sexual need. I
nodded and whimpered, giving her pass to do as she
pleased with me.
Cyrene cupped my left breast and squeezed my stiff nipple
between her fingers. Her warm, wet mouth tried to suck in
as much of my tit as she could. She sucked my nipple hard
- I imagined it entered her throat. Her tongue flicked
and lapped my nipple. I held my sister's face to my tit,
and tried to shove it deeper into her mouth, when
suddenly, I felt Yvette's wet, hot mouth press against my
cunt. A bolt of electricity streamed through my body,
inside and out.
I threw my head back and cried, "Oh god yes! Suck me!
Suck me all over!"
Dreamy images flashed through my mind, of my freshly,
shaved cunt, pressed against Yvette's, of us rubbing our
clits together, our wet pussies sucking at each other.
Visions of pushing my hard, aching nipple against
Cyrene's clit, sliding it down her dripping wet cunt, and
shoving my nipple into her squeezing fuck-hole, all raced
before my eyes.
Cyrene pulled her moist lips off my sensitive tit with a
slurp, blew on it and sucked it back in her hot mouth.
She bit it softly with her teeth, and flicked it with her
tongue. My body responded to the sensation, hot-chills
cycled down my stomach and straight to my pussy where
Yvette had her mouth tightly planted. She sucked my
entire pussy, clit, lips and hole. She swallowed and
licked, swallowed more of my pussy juices and wiggled her
tongue deep into my cunt.
I bucked my hips at her mouth and begged, "Please Yvette,
fuck me with your fingers...."
Yvette brought her hand to my mouth and slipped two
fingers through my aroused, red-pouty lips. I sucked her
fingers like it were the sweetest, biggest cock I'd ever
had in my mouth. She pulled her wet fingers away and
dropped it to my pussy. I felt her fingers dip into my
waiting cunt , she pulled them out and I begged her not
to tease. She slid them back in and searched for my g-
spot. The cries and moans that escaped my throat told her
she hit the spot. Not once, did Yvette's mouth and tongue
leave my clit.
I barely opened my eyes and saw Cyrene's hand between
Yvette's thighs, fingers masterfully snaking around
Yvette's hot, little cunt. Cyrene spread Yvette's
glistening, butterfly-lips and tugged at them, stretching
them out a distance. I looked at Cyrene's pussy, her clit
seemed even more enlarged, she pumped it between two
fingers almost violently. To me, it looked like she was
jerking-off a little boy's cock. She plunged her fingers
into her dripping, cunt hole and slid them back to her
clit to pump it more.
Yvette sucking and fingering my cunt - the wet sounds of
three pussies getting fucked - the scent of sweet, female
sex - Cyrene sucking my tit, like a baby milking it, and
her almost obscene clit - was all too much. I grabbed
Yvette by the hair, pulled her hard, on my throbbing cunt
and screamed, "I'm cumming!"
Yvette seemed to position herself squarely between my
thighs, but pulled her mouth off my spastic pussy. She
used a thumb and finger to continue pumping my clit, her
other hand furiously rubbed my g-spot and she opened her
mouth wide. I lifted my ass off the edge of the tub and
came.
I watched stream after hot, liquid stream, gush into
Yvette's mouth, all over her face, neck and chest. She
licked and smacked her lips, swallowed cum that collected
in her mouth, and opened wide again to receive more of my
girl, fuck juice.
Cyrene gasped and brought her face next to Yvette's, both
sisters relished in the hot cum squirting at them. My
orgasm slowly subsided, the rest of my cum ran down
between my butt cheeks. Both Cyrene and Yvette licked and
sucked at my pussy and ass, cleaning me of my clear,
sticky juice.
"Tia baby," swallowed Yvette, "your cum is sweeter than
sugar-water." She licked the crease between my smooth
pussy and inner thigh.
Cyrene sucked her bottom lip and nodded an, "Mmm..." in
agreement. She looked both shocked and fascinated by what
just happened.
I finally rested my ass back on the tub and heavily
panted, watching my sisters' French-kiss. Eventually they
stood and pulled me to my shaky legs. The three of us
shared a passionate and loving kiss. Cyrene pulled her
shirt off, and pressed her body against my back, her
indecent clit, excitedly rubbed my ass. Yvette, pushed
herself against my front, but leaned over my shoulder to
tongue kiss our older sister.
Together, our bodies felt warm, soft and perfect, like
three flowers enhancing each other in a flawless bouquet.
END
Writer's comments:
Parts of this story, are based on my personal true-life
experiences, though embellished for reading pleasure. If
it, in any part, resembles another's situation, it is
purely coincidental. Names have been altered.
To contact me, you may write to: SweetestWitch@aol.com.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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