0 comments/ 68861 views/ 13 favorites Sisters Forever By: OhMyGoddess! "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Ashley groaned and buried her face in her pillow as she screamed that phrase for the hundredth time. "Why can’t they just give me some peace?" she cried and wrapped the silken pillow around her head and kicked her long legs up and down on the bed in a frustrated tantrum. But as the loud music and laughter drifted upstairs from the sorority party on the first floor, Ashley sighed and admitted that this discomfort is what she deserved. Ashley was a sophomore at the local university, not far from her home in Massachusetts. During her freshman year, she lived in the dorms, but had decided to join one of the university sororities. Ashley had rushed for the Tri Kappa Sigma sorority as a freshman, and after several grueling weeks of hazing and serving the established sisters, she was finally accepted and welcomed. As a member of the sorority, Ashley gained all the privileges of a sister, including the option of moving out of the dorms and into the off-campus sorority house as a freshman, before any of the other students were allowed to move off-campus. However, Ashley wasn’t so sure she could handle living with her numerous sisters, whose parties had become the stuff of legend around the campus. Ashley was an academic-minded girl, attending the university due to a full academic scholarship, and she knew full well just how hard it would be to maintain the required 3.60 or higher GPA to keep that scholarship while living in the dorms, much less at the sorority house. So Ashley declined and finished out her freshman year in the dorms. However, upon returning to school this September for her sophomore year, Ashley was convinced by her best friend and sorority sister, Kali, to move into the sorority house. Now, on this particular night, as the music sounded louder than ever before, Ashley really regretted her decision. It was balmy September night in the beginning of the semester. One of those last lingering days of summer that just would not relent in its hot discomfort. Ashley rolled over onto her back and kicked the sheet off her body in hot frustration. Ashley was an attractive young woman, 19 with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and light brown eyes. She was in decent shape with small 32B perky breasts, although some would call her a little lanky for her 5’10" frame. Ashley tried to get comfortable, but the heat of the night was just too much to bear. Even with her two windows wide open and dressed in just a simple black bra and panties, this last summer night would not let go of its discomfort. A soft knock sounded on her door, almost too soft to hear over the din of the party below. "What!?" Ashley called out in an irritated voice. The door opened to reveal the form of her friend Kali dressed in a long white robe, who entered in a shy fashion and closed the door behind her. Kali was a beautiful young woman, at 20 a year older than Ashley, the two had met during Ashley’s first weeks as a pledge and instantly became the best of friends. Kali had long blonde hair that wasn’t the type of hair that simply fell down to her shoulders. Kali’s hair was "full", as Ashley called it, framing her clear, smooth face and wonderful brown eyes. Kali smiled a little and walked over to sit next to Ashley on the bed. "You look mad," Kali said. "I am mad, Kali," Ashley answered, sighing and staring up at the ceiling. "I knew moving in here would be a bad idea. I don’t know how I let you talk me into it Kali." "I’m sorry Ashley," Kali apologized. "I thought we would have a blast living here together, when I should have taken your own situation into consideration. I heard you shouting and decided to see what was bugging you, as if I didn’t already know." Ashley smiled and patted Kali on the arm to reassure her. "I’m not mad at you Kali, just mad at myself. So what are you still doing up? You look like you’re ready for bed. Party not going as expected?" "Ha!" Kali laughed loudly. "A bunch of horn-dog, drunk guys and my horn-dog, drunk sisters all downstairs getting it on on the dance floor isn’t my idea of a great party anymore." Kali looked down at Ashley and grinned, absently placing her hand on her friend’s smooth stomach. "Maybe I’m getting too sick of this same old stuff?" Kali shifted to her knees, her robe opening a little to reveal her smooth bare legs. "I guess I’m just getting old, huh?" "Yeah," Ashley laughed, "20 is very old. You should just give up on guys and become an old spinster." Kali laughed and the two friends sat together in silence for a while, listening to the music from the party and the breathing of their bodies. Kali still had her hand on Ashley’s stomach and had been softly running her fingers around her belly button in a slow circle. "You know," Ashley finally said, taking hold of Kali’s hand and removing it from her stomach. "You are my best friend Kali. I don’t hate it here too much, I’m just glad that we can live across the hall from each other." Kali smiled back at Ashley and did something she never thought about doing before. Something that instinct just made her do. Kali leaned down and softly kissed Ashley’s stomach. Puling back, Kali looked down at Ashley, half surprised by her own instinctual action and half aroused by it. Ashley, feeling the same exact way, sat up onto her knees and took Kali’s hands in her own. They entwined their fingers together, holding each other’s hands tightly, and Ashley leaned forward kissing kali gently on the forehead. Leaning her forehead against Kali’s, Ashley looked at her friend and smiled. "What are we doing Kali?" Kali grinned and tightened her grip on Ashley’s hands. "I have no idea," she answered kissed Ashley on the lips. That kiss lasted a lifetime, their lips at first gently pressing against each other, then pulling back and coming in contact once more. Kali was the first to move her tongue against Ashley’s lips, parting them and seeking her friend’s. Their tongues played together in each other’s mouths, as their kisses became more passionate, and livelier. Kali released her grip on Ashley’s hands and grabbed Ashley’s face, pulling her into an even more passionate embrace, her thumbs sunning across Ashley’s smooth cheeks. Ashley ran her fingers through Kali’s silken hair, then down to her shoulders, slipping the robe from her body and revealing Kali’s incredible body. Ashley broke their kiss and worked her lips and tongue down Kali’s neck and shoulder, finally stopping at her chest. Reaching behind, Ashley unhooked Kali’s bra and her 33C breasts came into full view. Ashley fondled each one in her hands, kneading the soft flesh and running Kali’s large nipples between her finger and thumb. Kali let out a long and heartfelt "Ohhhhhhh," as Ashley replaced her fingers with her tongue, flicking the hardened nipples and sucking them eagerly into her mouth. Kissing the top of her friend’s head, kali unhooked Ashley’s bra, and pushed her back onto the bed. Kali looked down on her best friend and now lover and smiled, running her hands over Ashley’s small breasts, down her hips and to her white thighs. Slipping her fingers beneath Ashley’s black panties, kali pulled them, down, and kissed up Ashley’s thighs to her neatly trimmed pussy. "Oh God yessssss," Ashley moaned as Kali first licked her wet lips, her hands on either side, pushing her thighs further apart. Kali licked up and down, sucking Ashley’s long pussy lips into her mouth and gently nibbling on them. Slowly, Kali slipped one finger inside her friend’s wet pussy, moving it in and out slowly at first. Ashley groaned and started moving her hips against her friend’s finger. Reaching down, Ashley grabbed Kali’s hand and rubbed it against her pussy. "Two Kali, use two fingers." Kali grinned and slipped a second finger inside Ashley’s pussy, moving them faster and rotating them as they slide in and out. "Ohhhh yesss Kali, faster Kali," Ashley moaned, moving her hips in rhythm with Kali’s fucking fingers. Kali sped up the pace and her other hand moved to reveal Ashley’s hard clit. Kali sucked Ashley’s clit into her mouth as she slid a third finger inside Ashley’s loose pussy. "YESSSS," Ashley screamed as she felt the combined pleasure of Kali’s fingers and her tongue on her clit. "OH…YESSSS…" Ashley groaned, as she could barely keep her ass on the bed, lifting it and squirming beneath her friend’s oral talents. Kali knew her friend was close to cumming and did what she liked to have done before she came. Kali bite down gently on Ashley’s hard clit and sucked it forcefully into her mouth, slamming her three fingers into Ashley’s dripping pussy. "OHHHH," Ashley screamed, lifting her hips off the bed and grabbing her friend’s hair and pulling her hard against her spasming pussy. "YESSSS, KALI…MAKE ME CUM BABY…OHHHHHHHHHH…MMMMMMM." Ashley bucked once, then twice, then three times as her powerful series of orgasms surged through her body. Kali kissed up Ashley’s thighs, stomach, and breasts, finally bringing her wet face and lips to Ashley’s mouth. "Mmmm," Ashley moaned as she tasted and licked her own juices off Kali’s lips and chin. "Kali, that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced." Ashley wrapped her arms tightly around her lover and held her in a loving embrace. "I mean, I’ve been with guys who have eaten me out, but that was something so spectacular." Kali kissed Ashley’s neck and grinned. "I don’t know what came over me Ashley. I’ve never thought about doing that to a girl before, but I just knew it was the right thing to do with you." Ashley kissed Kali again and smiled a mischievous smile. "Well, I know what the right thing to do with you is." With that, Ashley turned Kali over onto her back, and wasting no time, pulled off Kali’s panties. Ashley stared with lust and love at the beautiful, neatly trimmed blonde pussy that awaited her. Without so much as a second thought or question, Ashley lowered her mouth to Kali’s soaked pussy. "Mmmmm," Kali moaned as she felt Ashley’s first kiss on her pussy. "Yessss, that feels so wonderful Ashley." Ashley looked up and smiled, then ran her tongue quickly along Kali’s pussy, then began to lick at it in a quick manner, lick a dog lapping at a water bowl. "Uhhh, uhhh yeah," Kali cried, moving her full hips in pace with Ashley’s licking tongue. Ashley slide two fingers inside Kali and hooked them slightly, and began moving them in an out at a rapid pace. "Ohhh Ashley…so close already," kali mumbled as she bucked against Ashley’s fingers. Ashley quickly found Kali’s clit and started to quickly flick it with her tongue, as her fingers fucked Kali’s pussy. Kali, already so excited by doing the same to Ashley did not have to wait long to climax. "OH GOD YESSSSSS," Kali screamed and gripped Ashley’s head tightly between her thighs, moaning "OHHHH," as her pussy exploded into orgasm after orgasm. Ashley licked Kali’s throbbing pussy as her friend’s body quivered in the afterglow of sex. Ashley climbed up next to Kali and the two shared a long and loving kiss. Resting her head against Kali’s neck, Ashley laughed. "What?" Kali asked, nuzzling her face in Ashley’s soft hair. "I was just thinking why this wasn’t on the pledge list of things to do last semester." They both broke out into laughter and held each other tight. "You know Ashley," Kali smiled and ran her hand along her lover’s side and firm ass. "I think that we would both benefit by moving out of the sorority house and into an apartment. You think you can afford your share of the rent?" Ashley gazed up as Kali’s hand rested on her ass, and kissed Kali softly on the lips. "I think we are going to have a great apartment." Sisters Forever Saint Mary's was a Catholic boarding school in the middle of nowhere. It was an old Gothic-style mansion that was converted into a school when the previous owner died and willed his family's estate to the Church, provided that it would be turned into a school. Beth Chandler was my best friend…my only friend, in this prison called Saint Mary's. We met when we were but five years of age, and had taken an oath to become blood sisters. Now, at eighteen, we thought we knew everything. Beth and I had Sister Monique as our mentor. Sister Monique was new, and very pretty. The nuns at Saint Mary's were downright ugly, but Sister Monique was very beautiful. We adored her French accent and she had dark brown eyes that could either soothe the savage beast or kill with a flick of emotion. This was the year that we were allowed to share a room with a single person, it was one of the honors bestowed on the senior class. Beth and I were roommates; we didn't let anyone keep us apart. Our curiosity about sex was frowned upon by the nuns in general, but Sister Monique was very open-minded and let us ask questions. She never said she had all the answers, but that didn't matter to us, she was giving us room to grow and wasn't stagnating our development. We thought the world of her. One night, just before Easter break, Sister Monique took gravely ill. She had been walking in the gardens of the estate one night and was attacked by what they said was a wild animal. She had two puncture wounds in her neck and had lost a lot of blood. They sent her to the hospital because she was so close to death. 'Ronnie, wake up'. I opened my eyes and saw Beth standing over me. 'Mother Martina wants us in the Great Hall.' That meant that there was something bad either going to happen or has happened. I looked at Beth. 'Sister Monique?' 'Sister Ann didn't say. Only that Mother Martina wants us in the Great Hall.' Beth and I rushed to put our uniforms on and then ran out of our room and downstairs to the Great Hall. We sat there for what seemed like an eternity while Mother Martina made her entrance. She was an old woman, frail, and was, to us, beyond ugly. We swore that she was a witch in disguise. She needed help with walking and with standing. Her voice was weak and barely audible. The announcement however, was very clear. 'Sister Monique had died from loss of blood.' There was not a dry eye in that room. Not even hard-nosed Sister Agnes had a dry eye. We went back to our rooms and got ready for bed, but it was useless because no one could sleep. We were told to try and the nuns gave us the same old stupid excuse, 'It's God's will.' I woke up but didn't want to face the day. The only adult here that understood how we felt was gone. I looked over at Beth's bed; she must have gotten an early start. I slid out of bed, put my robe and slippers on, grabbed my toothbrush and other essential things and made my way down the hall to the shower. The sight of twenty teenage girls standing in line to use the shower made me think that Beth had the right idea for getting an early start. I went and stood in the long line. 'Come with me, Veronica', Sister Ann said gravely. 'What's wrong, Sister?' We walked back to my room and she opened the door for me. She had the same expression on her face the night Sister Monique died. 'It is very bad news, Veronica. Your friend, Elizabeth, is dead.' My heart dropped. 'She was found outside, in the garden last night. Another wild animal.' Beth…my only friend…dead. 'Were you aware she was going out?' I shook my head. I had no idea Beth was going outside to the garden. 'Get dressed and go to the chapel and light a candle for your friend. Pray that God take her soul into heaven.' I did as Sister Ann had told me. I spent the whole day in the chapel, praying. I prayed to God, Jesus, Mary, and every saint I could think of and even to the angels, requesting they take care of my friend, my blood sister. That night I went to bed alone. It was an unseasonably hot April night so I opened my window. I fell asleep quickly. 'Ronnie?' I opened my eyes and when my vision became accustomed to the darkness, I saw her. My friend, my sister…Beth. She was so beautiful. Tall, with long wavy dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She lay down next to me and we talked for awhile. It startled me when she kissed me on my lips. 'Beth?' 'Don't worry, Ronnie. It's natural to be curious.' She kissed me again, this time I took in her passionate, full lips and returned her favor. Her soft hand went down to my breasts, rubbing them hard. My legs spread instinctively but her touch went no further. 'I must leave, it's almost sunrise.' 'No, please don't go.' 'I must. Tell no one you saw me. Meet me tonight in the garden.' 'What time?' 'When everyone is asleep.' She kissed me again. Then she was gone. I went on like nothing had happened. For all I knew, nothing did…it was like a dream. It didn't make sense to me that Beth would be dead but would come back to me. But I didn't care. I had felt this strange urge within me when she kissed me. I wanted her. I couldn't concentrate on anything. Sister Joan thought it was because of shock, and sent me to the infirmary. The doctor sent me to my room for rest. I slept until it got dark. I went downstairs quickly and quietly, then went outside to the garden. The night was not as warm as the night before and I was standing outside with only my nightgown and slippers on. 'You came.' I turned around and saw Beth, smiling. 'You asked me to meet you here.' Beth put her arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately. This startled me and I pulled away from her. 'I love you Ronnie.' 'As a friend…as a sister.' She smiled. 'Yes, and soon to be lover.' 'Lover?' I asked, stepping back away from her. 'Please, Ronnie. Don't be afraid of me.' She sounded rather sad just then. I did not know what to expect. I was a virgin, as I thought she was also. The thought of sex not only excited me but also frightened me. I was afraid of the pain, but there would be no pain with another of my sex. 'What do you want from me?' 'I want to make love to you.' I bowed my head in shame. I, too, felt the urge to make love to her. There had been many times when the nuns were not looking that we would touch each other's pussies, breasts, or rub up against each other, but nothing further. We played at sex. Touching was as far as anything went, not even so much as a kiss. Beth started to unbutton my nightgown, kissing me on the lips and exploring my mouth with her tongue. My head began spinning and before I knew it my gown was off and I was on the ground naked. Her body was warm as she lay on top of me. 'What do I do?' I asked, unsure of myself. 'Relax and enjoy.' She had my legs spread wide apart, exposing my blood-engorged clitoris. She kissed me deeply as she moved her body forward, rubbing her clit hard against mine. The erotic sensation made my head spin even more. I moaned just a little, which spurred her on. Our clits were rubbing hard and throbbing at the same time. Her hands started to squeeze my breasts. I could feel her erected nipples rub against my flesh. Then she started to move her mouth down my body. She turned her attention from my clit to my breasts and started to suck on them. She went down to my belly button and tongued it till I thought I was going to go crazy from the sensation. When she was finished, she moved down to my pussy and started to eat me. She tongue fucked me until I was nearly sore, then she put her teeth on my clit and started to pull on it. Then her mouth engulfed my pussy and she scraped it with her teeth. 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' The sensation drove me wild. She fucked me for hours and I enjoyed every second of it. It was nearly sunrise and she gently kissed and caressed my body. 'Did you like it, Ronnie?' she asked as she held me close to her. 'Oh, yes. Very much.' 'Would you like to do it again?' My mind was telling me I needed sleep, but my body was aching for her again. I was already addicted to it. 'Yes, please.' 'I know how we can do this forever.' 'How?' Beth moved her hand down my body to my pussy. I spread my legs, thinking that she was going to rub her clit against mine as she did before. Instead, she played with it. She put a finger inside and started to massage my clit as she put the finger in and out of me. 'Do you like how that feels, Ronnie?' I bit my bottom lip and moaned. She then put in two fingers, moving them in and out quickly. When I moaned louder, she put in three fingers. 'Beth!' I cried out. 'You like this a lot, don't you. I know how we can do this forever. Fuck without pain. Not worrying about getting pregnant. Only pleasure.' 'You and me being lovers?' 'I want you with me forever, Ronnie. We are blood sisters. I can show you how we can be true blood sisters.' 'How?' 'Let me fuck you one last time before I have to leave. I will show you before I leave.' My pussy was hot and wet. My clit was sore from the blood that filled it. My whole body was on fire, as was hers. She spread my legs far apart and mounted me. Her open clit was wet and hot also. She held my hands, fingers interlocking. She must've had been close to orgasm before she started cause it was quick. She moved quick and hard. Her face contorted in a combination of pain and pleasure as she came close to orgasm. She continued to move her body hard, up and down against mine. 'Do you want this forever, Ronnie? Do you want to be my lover? We can fuck like this every night.' My head and body were a bomb about to explode. This was a great sensation. Beth was my best friend and I couldn't imagine being without her. I was no longer a virgin, and I liked the sensation of being fucked by another of my sex. I wondered what it would be like to actually have sex with a man and feel no pain. The thought was intriguing…and to do this every night! 'Yes! Yes, I want this. I want you.' Beth smiled and kissed me. 'Now, you must turn your head to the side, close your eyes and do not look or cry out.' 'Yes, oh yes.' I did as she asked me to do. She licked my neck and then started to kiss it. 'I'm sorry, my lover, but in order to do this there must be the initial pain', she whispered, still moving her body hard against mine. 'Yes, all I want is you. I want you to fuck me forever.' When I said that, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck. I gasped but did not cry out. It felt strange, not a real pain at all. This was more like the orgasm during sex. 'We are now lovers forever, Ronnie.' I opened my eyes and saw Beth looking down on me. Blood dripping from fangs, a smile on her face. It was my blood that was dripping. 'You're a vampire?' 'Yes.' 'You are my lover also?' 'Forever. Now we are true blood sisters.' I woke up in the infirmary, there was a bandage on my left neck and tubes running through my veins, sending me blood. They were talking about saving my life, but to me they were killing it. I wanted to be with my friend, my sister, and my lover, my beautiful Beth. I pulled the tubes out with the little strength I had left and the last thing I heard in my old life was the machine's beeping going slower…slower…slower… It was dark and how I got from the infirmary to the outside I didn't know. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. There they were, Sister Monique and Beth. We hugged each other. We were now sisters forever. Sisters Forever Isabella Montana came down the stairs from the third--floor bedroom of her best friend's house. Actually Beth Bailey was more like her sister. Since the two of them met in 2004, they had spent countless hours together, sharing both the triumphs and tragedies of their lives. Beth was Isabella's maid of honor at her wedding, and Isabella was Beth's maid of honor. They had matching tattoos. One could hardly imagine two women more like sisters. "Sara's asleep," Isabella announced as her foot hit the bottom step of the stairs. "That didn't take long," Beth replied. "I'm glad she's not like some kids. They take forever to go to sleep. They just keep fighting it." "Yeah, me too." Isabella agreed. Beth smiled at Isabella. For several years now, she had known that Isabella wanted to have sex with her. She had always told Isabella she wouldn't. Today, she thought, I'm going to let her have what she's wanted for so long. Isabella noticed Beth smiling at her. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?" "Nothing. Come over and sit down next to me," Beth patted the green cushion of the sofa next to her. "I miss when we used to sit and whisper to each other." "Okay, sounds like fun," Isabella said as she sat down. "Did I tell you where Tracy went yesterday?" "I don't want to talk about Tracy right now." Beth slid a little closer to Isabella. "Do you remember what you told me you always wanted to do?" "Not that I remember right now," Isabella said, genuinely unable to guess to what Beth was referring. Beth moved her upper body closer to Isabella and leaned toward her in a manner Isabella immediately recognized. Just before Beth's lips touched hers, Isabella said, "I remember now." Their lips met. Short, tender kisses, accentuated occasionally by the tip of a tongue, were exchanged between the two women. Although they knew each other very well, both women felt an unfamiliar charge of sexual energy between them. Their kisses were strange and erotic -- each kiss forbidden by the taboos of conventional morality -- every kiss portending the touch of private places and erotic desire to come. Beth rose from the sofa with Isabella's hand in hers. No coaxing was required. Isabella stood silently and, still holding her hand, followed Beth to her bedroom. Next to the bed, Beth turned and embraced Isabella. Her hand moved to Isabella's breast and lightly pinched her nipple. A chill ran through Isabella's body and she anticipated the feel of Beth's large breasts and the taste of her sweet pussy. Beth reached for the hem of Isabella's blouse and lifted it over her head. Her fingers found the clasps of Isabella's bra and deftly pulled them together enough to release it. Isabella's bra fell to the floor. Isabella removed Beth's blouse. Beth reached behind her and unhooked her own bra. It fell forward and Beth's copious tits spilled from their cups. Isabella immediately pulled her friend's left nipple into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue. When she left Beth's nipple, she trailed small kisses up the side of Beth's breast to the dimple formed by the union of her neck and clavicle. Isabella lifted her chin and Beth kissed her deeply. Beth sat back on the tall bed and pulled her pants off from the waist. Isabella moved between Beth's legs while she removed her own pants. Isabella's attention fixed on the pink thong that barely hid the object of her desire -- Beth's pussy. Isabella removed her own thong and then sensuously removed the pink thong. Beth lifted her hips to help her. Beth's pussy is perfect, thought Isabella. Isabella could see Beth was very wet. She parted the lips of Beth's pussy with her hands and leaned over to bury her face in the folds of Beth's inner lips. Isabella was skilled with her tongue. She licked the length of Beth's wet slit, and then plunged her tongue into her hole. Beth tasted sweet. Her tongue worked its way up and found the button of Beth's clit. She closed her lips around her clit and swirled her tongue around it. "Ahhhhhhh . . . oh yessss!" Beth lifted her hips from the bed to press against her lips. "Yeah Isabella, that's it. Don't stop!" Isabella continued to eat Beth's pussy. Beth felt her climax building. The pressure of imminent orgasm was intensified by Beth's fantasy that Isabella would get her off. No one had ever been able to get Beth off by eating her pussy. Each wave of pleasure brought Beth closer to orgasm. Isabella licked the length of Beth's pussy, her tongue slipping ever so briefly into her hole. Juice from her pussy continued to flow onto Isabella's tongue. Isabella then directed her attention to Beth's clit. "God yes, Isabella! Right there. Right there. Don't stop!" Beth reached between her legs and pulled Isabella's face into her cunt. "Right there." While eating Beth, Isabella had reached between her own legs and started rubbing her own clit and dipping her fingers into her hole. Beth pulled the folds of her pussy apart for Isabella's tongue. Isabella rubbed her own clit in a rapid circular motion. Isabella felt her own climax building while she was getting Beth off. "Oh god, oh yes, Isabella, I'm . . . ahhhhhggggggggg . . . I'm cuuummmmmiiiiinnng!" Beth's said through clenched teeth as her orgasm burst forth. "Oh god, I came! I came!" "Mmmeeeeeee tooooooo!" Isabella panted. Beth sat up and signaled her desire for Isabella to join her on the bed by gently pulling on her shoulders. Isabella rose and crawled onto the bed beside Beth. Beth felt for Isabella's clit and rubbed it slowly between her index and middle fingers. When Isabella began to moan and press her pussy against Beth's fingers, Beth pulled her fingers up and slid them down the length of Isabella's crack before inserting them into her vagina. Switching to her middle and ring fingers, Beth began moving her fingers in and out of Isabella's hole. Beth rubbed Isabella's g--spot with her fingers while massaging her clit with her thumb. "Oh yeah, Beth! That feels so good!" Isabella was nearing orgasm for the second time. The excitement of finally having sex with Beth brought Isabella to climax faster than she expected. "Damn Beth, I'm cummming . . . I'm . . . I'm cummmmminnnng! Ohhhh, oh, oh!" Isabella's body began to spasm in the throes of orgasm. Her cum freely flowed from her pussy down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. Isabella struggled to catch her breath. Beth rubbed her own clit, both with a circular motion and up and down her crack. Her cunt, always wet, was wetter than usual. "Do me," she said to Isabella. Isabella rolled to her side and her breasts crushed against Beth's. Isabella put three of her fingers inside Beth's pussy. She began to move her fingers rapidly back and forth against the top of Beth's vagina in a vigorous fashion. "Oh shit, Isabella! That's it! That's it!" Beth rolled her shoulders forward as she forcefully contracted her vaginal muscles against her fingers. Isabella continued to move her fingers rapidly in Beth's cunt. She curled her fingers to increase the pressure against Beth's g--spot. "Uhhh! Uhhh! . . . Uhhhh!" Beth's exclamation was loud as she began to spasm. To Isabella's surprise and delight, Beth began to squirt. As Isabella's fingers thrust into her pussy, Beth's ejaculate splashed up Isabella's arm and onto her breasts. Beth was not spared. Her pelvis and left tit were wet from her own ejaculate. "Beth, I knew you could do that, . . . but I had no idea!" Isabella said excitedly. They then realized the bed linens were very wet. Both women started laughing. "I want to do that too!" Isabella exclaimed. "We'll work on that next time . . . next time!" Beth laughed. "I'm exhausted!" "Me too," Isabella agreed, just as she realized what Beth said. "Next time," Isabella thought and then said out loud, "Ahhhh, sister's forever!" Sisters Forever My story began on the internet. I met her on a dating site. She looked innocent but playful – amost like a naughty pixie, and that is what she was. She was also sweet, sexy and cultured and we talked for hours online. Slowly the conversation became more intimate. One day I showed her mine and she stopped talking to me...for a couple of days. Then she came online and asked to see the photo again. She said she loved it and she wanted more. I went on webcam and she did the same. She showed me her sexy sweet body – big beautful tits and her sweet curvy ass. She showed off to me and pretended to suck my hard cock through the webcam. I was in love. From that day that she requested to see my cock she could not get enough cock. She told me things – her private preferences and her secret fantasies, and we looked at photos online of men with thick dominant cocks that seemed to shout out their masculine pride. She explained her preferences in a mans body and his demeanour and I learnt so much about being a woman. I experienced a womans deepest erotic thoughts and I feel deeply in love with her again as a woman and with what I was experiencing through her. She was as surprised as I was by how we seemed to relax and enjoy our private world as we revealed more and more of our secret selves to each other. She doted on me treating me as her sweetest lolly, her favourite toy. We would chat for hours and hours. My studies suffered and I missed the gym but I didn't mind, and although my cock was smaller than the monsters we surveyed she loved me all the same. Three months later we met. I flew to her home in Europe during a break from the books at home and we made love from the first moment we were in the door...and we talked more, and more, and more. We sometimes surfed the internet checking out men and she would playfully compare them to me and tell me what she would like to do with me and them as she compared their weapons to me. When we would make love she called me her little sweety. We would kiss and she would guide my lips to her erect nipples to lick and suckle while in the background she would watch porno movies of stallion men fucking large breasted beautiful women. Her cunt would weep its passionate wetness onto the sheet and she would gently push my head from her tit down to her shaven pussy. I would lick her to multiple orgasms before I could stand it no more and would rise to fuck her. The head of my cock is pink, and the shaft is very white. I think sometimes it reminds me of an elegant salt shaker – perhaps one to be used at a ladies luncheon. It slides with ease into her heated depths. She would swallow me up and ride me and encourage me to fuck her more. At first she would be polite and sweet and would want to be kissed and loved as if by her husband but gradually a secret slut that she had chosen to reveal to me would take the reins. I would feel her begin to buck me and rise to met my cock head and she would tell me urgently "fuck me! Give me your cock...give me your man if you can...fuck me harder ...more cock...more cock..."! I would reach that magic point of no return and then feel my loins washed over again and again with the wave of my orgasm that she gave me. She told me she loved me and it was true then as it is now. I also love her. It was that love, the openness that it brings, that enabled what happened next to occur. She would hold my cock in bed – sometimes casually holding it as she read a book or watched TV, and other times she would focus her attention on it. She would inspect it, measure it, squeeze it and measure the dense thickness of it against her little finger. Often she would suck it which I love. One day she put it in her mouth and gently sucked the soft little head. Then she looked up and me and said "your cock is so small". "is it?". I paused and then said "I suppose it is compared to your favourites". "I wish we could make it bigger" she said. "How much bigger do you think I need to be?" "Quite a bit thicker...actually somewhat longer too. It needs to be bigger all around to really work. It reminds me of a girls version of a penis. Do you mind me saying that?" I honestly didn't mind. I just loved the fact that she could talk so openly and candidly to me. I said "I agree. I feel like a girl when we look at those men online. It makes me wonder what it is like to be a woman" "I know you do. You're my sweet girly boy. It would be so nice to have you as my girlfriend sometimes. Or maybe my very own sister...I never had a sister". "Do I satisfy you – do you still want me though". "Oh yes I do...so much. You are my man, my boy and now my sister as well. I love to kiss you and hold you and feed you my tit and feel you kiss my ass and lick my holes. You are such a wonderful lesbian! And you have your sweet little boy dicky to tickle my cunt so deliciously. It is such a effortlessless and delectible finish to my fantasies after watching the movies and viewing those studs at work. Of course, my little man, you know what I like and you know what I would absolutely adore but you are my lovely little man and I love you very much". I knew what she referred to. She had told me while we were still online that she had several fantasies. She would fantasize about being a prostitute and serving men publicly while others waited for their turn, or sucking many cocks continuously for hours before being double penetrated by the thickest, hardest and gnarliest cocks. She desired strong virile men who could tame her cunt and make her their sex slave shackled by her desire for their magnificent cocks. She had also told me of her desire to be with a man who could indulge her desire to share threesomes with other men. We had discussed it in conjunction with men we found on various websites but we had never carried through on our impulse beyond some chat. We had talked to men online, handsome bulls with no need for penis envy, and in those exchanges she had transformed from her relaxed playful norm to a woman very animated and excited and involved with the men concerned. Her cunt would respond accordingly, her wetness apparent in her panties almost immediately. The conversation would go something like this: Hi Hi U hav a big cock Thx My bf has a baby one Poor him Poor me! He is a woman Does he fuck like a woman? Ha ha – he should be fucked like a woman I will fuck you both OK Well actually, the conversation recently went exactly like that with a man named Robert! They swapped details and suddenly our world changed. This time she seemed to lose all fear of embarressment, of shame in some imaginery public courtroom. For some reason she found the will to act and she simply didn't want to discuss it with me. The rules were simple...either I was in on her terms or I was out . She was still sweet and lovely but now she was firmly in charge. For example I always did most of the housework because I was home more once I had come over to stay with her, but now she reminded me of my "duties" before going off to work and she would check on me when she came home – check the kitchen, the carpets, the rubbish, and the laundry. She would leave me piles of her clothes to be ironed and folded. In that week before we met Robert I must have done 20 hours of ironing. Meanwhile she busied herself in the evening talking to Robert online. I would hear her laugh sometimes while I washed the dishes or tidied her work things away. She arranged to meet him on Friday evening in the centre of Amsterdam. He is a pilot living in the city so he comes and goes very regularly. He would be flying back in that evening and she arranged to meet him at Schiphol for a drink before proceeding further with him. On the Thursday night before our meeting She told me to meet her in town after work. She told me she was really looking forward to Friday evening and asked me how I felt. I told her I was excited and a little bit scared. She looked at me and said "That is the woman inside you. I feel scared too but it is a delectible fear don't you think?" She was right of course. I had seen his photos. He is 38 years old and is half Italian and half English. He stands about 6 foot 3 inches and has a lightly tanned complexion showing off his firmly muscled body. He is like a rangy rugby forward with a strong back, arms and powerful thighs. Between his thighs he has been gifted by the Goddess with a dark sweet stallion member. It is so thick and stout like a solid rock with ridges and veins navigating its imposing surface. The head is even thicker and extends beyond his partial circumcision when it is soft but when aroused it stands hard with a purple red anger that demands respect. His great balls are slung tightly under his textured shaft ready to impregnate and dominate women and beta males like me. He knows his place at the front of the pack and I would welcome the oipportunity to lick his balls if granted. "I have arranged with Robert that you will be attending as my sister and he is therefore expecting you to be dressed appropriately. We thought it would be fun to dress you as a sissy boy for everyone to see but he doesn't need the attention so instead I am going to introduce you to the lovely world of lingerie. Do you like that sweety? Oh..and before I forget we have a name for you. It is Ginita." In that instant I became a sex toy for a man and a sister for my wife to be. We shopped. We brought crotchless pantyhose, suspenders, a corset, some skirts and tops (I couldn't say no as they were on special...), some heels and boots, some makeup and a wig and a lovely big coat. She said that I wouldn't need it all for the weekend but it would be fun and useful for the future. I loved it! On Friday night I spent the day being a girl. I shaved (everywhere...) and I moisturised before changing into the most comfortable sexy clothing I had ever worn. I felt so damned fuckable when I tried on my high heels and stood in front of the full length mirror. My ass was cloaked in fishnet and I wore a black lace thong that discretely accomdodated my little package and which fitted the clenched V at the top of my buttocks. To finish off I donned a white blouse over the top of the waspy corset that held my waist tight. All of this was disguised beneath my jeans and a winter coat. Tenni wore a similar coreset – her large breast clearly on display when she removed or loosened her overcoat. In her black boots, pattern tights and coat she looked like a sexy French secret agent..."I will say ziz only once..." she likes to say. We left for the airport. In my hand I carried a bag with a pair of patent stiletto heels, chosen by her to ensure I would feel exactly how fragile a woman is when a man is groping you and seducing you onto his bed or sofa. I would be a prime candidate for being "tipped over" by his ardent masculine urges, my legs soon to be spread wide and my tight boy cunt made available for his pleasure. As planned we arrived at the airport and proceeded to the cafe where they had arranged to meet. He was there, waiting but not alone as I had expected. He stood and greeted us and his companion did likewise. Her response was relaxed and poised as if she had expected to see another man. She kissed each on the check and they returned the pleasantry. When I went to shake Roberts hand he simply held it and pulled me slightly closer towards him and held my forearm as he looked into my eyes and said my name "Ginita". "Hello", I said, responding to this new name as if it had been ine all my life. They introduced Bill to me. He was a friend of Roberts and it appeared he was well aware of what had been arranged – certainly he knew more than me. My financee and Robert began to chat quietly and Bill took the opportunity to rub his foot under the table against mine as he looked over at me, catching my gaze and staring deep into me, no smile or emotion cloaking his face. He is 62, about 5 foot 6 I think and has a beer belly – I noticed it as soon as I saw him. It is not huge but clearly what people think of him is not his first concern. His hands are big beefy hands and when he held my hand the first time he enveloped my hand in his like a child. Robert was clearly making headway and soon my financee was suggesting we should go with Robert and Bill to Bills house where we could relax some more. They both had cars at the airport and Robert was quick to offer to take my finacee while I travelled with Bill. Funnily, I had no sense of nervousness or trepidation at this suggestion. It seemed perfectly natural that she would go with him and I would accompany my date and host for the evening. Bills car was a BMW 5 series with the windows slightly tinted. In the carpark basement we were virtually invisable and Bill wasted no time establishing who the man was in his car. As we approached the vehicle he clicked to unlock the doors and gallantly opoened the front passenger door for me. I was thinking how I could easily get used to this kind of treatment when I felt his hand run down my bottom and squeeze my ass right by my virgin plumhole. I blushed, my lip began to quiver uncontrollably. He sat down in the seat beside me and with one smooth motion reached his hand around behind me and pulled my head to his lips and we kissed. A powerful man kiss that filled and dominated me. I knew what he was doing. He was establishing his ownership and position in regard to me and I was acquescing to his demands and succumbing to the attention and pleasure of his assertiveness. He took my hand and guided to his suit trouser zipper. My hand rested on his crotch and I felt the warmth emenating from his trousers. I knew what I wanted to do. I could almost see myself doing it. I zipped open his pants and reached around inside past the white bulge of the shaft below his gut. I felt the flesh of it and began pull it out. It resisted, caught in his trousers somewhere along his length. Then it released and I was rewarded with a view of manliness that was a revelation. He had stopped kissing me and now perused my face as I looked in awe at his cock. Not yet completely hard, it surged with each heartbeat as I beheld it. The great knob look ed up at me with its solitary eye. I could look at nothing else. It was so beautiful. I remember his hand gently pushing my head down onto his manhood and I gave no resistance. I sucked and worshipped his cock for 20 minutes until he exploded into my face. We cleaned up and made our way towards his house. I was scared that we would be late and the others would be worried but unknown to me a very similar event had taken place in a vehicle not far from Bills and they were running a similar schedule to ourselves. They arrived at Bills just as we placed the key in the front door. Tonight was going to be a fabulous experience if what had eventuated to date was anything to go by... Let me know if you would like to know what happened that night.