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Wet Stories
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Straight Female / 44
Me And My Sister
Me and my sister are a year apart. We were born into a family with money, our father a doctor and our mother's family owners of a very successful business. We attended a private religious school and went to a private college. She was held back a year so that both of us would spend our school years together. We were much alike, but there was one thing where we were quite different.
In the seventh grade at a boy girl party the idea was floated that girls needed to line up and give up their virginities, as some older boys had offered to take care of that for us. We were seven girls that night, and we each did as we were told, got naked from the waist down, and laid across the bed with our legs open and a boy came in wearing a mask and popped our cherry leaving us with our first wet pussy. My sister refused to participate. She was the only one that night that did not get her cherry popped. When I pressured her as to what her problem was she gave me this vomit face, she could never let a dick fuck her.
Well now, that was a surprise. I knew she wasn't gregarious with the boys but that was real, from the pit of her stomach. She told me that she had been friends with the school librarian, a Miss Marsha, and she really liked pussy and having Miss Marsha kiss her pussy. It was Miss Marsha that had told her never to let a dick get to her pussy. I never saw Miss Marsha in the same way again, knowing that she was kissing my sister's pussy.
In college I had a boyfriend and fuck buddy. We fucked mornings before class, met at lunch to fuck and fucked at night. I had to wear black pants on my days off to warm him not to get too close. My sister was around, and although our intent wasn't to fuck in front of her, we did. A lot. She wasn't impressed by his dick or sticking his dick in my pussy. By then she had met this girl Carol who was a couple of grades ahead of us and they were licking pussy.
Again, there was no intent on having anyone watch, but finding my sister on the couch with her legs up and Carol deep in her pussy left little to the imagination. If I could fuck in the open, she could eat pussy in the open. Curiously when she and Carol spoke about each other they used the world 'lover', not girlfriend. They ate pussy a lot, and of course other things girls do with each other. Miss Marsha had taught my sister well.
It was a cold November day when I suggested to her that we switch sides. I would take on Carol and she would let my boyfriend fuck her. I convinced her by telling her that watching her and Carol drove me mad and I wanted to eat pussy, and better still have Carol eat my pussy. She just had to lay there and let my boyfriend fuck her.
My turn with Carol was eye popping. Carol decided that if I was going under, she was going to make me regret ever trying dick. My boyfriend on the other hand felt that this was his chance to put my sister in her place. He turned her over onto her stomach and fucked her first in her vagina and finished by fucking her in the ass. My sister's reaction to all that was that dick sucked.
We graduated and had to either return home to our small town, which was out of the question seeing as we had become quite worldly while we were in college. And Carol wasn't going to go live in our small town. So we opted for Chicago, Carol moved in with us and the three of us lived as roommates. Only amongst closest friends, and other lesbians, did they talk about being lovers. They were lovers, they lived together and slept together. In our apartment, there were no boundaries and they had as much sex behind the closed door as they did out on the couch. Carol made love to her, looking straight into my eyes. She never did stop wanting me again.
After I met the man that I married, John, and we had separate living arrangements. Carol and my sister lived together and John and I moved in together and open air sex was no longer the thing to do. Sure, holding hands or a kiss now and then, but the blatant open sex was a thing of the past. I kept my sister posted on how often John fucked me and she kept me posted on how often Carol fucked her.
By the time I was in my thirties I had children and Carol and my sister were Aunts. We decided to go to New York, just the four adults, to see a play and just have fun. Hotel rooms are so expensive that we took a one bedroom king sized bed and agreed we would have an all nighter, no holes bared. No pussy was off limits. It gave me great pleasure, as in over the top pleasure, watching John fuck my sister. My sister didn't have the same pleasure watching Carol eat my pussy. Of course mix and match was the order of the day so my sister sucked cock and I ate pussy, Bottom line, we just switched lovers for the night. Having sex together is just something that we can't resist.
In the seventh grade at a boy girl party the idea was floated that girls needed to line up and give up their virginities, as some older boys had offered to take care of that for us. We were seven girls that night, and we each did as we were told, got naked from the waist down, and laid across the bed with our legs open and a boy came in wearing a mask and popped our cherry leaving us with our first wet pussy. My sister refused to participate. She was the only one that night that did not get her cherry popped. When I pressured her as to what her problem was she gave me this vomit face, she could never let a dick fuck her.
Well now, that was a surprise. I knew she wasn't gregarious with the boys but that was real, from the pit of her stomach. She told me that she had been friends with the school librarian, a Miss Marsha, and she really liked pussy and having Miss Marsha kiss her pussy. It was Miss Marsha that had told her never to let a dick get to her pussy. I never saw Miss Marsha in the same way again, knowing that she was kissing my sister's pussy.
In college I had a boyfriend and fuck buddy. We fucked mornings before class, met at lunch to fuck and fucked at night. I had to wear black pants on my days off to warm him not to get too close. My sister was around, and although our intent wasn't to fuck in front of her, we did. A lot. She wasn't impressed by his dick or sticking his dick in my pussy. By then she had met this girl Carol who was a couple of grades ahead of us and they were licking pussy.
Again, there was no intent on having anyone watch, but finding my sister on the couch with her legs up and Carol deep in her pussy left little to the imagination. If I could fuck in the open, she could eat pussy in the open. Curiously when she and Carol spoke about each other they used the world 'lover', not girlfriend. They ate pussy a lot, and of course other things girls do with each other. Miss Marsha had taught my sister well.
It was a cold November day when I suggested to her that we switch sides. I would take on Carol and she would let my boyfriend fuck her. I convinced her by telling her that watching her and Carol drove me mad and I wanted to eat pussy, and better still have Carol eat my pussy. She just had to lay there and let my boyfriend fuck her.
My turn with Carol was eye popping. Carol decided that if I was going under, she was going to make me regret ever trying dick. My boyfriend on the other hand felt that this was his chance to put my sister in her place. He turned her over onto her stomach and fucked her first in her vagina and finished by fucking her in the ass. My sister's reaction to all that was that dick sucked.
We graduated and had to either return home to our small town, which was out of the question seeing as we had become quite worldly while we were in college. And Carol wasn't going to go live in our small town. So we opted for Chicago, Carol moved in with us and the three of us lived as roommates. Only amongst closest friends, and other lesbians, did they talk about being lovers. They were lovers, they lived together and slept together. In our apartment, there were no boundaries and they had as much sex behind the closed door as they did out on the couch. Carol made love to her, looking straight into my eyes. She never did stop wanting me again.
After I met the man that I married, John, and we had separate living arrangements. Carol and my sister lived together and John and I moved in together and open air sex was no longer the thing to do. Sure, holding hands or a kiss now and then, but the blatant open sex was a thing of the past. I kept my sister posted on how often John fucked me and she kept me posted on how often Carol fucked her.
By the time I was in my thirties I had children and Carol and my sister were Aunts. We decided to go to New York, just the four adults, to see a play and just have fun. Hotel rooms are so expensive that we took a one bedroom king sized bed and agreed we would have an all nighter, no holes bared. No pussy was off limits. It gave me great pleasure, as in over the top pleasure, watching John fuck my sister. My sister didn't have the same pleasure watching Carol eat my pussy. Of course mix and match was the order of the day so my sister sucked cock and I ate pussy, Bottom line, we just switched lovers for the night. Having sex together is just something that we can't resist.
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