“Just come over, Mom’s going out soon.” She was kidding about the first thing! I was up and out the door in a split second.
When she opens the door, Cindy is wearing her Mother’s grey fox coat and a hat. The hat is a black pillbox with a mesh veil turned upward. The coat goes all the way to the floor and then some. It envelops her.
“I didn’t really tell your Mom that you should come over and fuck me.”
I had figured that.
I locked the door and followed her up the stairs. My willy was already stirring. I was wearing my school jeans and t-shirt but underneath I had on a pair of burgundy lace stretch panties. Cindy led me into her Mom’s room and then let the luxurious fur coat fall open. She was dressed in an all white ensemble of sheer stockings held up by garters attached to a lace belt that rose up her tiny tummy in a sheer sleeve that stopped just short of the swell of her young tits. This chemise was held up by spaghetti straps over her pale shoulders. Her nipples poked out at me. Her face was unspeakably beautiful.
I moved toward her and held out my hand to cup her tiny vulva through the sheer stretched white material of her panties. My other hand went to her stiff nipple and our faces closed together and her lips reached up to mine. We kissed and licked our tongues together and my dick made itself known inside my pants. I hurried to take them off along with my shirt and as I stood in front of her in just my panties she grabbed at me with both hands and got my eager prick out into the open.
“Fuck me big sister” Her eyes were twinkling.
“Yum! Yes I want to! I want to get up inside your pussy!”
Her hands tugged at me and I was painfully stiff. I wrapped my arms around Cindy and pulled her down with me onto the fur coat lying on the floor of her mother’s bedroom. I slid my burgundy panties off and got Cindy laid out with her thin legs splayed wide. I kissed her little red lips some more and felt her writhing beneath me. Moving down I licked her taut nipples and areola and then slid down into her crotch and enveloped her delicate mound with my mouth, sucking at her through the satin mesh panties. She tasted a little bit sour and a little bit sweet. Twyla had taught us to put our panties on after hooking our stockings to the garter belt and so I yanked off Cindy’s panties without removing her stockings and her legs flopped wide open and her slit spread apart, pink and juicy. I went straight for it with my tongue and poked up deep inside.
“OOhhh, Ohh, oooooh, Shon… Shonda… Fuck Me! ” She patted at my head and pulled me up toward her.
“Put your peen in my poon!”
I crawled up and got in position and we used her hands and mine to guide the tip of my penis into her tight but oh so willing vagina.
“is it ok?”
“It’s good, it feels good!” Cindy said as she struggled to get me all the way in. I swear I had gotten bigger down there in the last few weeks, maybe from frequent use or maybe from something else. The volume of semen that shoots out now when I come is way, way more than the little spurts of only a few months ago. And Cindy seemed to get moist inside easily compared to at first when she would need lubrication. Now she was wet! And her hips were working up against me as I was bucking into her. I felt her sharp hip bones and her fluttering abdomen. I settled into a steady rhythm of full, deep strokes. Cindy’s movements rose and fell counter to mine, maximizing our depth and matching my thrusts. She arched up as I pushed in. I was hard and insistent and she was tight and slick. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stared into my eyes.
“Right there, right there…. Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm” went her little girl voice making sweet pleasure sounds. I adjusted so that I was completely up and off of her body, supported on my elbows and knees and only touching where my dick slid swiftly in and out of her wet slit. Her eyes were closed and her head back, her arms up above her shoulders. I was pumping fast and her sounds got faster and louder and then with a wail she locked up and climaxed.
“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” she howled. I felt her contractions and then I slowed. My arms were tired and I sat up and slid my legs under me and hers spread apart even wider. She looked like a little fairy insect spread flat. I pivoted my hips into her and watched my cock enveloped by her lips. My skin was prickly all over. I could feel my semen start it’s unstoppable course, rocked my hips a few more times and then shot a singe long stream, one seizure lasting a full minute. It felt like a ribbon of fire streaking up from my balls , along my ridgid dick and out into Cindy, writhing beneath me.
“Errrrrggggggghhhh” she moaned and I saw white froth seeping out of her canal, around the shaft of my penis. I bucked forward one more time into her and more of my jiz was displaced out of her vagina. I pulled my pecker out and battered her clitoris with the slimy head.
“Oh! Oh!” piped Cindy. She reached down and felt around her sopping hole where my jism was flowing out and down her ass.
“Oooooh, I’m messy! You made a mess!”
. . . . . .
One time at the Mall, mom drops us off and goes off shopping or whatever.
I’m wearing a miniskirt with tights underneath and pumps with heels. I have my cutlets on under a little b-cup bra with a tanktop over it and a loose shirt over that with a wide neck so that it falls off of one shoulder. Mom did a little makeup for me and my hair is lightly curled so it looks wavy. I’m really convincing as a middle teen girl, maybe even sixteen!
Cindy has on little white shorts over her tiny bottom, a long sleeve crop top that shows a little belly and white knee socks and Keds. She doesn’t like wearing heels yet, not out where people can see her wobble. I’ve gotten really good at walking in mine and it makes my butt stick up just right and I bend my back a little and my boobs press forward and I hold my shoulders back. I swing my hips a bit and swish my ass. “Hot chick, who knows what she’s doing!”
We’re itting in the food court and Cindy sees a boy she knows. Cute guy, she likes him from school.
“Bobby, but I want to be called Robert now.” is how he introduces himself.
I can tell he likes Cindy but he seems to be captivated by me as well. He keeps staring at me and stumbling over words when he talks to me directly, since I’m an older girl. His nervousness makes me act all calm and cool. I’m Cindy’s older sister Shonda. I say he should come over to our house after school some time. He’s taller than Cindy but shorter than me, especially in my heels.
“We have to go, bye.”
Later we’re at the Gap looking at sweaters and jeans and halter tops that I would never wear in public when a high school guy comes up to me and starts talking. I get invited to a party that I recognize as being thrown by some popular kids from my school. The guy looks jocky but I can tell he’s considered good looking. He gives me a printed out flyer with an address. He inspects Cindy before adding that it’s high school only, sorry. We commence blushing and giggling after he leaves. “You should totally go” says Cindy.
“Ya, I’d never get invited if they knew who I was.”
. . . . . . .
Bobby, er Robert, comes over on the appointed day after school. We start off on the couch, drinking soda pop and talking about school.
I’m wearing a short skirt with ruffles (because it hides my bulge), my cutlets are in a red satiny miracle bra and with two t-shirts on I look like I’ve got a bit of a rack! Not bad for a skinny girl. My hair is ponytailed except for a lock on either side of my face that hangs loose. I put on a good deal of red lipstick and get pretty confident with the blue eyeshadow.
Cindy is wearing shorts and a tanktop, no bra on her little nubbins. Casual but super cute.
Cindy starts the touching, innocent dragging of her fingertips up and down his arm. Robert seems worried that I’m there with them but I move closer and he gets the message that we’re both ok with it. Wow, two sisters! I wonder if he had ever formed that fantasy on his own?
While he is getting his first kisses with Cindy, I’m playing with his hair and murmering encouragement. I tell him how she likes to be kissed, slow down, use your tongue. I think I see a boner in his pants. I guide his hand up to her boob, over her shirt. It’s just the smallest swell but her nipple is hard and sensitive and I hear her moan of approval. They keep on kissing and I watch. Cindy is touching him playfully, tickling and kneeding his arms and shoulders, putting her hands up under his shirt.
Let’s go upstairs I suggest. Mom won’t be home for a while. We go into Cindy’s room and sprawl on the bed. We’re all rubbing each other over our clothes. Robert is relishing the freedom to touch Cindy any place he wants and she is getting good feelings from his attention. He leans towards me one time and seems like he wants to kiss me too but he pulls back. His eyes linger a long time and his face is flushed.
“Robert, will you show us your cock?” I ask.
“Is it big?” pipes Cindy.
“Just normal” he says, squirming. Cindy touches and squeezes the front of his pants.
“It feels hard”
“Ya, it’s really hard right now. You’re really pretty… you’re both… really pretty”
There are lots of exchanged glances and deep breathing and I encourage Cindy onward with my eyes. Bobby frenches Cindy with enthusiasm and doesn’t stop me as I unzip his pants and get my hand in to squeeze his hard penis. I tug at his jeans and get his cock to peek out of his underpants. Both Cindy and I start stroking his skinny four inch rod and fondling his tight balls that have not a hint of fur on them yet. His scrotum feels wrinkly like a rubbery walnut.
“Do you like blowjobs?” I breathe in his ear.
His face shows that he clearly has never experienced such a thing. He’s unable to answer but stares wide eyed at me. Cindy gets him to stand up and she tugs his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. He sits back down on the edge of the bed and we two kneel on the floor and go after him as a team.
It starts with just one tongue licking him up and down but soon I dive in and get a taste. It just tastes like skin, and a little sweat.
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