Fantastic Sisters - Sex Stories

Fantastic Sisters

Rose had invited me home for supper---pot luck, she said---because I was temporarily on my own. I was eighteen at the time, and I'd never been invited out by a girl before. So I was quite surprised when it turned out there were four of us for supper. Three of the most beautiful women I could ever hope to meet, and horny me. I'd put on a decent shirt for the occasion, just to make a good impression, but I wasn't sure whether the ladies had dressed up or dressed down. All three of them were dressed in sort of sexy blouses, flimsy raggedy things with short sleeves and low, loose necklines, and the same sort of Dogpatchy skirts. It wasn't till the meal was under way that I began to realize just how they were. As they leaned forward to pass the vegetables---and on more than one occasion reached down to pick up fallen tissues---I became aware that those raggedy blouses were all they were wearing. Above the waist, anyway. I was constantly treated to the sight of gaping cleavage and deep valleys and rolling hills, and two or three times the edge of a delectable pink pagoda came into view. One of the sisters, Monica had to reach across in front of me to take my empty plate, and I found my face thrust against the softness of a creamy globe whose perfume roused me almost as much as the sight of the nipple that peeped above her neckline. And I'd never seen nipples before, not up close. So by the time the meal was over, I'd been trying for some time to conceal an embarrassing erection ...

... in my jeans---embarrassing because I was wearing jockey shorts under my jeans, not y-fronts, and there was nothing to hold an erect cock in place. After supper, Tessa decided we were going to dance. They would take turns teaching me to tango, she said. Well, holding those girls was agony. My hands could feel the warmth of their bodies through the thin material of their blouses, their breasts were pushed right against my chest, and I just knew they must be able to feel my erection every time they pressed close to me. And then Tessa decided she was too hot, and asked me to undo the buttons down the front of her blouse. The others weren't looking, so they didn't see how my fingers fumbled. But Tessa did, and she helped me, and when she pulled her blouse over her head she had nothing at all on underneath it and she was naked right down to the waist. I didn't know which way to look, but Tessa just grabbed me and held me close and we went on dancing. But this time my hands could feel the delicious nakedness of her back. And then she turned round with her back to me and leaned back close against me, and I looked down at her naked breasts. And damn near died. They were so large, and round, and pointed, with nipples that stood out bigger than I knew women's nipples could be. "Hold me!" she said, and I put my hands on her hips. "Hold me tight!" she said, and I put my arms daringly right round her waist and squeezed her. Then she took my hands in hers and lifted them and clamped them to ...