With Dean away on another building job, Bianca had decided it was the perfect opportunity for the two of us to celebrate me leaving school by going for a Friday night out together.

Bianca was wearing a cream halter neck mini dress, with a cut-out midriff. The halter neck top itself left very little to the imagination, and the cut-out midriff drew attention to the fake-tanned skin of her midriff. The bottom half of the skirt, which came to mid-thigh, was high on the curve of her hips, and had string-tied side panels that made it abundantly clear she wasn’t wearing any underwear. With the dress, my sister was wearing cork-soled platform wedges, with criss-cross strapping that ran up her calves. Dark mascara and pale pink lipstick set off the cream of the dress, her gently permed shoulder-length dark hair, and fake-tanned skin.

I had chosen a two-piece burnt orange outfit. The top comprised one long-sleeved arm, with the other arm left bare, and a boob tube that revealed the tops and undersides of my perfectly firm, globe-like, young breasts. An expanse of taut, fake tanned, stomach separated the top from the bottom half, which was stretched tight across my slim hips and peachy bum, and ran so high on my thighs that it qualified more as a pelmet than a dress. Calf-length black suede boots, a jade necklace on a thin gold chain, large hooped earrings, dusky charcoal mascara, and dark pink gloss lipstick completed the look.

The evening had started really well, with the pub full of people we knew. Unfortunately, the night club was packed and turned us away; so, after a few shots in a bar, we headed back to Bianca’s council house, tipsy, giggling, and both a little horny.

The lights in the house were on as we walked from the bus stop. We looked at each other in surprise; we hadn’t put them on when we left for the pub. Phones out and ready to dial for the police, we approached the house. Music was playing and there was no sense of an intruder. Opening the front door and entering cautiously, we moved to the lounge, where the TV was on. A sudden creak and the sound of bare feet padding down the stairs made the hairs on the back of our necks stand up. We waited nervously, ready to shout and call for help. I gasped and Bianca nearly screamed when a well-built black man, dressed in nothing more than a white bath towel wrapped around his waist, entered the room, whistling.

“Jesus Christ, Bianca; where did you come from?” he exclaimed, almost jumping out of his skin and only catching the towel from falling away with a desperate grasp of his large ebony hand.

“Chris,” Bianca squeaked, exhaling with relief, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Didn’t Dean tell you I had asked if I could stay the night on my way back to barracks?” the handsome black man explained. He flashed me a white-toothed smile, noticing my admiring appraisal of his sculpted body, glistening with beads of water from the shower he evidently just had taken.

“Course he didn’t, the twat,” Bianca shrugged, her attention clearly drawn to Chris’ muscular physique. I could feel the sexual energy in her body language, and his equally charged response; his eyes flicking between the pair of us with obvious interest and an air of lustful calculation.

“Why don’t I get you both a drink?” Chris suggested. We readily accepted and dropped onto the settee whilst he padded into the kitchen. Bianca fiddled with her hair, checked her makeup and eased her already short dress up slightly to expose even more of her tanned thighs. Almost subconsciously, I mirrored her actions, adjusting the boob tube so that it revealed a little more of my perfectly round, ripe young breasts.

Chris re-entered the room with two glasses of white wine and a bottle of lager clasped in his hands. Placing the drinks down on the small table, he picked back up the two glasses and moved forward to hand them to us. As he did so, the tuck holding the towel in place dislodged, and the white fluffy item fell away, landing in a heap on the carpet and leaving him naked as he stood in front of the settee.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he groaned. His immediate reaction was to reach down to grab the towel, but seeing our response, he checked himself. Both of us had our eyes fixed hungrily on his flaccid, but still extremely large and thick, ebony length.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered as if to myself, unable to tear myself away from the sight of his black monster.

“Fucking hell is right, babe,” Bianca responded in a sigh, licking her lips gently and shifting on the settee so that even more of her shapely thighs were uncovered.

“Like what you see, ladies,” Chris grinned confidently, taking a pace towards us so that his enormous cock was inches from our faces.

“Enough for both of us, don’t you think?” My sister winked at me, taking the flaccid snake in hand and feeling the heft of it. Nodding in agreement, I shifted closer to her. Thighs touching, I traced a pink fingernail along the length of it whilst she held it in the palm of her hand. Slowly, it grew a little. As I picked out the veins on the dark shaft, my sister tickled the highly sensitive glans with a long, vivid red plastic fingernail. Chris gasped softly, looking down with hands on hips, watching us both stir his member into life.

As his manhood firmed, I lightly ran fingers along the underside of the tightening muscle, whilst Bianca teased the nerve endings in the head. We both sighed with arousal as our gentle touches encouraged Chris into full hardness and we saw the bulk of his erect state.

Looking at me encouragingly, Bianca leant forward and began to kiss the base of the dark pole. Taking her lead, I shifted on the settee and placed glossy lips on the opposite side of the dark mass. Slowly, teasingly, we planted soft kisses up the thick, veiny shaft. Chris made encouraging noises, his large hands coming to rest on our heads when our tongues met across his domed head.

Whilst I repeated the process, my sister leant back and peeled down her dress, revealing her large, firm tits. Reaching across, she exposed my perfect globes; the soft flesh wobbling slightly as the boob tube slid down and they were released from its confinement.

“That’s it; suck it, both of you,” Chris murmured encouragingly, stroking our hair and watching Bianca take his heavy balls in her mouth, whilst I licked and kissed my way back up his length, before parting my lips and taking his mushroom-like glans into the warm nest of my mouth. As I used my tongue on his frenulum, and she sucked on his hairy sack, my sister wrapped a wedding ring adorned fist around the base of his shaft.

“Kiss each other; taste my fucking dick together,” Chris urged, watching us work him and hearing our moans and slurps. Bianca released his balls and lifted my chin, pressing her plump, pink glossed lips to mine; the musky aroma of him filling our nostrils and coating our tastebuds.

“Get back on my cock, Danni,” the tall black solider demanded, guiding my head onto his throbbing ebony shaft. “Hold your sister’s hair whilst sucks me off,” he instructed Bianca, who pulled my hair into a ponytail, watching me sink down onto him, slurping and moaning on his massive domed head.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his fingers in my hair, guiding me as I bobbed eagerly up and down on him, letting out moans of arousal with each downward motion of my lips. “Make sure the little whore sucks my dick properly,” he instructed Bianca, who responded by pressing me further down onto him.

“That’s it, make her fucking gag on my cock,” the soldier grunted, holding my head as Bianca pinned me down, with my pink glossed lips pressed against his dark pelvis.

“You pair of dirty whores,” Chris groaned whilst my sister held me there, gagging and choking on his dark meat; my eyes watering and my pale little palms pressed against the ebony flesh of his thighs.

“Deepthroat his big black cock, babe,” Bianca moaned, enjoying watching me choking and gagging as she toyed with herself using the hand not occupied with pinning me down.

When they finally released me, I gasped and spluttered, trying desperately to get oxygen back into my lungs. “Fucking whore; get back on my dick,” he growled, forcing himself back into my mouth and pushing down on the back of my head. “You,” he indicated to Bianca,” get under there and lick these fucking balls whilst she sucks my cock.”

“Suck it, both of you; white whores, submitting to black dick,” the dark-skinned soldier growled, watching us work his balls

and cock with our mouths. The air was filled with moans, sighs, slurps, and slathering sounds; and both of us had fingers curled inside our fannies, frigging ourselves in time with the movement of our mouths and tongues.

Pulling us away, he lifted my slight frame and threw me onto the settee. “Watch your sister suck my cock,” he grinned, before grabbing Bianca and pressing her forward towards his rampaging manhood.

“You want that black dick; don’t you, you fucking slag,” he winked, slapping my sister’s face with his cock. As Bianca nodded frantically, he grinned and asked, “and why do you want it, Bianca.”

“Cos I’m a whore for black men and their cocks,” she sobbed, her finger working furiously inside her tunnel.

“No hands, you slut; just that fucking mouth,” Chris sneered, forcing his domed head between my sister’s plump lips; his hands hard on the back of her head as she went to work with her mouth. Leaning back on the settee, I cupped my firm teenage boob, tweaking a nipple and circling a fingertip over the hard nub of my clit.

“Oh my God, sis,” I sobbed, my finger taking its timing from the cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck of her throat. Her plump lips stretched wide around his thick, meaty shaft, her eyes watering and her mascara running in streams down her cheeks.

“Gag on my black cock, cheating married bitch,” he grunted; hands on the sides of her head, Chris was thrusting hard and fast with his pelvis, his heavy balls slapping against Bianca’s chin. Denied the ability to balance with her hands, my sister was recoiling with the force of each thrust, emitting frantic clucking noises, with slobber and precum dribbling down onto her bouncing tits.

Eyes hooded with arousal, my pelvis pressing forward against the circling finger, biting my lip and with the tingling inside me almost unbearable in its intensity, I watched Chris slip from my sister’s bruised lips, leaving her spluttering and wheezing.

Get up on that settee so I can fuck you,” he rumbled, slapping her mascara-streaked cheeks with his glistening cock. Gasping for breath, Bianca hauled herself up onto the settee, tugging the cream dress over her arse and up around her waist.

“I need your cock inside me,” she sobbed. Hauling her legs high so that her platform wedges were dangling on his ebony shoulders, Chris positioned himself between Bianca’s thighs. “Oh, my fucking, fucking, God,” my sister screamed, pupils dilating with the shock of him pushing this thick ebony monster so deep inside her that it connected with her cervix.

The slap of his rippling black torso on her juddering pale flesh, the soldier’s dominant animalistic grunts, my sister’s plaintive submissive whimpering, the insistent pressure with which I circled a fingernail over my nub, all combined to send me spiralling over the edge into a shuddering climax; my eyes wide, my young body convulsing, and my mouth in a perfect O of a silent scream as the waves of orgasm rippled through my core.

“You filthy slut”, Chris panted, watching me lose control whilst pounding Bianca hard against the settee. Almost on cue, my sister bucked frantically and screamed out a series of obscenities in release.

Tossing her aside, he pulled me to the edge of the settee and spread my legs akimbo. “You want some black in you, little whore,” he growled, watching me nod pleadingly with wide eyes. Without further warning,

Chris buried himself to the hilt and began to take me with the same intensity with which he had used my elder sister.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I shrieked, the feeling of being stretched by his huge black snake almost more than I could bear. Dark fingers hard on my hips, my pale calves wrapped around his ebony arse, firm globes of flesh quivering, I sobbed and wailed as the black soldier drove himself remorselessly into my tight teenage body.

My sister lay exhausted, her sated eyes observing me as, still on edge after my previous climax and with my insides being plundered by repeated thrusts of the hefty ebony weapon, I built noisily towards a second.

“Oh my God, oh my god, oh my fucking God, I’m cumming on your fucking cock,” I shrieked, losing all self-control and self-respect whilst Chris took me to an even more intense orgasm.

“Get close together,” the black soldier demanded, leaving me panting and used on the settee. Sliding next to each other, we watched him stroke his throbbing black meat.

“Worship my black cock,” he grunted, eyes alight with dominant satisfaction; cock in hand, his breathing ragged. Looking up submissively, shoulder to shoulder, we cupped our boobs and opened our mouths in silent expectation.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Chris groaned in release; rope after rope of white semen ejecting from his domed ebony glans and landing on us to squeals and gasps of delight. The tendrils of hot jizz continued to splatter onto our faces for what seemed like an age, until finally he grunted in satisfaction and stilled his hand.

“You really are a pair of nasty whores,” he murmured, watching us swapping his sticky mess in a deep and very unsisterly kiss, whilst mashing together soft pliant flesh flecked with globules of semen.

“Does the barracks do open days?” my sister asked with a dirty smile, looking up at the soldier through a false eyelash partially glued together with his cum.