“How About A Little Punch Girls?” - Sex Stories

“How About A Little Punch Girls?”

... over to the doorway. It appeared one of them had purchased the tops because Kaleen was wearing the same one Ana Leigh had on. "Good. Let's go to the kitchen and see what you think of the rum punch I made up earlier." "Awesome," said Ana Leigh. "I only had booze once before . . .at my cousin's wedding," she said as the threesome navigated their way down the hall towards the refrigerator. "So what did you drink?" asked Mike, now enjoying a teen girl on either side of him. "I think my brother called it a "spiked punch with whiskey sour" or something like that," she recalled. "All I know is that he found a pitcher and when my parents were socializing at the tables, he and I downed the whole thing by ourselves. It must have been pretty full of alcohol, because about a half hour later, when I got up to dance . . . my head was like floating and it made me all horny too!" What revealing words came out of her mouth, he thought. He took the large pitcher out of the refrigerator, pulled down three supersize glasses and began to pour out the cinnamon flavored drink. "Well . . . we better get started. I think you two might enjoy this. Mom and I drank something similar to this recipe on our cruise over Easter. So, Ana Leigh . . . what do you think made you so HORNY at that wedding?" he asked. "Daddy, that's way TOO personal," she protested beginning to sip what was in the glass. She looked at her friend for some agreement but was surprised by her response. "No . . . that's alright," said ...

... the girl, pausing to slam down about a third of the glass. "This stuff is SO GOOD! If we are going to keep things to ourselves, I don't mind sharing. Anyway . . . even though you're not supposed to like other members of the family, I have this cousin, who is maybe about my age and he is a FOX. He's the younger brother of the guy who got married. The more I drank that stuff at our table, the HOTTER he looked. And then he freaked me out and asked if I wanted to dance with him." "REALLY? So didja?" said Kaleen, envious of what was being shared and also liking the taste of the punch and gulping it down like it was Kool-Aid. "Uh, huh," said Ana Leigh. "It was a slow dance, and he pulled me close and for the first time . . . and I am sorry if I embarrass you Mr. Johnson, but you'll see I just kinda say what is on my mind . . . I felt a boy's . . . uh . . . penis all HARD up against my stomach." Mike had been silent up until then, actually getting off by hearing her daughter's friend tell the specifics, so he decided to jump into the conversation. He also took the opportunity to fill up the girls' glasses, in hopes they would just keep on talking and drinking. Neither one of them was even 80 pounds . . . and he knew the alcohol would soon start taking its effect on their minds and nubile bodies. "If we’re going to say what's on our minds . . . us guys like to call OUR stiff things . . . COCKS. So don't hesitate to call them that girls, okay?" Both girls busted out laughing, not ever ...