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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. No attachments please. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 22