Victorious: Bi the Way... - Sex Stories

Victorious: Bi the Way...

... girl was busy slurping and sucking. She had long brown hair. As I make it to the hall, I glance back. Tori looks up and over her shoulder, her mouth and chin wet with Cat, and asks, "Can you close the door, Trina? Especially if you wanna join in." Damn! Caught! But I close the door and head back to the party. And Beck. But not before I hear my s*ster asks me: "So you’re not joining us?" And Cat adding: "Maybe next time then." I've known for a while that Tori was bi. She hit on as many girls as she did guys. A couple of our neighbours, one a divorcee and the other a stay-at-home soccer mom, had succumbed to her charms in the past couple of months. I had no idea that Cat swung that way but, if Tori's involved, a nun would drop her habit. (Matter of fact, I think she went back to our Catholic grade school and hit on s*ster Bertrille. She was pretty hot for a nun.) For the record, my slut of a s*ster also banged Dad's partner and the k*d across the street - that was a graduation present for him when he completed middle school. At least that was her reasoning. I'm no angel but even I haven't fucked as many people as Tori. And all of mine were male. I never did Dad's partner but I did get off a speeding ticket. My oral skills are exemplary - and I don't mean talking. Now I have to admit this but don't tell anyone. I've never really understood the interest my s*ster has in girls. I am strictly an all-guy type of girl. But there as something hot about actually seeing my s*ster eat ...

... out another girl. Eeewww... My s*ster!?! Did I really just say that?!? Back downstairs, I see Beck. I wave and he waves back. As I make my way through the crowd to him, I end up spinning around and end up in the middle of some dancing goof balls. By the time I get out of that mess, Beck is nowhere to be seen. Sigh... I decide to get another drink before I try to find Beck. I'm not sure what I'd say 'cuz I don't want to get my s*ster in trouble but, if Cat's that easy, maybe he'd break up with her and we'd have a shot. Mrs. Beck Oliver. Mrs. Trina Oliver. Has a nice ring, doesn't it? In the kitchen, the bimbo Andre was chatting up has him pinned to the refrigerator, her hands down his pants and it looks like she is trying to check his adenoids with her tongue. I grab some of the vodka and rum-spiked punch before returning to the living room. Passing through the dining room. I see even Shapiro is doing okay. Better than okay. He looks like he's about to live every straight guy's dream. He's kissing a blonde while a brunette licks his ear. Robbie turns to her and they start to make out while both girls are pawing his crotch. The denim looks like it's going to give out from the strain. And from the size, Robbie has nothing to be ashamed of. Something to file away for later. He goes to kiss the blonde again and, spying me, sends a wink my way. I smile back at him. Jeez! I am really getting horny. And wet! If I don't find Beck, and convince him of my undying love, I will probably ...