sister act

If you’ve read my previous blogs, you’d know that I have a very hot wife, who has become my slut/whore, and a very wild pussy. But this blog is from back before I even met Tish. Background: I was raised in a small farming community in Nebraska, a mid-c***d of 6, and if you know anything about a farm with 6 k**s, nothing goes to waste and my life was a series of hand-me-downs. After High School, you options are pretty limited, go to college, stay on the farm, or join the military. I tried to stay on the farm, but I don’t deal with the older b*o-ther, who was married with 2 k**s and was pretty much taking over the farm, so in January of 90, I joined the Marine Corps. After boot-camp and infantry training I was stationed on Camp Pendleton (Camp Pen). If you’ve ever then there, you know exactly what I mean when I say, no money no honey, for those of you who haven’t, this is a base with a full Marine Division, reinf***ed with Air Wing assists, basically 10 zillion jarheads to every one pussy. So when you have time off, you beat feet out of dodge. My company just came back from 29 Palms (rat hole in the middle of nowhere, aka 29 Stumps) and got a 96 (4 day pass, Saturday – Tuesday), so when liberty call was sounded, I jumped in my friend’s car, and we (4 of us) headed up to Santa Barbara (college town above LA). It was late June so the only students there were taking either advance classes of the summer killer classes, either way, they are not your typical college party crowd, so the bars we hit were pretty empty (to say the least). After several beers in several bars, the 4 of us split us and went our own ways, and sometime around midnight I found myself at Denny’s (diner/restaurant) sitting at the counter having a burger and fries. Behind me in a booth sat 2 college girls with books open, asking each other questions about agriculture, and they had way of base on their answers. At one point I starting laughing and one of the girls said “oh as if you even understand what we’re talking about.” I turned around, smiled at them, and said, “Yes, actually I do, and even d***k on my ass, I would know about germination, seeing how I grew up on a farm, and that’s pretty basic stuff taught is High School and 4 H.” With mouths wide opened, I explained the process so even they would understand, and I was still sort off pissed off at the comment made to me not knowing about what they were talking about and missed the opportunity to move in on them, so still a little d***k, I laid $10 on the counter for my food and tip, and walked out, heading up the long road to the motel room about 3 miles away. I was about 2 miles into my walk and sobering up quickly when an old yellow CJ5 pulled up next to me, “hey, do you need a ride?” It was the college girls from Denny’s. “Sure, I could use a ride.” So I climbed into the back of the Jeep and we drove off. “Where you heading” asked the driver, “I don’t remember the name of the motel, but it’s just up the road about another mile or two.” “Diane, you remember that motel where the guy killed himself last year” said the other girl “Oh yeh, don’t tell me your staying there” said the driver. “Oh shit, I know nothing about that, but if that’s it up there” pointing to the neon lights up the road, “then I guess I’m staying at the Bates Motel (referencing the movie Psycho).” “No, we can do better than that, you aint staying there” said the driver, and I just said “OK” as she made a U-turn, and drove back towards town. A couple of left turns and a right, and I was lost, no clue where we were, when the Jeep pulled into an alley way, and into a poor excuse for a garage. “My name is Diane, and this is my s*s--ter Lynsi, it’s not much, but we have small one room apartment above the garage, that I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in.” They weren’t the prettiest of girls, about 20 years old, but they were nowhere near being ugly neither, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, no make-up, not even lipstick, not thin, maybe a few extra pounds, but overall, still pretty decent bodies. Lynsi smiled at me as we all climbed out of the Jeep, and took my hand to lead my out of the garage, around the side of the building to a set of stairs to the apartment, and yes, I was a little horn-dog checking out their asses when we went up the stairs. Diane had one of those Jell-O butts, not to big, but shock lick a bowl of Jell-O when she walked, while Lynsi’s butt was a little firmer, but still had some cushion back there. When I got into the apartment and looked around, Diane was right, it wasn’t much, a small kitchenette/living room, with a small table and chairs that you could get at your local K-Mart for under $100 and an old beat up couch that could only seat two, facing a make-shift cabinet (a couple of cement blocks with 2x8’s running between them for shelves, with an old TV sitting on the top shelf. The bathroom was across from the small bedroom (that barely fit the queen bed and a dresser), neither room had a door, just a flower colored sheet being used as a curtain. Diane excused herself and to the tiny bathroom while Lynsi went into the frig, “Do you want a beer?” “Sure” “I’ll take one too” yelled out Diane from the bathroom. As Lynsi and I sat down on the couch with our beers, Diane came out from the bathroom, only wearing a tan long button-down shirt, revealing her soft white skin C cup breast and a pair of purple panties. I could not help but steer and I instantly got a hard-on. “Do you like my panties” said Diane as she pulled open the lower half of her shirt, so I could see what they said “Eat me.” “Oh yeh, there nice” “Would you like to” “Oh hell yeh” and with that Diane pushed me back into the couch and climbed on top, positioning her pussy just above my mouth. I licked at her pussy through her panties squatted lower and lower, until her crotch was embedded in my mouth. While this was going on Lynsi took her clothes and pulled out my cock and starting sucking on it with long deep strokes, shit I almost shot my load right then, but every time I thought I was going to cum, Lynsi would squeeze my balls so tight it would almost kill me, dam it hurt and felt great at the same time, now that was a blow job. Diane reached down and pulled her panties to one side so I could slide my tongue into her soaking yet pussy, and riding my face harder and harder, then she let out a load moan as she had a very wet orgasm. Her juices just poured out of her, and I couldn’t swallow that much that fast, so her juices ran down my chin and neck, soaking the collar of my shirt. Finally Lynsi let me explode, and my load was so big and hard, I thought she was going to gag to death, but she kept sucking and stroking my cock until I had nothing left in me. Diane climbed off my face and went down on my cock to help Lynsi clean up my cum, both of them kissing and licking each other, swapping my cum from mouth to mouth, until someone (not sure which one) swallowed it all. Diane stood up, walked over to the little table and said, “I’m ready for the beer now,” while Lynsi laid back on the floor. Somehow in all of that I managed to still hold onto my beer, and took a big sip. I looked at Lynsi on the floor and she was starting to masturbate, and sliding her finger into her pussy. I got another hard-on and was getting ready to climb onto her when Diane walked over and said “Oh not yet fella, I’m not done with you.” She pushed me back into the couch and climb onto my lap, sliding my cock keep into the still soaking wet pussy. As she fucked me I could hear Lynsi moaning, which drove me over the top and I shot my load into Diane. I laid my head back trying to catch my breath from that load, as Diane got off my lap and then sat on Lynsi’s face, let my cum drip from her pussy into Lynsi’s eager mouth, where she sucked and licked not only every drop on my cum, but also gave Diane an orgasm. After that, the 3 of us somehow ended up in that little queen sized bed, where we took turned fucking and sucking each other for the rest of the night. I woke up around noon, with the smell of bacon cooking. I managed to get to my feet and walked into the kitchenette. Lynsi was cooking and Diane was sitting on the couch with her books open. “Well good afternoon sl**py head” came from the couch, I smiled and said “Afternoon, dam I don’t ever remember sl**ping in this late in my life” Lynsi laughed and said “Oh often have you ever had sex like that before” “Well to be honest, I would say that was my first” and Diane looked over and said “And it won’t be your last, and least for this weekend.” She was right, later that day they took me over to the motel to get my things and we went back to the apartment for one of the wildest weekends I’ve ever had. I helped them with their studies and they helped me with some once in a life time stories. They drove me back to Camp Pen on Tuesday and we saw each other a few more times of the next few months, until “Desert Storm.” After I deployed, they wrote me and sent me some pretty awesome pictures, but when I got back to CA, they both had found a steady boyfriend and we lost touch. So, if Diane or Lynsi are out there reading this, reply to my blog. Tish would love to meet you.