the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 3 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 3

... other obsessively, then they fell back on the bed with Kelly on top. She was pulling off Sarah’s shirt, and Sarah was pulling off hers. Neither had big enough boobs to merit wearing a bra really. Perfectly curved little bulges, four beauties in facing pairs, nipples erect on both sides.

“I’ve determined the cause of inflation,” I said.

“What?” exclaimed Kelly, glancing back at me. Both of them were shirtless now, and Kelly was sitting on Sarah’s crotch, having pinned Sarah’s arms to the bed.

“Inflation,” I said, pointing to the bulge in my pants. “It’s not the prime interest rate. It’s caused by watching my girlfriend make out with another girl.”

“Ugh!” exclaimed Kelly, covering her face with her hands. “That’s terrible!”

“I forgot to mention,” said Sarah. “About being with an an older guy: dad jokes while having sex.”

Kelly pinned Sarah again.

“Ow!” said Sarah.

“Now I need to punish you for the dad jokes.” Kelly stole another glance at me. “Or maybe I could pretend to be your daughter. That’s right, making out with her girlfriend.”

“Bad girl,” I said. “Very naughty.”

“Oh daddy,” she said. “Don’t punish me!”

The word “daddy” set off some kind of taboo fantasy sparks. Even though I had no real daughter.

“You were going to punish Sarah, weren’t you?” I commented.

Kelly grinned. “That’s right!” To Sarah, she said: “Now what should your punishment be?”

“Do I get to choose?” replied Sarah.

Kelly cackled. “That depends. What do you ...

... suggest?”

“Let’s see. How about you sit on my face until you cum, while. . .”

Kelly reacted with joyous shock. “Who would have thought? Sweet little Sarah! Go on.”

“While he cums inside of me.”

“A cock and a pussy at the same time! What fun!” Kelly hopped up and tore off her turquoise yoga pants, tossing them aside to reveal her skinny legs and cute little blonde pussy, the sight of which gave me new reasons to be alive. Now that she was standing, I could see how tall and thin she was.

Kelly saw me getting off on her, and leaned over, tapping the bulge of my cock. “Need some help with that?” she offered.

“Some wardrobe adjustment is in order,” I mumbled, unfastening my pants. Kelly helped me pull them down and off, and knelt, fully naked face to face with my sex as I sat up on the bed. Sarah, still with her dress on, propped herself up to watch.

I was pretty stiff and long by that point. Kelly cupped under my balls and took my tip into her mouth, circling her tongue a few times, tasting the drops that had emerged.

“Spicy,” she said, then plunged her mouth over me, deep. I must have been hitting her tonsils back there.

I turned to gaze at Sarah, and our eyes locked.

“Kelly’s saliva as lube,” Sarah murmured, ”all up inside me.” She gave a little tremor, absently stroking her clit.

Kelly continued for a while. Drops of her drool crept down to my testicles.

Then she withdrew abruptly, and pulled off her bright red headband, deftly wrapping it around ...