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Sisters
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Sisters
by Doris
My first time with a woman was sweet and memorable. Ruth, a
friend of my mother's, was painting her sun room and had offered
to pay me to help. I could always use extra money for school
clothes, so I accepted the offer. Ruth was recently divorced
with a son, Mark, who was spending the summer with his father in
a different part of the state, so no one was around to help her
or to get in the way. She put some music on her stereo, Moody
Blues and other good stuff, and we went to work, moving
furniture, covering everything with dropcloths, and painting the
room a cheerful canary yellow. The entire job only took a few
hours but it was a hot, muggy June morning and both of us were
sweating like crazy by the time we finished. Ruth's shirt was
soaked and I could easily see her braless nipples poking through
the material. Ruth was 36 and even in the early 70s I wasn't
used to seeing many "older" women going braless.
I remember that even at that moment, as sexually naive and
innocent as I was, I took notice of her full breasts and the way
they moved beneath the material of her shirt. I'd seen the naked
breasts of women and girls at school, of course, but I hadn't
paid much attention, at least not like I did with Ruth. Her
breasts were large and full, 36-C, and still somewhat firm.
Ruth noticed my stares and laughingly said she was glad I
was a girl and not a boy. "I don't think a young man would keep
his mind on painting," she said. Of course, my own nipples were
poking and rubbing my shirt, but my boobies were like fried eggs
compared to Ruth's and didn't move around like hers did.
When we finished, Ruth insisted that we put our sweaty
clothes in the washer, take a shower and relax with some
lemonade. She just stripped down in the kitchen and tossed her
clothes in the washing machine and told me to do the same. "You
can use the shower in my room," she said as she went upstairs.
I'll use Mark's." I watched her climb the stairs, bare ass
quivering as she went up. I slowly took off my clothes, dropped
them into the washer, started the machine, and went upstairs to
the master bathroom.
As I showered, I felt myself on the edge of horniness. I
really wanted to go home, lock the door to my room and
masturbate. I knew that seeing Ruth had gotten me horny, but I
wasn't aware at the time that it was desire for her that had me
wanting.
I toweled myself dry, wrapped the towel around myself and
stepped into the master bedroom. On the bed, Ruth was wearing a
terry robe and leafing through a paperback book. "Doris, look at
this," she said as she sat up, the robe parting to show her
creamy thighs and her breasts, almost to the nipples. I sat on
the edge of the bed and Ruth held the book for me to look at.
My heart seemed to stop as I looked at a color photo of a
man on top of a woman. Both were naked and the man's dick was
inside the woman's cunny. Both of them had blissfully happy
looks on their faces. They were fucking!
"Have you ever seen pictures like this, Doris?" I shook my
head no and I felt my cheeks burn, but so was my puss. Ruth
flipped the pages, telling me it was supposed to be a marriage
manual, and I was treated to the sight of women fucking and being
fucked, having their pussies licked and sucking long, thick
erections. She stopped at one photo which showed a woman with
her face streaked with thick streamers of white semen. A huge,
dripping cock was poised inches from her face.
"Bob always tried to do this to me, but I never let him.
Oh, not that I think it's disgusting. I just didn't love him."
"Then why did you marry him?" I asked before I realized that
it was an insolent, nosey question. But Ruth just smiled and
told me that she'd had to get married. "I didn't have the Pill
when I was your age," she said. Then she reached under her night
table and handed me a thick book. I opened it and gasped.
Inside were scores of photographs, artfully produced, of naked
young ladies about my age. In one set, a girl brushed the blonde
hair of another. The second photo showed them embracing, sharing
a passionate kiss. I turned the page to see them kissing and
sucking each other's breasts. When I turned the page again, my
eyes felt like they were popping out as I saw a closeup of the
blonde's pussy and her friend's pointed tongue dipping between
the folds.
"Now I really enjoy looking at these, Doris," Ruth said as I
kept leafing through the book. I was only vaguely aware that the
towel had slipped down, exposing my bullet-like nipples. I was
aware of Ruth's hand on my shoulder, squeezing and massaging my
neck muscles. But I did notice when one of her hands brazenly
cupped my right titty. Ooh, it felt wonderful!
"Your breasts are so like the girls' in this book," she said
as she caressed and squeezed my sensitive tit. Now her left hand
drifted to my other boob and gingerly pinched the nipple. "So
firm. So delightful." Her hands felt so good that I pushed my
chest out and moaned, which I guess encouraged her to drop her
head and suck one nip between her lips. Ah, heaven!
Ruth tugged my towel off and tossed it aside, leaving me
totally naked. "Doris, will you let me eat your peach?" It took
me a few seconds to realize that she was talking about my pussy.
I parted my thighs and Ruth stood, letting the robe slide from
her pale-skinned body. Her reddish bush protruded from under her
slightly paunchy belly as she knelt between my thighs like a
sinner kneeling to pray. And when Ruth kissed my cunt...er,
"peach"...she really seemed to do it with reverence and
adoration, like I had an altar between my legs. Or a sacred
grotto.
To her, I suppose it was a grotto, a grotto of love and
delight. I must admit that I don't remember the details of that
encounter except that it was pleasurable. Ruth's hands explored
and caressed my body, her lips and tongue worked magic between my
legs, bringing me to higher peaks than my fingers ever had and I
sent a flood of wetness into her mouth. Later, I nursed on her
glorious breasts while I fingered her auburn-fuzzed "peach." She
held my head tightly to her breast as her orgasm shook her body.
The next day I ate pussy for the first time in my life. And it
was wonderful.
I spent every free moment with Ruth that summer, learning
and loving. I cried when it came time to go to college, but Ruth
was so understanding and encouraging and she gave me the name of
a friend of hers who was the house mother of a sorority on
campus. I was "rushed" and the initiation was wild and
thrilling. The six other pledges and I stood naked in the middle
of a room lit only by candles in the shape of phalluses. Seated
around us were the sisters, all wearing robes. My heart raced
with excitement, anticipation and a touch of fear. Neither I nor
the other pledges knew what to expect.
Charlotte, the house mother, stood and told us that we were
entering a secret sisterhood which was thousands of years old.
"From this moment for all time, you pledge perpetuation of the
order," she told us. Then the seven of us had to kneel and crawl
to each of the sisters who raised their robes, revealing their
glistening cunts. One by one we kissed each dewy slit, swearing
eternal allegiance to the sisterhood and eternal devotion to the
Cup of Creation, the center of life itself.
Naturally, by the time we finished, our faces were glazed
with the accumulated secretions of 20 hot pussies and the air was
heavy with the aroma of 28 horny pussies, counting Charlotte's
and the seven initiates. We were then instructed to bend over
some chairs which were placed mid-room. Suddenly, the girl next
to me gasped. I looked to see Charlotte, her robe gone, behind
the pledge, her hands on the girl's hips. Around Charlotte's
hips was strapped a large, flesh-colored dildo. Charlotte was
fucking the pledge! How exciting it was to me to see the young-
looking 45-year-old woman fucking the 18-year-old with a cock.
The girl was half-Mexican with thick black hair and dark skin.
As Charlotte pummeled her puss, Marie sounded half-crazed,
chanting in Spanish and English in time with the thrusts. "Dios
mio! Oh, si! Si! Fuck me! Faster!"
And Charlotte did. Faster she fucked Marie's cunt, the
squish of cunt juice loud until Marie screamed in ecstasy and
then collapsed. Then it was my turn. Oh, Ruth and I had used
vibrators and dildos on each other, but always it was a romantic
fuck. This wasn't romantic. It was raw lust and my pussy ached
to be filled. That latex probe, already warm and lubricated,
filled my puss deliciously and quickly. Oh, Charlotte was good,
wonderful, in fact. She had a circular, grinding motion on her
thrusts that made that cock worm around inside me, probing places
I didn't even know I had. I came violently and quickly and
Charlotte moved to the next girl while several sisters licked my
just-fucked gash.
But that wasn't the end. Seven men were led in, their faces
masked, their cocks exposed and swollen and massive, with huge
balls hanging below the base. The men were broad-chested,
muscled, and animalistic. Rubber mats were placed on the floor
and Charlotte told us we would learn to love cock. "The womb
gives birth, but it must have the seed," she said. You must
learn how to use the seed-giver."
The men stepped forward as we sat cross-legged on the mat.
A big black man, his pubic hair black and kinky, approached me,
his dark, 10-inch cock nudging my lips. "Suck," Charlotte told
us. Although I had no experience with a real cock, I had read
lots of stories and sucked on dildos. His musky scent aroused me
as his spongy-hard cock made its way between my lips and over my
tongue. The taste was salty, very masculine, very sensual. I
fondled his balls, so big and full of seed. Soon, that cock
seemed to swell and the cock exploded, scalding semen gushing
down my throat.
After the suckoff, the seven of us lay down and the men
mounted us, their stiff pricks sliding easily into the seven hot
and wanton pussies. My black fucker was superb, sounding my cunt
with his proud tool. I licked his chin, loving the sweaty taste
of him. His kinky chest hair tickled my tits even as his sweat-
covered chest pressed against them. I cried out when I felt his
thick semen gush into my body, and I came, my body convulsing
beneath that dark form. Around me, the other girls were crying
out, all from sheer pleasure, as they, too, were fucked to
fantastic orgasms.
The seven masked studs left the room, their cocks deflated
and dripping semen. The seven of us could only lie on the mat in
the pool of accumulated sweat and love secretions. "The final
challenge," Charlotte said. "On your hands and knees. What more
is possible? I thought. Paddles? Whips? The sisters, all
naked, gathered around us. I felt hands on my ass, fingers
dipping into my cum-filled cunt, lips and tongues exploring the
backs of my thighs, my butt cheeks, even toying with the
sensitive rosebud.
Too late I realized. Lulled by the tender ministrations, I
never noticed the senior girls strap on the slender probes. One
had already entered my rectum before I was aware of the fact.
"No-o-o-o!" I wailed. The seven of us sounded like a chorus,
half-shouting, half-crying, "Oh, God, don't!" "Not there, oh
please!" But even as I protested, there was no pain. And,
despite their cries, the faces of the other pledges registered
pleasure, not pain, as our anal cherries were taken. Very soon
the cries became coos, gurgles of exquisite delight came from our
mouths as fingers pinched nipples and teased clits. Marie's eyes
were glassy and she dribbled saliva from her open mouth, so
intense was her pleasure. We were sodomized and stroked and
sucked senseless, then the rest of the weekend we were treated
regally, the other sisters pampering us and licking our holes and
fucking them as well.
For the duration of my college life, the Sisterhood became
the center of my life. One of my favorite indulgences was when a
girl would come in from a date, freshly fucked and pussy
overflowing with cum, and come into my room to let me suck the
foamy leavings from her cunt. Often I could identify the sister
and her paramour by taste as I lay in the darkness. "Hmm, Larry
had quite a load, Nancy," or "Gerri, Dan must be eating more
citrus lately; his cum is sweet."
Some day I plan to write a book about the Sisterhood. Even
though it is a secret society, I can change names, as I've done
here, and alter events, times and such to protect the integrity
and security of our Order which spans continents and social
classes. For instance, during my senior year, I went to Europe
for a ski vacation and had the misfortune of breaking my arm and
fracturing my leg. A Swiss nurse in the hospital noticed the
secret insignia of the Sisterhood I had (we all wear one) and,
while I was confined to bed, she treated me to some fantastic
Swiss delights and cuisine. In other words, she sucked and
fucked my American pussy and let me drink from her Swiss snatch.
Her continental cunt was marvelous.
Of course, the Sisterhood is not a lesbian organization.
Many, if not most, of the Sisters marry, have children and lead
model lives, as my mother did. No one is aware that these women
once made some very serious vows, and even when they marry and
achieve wealth, position, fame, notoriety or power, they still
represent the Sisterhood.
I chose not to marry, but I am now the house mother at a
sorority of a major university. It is a job I truly love, being
able to help mold and influence young ladies, many of whom will
marry into great wealth and/or political power. Each year brings
more daughters of Sisters who are perpetuating the traditions of
the Order. It was my suggestion to the Inner Circle that, in
these times of AIDS and other sexual diseases, we discourage
casual sex with men and keep our stable of males well-stocked and
readily available. As do most sorority houses, we have secret
rooms and we have a rotating shift of two studs always on call.
Just the other night I took Kristen, a lovely 20-year-old,
into the chamber. (Kristen's father is employed in Washington
and I dare not use her real name.) I mounted one stud, his thick
prick easily filling my cunt. The other stud, a young French-
Canadian bodybuilder, worked his prick into my ass. Kristen sat
on a specially-constructed platform, legs wide, while I ate her
tasty quim. Both pricks erupted, giving me a seminal douche and
a sperm enema and I shifted so that Kristen licked and sucked the
spermy deposits from both my orifices. And, when she was fucked,
I drank deeply of the froth from her cunt.
Kristen, as do all the women in the sorority, will learn all
the finer arts of lovemaking by the time she leaves school. As
her mother did, she will likely marry a politician or, as some
have, enter politics herself. Others will enter different
professions or become a "typical" housewife, encouraging her
husband in his work.
Look around you. Read the newspaper. Turn on the
television. We are there. We are here.
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