Sisterly Lust by Tony Leather

That Pamela is such a tease. Is her old school uniform going to get the guy going? Or has she saved herself for someone special? This is all about sisters sharing everything, even their men.

I shoved the grill pan under the flames, wishing I didn’t feel as horny as a dog after scenting a bitch on heat. My wife was on late shift, wouldn’t be home till after ten pm; it was only five. I’d be holding on to these dirty thoughts for what would seem like eternity before she got home. I was surprised when I heard the back door slam shut. Who could be visiting at this time? My wife’s family lived next door, but they were out for the day, as far as I knew. Immediately my thoughts turned to Pamela, her younger sister and at eighteen a real looker, who teased me mercilessly. Her body was a forbidden fruit that I secretly longed to taste, and boy did she know it. The kitchen door opened, and she walked in, swaying through the door in an old school uniform, with navy colored knickers and white socks.

She claimed still to be a virgin, but her innocence only enhanced her sultry sex appeal and the sight of her superb young body converted my semi hard-on to full rigidity within my pants. Her pageboy style black hair framed the darkest pair of ‘come-to bed’ eyes you could imagine, and her lips seemed permanently fixed in a sexy pout. Boys chased her all the time, but Pamela seemed to have her heart set on something else, though I never dared hope it was me. Her firm young body was barely concealed by the outfit, which she’d outgrown, and the gaping blouse revealed a tantalizing view of her ample breasts, which seemed to be straining for my lustful gaze. The skirt couldn’t have been any shorter, and I could clearly see the suspenders at the stocking tops. This was Pamela at her cruelest.

Her incredibly sexy dark eyes held mine for a moment; delighting in the naked desire she could see in them. Her pink tongue brushed slowly over her full lips, waiting for me to speak. At least, unlike the fumbling boys of her own age, I knew what I was doing and see knew this. According to what her sister had foolishly told her, in great detail apparently, during the last couple of weeks.

“I thought you were out with your parents, love.” I stammered, trying not to blush at how much her appearance turned him on.

“Oh, no.” Pamela replied, her deep voice a further torture to my raging urges. “It’s the school reunion do tonight, but I’ve a couple of hours to kill, and I’m bored. Hoped you wouldn’t mind if I kept you company for a while. Do you like the outfit?”

With that, she sat up onto the kitchen table, leaning back against the wall, and spreading her legs for support. I could plainly see the junction of those milky thighs and the dark knickers, a treasure beyond price so tantalizingly close. Pamela’s luscious mouth was set in a knowing and sadistic grin.

“Are you hungry?” I lamely asked, pulling the grill pan from the flames. Her dark eyes held mine, full of promise, as her sensual young lips formed a reply.

“I wouldn’t say no to a bite if you’ve got something good on offer.”

The way she said it made me squirm. Her spread legs meant that her tantalizing pubic triangle was almost level with the edge of the table. Gulping hard, I moved across the room, needing a pan from the shelf above the table, and in reaching for it, I deliberately pressed my crotch hard against hers. My erection was so solid that she couldn’t help but feel it…..she smiled.

“Ooohhh!” She squealed. “Feels like you’ve got something on your mind, Tony.” not even trying to move herself away.

“Oh yes? What might that be, do you think?” I asked, through lips compressed with the fear of not wanting to say what was really on my mind.

My eyes were fixed on those alluring young breasts that I longed to squeeze. Her knowing eyes held mine before they traveled slowly down to the bulge in my jeans. Then they were once more fixed on mine, and her tongue suddenly appeared again, running over her lips provocatively.

“I’d do anything to get your help with my latest college project.” She said, out of the blue. “It’s a really difficult essay and I’m a bit stuck with it.”

“Anything Pamela?” I panted, my mouth only inches from hers. The sexual tension was truly electric.

She moved her face closer to mine

“Absolutely anything.” She purred in a sultry tone. “Just name it.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer and reason fled as I pulled her roughly toward me and planted my lips longingly against hers. Her arms reached up to encircle my neck, and I felt her tongue parting my lips and fencing with mine. Instead of pulling away, she was responding, with a passion that astounded me. It was obvious that Pamela wanted far more, and my raging desire took over. She gasped, squirming as she pressed her groin hard against my even more solid erection and I could feel her juices beginning to flow freely. She seemed to like it rough, and feeling her dampness soaking through to my thighs only spurred me on.

Her hands gripped mine, guiding them to the flimsy material of her blouse, and she moaned, frightened but excited, as my rough hands fastened on her milky breasts, squeezing hard, and making her nipples stiffen. Then my mouth was clamped savagely on each nipple in turn and her groans of delight were music to my ears. Her hands were on my hips, pulling my crotch hard against hers but they soon found their way to my zip and yanked it open. I almost came, as her long fingers closed around my rampant cock, freeing it from my jeans. Her mouth was now clamped to mine, her breath coming in short bursts, as she gave way to the fires raging within her. Her hand had pushed its way into her pants and her finger was rubbing at the engorged clitoris, which only served to make me hornier. Suddenly, I roared, pulling the pants from her damp thighs in one swift movement and moving her finger out of the way in order that I could work on her clitoris myself.

Her grip on my cock tightened as she came, noisily, jerking likes a puppet. Now she was lost in the smell of sweaty sex that surrounded us and pushed me backwards, jumping off the table and kneeling in front of me. She obviously wanted to feel my cock between her young lips, and was cupping my heavy balls with one hand. I shuddered, trying desperately not to come, as her gorgeous mouth slid eagerly over the purple head of my stiff cock. Her free hand held the shaft, stroking gently and driving me mad with desire. Her wet mouth took in the whole length, moving slowly up and down, till I could stand no more. Crying out, I pulled her head free and lifted her back onto the table. Grabbing her thighs hard, I pulled her toward me, my engorged cock aimed squarely at her sodden cleft. Pamela almost fainted, as she felt the bulbous head parting the lips of her vagina, then cried out in pure pleasure, as my solid manhood punched through her virginity, burying itself deep within her. Her hips took up the rhythm of my strokes, and she was in the throes of another huge orgasm, her muscles clenched tightly round my rigid tool, as I too, began to grunt, flooding her with my hot seed, till it ran down her trembling thighs.

As our passion subsided, I suddenly felt really guilty though the feelings of elation were stronger. Pamela looked very pleased with herself, as though a thousand questions had been answered. She shone with sweat, and smelled so strongly of sex that I started to get hard again. She smiled wickedly, licking her lips before once more taking me into her hot mouth. I was solid again in seconds, and ready for more loving. We couldn’t stop, even though we knew we should never have started, and Pamela seemed to love the feeling of my come flooding her again, as she knelt, doggy fashion, on the floor before me, barely minutes later. I was guiltily silent, as we dressed, so she planted a lingering kiss on my lips.

“Don’t feel bad Tony, my love. We can do this anytime I like, now I know how good it feels, so make sure you’re up to it. Time I was going to my party.”

I started to speak, having finally found my breath. “But what about…..”

“But nothing.” She whispered, huskily, suddenly very much in charge. “My sister and I have always shared things but I wanted to give you something she never could have, so you just simply had to be my first. It’ll be our secret, as long as you keep me happy. Just call it sisterly lust.”

As her gorgeous backside swayed confidently out through the back door, I suddenly felt trapped. The wife would be home soon and I was developing an awful headache but I knew I could only get away with that for so long.