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Subject: {ASSM} 18JUL04 -- ME AND MY SISTER, THE STRIPPER (PART 2)
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Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 05:10:01 -0500
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{MF; tease; oral; vaginal; anal.}

   Me and My Sister, the Stripper (Part 2)

   Thursday night.

   The club was closed for repair and improvement; so, I went to a strip
joint across town.

   And, I discovered the woman I once believed to be my biological sister
dancing on the stage.  A private meeting was arranged...  in a dressing
room back stage I fucked her throat and blew my load on her face.  I hadn't
seen her since the year of her 18th birthday, three years before that she
gave me her virginity.  After our `meeting' earlier, she invited me to
"stay" and "come home" with her.

   "Of course," I replied, as she exited the sparse dressing room, naked as
a jay bird.  Gawd!  She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen...
can't look at her without getting aroused!  She's a marvelous creature. 
Her tits and overall form are big and firm.  But for scant difference, we
are the same height and width.  Though she has no need of a cane and she's
certainly more agile and strong than me.

   I watched her dress for a few moments before I realized another stripper
was in the back stage lounge area.  Where Karen (my sister, though not
really) was dressing at a vanity table to the left of the stage entrance,
the other stripper was laying topless on the large sofa, perpendicular to
my position.  When she sat up, she glanced my way.  And, to Karen, "Friend
of yours?"

   "Huh?" Karen turned from the mirror, "Oh?!  Yeah.  Frank," pointing to
me, "Violet," then her.  And, back to her mirror.  I noticed Karen's skin
glistened, as if she'd applied baby oil to it.  She finished applying
powder and paint to her face then stood, stepping back.  From a drawer
under the right side of the table she drew out a olive colored bikini. 
And, from the locker to the left of the table she took a matching outfit;
bicycle pants and short jacket.

   My sister dressed, mechanically, it seemed to me.  Then she brushed out
her luxuriously long [and gloriously soft] auburn hair.  Reaching fro a
spray bottle on the vanity table, she turned toward me, "Come here." I did.
As I neared her, she began spritzing her hair with the liquid from the
bottle.  I can't be certain what the concoction was; however, it appeared
to be oil, water and glitter...  her hair certainly seemed shiny and wet!

   "Yes?" I said, standing at arm's length now.  Over my left shoulder I
felt the envious curiosity of `Violet' boring through me.  Karen kissed my
cheek, then applied a ruby gloss to her lips and, "I would let you wait
back here but I don't know what the boss would say; so -" "- it's best if I
wait out front." "Yeah, you could.., or, I was thinking, I could give you
my key...." "Are you sure?" "About which.., the key or fucking you, waking
up in your arms again." "Well, yeah.., both those." "Yeah, I'm ABSOLOOTLEE
shure."

   My sister reached into her locker again.  From the shelf, she plied
through a stack of caps, taking the olive green cap out, setting it on the
table.  Then, she took a pair of black moccasins from the locker floor and,
one at a time, put them on her feet.  Once her feet were adorned, she
opened a small box on the locker floor and took from it a set of keys on a
simple purple key ring.

   "Here," she stated, turning from the locker as, with her left hand, she
slammed it shut, leaving the padlock open; and, with her right, presented
the key ring to me.  I took it, observing five keys and [encased in
plastic] a photo of a young boy hanging on it.  "That's Nicholas," she
stated, indicating the picture.  She stood inches away from me, smiling
broadly.

   "He's eight.  That's why I'm here.  Mom usually drives down - I live in
Florida now - to pick him up.  But, she wasn't up for the drive this year
and I didn't want him flying alone; so, I brought him.  And, I figured,
`what the hell, long as I'm here...." "I understand.  So, you're married?"
"Hah!  No.  We came close.., but, I wasn't comfortable being dependant on a
blue collar guy, laid off more weeks than he worked.  And, though we met at
the strip club where I work in Florida, he wasn't comfortable with me
working."

   Just then two `girls' entered from the stage entrance.  Two pretty [but
damn thin] `girls' descended the left side of the stairs, single file from
the landing.  Earlier I had observed this stage entrance from a distance,
an oval opening, a short flight of stairs bisected by a metal railing, the
landing at the top of the stairs and beyond it a thick, large, black drape,
curtain.  Only now, standing this close, did I notice a passage to te left
of the dark curtain.  Beyond the curtain was the performance stage; so, I
presumed the passage led off stage and around to the customer floor.

   The girls descended, smiling, gazing at me.  "Amber, Grace," my sister
introduced, "this is Frank.., not really my brother." Karen and I giggled.
From the performance area, the music died and the DJ's voice beckoned,
"Give it up for Charisma!" A chocolate beauty penetrated the dark veil
backward, bowing slightly, clutching a bundle of wadded dollars.  "Now,"
the DJ announced...  "Oh," my sister started, "gotta go," climbing the
stairs quickly, "lock up for me." "..  bask in the delight of ROOBEE!"

   I examined the key ring, discerning the appropriate assignment for each
key.  These keys were clearly copies but their shapes were distinctive: a
GM auto key; a GM auto door key; a locked box key; two door keys.  I
reasoned the door key colored differently than the others was used to open
the door to her motel room.  The number 213 seemed to prove me correct. 
The last key, the size and shape common, obviously would be used to open
the door to the trailer in which she lived in Florida.

   I took the motel room key from the key ring then went to Karen's locker.
And, I placed the key ring back into the box on the locker floor.  Being
familiar with the county, I knew only one motel had a second level....

   When Karen returned to The Lodge at the Airport, I'd be waiting for her
in Room 213.

   A few hours after I'd arrived in Room 213, Karen came.  Awaiting her
arrival, I took the time to shower and undress...  and prime myself with
erotic thought.

   She arrived wearing baggy sweat pants, loose t-shirt and ragged
sneakers. Her hair was as disheveled as the rest of her appearance;
likewise, her face had a very uncomely countenance.  "Hi" she drawled. 
"Hi, back," I replied, rising from the bed wearing nothing but my
undershorts.  "You alright," I asked her.  "Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Just tired. 
You'd be surprised how wreaked you can get taking your clothes off...."

   She kissed my cheek and proceeded directly into the bathroom, dropping
her bag on the floor along the way.

   After a few moments I heard water streaming in the shower...  the toilet
flushed...  water splashed about...  and echoes of movement in the
shower....

   Then, she exited the bathroom...  naked and glorious!

   "Hah!" she exclaimed, "Still get you don't I?" noticing the lump which
had grown immediately upon her appearance from the bathroom.  My face
flushed with heat.  My heart raced.  She hadn't come near me and yet my
cock head was swelled and protruding from my shorts!

   She walked to the edge of the bed, slowly, sha-shaying, teasing me. 
Karen licked her lips, darting her eyes from the swelled cock in my
undershorts to my unblinking eyes glued to her naked form.

   At the bedside she knelt, drew my undershorts off...  "Yummie," she
cooed, engulfing my rigid prick in her sweet mouth.  Her tongue ran over
the length and around the breadth of my dick before she glued her lips to
the masthead, holding it by the rim as her tongue plied across it like
licking scooped ice cream.  Deftly, she stroked my member while she
licked....

   "OH!  Shit!" I cried.  "Damm...!" As I shot my load she swallowed my
shaft, taking it's cream too!  Every inch of my wood and every drop of my
seed was taken eagerly, appreciatively....

   Releasing my cock from her mouth, licking her lips as she smiled, my
`sister' climbed onto the bed and lay beside me.  She draped her arm over
my chest, slipping a leg between mine, as she lay on her side.  I turned,
kissed her lips and drew my left hand over to cup her tit.

   We shifted ourselves, kissing, caressing, fondling, coming together,
face-to-face, on our sides.

   Her legs spread.  I could smell the sweet flower between them.  It drew
me forward, a wondrous hole pulling everything inside it.  We were eager.
We spoke not a word.  My stamen parted her petals...  slowly...  deeply...
completely.  Her womanhood was warm, wet and welcoming.  We were locked
together.  The intercourse was certain, rhythmic, pleasing and unhurried.

   In short time, I rolled us over, with me looking up into her eyes.  My
hands attentively fondled her marvelous melons...  then my mouth tasted
them, like treats.  Still we made not a sound...  or perhaps I was too
enraptured to hear....

   Her lips were on mine, tongue penetrating, twining with mine.  My hands
roamed from her tits to her ass, tickling her crack, tickling her spine. 
"So," she moaned, "NIsse.YeSs.Don't Stop." Karen ground her mound on my
pole.  Her wetness made our pelvises slick...  slippery....

   With her orgasm I held her to me, keeping her from slipping off my grown
manhood.

   Sweat beaded our chests and matted our hair.  I ran my fingers through
hers as her body shook with the ebb of her flood.  I rolled us over again,
on top now.  Slightly I lifted myself, her hips arched and she wrapped her
legs around my waist.  "Get it in me," she groaned, "please, keep it in. 
Fuck me." "Yeah.  You want it.  Want me to cum in your cunt?" "OH YES! 
Please, Fuck'N Fill My Womb!"

   Thrust.  DEEP.  Out.  SLOW.  In.  POUND.  Wait.  SQUEEZE.

   I thrust my dick into her.  Deeply, I stuck my engorged member up her
vaginal tunnel.  Then, I drew it out...  slowly...  only to push inside her
once again...  slowly.  Then, I pounded against her pelvis, quick and hard.
To, wait inside her, throbbing, hard, desperate to prolong the pleasure. 
Karen squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles, pussy walls grabbed my
prick like an undertow...  "FUCK!" she cried with another orgasm.

   As her throes ended, I pulled out of her and rolled onto my back.  My
penis stuck straight-up from my pelvis, throbbing red shaft, swollen purple
head...  twitching with need to release.  Sheer, desperate will held my
shot back.  My `sister' cuddled up to me...  "What're you waiting for?" she
asked.  "Your," I hushed, "ass."

   Karen got onto her hands and knees, her ass directed toward my face. 
She reached back with her right hand, directing the index finger to her
extended asshole.  Sweat coated her backside.  Her rectal ring was wet with
it.  Karen easily slipped her index finger inside her rectum, to the last
knuckle; then, followed with her middle finger...  and twisted the two
about inside her ass!

   She brought her fingers out, slipping easily from the cavern.  A sound
like skipping stones on a still pond, escaped the cavity with her fingers.
"Should be enough," she spoke, moving into position, climbing over me,
turning, sliding her rectal hole over my engorged meat!

   Karen, with my dick fully imbedded in her ass, leaned back, straddling
me, crab like, faced away from me.  Slowly, she lowered her back to my
chest, never ceasing the flexion and release of her ass muscle, squeezing
my dick rather than riding it.

   Once she was comfortably laying on me, she flexed her pelvis slightly,
"Fuck my ass, Frank.  Go ON.  Fuck My Damn Ass!" I thrust my cock upward,
her flexion had drawn her hole from my stick, leaving nothing my the head
inside her.  I slammed my dick into her ass, balls slapping at her round
bottom.  I squeezed her boobs, tweaking the nipples.

   Karen's right hand lay across her belly.  But, her left hand moved
lower, penetrating her pussy!

   While I fucked her ass with my steel she fucked her own pussy with her
digits!

   "Gawd!  Wad a fuckin ass!  So suhweet!" I declared.

   "Great damn dick you've got bro!  Give it to me now.  That's it," she
spouted, "pound my fuckin ass.  GIVe IT To ME."

   "Oh!  Karen!  Shit.., I'm Gonna -" "Yeah!  Do IT!  CUM, BayBee!  Shoot
it in my fucking ass!"

   Semen shot from my engorged cock with such force my cock was expelled
from her rectum...  still shooting spunk!

   My cock spent, dwindling, her asshole spilling my seed like a brook,
Karen rolled herself over.  A pool of cum let rivers in several directions
from her fabulous belly.  Atop me, she kissed me and ground her belly on
mine, sharing the paint.  With my belly now sticky with my own cum, my
`sister' rolled off of me.

   We admired one another with loving eyes.

   A river of spunk ran from and over a pool in her belly button, matting
her trim pussy hair...  flowing slowly toward those still swelled lips...
she guided that river with her finger...  pushing the cum inside her
vagina...  smiling warmly at me.

   I drew the bed sheet over our cooling bodies, kissing her lips softly.
She rolled toward me as I rolled to my side facing her.  Karen draped an
arm and a leg over me, drawing us together to sleep.  18 July 2004
FrankW265

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