Tiff Jack and Jill part 2 - Sex Stories

Tiff Jack and Jill part 2

... “Me, too!” added Tiff. “Are you really gonna eat Tiff's pussy?” “That's the plan.” “I thought that only happened in pornos.” “I hope not.” Tiff grabbed me by the hand and led us upstairs, “C'mon, I'm all wet already.” I followed Tiff and felt Sara's eyes on my ass as we climbed the stairs. I turned and caught her looking. “You like the view?” She blushed. Tiff jumped on her bed and Sara climbed on next to her. I stood there, unsure what to do. “C'mon, big boy, let's see something,” encouraged Tiff. “What, you want me to just strip?” “That's the idea.” I took off my shirt. “Your turn.” “Help me?” she asked raising her arms. I slid my hands under the edge of her shirt so I could cop a feel of her boobs as I peeled her shirt off. “Oh you naughty boy.” “What about you, Sara?” I asked. “Yeah, Sara, show us your tits!” Sara reached down and pulled her shirt off. Unlike Tiff, she was wearing a bra, a lacey, very appealing bra. She reached down to unhook it. “No, let Jack do it!” Sara thrust her chest out to me. The clasp was in front. I'd never undone a bra in my life. I got lucky. It popped right open and two pert titties popped right out. I took the opportunity to pinch one of her hardening nipples, “Very nice.” “Your Turn, Jack. Let's drop those shorts.” I stood in front of the girls, waiting with my arms crossed. It didn't take Tiff long to figure out my meaning. She stroked up my leg and into the leg of my shorts. Her soft hands touched me and my cock pulsed. “You're not ...

... wearing any underwear!” “Nope.” Tiff grabbed the waistband and jerked my shorts down. My cock popped up in her face. Tiff smiled and gave it quick peck. Sara just stared. Tiff stood in front of me and I kneeled down. I could smell her hot wet pussy. She was wearing a short skirt with a zipper on the side. I grabbed the tab and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulled it down. Tiff held her skirt to keep it from falling. “I got something special for you.” I put my hands on her hips and slid her skirt down. Her white panties came into view with a special message, “EAT ME” and a picture of a pair of cherries. I kissed her cherries. “Sara?” Tiff asked. “I don't know if I can do this.” “Don't worry Sara,” I said. “You can do it later if you want.” “What now?” she asked. “Now, I'm gonna eat your sister's pussy while you watch.” I pulled Tiff's panties down and kissed her again. She sat back on the bed and lifted and spread her legs. Her beautiful virgin pussy opened before me. I obviously hadn't ever done this before. I was hypnotized by the sweet aroma. I ran my hands up and down her legs, watching as goose bumps rippled behind my touch. My fingers briefly touched the soft downy fur covering her mound. It was soft as the softest thing I'd ever felt. Tiff raised her hips slightly to increase the pressure from my fingers. “Patience,” I said. “Quit playing around!” she growled. “But that's the fun part.” I leaned in and touched my lips to hers. “Oh my god Tiff, her just kissed your, your...” “My ...