Tara, or sort of...?

I could hear somebody walk up to me and stand across my hips. The person touched my stiffening cock, and Sue commented; ”Ooh, that looks so hot girl, you make me cum!”

Just as I began to wonder what Tara could be doing that was so hot, my thoughts were interrupted by Sue's pussy flooding juice into my mouth. I had to struggle not to drown in it. My efforts caused Sue to scream out her pleasure and grind her hips, smearing the pussy juice over my entire face and her inner thighs.

When Sue's orgasm receded I could feel a condom being put on my now rock hard tool.

Sue panted; ”You seem like a smart slut. Just my type. I might even let you fuck my guy some time.” She turned a bit. ”You'd like that, wouldn't you Bob? I bet you'd love to fuck this little slut!”

• ”Sure thing, hon, but not today. This wonderful cock sucking bitch has totally drained me!”

  Now, finally, Sue let go of my face, freeing my view to see what's going on.

  The first thing I saw was Tara lowering herself, just about to spear herself on my dick. Then I remembered that Tara currently didn't wear anything under her skirt. This girl, although looking like Tara, wore orange open-crotch panties, orange suspenders and very sheer powder colored stockings. This wasn't Tara, but her sister Sara! Her throbbing labia stood out through the pantie's opening, ready and eager to engulf my stiffy.

• ”Did you like the dessert?” I suddenly heard.

• ”Huh?” I replied disoriented while looking around to see what else was going on.

• ”I said: Did you like the dessert?”

  Sue stood next to me, looking at me while waiting for a more sensible response.

• ”Oh, you mean your cum? I loved it, as you can see...” I replied, first looking at her but then turning my concentration back to Sara.

  Sue was right, I found Sara's attire very hot and arousing. At this instant I could see and feel the head of my cock entering her pussy for the first time ever. It was a wonderful experience!

  She stopped moving down when the head, and little more, was all in. The she began pulling up. Sara was almost vibrating as she eased herself down on me in a couple of strokes. At each stroke she pulled up until the tip of the head was right at the entrance of her love hole, and then she eased down slowly about one inch further than the stroke before.

  No matter how tempting it was for me to simply thrust upwards, impaling her in one go, I realised this was how she wanted it and I didn't want to discourage her.

  Instead I looked for Tara. She was still with Bob. Both of them were looking back Sara and me while Tara absentmindedly licked Bob's limping dick and rubbed her pussy.

  Sara decided enough was enough and sat tight on me, squeezing the cock in her twat while staring into my eyes.

  As I met her gaze she began to speak.

• ”Hi there, stud! Seems my sis beat me to it, but don't worry, I usually get a fair share anyway. Do you enjoy the view?”

  I was so stumped by the whole situation, I could only nod approval.

• ”Well, it sure feels like you enjoy the situation” she continued. ”Hey sis! Wanna piece of the action?” she inquired, looking at Tara.

• ”Sure thing, Sara, as usual...”

  Tara headed our way as Sara began to ride my cock at a steady pace.

  It was a lovely sight watching Sara ride me. The trinity of her stockings, suspenders and open panties accentuated her smooth silky skin while making a nice frame to her velvet mound as it slid up and down my stiffy. This was truly poetry in motion!

  Unfortunately I wasn't able to enjoy the view for long. A shadow fell over my face as Tara took up the position previously held by Sue, facing her sister. I quickly realised that her pussy and legs in fact wasn't bare, as I'd thought I'd seen, but covered by highly transparent seamless pantyhose that were as good as invisible in the soft, slightly dimmed, light. Her scent and taste was young and fresh, I quickly concluded. Very tasty and a perfect night cap for me, I thought.

  ”Sue said you're an expert on this. Prove it!” she demanded, as she began to rub herself on my face.

  Sara seemed indifferent, or maybe just used used, to what her sister was doing, and kept riding with long strokes, slowly increasing the speed.

• ”Lovely pole this one.” Sara said. ”It feels soo good in my pussy.”

• ”I bet it does,” Tara replied, ”and it tastes really good too!”

• ”I wouldn't know 'bout the taste, that's your area of expertise, sis.” Sara commented.

• ”Yea” Tara chuckled, ”Just like the pussy-feeling is yours. Now it's time to see if he's as good a pussy-eater as Sue said. ... At least he's up for a good start.”

  While the two sisters had this chat I did as I'd done to Sue; alternated between licking away at the nylon over Tara's clit with my tongue and stabbing her nyloned pussy with my nose. The pantyhose worn by Tara was very soft and flexible in the crotch, much more so than those worn by Sue. Thus it felt to me almost as if they weren't there, only like a rougher surface and less yielding cunt hole.

• ”Sue was right, you do know how to treat a wet nylon-pussy!” Tara said. ”Keep it going and I'll be a very happy girl.”

• ”You really do seem to enjoy this as much as I do.” Sara commented (addressing Tara, I think).

  After a (very) few minutes of this going on, with Tara and Sara getting more aroused by the second, I opened my mouth wide and sucked Tara's entire mound into my mouth. Tara let out a squeal. Sucking real hard made her clit very swollen and protruding, enough to let my lips get a grip on it through the nylon and give it a light bite while my tongue forcefully wiggled back and forth across it. As I did so Tara began to hiss and pant for air, desperately trying to stay somewhat calm.

  Tara couldn't stand this kind of treatment more than a few seconds before getting an orgasm.

  When she came her thighs squeezed hard on the sides of my head and she sat heavily on my face, effectively blocking my air supply. My nose was pressed firmly into her pussy which tightened so hard it felt like she was pinching me. She'd been oozing her juice onto my face all the time, and I couldn't tell if her orgasm made a difference.

• ”Seems like you're as happy as can be” Sara said.

• ”OOOhhhh Yes!!!” was all Tara could manage in response.

  As luck would have it Tara's orgasm didn't last very long, and she finished by rolling away from my head allowing me to get some air.

  Sara took that as a sign of revelation. She abruptly halted her ride, stood up and walked into my room.

• ”Come on in and close the door, will you.” she said, ”We can't be making out in the doorway all day.”