Game of Stamina - Sex Stories

Game of Stamina

... my imagination but I started to think what it would feel like fucking not just Veronica but Priscilla as well. An unthinkable threesome. "Guess what?" Priscilla was saying. "Trent finally asked me out to prom." "Oh, honey, I'm so excited for you! Do you think he'll be the one?" "Uh-huh, I think so." A pause. "I hope so. I've been saving myself too long for the right guy but I still got to get with the program." I almost fell into the door. Priscilla was a virgin? As beautiful as she was, I was surprised how many boys and all the peer pressure she had to dodge in order to keep herself intact. This was the kind of era where it was extremely rare to find an 18-year-old virgin as stunning as her. No doubt she was in heat for some serious carnal education. I remember being with her in a supermarket a couple years back and she was wandering down the aisle by herself. A tall, older black man who looked like an ex-NBA player asked for her number. I can imagine an innocent, spectacular brunette like Priscilla would be thoroughly fucked by that man; an interracial corruption of her white flesh being violated by a black flesh. My father was a racist so that was would be an interesting tragedy. So it was no question she had a line of men waiting to pop her cherry. I felt my cock grew even harder, forcing a tent in my sweatpants. There was a feeling of guilt and ultra-excitement mingling together, somehow heightening the sexual tension. Breaking in sweats, I felt at a loss for control. I ...

... thought about going back to my room and watching porn but suddenly that didn't appeal to me anymore. I wanted my own s****rs now. When and where would a better opportunity come than now? I took a deep breath and made the decision to gamble. And it was a gamble for several reasons. They were my s****rs, making the stake even higher. I had no idea what I was going to say or what I was going to do once I walk in there. But the idea of having both of my young s****rs was too overwhelming; I didn't care about the consequences. Ironically, I also didn't think about the consequence if I've succeeded. With another deep breath, I opened the door, very aware of my straining cock, and stepped inside. Priscilla's entire bedroom had that feel of teenage decoration, especially with the pink walls and posters of her favorite movie stars. A queen-sized bed was placed at the center of the room where the two of them were lying together and giggling. My big cock was straining to break out of my sweatpants. Oblivious of anything else, I remained standing before them, feeling the adrenaline of exhilaration, fear, and sexual anticipation. Priscilla was wearing a tight pink tank top and gym shorts which revealed her taut ass. Veronica was still wearing a large T-shirt and those tight blue sweatpants as for her pajamas. In the midst of her laughter, Priscilla was the first to see me. She stopped laughing and stared at me. Veronica followed her gaze and saw me. She stopped smiling, stunned. There was ...