Her and Baby Sister

Way back in the last century, when I was 19, I had a g/f the same age. B. was short ( 5' 2"), teddy bear shaped with C cup tits, out of synch with her body type, and a big ass with a nice shape. She was chunky but really cute, I was initially drawn to her pretty face. She came from a large, well-to-do family. Her parents would often go to a second home in Florida for the weekends, leaving her to care for her 15 year old sister, D. She loved little sis, was protective of her, but, allowed perhaps even encouraged drinking and smoking. They were very open about their sexual experiences with one another. B. was my sexually voracious equal, but, oddly didn't like giving or receiving oral . She was my first, but, I wasn't her's. Before we ever fucked, she acted uncomfortable while I felt her up, and though she grasped my erection very willingly, and stroked me with gusto, she was displeased when I came in her hand. I swore I would get it up again in a hurry, but, she just found the sight of a spurting cock distasteful. We first fucked on the floor of her parent's cavernous family room, completely nude, and terrifically stoned. She had mounted me for the second go round, and I caught movement to my right and saw D. spying on us. She went back upstairs when she saw me looking. I stayed quiet but D. asked us questions at the breakfast table the next morning, like, " How many times did you do it ? " and , "Which position does it go in the deepest ? " I was surprised and a bit embarrassed but B. acted like she got off on discussing it. She told me later that D. had a g/f who had a black b/f that they had shared, and he was supposedly well-endowed. This had titillated B. to no end as I'm pretty normal at six and a half inches. I introduced B. to a younger friend, S , 16 years old, who was hung with an eight and a half inch cock, and they fucked in the back seat of my VW Bug, her mounted on him, as I watched.
It was B. who suggested S. and I come over the next time her folks were away. S. and I were pot-smoking miscreants but B. was a serious juicer. I knew D. drank and smoked cigarettes with B. but I didn't know about anything else. B. explained the "rules" before our date. I was allowed to look at D. all I wanted, but, could not touch, nor could she touch me. However, S. could touch both of them, indeed, full access. I balked but agreed.
We arrived on the night agreed, S. having scored some of Mexico's shittiest weed, but, I had a few grams of Morocco's finest hash. We rolled a couple of big ones, hash-loaded, in those days called a " bomber ". I also had some cheap wine, but B. was well into a bottle of rum when we got there. D. acted shy of S., even though she went to a private school and had never laid
eyes on him. We all smoked a bomber, and relaxed, listened to music. D. excused herself for a shower, and when she left the room, I began undressing. That was S's cue, and he did the same. We stood there, naked, stroking our boners, and B. stood and pulled off her sleeveless shift, nude underneath. I fucked her in three different positions before I came and held her in a headlock while S. rammed her hard. She came several times before he blasted his load deep inside her.
D. returned from the shower with a towel wrapped around wet hair, and one around her torso. Upon seeing us nude, she dropped the one around her torso, and struck a pose. She stood 5', 6", had 34 d cup tits, a killer figure including a gorgeous ass. S. began stiffening again, immediately, and so did I. " Playboy quality ! " S. remarked, and I nodded approvingly. D. got on her knees and began sucking S's fresh hardon. B. was shocked and screeched " Oh my god, what are you doing ?" at her little sis. D. looked at her and frowned. " I'm sucking his dick, what does it look like ? " Bonnie argued and spat indignation, and I asked her to, "Please don't kill the mood !" She got angrier, and stomped out of the room. I followed and tried to calm her down but, she poured a large glass full of rum, splashed in a shot of Coke, and proceeded to get drunk. It went badly from there. She passed out on a couch and S. and I spit-roasted D., he plowing her gash while I fucked her face. B. was never the wiser, as far as I know. We broke up a year later for another reason altogether.

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