Read Between Sisters Online

Authors: The Queen

Tags: #Erotica, #Fiction, #Family & Relationships, #Family Relationships

Between Sisters (6 page)

I gasped when I finally saw the thirteen or fourteen inches of his beautiful dick. Not only was it long, but it had some width to it, as well as unblemished. In the club, I thought I felt twelve inches, but this was a welcomed surprise. I damn sure don’t give away free blowjobs, not even to Russell, but this one I couldn’t resist.

I might get lip burned with this big boy,
I thought.

Maybe I had something to prove, but I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. One thing is for certain, if he ever recalled meeting me through Sandy, he wouldn’t remember her fucking him half as well as I was about to put it on him. I was going to make sure he never forgot me again.

I took his massive member down my throat, deep into my pussy, and for the finale, way deep inside my ass (also another thing I don’t give away for free). That’s one thing I knew he couldn’t get with Sandy. She wasn’t having anal sex for any man. I knew I would be tasting dick in my mouth from the anal sex, and my ass would be sore for at least a week, but oh, it felt so good. And when he was done fucking this ass, he went back to licking and kissing it. After my body lay lifeless, he finished me off with a full body massage. Hell, I was almost tempted to pay his ass for the service. That’s how good that shit felt.

It was around midnight when I got that lobster. I think dinner would have probably tasted better if I would have eaten upon arrival, but I had worked up such an appetite that I left nothing on the plate but shells.

After round two, I was able to make it home at five o’clock in the morning. I have never spent that much time fucking one man. A couple of hours tops, and your time is up. It was probably a one-shot deal, but it was definitely the Eighth Wonder that needed to be experienced at least once in a lifetime by every woman.

I guess this is one of those secrets I need to take to my grave. I can’t tell my sisters about it, and Renee is so…so…so Renee. I don’t dare tell her. I need to find more friends. Nah…I’m too cute for them bitches.

 

 

3

Charise

 

 

Megaplex bore some pretty decent fruit. I got three phone numbers that night. I was glad Shawnee left early. It was almost like being in the club with your momma. However, I was a bit surprised by her lack of resistance when it came to Mandingo. After that, she was back to being Miss Straight & Narrow. As usual, Kelly was being her flirty self, and Shawnee was like a bug up her ass. Kelly defended her actions by saying it was just innocent flirtation and reminded Shawnee of her three-month rule. Then the bitch had the nerve to divert Shawnee’s attention onto how seductively I was dancing. Shawnee left around 10:30 that night, and Harmony left not too long after her. Kelly was determined not to leave me alone in the club, so we were out by 11:30. I don’t know if Elaine and Renee were still there. It got so packed in the club, finding anyone was almost impossible.

By midnight, I was home alone. Talk about pissed off. I whipped out my three phone numbers and decided whoever answered first would get the prize for the night. Arnold is such a boring name to me, but he was the first to answer. Now, he is gorgeous as I don’t know what––6’2” with a lovely body and healthy-sized dick. Even smells good. However, he arrived by 1:00 a.m. and was put out by 2:00 a.m. What a lame-ass fuck. Waste of a big dick is what he is. Damn, I could have had a V-8, or better yet, some sleep. He couldn’t understand why he was being put out so soon. I couldn’t understand why he thought he was doing something. He acted all anxious about eating my pussy and couldn’t even bring me to an orgasm. When I got tired of him trying, I just let him put his dick in me. He reminded me of a dog in heat the way he was humping on me. Thankfully, that ordeal lasted all of two minutes. He had the nerve to be sweating. Worse, he asked if I had made it back from heaven yet. I was like, “Huh?!” That was grounds for him to leave. The fool actually thought he turned me out.

After he left, I whipped out one of my sex toys and used my dirty-ass brother-in-law as the subject of my sexual fantasy. Lewis used to make passes at me all the time. I knew his ass wanted me the first day he saw me, but my sisters weren’t having it because he’s ten years older than I.

At first, his passes were subtle, but then, he started getting bolder. It started with “accidentally” brushing against my ass or breast. Finally, one time while at their apartment, before they were married, Sandy was in the shower, and Lewis opened his robe to show me his bare, erect at least ten-inch dick. I was shocked. When I tried to get away, he followed me into the kitchen and pressed it up against me. Then his fingers made their way under my skirt and into my pantyhose and panties. He had my pussy so wet that I was embarrassed when his fingers found that wetness. He started sucking on my breast through my blouse. His fingers were going in and out of my pussy so skillfully that I almost sat on the counter to let him fully have his way. As he licked my ear and the nape of my neck, I fought moans from escaping. I wanted him deeper inside of me. I moved my hips, helping him go deeper. Then the water from the shower stopped, and his fingers disappeared from my dripping wet pussy, bringing me back to where I was and who I was with. He licked his fingers before washing his hands at the sink.

Trying to recompose myself, I rushed back into the living room before Sandy came out and saw us together. When I looked down at my blouse, I noticed a large wet spot around my hardened nipple. I picked up my cup that was on the coffee table and intentionally spilled the water on my blouse to disguise the wet spot. I could tell Sandy suspected something when she came out, but she pretended to laugh at the alleged mess I made on myself. I told her that I was going to have to run back home and change before we went to church. My excuse was my way out of the situation that day, and they were married not long after.

Lewis’s fingers made it into my pussy at least three more times after that. My bare breast also made its way into his mouth on two of those occasions, and I managed to get a full-blown orgasm. I was wishing he’d quickly slip his big dick in me at least a couple of strokes. I needed to feel it inside of my pussy. I even wanted to suck it. I loved its feel in my hand. I guess I forgot to mention the one time he did get to lick the kitty and put his finger in my asshole. I know Sandy had to hear me briefly scream out, even with the shower running. After that, she blocked my coming to her house unless the kids were there to keep a watchful eye on things. Sandy was leaving absolutely no more opportunities for us to come into contact.

Lewis would call me quite often to phone fuck me. Yes, I said phone fuck. He would talk about how his big dick would be squeezed inside of my tight pussy, while his finger would be fucking me in my ass. He would talk about how he would suck all the juices out of my wet pussy. He would have me working my own body and sucking my own tits. The more he talked about it, the more I wanted it.

When Lewis started with the subtle passes, I did tell Sandy, but she just dismissed the actions as accidents. However, once I caught a glimpse of that dick and he touched the hot spot, mum was the word of the day.

Since they moved to Denver, Lewis still calls me when he can manage to steal a moment. He told me that he can’t even fuck Sandy without thinking of me. Now I know that’s some cruel shit, but it’s flattering to my ego. So, I continue to pretend he is fucking me righteously. I get multiple orgasms each time I do. And after Arnold left, imaginary Lewis handled business.

I was awakened by the phone at 7:37 that following morning. My clock was set for 7:45. Not cool. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number in the Denver area. I quickly came to life. As my pussy instincts would serve me, Lewis was on the other end.


Hey girl, did I wake you?” he asked.


Yeah, but I had to get up in a few. What is this number you’re calling me from?” I asked.


I picked up a throwaway cell. Sandy checks my cell phone bill, so I don’t want to call you from that phone,” he responded.


You know I don’t have time for any phone activity this morning, right?” I said. “You should have called at your normal time.”

He chuckled before replying, “Well, actually, I’m calling to find out how interested you are in really having this big, black dick up in that tight pussy.”

I almost choked.
Is this man serious or is this part of the phone sex game we play?


And how is that supposed to happen?” I asked. “How are you supposed to get free from the clutches of Sandy?”


You don’t worry your pretty head about that. I just need to know if you want me like I want your pussy in my mouth and on my hard dick,” he responded.

At this point, my pussy was soaking wet.

I hesitantly answered, “Well, I guess so.” Suddenly, boldness took over. “Does my ass get attention, also?”


I don’t know. How about you open your door and find out?” he said.

Now totally confused, I asked, “Huh? Open the door? My door?”

Just then, my doorbell rang while my alarm went off. I stumbled off the bed to stop the clock and then turned my attention back to the phone, but the line was dead. The doorbell rang again more persistently. I collected myself and ran to the door to look out the peephole.

Oh my goodness! Lewis is outside my door! Think! Think! I’m about to sleep with my sister’s husband all the way if I open this door. I have on a gown with no panties. There’s no resistance, no barriers.

The thought of the many times I wanted him inside of me overshadowed any sense of right and wrong.

The doorbell rang again, and the door was opened.


Oh my goodness! Lewis! What are you doing here?” I asked.


Can I come in, or do I have to stay here in the hallway?” he asked in return.

I stepped back to allow him to enter and hurried to close the door before Sandy’s imaginary spies caught her husband coming into my apartment.

Lewis didn’t say another word. He just picked me up, carried me to my sofa, and raised my gown that provided his mouth instant access to my pussy. Between his fingers and tongue working my pussy, I couldn’t get out more than a moan. While his fingers were deeply embedded inside my pussy, he turned me over and began licking and nibbling on my ass. He then transferred his finger from inside my pussy to inside my ass. While he was doing that, he got his pants down to his ankles and plunged his bare licorice black dick into my hot, wet pussy. He had me practically upside down while he went in and out, and in and out, grinding his pelvis as far as my own pelvis would let him get in. I was biting the hell out of my sofa pillows to muffle my screams. Then he suddenly pulled out and finally spoke.


Girl, this pussy is every bit as good as I knew it would be. Come on, I want to get you on the kitchen counter,” he said, while peeling my gown off of me and the clothes off of him. “Come here and suck this dick before I get you over there.”

I asked no questions nor uttered any words, but obediently obliged. He played with my throbbing nipples while I sucked away. Then he changed the plan. He laid my head on the arm of the sofa while spreading my legs. As he placed his big dick back inside my mouth, he inserted his tongue in my pussy along with his finger in my ass. I tried to suck the black off his dick. It took no time for me to cum, as it didn’t take him long to relieve himself deep inside my throat. I typically have a rule against a man cumming in my mouth, but it seemed all rules had gone out the window.

Just when I thought he was spent, Lewis carried me to my bed and began licking and sucking my lovely double-D’s that turn all heads. Oh, it felt so good. He used a free hand to massage my pussy right before placing his ten inches inside. That time, it felt more like we were making love. He was so tender and passionate. I pretended he was my husband.

I completely lost track of time. Looking at the clock, I saw it was nine o’clock.
Oh my goodness, I’m late for work!
Lewis lay spent, still inside and on top of me. I was feeling so damn good that I didn’t want him to move. I could still feel his dick pulsating inside of my pussy.

Finally, I spoke up. “Lewis, I have to call my job. You have to get up.”


We’re not done yet, so don’t tell them you’ll be in before noon,” he answered.

That sounded intriguing to me. I hurried and called my job, telling them I had a doctor’s appointment I forgot about and would be in as soon as I was done. Since I normally have perfect attendance, they didn’t push the issue.


Come here and suck my dick again,” Lewis said after I hung up the phone. “It’s going into that asshole next. I’ve been thinking about getting my dick up in that fat ass ever since the first time I slid my fingers up in there.”


Huh?” was all I could manage to get out before his dick was back in my mouth again. This time, it seemed less pleasant. He was talking to me like some street whore. I tried to rationalize it as him role playing to help me get with the program. Then he started pulling my hair and pushing his dick in deeper. At this point, I don’t know what to think.

He abruptly stopped and laid me on the bed facedown with my legs hanging off the bed. He started licking my asshole and fingering my pussy. Then he pulled the fingers out, positioned himself, and slid his dick inside my pussy. He stroked harder than he did previously, but it felt good. His testicles were slapping my ass on one side while his hand slapped the other side, causing a stinging sensation that shot through me. He was back to the hair pulling again. Then the stroking stopped, and the penetration in my ass came. He wasn’t too gentle about it, but he worked it all the way in. He reached one hand around the front of me to fondle my clit and the other hand fondled my breast. Oh, it hurt so good.

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