Unwrapping presents

Ciara looked at her sister stupidly. She didn't seem to have understood what Yvette had just said. "M-my present? You mean... you mean John?"

"That's right, baby," Yvette smiled, kissing Ciara's taut tummy. "You can use him for the night, and he can use you."

"Oh, wow. Oh, wow. I don't know what to say... John, you're okay with this? You really want to fuck me?" Ciara turned her head to look me in the eye, and I was amused to see actual worry and embarrassment in her eyes. This hot piece of teenage ass was sincerely worried I wouldn't find her attractive. I thought I'd reassure her... but why not have a bit of fun with first?

So I pretended doubt. "Hmm... I dunno." Ciara's face fell. Yvette winked at me, sensing where I was going. "I mean, my first night with my girlfriend and I fuck her little sister? I'd be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I did that. I'd have be tempted pretty badly to even think about it."

Ciara's lit up and she smiled, understanding. "That right? Guess there's nothing for a girl to do but send a little temptation your way."

"Give him a little show, Ciara. Show him that nice teen body. And, mmm..." Yvette stroked the nubile little thing, "Show me."

"Oh, God, that'll be so hot. I always wanted to do a little striptease." Ciara sat up on the bed, kissed Yvette, and tied her robe closed again. She put her feet to the floor and walked sensually to the foot of the bed. Yvette moved to take Ciara's former place on the pillow next to me, cuddling up close. I put an arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder. We waited for the show to begin.

Ciara stood self-consciously for a few seconds, and I saw a blush on her cheeks. Then she nodded to herself once and quickly struck a theatrical pose, "Lady and gentlemen, the first of hopefully many entertainments tonight!" She bowed to us, making me laugh and Yvette groan. Standing straight again Ciara stuck her tongue out at Yvette and said, "Apologies for the lack of music, but hopefully the performance will still be satisfactory."

Ciara spun quickly on her heels, presenting us her back. Then she began to move. The girl was slow and deliberate, using her slender hips just right, caressing herself lovingly, looking back at us with a mocking smile, making me wish I were the one touching her skin instead. Her little bubble-butt moved in tight circles, and I wished I could see more of her. All I could see were her slim arms and legs, the latter gleaming with a telltale wetness. Her shoulder length black hair swept across her shoulders, obscuring her face at times as she glanced back to gauge our reactions.

"Goddamn," I whispered out loud, enough for her to know what she was doing was working.

"Isn't she beautiful?' Yvette sighed, running a languid hand across my chest and beneath the blanket, down to my hard cock. I nodded, my throat too dry to say much more.

The girl's hands rose to her shoulders, and she slid the gown off them. It slid down to bare her back, stopping just at her waist where the string was still held tight. Her shoulders were narrow and her slim waist flared only slightly at the hips, but I thought her unbearably sexy all the same: the steel chain circling her belly didn't do her any harm. I noticed she had little dimple piercings on her waist. They were cute.

Ciara raised her arms to cup her chin and stroke her neck, and slowly turned to face us. I groaned aloud: her elbows just covered her breasts.

Yvette hands were slowly growing hot from my cock as she jerked it. "Who taught you how to tease, baby sister?" she demanded, impressed.

Ciara smiled enigmatically, her eyes closed peacefully as she stroked herself, her arms only slowly parting to reveal her little tits. They were conical and so looked bigger than their size, the seeming cry for a mouth to cover them accentuated by the obscene length of her fat pink nipples. I glanced at Yvette's chest to compare them: I couldn't decide whose were lovelier. Ciara's certainly caught the eye but Yvette's were bigger, fuller and looked voluptuous on her little body. She didn't catch me looking: she was too entranced in her little sister's spell.

I looked back at the striptease. The greenstone on Ciara's bellybutton winked at me in the dim light. A thick drop of precum came onto my tip, which Yvette noticed with a hiss and began to tease with a finger, rubbing it along my cockhead. I expected Ciara to string us along a little longer, but the sexiness of it must have been getting to her as well because she at last untied her gown and let it fall to the floor. Ciara smiled and posed still for us, her proud little tits thrust out and her legs splayed for our viewing.

I whistled, and Yvette exclaimed, "Motherfucker!" in shock. "When'd you get that?"

Her sister giggled, her reveal having the desired effect. "Do you like it? I got it a few days ago. Man I love the big city!"

It wasn't the beauty of her little puss that had startled us, though it was incredibly cute, framed by the finest, sparsest bush I'd seen on a girl her age. It was tiny compared to her sister's lewd, embracing hole, and I would be the first one to slip inside it. You bet it dominated my attention, but what really made the scene special were the tattoos along her thighs. Just beside her labia she'd had tattooed a handful of faint lipstick marks.

How had this girl gone 18 years unfucked? She was sex on legs. Well, my gain I guess.

That beautiful, unclaimed pussy began to move towards me with slow steps. She stepped onto the bed and walked up to us, straddling me. Her wetness dripped down onto the blanket above my erect member, being made ready for her by her sister. Ciara smiled innocently down at me. "Are you tempted, John?"

I nodded.

"After your little display he's probably going to fuck you until he breaks the bed," said Yvette, and I didn't disagree with her.

"Good." She sat on the bed, taking the side opposite her sister. "Let me unwrap my present."

She pulled the blanket down to see her first nude penis, gripped in a woman's pale hand, gleaming with precum. Her breathed in sharply and extended a nervous hand to touch it, and I moaned as her fingers made contact.

"What do you think?" Yvette asked, pumping me firmly. "What do you think of your first cock?"

"Well..." Ciara began absently, her fingers intertwining with Yvette's as they stroked me, and felt the weight of my balls. "I was actually hoping he'd be bigger." She blushed.

I spluttered and my debauched girlfriend crowed. "Oh, wow. Look at the virgin, so ambitious for her first time. It's plenty big, you little whore. Might even be too big for your fresh holes."

"Well, let's see, shall we?" Ciara asked us cheerfully, then lowered her mouth to envelop my cockhead in her mouth.