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I had been on my own at college for two months, when one day, out of the blue, I found a letter from my big sister Julie in my mailbox. It was startling since I hadn’t seen Julie since she had left home five years ago, an hour after her high school graduation. She left because she planned to be a model, a career which my parents absolutely forbade as “immoral.” I had only spoken to her a few times in those years, because my father had declared her ‘persona non grata’ in our household. But I received occasional surreptitious messages through a cousin, and I had hoped that someday we could get together.
Her career was going very well, she said, and she wanted me to come visit for a weekend, to catch up on the missing years and to get to know one another again. She enclosed a check for airfare and incidentals. I was thrilled and called her that night; we arranged the visit for the following weekend. She said that if she were on a job when I arrived, her roommate Kelly would be there to let me in and keep me amused until Julie got home.
But when I got to the very luxurious apartment building, no one was home. It was my fault, since I was so excited I changed at the last minute to an earlier flight, hoping to lengthen our visit by a few hours. But it was not a real problem; I just settled down in the gorgeous lobby and finished the studying I needed to do for the next week. Just as I finished, a lovely girl not much older than I came over and introduced herself as Kelly. She fell all over herself apologizing for not being there when I arrived – as if a few hours in a plush lobby was a hardship. She seemed genuinely upset about it, despite my protests, but eventually she guided me to the elevator and to their palatial home.
Kelly was so lovely that I felt beside her I looked like someone who lived in a dumpster and ate at bus stations – or vice versa. Her shoulder length blonde hair seemed to glow with health and her deep blue eyes sparkled with a need to please. Her perfectly madeup lips had that ripe fullness French starlets strive for but seldom attain.
Kelly was no taller than I, just 5’2″ of indecently voluptuous carnality. Her breasts were magnificently full and rounded, jutting proudly with no trace of sag or flattening, despite the red silk blouse so tight and clinging that the puckering of her aureole lent texture to the filmy material.
From her mouthwatering 36C bosom, Kelly’s body tapered sharply to a waist even smaller than the 23″ which hours of agony at the health club gave me, then flared almost lewdly to 34″ or 35″. Her thighs, pressing against her tight, short skirt, looked strong but not muscular, and did not quite meet when she stood. As I followed her to the living room, the two perfectly matched globes of her lovely ass jiggled so temptingly that I blushed when I realized my hand was moving toward them.
I hardly had time to shower and change before Julie was home. She looked absolutely stunning – like a model, I thought, then felt foolish. She took a quick shower and changed into jeans and Tshirt, then in five minutes we were as comfortable together as we had always been before, and chatted nonstop until Kelly announced dinner.
It was a fantastic meal, the best I’d ever had in a private home, and Julie and I continued to chatter throughout. Kelly seemed quiet and a little nervous, but I thought it was just that she felt a little left out of our reminiscences. I resolved that later I would make an effort to include her more. All I knew was that she was also a model, at the same agency Julie worked through, and I was especially curious about her parents’ reaction to that.
After dinner Julie and I sat in the living room while Kelly cleaned up, looking out over the city and chatting more. It’s amazing how much there is to tell after a fiveyear separation. Finally Kelly joined us, first refilling our wine glasses, then standing nervously before Julie with her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her.
Julie studied the younger girl for a few moments, then said flatly, “You weren’t here when Megan arrived.”
“No, Julie, I’m very sorry, I…” She started, but then stopped when Julie snapped her fingers. She was taking short, shallow breaths and her voice trembled.
“I didn’t ask for an explanation,” Julie snapped. “I didn’t ask anything. I merely stated a fact, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Julie,” Kelly said softly.
“You failed in your duties,” Julie added softly. “You were a bad girl today, Kelly, a very bad girl, weren’t you?”
“Yyes… I was a very bad girl, and I’m very, very, very sorry!” Kelly said shrilly; she seemed on the verge of tears. I was very confused, because not being there when I wasn’t supposed to arrive didn’t seem like any kind of failure at all to me.
“I suppose you want me to forgive you… Again?” Julie asked.
Kelly stood silent a moment, then tears began to run slowly down her cheeks. She nodded, and said in a soft, trembling voice, “I’m sorry I was bad, really! I want to atone, so you’ll forgive me and love me again. Please, may I?”
Julie said nothing for a while, just sliding down in her chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. She lolled comfortably, with her legs spread, her hands resting on her thighs and her head back against the cushion, and watched her weeping roommate intently.
After a few minutes, she sighed and sat up. “Oh, all right,” she said.
Kelly was ecstatic. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she babbled.
“Let’s get on with it,” Julie said. “Megan and I have lots more talking to do later.”
Kelly knelt on the big hassock, then leaned slowly forward until her hands were flat on the carpet. As she bent forward until her magnificent bottom pointed toward the ceiling, her short red skirt rode up to reveal that her glorious ass was completely bare except for a narrow ribbon of silk between her cheeks. Her bottom looked soft and inviting, but firm – like two mounds of French vanilla ice cream just at the melting point.
But in jarring contrast to her otherwise complete perfection, Kelly’s ass was not the uniform creaminess I expected: it was crisscrossed with very thin stripes ranging in color from a faint pink to bright red to deep purple. I puzzled over this flaw a moment, watching with interest as Julie untied and stripped off Kelly’s damp red panties. Kelly slid her knees back to the edge of the hassock, and from my position I could see wisps of pale fur framing the moist coral cleft of her pussy.
My sister patted Kelly’s bottom lightly, then her hand disappeared between the blonde girl’s quivering thighs. Although I couldn’t see exactly what Julie was doing, Kelly’s wanton gasps and her almost lewdly wriggling ass quickly had my own twat pulsating wetly.
After a minute or so Julie withdrew her hand, and I could almost see moist waves of heat rising from Kelly’s invitingly spread and glistening cunt. When I noticed Julie looking steadily at me and smiling knowingly, I realized with a start that my right hand was under my skirt, firmly stroking my soaked panties. I jerked it away, blushing slightly.
Julie stood facing me as she removed her narrow belt from her jeans, then watched me steadily as she pushed them slowly downward. She was of course wearing no panties – she abandoned them in high school – but I was startled to see that her cunt was shaved almost bare, with only a narrow fringe of curly red hairs framing her wetly gleaming furrow. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the stiff pink clit protruding from her swollen labia – it looked HUGE, and very sensitive – and when she saw my tongue running over my parched lips, she winked at me and imitated my action.
Turning then to Kelly, she drew back the arm holding her doubled belt, stood poised a moment, then with a sudden snap of her wrist, flicked the limber leather strap across Kelly’s trembling bottom. Kelly made a sound between a moan and a purr, and for a moment I saw a vivid red stripe where the belt had bitten her tender flesh. Then Julie began whipping her, slowly and lightly, but steadily, until Kelly’s whole body writhed in time with the erotic squeals and sobbing each new lash evoked. Every new stripe on Kelly’s blazing ass made me wish I were wielding the strap, and each crack of the belt was like a huge dick stabbing deep into my roiling twat; after the first few strokes I peeled off my sodden panties and scooted down in my chair so I could fondle my pussy without losing sight of the spectacle. In a few seconds an overwhelming orgasm struck, and I was only vaguely aware of Julie and Kelly!
When I returned more or less to normal, I heard Julie saying, “Don’t you ever keep Megan waiting again, you lazy bitch!”
“Oh, Meg,” I said, a little alarmed by how blistered Kelly’s bottom looked. “It wasn’t her fault, I was early.”
Julie glared at me and said harshly, “Megan, shut the fuck up or you’ll be next! Kelly was a bad girl, and she wants to be punished and forgiven.” Turning back to Kelly, she said, “Don’t you, Pretty Puss?”
I shifted my eyes from Julie’s scowling look, and saw that Kelly was braced rigidly on the hassock, and her cunt was overflowing with the nectar of love. Impatiently, Kelly spread her thighs even wider and thrust her bottom toward Julie; then I could see that her thighs were also sticky with her juices. Almost inaudibly, she whispered, “Oh, please, please, please forgive me, Mistress! I’ll be very good from now on.”
With a chuckle, Julie reached under the hassock and pulled out a curious device of straps and plastic. Swiftly she stepped into the harness and pulled it up like a pair of panties, fitting one thick curved cylinder into her cunt. In seconds she had tightened and adjusted the straps, and a huge plastic dick protruded from between her wet thighs.
I had never seen any kind of dildo before, and all I could do was watch in fascination as Julie moved behind Kelly, held her by the hips, then with a powerful thrust of her hips, sank her “dick” into Kelly’s obviously eager twat. The sight of Julie skewering Kelly with the same hard, thick rod that was buried in her own cunt, ramming it more deeply and solidly into her than any real prick ever could, was so erotic that I leapt to my feet for a better view, even as I was furiously fingering myself. I seemed to come a million times, each a little stronger as I moved toward what would be the Krakatoa of orgasms.
For a minute or so Julie screwed Kelly fantastically. (There really is no other word for it; I’ve been fucked too many times not to recognize a great one.) Then, without warning, Julie quickly rolled Kelly onto her back, expertly manipulating the blonde girl’s legs to keep her impaled through the change in position. Then, locked mouth to mouth, Julie’s wild plunging almost immediately made them both come loud and long. Even after they were both limp with exhaustion and satisfaction, with Kelly on her back and my sister lying atop her, their hips continued to move rhythmically, their continued long after I had melted onto the carpet beside them. Later that night, Julie came to my room and made passionate tender love to me, with her mouth and fingers and soul, giving me orgasms in greater number and greater intensity than I’d dreamed possible. Even before she spread her thighs and welcomed my clumsy tongue to her sanctum sanctorum, I understood why Kelly loved her so. I hoped someday that Julie would care for me enough to correct my misbehaviors, to let me atone for my mistakes, to forgive me as she had Kelly.
Before I returned to school two days later, with my bottom burning and wearing a belt identical to Julie’s, all those wishes were granted, and more besides.
But that’s another .
