I was home alone, well my stupid sister and her friend was over, as always, during the summer. I had no patience with them but they were the only show in town. My sister was pretty, something I'd noticed more and more as the summer had gone on. Well it was only one week, but time passes slowly when you have all day, every day to fill with things to do. The first three days of freedom I'd burned out on all night video games, frozen pizza and ice cream, but my over indulgence had made me feel almost sick by the third day, so I'd slept, the universal cure.
It worked and I was ready for some new fun, so I biked around, exploring, finding a hobo camp that was pretty scary until they told me they were just hungry guys who tried to scrounge enough money for a bottle of wine. I had my allowance, twenty bucks and I said if they bought me a bottle of something good, they could drink up the rest. That was a great deal to them, so I called my sister and told her I'd be over at my friend's house for the night.
We settled down and drank our stuff, four of us, since the bums knew exactly what was cheapest with the biggest alcohol punch. It was a fruity wine with a higher alcohol content, easy to sip and it sure did pack a wallop. I got scared as I got higher but they assured me I was protected, nobody would touch my bike or my stuff or hurt me. I was in.
I believed them since most of them were just guys in ragged clothes, unwashed with beards, otherwise pretty regular guys. We talked all night, sipping our wine bottles slowly, keeping a good buzz that lasted most of the night until we all dropped off in our various locations around the wood fire we'd tossed branches and trash into as we talked. They'd told me about hoboing around the country, getting jobs when they wanted, cleaning up, even settling down -- 'going regular' they called it, but never for long since sitting up all night, like this, with guys you met on the road was considered the life.
They hated to beg for wine money so my appearance with the twenty bucks had saved a lot of aggravation. They were absolutely true to their word, nobody messed with me even though I was young, stupid to believe them and had a bike worth many nights of wine and hamburgers. It was their code, at least this group's code. They explained I'd lucked out since they were real bums, not druggies who were camping in the woods, looking to score off anybody. They looked down on such people and feared them -- telling me how to recognize them, their look, their eyes, the way they talked. It was quite an education all packed into one night. Long about midnight I asked about sex and women.
They all laughed, one said he'd been sure I'd ask about it eventually, so they all volunteered their experiences on the subject, how to make a woman fuck you, from being nice, getting her drunk to forcing her, making her do it. This last method, forcing them, consumed the rest of the night until we fell asleep, our bottles empty and our heads spinning just enough to ease us into sleep as the fire died down and the moon set. It was pretty cool until I woke up really cold and smelling the unwashed bodies of my fellow bums as they snored around me. I got up and one woke, gave me the eye and waved bye as I got on my bike, showing me they'd have caught anyone trying to mess with us. One of them was an ex-marine so I was sure any druggies who'd come into their camp as they were sleeping, thinking to cage their packs or shoes, would get a damned good beating.
As I walked my bike away, down the dirt path I'd followed to find their hidden camp in the middle of the woods along an abandoned railroad embankment, I was wondering about making a girl do sex with me, using their methods, some combination of what we'd discussed. It had seemed easy when they talked about it, making me eager to see if they were just messing with my mind or they'd really tried them out. They'd told me to see for myself -- find out if they were bullshitting me.
I got home and went to my room, tossed off all my clothes that were not as dirty as I thought they'd be from sleeping on the dirt half the night. One of the bums had asked me if I had a knife and I told him I had, but it was at home when he asked to see it. They all laughed, fat lot of good it would do me at home. I found my knife and put it on the desk. Time to carry it all the time now, they'd drilled that into me, be prepared buddy, shit happens.
I took a quick shower and my sister said mom was wondering where I'd been all night and I told her to mind her business. I'd called and told her I was at a friend's for the night.
"Didn't you tell her?" I said meanly to my sister, using one of the tricks the bums had told me, the fastest way to fuck a girl was to intimidate her in various ways they'd explained to me, they called it pimping her ass, which I'd only heard in rap music. I didn't know it was an entire realm of study devoted to breaking down a girl's resistance to doing sex with a guy. I went up to my sister I'd always been deferential and fairly nice to, well because I thought that's how you get along with females, but now with my new knowledge I went the other way, completely.
"So, did you tell her, Wendy?" getting a quick nod as she tried to shut her door, scared by my new attitude towards her. "No way, I'm coming in," I barged past her to see her cute friend Cindy sitting in the corner with a doll in her hands, a big, ornate one, with a name and expensive dresses both of them had talked their parents into buying for them.
"Patrick, get out!" my sister shouted, demonstrating what one of the bums had pointed out to me, when he'd asked me if my sister was shy about yelling at me. When I'd told them she wasn't. She yelled at me at the slightest insult or provocation. They'd all laughed, telling me she knew how to push someone around better than I did. That had opened my eyes. Now hearing her yell at me, seeing her angry face and defiant posture, I realized she'd been playing me for years.
I went up to her and pushed her back on her bed, "Both of you are going to shut up and never tell anyone about this," I said, undoing my belt and pulling it out, "Or I'm going to whip you both on the ass until you can't sit down for a week," I shook my belt at my sister then at Cindy who tried to hide behind her big doll. "Well, speak to me, are you going to tell?"
They both shook their heads 'no', allowing me to stand there and hold my belt, doing exactly what they'd suggested around the campfire, be so terrible, make such a huge, scary threat you never had to do it. It had worked - amazing!
Then I was nice. That was pimpin', as the bums explained it to me, being mean, really mean then nice. Afterwards you could be nice since they knew they couldn't mess back, they had to go along with the program. "Okay, who wants a hug?" I asked them, still holding my belt in one hand. My sister stood there, scared and confused but her friend, Cindy, said she did and put her doll down to come up to me. I held her as gently as I could, kissing her head, marveling at how docile she was and affectionate, exactly what I'd wanted.
"Wendy, come here," I told her when her friend Cindy moved back, happy that I was being so nice, easing her fears I'd punish her with my belt. Wendy hesitated and I snapped my belt against the side of my leg, giving her a hard stare. She looked down, not wanting to admit defeat but she shuffled over and I gave her a nice hug as well, showing her my good side. Now it was her choice, hers and Cindy's, if they wanted my mean side or my nice side.
"Now let's play a game," I told them both, moving right along before they had time to come up with any ideas of their own. This was another piece of solid advice from my friends in the woods, 'keep it moving, don't let them react'.
I picked up the big doll that Cindy had dropped next to me when she'd come up for her hug. The large, expensive dolls were highly detailed, meaning they had panties under their long, period style dresses. The one I held was supposedly from the frontier days in a blue gingham dress. She had corn silk blond hair and cute, blue eyes. "Now I want both of you to do what the doll does," I explained quickly, "come on over here," I told them. Cindy complied and Wendy took her time but got next to her friend at last.
"Good," I told them, smiling, to show they'd earned some positive feedback. I lifted one of the doll's arms, holding it in front of me. "Girls?" I asked them when they didn't immediately raise their arms, "don't make me mad!" I growled, glancing back at the bed where I'd tossed my belt.
They both instantly raised their arms, like the doll I was holding. "Good," smiles for both of them, "great, now this," I raised the other arm so it looked like the doll was surrendering to the Wermacht.
Wendy lifted her other arm, like Cindy, both of them complying, magically. It was so easy! "That's the way," I let the doll's arms drop and they dropped theirs. I smiled and Cindy giggled, getting into the silliness of mimicking the doll. I lifted the doll's leg out, making it kick then dropping it. They both kicked, even Wendy was starting to smile, fighting it as it worked across her face.
I kicked one leg then the other, so they were doing a dance, adding arm movements was next and soon they did whatever the doll performed. It was a challenge of sorts, to keep up with the doll and they forgot to rebel against my control over their bodies. I stopped for a moment and they were panting, grinning and looking at each other, feeling silly and amused.
"Girls!" I told them firmly, reasserting control, "look." I lifted the doll's skirt by pushing her hands under her skirt then raising her arms up so her detailed panties showed in the front. "Go on!" I stared at them meanly, but they couldn't quite do it, shy and aghast that our silly game had become sexual and revealing.
I put the doll down on the bed and grabbed my belt, snapping it again, "You're making me mad," I snarled at them, "do you want me to hit you?" I asked them in my imitation parent voice, using a tone and fierce look I'd got from my parents many times growing up. Wendy started to say something, "shut up Wendy, just do it or so help me..." I snapped my belt again then smashed it against the side of my leg, making me wince in pain but emphasizing the fury I was going to unleash on them if they didn't do what I'd shown them with the doll.
Cindy looked down, shamed and apprehensive, the first to comply to my demand as she lifted her skirt to expose her panties. "Good girl Cindy," I told her, stepping forward to kiss her head she kept bowed in surrender to my angry command. "Wendy, don't make me hit you," I barked at her, slapping my leg with the belt again, though not as hard. She looked at me, pained and lost, then her hands moved to her skirt which she lifted so they were both showing me their panties that covered their entire pelvic area, from their waist down to their inviting, chubby pussy mounds that thrust out sexily, easily showing the shadowy slits I wanted to see very soon.
"Good, both of you," I told them, moving up to kiss them on their foreheads, nuzzling Wendy and whispering that she looked so pretty and sexy. It made her blush and murmur a quiet thanks. I hugged Cindy with one arm, the one holding the belt so it looped around her and flailed lightly against her side, a reminder of the iron inside my loving, velvet glove.
"Now walk around, like that, go on, back and forth," I directed them. They started walking, making a little circle around in front of me, "good, now curtsy when you're in front of me, that's it," I directed them, seeing them get the general drift of what I wanted. They circled three times, stopping each time in front of me to curtsy with their skirts held high, exposing their panties, blushing hot pink from the display they made for me. It was losing it's terribly shameful quality, so I had to up the ante again, keeping them off balance and submissive.
"Stop, watch," I told them, "and keep your skirts up," I added, seeing them start to drop them down. I liked seeing their panties as well as the distress it caused them. The two girls' display was very arousing, far more erotically stimulating than anything I'd ever seen.
I picked up the doll again, and turned it around so it's back faced them. I had it bend over then flip up it's skirt so it's panties and bottom showed, "Alright, do it," I told them and they turned, dropping their skirts then bending over and flipping them up and on their backs. "Good, now stay like that," I told them, going over to Cindy who was breathing quickly, almost panting in fear and arousal at doing such naughty things with a boy.
I patted her lower back, then kept patting lower until I touched her panties just above her cute, small round bum that stuck out sexily, wanting to be touched, I hoped. She gasped as Wendy looked over at her friend. "Very nice, you're both so pretty and cute like this," I said, reaching over with my other hand to touch Wendy's lower back then down to the top of her panties as well. Now I was lightly touching each of them on the flat of their backs, near the waistband of their panties.
"Patrick?" Wendy whined, her worry showing, but starting to rebel against this forced intimacy she felt was wrong.
"Shut up," I told her, smacking her bare bottom with a sharp slap. She started to say something again and I moved to her side, snaking an arm around her torso as I slapped her rear end three more times, harder and quicker, making a loud smacking sound as she started to whine, along with Cindy who was getting scared again.
"Sorry, Wendy," I cooed at her, rubbing her burning bottom and feeling Cindy's even though she hadn't been spanked. "You girls just need to relax and you'll be fine," I said warmly, showing them the nice side again. "Wendy does that feel better?" I asked her, sounding maternal and sweet, "tell me Wendy, do you like this better than being spanked?"
"Yes," she blubbered, her body shaking a little.
"Good girl," I told her, feeling Cindy shuddering as well, as I felt all over her cute little bottom, a little fuller than my sister's, nicer to cup my hands around as I felt each of them now, grabbing their ass cheeks through their panties. "Do you like this? Tell me girls, do you?" I asked them, going back to gently feeling over their panties and massaging down onto the tops of their thighs.
They each murmured a nervous 'yes', not wanting to be spanked, learning how to give me the response I wanted quickly.
"Alright, now get up," I told them going back to stand in front of the bed as they rose up and fluffed their skirts down. "Who wants to sit on my lap first, Cindy?" I asked her and she looked down, then walked forward as I sat on the side of the bed. I praised her for her courage and helped her sit on my lap as I hugged her softly. "Wendy, show me your panties as Cindy sits on my lap, hurry!" I told her, as I turned to Cindy, ignoring my sister, making it clear I knew she'd comply and I wasn't even going to check on her.
"Do you like to kiss?" I asked Cindy, glancing over at Wendy who had her skirt up, barely showing her panties. I waved at Wendy, flicking my hand up to show her to raise her skirt higher and saw her frown then lift it up for me. I kissed Cindy on the lips as she looked at Wendy doing what I'd told her. She mewed a little protest, and I quickly whispered in her ear, "do you want me to spank you?"
She whined as she shook her head and I smiled at her, "Good, now do you like to kiss?" I asked her again and she nodded 'yes'. I kissed her and she looked down, shy, so worried about doing such adult and naughty things with me.
"Alright, now go do what Wendy's doing," I told her, slipping her off my lap, "Wendy, come sit on my lap," I gave her a mean look as Cindy's back was turned, a deadly glare that showed she was going to earn a long spanking if she didn't hustle over to hop up on my lap. Her face broke from the defiant frown she'd had when I'd told her to come to me, changing to a lost, hurt, frightened girl who had no choice but to do what I'd told her. She dropped her head, a first for her, starting to act like Cindy who was now holding her skirt high, so I could see a band of light skin above her panties that were fully exposed. A dark vertical line had appeared on the front of Cindy's panties, as her pussy started to get wet, excited and maybe leaking a little pee or something else.
"Wendy do you like to kiss?" I asked her, like I had Cindy. She gave me a lost despairing sigh then nodded quickly as she remembered my sharp temper when she defied me. "Good," I told her, moving in slowly to kiss her, making her agonize as she watched my mouth get closer to hers. Then we kissed lightly, so softly I felt her lips graze ticklishly against mine. She melted, her body softened in my arms as I pulled back then kissed her affectionately again. I murmured in her ear, kissing the side of her head, telling her she was so pretty, that I really liked her a lot. It made her drop her head shyly as I nuzzled her.
I lifted her chin and kissed her mouth again, looking in her worried eyes that began to clear and look back at mine. "I do like you Wendy," I declared warmly, "do you like me?" I asked her, genuinely curious. She nodded slowly, like it was becoming true for her now.
"Hmm," I looked over at Cindy, "Cindy, I want you both to do this," I asked Wendy to give me the doll. I lifted her skirt up, trapping it up with one hand as I pulled at her panties which slowly moved down on her doll legs until they were at her little feet. I stopped and shifted my hips so Wendy slid off to stand next to me as Cindy kept holding her skirt up.
"Go on, Wendy, stand by Cindy, both of you, do it!" I snarled, holding the doll up with her panties pulled down to her feet, then I let the skirt drop, "I want you both to look just like this, hurry!" I reached over to grab the belt, slapping it down loudly on the bed so it made an evil, loud pop.
Wendy gave me another sad, despairing face as Cindy looked at her for direction, then back at me. I slapped the belt again, holding the doll in front of me, "Girls, you're making me very mad!" I told them firmly, gritting my teeth. I got up, slapping the belt against my leg, their final warning.
They both leaned over, Cindy dropped her skirt and they reached up under their dresses, grabbing their panties that I watched them tug down their legs, keeping their skirts down to hide their now naked pussies. I urged them to keep going, praising them now, telling them they were doing it perfectly until they had both pushed their panties to their feet.
"Now walk in your circle and curtsy to me, go on," I told them, making them repeat their circling movements again, this time shuffling as their panties made them take baby steps. "You both look so sexy and hot!" I told them, feeling my own sexual excitement growing. They did look really lewd and risqué, their big, baggy panties pooled and stretched between their ankles as they shuffled around in a tiny circle.
Each time they curtsied, they lifted their skirts a little bit so the hem stayed below their knees. "Good, now higher, lift your skirt higher when you curtsy to me, Cindy," I saw her try to get by with barely raising it higher. "No, again, that's not high enough," I slapped my leg with my belt, impatient with this nascent rebellion, "don't make me mad little girl!" I warned her. She dropped her head, trying to hide her intense humiliation as I saw her skirt rise up above her knees to mid thigh. "Good, like that, each time," I told her, "Wendy?" I saw her move in front of me as Cindy, relieved to drop her skirt she still held in her fists, moved away to circle back around.
Wendy looked at me, her confusion had replaced her anger and defiance now as she tried to work out why I was making them do this, why I'd changed so radically from the easily cowed brother she'd always been able to yell at or threaten. "Wendy, higher, like pretty Cindy does it," I told her, seeing her glance at Cindy, a bit of jealousy showing that I seemed to like her friend now more than her. "Higher Wendy, do it," I slapped my belt, popping it expertly now on my leg so it didn't hurt but made a nasty slapping sound of leather on leather.
Her hands raised higher until I saw her skirt go above her knees, then higher as I kept waving my hand to show her how high I wanted her to go. At last I saw almost all of her shapely thighs, the beginning of the round, hump of flesh inside her legs, just below her sweet pussy. "Good, like that, each time, Cindy?" I dismissed Wendy who dropped her skirt down and moved away, looking back to see how intently I was looking at her friend and rival.
"Cindy you look so hot like that!" I praised her, moving up to kiss her forehead, patting her cheek and then kissing her mouth as she looked up at me, relieved and happy I was pleased by her display. Her skirt hovered, like Wendy's had, just barely covering her naked pussy. I kissed her on the lips again, as a present, winking at her as I smiled, very clearly happy with her. She blushed and smiled as she moved away, keeping her skirt half raised, hoping that would please me even more.
Wendy shuffled up in front of me, her confusion still rattling her mind as I nodded, flicking my hand to show her to lift her skirt, then as she raised it I sighed, "Wendy you're so beautiful, so sexy looking, wow," I told her, leaning in to kiss her, "I really love you," I added, kissing her mouth softly, "show me you love me," I whispered, then looked down at her skirt which she lifted a bit more, getting an immediate kiss from me. I murmured a happy 'yesss' to her, kissing her cheek and telling her she was being so sweet for me. I patted her hip, feeling a little of her naked thigh which made her shudder as she moved off with her hobbled feet.
"Now girls, do this again," I told them, grabbing the doll and making it bend over and flip up her skirt to show her naked bottom, her panties at her feet just like theirs were. They looked at each other, then at me, hoping for a reprieve, but I frowned, smacking my belt for good measure. "Go on, do it!" I told them, shaking the doll at them, "you're making me mad now."
They sighed and turned very slowly, their skirts still tightly held in their fists at their sides, then they pulled them up slowly and worked them up and over their naked bottoms. I moved up after dropping the doll on the bed, smacking the belt on my leg which made them both shake with a jolt of fear that they'd moved too slowly and were going to get a hard whack across their naked, vulnerable bottoms.
"Wendy?" I said, seeing her look back at me, immediately ready to accept my next command. "You look so pretty," I told her, patting her naked bottom, softly, tapping my flat palm over her rump, then feeling her softly, touching her as she looked away, not wanting me to see her reaction to my gentle touch. I moved up between them both.
"You both look so pretty and sexy now," I told them warmly, "I really like you both so much," I kept it up, praising them as I felt their naked rear ends, touching them softly, being as gentle and loving as I could, making them feel how nice being fondled on their most intimate places could be.
"Tell me, do you like this?" I asked them, a touch of real curiosity in my voice. They both mewed light 'yes' responses as I kept feeling their soft, round butts, letting my fingers trail down into their ass cracks which made them both shudder and wiggle with worry and arousal. I sensed their breathing, deeper, faster, more excited as I rubbed over their naked bottoms for a few minutes, always telling them how pretty and sexy they looked, how much I loved them now, loved touching them like this, asking them if they liked it to which they always said 'yes', faster and easier each time.
"Now stand up," I told them moving to the bed again to sit down. "Who wants to sit on my lap and kiss me first?" I asked them, they both nodded their heads nervously, shy and excited in a way they'd never been until now. "How about we make it a contest?" I asked them, "does that sound like fun?" I asked and they nodded and whispered excited 'yes' replies.
"Alright, the girl who lifts her skirt highest gets to sit on my lap first," I told them, making them both glance at each other then drop their heads as they looked at each other again, seeing who was going to lift her skirt first. "Nobody?" I let a slight growl enter my voice, "come on girls," I said urgently, showing my annoyance that they were holding back.
Cindy started to lift her skirt then Wendy did as well, "Good, now let's see who's going to win," I told them, "keep going, yes, great, come on, higher," I urged them on as Cindy pulled hers up faster than Wendy until I could almost see her pussy slit, then she quit, sighing sadly that her shyness and modesty had made her stop. "Hmm, Wendy, looks like you might win," I teased her while telling her I wanted her to out do her friend in exposing her body to me. I watched intently as I felt my penis, hard and throbbing in my pants.
Cindy was panting, her eyes wild and darting around as she looked over at Wendy, then me, hurt that she didn't have the courage to keep going as she saw Wendy's skirt moving up higher and higher until I saw my sister's slit, naked and plump, a shiny, glistening, smear of pussy dew along her inner slit, showing her excitement had made her pee or start leaking nectar from her virgin depths.
"Wendy, come here," I told her, "and keep your skirt up," I reminded her, "you too Cindy, good," I praised her as I pulled my sister on my lap, her naked pussy still showing as she compliantly held her skirt high when I lifted her to sit her naked bottom on my lap, smashing down on my hard cock that lay thick underneath her -- massaged by her shifting rear end. Immediately she felt my cock she'd seen, almost scared by it's outline in my crotch, sticking out slightly.
"Hmm, feels nice," I told her, dropping my hand to her naked upper thigh, hugging her body close to mine as she looked down, letting me kiss her hair and forehead, too shy and overcome by feelings to lift her face to let me kiss her mouth. I hugged her close to me, feeling her solid, warm body against my chest. "You feel so good Wendy, I really do love you so much," I told her, "do you feel that darling?" I told her, feeling romantic and affectionate now. She mewed a quiet 'yes' for me, then I looked over at Cindy.
"Do you want to sit on my lap now?" I asked her, "tell me Cindy," I added, firm and demanding a quick answer. She nodded then I nuzzled my sister. "Should Cindy lift her skirt more?" I asked her, "like you did?" I kept on, "tell me Wendy," I looked over at Cindy who was trying to look away, overcome by where my questions were going. "Wendy, don't you think she should lift her skirt as much as you did?" I asked her, raising her face up to kiss her mouth, making it last a good ten seconds as she started kissing me back, overwhelmed now by her body's reactions and the rushing thrill her naked body on my lap -- feeling my hard penis thick and scary under her bottom.
She nodded when I pulled back, "say it Wendy, should she lift her skirt up now?" I asked her and Wendy gushed out 'yes' nodding again.
"Okay Cindy, you heard her," I told her, "Wendy says for you to lift your skirt up higher," I smiled at her, hugging Wendy to reward her for helping me convince her friend to expose herself for both of us.
Cindy struggled with her modesty then winced as she pulled up her skirt, baring her plump, bigger pussy mound, almost square and very solid looking, a meaty cleft between her fat, fleshy pussy lips.
I moaned with surprise and wonder that made her smile slightly, like she'd won the prize for the fattest, sexiest looking hairless pussy. "Wow, you look so good girl!" I told her, shifting my body so Wendy slid off, keeping her hands she'd worked around my neck to the last moment, then reluctantly letting me go as she stood at my side as I waved Cindy over.
Cindy shuffled over, the sexy baby steps as she kept her skirt up high to let me see her bald pussy and naked hips. The image was so erotic, capturing her submission, her bound ankles setting off her surrender making the entire picture amazingly lewd and stimulating. I lifted her up by grabbing her naked hips and put her bottom right over my hard cock that lay along the side of my lap, pointing up inside my pants.
"Cindy?" I asked her, lifting her face to mine, my hand dropped on her thighs I'd tugged so they were across mine, her knees near my hip. I slid my hand up and down the outside of her thigh, moving up to her hip, then down to her knees, massaging her gently, giving her my loving affection there as I kissed her face I held up to mine with a finger under her chin. She was so worried and excited, taking each of my kisses, closing her eyes to feel my hand slowing then moving over her thighs, pushing them apart slightly then dropping down between them, just a few inches below her naked pussy.
I kissed her harder, longer, as I rubbed my hand up and down between her thighs, feeling her creamy soft skin there, the rise of her inner thigh just below her pussy mound, then I cupped her naked, fat pussy mound, holding my hand there as she wiggled, struggling some. Taking control, I held her tightly against me with my other arm, kissing her until she stopped fighting me, surrendering to the feeling of having my hand touching her most sacred, taboo area.
We kissed a bit longer then I moved back, watching her slowly open her eyes. She glanced down to confirm that I'd put my hand down to cover her plump, wide pussy wedge completely, moving just enough to make her feel the fondling touch of my hand. Her mouth dropped open as she panted with excitement. Her thighs, tightly closed loosened slightly, accepting my hand now, feeling it thrill her with a forbidden, new, very romantic and sexual feeling tingling, burning in her pussy.
"You like it don't you?" I told her, seeing her immediately look away, then nod her head gently.
"Wendy?" I turned to her as she stood in front of us, her skirt lifted halfway up even though I hadn't told her to do it, almost showing her pussy for me. "Come sit here, beside me," I patted the bed beside me, and she moved and turned to sit. "Lift your skirt up completely," I told her, seeing her pull it up so her pussy was showing like Cindy's who sat quietly on my lap, my hand covering her pussy that quivered and wet the underside of my fingers that lay over her slit.
I shifted Cindy so she slipped off my lap to sit on my other side, keeping my hand buried between her thighs, not willing to surrender what she'd given me, my arm around her outside so I could hug her to my body as I felt her sweet pussy. My other arm was already around Wendy so I slipped my hand down to her lap, pushing her thighs open which she fought then let me move them apart so I could slide my hand up to cover her pussy. I kissed her, nuzzling her head back as I felt her smaller, firmer pussy mound, rubbing my palm up and down a little on her then on Cindy as well, feeling how their bodies squirmed in reaction to the feelings I was giving them.
Turning back to Cindy I nuzzled her head, tilting it back to kiss her, then alternated, kissing one girl then the next for a few seconds each time, giving them both as much affection as possible, trying to get them both turned on and excited by my loving kisses and gentle fonding touch on their naked pussies.
Working a single finger down inside their slits as we kissed and clung tightly to each other, their arms pulled my body into theirs, both of them hugging me easily now, against my sides, lifting their faces to take my kisses then burying their shy heads into my chest as I moved to kiss the other one. Our breath quickened as we all felt the naughty, forbidden qualities of our kisses and sexual touching.
They were starting to spread their legs, urging my finger inside their virgin, wet pussy slits as I felt up and down, finding a stiff, odd lump of flesh at the top of both their pussies that made them wiggle and work their hips when my fingertip slipped over it, exploring the shape and texture of this new, very sensitive area, noticing how they mewed with added arousal each time my gentle fingertip rubbed against it.
I'd found their clitty spots without knowing what a clitoris was, purely by feel and their irritated, sensuous reactions. Rubbing up and down was easiest to do in tandem, giving them both the same massaging stroke over their rough clitty fold, now slippery with pussy juices worked up from their slurping, bald labia, wet with leaking, oozing, sexy smelling vaginal nectar. I sniffed their mutual, mixed girlish scents, making me more excited then Cindy's hand flopped down on my penis, accidentally, making her whine with fear until I told her to put it back. Wendy touched me immediately as well, both of them feeling my penis shape inside my pants, taking half. Cindy felt the top and the rounded, blunt end as Wendy explored the bottom and the rounded lump of my balls I had to growl for her to not squeeze or press down on.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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