A cross-cultural misunderstanding - Sex Stories

A cross-cultural misunderstanding

... said something to me, “I go now,” something like that, and she got up and left me alone with her daughters. I didn't understand. I thought that maybe she had gone to the bathroom or something, but then the lighter skinned girl, Rita, watched as Sue leaned down and took my penis in her mouth and started to suck me again. I just sat there, letting her do it. I assumed that their mother was going to come back, but she didn't. I didn't feel any teeth, but I guess that I didn't think about that until the girl took my whole seven inch cock right down her throat. I don't think that either of them had done it before with a man, but I think that their mother must have had them practice somehow, maybe with a large banana. Sue even started to bob her head up and down. I put my hand on the back of her head and started to guide her up and down. It was right then that I realized, had the intuition, that their mother was not coming back. She had left us alone for the night. The girl's sister, Rita, was still watching and still tied to my other hand. She giggled when I reached over and squeezed her tiny breast, first one and then the other with the hand that was still tied to her own. She helped when I went to pull her shirt up, and uncovered her breasts by lifting her shirt but not taking it off. I played with her nipples and her naked little breasts while her sister sucked me. It didn't take me long. Her sister was sucking me hard and bobbing her little head up and down when I whispered, ...

... “I'm gonna cum, sweetie, gonna cum.” But Sue kept right on doing it until I shot my load in her mouth. And then she kept sucking me until I got soft. They both laughed when she sat up and wiped her mouth. “Did I do it right?” Sue asked. “We never did it before,” Rita said. Their English was pretty good, since kids learn a new language very quickly. “Perfect,” I said. “My boobs, how long with it take?” Sue asked and cupped her breasts through her shirt. “Your breasts?” I asked and reached over to pull her shirt up too and uncovered her breasts, too. Her sister giggled. “My boobs, will they grow right away?” Rita asked. “Grow?” “I swallowed your seed,” Sue said. “My seed?” Her sister said, “Girls, we need to swallow a man's seed, to become women.” Sue nodded. “My seed?” I said again, stupidly. “Sperm,” Sue girl said and giggled, and her sister nodded and giggled, too. “We have to swallow it every day,” the Rita said. “Once a day is enough,” her sister said. “A guy makes enough for two girl. My mom, she breastfed both of us.” “That's right, both of us,” Sue said. “A guy makes enough, too, for two, every day.” I remembered the saying that their mother had said about breast-milk and that men made enough for two, too. “We're sisters, but we don't care,” Sue said. “Mom said it doesn't matter, if we don't care, if we don't fight.” “We never fight.” “Just one guy, a girl should only have one guy.” Rita explained, “A girl who swallows another guy's seed, she becomes ugly, a witch.” “A ...