I fucked three sisters, part one [MF]

Elaine and I were too big of rivals to ever be anything deeper than we were. Hell, we were probably too big of rivals to even be calling ourselves best friends. But that didn’t stop the 7 AM snaps of her holding up a Starbucks cop, closing her pretty hazel eyes, biting her tongue, and flashing a peace sign with “good morning, bestie <3” splatted across the pic.

Curiously, courageously, or maybe just lackadaisically, I’d occasionally snap back a photo of me right after a shower (chest-up, obviously, also, she was way more of a morning person) under some subliminal photo-communication posturing to take our attractive snap relationship a bit more revealing.

And until a fateful day last May the closest we ever got was a similar post-shower pic from her (chest-up, but sadly with a towel covering what I had deemed as truly incredible breasts), flipping me off as she held up a towel. Like I said, rivals. Who argued, and fought, and argued some more, and frequently typed paragraph after paragraph towards each other about passions that got very intense when those passions didn’t align with each other.

“Careful,” I sent over a picture of me laying in bed, “you’re gonna drop that towel.” My knee splayed out a bit from under the sheet covering what she probably didn’t know was a naked body.

“You’d be so lucky,” she blasted back of just…the towel. Laid neatly on her bed.

I shook my head in that moment as I felt my cock twitch, and quickly threw off my sheet, starting to stroke. I fired off a few snaps to fuck buddies/online flirtationships, in an exploratory scan to see if anyone wanted to play (they did). Part of me wished I accidentally sent something to Elaine, but that was too big of a risk to whatever relationship we had at that point.

Elaine was incredible. Smart as hell, headstrong, tall, with thick thighs and long, pale legs. And fuck…her ass…I still dream about it. The Dread Pirate Roberts would have written at length about her sizable breasts, which I imagined at the time to be perfectly pert and pale, capped with brown nipples, and she frequently kept her hair short, just below her chin. Freckles shown when she blushed, and her hazel eyes disarmed me more than I felt comfortable admitting.

She was also a virgin and absolutely unlucky with guys, which I don’t mention because of the platforming of some stupid sociological myth, but just because it’s relevant to the story. Guys tend to dislike headstrong girls, and that’s shitty, because a lot of the time in our most intimate moments (that didn’t involve anything physical), the walls came down and Elaine really did show a vulnerable side that I had no idea how to help with. She was brilliant, and I think if she were more accepting of the things we disagreed on, our relationship would have veered in a more positive direction. And I can’t say that I wouldn’t want something like that, because when our relationships passions and intimacies flared at a white hot level, I felt incredible. This chapter really is the story of that.

We were chilling at my apartment, binge watching something unworthy of note on Netflix (as we often did), and scrolling through our phones. I leaned back in my recliner and occasionally took her in. She laid back against a pillow on my couch, lily white legs curved up with her knees pressed together, her chest rising and falling a bit faster with each scrolled through Instagram post of a muscly male celebrity.

So that was the thing, right? And I’m not shaming anyone’s taste in ANYONE as I tell this story, but she just talked about these guys completely disconnected from real life. I’d imagine a lot of it has to do with how shitty guys were to her, so she did a lot of putting guys she didn’t know on a pedestal.

In a lot of our conversations she also weirdly sexualized them in a way that I wasn’t sure how to interact with because I am pretty open sexually in the right scenarios, but she was a virgin who at times was really awkward to discuss those things with. But she definitely did at times refer to some of her celebrity crushes as “Daddy AF” so I liked that particular quality about her outlook on things.

And lord knows I loved giving her shit about it. So as she scrolled through the umpteenth six pack on her feed, I swung my chair around to address her.

“So which one of your Daddies are you gonna fantasize about tonight?” I smirked as she flipped onto her stomach to roll her eyes on my direction.

“Shut up,” she shook her head, leaning tightly against the pillow and closing her eyes, “though I would love to get fuuuuuuucked by anyone of them,” I almost felt like I caught her bite her lip as she pushed her ass up into the air.

“Yeah right,” I jokingly chided. She pulled up on her knees, a flash of her stomach escaping before she pulled her shirt down.

“What do you mean? It’d be so good!”

“And why is that?” I smiled, leaning back in my chair. She rolled her eyes again.

“I don’t know…I’d suck his dick really good, and ride him, and then ask him to bend me over,”

“Wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” I muttered. She swung her legs around, and scooted to the edge of the couch.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just feel like you’re neglecting a lot of foreplay, and it wouldn’t even be as in depth and erotic as you’re thinking,”

“Don’t be an ass,”

“I’m not!” I laughed in response to her glare, “C’mon Lainey, your extent of kinks is some choking and light spanking,”

She HATED when I called her Lainey.

“You’re a fucking dick!” She fumed, freckles starting to spatter across her frustrated face.

Home run time.

“You wouldn’t know a dick if it was standing in front of you,”

“You’re the fucking worst, honestly,” she muttered, “I’d turn you into a whimpering mess.”

She said it pretty softly but my dick still twitched.

“Like I said…,” I held her gaze. Breathlessly, she slipped off the couch as I absentmindedly spread my legs.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” slipped out as she knelt in front of me, licking her lips as she eyed my thickening boner in my gym shorts. Her nails ran a path up my legs, palms spreading out on top of my thighs as I scooted forward a bit for her to start to pull them down. Precum started to pool at the head of my cock, against my boxers.

“Fuck,” she smiled as she pulled down the waistband and my boxers and shorts down to my ankles. Her hand slipped around my length and I let out a moan.

“She?” She smiled.

“Shut up,” I reached out and pressed my thumb against her lips. To her credit, Elaine pursed them around it before kissing the head of my cock.

“You’d be so lucky,” she wrapped her lips around it, before making a pop sound, “daddy.”

Fucking Christ. She held my gaze as she started to jack me off, playing with my heavy balls. I lightly grazed her cheek and wrapped a hand in her hair, as she leaned into my touch. Her warm mouth and tongue swirled around my head and shaft and I felt her moans vibrate along my cock. I started to softly pump my hips against her.

She slurped louder and louder as she picked up speed, smiling around my dick. We were pretty good at reading each other, so I figured out naturally our competitive streak would extend to bedroom stuff. But she gave off a bit too much bodily hints as I noticed her rocking in place, thighs tightly pressed together. I knew what I could easily do when she slipped a hand down to run between them. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off as she looked at me lustily.

“How wet are you getting from sucking Daddy’s dick?” I asked sternly. She let out an involuntary moan, “finger fuck yourself.” I commanded simply. She didn’t have to be told twice. The v of her shirt fit perfectly to show off her cleavage, and as she slipped a hand down the front of her shorts I slid my hand down to massage her chest.

“Fuck daddy,” she moaned as I grabbed at her tits. Her nipples were rock solid against my hand as she started rubbing her pussy. She rocked against her own touch as I pinched at her nipples, and she paused only to work herself out of her shirt and bra so I had easier access. Her nipples were pink, not brown, by the way, but I was more than impressed.

Precum leaked out of my cock as I kicked off my shorts and boxers, and ripped off my shirt. She got out of her shorts and panties and I pressed her back against the arm of the chair and started to kiss her neck as she ruthlessly finger fucked herself.

“Cum for me Elaine. Make yourself cum like you were riding Daddy’s cock,”

“Fuck please…fuck,” she wrapped an arm around me as I pulled at her nipples and kissed her neck. When I reached down and started rubbing her clit she wrapped the other arm around me and spread her legs so I could finger fuck her warm, tight, virgin pussy. She drenched my hand and the arm rest as she hungrily kissed me.

“Daddy please…,” she breathed, “please fuck me,” she finally got out. I smirked as I spun her around and bent her over the couch arm rest. Her ass waved in the air so fucking incredibly, and she moaned as I spanked her before rubbing the tip of my fat cock against her pulsing lips. She did her best to press back against me, but I held her in place and teased her as much as possible.

“You’re such a dick,” she moaned out before I shoved my entire length in, and her toes curled up as I stretched her out. I groaned out at the warmth and tightness and I never felt closer. Picking up speed I dug fingertips into her hips as I told her how fucking sexy she was.

Reaching around I rubbed her clit as I pounded faster and faster, emptying all of my sexual frustration into her. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, choking my length as I felt my balls start to tighten.

“Elaine I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum in me Daddy,” she squeaked out, burying her head into the couch as she dug fingertips into the material. With one last groan I pulled all the way out before shoving all the way in, feeling cum pulse out of my cock, firing deep into her pussy. I slowly backed off, collapsing back into my chair as my soaked cock started to wilt.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed out, turning around and shooting me a freckle-highlighted smile. I grabbed at her hands and pulled her into my lap, kissing her warmly on the lips, “your dick is so fucking good,” she said in between kisses.

I’m not sure if she still holds that sentiment, but it definitely was a mindset peppered in her future snaps. Often times she’d send me a topless, post-shower pic, asking Daddy to show her his dick, and often times I’d smile and stroke, firing off some snaps and vids to my needy, deserving baby girl.

Who knew that those would be the thing that ruined our friendship?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ay9lb5/i_fucked_three_sisters_part_one_mf