15 comments/ 314962 views/ 147 favorites My Sexy Sisters By: Carnevil9 If anyone had told me, a week ago, that I would soon be fucking the living shit out of my two beautiful, large breasted, voluptuous, blonde twin sisters, I would have told them that they were crazy. And I would have been wrong. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Nearly a year ago, fresh after my eighteenth birthday, I headed out for my freshman year of college. I was a virgin at the time, but I was young, dumb, and full of cum, and had no doubt that I would be a sexual dynamo in no time at all. Suffice it to say, I was mistaken. I spent nine months studying, working hard, and striking out with all of the women on campus. To my horror, I found out that I was a dork! Then, as the spring semester ended, I found myself headed back home for the summer, my tail between my legs. Or should I say, my dick, long and hard and unused, between my legs! I was still a virgin. I returned home to stay in my childhood bedroom and try to earn a pitiful amount of cash at a local fast food chain for the summer. Oh boy. The only bright spot was my two identical twin sisters, Britney and Whitney. They were also home for the summer. They were a year older than I was, having just finished their sophomore year at a different college. Britney and Whitney were total knockouts; tall, blonde, and stacked; with beautiful faces, legs to die for, and asses that made men cry. They took after our mother, who is also a knockout, and barely looks old enough to have college aged kids. They really were identical, too; most people had trouble telling them apart. They had developed the habit of wearing opposing colors of nail polish to distinguish themselves; usually Britney wore a darker color, and Whitney wore a lighter shade. Of course, I could tell them apart even without the color-keyed nails, but I had known them all my life. Also for all my life, I had lusted after them. But, of course, I never thought of actually interacting with them in a sexual way, since they were my freaking sisters, after all! I didn't even dare to fantasize about them, or think about them when I jerked off during long, lonely nights. I tried not to think of their swelling bosoms, their swaying hips, their full, pouty sensuous lips, or the glorious pussies that must lie between their long, luscious legs. No, not at all, not even when I yanked my crank in the shower, or beat my meat beneath the sheet on a hot summer night. I forced myself not to think about their beautiful, eager faces; their long, slender, color-keyed fingers; their pert, taut, snapper asses; their smoldering eyes, or their creamy, white thighs. I loved them, but in a respectful, brotherly sort of way. Of course, all that was soon to change. After returning home for the summer, and feeling completely sorry for myself, and a total loser, for having failed to shed my virginity during two entire semesters on campus, I sat glumly at the dinner table with my parents and my beautiful, lusty, stacked, blonde twin sisters. Everyone was chatting and twittering happily, except for myself. My sisters didn't fail to notice my depressed state of mind. After dinner, they cornered me. "What is your problem, Andy?" asked Britney. "You look like someone pissed in your cornflakes!" "Well, Brit," I started to say, but I really didn't want to discuss it with her. It was mighty embarrassing, as you can imagine. "Yes?" she insisted. Britney could be very diligent when she wanted to know something. "Oh, skip it," I told her. But she was having none of it. "C'mon, Sis," she said to Whitney, "Let's squeeze it out of him!" And with that, they both grabbed me, and dragged me into my room. They threw me down on my bed, and held me down. "Are you going to tell us? Or are we going to have to tickle it out of you?" Whitney said. Whitney and Britney were both resolute. They would clearly tickle me to death if I didn't spill it. So I decided it was time to fess up. "Well, Sis," I said to both of them, "I was sure that I'd come back from my freshman year at college as a sexual dynamo, having bagged dozens of chicks." They both raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, amused. "But the fact is, I didn't get zip. Nada. I'm still a complete virgin!" I waited for their hails of derisive laughter. But, to my surprise, they didn't laugh, didn't deride me, didn't make fun of me at all. "Oh, Andy, that's so sad!" wailed Britney. She looked at Whitney. "What are we going to do about that, Sis?" "Well, there's only one thing that we can do about it, Sis," said Whitney. "We'll just have to break the lad in ourselves." They looked at each other, then looked back at me, and then broke out into peals of laughter. I didn't know if they were joking or not. "Absolutely, Sis," said Britney. Then she looked back at me again. "Mom and Dad are going away for the weekend to visit Uncle Randy and Aunt Sandy. We'll have the house alone for the three of us. We'll break you in good, youngster." Then they hugged each other and laughed some more, and left the room hand in hand. I didn't know if I should be excited, or scared. But mostly, I was scared, just in case. Well, that and massively turned on. My virginal cock was straining at the very thought of being "broken in" by my two beautiful sexy sisters! That was Tuesday. The rest of the week, they kept giving me knowing smiles, smug winks, and sidelong glances. They would look at me and break into peals of laughter. I found myself avoiding them. I was getting scared shitless! My cock, though, just got more and more turned on by the possibilities. Growing up, I had always worshipped my older sisters. A year older than I was, they had always been popular, confident, and at ease. They were always in the cool crowd at school. And not surprisingly so; they were gorgeous! As they grew up, they only became more beautiful each year. By the time they went away to college, they had huge, sensual breasts, slim graceful waists, and full, carnal hips. They had long shapely legs, cascading blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and faces like Greek goddesses. They had all the boyfriends they could ever want. And I was their gangly, nerdy, also-ran younger brother. And now, they were acting as if they were going to jump my bones. If they were even serious in the first place, that was! Friday finally arrived. After work, Mom and Dad left for the weekend to visit Uncle Randy and Aunt Sandy out of town. They left us some money for food, and their itinerary. And a final admonition to "be good and play nice" with each other. That last part worried me! No sooner had the door slammed behind them than Britney and Whitney turned to me, with flashing blue eyes. "Okay, little brother, it is time for your education," said Britney. She was sizing me up like a butcher examining a side of beef. "Take your clothes off." "Yeah, you're real funny, Brit," I told her. "Ha ha ha..." But she was having none of it. "Andy, I'm not kidding. Sis and I have discussed it." She exchanged knowing glances with Whitney, who nodded vigorously. "We are your older sisters, and we love you. It is our duty to break you in, sexually. By the time you go back to school in the fall, you will be the sexual dynamo that you always wanted to be. You will be a stud. You will be a love-making machine. You will be an expert. We guarantee it." I looked at my two gorgeous sisters, from face to beautiful face. I saw their heaving bosoms, their clenching fists, their resolute mouths. They meant business. Also, I found out later, they were missing their boyfriends from college, and the endless hours of savage sex that they had grown accustomed to on campus. They needed this as much as I did. They grabbed me by the arms and dragged me into our parent's bedroom, my heels dragging on the carpet. This was the only room in the house with a double bed. They threw me onto the mattress. "Let's strip him, Sis," said Britney. "Of course," said Whitney. Together, they ripped off my t-shirt, my sneakers, my jeans, my white tube socks, and my Dilbert boxers. Soon I was lying naked on the lavender sheets of our parent's double bed. Britney and Whitney looked at each other, then at my naked young body, and then back at each other. They giggled. I thought they were giggling at my virginal body, but they weren't. "Look at the size of that cock, Sis!" said Whitney. They both gaped at my tool, which was standing at attention and bobbing slightly with my pulse. "Our little bro has certainly grown up!" said Britney. They both giggled some more, but also continued to stare in awe at my cock. They approached each other, and began taking off each other's clothes. Clearly they had done this before. Britney grabbed Whitney's top by the waist band and lifted it off over her head. Whitney unbuttoned Britney's shirt, button by button, and threw it aside. Then they embraced, and reached behind each other's backs to undo the clasps of their bras. Before I knew it, my beautiful, buxom, stacked blonde twin sisters were standing before me, stripped to the waist, their pendulous boobs bobbing in front of my naked body in our parent's bedroom. It was surreal. I felt my cock waving in the air like a conductor's baton. They embraced, and then, to both my horror and amazement, they kissed! They pressed their swollen, sensual lips together, and their tongues darted out, dancing and playing together like sword fighters in a pirate movie, jousting and thrusting and parrying. I watched in fascination, my naked, tumescent cock growing even larger by the second. I think they had momentarily forgotten that I was even there. Finally, they broke their kiss, and began undoing each other's belts, and letting their jeans fall to the floor. Then they each dropped their tiny panties to their feet and kicked them aside. They stood before me, at the foot of the bed, fabulous in their beautiful, naked, glory. "Well, Sis," said Whitney, "Where should we start with our student?" "Well, let's see what he knows already," Britney said. "You said you are a virgin, right Andy?" I nodded. "Have you ever had a blow job?" I shook my head, no. "How about a hand job?" Again, I shook my head, no. "Have you ever made out with a girl?" Sadly, I again shook my head once again, no. "Oh, dear. It looks like we have to start from all the way at the beginning," Whitney said to Britney. "But I don't have a problem with that. Do you, Sis?" "Of course not, Sis!" said Britney. "Let's start by teaching him how to kiss." They stood before me on the floor, beautiful and confident in their smooth, cool, white unblemished skin, and wrapped their arms around each others' waists. Whitney began the lecture. "Okay, Grasshopper, observe closely. First, you tilt your head slightly to one side, so your noses don't interfere. Then you lean in, your mouth toward hers. But gentle, see? Don't rush it; don't push it. Unless she likes it that way, of course!" They both giggled. Whitney and Britney each tilted their heads slightly to the side, and they slowly, daintily, sensually brought their luscious mouths together. Like two bright red strawberries, their mouths met, and squirmed together. Their lips held court for several minutes, and then their tongues came out to play. They flicked their tongues together for awhile, and then their tongues began to explore: they licked each others' lips, licked each others' chins, licked each others' ears. Whitney buried her mouth in Britney's neck and nibbled on her throat. All the while their breasts were mashed together and their hands were on each others' asses. God, it was hot! After awhile, they broke apart. "Okay, Grasshopper, your turn," said Britney. "Come over here and show me what you've learned." I got up and went to embrace my beautiful, blonde, sexy, naked sister. But as soon as I got within hugging distance of her, my cock, engorged and bobbing, came between us! "Oh my, that will never do!" said Britney. "I don't think we can even get close enough to kiss with that monster between us. What do you think, Sis?" "I think we'll have to deflate it before the lesson can proceed," said Whitney. "I'll take care of it." With that, she grabbed me by the shoulders and tossed me onto the bed on my back. She crawled up between my outstretched legs. "I wanted to save this for a later lesson, youngster," she said, "but clearly we need to release some pressure now or you'll never be able to concentrate." With that, she lowered her beautiful, soft, wet, sensuous mouth onto my bobbing, turgid cock. She inhaled it into her mouth, slurping and sucking. The sensation was incredible as my virginal cock encountered its first ever mouth! It was hot and wet and smooth and tight all at the same time. I felt my cock head reach the back of her throat. Then I felt her tongue, still inside her mouth, swirling all over my sensitive cock flesh. She sucked and slurped, applied alternating pressure and suction, and drooled her saliva all over my straining member. I don't think it lasted more than twenty seconds. Her warm, sucking, hoovering mouth was the most intensely pleasurable experience of my entire young life, and I couldn't take it for long. My butt cheeks clenched, and I blew my inaugural load into the soft, moist, talented, cum-gobbling mouth of my beautiful, horny older sister. Spurt after spurt, saved up over the seven hours since my last jerk-off, spurted into that talented mouth. Whitney swallowed it all down; she seemed to know exactly how to swallow it as fast as I could spew it. A few tiny dribbles leaked out at the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin, but not much. Whitney stood up, and Britney saw the slight dribbles. "Oh, mine!" she said, and ran up to Whitney, licking up the wayward cum with her long, moist, pink tongue. "Mmmm, yummy!" she said. "I haven't had virgin cum in ages!" "Here, I've got a little left in my mouth, too," said Whitney. She hadn't swallowed it all, after all. They share everything. They again locked lips, and I could see them pushing a ball of my spooge back and forth between their luscious mouths with their wet, wiggling, pink tongues, like little grade school erasers. Needless to say, my cock didn't even think about getting soft. But at least it wasn't twitching and bobbing quite so insistently any more. "Okay, back to the smooching lesson," said Britney. "Come over here and put your arms around me." I walked up to her, and put my arms around her waist. She took my right hand and pulled it back farther around her, and planted it firmly on her taut, naked ass. She took my left hand and draped it around her neck. "Now, kiss me like you mean it!" she commanded. I leaned in and jammed my mouth onto hers, and stuck my tongue into her mouth. What a dork I was. "No, no, no!" Britney said, laughing. "It isn't an attack! It's a dance, a duet, a caress! Try again." I tried again. I brought my mouth close to hers, but did not touch. I brushed my lips lightly against hers. She parted her lips, and brought out her tongue. We lightly flicked our tongues together, for a mere fraction of a second. Then again. And again. Then our lips again. I thought I was getting the hang of it! Before long, we were making out like champions. I was making out with my beautiful, sexy, pulchritudinous, naked, blonde sister! I knew I had conquered the skill when Britney relaxed her body against me, pulled me close, and changed her body language from that of a teacher to that of a committed participant. We sucked each others' faces for long minutes, while she cooed in pleasure and my cock returned to full tumescence. "Okay, okay, my turn!" interjected Whitney. She wanted some smooching, too. She pulled Britney away by the shoulder, and took her place in my arms. I slowly, gently approached her delicate red rosebud of a mouth in the same manner, and soon we were sucking face and grinding our bodies together like there was no tomorrow. I felt her hands on my ass, and my cock pressed up against her tummy, pointing up at her chin. Our saliva ran down our faces and our jaws worked overtime. Finally, she pulled back. "Wow," said Britney, watching from a seat on the double bed. "I think he has mastered Lesson Number One!" We all laughed. I looked down at my cock. It was again sticking out like a diving board. "There's that obstacle again," said Whitney. "I think we'd better drain it again, or it will interfere with Lesson Number Two. Your turn, Sis!" Britney pushed me back onto the bed, my cock again pointing toward the ceiling. "He might as well get a new experience out of this," she mused. "Okay, youngster, this will be your first combination handjob/blowjob." She wrapped her soft, dainty, dark blue nailed fingers around the shaft of my straining cock. She sucked the head of my cock into her beautiful, full lipped mouth. She began jacking my shaft with her hands, swirling her luscious lips around my cock head, and probing her talented tongue into my pee slit. It wasn't long before I was shooting another load of semen into her throat. It wasn't quite as big of a load as the first one, but it was still massive. Britney caught it all in her mouth, and swallowed all but the last few gulps. Those she saved to share. Britney stood up. "Here's your share, Sis," she said. Whitney came over, and they again embraced, and snowballed the slimy wad of cum back and forth between their sexy mouths. Some of it dripped down to their boobs, which was not a problem. They took turns lapping up the wayward strands of cum off of each other's boobs with their clever pink tongues. Eventually it was all swallowed down. I felt like I was having sex and watching a porno movie all at the same time! Whitney declared the next lesson. "Have you ever fondled a woman's breasts, Grasshopper?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, it's high time you learn," she said, and beckoned Britney over to her. "First, let us demonstrate." They leaned in close, pressing their hips together, but keeping their chests several inches apart. Whitney continued to lecture. "First, you gently cup her breast from below," she said, hefting Britney's beautiful boob in her palm, lifting it gently. Then she began to lightly massage it with her long, pink-nailed fingers and her cool soft palm. Britney cooed. "Press and swirl, but gently. Then, lightly flick your thumb over her nipple. If it is getting hard, you're doing it right." Her thumb flicked the swollen brown tissue of the nipple, as large as a thimble, protruding from Britney's breast. Brit moaned and squirmed. Whitney continued. "Then, you use your other hand on the other breast, but always listening to her feedback; you never know how a woman likes it, rough or gentle, until you gage her reaction." She obviously already knew Britney's preferences, because she soon had Brit squirming in delight. Then Britney put her hands on Whitney's breasts, and I watched in awe as four beautiful hands massaged four beautiful breasts and tweaked and flicked four magnificently engorged nipples. When they brought their mouths together for further making out, I thought I would lose it. My cock was again at full sail! Finally they broke apart. "Okay, Grasshopper, your turn," said Britney. "Come over here and fondle your big sister's boobs." She turned toward me. "No way!" interjected Whitney. "You got to kiss him first. I want to do this one first." She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close. My cock almost got in the way, but we managed to get it between us without too much trouble. She put her arms around my waist. "My boobs are lonely, Andy," she said. "Fondle them for me, please?" I reached up my hand, and gently hefted her large, teardrop shaped breast, just as I had observed them doing. It felt warm, but heavy, like a large water balloon, but infinitely soft and full of life. As the tender breast flesh first touched my hand, I felt a thrill that is difficult to describe; a feeling of power, but at the same time, a humbling, awestruck feeling. I knew that I would want to touch boobs again and again for the rest of my life. I gently rubbed and massaged her soft flesh. My Sexy Sisters Again Saturday morning........ I awoke slowly, euphoria washing over my mind and body. Why did I feel so good? As I came closer and closer to full consciousness, I realized the source of my pleasure: my cock was being sucked and manipulated by a talented, hard working mouth! I opened my eyes and looked down. My beautiful, blonde, voluptuous, older sister, Britney, was kneeling on the bed next to me, and she had her luscious lips wrapped around the shaft of my cock. She was slurping and sucking, moving her head up and down over and over. She had one hand cradling my balls, and the other jacking the lower half of my shaft, her bright blue fingernails contrasting with the beet-red color of my erect cock. Memories came flooding back to me; we were in my parent's bedroom, where my two beautiful, sexy twin sisters were breaking me in to the ways of love. Technically, I was still a virgin at this point, as we hadn't yet fucked, but last night, I had enjoyed several wonderful blowjobs and hand jobs, along with assorted kissing, fondling, and hugging, not to mention several rounds of very juicy pussy eating. "Good morning, baby brother," came a voice at my ear. I turned my head. My other sister, Whitney, was kneeling beside my head. I looked up at her smiling face and her large, pendulous, naked breasts, just above her flat, smooth stomach and her shaved pussy. She reached out her hand and stroked my face with her pink-manicured fingers. "Did you have a good sleep?" she asked. I nodded. "Are you ready for more?" she asked. I nodded and grinned. "Well, first you need a good breakfast," she declared. "After all, it's the most important meal of the day!" With that, she swung one knee over my head, and was soon straddling my face! She had her hands on the headboard of the bed, and her beautiful, luscious, hairless pink pussy lips dangling just above my mouth. I took the hint. I grabbed her taut, shapely buns in my hands and manipulated her pussy to my mouth. My tongue probed between her fat lips, sliding up and down their length, flicking back and forth between them, and probing deeply into her soft, sensuous, womanly folds. Her musky scent filled my nostrils and her juices ran down into my mouth. Although I'd only been initiated into the joys of pussy munching yesterday, I was already a huge fan and aficionado. I lapped greedily at her soft, pink, pliable lips; I flicked my tongue over her little nub of a clit; I swallowed her flowing nectar. I love my sister. And I love her pussy! And of course I also love my other sister, who was still sucking noisily at my straining cock. It was difficult to focus on the pleasure of Whitney's pussy in my mouth and Britney's mouth on my cock at the same time, but fortunately the dilemma was short lived. As I felt the orgasm building in my groin, my jaws involuntarily clamped down on Whitney's sensitive little nub of a clit. She came, thunderously, at the same time that my cock launched its first pearly rope of sperm of the day, directly into Britney's gobbling mouth. Brit clamped her lips tightly to my shaft to avoid wasting any of my creamy nectar. Whitney's pussy sauce ran down my face, frosting me like a glazed donut. We shuddered and shook with our orgasms, but eventually disentangled ourselves. Britney immediately locked lips with Whitney, sharing my load of cum with her. They share everything. Then she kissed me good morning, taking the opportunity to lick the remains of Whitney's love juices from my face. We all had breakfast in bed that morning! I got up to take a leak, and Britney and Whitney headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and to microwave the leftover pizza from last night. We munched and sipped and chatted, sitting cross-legged and naked on our parent's big double bed and planning out the day's lessons. "You did really well yesterday, little brother," Britney was saying. "I think you are a natural when it comes to sex." "Yep, you sure licked my pussy good this morning," Whitney added. "I can't wait to feel your cock in it." "Well, I appreciate you guys breaking me in with such good instructions," I told them. I looked at them both. From their tousled blonde hair, flashing blue eyes, pendulous breasts, and killer figures, they were just about the most beautiful things I could imagine. And they were my sisters, and my lovers. I was a lucky boy, and I knew it. "I'm looking forward to the final lesson." "Final? Oh, there are lots more lessons coming!" said Whitney. "Absolutely!" said Britney. "Fucking is just the beginning. And there are so many ways to fuck, too. You'll want to learn them all, of course." "Oh, of course," I said, a little surprised. I expected one last demonstration, sticking my dick into each of them, and then my education as a sexual dynamo would be complete. But apparently they thought that I still had a lot to learn. "We'd best get started," said Whitney, putting aside the empty plate, the pizza now gone. "Where should we start, Sis?" "I think he should start with some meat-and-potatoes fucking, Sis," said Britney. "Since neither of us has a cock, we can't demonstrate like we did yesterday. We'll just have to coach you." She looked me in the eyes. "Are you sure you're ready for this? After this, you won't be a virgin anymore; there's no going back." "I was born ready!" I declared, full of bravado. They both rolled their eyes and groaned. "Okay, let's start with the good old man-on-top position. Tried and true; not very imaginative, but it still works well." "You can't beat the classics!" added Whitney. Britney got on her back in the middle of the bed. She propped her head up on a pillow, and spread her legs, her knees up. "This is it, Grasshopper; come and fuck your sister." I knee-walked up between her spread legs, my cock once again hard and jutting out in front of me. I fingered her pussy; it was plenty wet. She stroked me a few times with her soft palm, just to make sure I was fully erect. She pointed the head of my bright red cock at the target: her glistening, wet, semi-open pussy. "Put it in, Andy. Just press it in and see how it feels." Her voice was calm, but her eyes were moist and shining. I realized that she hadn't had a cock in her pussy since she last saw her boyfriend back on campus, and she was really looking forward to this, almost as much as I was. I pressed the flaring purple head of my cock against her swollen pussy lips. I held the shaft in my hands, and slid it up and down a few times along the length of her lips. The soft, wet, slick feeling was incredible. I felt as if electrical jolts were running up and down my shaft. My heart was pounding. I pressed my hips forward. Her lips parted, and my cock head, purple and flaring, began to disappear into her velvety cave of love. As soon as the rim of the head disappeared, I gasped from the sensation. It was as if my entire body was inside her! I had no idea how the pleasure of a few inches of flesh could infuse one's entire being! It was totally incredible. Britney was clenching her teeth and reaching her hands out to me, urging me in further. She wasn't in pain or anything; she was just horny as hell! She needed my cock in her, deeper and harder. I pressed on. Inch after inch of my shaft disappeared into her moist, glistening, soft, pink pussy; the pleasure infused my body with ever greater intensity. My brain pretty much turned off at this point, and I became little more than a fucking machine, my semi-conscious mind enjoying the sensations from afar. My hips began to swing, sliding my cock in and out of her tunnel of love over and over, like a piston in the cylinder of a high performance sports car. I felt Britney's hips arch, better aligning our genitals for maximum contact. I swung and pumped. I fell forward onto my hands, my face inches above hers. I wanted her mouth; I kissed it. The world ceased to exist except for my swinging hips and pounding cock, her juicy pussy, and our wet, biting mouths. Our tongues fucked each others' mouths as our genitals fucked each others' crotches. Our rhythm increased in both speed and urgency; we pounded together, harder and faster. Sweat broke out on our brows. We grunted and panted. Her legs flew up over my shoulders; my hips slammed against her buttocks. I fell down to my elbows, my chest mashing her boobs against her ribcage. Our mouths continued to grasp each other in a death lock. Part of my brain, far away on another planet, wondered if I had the stamina to keep this up. But my body didn't care; it was beyond control, and was pumping and swinging with a mind of its own. The incredibly pleasurable sliding, slipping, pumping action of my cock in her loving, grasping pussy was the entire universe. Nothing else mattered. Time stood still except for the thrusting, rhythmic, pumping. Eventually, I felt a fire growing in my body; it was somewhere deep inside, but I didn't know just where. It was vaguely like the orgasms I feel when I whack off, but infinitely stronger, deeper, hotter. It grew and expanded and engulfed my body. My flesh was on fire; my cock was a light saber; my vision was a swirl of a thousand dancing fireflies. Then my groin exploded! I was sure that my cock had blown off, and shattered into a million pieces! It hadn't of course, but I had emptied a huge load of cum into Britney's beautiful, soft, loving pussy. I don't remember it ending. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the bed, with my hand clutching my chest, feeling my racing heart. Can a nineteen year old have a heart attack, I wondered? Britney and Whitney were sitting on either side of me, holding my other hand and stroking my forehead. "Are you okay, little brother?" Britney was saying. She didn't look worried; more amused than anything else. "I think so..." I said. I took mental inventory of my body; heart, still ticking. Brain, still thinking, sort of. Cock? I looked. Still there. Whew! "Yeah, I guess I'm okay," I said, weakly. "Our little brother is a man!" laughed Whitney. "Is it always like that?" I asked. "You wish!" Britney laughed. "Although, it can be mighty good, if you do it right." I struggled up to a sitting position. "I need a cigarette." I said. They both laughed. "You don't smoke!" "Okay, then; how about a Coke?" Whitney went to the kitchen and got us all a round of Cokes. By then I was feeling almost normal. We sat on the bed, drinking our sodas, laughing and chatting. "I haven't deflowered a boy for months," Britney was saying. "It's always nice to give something back to the community." "What about that freshman at that party last week?" Whitney said. "Oh, yeah; I forgot about him!" Brit admitted. "He was kind of cute." My sisters are sweet and beautiful, and I love them very much; but they are definitely sluts. "Well," said Whitney, "Andy here still has a lot of lessons to learn. And more importantly, I haven't been fucked yet! What are we going to do next?" "Andy? Are you ready for another go?" asked Britney. I looked down at my cock. It twitched. "Let me finish this Coke, and I think I'll be ready," I said. Ah, to be nineteen again! My beautiful, sexy, stacked sisters, although identical twins, are not completely identical. For instance, Britney is much more given to pontificating than Whitney. And this was her opportunity. "Well, Andy, there are many sexual positions that you should learn, and Sis and I are willing to teach them all to you. But in my opinion, the next one you need to learn is Doggy Style. It's especially useful if you ever need to fuck an ugly girl, because you don't have to look at her face." They both giggled. "Whitney? Would you do the honors?" "Hey! I'm not ugly!" Whitney complained. "Of course, not, Sis!" Brit laughed, kissing her and stroking her hair. "You're almost as beautiful as me. But it's your turn. Unless you want to skip a turn?" "No fucking way!" said Whitney. "Okay, Grasshopper, you get to fuck me like an animal." She got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Her knees were shoulder width apart, and I could see her fat pussy lips sticking out between her soft luscious thighs. "Just sidle on up here and poke it in me." I knee-walked up behind Whitney. Her delicious ass was round and beautiful before me, and I was tempted to take a bite out of it. But my cock was stirring again, and I really wanted to repeat the out of body experience that I'd just had with Britney. Was it real? Did I really feel that? It was so good that it was hard to believe it had actually happened. I had to try it again. I looked at her round ass, her shapely legs, her sleek back. God, she was beautiful. I stroked my hands up and down the back of her thighs; she cooed with delight. I slid my finger into her pussy, hanging there between her legs, smiling backwards at me. "Are you gonna tease me? Or are you gonna fuck me?" Whitney moaned. I remembered that she hadn't had a stiff dick inside her since leaving campus, either. My cock was jutting out like a cannon. I pressed it up against her swollen nether lips, and pushed it inside of her. She moaned, groaned, and shuddered as I entered her. The velvety darkness again took hold of my soul. Just like with Britney, I became completely lost in the moment. The magical touch of my beautiful sister's pussy, those soft, silky, sugar walls of her womanhood, transported me to a magical land of pleasure and euphoria. I pressed my cock in as deep as it would go. I felt my hips press against her soft warm buttocks; I felt my balls slapping against her swollen pussy lips. Instinctively, I grabbed her hips in my hands, and used the leverage to increase the pressure of my swing. We worked up a rhythm. My cock went in and out of her, thrusting and sliding. Whitney responded by slamming her hips back onto my cock. The sounds of slapping flesh and slurping fluids filled the air, along with the fragrances of sweat and pussy juice. I was again transported to that magical land of sex, where the brain is a second class citizen and the body is a god. My cock, buried in her soft, silken pussy, collected enough pleasure to overwhelm my entire body and mind, and overtake my will. We swung; we slammed; we fucked. Fortunately for Whitney, my last orgasm was recent enough that I had a long way to go. My rigid shaft, my flaring cock head, and my slapping nut sack stimulated her sensitive pussy and clit until she cried out with her own orgasm, her head jerking and her hips spasming. The sudden and unexpected motion of her hips pushed me to my own orgasm, and I filled her clenching pussy with my latest injection of sperm. She slowly collapsed down to the bed, and I followed her down, not wanting to withdraw my cock from the cozy, loving sheath of her tight, grasping, beautiful pussy. We lay there on the bed, still coupled, for several minutes. Britney watched us, transfixed. Finally we pulled apart, and rolled over into sitting positions. Britney looked from Whitney's crotch, to mine, and back again. "I don't know which one I want to lick up first!" she said. But she must have tossed a mental coin, for she dove between Whitney's legs and licked up the mingled sperm and pussy juice that was running out of her crack. After that, she switched over to me, and cleaned up my shriveling cock with her soft, swift pink tongue. The love fluids in her tummy made Britney all the hornier; she was ready for the next fucking lesson. However, I was still in recovery mode. "Andy, I think it's time for you to experience the Cowgirl position. Are you ready?" I looked down at my cock, which was doing it's best to hide. "Um, Sis, I think I need a few minutes here," I told her. She was not happy to hear it. "Well, maybe we can speed things up. Sis?" She looked at Whitney. "I think that Andy needs to experience the Double Blow Job. What do you think?" "It couldn't hurt!" said Whitney. They pushed me over onto my back and spread my legs wide, and both attacked my limp dick with their soft, luscious, moist, loving mouths. Whitney wrapped her lips around my cock head, and Britney slurped my balls into her mouth. They sucked and slurped, loved and licked. Their hands roamed up and down my thighs, probed my anus, and jacked my shaft. It wasn't long before my cock was again at full extension; long, hard, bright red, and ready for action! I lay on my back, my stiff cock pointing upward like a Saturn 5 rocket on a launch pad. "Mmm, that's a tasty sight," said Britney. "Now, Grasshopper, you are about to experience the Cowgirl Fuck. Many men love it, because it takes minimal effort on their part. All you have to do is lie there. And, if you want, do a little thrusting with your hips." "That works for me," I said. Frankly, I was ready for a little relaxation, not that I didn't want to continue the sex. This sounded just perfect. Britney pulled my legs straight out below me, knees down, and legs together. She straddled my groin, crouching on the balls of her slender, dainty feet. She hovered her pussy lips just above the glowing purple head of my cock. She grasped my shaft in her hand and guided it toward its target. "Just lay there, baby brother," she said. "And let your big sister do all the work." She slowly lowered herself onto my shaft, impaling her body on my stiff, red, engorged member. I felt her pussy engulfing me, swallowing me, enveloping me. That same feeling of euphoria, of being transported to another time and dimension, took over my mind. My eyes half closed and rolled back into their sockets, and I gave myself over to the infinite pleasures of being buried in her soft, moist, warm, tender tunnel of love. As the infinitely slick and tight flesh of her pussy enveloped the smooth flesh of my cock, she proceeded to bounce up and down on her knees. Sometimes, she would only rise and fall a few inches, executing short, sharp swipes along my throbbing, pumping member. Other times, she would slowly rise until my cock head almost popped out, the purple rim just starting to appear on the outside, and then slide back down, taking me back in to the root. Sometimes she would rotate her hips in a belly dancer's circle, bringing the maximum pressure to various parts of my cock at various parts of the cycle. Other times she would lean backwards a bit, and reach behind her to slowly polish and massage the tight skin of my scrotum while she bounced up and down on my flagpole. Looking up at her, I couldn't help but marvel at my beautiful, loving, sexy, large-breasted and extremely horny sister, and think about how much I loved her. I also couldn't help but think about how erotic her breasts were, swinging in those beautiful arcs on her chest; her stiff, crinkly brown nipples pointing forward. I reached up with both hands and grasped them, squeezing slightly. I caught her nipples in the V between two fingers with each hand, and tweaked them as I massaged. Her moaning and panting increased even further. She threw her head back until I could no longer see her face; only the pointed underside of her chin sat atop her shoulders from my angled perspective, a pale white triangle aiming towards Heaven. She began to bounce faster and harder and more furiously. I could feel the familiar gurgling in my balls that signaled an orgasm was on its way, like the distant rumble of a train far down the track, quickly approaching the station but still too far away to see. And just like that iron horse sliding down the steel rails of the track, my steely shaft slid deeper and deeper into the velvety, loving depths of her moist, warm, loving, sucking pussy. I felt that I was about to launch, and Britney felt it as well. She watched my eyes. As soon as the inevitability of my orgasm shook my body, she slammed her pelvis down to my hips and leaned forward as far as she could go. As my cock shot spurt after spurt of pearly white jism into her deepest caverns, she leaned forward and ground her clit on my pubic bone, back and forth and in tiny little circles. It was just the stimulation she needed to put herself over the edge as well. She shouted out in her orgasm, and flung herself forward, burying her face in my neck. I felt the fleshy mounds of her voluptuous breasts pressing down onto my chest. I felt her thighs squeeze tightly against my hips. I reached my hands around her ass and grabbed tightly onto her fabulous buns. She shook several times, the powerful orgasm sending spasms throughout her body, and squeezing the last few drops out of my cock. I could feel the cum running back down out of her pussy and onto my balls. My Sexy Sisters Again "Bravo!" said Whitney from the sidelines, and clapped her hands together a few times. "What a show! You guys are almost as much fun to watch as you are to fuck!" Brit raised her head up from my shoulder and smiled at me. Then she plunged her mouth to mine, and we kissed deeply and lovingly. I felt my sister's lips, full, soft, and voluptuous, gently caressing and sucking my own. I felt her quick, clever tongue, slender and pink, snaking deep inside my mouth. Then I felt Whitney's quick clever tongue lapping at my balls! She was eagerly licking up the love sauces that Brit and I had carelessly let escape. Although naturally I couldn't see the action, I had no doubt that Whitney was able to lap up every drop. These two never let a secretion go to waste. I wondered if the sheets would even need to be washed when we were finished with our session! Eventually we were all lying on the bed on our backs, our arms and legs entangled, hands groping each other at random, laughing and joking and kissing as only horny, loving siblings can. We kissed each other at random, and at random points on our bodies. It was a smooching free for all! I enjoyed kissing my beautiful, sexy, voluptuous sisters on their breasts, on their tummies, on their thighs, on their buttocks, on their mouths. I enjoyed sucking their beautiful painted toes and fingers. I enjoyed licking their belly buttons and their earlobes and the backs of their knees. Meanwhile, they kissed me on my abdomen, my chest, my ass crack, my nut sack, and of course my cock, up and down the shaft and around the purple, flaring head. And they kissed each other everywhere; on their long sleek legs; on their slender arms; on their proud rib cages and their graceful necks. We kissed each other everywhere that three loving horny siblings in a double bed can kiss each other, and then, finally, we all fell asleep, still entwined, exhausted. We woke up several hours later, refreshed and horny all over again. Britney and Whitney looked at each other with thoughtful looks on their pretty faces. "I want to ride him now!" said Whitney. "You looked like you really enjoyed it." "Well, I want his tongue in my pussy again!" said Britney. "I haven't had his mouth on my clit since last night." They started at each other for a few seconds. Then they both yelled out, "Triangle!" and laughed uproariously and kissed each other enthusiastically, their long blonde hair flying around their beautiful faces and heads. "Excuse me," I said, hesitantly, feeling a little left out on the reference. "What exactly is 'triangle'?" Sometimes these two scared me. "Oh, you're going to love it, Grasshopper," explained Britney. "We'll do most of the work. You just need to lie there and do what comes naturally." Well, I figured, they were the teachers, and I was the student. Whatever they wanted, I was willing to go along. I hadn't regretted it yet. "On your back, youngster," laughed Whitney, pointing to the middle of the double bed. I stretched out on my back, my cock, once again stiff as a baseball bat, pointing at the ceiling. Whitney pushed my knees together. I was again in position for the Cowgirl fuck. She straddled me, crouching up on the balls of her dainty feet, her moist, delicious pussy hovering inches above my cock, ready to be impaled. Britney swung her leg over my head, and lowered her own succulent set of pussy lips down to my face. As my tongue felt the first tangy taste of her juices, I felt Whitney's slippery snatch descend onto my rigid tool, gradually taking it in to the hilt. The dual sensations of Whitney's pussy on my cock, and Britney's snatch on my mouth, pushed me into pure ecstasy and beyond. When I looked up and saw Brit leaning forward, I knew what was going on: those two horny lusty sluts were locking lips over my belly! I could hear the slurping, smacking sounds of their osculating mouths, their gulping gullets, their sweet saliva running down their chins. I couldn't see it, but my mind's eye filled in the beautiful, erotic image of their angelic faces, their pouty mouths, their clever pink grade-school eraser tongues all over each other. And all the time, I tasted the sweet, salty, intimate flavor of Britney's fabulous pussy nectar running down my tongue, and felt the smooth, sleek sheath of Whitney's talented pussy inhaling my cock, head, shaft, and all, deep within her love canal. My tongue explored all of the nooks and crannies and soft voluptuous folds of Brit's beautiful, loving vagina; my cock invaded and penetrated the depths and breadths of Whitney's wonderful, snug, gripping womanhood. And my ears constantly reminded me of the beautiful, gasping, slippery, moist strawberry-red mouths playing obscenely in the air just above my body. We worked into a perfect three-way rhythm; my tongue in Brit's groove, poking and prodding and slurping up the tangy, womanly secretions of her sweet, musky pussy walls; my cock in Whitney's snatch, sliding up and down, in and out, the slippery skin of my shaft being pulled and pushed as the ultra-sensitive tissues of the rim of my cock head were massaged by her smooth, loving membranes; and their soft, squirming, salivating mouths dancing and playing like a pair of ballerinas in the air. Our hips all began to undulate, our mouths continued to munch on each other, and our hearts raced and our pulses pounded. We all felt the rising endorphins, the surging hormones, the raging brain waves at the same time. We all felt the urgency, the ecstasy, the agony of irresistible pleasures in tune with one another. Each of us felt our souls begin to tip over the edge, begin to lose our balance, begin to feel the inevitable plunge down the inexorable slope of orgasm at the same time. Britney clenched her thighs around my skull and I knew that she was cumming; instinctually, I jammed my cock further up into Whitney's pussy and she knew that I was cumming; and Whitney bit down on Brit's tongue and jerked her hips like a fish on a line, and we all knew that she was coming. We all cried out as one; one long, loud, loving, yodeling scream of pleasure! The girls crashed over to the side, boobs bouncing and buns twitching, sprawling on the mattress, and we once again found ourselves in a tangle of limbs, lips, and loins. We lay there for long moments, panting and catching our breath. I glanced over at the long, milky white limbs of my beautiful, sexy, slutty, loving sisters, so entangled with each other and with myself. Gradually, we pulled ourselves apart, and sat up on the bed. We looked at each other, huge smiles on our faces. We panted and grinned at each other. We didn't know what came next, and we didn't care. We were living in the moment, and what a fabulous moment it was. At that point, I knew that I had achieved my goal: I was a sexual dynamo, and would never need to feel gawky or awkward with women again. I loved my sisters. I looked them both in the eyes. "I want to thank you guys," I said. "You really came through for me. I was such a dork, and you turned me into a sexual dynamo, just like I wanted! You taught me everything. You are the best." I meant it, too. "Everything?" said Whitney, her eyebrows shooting upwards. She shot a quick glance at Britney, who giggled. "Oh, Grasshopper, we have so much more to show you!" Then she and Britney laughed and threw pillows at each other, and grabbed me and threw me to my back on the double mattress again. But the rest of the story can wait for another day.... My Sexy Sisters "Ooh, you're doing great, bro," cooed Whitney. "Now flick my nip." I passed the pad of my thumb over her nipple, flicking it back and forth. I was amazed how springy and rubbery it felt. I brought my fingers together and gently tweaked it. "Ooh, harder!" Whitney moaned. I squeezed harder, and watched as her eyes widened in delight. I brought up my other hand and likewise ministered to her other breast and nipple. Soon I had her moaning and panting with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. We made out again, furiously. She pressed her groin to my thigh, rubbing her pussy against my leg, her need growing. I could have kept that up forever. Well, at least until my cock exploded from the pressure, that is. But we didn't get that far. After a while, Britney wanted her turn. She tapped Whitney on the shoulder. "Step aside, Sis," she said. "My turn." She wrapped her arms around my waist, and the process was repeated. Soon I was squeezing her luscious boobs, pinching her hard brown nipples, and sucking her beautiful face and tongue. She buried her long blue fingernails into the flesh of my buttocks as we ground our groins together. Eventually, Britney pulled back. "Whoa, I think we need a break!" she said, fanning her face with her hands. "I'm getting really hot, and that cock of yours is about to drill a whole through my tummy!" She looked at Whitney. "I think he needs to be drained again, Sis." Whitney looked at me. "Back on the bed, Grasshopper, on your back," she said. "It's time for your first pure hand job. These are a specialty of mine." She positioned me near the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging off the edge. She knelt on the floor between them. "Some guys think that a hand job is inferior to a blow job," she said. "Or to a combo blowjob/handjob. Those guys have never experienced one of my hand jobs." She took a bottle of lube from the night stand and poured a generous puddle of the thick, viscous liquid into her palm. She rubbed her hands together, and blew on them. "I think you are going to enjoy this," she said. I had no doubt she was right! Even though I'd already blown two loads since entering the room, all of the kissing and hugging and fondling and crotch grinding had served to generate another backload of sperm in my balls. Whitney cupped my nut sack from below in her left hand, and gently rolled my gonads back and forth. Involuntarily, my back arched slightly. "You like that, don't you?" she asked rhetorically, as my scrotum slipped and slid in her slick, oily palm. Meanwhile, her right hand slowly and erotically wrapped itself around the straining, bright red shaft of my cock. She squeezed with just the right amount of pressure; not too much, and not too little. She squeezed and at the same time slowly jacked up and down the length, from the root buried in my pubic hair, up to just below the glowing purple head. She jacked up and down, up and down, all the while jiggling my balls with the skill of a juggler. "I love your cock, Andy," she said. "I love the way it feels in my hand; the warmth, the firmness, the tightness of the skin. What a great cock!" Each time she said "cock," I felt myself get a little harder, a little longer. That was her plan, of course. She knew the power of the voice. Then she lifted her hand higher on my cock, and grasped the swollen purple head as if it were a doorknob. She twisted and spun on the doorknob, stimulating the ultra-sensitive rim of my cock head with her lubed-up palm. This made me arch my back even further. As soon as my buttocks left the bed, she slid her left hand back further, to behind where my scrotum joined my body, just below my butt hole. She poked the tip of her middle finger, just to the first knuckle, into my virginal, puckered anus, and crooked it slightly forward. I thought I would explode! The combination of her slick, twisting, doorknob motion on my cock head, and her probing, beckoning finger in my ass, kicked me over the edge. I screamed out with pleasure, and launched a thick rope of sperm several feet in the air! Whitney watched the white tower climb, and fall back onto my stomach. She greedily lapped it up. She looked pleased with herself. "I told you they were my specialty," she said smugly. I believed her. "Is he ready for his next lesson, Sis?" asked Britney. Whitney fondled my now only semi-erect cock. "Yes, I think he's drained enough that his brain will have some blood in it," she said jokingly. "What should we teach him next?" "What every boy needs to know," said Britney. "How to eat pussy!" She looked at me. "Andy, when we are done teaching you how to eat pussy, you will be a master. And then, you will never have to go wanting for sex again." Whitney nodded in solemn agreement. "First, we'll show you how it's done, and then you'll try your hand. Or, your tongue, I mean!" Whitney took my place on the bed, on her back, with her legs dangling. Britney knelt between them. She placed her hands on Whitney's knees, and pressed them gently apart. I stood behind her, watching intently. "Observe, youngster," Britney lectured. "You always start slow and sensuous; that's how women like it." She bent her head down, not to Whitney's moist, beckoning pussy, but to her creamy white thighs. Brit slowly licked Whitney's left knee, swirling her tongue in tiny circles around the knee cap before beginning the journey up the long, sleek, smooth skin of her thigh. She flicked her tongue back and forth in tiny, dancing moves. Whitney moaned softly, and tiny bumps sprang out on her skin. Brit continued her journey northward, slowly approaching Whitney's pussy, which by this time has parted slightly and begun to glisten with a moist dew. Slowly, she approached the promised land. But, when she had come to within inches of the moist, luscious, velvety lips of Whitney's snatch, she abruptly moved her head back down to Whitney's other knee, and began the journey all over again. Whitney, rather than complain, moaned even louder. Britney continued to flick and swirl her tongue, and to slowly climb the length of the creamy white thigh. Whitney's pussy was open and glistening, the folds of her lips unfurled, and her pink nub of a clit poking out of its lair. Britney traversed each of her thighs several times, making sure that Whitney was completely worked up. Finally, agonizingly, she stopped, and hovered her mouth above our sister's wide open love tunnel. She blew a soft stream of air gently onto the open pair of lips, causing Whitney to wriggle and squirm with delight. Britney looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes silently telling me to "watch this!" I stared intently. Brit's tongue slowly approached the very bottom of Whitney's crack, and, flicking rapidly and tenderly back and forth, began to apply stimulation to that lower end of her pussy. Whitney groaned. Continuing her sideways flicking, Britney gradually moved her tongue higher and higher up Whitney's lips, her sideways motion increasing as she neared the wider, middle portion of the moist, distended pussy. I could smell the heady musky fragrance of the love juices wafting up to my nostrils. Slowly, lovingly, Brit's tongue approached the top of Whitney's pussy, getting ever closer to the sensitive clit, which was pointing straight up, wanting its due. But she didn't reach it. When she was close to the clit, she suddenly dropped back down to the bottom again, and once again began the slow, tortuous climb toward the top. Like the famous itsy bitsy spider that keeps getting washed down the drain spout, she kept approaching the top, and then starting over from the bottom. Whitney, of course, was going crazy. "Do me, Sis, do me!" Whitney was screaming. She'd had enough of the teasing. "Lick it, oh baby, lick it!" Britney finally gave in, and lightly flicked her tongue across Whitney's clit. Whitney screamed in ecstasy! I hoped that the neighbors were gone for the weekend, too. Brit flicked across the clit again and again, over and over. Whitney screamed and thrashed, flinging her head back and forth on the sheets. Finally, she clamped her thighs on Britney's head, and let out a long, loud wail of pure pleasure. Her fingers, with her manicured pink nails, clutched the sheets, nearly tearing them from the bed. Britney waited for Whitney to relax, and then extricated her head from our sister's grasping thighs. She looked at me. "Any questions, youngster?" she joked. I pushed my jaw back up to my face. I had never seen anything like this before, not even on the internet. "That, that... that was incredible! Do you really think I can learn to do that?" "Well, I certainly hope so! I don't want to go all summer only getting it from Sis here. I want TWO lovers as good as I am to be licking my hot throbbing pussy," she said. "Are you ready to give it a shot?" Whitney sat up on the bed, breathing hard. "Go for it, little bro. You do Sis, and I'll coach you from the sidelines in case you need any pointers." Brit took Whitney's place on the bed, her pert butt near the edge, and her long, slender legs hanging off. I knelt between them. I admired the smooth, creamy skin, the finely toned muscles of her calves, and her beautiful, dainty feet with the bright blue toenails. I could have died happy just kneeling there, stroking her marvelous legs and staring at her gorgeous pussy. Whitney urged me on and broke me out of my reverie. "Go ahead, Grasshopper," she said. "It isn't going to lick itself! Sis is waiting." I didn't want to imitate Brit's every move, so instead, after gently prying her legs apart, I planted dainty little kisses up and down both of her thighs. Up and down, from her knees up to just below her pussy, I smooched tiny little lip smacks on her creamy white flesh. She seemed to enjoy it. After several minutes of that, I couldn't wait any more. I just had to get my first taste of pussy. How I had dreamed of pussy all of my teen years. Dreamed of how it would smell, how it would feel, how it would taste. How it would suck in my cock and engulf it. And now, here I was, mere inches from the beautiful, moist, pungent pussy of my beloved sister. It was all I could do to keep from attacking it with my teeth like a big juicy tomato! But instead, I approached it slowly and gently. I pursed my lips, and daintily kissed the lower end of her glistening wet vertical smile. I applied gentle suction on her sexy wet pussy lips, kissing them like a dainty mouth. The smacking sound brought a smile to her face, as well as a shudder of pleasure. I hopped my mouth up her lips in small, tiny jumps, smooching and smacking all the way up. When I got near to the top, I went back down to the bottom, imitating the itsy bitsy spider technique that I had observed earlier. Britney cooed and moaned with pleasure. I could see her clit, stiff and pink, poking out from the top of her perfectly formed pussy, but I studiously avoided it for awhile. I was just thinking that it was time to smack a kiss on that little stiff pink nub, when Whitney whispered in my ear. "Give her a finger in the snatch!" she hissed. I turned my right hand palm up, and extended my middle finger. I slowly slid it into the sopping wet pussy before me. I was in! For the first time in my life, part of my body was inside a woman's pussy! I felt triumphant. Britney jerked with surprise, but didn't complain. I pushed my finger further in, until my knuckles were pressed up against her lips. An instinct told me to twist it, so I did. Brit's moaning and groaning became louder. Whitney leaned her mouth up to me again, her hot breath in my ear. "Give her two fingers," she said. I pulled my hand out temporarily, extended two fingers, and then shoved them back in. Brit moaned louder than ever! I pushed in and out, in and out, and continued to twist. Britney was going nuts. I finally leaned down and began lapping at her clit. The light flicking thing that I had observed earlier seemed far too gentle to go along with my urgent finger fucking, so instead I lapped and slashed at her clit with my tongue, over and over, like a dog at a bowl of water. My fingers inside her hole never let up their twisting and poking. The thrashing of her body and the moans from her throat told me that I was doing something right. I continued the sawing and twisting with my fingers, and the lapping on her clit with my tongue, and gradually increased the speed and intensity of both. Brit's reactions likewise sped up, her moans climbing to a wail, her twitching elevating into full body seizures! I could feel her building up to a climax, and it didn't take long. A few more stokes, a few more licks, and she was screaming, her love fluids pouring out of her pussy and onto my tongue and face. Her thighs clamped around my head, nearly suffocating me. Eventually Britney relaxed and I was able to pull my head back out. I rocked back on my heels and looked at her. Whitney leapt forward and threw her arms around my neck. "You did it, little bro, you did it!" she was yelling. "Some guys go their entire lives without learning to eat pussy. But you did it right, first time out of the box. No wonder we love you." And she gave me a big kiss on the lips. I put my arms around her, and we smooched and hugged while waiting for Britney to come back to life. I think Whitney enjoyed tasting Britney's sauces on my mouth as much as she enjoyed the kissing. Finally Britney struggled up to a sitting position, her cascading blonde hair tousled around her beautiful face. Her bright blue eyes flashed. "Not bad, Grasshopper; not bad at all," she said. "I think you've got it!" We all laughed. At this point, the hour was getting pretty late. We suddenly realized that we hadn't had any dinner, and were all starving. Britney got up and ordered a pizza, extra large, with the works. While waiting for it to arrive, we all lay on the bed, with me in the middle, and cuddled and smooched and fondled each other. Our hands roamed freely over each others' bodies, touching and stroking and probing. We had no inhibitions at all; we were as intimate as any three people can be. I love my sexy sisters. The doorbell rang, and Whitney remembered to throw a robe on as she went to get the pizza. We ate it sitting in bed, naked, talking and laughing and planning out the rest of our sex lessons for the weekend. If anyone dripped food on themselves, there were always two volunteers to lick it off. More than once, I deliberately dripped food onto my cock. My beautiful, naked, loving sisters always licked it clean together. When the pizza was gone, we lay back on the bed together. I was still in the middle, my arms outstretched, my sexy naked sisters on their sides, facing me. They stroked their soft, beautiful hands up and down my chest, playing with my nipples, and down to my crotch, playing with my cock. I was still rock hard, and enjoyed watching Brit's bright blue nails and Whitney's pink nails wrapped around my stiff red shaft, slowly and casually jacking it with light, tender touches. We were completely out of energy, and knew that we would have to go to sleep for the night. But tomorrow we would continue the lessons. As I was drifting off to sleep, a thought struck me. I shouted out, "Hey, I haven't even fucked either of you yet!" "Don't worry, baby brother," said Whitney. "It's only Friday night. We have all weekend to break you in." They each bit playfully onto one of my nipples, and I pulled them close to me with my arms around their necks. Then we fell into a deep sleep. TO BE CONTINUED...