Chapter 1
So you wonder what a sister team can do, do you? Well sit down and read this book, and by the time you finish, I'm sure you will regret not having a sister. Or, if you do, you'll regret not having one like mine.
Emily is a year older than myself, and she thinks a great deal more experience than her little sister, but she has taken me on so many adventures, gotten me screwed by so many men, plugged full at orgies, that at this point, I don't think it matters any longer.
It was on my eighteenth birthday that Emily took me out, supposedly for my first drink. We went down to a neighborhood bar and sat there for a couple of hours, hitting the bottle.
Then at last, Emily got around to her real purpose for this time.
"You ever been laid, honey?" she asked.
"Laid," I exclaimed. "What upstanding girl of eighteen would still have a cherry?"
"That's the girl," she said. "That's what I like to hear. Now we can get down to business."
"Business?" I asked.
"Yeah. How long do you suppose it will take you to pack up and get out of the house?"
"About ten minutes," I answered, eagerly.
"How would you like to live with your sister in the big city?"
"You're on!" I cried, jumping from my seat, throwing my arms around her.
It was just about that time that I noticed this young good looking stud sitting back against the juke box giving me the eye. And from what I could see, he surely had a nice piece of meat hanging between his legs.
"Emily," I confided, "look at that one over there. Do you think he really wants me?"
"Do I think he really wants you. If he stared any harder, your jaws would fall off."
"Oh, good," I cried, "tell me how my technique is," I said with a wink, hopping off my seat again, taking my drink in my hand and moving over in his direction.
"Hi, sweetheart," I said, taking a deep breath to show off my huge tits. "I couldn't help but notice that you were staring at me," I continued.
"There's a lot to stare at."
"That's for sure," I went on.
"Who's the dame with you?"
"That's no dame! That's my sister," I said.
"She's a looker, too."
"It runs in the family, "I answered, confidently.
"What say you and I go for a ride, baby?" he asked, reaching out and touching my shoulder with his hand, letting it brush over my sweater, down over my tit, and finally away from my body.
"Well you can pretty much see what I have to
() offer, but I don't have any idea how much you have."
"How's ten inches sound to you?"
"Sounds like fun, if you're telling it straight."
"It's not straight yet, but I'm sure you can do the job."
"You're on," I said, "just let me tell my sister where I'm going."
I turned and shook my ass all the way across the bar, sure that he was taking in every detail.
"Good show," Emily said when I was close enough.
"Good show nothing. The show hasn't begun yet. He asked me to go for a ride with him, and I agreed, of course. You know how it is with us girls. But the thing I didn't tell him is that where I go, my sister comes with me. What do you say? He says he has ten inches, suppose he can satisfy the both of us."
"We'll at least give him a chance," Emily said, taking in the handsome stranger standing across the room.
"Okay, it's set, then," I said, turning in his direction, inhaling deeply, sticking my boobies straight up in the air. Regally, I held my hand up high above the head and formed a "V" with my second and third finger.
At first he looked puzzled, but then as the meaning sunk in, the smile formed on his lips and he began walking in our direction.
"Do you suppose you can take care of the two of us," I asked, when he got there.
"I can take care of as many as you can supply."
"That's what you think," I answered, turning to Emily. "Emily, get out our address book."
Emily reached into her carry-all and produced an address book that looked like the Manhattan Yellow Pages.
He let out a low whistle, and I was convinced that we had impressed him sufficiently.
"Okay, pay the bartender for our drinks and we'll be waiting for you at the door," I said as Emily and I began walking across the room.
I was glad that the wolf whistles were coming from behind us. Glad that this stud knew that we could have our choice of the bar.
He was hot on our trail. We'd just stepped out the door when his stupid, smiling face appeared.
"Right this way, ladies," he said, taking each of us by the arm and directing us across the street to a waiting automobile.
"Where are we going," I asked him when we were in the car and I was seated between my sister and the dark handsome stranger.
"I don't know. Do you girls have a place?"
"Yeah, we have a place, but what do you do, live in the street?"
"No, but my place is unavailable," he answered.
"Why?" I chimed in.
"My wife is there," he answered.
"Oh, you have one of those," I answered, nonchalantly. "Makes no difference to us. All we're looking for is a hot time in bed. We don't care if we ever see you again. Isn't that right, Emily."
"Right you are."
"You girls got yourself a deal," he said. "Where do I go?"
Emily gave him directions and he pulled out from the curb.
We hadn't gone a block before I reached over, pulled his zipper down and reached in to see what treasures his pants were hiding.
"Oh, it's nice and big, even when it's soft," I said, turning to Emily.
"Good time, kid, keep working."
"Is it really ten inches?" I asked him.
"You'll see, baby. Just keep that manipulation up and you'll have it up in a minute."
'Who as a minute?' I said, leaning over, squeezing my head down between his stomach and the steering wheel, and began nibbling on the limp flesh.
In seconds it began to harden ... thicken to an unbelievable size. This stud wasn't kidding. He was telling it like it was when he'd given us the description of his tremendous, beautiful prick.
I pulled my hot lips off his cock and looked at Emily.
"He wasn't kidding. He really has what he claimed to," I said. "Take a look at this," I continued, leaning back in the seat and practically pulling Emily's body across my own.
"Hey, sugar, we got ourselves a winner this time. Let me have a crack at it, will you?"
"Sure," I said. "Change position with me."
Emily leaned forward in the seat and I slid underneath to the spot where she was. She resettled in the middle. In a second her head had disappeared down behind the steering wheel and the only sound I could hear was the driver moaning and it sounded like Emily was gargling.
"Don't use it all up, Emily," I called out, laughing, as I saw her head bobbing up and down furiously, working away on that thick piece of meat.
He was moaning so loudly now I was afraid we were going to have an accident.
"I have an idea," I chimed in, "why don't you let me drive and the both of you can get in the back seat and go to it until we get to your apartment, Emily."
In a flash, Emily's head was up in the air, smiling. "That's a good idea, Seal," she said. "Pull over," she continued, talking to our friend.
He was brewing also, and in a second he was pulling into the curb. Emily was already crawling over the back seat, getting ready for the stud.
When everybody had" repositioned themselves, I turned the ignition key on and began to pull away from the curb.
I wondered if I should tell him then that I didn't have a license ... wondered if I should tell him that this was the second time in my life that I had ever been behind a steering wheel. But I decided not to bother him. It might upset him, and Emily might not be able to get full use out of that cock of his.
And besides, then I looked in the rear view mirror, the two of them were too involved to realize what I was doing.
I pulled out into the street and began going east. Everything was fine until I hit the intersection and didn't know which way to go. I knew sixth avenue was still further east and so I just proceeded across the avenue and down.
At last I found Washington Square Park and knew right around, on the other end, was Emily's apartment. Right on Fifth Avenue.
I decided I could either go around or cut right through the park, drive around the fountain and go under the Arch. That seemed to be the fastest way, so I cut into the park.
I couldn't imagine why all those people were screaming and carrying on, but I supposed that it was because of my beauty. I'd stunned them all, to say nothing of the pigeons that I sent flying in all directions.
At last I was going under the arch and up Fifth Avenue.
At first I thought I might have a problem. All these cars were coming down at me. They were very nice, they all moved to one side and let me go up. I reached Emily's apartment building and pulled up in front of the curb.
"Okay, you two, decock," I announced. "We're here."
"By the way, what the hell is your name," I asked the guy as he sat up in the seat. "Tony," he answered.
"Hi'ya, Tony, I'm Seal, and the one who's been blowing you is Emily."
The sudden formality seemed to set him back a little, but nothing like when he looked out onto Fifth Avenue and realized we had driven the whole way in the wrong way.
"How'd you get here? You're facing the wrong direction!"
"I just drove through the park and under the arch and came right up the avenue. What's wrong with that?"
"Oh, no, you're kidding," he began, leaning back in the seat.
"No, I'm not. I never kid about things like that," I went on, smiling.
"Let's get out of the car."
"I have to move this thing, the cops would crucify me if they saw the car parked the wrong way on Fifth Avenue, next to a fire hydrant."
"Don't worry about them. We know the cops on this beat, don't we, Emily?" I said, turning in her direction and giving her a big wink. But she was too busy, playing with his prick; too busy fondling it, kissing it, hugging it.
Suddenly he sat up, pushed his cock back into his pants and got out of the car.
"Move over, Seal," he demanded, "let me straighten this mess out.
I couldn't understand what he was making such a big deal out of. We were here, and we were parked, and I didn't have an accident. That was something to be thankful for.
Emily was sitting in the back seat now, readjusting her clothing as Tony pulled out of the parking space, made a U-turn and pulled into another available space on the other side of the street.
"What are you, some kind of conformist?" I asked.
"No, I just don't want the car to be towed away."
"Okay, let's get out of here," I said. "Let's get up to the apartment."
"Okay," Emily said, leaping from the car and waiting for the two of us to join her.
The doorman held the door open for us, and as we walked by him, I gave him a little pat on the ass. He nearly had a stroke on the spot.
As soon as we were upstairs in the apartment Emily locked the door behind us and began pulling off her clothing, right there, in the foyer.
She unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it down over her arms and exposed her two perfect knockers. The tips were hard ... firm, pointed upward. Tony was already licking his lips.
"Come on, sweetheart, get comfortable, "I said, walking up to him, and beginning to unbutton his shirt.
But when I had it open, I smiled appreciatively at the heavily muscled chest that was covered with thick black hair.
I began tugging at his pants as he slid his shirt over his shoulders.
I pulled them down as he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of them. I reached up again and pulled down his underpants; pulled them all the way off. Now he stood completely naked in front of us. His body was beautiful; thick with muscle, covered with hair; all man.
Emily was already naked and I was the only one fully clothed now. I jumped to it, stripping off everything I was wearing. Emily nor I wore underclothing, so we could be out of our things in a jiffy.
Here we are, the three of us, naked ... hot ... ready for action.
"Well, don't just stand there looking stupid.
Get over here," I demanded, taking him by the hand and leading him down the hallway into the bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, there," I said, pointing to the bed.
He moved into the middle of the bed and pulled me along with him. His lips crushed down onto mine and my mouth opened, allowing his tongue to move in, to explore the inside of my mouth, to push itself down my throat. At the same time, Emily was moving onto the bed, moving between his spread legs and taking his hard hot cock into her mouth. She was sucking crazily, now, from tip to end. Her fingers roamed over the hard flesh of his thighs, tickling his legs as she went.
I was squirming all around, now. He was getting me hotter each second, as that tongue of his worked wonders. He'd moved it from my mouth, down along my neck and now he was sucking on my tits, taking one of the big nipples and then the other into his mouth.
Emily was groaning out loud as he began bucking his hips up and down on the mattress, filling her mouth with his stiff joint.
I looked down at Emily's bobbing head and realized she was having a real hot time of it; realized that the prick would be her territory, and I would have to get my pleasure from his mouth ... his tongue; would have to make him eat my pussy.
I decided to wait for Emily to make the first move; decided to wait until she had gone and got to riding that tool before I moved from my position before I did anything. Until then, I'd lay here passionately and let him suck my tits, feel my body, finger fuck cunt, all the while he was getting a good blow job from my sister.
I knew Emily couldn't hold out much longer, and I was right, for in a moment her head was off his prick and she was moving up between his hairy legs, positioning her cunt right over the ten inch horse cock and lowering her body down over it.
I saw the tip of his huge prick plowing open her cunt lips and slipping into her soft flesh, until finally, it disappeared and Emily was sitting on his whole tool.
He began bucking his hips up and down, slowly at first, as Emily lifted and lowered her body in response to his demands.
His finger was moving around in my cunt now, faster than ever before, and I knew he was burning hot; knew he was ready for me to straddle his chest, move up there and sit on that handsome face of his.
I pulled his hand out of my cunt and placed myself in my new position, inching slowly up along his broad torso until at last his mouth made contact and his tongue flipped out of his mouth and caught me at the entrance to my hole. His tongue moved snake-like, in and out, as he licked at the walls, licked at my clitoris. His hands reached up and he grabbed hold of my melons, squeezing them ... massaging them, as his tongue worked faster on my cunt.
I reached down and tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him up even tighter against me, wiggling my own body down onto his face even harder. It was beautiful ... fantastic pleasure and I was savoring every second of it, enjoying every moment that his tongue was doing its magic up tight in my hole.
Judging from the moans coming from behind me, Emily was having as good a time as I was, and certainly our stud friend was enjoying himself, having two beautiful women at his disposal-having the two of us work on his body at the same time, giving him pleasure in different ways.
"Come on, hump me good," I heard Emily's voice behind me. "Give me that big prick, baby, let me groove on it."
Her own words triggered a chain reaction in my own body and I began grinding my pussy down onto his stiff tongue.
"Whoopie!" I yelled, "This is just too grand. Much too, too good for words," I said, spreading my beautiful thighs very wide so that he could get his nose up there too.
I don't know if you've ever had a nose job before, but it is delicious and, of course, only if you have a nice clean cunt. Because if you don't, he can't stand the smell to give you the nose job. But if you do, he'll really go crazy. He'll reach up and grab your tits and squeeze and bang and fuck like silly. And if your sister happens to be sitting on this stud's prick, well then, you should really get him very hot ... if you and your sister really like each other. But you know how it was with Emily and I. We just simply adored each other and were really looking after each other's best welfare. So when I began going crazy and getting this stud real hot and real bothered, she really got it too. His hips were flying up in the air and she was taking every single fraction of an inch of that ten inches and lovin it. Her lips were just drooling from pleasure and her big tits bounced up and down with each movement that she made.
My tits would bounce, too, except his big hands were covering them, squeezing them, massaging them, and really giving me a good feel job.
I really was in the mood for some hot cock, so I looked over my shoulder. "Hey, Emmy," I said, "How about switching roles for a little bit. I really would like a piece of that cock, too."
"Of course you can. You know we share everything," she answered, demounting and moving up along the bed.
In a jiff I was up in the air and I pulled my snatch away from his tongue which was still sticking out of his mouth. Needless to say, Emily took my place and slid down onto his face and filled her cunt with that stiff tongue of his. I was down between his legs now, admiring his beautiful cock; looking at those beautiful balls hanging down between his thighs.
In a moment of madness I jumped up in the air and fell down, filling myself with cock, stuffing my cunt full of that beautiful, hard muscle standing between his legs.
"C'mon baby, give me a ride!" I cried out. "Give me that beautiful cock of yours!"
At the same time, Emily started crying out her own obscenities: "Eat me, cunt sucker! Give that pussy a twirl," Emily cried out in her own passion.
Three of us were going hot and heavy now. Everybody was bouncing up and down in different directions. Everybody was enjoying themselves. Everybody moaning and groaning and getting a good fuck in one way or another.
"Oh, you beautiful man," I cried out. "Lovely hunk meat, flesh and cock, give it to me. I want it! Everything you have. Inch by inch. "I screamed as I lost myself somewhere in the carnal ecstasy.
I decided right then on the spot I wanted to be ass fucked, and so I pulled my cunt from his huge burning rod and ran frantically into Emily's bathroom and began searching wildly for the vaseline.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "She must have some here, somewhere," I said aloud as I pulled things from her medicine cabinet.
Then suddenly my eyes landed on a jar of hair tonic that one of her chicks must have left in the apartment, and I grabbed it and ran back to the bedroom.
Emily and Tony were going at it like crazy. His hands were up on her tits, kneading the soft flesh as he lifted and lowered her onto his waiting tongue.
His body tensed slightly as I again landed on the bed and began to spread the slippery tonic all over his tool.
When I finished, I raised myself up high and put his rod in my hand, positioned it under my ass hole, and sank heavily down on it. I began to churn. He was almost ready to shoot, and I was trying to catch up, desperately.
I let my finger reach down along my leg and go into my cunt and began moving it in and out with jet speed as I moved up and down along the length of that prick of his, tightening my ass muscles so as to give him a real thrill.
Our bodies were glistening with perspiration now, as our flesh strained and pounded at each other. It was like some weird ritual.
Tony's body looked like some sort of wild snake as his hips moved up, his head moved back, and visa versa. Over and over, to thrill the two of us; to give Emily and I want we wanted.
I opened my legs wider now and began taking longer strokes so that he would really know he was getting fucked. It's one thing to lie there and be passive; one thing to take a couple of inches at a time. But when you want to give him some real thrills, you take it from the cock head, right down to the pubic hair. Over and over, until you've got that stud so out of his mind, he'd do anything you wanted. Until you have him ready to fuck a coconut; that's the way I like my men: ready to fuck coconuts. If you get him to that point, you have the whole game won. They'll never be pleased with anyone else; never be able to be satisfied with another hump. I was sure that by the time Emily and I finished with him, he'd be ready to go home, divorce his wife and move in. We would like that, but, as you know, it would have cramped our style, and there was no room in our schedule for style cramping. We wanted to get as many men as often as possible, and no man alive could ever please either of us permanently. We had agreed on that, and no matter what happened, we would stick to it.
It was tough, at times like this, when there was a big cock sticking up your twat or in your mouth, or in your hole somewhere to keep to that agreement. After all, ten inches is ten inches, but my loyalty to my sister was even stronger.
United we'd fuck; divided we'd finger fuck!
There was too much fun to be had on the open market. Too many good times, too many bed partners available to all lose one chicken in the sea.
This stud was really going at it; really having himself a hot time. A great big ball. Something he could remember for a long time, and he'd have to, because once you've had Emily and Seal, you remember it.
His prick was expanding even inside my ass hole and I tightened my muscles as hard as I could, as I heard Emily moaning, gasping for air and wiggling her pussy. "I'm coming," she screamed, "I'm coming! Eat that pussy. Stick that tongue up there. Wiggle it, move it, let me know you're in there," she gasped as her head fell back.
I began pounding furiously, began practically jumping up and down on his cock, and at least the two of us were coming. The two of us juicing each other and loving every second of it.
That's just the beginning; just the way it started on my eighteenth birthday. As you read on, you'll get to know the two of us much better.