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Two Sisters, Two Blowjobs, One Night
I was in a rough place in my life. I was twenty-one and listless.. My girlfriend of over a year had just dumped me, but we were still hooking up, fooling around and straight up fucking. It was emotionally draining. She was literally trying to hook me up with friends so she could “keep on eye on me.” I lived in apartment that my parents had built on the side of our house and was working a shit job.
Now my house was the sort of social nexus for my family. All of our friends would come and hang out here. A few of my kid sister’s friends had crushes on me, why I’ll never know. One was Danielle. Danielle was cute, not hot. She wore kind of frumpy clothes and was always in warm up pants or sweatshirts. I kind of knew she had a crush on me and I’d flirt when she’d be around.
One day, I had a real shitty day at work and started drinking almost as soon as I got home. I had two beers and was chilling on my couch watching who knows what on TV when Danielle comes to visit. She was 19. I smile. I was on my third beer and feeling pretty good. We start chatting. There was something different about her this time.
She was wearing a red sweater (it was Christmas time) and it was super tight. I never noticed that she had pretty big tits. I gave her a beer and she sipped it. We talked for about a half hour about nothing. I kept staring at her tits. She knew it and was showing them off.
After she finished her beer, she launched into a tirade about my ex. How much she hated her and how she was hanging out with her sister now, changing her into a dumb bimbo. She was going on and on about the way my ex treated me. She kept saying how sweet I was and how good looking I was. I could do so much better.
I don’t remember how it happened, but we wound up making out on my couch. My hands were up her shirt. Her tits were awesome, Ankara bayan escort a little floppy and soft but fun to play with. She kept untucking my shirt to touch my chest. (I was a powerlifter so I had a pretty thick chest.) Then her hand went to my very hard cock. She’d been dry humping it and I was in jeans.
I asked if she wanted to see it. She nodded her head. I unzipped my jeans and pulled it out. Now, I’m not packing heat, but it’s more than enough to do the job. She started stroking it and asked me if she was doing it right. The way she said it and the way she looked at me, it’s a miracle I didn’t blow my load all over the couch.
“Can I…can I suck it?”
I could only nod, afraid that if I said yes, I’d cum.
What she lacked in experience she made up in enthusiasm. She took it too deep one time and sort of gagged. I told her to slow down, we weren’t in hurry. Her mouth was soft and wet, there was a straightforwardness to it. I tried to coach her, telling her to suck on the head and kiss the bottom of the shaft. She was an eager student, doing everything I said. I groan, hoping that encouraged her.
I reached over and undid her jeans. I hate just being idle during a blowjob and I knew that she would respond badly to me being rough or forceful. I started fingering her. She stopped for a second and I said something like, “I want to get you off too baby.”
As I fingered her, I asked her to play with my balls. Eagerly she did. cupping and squeezing them gently before putting them in her mouth, sucking on them gently then kissing up the underside of my cock. I felt her body tighten as my fingers slipped in and out while rubbing her clit. She moaned as she swallowed the head of my cock. I started going faster with my finger and she stopped sucking, leaving my cock slapping against her face as she Escort bayan Ankara was writhing. She came hard then attacked my cock. I think she said something like wanted my cum in her mouth. That was it, I exploded.
We sat there for a few more minutes before we put ourselves back together. She said she had to go back inside because my sister was probably missing her. We kissed and I took her number. Then the ex called.
Later, I met up with the ex at a friend of her’s house. It was kind of party central, the place where the mom liked partying with the kids. I went over with a case of beer despite my buddies telling me it was a bad idea. I didn’t care. I was feeling good post blow job and had a feeling I was going to get a Claire hook up that night.
The party was rocking by the time I got there. Claire was pretty drunk when I showed up, but she was very standoffish. I figured one of the dudes was her new guy and she didn’t want me fucking that up. We played a couple of games of Asshole and I retired from that. There was some kind of game on the television and I wound up talking with the mom. At some point, I was on my fourth or fifth beer at the party by that time. That’s when Claire introduced me to Kelly.
I couldn’t believe it, she was almost like a mini-Claire. She had amazing stark, icy blue eyes and piles of blonde curls that hung to her shoulders. She was funny with some really smart things to say, even if she was acting a little ditzy. It was kinda cute.
Everyone was getting drunk and having a good time. Kelly wound up on the arm of the chair and eventually was on my lap. We were having a great conversation about movies or something when someone spilled beer on Kelly’s sweater. I went all gorilla on them for a minute then Kelly relaxed me, complaining the sweater belonged to her sister and that she Bayan escort Ankara would kill her.
I offered my sweatshirt and said I’d wash the sweater. I started the wash, which was weirdly off the main bedroom. Kelly took the shirt off and I offered her my sweatshirt. I remember turning my back so I couldn’t see her change shirts. She said I could turn around so I did and she was standing there in this purple frilly bra (I never got confirmation but I swore it was one my ex owned, but they had very different bra sizes) I laughed and we started kissing. She was very aggressive, pushing me back on the bed. She kissed my neck, sucking on it and leaving a mark. I was pissed, but her hands were already unzipping my pants and had my cock in her hand. She said nothing as she pulled it out and went right to town.
She spit on it as she stroked it and teasing me a little bit as she kissed my neck, whispering all sorts of nasty shit about what she wanted to do with my cock. I kind of got sick of it and pulled her head down to my cock. She went to it, drooling all over it, using her hands. I undid my jeans and pulled all my shit out. I stood up and made her get on her knees. I was doing all kids of shit, slapping her with my dick, asking her if she wanted my cock. She begged me for it with a little baby voice.
She grabbed it and stared sucking on my balls jerking it off. She was talking nasty, calling me Daddy and all that shit. I fucking couldn’t hold it anymore and came all over her face, my sweatshirt and the mom’s rug. It was bad. But she was giggling and laughing. As I was helping her clean up, someone was pounding on the door of the bedroom saying that Kelly’s sister was there to get her.
We walk out and there’s Danielle. She turned fifty shades of red. I turned fifty shades of red. It was really awkward. The fucking ex was in her glory. I told her later what had happened and she thought it was hilarious. I wound up meeting up with my friends and getting really drunk at my best friend’s girlfriend’s house. I actually didn’t tell any of them but my best friend’s girlfriend. Somehow, Claire figured out where I was and called me there. But that’s another story.
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