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This is a true story about an experience I had with two sisters who lived across the street from me. I have tried to include as many details as I can remember. It’s a fairly long story, but I like to get into the details, to give you, the reader, a better idea of what was going on. Also, as I write it, the story telling helps me to recall, relive and savor the memories of that day.
I was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. It was during the summer break, and many of my classmates were getting ready to go to college. I had played football in school, and I was working out every morning in a local gym, so I was pretty fit.
On the property behind our house, we had a smaller building that had been a small house at one time. We had divided it inside with a couple of rooms that an accountant and an insurance agent rented from us. The remaining room, which was separate and had its own outside entrance, was my hobby area to mess around with electronics and other things. It had a small bathroom with a toilet and sink, so I could spend hours out there without needing to go into the house.
My parents were off visiting my grandparents for a couple of weeks. They let me stay home, and I had the entire place to myself.
In my hobby room, I had my stash of Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler magazines hidden. Whenever I became bored with the electronic projects, I would look at the pictures and read the erotic stories in them. Jacking off was my sexual release. I had gotten quite good at it, I must say, and the magazines were a large part of that pastime.
We lived in a small town, and it seemed like everyone knew everyone else, so it was difficult to get much sexual action without worrying about the busybodies learning about it. Because of that, I never had full-on sex yet – yes, I was technically a virgin. Just some heavy petting and feeling of breasts under clothes.
Across the street and a couple of houses down, lived our high school’s assistant football coach and his family. Coach Wood and his wife had two daughters, Sharon – who had just graduated with me – was also eighteen years old, and Debra who was twenty years old. Our school was really small, so Sharon and I had a lot of classes together. We knew each other fairly well through our school, but we had never dated. Debra had just come home for the summer from her second year of college. I remembered Debra from when she was still in high school – she was a cheerleader then, and now she really looked nice after 2 years away at college. I had seen them a couple of times across the street, and we’d wave at each other. But I don’t think Debra ever even looked at me while she was still in high school.
Both sisters were slender but shapely, with medium sized tits. Debra was about an inch taller than Sharon, maybe 5 ft 7 inches. Sharon, my classmate, had really long brown hair, midway down her back. Debra’s hair was also mostly brown, with some bleached highlights, and was a lot shorter – just longer than collar length.
One day I was in my hobby room out back working on an amplifier or something, and I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see that Sharon and Debra had come over for a visit. Sharon said they were bored and wanted to come see what I was up to. I invited them in and showed them what I was working on. They pretended to be interested, but it seemed like they were thinking about something else. They both smelled really nice, with some kind of barely-there perfume. Or maybe it was the soap or shampoo from their showers earlier that morning.
Debra kind of stepped back and looked me up and down, like she was noticing me for the first time. In a low, sexy voice, she asked if I worked out a lot. I nodded yes. She asked if I had been on the school boxing team. I told her no. She said, “Well, you have the physique for it.”
She was kind of flirty in her tone and manner and stared directly into my eyes and smiled while talking to me. That was surprising to me, since she had never paid me any attention before.
Sharon looked a little uncomfortable about something, but yet kind of eager at the same time. Debra asked me if I had any “special” magazines out there. I acted like I didn’t know what she meant.
“You know. Nudie magazines. Girlie magazines. Sexy stuff.”
I told her I didn’t, but I guess I must have looked embarrassed, because both girls kind of chuckled as Debra said “Yeah, right!”
Sharon spoke up and said, “Come on, I’ve heard that all guys have nudie magazines. We want to look at some of yours. We don’t know if our Dad has any, or if he does, where he has them hidden. I’ve never seen one before.”
So, I went to my hiding place behind some stuff on a closet shelf and pulled out the first two I could grab, a Penthouse and a Playboy. Debra grabbed the Playboy and opened it up, and started showing Sharon some of the different girls, chatting about their tits and asses and wondering if some of the tits were real or fake. ankara evi olan escortlar Sharon giggled and commented that all of the women had their pussy lips hidden. That was the words she used – “Pussy lips.” I was sort of amazed and a bit embarrassed, hearing a girl say those words in front of me.
I just stood off to the side, watching them both. They sure looked nice, and I was getting a bit horny seeing the two attractive sisters looking at and talking about the nude women in the magazine. It was just the three of us, and I was hoping (but didn’t really believe it) that something might happen.
After they finished looking at the Playboy, Debra opened up the Penthouse. Those pictures were certainly more explicit – some of the pictures showed full pussy lips. Sharon commented that the visible pussy lips in Penthouse looked more realistic than the hidden ones in Playboy.
Debra was apparently familiar with Penthouse, because after looking at a few of the pictures with Sharon, she turned right to the Penthouse Forum section and started reading some of the stories aloud. They both laughed at some of the comments, saying that the stories couldn’t be real. Maybe not, but I was getting more aroused from listening to Debra reading the erotic stories in her sexy voice.
Then Sharon started reading one aloud. It was about a strip poker game that two guys and two girls were getting into. As the story went along, things were about to get hot and heavy with the foursome.
Debra told Sharon to stop reading. She looked straight into my eyes like she did earlier and asked if I had a deck of cards. She suggested, “Let’s get into a game of strip poker ourselves.”
Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I still was uncertain what was going on. I looked from Sharon to Debra a couple of times. “What do you mean, a game of strip poker for ourselves?” I asked.
Sharon and Debra both tried to explain at the same time, talking over each other. Finally, Sharon held up her hand to Debra, looked at me and told me that when Debra came back from college, she told Sharon about how the dorm life was so much different than home life, and how it was common to see other girls naked and not unusual to see a guy in one of the girls’ rooms, also naked.
With Debra standing there smiling and listening, Sharon slowly told me that Debra said she’d had sex with a couple of guys in college as well. Still hesitating and acting really embarrassed, Sharon finally admitted that she was still a virgin. And then she turned her head down and completely stopped talking.
Then Debra spoke up and said that Sharon had told her that she had never seen a guy naked before other than in pictures. They discussed how to fix that, and Debra suggested to Sharon that I might be willing to show her what a guy’s “equipment” (her words) looked like, so that when the time came for her to have sex, she would have a better idea of what to expect. And that’s what led them to come knocking on my hobby room door.
Well, as you can imagine, there were so many confused thoughts running through my head. At that time, I had never seen a girl fully naked either, other than in my magazines. I hoped this might be my chance to at least see one or both of the girls’ breasts in full light.
I looked around for a deck of cards, but I couldn’t find any in all the games we had stored out there. “Dammit!” Then my gaze landed on a checker set, and I (lamely, I thought) suggested that we play “strip checkers”. I was surprised that both sisters agreed, and so we set up the checkerboard on a small table I had out there in the room.
Since it was summer, none of us had very many clothes on – both girls were in fairly short shorts, tank tops, each with another unbuttoned top shirt over the tank top, and sneakers with socks. I dressed about the same way – blue jean shorts, just a t-shirt and sneakers with socks. Debra’s shorts were fairly loose, but Sharon’s were really tight on her, defining the curves of her hips and ass nicely.
We discussed how we were going to play a two-person game with three people and decided that I would play against one of the girls first, and the winner of that game would play the other girl. We’d continue on until one or more of us was naked. But we hadn’t discussed what it would take to get a piece of clothing removed.
I had a quarter in my pocket, and the girls flipped for first turn. Sharon won the toss, so she and I started to play checkers. After the first couple of moves, we reached the point that I was about to jump one of Sharon’s checkers. So, I suggested that when either one of us jumped the other’s checker, we would have to take off a piece of clothing. Sharon hesitated at that, looking at Debra.
Debra said no, that the game would end too quickly that way, and that we should wait until one of us got “kinged” before making the opponent take off a piece of clothing. OK, that was fine with me. As we played, Sharon and I both had elvankent olgun escortlar to take off our shoes and socks. Sharon also lost her top shirt, which left her with her tank top on, before she won the first game.
That meant that Sharon and Debra had the next game, and I got to watch. Debra was the first to get kinged, which meant that Sharon had to take off either her shorts or her tank top. She was reluctant to do either, but Debra and I both reminded her of the “rules of the game”, so Sharon turned her back to me and peeled her tank top up over her head. Then she smoothed her long hair back down. When she turned back around, I saw that she was wearing a simple thin pale blue bra, and her nipples were pushing out the fabric nicely. She was obviously embarrassed to see me looking at them, but she went on with the game. I just stood there, looking at her nice titties and getting hornier.
By the end of that game, Debra had also lost her shoes and socks, and her top shirt. Debra won, and it was my turn to play against her.
We both played a good game. Debra lost her tank top also. Her bra was similar to Sharon’s, but it was a light pink that let the dark areolas of her nipples show through nicely. She had no embarrassment at all, not minding when I looked at her breasts.
I lost my shoes, socks and t-shirt, so I was down to just my blue jean shorts when Debra got another king and I had to take those off, leaving me wearing just my boxer shorts. I had a quite visible erection from being so close to both sisters, who were wearing only their bras and shorts, presumably with panties underneath.
Then Debra said “Look, we came over here so that Sharon could see what a guy looks like naked. Let’s just get on with it. No more checkers. How about you strip off those boxers now? You’re going to have to take ’em off eventually anyway. And I can see the bulge of your cock right now under your pants. Sharon needs to see what it looks like hard and out in the open.”
“OK, I’ll take ’em off. But you’re going to have to show me your stuff, too. I’m not going to be the only one naked here,” I replied. Debra nodded and gave me that smile again.
Sharon was very reluctant to take off any more clothes, but Debra said “Hey, you wanted to see Joe with his clothes off, and it’s only fair that he gets to look at you, too. Actually, if it will make you feel more comfortable, I’ll take off more of my clothes right now.”
When she said that, Debra was facing directly towards me. She reached down, unbuttoned and took off her shorts, revealing a pair of lacy red bikini-style panties. Then she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, turned around and tossed it on a chair.
When Debra turned back to face me again, she put her hands behind her back and stood there with her pretty breasts pushed forward, pointing right at me. I stared at her tits, then looked her up and down from her smiling face to her cute little toes. I couldn’t see through her red panties. But it looked like either she was completely shaved or didn’t have much pubic hair down there.
Wow, I almost couldn’t believe that I was looking at Debra’s fully exposed tits and her red panties, barely covering her pussy! My cock got even harder inside my boxers.
Debra was once again staring at my crotch area and my noticeable hard-on beneath my boxers. She grinned and said, “Looks like you’re ready to see more. Come on, Sharon. Take something off.”
Sharon went all beet red in her face, but she reached back to take off her bra. Then she had second thoughts and dropped her hands to the front of her jeans to take them off first. I guess she didn’t want me staring at her crotch right away, so she turned around before she unsnapped and unzipped them and started to pull them off. They were pretty tight on her, so instead of just dropping them to the floor, Sharon had to wiggle her hips back and forth a couple of times to get them off.
She stooped over to pick them up to put them on the chair. But in the process, she presented me with an incredible view of her really nice, curvy but perfectly tight ass. She was wearing light blue panties that matched her blue bra up top. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her lovely ass.
Sharon straightened up and turned around to face me, but she had her hands over the front of her crotch. Even still, I could see a patch of dark pubic hair through the thin blue material between her fingers.
Debra said it was my turn to take off my boxers. But I was afraid that Sharon might not go through with her part of the deal, so I suggested that since Sharon was still wearing her bra, she should take it off next, and then we would all take off what was left at the same time.
Debra looked at Sharon and nodded, so Sharon once again turned her back to me, reached around behind and unsnapped her bra, and then turned to face us. She was holding her bra in place over her breasts with one hand and trying to cover her crotch etimesgut sarışın escortlar with the other.
“Dammit, Sharon! Let’s get on with this! Relax, would you?” Debra said. She reached over and snatched Debra’s bra out of her hands. Debra slowly moved her hands to her sides, letting her cute breasts have their freedom, and giving me a better look at her pubic area. I stood there, dazed, moving my gaze from one sister to the other and back again, looking at breasts, hips, and panties. My cock was throbbing with each beat of my rapidly pounding heart.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do this. No turning around, Sharon. No delay – just let’s all drop everything at the same time. On the count of three.” I watched as Sharon slowly hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. Debra did the same, and I grabbed the waistband of my boxers, knowing I’d have to pull them out forward to get them off over my stiff prick.
Debra did the count.
“One… two… three!”
And we all dropped our last clothing items to the floor. I just gazed at each of them. Their breasts were wonderful! Their pussies were incredible! Their hips were fine! Their legs were perfect!
Debra’s tits were a bit larger and fuller than Sharon’s – after all, she was two years older. Today, from memory, I’d guess that Sharon was about a B cup, Debra was just a bit larger, but not yet a C cup. Neither of the sisters were even close to being saggy. Debra’s areolas were a bit larger in diameter than Sharon’s, but Sharon’s nipples were a bit longer and looked harder. Both had ‘innie’ belly buttons on their firm, flat bellies. Debra had a small navel ring.
Both sisters had dark brown pubic hair – Sharon’s was fairly full, but trimmed at the edges so that her panties covered it all. Debra’s pubic area was even more trimmed — it was just a vertical strip of hair about 1-1/2 inches wide, stopping just above her bare pussy lips and just below where the tops of her panties would be. Both sisters were perfectly smooth and bare up the insides of their thighs.
And me – well, I have reddish-blonde hair everywhere. My pubic hair is the same color but a bit darker than what’s on my head, and a lot curlier. I had a little bit of hair on my chest back then, mostly around my nipples.
My cock, about six and a half inches long, was standing just below vertical. It was so engorged the head was nearly purple. I was circumcised as an infant, so I have no foreskin to slide back. Clear pre-cum was oozing from my piss hole. And I believe that my face was redder than my hair. I was excited, horny and embarrassed simultaneously.
Sharon just stared at my hardness. She wouldn’t look at my face, and Debra was giggling at the both of us. But I could tell that both girls were also getting excited by their quick short breaths and interest in looking at my “equipment”. Sharon, still not looking at my face, turned slightly to Debra and said, “What’s that clear stuff – there at the hole on the end? It doesn’t look like pee – it looks thicker.”
Debra replied, “I don’t know what it’s called, but guys get that when they get really turned on. It’s probably like the same thick juices that we get in our pussies when we get really horny. You know, like when we masturbate and then climax. And I love tasting my own pussy juices afterwards, don’t you?”
Sharon nodded yes. I moaned when I heard Debra talk about tasting pussy juices. I was almost out of my mind imagining both sisters laying on their beds, jilling themselves to orgasm, and then licking the juices from their fingers.
“It’s called pre-cum.” I explained to them. “It helps lube up the girl’s pussy lips when they fuck.” I acted like I knew what I was talking about, but I had only read about it.
Debra said, “Sharon, you should reach over and touch Joe’s clear stuff to check it out. And you should also feel his cock if it’s OK with him. You really need to feel how his cock is both hard and soft at the same time.”
I liked the idea of that, but…. “Girls, I’m afraid if any of us touches my cock, you or me, I’ll lose it and shoot cum everywhere.”
Sharon, kind of bashfully, softly said “Cum? I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never seen a guy’s cum. You said, ‘shoot everywhere’ – you mean it squirts out like when you’re peeing?”
“Yeah, kind of like that. It’s thick and white. But comes out in spurts, not a stream. And we guys call it cumming when it happens, when we shoot out our cum,” I told Sharon.
Debra chuckled and said, “With those magazines you have, I can only imagine it happens a lot.” I’m sure I got even redder.
Then Debra said, “Look, the idea is for Sharon to see how a guy’s equipment looks and works. If one of us makes you cum, so much the better.”
I thought about it for a few seconds and figured a way that I could get a little more out of the deal before it ended. “Well, I don’t know how long I can last without cumming. So, let me feel your breasts and get a good look at your pussies first. Both of you.” I said, “And then I’ll let you do whatever you want.”
Debra said “That’s OK with me. Part of what we came over here is for Sharon to see how excited and hard a guy can get. And I know you’ll get harder if we let you touch us. How about you, Sharon? Ready to see what it’s all about?”
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