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Crazy Sisters Who Like to Strip

Crazy Sisters Who Like to Strip

I am just a normal guy chasing pussy...then this happened . .
I got off from work and decided to stop off at a local “meat-market” pub near work. The place was packed with scantily clad females. I had managed to score a couple of lucky hits in the club, a few month back and I was overdue another lucky strike.

I grabbed a drink at the bar and tried my usual disinterested look, but no one was biting. I spied a couple of groups of young ladies and tried to work my way into their conversations by standing close by, hoping someone, maybe one, would take an interest. After trying this for several minutes, I got brazen enough to approach one very beautiful young lady who was drinking alone at the bar. I casually slid up next her and smiled. We chatted for a few minutes. She was a certified public accountant and strikingly beautiful. I zeroed in on her loneliness and being in the bar by herself. I was about to ask her to step out and get a bite to eat, when her dinner date showed up.

Frustrated at having wasted about an hour and half trying to pick up a date, I decided to hit a local strip club. The neon sign outside read “table dances, ten dollars, fifty girls.” I paid the buxomly door gal the cover costs and stepped into the dark club. Lights pulsated to the heavy beat of rap music. I was immediately approached by a scantily clad waitress, who offered to seat me. I decided to avoid the “seating” and asked for directions to the men’s room.

I stepped into the men’s room and relieved myself of the rum and coke I had already consumed on my quest for pussy. I had a good buzz, but I wasn’t wasted.

I found a dark corner in the club, and settled back into the booth. There were girls paired off with various customers. The girls were various stages of undress. I could hear giggles in the booth next to mine and figured someone was getting very lucky. Several dancers stopped by and slid into the booth next to me, offering me a table dance, but none of them peeked my interest. Each one of my booth visitors made sure she grabbed Mr. Happy and gave him a light squeeze.

“I can take care of you,” each one beckoned. I had no doubt I could get taken care of, for the right amount of money, only I wasn’t in the habit of paying money to be pleasured.

I noticed a very young thin teenage-like, blonde stripper on the main stage. She seemed totally out of place, like she was just going through the motions of trying to be a tease. She gyrated her hips to the sound of the music, but didn’t really do enough dirty dancing to draw a crowd to the main stage. I sat and watched her for a few minutes, before gathering up enough nerve to step up to the stage and tip her.

She was cute. Very cute. She flaunted her very young and perky breasts only inches from my face and then squatted in front of me. She pulled at the tiny strip of elastic that covered her womanly parts. I slipped a couple of folded dollars into the elastic as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“What’s your name?” she asked. Her touch was more friendly than suggestive. I liked her approach.

“Scott,” I replied. I never gave my real name in a strip club, for the very same reasons the dancers used fake names.

“Melissa,” she replied, squeezing my shoulder as she smiled. “But please call me Desiree, in here.”

I slipped another dollar into her g-string, smiled and quickly sauntered off to my dark corner.

I decided to wait on her and see if I might get lucky enough for a table dance. An hour passed and it seemed as though she had disappeared. I asked the waitress about her and was told she had left the club early. Disappointed at having struck out again, I went home. The liquor and loneliness had taken its toll. I was hugely disappointed.

The next day, my apartment complex had a cookout at the pool. I pulled my grill off my patio and pool side. As I sat eating my burger, I saw this young girl, saunter out to the pool and take up a chase lounge just a few feet from her patio and across the pool from where I lived. She looked familiar. Where did I know her from? I was thinking she was probably one of the many girls from the pub, as quite a few of them seemed to live at my apartment complex.

After a few moments, it dawned on me that this was the same girl I had seen at the strip club, the night before.

I did my best to act cool and not tip her off that I knew her or where she worked. Several guys tried to talk with her, but she just casually brushed them off. I decided to cook a few extra burgers, figuring I might share one with some of my buddies, at the pool and if I was lucky, maybe my stripper neighbor.

As luck would have it, she waded into the pool. After momentarily scanning the pool and the pool deck, she waded over close to where I was grilling.

“Hey,” she called out in my direction, “I think I know you.”

I turned and smiled, but didn’t say anything.

“Did you have a good time last night?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, before appending my answer. “But I didn’t see you again after we met.”

“Sorry about that,” she replied, “Club rules. Can’t be seen doing anything inappropriate in the club.”

I smiled.

“So what would be inappropriate about a table dance?” I asked.

She smiled and then suggestively said, “Come on over and I’ll show you.”

I flipped a burger on the grill.

“Should I bring something to eat?” I asked.

“No,” she replied. “You’ll do just fine.”

I thought for sure she was just playing with me. I watched as she swam to the far side of the pool, exited the water and grabbed her beach towel. She opened her patio gate and disappeared into her apartment.

I placed the burgers on a plate and ran them into my apartment. A few seconds later and one of my buddies, was tapping on my patio door. I looked out and this friend excitedly pointing over towards the apartment across the pool. I looked across the pool and could see her standing naked, in the opening of her apartment patio door. She waved and then disappeared back inside her apartment.

I couldn’t walk fast enough to get around the pool. The pool gate clanged shut behind me as I stepped on to the patio. I peered in the open door to the apartment.

“Are you coming in or do I need to come and get you?” she asked, standing butt-ass naked by the kitchen cut-through.

I stepped in and looked around. She told me to take a seat on the couch. I did as she instructed.

“How about a lap dance?” she asked.

“Fine with me,” I replied, “But I don’t have any dollar bills.”

“This one is on me,” she mischievously responded. “Get comfortable.”

She turned up the volume on a counter top speaker. I took a seat on the couch. She stood totally nude in front of me, her hips swaying to the music, nodding her head and shoulders to the beat. My eyes were glued to her crotch. She didn’t have a stitch of pubic hair.

She parted my legs with hers and stepped between them. Her slightly curly blonde hair hung lazily over her shoulders. She had perky nipples perched perfectly on top of her 36-c cup breasts.

She slipped a knee on either side of my waist and proceeded to plant her totally naked body on to my lap, while gyrating her hips to the beat of the music. She took my hands and placed them on top of her breasts. Her breasts were soft and firm- au natural. I ran my thumbs over her pencil-eraser-tio-like nipples and she smiled.

She slipped her hands under my t-shirt and pushed it over my head and off of me.

“I love your chest,” she breathlessly whispered, running her finger tips through my chest hair. She leaned forward and circled each of my nipples with her tongue. The entire time, she was grinding on me. I didn’t know how much I could take.

“I love your chest as well,” I replied, massaging her luscious breasts.

She slipped off my lap and on to her knees, between my legs. She planted her mouth directly on my erection, lightly biting down, while feeling for my balls through my shorts.

She slipped her hands into the waist band of my pants and pulled. I arched my back, allowing her to freely remove my shorts and my underwear. My cock was now fully exposed.

She wasted no time going down on me. I couldn’t believe it.

“If you keep this up,” I remarked, “I will cum.”

“Then, you need to put it in me,” she breathlessly whispered.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

“You won’t need one,” she replied. “I’m on the pill and I have only been with one guy and I am clean.” She used her fingers to part her pussy, as she stood in front of me, as if I needed to inspect her.

“Turn around,” I said.

“I don’t do anal stuff,” she replied. I assured her I was not into anal sex, but that I just wanted to back door screw her. She turned and held her pussy lips open, as I positioned my cock at just the right place. As she settled back on to my stiff rod, and I slid my cock into her very young teenage pussy. She let out a deep moan.

She rode me, hard, as I held on to her hips. It didn’t take much and she was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Suddenly, she shivered, her entire body stiffening, just as a gush of feminine fluids flooded my lap. I shot my load deep into her pussy, so much so, that my semen dribbled out and on to the carpet. Then all of a sudden, she collapsed back on to my chest, letting out a deep moan. I placed my hands over her breasts as the last spurts of semen shot from me.

“Oh! My! Fucking Gawd!” She exclaimed, digging her fingers into my thighs.

“That was entirely inappropriate,” I remarked. “Next time, we may have to keep things more appropriate.

She laughed.

“I can’t do this in the club,” she said. She looked at the clock on the wall.

“You have to go,” she said, “My sister will be here any second.”

I used a kitchen towel to clean up, pulled on my shorts and disappeared out the same door I had entered. I sauntered, wearily and bow-legged-like, back to my apartment. I collapsed on to my bed and fell asleep.

I woke about nine that night and looked out across the pool. The lights were off in the apartment where I had spent the afternoon. I tossed on some jeans and a button-down short. I decided to go out for a drive, since I was between paychecks. I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, so I decided to stop by my favorite strip club, a bad choice when one is low on cash.

It didn’t take long for Melissa to find me. As she stepped into the dark corner where I had taken up temporary residence, she asked if I enjoyed my private table dance from earlier in the afternoon. I told her I was hoping for a repeat.

“Be patient,” she said. She slid into the seat next to me. I slid my hand between her parted legs and slowly worked my way towards her pussy. I slipped my finger under the elastic of her t-back. She lowered her head and bit down on her lower lip.

She didn’t say a word, as I probed her pussy.

She arched her back and then slid out of her t-back. It didn’t take much and I was finger-fucking her into a frenzy. I unzipped my pants and she pulled on my stiff cock until I was about to cum. She slipped down in the booth and I felt her warm moist lips on my enlarged cock. Almost immediately, I shot my load right into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop.

“Are you oaky?” I asked as she sat up and smiled.

I’m freaking horny,” she replied, “and I am hungry>”

I was all for leaving, but she said she had to first pay her “tip outs” to the management team in order to leave- otherwise she had to stay until 2am.

“How much do you owe?” I asked.

“Thirty for tonight, but I still owe thirty from last night,” she said. I agreed to pay the tip outs, while she headed to the dressing room. A few minutes later, she was back and dressed in her street attire. The club manager walked us out to my car and watched as we drove off. I’m sure he was jealous and he hated to see her leave early, but there was nothing he could do.

I hadn’t gone a block when she had her shirt unbuttoned and her shorts unzipped. Fortunately for me, I am a good one-handed driver. I slipped my hand into her open shorts. She didn’t have on any under garments. My fingers quickly found their way to her very wet and most vagina. She kicked at the dash board and screamed “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Do you want to fuck or eat?” I asked.

“Let’s eat first,” she replied.

I pulled into the drive-through a of fast-food restaurant. As the clerk took out order, Melissa thought it would be cool to suck on my cock. As we inches up towards the window, she had to either hurry up and finish the job or risk being caught.

She slipped my cock back into the confines of my jeans, as I pulled up to the drive through. The young guy at the window was professional as he took my money and then handed me two drinks.

“Do you need a drink carrier?” he asked.

I declined his offer. I turned to hand Melissa her drink. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned, providing a perfect view of her boobs. I didn’t dare say a word.

The clerk handed me two bags and I handed one to Melissa.

She and I both downed our burgers as I made our way back towards our apartment complex. Melissa propped her feet on my dash board as she consumed the burger and then brazenly stripped out of her shorts and her G-string.

“Well,” she declared, “that took care of that, so now let’s have some fun!”

She slipped her fingers into her pussy and smiled.

My car is roomy, but not roomy enough for me, at six foot four, to have sex. I suggested we find a hotel. She couldn’t wait, pulling at my trousers and unzipping them. I pulled into an empty parking lot. I just knew that if a cop pulled up, we both would go to jail. She leaned over and proceeded to give me a blow job, like I had never experienced before. Just as she finished, a Dallas Police car drove by, very slowly. I watched and he made a u-turn. I had her quickly button up her blouse and fasten her pants. The police spot light illuminated the two of us. We both smiled and waved. Fortunately, the cop was a cool cop, because he didn’t stop.

I lost track of her orgasms. My car smelled like sex.

Between orgasms, I found out her name was Melissa and that she was nineteen. She lived with her sister at the apartment complex, across the pool from me.

“Does your sister know you dance?” I asked.

To my surprise, she answered “Yes.”

“And she doesn’t care?” I asked.

“No,” Melissa replied, “Because she is a dancer as well. You’ll have to meet her.”

“I’ll introduce you to her,” Melissa replied. “She is cool and I think you will like her. She is the coolest and she has a smoking hot body.”

I pulled into a parking space in front of the building where Melissa’s apartment was located. Before I knew what was going on, she darted, butt-naked from my car and made a mad dash towards her apartment. I quickly grabbed her travel bag and followed her in the apartment. By the time I found her, she was spread naked on the couch, and passed out. I set her stuff down and then stepped through the patio door, out to the pool deck and over to my apartment. It was another night of self-pleasure.

The next day, I was looked out at the pool area and saw both Melissa and her sister laying out by the pool. Melissa was right, as her sister had a smoking hot body!

I stepped out on my patio, shirtless, and in my swim attire. I proffered a very low level “wolf” whistle- just loud enough to catch Melissa’s attention. She was laying on her stomach and facing my patio fence. She looked up and gave me a quick wave of her hand.

I watched as she turned and said something to her sister, who then looked my way. Her sister had an iPad in front of her, which she tried to hide behind, as she whispered to her sister.

After a few minutes, Melissa’ got up and sauntered towards my patio. I leaned on the railing as she approached. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute little stripper body.

“Sorry about last night,” she remarked as she approached. “I will make it up to you.”

“So are you going to introduce me to your sister,” I asked.

“She is a bit shy,” Melissa replied. “Please don’t say anything about her dancing. She is only seventeen and doesn’t want to get in trouble.”

Seventeen? From what I could see, she didn’t look seventeen.

“…and you better be nice with her,” Melissa warned, “Or I’ll kick your ass!”

Melissa turned and called out her sister’s name.

“Melody,” she beckoned.

My heart practically skipped a beat Melissa’s sister sauntered towards us. Her bikini was about three sizes to small and barely contained her small breasts. She was about the same size in height as her sister, but with shorter and much darker hair.

“This is Scott,” Melissa said, making the introduction, as her sister stepped up to my patio. Melody slipped her arm under her sister’s arm and smiled. She stuck out her free hand and as we shook hands, I told her it was nice to meet her.

“What do you do?” I asked. Almost immediately, Melissa answered for her sister.

“She is a waitress at a bar.”

“Cool,” I replied. “Maybe you can make us some mixed drinks.”

“I’m just learning,” Melody replied. “I’m really not that good.”

Melody turned towards Melissa.

“I have a bartender’s book on my night stand,” Melody remarked. “Let me go get it.”

As she turned to head towards where she lived on the other side of the pool, Melissa stopped her.

“Hold up,” Melissa said. “I can make us some drinks.”

So the three of us stepped into my apartment.

“Cool place,” Melissa remarked, surveying my sparsely decorated apartment.

“Do you live hear alone?” Melody inquired, taking a seat on my couch.

“Yes,” I replied. “It is just me, myself and I.”

Melody’s eyes wandered to my crotch. I slipped into my kitchen and started emptying out the liquor storage. Gin. Rum. Tequila. Vermouth. Wine. Kahlua. Schnapps.

Melody spied the cinnamon schnapps.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, “Schnapps!”

I poured the three of us a shot glass and proffered a toast.

“Here’s to new friendships,” I said. I took a seat on my coffee table, as the three of us downed our first shot glass of schnapps.

“And getting fucked up,” Melody replied, before downing her entire shot glass. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Sorry,” Melissa said, “I have a slutty sister.”

“I am not a slut,” Melody shot back. She placed her shot glass on the table and poured a second shot glass full of the schnapps. “But I can be had for a few glasses of schnapps.”

“Hey now,” Melissa shot back, “I found him first.”

“Yes you did, so now it’s my turn!” Melody replied.

“Hold up!” I interrupted. I looked at Melissa.

“Do I have a say here?” I asked.

Both girls answered in unison, “No!!”

Melissa leaned over and cupping her hand, whispered into her sister’s ear. Melody turned about four shades of red and giggled.

“Show us that cock,” Melody remarked. And just like that, the three-some was on.

I sat on my couch between the two vixens. I arched my back and stripped out of my swimming trunks, my eight and half inch cut cock, arching upwards.

“Oh my gosh!” Melody exclaimed, upon seeing my cock, feigning surprise. She covered her mouth with her hands, but never took her eyes off of my crotch.

I pushed down at the base of my cock, so that it moved back and forth.

“You should suck it,” Melissa said.

Melody looked at her older sister.

“You first,” Melody said.

Melissa was not shy. She leaned over and slipped my cock into her mouth, wetting the entire length of it with her saliva. Melody simply watched as her older sister went down on me.

I closed my eyes.

Melissa slipped off the couch and between my legs.

“My turn!” Melody exclaimed. Melissa sat back and Melody took over, slipping her mouth over my enlarged cock. She wet her fingers in her mouth and then used them to apply pressure to the back side of my cock. Melissa toyed with my balls, massaging them in her hand.

‘Y’all are going to make me cum,” I exclaimed.

“Cum in my mouth,” Melissa begged.

“Fuck that,” Melody replied, “Cum in my pussy!”

“Yeah,” Melissa replied. “I wanna see you fuck my sister!”

Melissa stripped her sister of her bikini. Melody was not a stranger to shyness. She rubbed her clit and declared,

“Put it in me!”

“Wait a sec!” I interrupted. “Who has a condom?”

“Fuck a condom,” Melissa declared, “You’re fixing to bust a cherry!”

“Oh no!” I declared. “I don’t want to be the one.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Melody shot back, as she climbed into my lap, thrusting her boobs into my face. My swollen cock was mere inches from her virgin pussy as she placed a nipple up to my lips.

“Suck it!” she said. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, as I placed my hands around her soft waist. In a quick flashback, I remembered the softness of another girl’s waist, a girl who had taught me at an early age how to ride a motorcycle and how to fuck.

Melody shifted on my lap so that my cock was pressing right at her clit. She took her fingers and pressed down on the tip of my cock, rubbing it against her clit.

I was totally lost in the moment. I slipped my cock into Melissa’s virgin pussy, but it would only go so far before it met the thin membrane that separated her from womanhood. She was a tight fit and I could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on my cock.

I pushed and she grimaced as the thin membrane ripped. Her eyes widened and she fell forward, resting her head on my shoulder. Her pubic bone rested against mine, my cock buried deep inside of her virgin pussy. She shuddered – a quick orgasm shooting through her tiny body.

I pushed her long brown hair back over her bare shoulders and planted a light kiss on each shoulder. Then, our lips met for the very first time. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Melody was on fire. She reciprocated with a level of passion I had never experienced before. Suddenly, she was gyrating her hips in a circle, working my cock around in her tight little pussy, her finger tips digging into my chest.

She grunted with each thrust of her hips, moving at a feverish pace. Suddenly, she gripped mu shoulders and stiffened, another strong tremble rocking her entire body. She tossed her head back and as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she let out an audible gasp of excitement.

I pushed her on to the couch and spread her legs. I pushed my cock straight into her bald pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, as I straddled her upper torso, my hands on either side of her. I looked down into her dark green eyes.

“You’re cuming,” she cried out as the first spurts of my manhood filled her pussy. Suddenly, she let go and her womanly juices flooded everything. I continued to work my cock in and out of her pussy. Her entire body trembled and shook, several times. Although she begged me to not stop, I had to admit, I only had so much gas in the tank.

I rolled off of her and on to the floor beside the couch. Melissa was sitting naked on the floor beside me, her fingers deep inside of her pussy, her eyes closed.

Melissa’s eyes fluttered open, even as Melody seemingly passed out on the couch next to us. She leaned over and took my semi-flaccid cock in her hand and inspected it. The, she leaned over and took me in her mouth, sucking and playing with my balls.

I had never experienced more than one bell ring at a time, but Melissa was patient, working on me until I was hard again. She straddled me, and lowered her pussy on to my reinvigorated cock. She bounced up and down, working my cock in and out of her wet pussy, as her breasts swing back and forth in front of me. I cupped them in my hands and held on to them. Her body stiffened and I could tell the moment she orgasmed.

Melissa didn’t get to feel the full effects of my manhood, as I had already emptied my load into her younger sister. Still, she was able to get off and feel the pleasure of a nice ride, which made me feel good.

Slowly, each of us recovered. I sat up next to the couch, and surveyed my apartment and two very beautiful naked females. I poured another schnapps and downed it.

“That shit is dangerous,” Melody declared.

Melissa laughed.

“You’re the one who wanted it,” Melissa declared.

‘Yes, I did,” Melody responded. She rubbed her perky breasts as she spoke and lightly teased her pencil-eraser-tip-like nipples. “And, I may just want some more.”

I grabbed my cell and snapped a quick photo.

“Schnapps,” I declared. “My new drink of choice.”

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