Once I finally got to see what Pam’s bare breasts looked like, I immediately realized that her little breast-buds were so small that a bra was a completely optional piece of clothing for Pam, and one that she didn’t really need to wear–that is, unless she wanted to wear a heavily-padded bra just to make her breasts look bigger when she was out in public.
On the other hand, Jen definitely needed to wear a bra to support her large breasts, and she still had her white bra on that she was wearing underneath her T-shirt. So Jen nonchalantly undid the clasp that was conveniently located between her two breasts, and she pulled her bra off to free her boobs from captivity. She tossed her bra to me, saying to me, “Here’s a souvenir for you.”
I examined the bra for a moment, and couldn’t help but notice that the inside portions of the two cups were thickly padded, which is something that I didn’t think that Jen needed, since her bare breasts were already on the large side. And I tossed Jen’s padded bra right back to her, telling her, “I don’t want your bra. I want your panties.”
“You can’t have my panties, mister! That’s where I draw the line,” Jen remarked playfully.
Then Jen and Pam both giggled and laughed as they let me stare at their bare breasts for a few minutes.
Jen’s breasts are substantially larger than Pam’s breasts are, and they have a completely different shape and coloration to them.
And the two women’s nipples couldn’t look any more different from one another:
Pam has large, puffed-out, dome-shaped areolas that stick out a couple of inches from her small breast-tissue mounds. She also has long, sparsely-placed, dark-brown hairs growing out all around the edges of her dark-skinned areolas, making them look even more attractive (much sarcasm intended). And to top things off, Pam’s nipples just about blend right in with her areolas, looks-wise. Her nipples look like dime-size, circular, ever-so-slightly-protruding shapes that grace the tops of her two dome-shaped areolas.
On the other hand, Jen’s nipples are definitely on the long side. They had to be almost an inch long when I saw them for that first time. And they stick straight out of her chest, looking like tiny reddish-colored cylinders. And although Jen’s actual nipples are long, her surrounding areolas are very small in diameter, and are just a slightly-darker shade of red than her nipples are.
At any rate, after showing me their bare breasts, both women turned 90 degrees on their knees to face each other, so that I was now looking at their profiles.
And then they shocked me when–without saying a word to each other–they each took turns playfully rubbing their nipples against the other girl’s nipples.
“Are you guys lovers, or something?” I just had to ask, because of the ease in which the two women cooperated with each other’s non-verbal body cues.
Jen spoke up, “No. We’re just friends nowadays. However, let’s just say that Pam and I have practiced having sex with each other during our numerous sleepovers, long before either of us ever had our first boyfriend. How else is a young girl supposed to learn how to French-kiss and make out properly?”
“I don’t have an answer for that one,” I said. “But that’s enough with the tittie-rubbing stuff already. Pam, I want you to go sit down on the floor again, right next to the bed, and don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Sure, Gary,” the still-naked Pam said, and then did exactly what I told her to do.
Then I turned my attention back to my naked sister, who was still kneeling on top of the bed.
“Jen, be a darling, and lay down on your fucking back, and spread your fucking legs apart for me, would you?”
“Like this?” Jen asked, after she had moved around on top of the bed to get into the lying-on-her-back, legs-spread-apart body position that I wanted her in.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” I replied.
I climbed back on top of the bed, between my sister’s spread thighs, and knelt down, before using my pelvis to carefully maneuver the head of my erect dick very close to Jen’s bare pussy crack.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gary?” Jen reacted.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m getting ready to fuck you, Jen. And you’re gonna let me do it–while your best friend watches us go at it.”
“But that wasn’t the deal. You told me I could fuck Rex, instead of you.”
“Well, after giving it some further thought, the way I see it, Rex already got his rocks off inside Pam’s pussy. And now it’s my turn to get my rocks off inside yours. It’s either that, or I’ll show Mom and Dad the video. So are you gonna play nice, or not?”
“God damn it, Gary! Why do you want to fuck me? I’m your sister, for Christ’s sake. It’s just not right!”
“No, but it is exciting and erotic as shit! Don’t tell me that my package doesn’t turn you on. Because I know it does. Just like your pussy turns me on. Heck, everything about you turns me on. I’ve been secretly fantasizing about having sex with you ever since I reached puberty. I just never had the balls before to act on my fantasy.
“But now I do. And thanks to that wonderful cell phone camera footage that you and Pam just provided me, you really don’t have any other choice but to let me fuck you right now.
“In fact, come to think of it, I’ve got a much better idea. Instead of you just lying there like a limp rag and letting me hump away at your little pussy–because I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you were getting ready to do–I want you to actually make love to me, and treat me just like you would your own boyfriend.”
“Frank’s gonna kick your ass for raping me like this!” Jen threatened.
“No, he’s not. How is that jerk boyfriend of yours ever going to find out about all this, unless someone in this room right now tells him? Besides, I’m not raping you, sis. I’m blackmailing you into having sex with me. There’s a big difference.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Jen asked sarcastically.
“The big difference is that you actually want me to have sex with you right now. You’re just too afraid to admit it to yourself, and to me, and to your best friend here,” I explained, giving a quick head nod towards Pam.
“How do you know that?”
“Call it brother’s intuition, if you will. I see how you look at me whenever I’m walking around this place without a shirt on. And I see how you’re staring at my hard-on right now. You want to reach down and touch it, don’t you?”
Jen didn’t answer me. She just kept staring at my fully-erect dick and my balls.
“Well, don’t you?” I asked her, much more forcefully this time.
“Uh-huh,” Jen softly admitted to me as she ever-so-slightly nodded her head. But she was very hesitant about actually reaching down to my crotch and touching my dick.
“Well, go right ahead, sis. You’ve got everything to gain and nothing to lose. I mean, I already know what a horny slut you are, deep down inside. And so does Pam. You don’t have to try to hide it from us anymore. So you might as well go ahead and touch my bare junk, ‘cuz I’m getting ready to touch yours right now.”
And instead of waiting for my older sister to hopefully find the courage to reach down into my crotch and touch my bare junk, I immediately reached across to her crotch and touched the end of Jen’s hood-covered clit with the tip of my middle finger. And I began to use the tip of my finger to steadily-but-gently rub her clitoris at a moderate pace, using the kind of small circular motion that most women seem to enjoy a lot, according to the online female masturbation porn videos that I’ve watched.
I could tell that my sister was trying her best not to outwardly respond or react to what I was doing to her pussy. Instead, Jen was just lying there, and passively letting me do it to her. It seemed that she was intentionally trying to hide the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying my manipulation of her clitoris.
But I’m absolutely positive that she was enjoying it, because within a couple of minutes of me steadily doing that to Jen’s slender, very-feminine-looking clitoris, her pussy betrayed her when it got noticeably wetter, and her lower body and leg muscles tightened up, until they ultimately began trembling. And I could actually see the rear part of her pussy and her asshole as there were both rhythmically contracting in tandem.
And I instantly knew that I had just managed to hit Jen’s “orgasmic jackpot,” and that she was definitely a “clit girl,” versus being a “G-spot girl.” Perhaps, an explanation is in order.
From my own past observations, I have noticed that the vast majority of women tend to fall into one of two general categories, when it comes to which part of their pussies that their sexuality is primarily focused on. So a woman will have a natural tendency to either be a “clit girl,” or a “G-spot girl.”
You see, what I like to call a “clit girl” is a woman whose sexuality is primarily focused on her clitoris, and secondarily focused on her G-spot area, just inside her vaginal entrance. So it makes perfect sense that, during intercourse, a “clit girl” will inevitably have a strong tendency to reach down into her own crotch and finger-rub her own clitoris.
However, in the case of what I call a “G-spot girl,” things are totally reversed. The primary focus of a “G-spot girl’s” sexuality is her G-spot, with her clitoris playing a secondary supporting role to her orgasmic needs.
The difference between these two basic categories of women is extremely obvious when you watch how they tend to masturbate.
A “G-spot girl” will naturally focus her masturbation efforts on providing maximum stimulation to her G-spot, by inserting her fingers and other foreign objects, like dildos, vibrators, cucumbers, hairbrush handles, etc. up into her vagina and moving those objects around to stimulate the G-spot area of her vagina during her masturbation.
On the other hand, a “clit girl” will feel the strong urge to provide maximum stimulation to her clitoris throughout her masturbation, even though she may reach down and insert a finger or two up into her pussy crack and/or her vagina from time to time, if for no other reason than to keep her clitoris-fondling fingertips lubricated with her own sexual juices.
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