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"And 69'ed your sister," I reminded her.

"Yes, and I 69'ed my sister," she agreed. "But I've never had anal sex. Some guy put a finger in my ass once while we were fucking, but that's it. I think I can take it, though. Care to try?"

"No way!" I said, perhaps a bit too eager to turn Katie down. She looked a tad hurt.

"Why not? You fucked Rita and Kim was cool with that. Let's mess around and see what it leads to. Maybe a finger in there, maybe two, maybe that big cock of yours." Katie reached over to squeeze my dick through my pants, her fingers insistent as they firmly but seductively ran up and down my cock. I pulled her hand away.

"No. Kim is still weird about the two of you hooking up. There's no way she'd want me to fuck you."

"Don't fuck me," Katie replied, using air quotes around the word "fuck." "Just mess around and do what you did with Rita."

"No. First, Rita was clearly experienced with anal sex. It's not for everyone. Second, I have a plan if you could settle down for a hot minute and listen. Deal?" I ask.

"Fine, but it better be good."

"I think it is. So we have a deal?"

"Deal. What's your plan?" She asks.

"Tell me about your friends..."

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Over the next week, which was busy for both Kim and I at our jobs (which was unfortunately becoming the norm), I saw Katie very little. She was especially provocative when I was around her, though. Not in an over the top sultry way, though. I think she was learning that I prefer a subtle actress to an over-the-top, dramatic one. In that vein, Katie was coy about her efforts to keep my attention and, I think, to push Kim's buttons just a bit. For example, Katie was always sure to wear loose fitting shorts and bright colored panties to draw attention to her plump ass and smooth thighs. She would lay back and spread her legs wide as she read on the couch, and her panties were clearly visible on one side every time.

Finally, Kim and I had a free Saturday to spend together once she finished a work project early Saturday morning. I was out in the living room watching a college football pregame show when Katie glided into the room, still a bit disheveled from a night out with her friends the night before.

"What time did you get home last night?" I asked as she frumped onto the couch. Her hair was a mess, her t-shirt was inside out, and her ass was barely covered by the shirt. It was clear that Katie wasn't wearing a bra, not that it made her tits sag at all. Those pert breasts wouldn't last forever, but for now they're high beams all the time.

"I think one or so? Lisa had a joint, and I made Amber smoke for the first time. But we had a good time, just kind of hanging out. And talking. I found out a lot of things about them."

"Oh?" I asked, eager to find out more. "What did you find out."

"Nothing I can share yet, Rog, but we just had some good chats."

"Fine, gives me something to look forward to." I replied.

Katie sort of slowly fell sideways into a sleeping position, her face buried in the corner between the seat and the back. "Okay, good, going to sleep now so try not to make too much noise," she stated into the couch, her voice muffled. Katie shifted her body a bit, pulling her knees up some and rolling halfway onto her left side, with her right hip up in the air. She wiggled her butt a few times to get settled in.

I ran my gaze over her white socks, pulled halfway up her calf to reveal two green stripes on each. I traced my eyes over her knees and started moving up the back of her smooth thighs. As I approached the "V" where her thighs meet up, I saw her pink cotton panties pulled up tight into her vulva. The fabric barely contained her plump lips, then continued up to barely cover her little asshole before framing her 18 year old ass cheeks. Her back arched in, disappearing under her t-shirt but only after exposing a little tramp stamp, a pair of dragon wings extending from her spine to her sides. I wondered why I never really noticed that before.

I turned back to the pregame show, waiting for Kim to finish up so we could finally get out for a date. Lunch and a movie, maybe some drinks. Just a simple date to reconnect and relax.

"And maybe we'll get a little frisky with some role play while we're out," I thought. "Maybe we could role play that Kim was Katie? Nah, she's not ready for that yet, I don't think."

I turn my eyes back to Katie. Immediately, I notice that her panties have shifted to the side, revealing a single pussy lip and teasing a hint of more pink underneath. Just then, Kim walks out.

"I'm done!" She says excitedly.

"Shh!" I admonish her, perhaps a bit too harshly. "Katie's sleeping."

"Oh, fuck her, it's almost noon. Time for her to get up." Kim comes around the couch intent on waking Katie up. Katie, astonishingly, hasn't moved a muscle. Kim looks down and immediately notices that her sister's pussy is partly hanging out. Kim gives me a look. I can't tell if she's mad or just annoyed, but she seems a tad upset.

Kim dives onto Katie, startling her younger sister out of sleep. "Wake up, sleepy!" Kim starts to tickle Katie, her hands digging into Katie's rib cage.

Katie struggles fiercely. "Ah, stop it, Kim! Stop it!" Katie is thrashing about, trying to get her older sister off of her. Kim's right hand is pushed down off of Katie's ribs. Kim quickly moves it to Katie's right hip, her fingers finding ticklish spots on Katie's upper thighs and hip bone.

Kim is tickling Katie, who giggles non-stop as she tries to escape. "You're sleeping at noon with your pussy out, Katie! Haven't you given Roger enough shows?"

"No," I think to myself. "No, she has not."

Kim starts to get up, satisfied with her victory over her 18 year old sister.

"Afraid Roger can't resist this ass?" Katie teases with a little wiggle.

Kim pounces again, this time with her knee on Katie's back. Katie is helplessly pinned, and Kim takes full advantage. Whap! Kim's right hand smacks across Katie's plump ass, her cheeks jiggling from the impact. Smack! Kim's hand comes down. Katie yelps in pain, clearly shocked by Kim's abrupt spanking.

"You're a bad girl, Katie. Quit parading around half-naked." Kim seems genuinely pissed off. She looks over at me. "Ready to go?" I nod, despondent that our date night has started out with such a weird tone. We hop in the SUV and drive through the rain to our spot.

We arrive at the restaurant, a favorite tavern of ours with great craft cocktails and good enough food to stay for the drinks. It's relatively empty, likely due to the weather. We get a round booth in the back and slide next to each other. We've always like sitting next to each other rather than across, or at least we did when we first started dating. Nowadays we usually just take what we can get. It was nice to feel her hip bump into mine as she settled in.

Kim and I ordered some tequila based drinks to start. I like spicy drinks, she likes the sweeter kind. We caught up on our week and had the sort of natural, easy conversation we'd use to have when we weren't so caught up with our careers. It was only a couple of years ago, but it felt like a lifetime. Kim was flirty. Her hand would subtlety touch me on my hands, leg, or cheek. Her hip and thigh rubbed against me firmly and slowly. She cocked her head in interest (sincere or feigned, I don't know) at my stories, exposing her long, graceful neck. Her dress was a sort of long, fitted sweater with tiny little "sleeves" and a folded over mock turtle collar. It stopped halfway down her thigh.

Our waitress stopped by again. She (Ellen) was cute in a sort of punky, youthful way. Ellen had a lithe build and a pixie cut with faded streaks of pink on a black canvas. Her big doe eyes revealed that she was likely a pleaser type of personality. A real people person. At least that's what I wanted to believe.

"Ellen, we haven't had a proper date in almost a month. What would you recommend for a couple of young lovers like us?" I always enjoyed flirting with bartenders and waitresses in front of Kim. I felt a bit lewd (and certainly rude) in doing it, but for some reason Kim's half-disgusted / half-enjoying-it reaction made me eager to push boundaries with every cute waitress we meet. And in Las Vegas, there are plenty of those to go around.

"Another round of drinks, something light, and a quick check?" Ellen remarked smartly. Well played, Ellen.

"Well, then, let's get another round of drinks and some lettuce wraps. Babe, you want anything else from Ellen?" I asked Kim.

"What, no, I'm fine, thanks," Kim replied a bit distractedly. She looked up. "Thanks, Ellen, that's good advice." I guess Kim was paying attention after all.

As Ellen shuttled off, Kim turned to me. "You know, Roger, we haven't had a date like this in a while. It really takes me back when you flirt with waitresses in front of me. You know, like an asshole."

"Had I gone too far?" I wondered. "Is she really mad?" My eyes betrayed my confusion.

Suddenly, Kim burst out laughing. "Did I really have you? You're so gullible!" Kim's laughter was filled with self-satisfaction.

"You really did. I thought you were pissed." I was stunned. Subterfuge is not Kim's strong suit.

"Roger, you got blown by my sister and fucked my secretary in the ass. I think flirting with a cute waitress is not going to ruffle my feathers." Kim replied, perhaps a bit louder than was prudent.

"I suppose so, but you've been a bit awkward about things."

"I'm just working through it all. It was great in the moment, but not sure how I feel about it long term. Sometimes when I'm at work, though, I can't help but think about how hot it was when you were railing Rita's fat ass with your dick."

"It was memorable," I replied, understatement dripping from my voice.

"Yeah. Maybe we can do something again sometime, but I'd like to just keep it to me and you for now if that's all right."

"Fine by me," I say, but I'm secretly a little disappointed.

"But that doesn't mean we can't make our own fun," Kim replied, her fingers walking across the top of my right leg and onto my crotch. Kim began to rub me through my pants. "I don't want to do anything with anyone else right now. But we can fantasize about it." Kim bit her lip, looking at me for approval.

"Yes, that's a great idea," I confirmed. Kim looked relieved, and her lip biting went from nervous to sultry with the bat of an eye. Sensing we were in a safe place for Kim, I decided to take control over the situation. I turned to Kim and looked her directly in the eyes. I reached up and tilted her chin up with my left hand. "What color panties do you think Ellen is wearing?" I asked her, my eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh," she shuddered, her reaction a confirmation of what I already knew: Kim loves panties. "Mmmm, I don't know, Sir, what do you think?"

"Green bikinis, maybe?" I tease, letting the image linger in her mind. "Or blue boy shorts? Or maybe a pink thong like Katie..."

"She's such a little tease, Roger!" Kim suddenly interrupted at the sound of her sister's name. "I know you saw her pussy hanging out and..."

I decided to cut off her whining. "Do you think Ellen's pussy is hanging out?"

"Mmmm, yeah." Kim closed her eyes briefly, imagining Ellen's panties askew between her thighs.

Kim opened her eyes to Ellen walking over with our second round of drinks and our lettuce wraps. We both oogled her fairly openly; if she minded she didn't let on. I placed my hand high enough on Kim's thigh that I could feel the heat from her crotch. My fingers traced the inside of her thighs suggestively. Ellen could clearly see that I was roughly kneading Kim's thigh."Oookay," Ellen said, clearly responding to the obvious groping. "Can I get you two love birds anything else?"

"No," I say to Ellen while edging slightly higher up Kim's dress. "You've been exactly what we both needed today."

Ellen blushed, but batted her eyes in an almost flirty manner. "Thanks. I'll swing by in a bit."

Kim and I focused on eating; we're going to need the energy later. We finished fairly quickly and turned to sipping our drinks leisurely. "So, what panties is she wearing?" I asked Kim again.

"I think blue boy shorts, although I didn't see a panty line. She doesn't have the ass for anything else, and she seems like she likes to dress comfortably." Kim has clearly put some thought into this.

"Well, that answers that. So, Kim, what panties are you wearing?" I asked her pointedly.

"I think I have..."

"No," I interrupt her. "Show, don't tell."

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"Show, don't tell. Interpret that how you want."

Kim sat there, thinking for a moment. "Oh, I have an idea. I'll be right back."

Kim stands up and heads over to the ladies room. I pull out my phone, expecting to get a text message or snap at any moment. Nothing. Kim emerges from the ladies room and walks over, a little grin on her face.

"Did you get it?" She asks.

"No, nothing." I replied.

"That's weird. Let me see what happened." Kim sits down and looks at her phone. I catch a faint whiff of her womanly scent. "Here, hold this." She places her hand in my lap and pushes something onto my crotch.

I grab the gift, not sure what to expect. I feel the soft material of what I immediately surmise to be her panties against my fingers. I trace over them, feeling the soft, warm cotton. I come across a damp spot and feel the sticky, juicy mess that Kim left in her excitement.

"Well, you have to pull them out to see them, don't you?" Kim asks me.

I pull the panties up into the light, holding them just above table height over my lap. They're black thong panties. The crotch is clearly moist with her juices. I can smell her delicious scent in my nostrils, inflaming my desire and lowering my inhibitions.

Just as I was discovering Kim's wet panties between my fingers, Ellen sauntered over to clear our plates.

"Everything satisfactory?" She asked?

"Terrific," I replied. "Your recommendation was spot on. Now the question is what we do for dessert? Is there something here that you would recommend, or would we be better off heading out and finding our own?" My hand lazily rubbed Kim's panties, still in my hand, as I pretended to care about dessert.

"Well, I doubt you're going to be able to finish your dessert here. Whatever you do, I think you need to have it soon."

I held her gaze for a moment. "Perfect, then, I think we'll do that. Thanks, Ellen, you've been wonderful."

"I'll bring the check right over," she replied and quickly left. Maybe we'd been a little too much? Ellen was far from upset, but she didn't jump over the table and start to fuck us like she would have in a porn movie. Those movies are so unrealistic.

Ellen dropped off the check as I headed to the restroom. By the time I came back, Kim had already given Ellen her credit card. It's nice to have a girlfriend with a good job and an egalitarian outlook on life.

"Thanks for grabbing the check, babe."

"No problem. You got next."

"Done and done," I replied. "Speaking of, make sure you give Ellen a fat tip for not kicking us out when I had your panties in my hand."

"Oh, I thought it was your job to give her a fat tip, Sir?" Kim teased, but that "Sir" at the end told me she was very turned on right now.

"Settle down, my pet, we still have a movie to get through." I reminded her, taking her cue to take control of the situation again.

"We're still going?" Kim seemed surprised. "I thought we might head somewhere private, considering." Kim trailed off as I looked at her sternly. She cast her eyes down just slightly, but a little smile crept onto her face as she did. She really does like to be subservient.

"Of course we're going. We need the time to relax, to really have a nice date. And to anticipate." My implication was clear to Kim.

"Thank you, Sir," she said sweetly. "I like spending time with you again. Feels good."

"You have a terrific lady her, Sir," Ellen said to me, emphasizing the Sir, as she handed Kim her credit card and receipt. I have no idea how long she had been standing there. "You treat her right."

"Don't worry, I always take care of Kim," I flirted back. "She's a very satisfied lady."

"Good to know. Well, I hope to see you both again really soon. I'm here Tuesday through Saturday, usually, starting around lunch." That's clear enough, I suppose, or at least clearly keeping the possibility of pushing Kim's boundaries more alive.

Kim and I headed out of the pub to the nearby movie theater. She leaned on my arm as she walked, ever so tipsy from her drinks. She clutched at my arm, her hand gripping tightly. We popped in to see some action flick, I think one of the Bourne movies. Not too bad, but not as good as the original trilogy.

During the movie, I occasionally teased Kim around her nipples, running a rough hand over her dress. Her nipples were hard and protruding through her bra and sweater dress. Kim was very aware of her lack of panties, squeezing her thighs together and relaxing them in a slow, sensual beat. About halfway through the movie, I instructed her to insert two fingers inside her sopping pussy. When she pulled them out, glistening in the glow of the screen, she looked at me patiently.

"Lick," I commanded. Kim obeyed, tasting her juices and writhing with pent up pleasure. "Now sit still and watch the rest of the movie," I told her. She looked less than enthused, but eventually faced forward and took in the rest of the flick.

We arrived home as evening set in. Katie was nowhere to be seen. I grabbed Kim's arm and pushed her roughly forward into the living room, stopping a few feet in front of the couch. I pushed Kim's top half forward, her hands grabbing the couch with her head slightly lower than her ass. Her legs and arms were set wide, and her dress was barely covering her round bottom.

"You've been a very bad girl," I admonished. When I said "bad," Kim let out a little moan. "Bad girls get punished. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?"

"No, Sir, I've been such a good girl! I did everything you asked," Kim practically begged.

"Oh, like what?" I asked, indulging her to see where she was going.

"Well, for one thing, I asked Ellen what color panties she was wearing," Kim revealed. "Boy shorts, but purple ones. She said they had a little lace at the top." I imagined Ellen's cute ass in front of me, her purple panties pulled taut against her vulva.

"You have been a good girl," I commended her. Kim looked back at me over her shoulder, a pleased look in her eyes. "Good girls don't get punished. They get rewarded. What would you like as your reward?"

"I want you to eat my slutty little pussy, Sir! I want you to taste my delicious cum and then pound my cunt like the little slut that I am!"

Well, then. "As you wish, my pet." I got on my knees behind Kim, my face level with her ass. I leaned in to place a kiss/bite on her left butt cheek, the soft material of her dress all that was keeping me from her hot flesh. I pulled the hem of her dress up slowly. Kim's butt jiggled just a bit as the hem slipped over the bottom of her ass cheeks.

As I finished sliding Kim's dress up over her waist, I took a moment to admire Kim's fantastic derriere and pussy, as I had a hundred times before. Her ass looked like a plump apple at the top, splitting to reveal a cute little pink asshole. Kim's womanly labia were glistening with excitement, and the lips naturally split slightly to reveal her pink little hole. Her clit was clearly visible and hard like a pencil eraser.

Kim reached back around her ass with both hands and pulled her cheeks and lips apart lewdly. Her pussy juice was pooling near the top of her pussy and starting to drip down into a long strand. "Please eat my cunt, Sir," Kim begged. "Please."

I scooped up the strand of pussy juice with my tongue, savoring her taste as I ran my tongue from her clit to her asshole. "Oh, fuck," she moaned as I made first contact. I wasted no time with the teasing that I normally give her pussy, both for her pleasure and mine. Instead, I tongue fucked her pink box, my mouth sucking in her pussy lips and tasting her nectar.

As I aggressively made out with Kim's pussy, I smacked her right ass cheek with my right hand with a big whack. Kim yelped and pulled away for a split second before pushing back and practically assaulting my mouth with her juicy cunt. I spanked her 9 more times, alternating sides, with each smack resulting in a combined yelp and moan from Kim.

Sensing she could not take anymore, I finally moved to her clit. I flicked my tongue over her button, teasing it like I knew she liked. My nose was practically buried in Kim's pussy as she pushed back onto my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth, alternating flicking it with my tongue and gently grazing my teeth over and past the end.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Kim yelled. I continued to suck on her clit as I felt her pussy leak her cum all over my face. I lapped it up feverishly, shifting to put my mouth over her opening and getting as much of her cum as I could lap up. Kim started to shudder, her orgasm subsiding even as she continued to leak her girl juices on my face. Finally she could take no more and pushed my head away gently but firmly.

"That was amazing," Kim panted, clearly spent.

"Come here," I ordered, grabbing the back of her head by her hair and firmly pulling her to a standing position. "Taste how good your pussy juice is," I commanded, my tongue pushing into her mouth. Kim was an eager taster, exploring my mouth and getting every drop she could from my face.

"Mmmm, I love how I taste. But now you owe me a fucking pounding. Fuck me like a dirty little whore." Even after an intense orgasm, Kim was still raring to go.

I pushed Kim onto the couch on her back. I pulled up her left leg, which was against the back of the couch, and placed her heel on my shoulder as I moved in between her thighs. I traced the tip of my cock over her pussy lips, mashing it into her clit and then back down by her opening.

"Fuck me like a whore, Roger, fuck mwhooooaaaa!" Kim's words were cut off as I plunged my full length into her with a forceful thrust. Her velvety pussy squeezed my cock as I fucked her deep and swiftly, each thrust ending with me buried inside her. I placed my left hand over her throat and applied a little bit of pressure. Kim only moaned harder with each thrust.

"You love to get deep dicked, don't you my little slut?"

"Mmmm, yes, fuck me deep, Sir!"

"You love when I treat you like my little fucktoy, don't you, Kim?"

"Oh, yeah, use me, Sir! Use me as your fuckhole."

I continued to pound Kim's hungry little cunt hard for several minutes. As I lightly choked Kim in a pseudo-missionary position, I noticed Katie's pillow perched just behind Kim's head and against the arm of the couch. Mischief crossed my mind.

"Get up, slut, and bend over the end of the couch." Kim started to move to the wrong side, but I grabbed her arm and quickly corrected her. "Over there, slut. Bend over and spread your pussy for me."

Kim quickly obeyed. She was draped over the end of the couch, her hands spreading her pussy wide open. Her hair sprawled on the couch cushions, and her tits, still in her dress, were on Katie's pillow. Perfect.

I started to fuck Kim from behind with deep, slow strokes. I talked dirty to her, ensuring her that she was being such a good little fucktoy. The dirtier I talked, the more it turned Kim on. I decided to push her boundaries.

"You wish I was fucking Ellen, don't you my pet?" Kim drew in her breath sharply and did not reply. I pulled almost all the way out, my tip just barely inside her, and repeated myself slowly, emphasizing each word. "Don't you, my little slut?"

Kim hesitated again, but after a long beat responded. "Yes, Sir, I wish you were fucking Ellen."

"Good," I praised her, starting my thrusts again. "Now come for me as I fuck Ellen's tight little pussy. Come all over my cock like you want Ellen to do."

Kim reached down between her legs and began to work on her clit. I picked up my pace, making sure to feel my pelvis thrusting against her hand with every cycle. I leaned down over Kim, my head perched just above and behind hers. I grabbed the back of Kim's hair and gently but firmly pulled her head back. "Come for me, my little slut. Come for me, Ellen." I whispered in her ear.

Kim's hand increased her pace, and as I felt her second orgasm kick in I cheered her on. "Come for me, Ellen, come all over my cock!" Kim's pussy contracted, squeezing my dick as she shuddered in excitement. I felt the consistency of her wetness change a bit, and her cum was clearly leaking out of her and onto my balls.

"Oh yeah, fuck Ellen, baby! Fuck Ellen's cunt. Cum inside that slutty little waitress!" Kim was clearly turned on by this fantasy. I felt my balls tighten, and as I began to cum I pictured Ellen underneath me, her big eyes wide and her pink-streaked hair wet with sweat. I shot rope after hot rope into Ellen/Kim, overflowing her already sopping wet pussy and leaking all over both of us.

Almost as soon as I was done cumming, Kim pulled off of me. She rolled over on the couch, opened her mouth wide, and began licking and sucking my cock. The combination of my cum and her pussy juice was like cat nip for Kim. She licked up every drop she could get her mouth on.

"Kim," I said gently. She looked up at me, her lips covered in our combined cum and her expression relaxed and satisfied. "Kim," I repeated, "lick Ellen's cum off of my cock like the little slut that you are." That was exactly what Kim wanted to hear, and she eagerly continued her task of cleaning up our mess.

We straightened up a little bit, including making a half-measure of cleaning up what had dripped out of Kim's pussy as she was cleaning up my dick, and headed off to the bedroom. It was going to be a long night of fun for us.

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I got up at about 8 am the next morning. Katie was already awake, a cup of coffee in her hands as she watched some Netflix show on the couch. "Morning," she greeted me. "There's coffee for you in the pot."

I grunted and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee and a glass of water. I was so dehydrated I could barely swallow.

"Looks like you and my sister had some fun yesterday. Maybe even had some fun on the couch? I sleep there, you know?" Katie seemed a bit peeved.

"What gives you that idea?" I asked.

"Well, for one thing, the cum stain on the blanket is a dead giveaway. And my pillow smells like sex. But other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?"

"Fine, you got us. Sorry, but we had been teasing for hours and we didn't make it very far." I admitted.

"Oh, I noticed. Just please remember to clean up after yourselves."

"I thought you might have liked the smell of sex on your bed," I teased her.

"I do, to a point, but it's very distracting when you're trying to sleep."

"Fair enough, Katie. We'll do better next time."

"Speaking of next time, is it going to involve an 'Ellen?' Who is Ellen, by the way?" Katie had clearly gotten home for our second round. Let's just say there was a lot of role play involved, and Ellen was the subject.

"No, Kim's still firmly in fantasy only territory, and she won't let me fuck anyone else. But the fantasies are great."

Katie fished something out from the couch next to her and tossed it at me. "Well, then, maybe these can help change her mind."

I held up my prize, a pair of blue cotton thong panties that had clearly been worn. The crotch was white with girl juice, and the scent was unlike anything I'd ever smelled before. Like cinnamon, but the sex version of that spice, if that makes sense.

"They're Amber's," Katie told me. "Good luck!" Time to put this plan into place.