10-3 Bindi comes to stay - Sex Stories

10-3 Bindi comes to stay

... 'siblings'. I was in my dressing gown with only my undies, just about to go to bed. She caught up with me in the corridor, took my hand and guided me into the bathroom. Without saying a word, she undid the belt on my gown, pulled down my briefs halfway, kissed the tip, and nodded to start my pee as she guided it. A shake and a squeeze to finish, her little tongue in my peehole, and a final kiss. And left.

The next night was even stranger. Beth decided she wanted some 'white cream' and told me to come and see her in an hour. Bindi was there with her and I almost bolted.

Please Steve, stay, and let Beth look after you. Besides, I've seen it before when we had a pyjama party. (True, I'd forgotten that.)

So Beth started in her own professional and competent way. I closed my eyes and zoned out, only to realise the hand was now different and a little bit amateurish. But it was still bringing me up to the boil. She leaned in very close and I smelt her hair for the first time. Her kiss on my lips was nice as she used a bit of tongue. I tried to warn her of my impending explosion, but she just leaned down, took the glans in her mouth and received the whole load. The remaining unswallowed part was snowballed to Beth. I cautioned them both to go wash their hands carefully right now before touching their own or each other's pussy.

A week later, I was stepping into the shower (already had peed unfortunately). She walked in and asked if she could join me. Of course. She asked ...

... me to undress her: today Western clothes, T-shirt, blue bra, red shorts and flowery knickers, white ankle socks. She put her very long hair up and stuffed it into a shower cap. I don't want to get it wet, it'll take too long to dry, she explained.

She offered to wash me first, using shower gel and bar soap, with a sponge and then her hands. She spent a long time on my wedding tackle as the bedroom the other night had been too dark for her to see anything in detail. After rinsing, it was my turn to wash her.

Just a pleasure to touch and feel her whole body. Her tits were a marble sculptor's dream; her backside also; and God had a very good day when he created her pussy. She was first in the queue for that!!

Nude Margey walked in on us, not expecting anyone to be there. She also pinned her hair and shower-capped, and stepped in. She was a bit bolder than I, and started massaging her boobs and twiddling the nips. Spreading her flat hands over her brown-skinned buttocks. Asking permission to push a finger into her, and she squealed and squirmed with delight and sheer pleasure. The water was switched off temporarily as Margey knelt down and put her mouth against Bindi's vagina, as I squeezed her tits from behind. I could feel her orgasm building up and finally the huge wave crashed.

She said: Steve, Margey, you remember how I enjoyed everyone peeing in my hair that day? I like it and there's something in that golden liquid that strengthens and makes my hair beautiful. ...