A New Dance for Misty

Quickly closing the door behind her, Misty kicked off her shoes and started the process of getting undressed. Undoing her belt buckle, she quickly loosened the hold of her jeans before sliding them down to the floor. Pulling her white tank top over her head, she slowed to ensure that she didn't mess with the bun her hair was perfectly knotted in.

The black maned woman had the body of a dancer, because she was in fact, a dancer. Well, an unemployed dancer at the moment, so maybe that would be a more appropriate descriptor. The tall and skinny woman, built and toned from top to bottom, caught a glimpse of herself in the corner mirror. The relic from her younger years, left behind after she left for school, reflected back at her the appearance she had always dreamt of. She worked hard for her body and she was proud of it. Meandering over to the mirror, she paused and assessed herself, sucking in a non-existent belly as she placed her hands atop her still-covered breasts, posing as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

Suddenly remembering the purpose of stripping down, Misty reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. Struggling to stay focused, she was distracted again, focusing on her breasts as they became exposed in the mirror. Of all her features, she loved her breasts the most. The perky handfuls stood proudly at attention; a bra rarely needed unless it fit the outfit. Tossing said bra to the floor, she gave both of her nipples a quick pinch and spun around, looking over her shoulder at the mirror again as she shook her barely there, thong-covered ass.

With a running start, she leaped on to the bed and immediately reached into the nightstand feverishly, remembering once again that she didn't have a lot of time.

Her parents had left for the grocery store just a few minutes ago, so the house was going to be quiet for the foreseeable future. Add in the fact that her stepsister was away at school for her final semester, and Misty had the house to herself, a little privacy for what felt like the first time in ages.

Not thrilled about moving home after turning 30, the travelling off-Broadway show she was working for had run out of money, leaving Misty and her co-workers out of luck and out of housing. Outside of her destroyed personal and professional life though, she didn't really have any complaints about how things were going. She had a big bed, plenty of food, and all the hot water she could want. It was a sweet set up.

Well, outside of the fact that she hadn't had a good orgasm in months. The boys in her hometown were all still exactly that, with the local bars full of underachieving homers who lucked out and got a big house for cheap. Not that she was jealous or anything, she was just disappointed that none of them had grown up to be manly men. It left her lonely, fantasizing about her previous adventures and relying on toys to take care of business. And here she was, alone in the house and seeing it as an opportunity to take care of said business, fuck herself while being as loud as she could be.

Rummaging through the drawer, Misty found what she was looking for in the nightstand, pulling out a dildo that resembled a regular penis, albeit a very large regular penis. Taking the toy in both of her hands, she licked the tip slowly before sucking on the tip, picking up pace as she squeezed the pretend shaft in her hands. Closing her eyes, she dreamt it was real, teasing it like she would a man, playfully slapping it on her cheek and giggling after the contact. She inhaled the silicone odor, imagining the plastic was the just the odd musk of a recently sweaty man. Maybe after a work out? Maybe after a dance?

Recalling some of her former partners, or former co-workers in some situations, Misty began to shimmy a bit in the bed, writhing in place as she sucked on the toy. Her imagination wandered, dreaming of being whisked off her feet, a tired cliché but still sexy to a modern dancer. As her brain leapt through the air, twirling in its own realm of fantasy, she traced the tip of her toy along the skin on her chest, prompting goosebumps to spread as she explored her body.

Rubbing her toy on the skin of her chest, she paused at her breasts, circling her petite nipples that sat proudly upon her tits. While she had always longed for a larger pair, perhaps something similar to her voluptuous stepsister, Misty reveled in the sensitivity of their touch. Not wanting to linger, as she knew her freedom was ticking away, she sped up her process and brought the phallic toy immediately to her crotch.

Tracing it across the outer lips of her pussy, her juices began to gather in anticipation of finally finding release. Sliding it inside of herself easily, Misty pushed it inside as far as possible, holding the base firmly with one hand as she got a good grip on the toy with the other, preparing to fuck herself madly.

And fuck herself she did. First, laying on her back, she hammered away at her dripping snatch, imagining the toy was a dancer from her fantasies. Enjoying the sensation, Misty began to moan, inserting the occasional gasp among the queefs escaping her loosening pussy. Sliding the toy in and out, she began feeling the pleasure build, but was afraid that she might not be moving fast enough. Not feeling like wasting any time, she flipped over to her hands and knees, lowering the upper half of her body down to the bed quickly, freeing up her hands for other purposes.

With the dildo dripping her juices, she reinserted the toy to its deepest depth, thrusting it in and out slowly before picking up steam. Misty then used her other hand to play with her clit, the circular motion she began with quickly turning into a rapid rubbing and tapping. This was the angle she needed she thought to herself, giving herself the fucking that she so desperately needed. As her release finally began to approach her, she suddenly felt like she was being watched.

Stopping for a moment, she paused and listened for sounds. A door opening, a car closing, anything that might asway her fears. Flipping over, the dildo still lodged in her pussy, she was surprised by a familiar voice before she could even see who it was.

"Well shit Brendan, look at what we have here."

Catching Misty at her sluttiest was a soft voice that she knew all too well. Standing in the doorway, with who Misty assumed was a boyfriend, was her younger stepsister Joanne. The petite woman was almost a decade Misty's junior, much smarter but not nearly as fit as her older stepsibling. The two had gotten drunk one night and made out a few years back, an experience that still made Misty masturbate. She found Joanne beautiful, she just suffered from being short, the size of her assets more appropriate for someone taller perhaps.

Silence overtook the room as Misty wondered what to do about the toy in her pussy. Squeezing her kugel muscles a bit, she pushed the toy out, it falling to the floor with a thud. At this point, she was desperate for an orgasm and honestly didn't care who witnessed or helped. She was unexpectedly interrupted by that soft voice again.

"Look at you, dirty girl," Joanne surprised the naked Misty, teasing her a bit about the situation. "Want some company?"

This second part caught Misty completely off guard, her wondering if Joanne still fantasized about that night as well. Actually, fucking Joanne had always been one of Misty's taboo thoughts, an idea ever-present at the back of her mind. Would she really be ok with that? Would it be weird after? She started to panic a bit and began to experience the brain scramblies.

As she struggled with how to proceed, she noticed a stirring in the boyfriend's pants. It wasn't so much his crotch, however, as much as it was his upper leg. He was packing, Misty thought to herself. And she had always found her stepsister to be cute.

"Sure, get naked," Misty surprised her stepsister back, the boyfriend not waiting for any further invitation. Seeing him begin to undress with such vigor prompted a tinge of jealousy in Joanne, before she herself remembered what her newest boytoy was packing.

The two had met a few nights prior playing pool by the university; Brendan had lost a close game against one of Joanne's friends and with it, a bet. Standing at the table, he pulled down his zipper as a handful of people gathered around. Seeming a bit odd to Joanne, she leaned in and was amazed at what he revealed. A massive cock that left her jaw on the floor. Joanne and her friend took him home that night, sharing him back and forth. It was so big it hurt. Truth be told she was still walking with a limp.

"I'll just watch you two for now," Joanne smiled. "This is Brendan by the way. Brendan, my slutty older sister Misty."

"Hi Brendan," Misty replied, as Brendan took off his shirt. Honestly, she was a bit disappointed that Joanne wasn't joining, but still optimistic at achieving an orgasm. "People think we're closer in age. But blonde AND muscular, just how I like my men."

Reaching out her hands, she lustfully scrambled to the foot of the bed on her knees, grabbing for Brendan as he approached. Once he was close enough, she began rubbing her hands along his bare chest, grabbing ahold of his nipples and giving each a twist. Feeling the sharp twinge, he merely inhaled through his nose and gave her a wink. Dropping his shirt to the floor and standing there smiling, he remained calm and collect, arms by his sides as she squeezed harder.

Misty leaned in and smelled his neck, kissing him lightly as her hands released his nubs and extended down along his body. Sliding her fingers along his waist, she tugged firmly on his pants. With his jeans unzipped, her access was now only limited by a soft pair of silk underwear. As her hands met the sensual material, the cool cloth made her feel a sudden rush of heat amongst her insides.

"Are you sure you don't mind sharing?" Misty asked her sister, peaking over at Joanne as she joined the party on the large, king-sized bed.

"By all means," Joanne smiled, leaning back against Misty's pillows on the headboard and putting her feet up on the bed, shoes and all.

Ignoring her sister's sisterly faux pas, Misty returned her focus to Brendan, tugging the man's underwear down. She smiled a wild grin as Brendan's massive, and still growing, member bounced free, dancing back and forth a mere inch from her face. The monstrosity easily outdid the size of her toy, the long-forgotten dildo still probably wet from her juices and now most likely covered in dust from its trip to the floor. Forgetting the toy, she longed for her newest plaything.

Misty licked her lips and opened her mouth wide, practically attempting to unhinge her jaw amid engulfing his member. The beast was now approaching full girth, the cock now dwarfing anything that Misty had experienced in her previous escapades. Still holding his underwear for balance, Misty bobbed her head up and down lewdly, slobbering the head of the first cock she had seen in months. It tasted just as she remembered, the musky flavor a longed-for aroma in her regular, not wildest, dreams.

As Brendan's cock finally reached peak mass, Misty released her hands from his waistband, taking ownership of her reward. Using both hands, she enveloped the throbbing erection, squeezing along with the pulse she could see as the first drip of precum escaped his slit. Lunging for this magic nectar, she sucked it from his tip before taking the first third of his cock entirely into her mouth.

As the first few inches found their way deeper, Misty let out a moan out of her overstuffed mouth, her now firmly holding the base with both of her hands. Doing her best to hold Brendan's shaft in place, she pushed her head down further, drool now escaping the corners of her mouth as she slobbered away. Finally freeing her left hand from its job, she fondled the man's balls a bit, squeezing while, gently caressing his curlier hairs as they brushed against her fingers.

"Touch your pussy while you suck my cock," Brendan finally spoke, his first words then bolstered by further instructions. "Keep rubbing my balls. And don't cum yet!"

Misty liked being told what to do.

And Joanne liked to see it happen. Sitting quietly on the bed, enjoying the show, she had freed her breasts from her top and was toying slowly with her nipples. The blonde stepsister found herself quite turned on at the way Brendan was treating Misty. Unzipping her fly, she reached down into her pants and starting playing with her own pussy.

Misty, taking her other hand from Brendan's magical member now, reached down between her legs to find that per pussy was even wetter than before. After giving herself a rough fucking with that dildo earlier, the arrival of her two new partners was like a gift from above. Not wanting to disappoint, she slapped her pussy loudly a few times, sending sparks of pleasure shimmering throughout her body. Spreading her lips with two fingers the best she could, Misty inserted her finger inside herself for the first time that day, enjoying the feeling of her hot and moist insides.

As she began to finger her pussy, first with one finger, then with two; she continued to squeeze Brendan's balls as his cock began forcing itself into her throat. Eager to please this man that she had just met, Misty did her best to choke it down, attempting to swallow every time he poked the uvula in the back. Something that he was now doing repeated as he began to feverishly fuck her face, enjoying the sight of Joanne's older sister masturbating on display. Brendan grabbed ahold of her still perfectly stylized ponytail, pulling her head towards him as he thrust his cock as deep into her throat as he possibly could.

Coughing around the dick embedded in her mouth, now foraging deeper and deeper into her esophagus, Misty felt her first orgasm begin to wash over her as Brendan continued pounding her face. With two fingers in her pussy, Misty had maneuvered her hand so she was hitting her clit with her thumb each time she plunged her fingers into her now dripping snatch. Moaning louder and louder, Misty thought fuck it and began to focus on reaching her goal. As her fingers pushed her closer and closer to climax, she was surprised by a pair of hands grabbing her head.

"He didn't say you could cum yet," Joanne shrieked, grabbing her sister and slapping her playfully on the ass. "He's not done yet!"

This caught everyone off guard, including Brendan, but he quickly realized he was a big fan. He liked this side of Joanne a lot and appreciated that some of her more exciting habits seemed to run in the family, even if they WERE only stepsisters. Joanne could suck dick, take his dick, and here she was serving up her stepsister like it was nothing more than a roast beef sandwich.

"Yeah baby, you tell her," Brendan egged Joanne on. "Better yet, you do it. Make her cum."

Joanne required no further encouragement, reaching her hand down to Misty's pussy and grabbing it firmly before giving it a rough slap around Misty's fingers. Pushing Misty's hand from its grip on her own pussy, Joanne quickly filled the void, finger fucking her stepsister with a wonton passion. Misty started shaking, now eagerly moaning for release on her hands and knees, mouth still full of Brendan's engorged flesh.

As Joanne brought Misty closer and closer, Brendan reached down for one of Misty's breasts as he kept his dick buried deep in her mouth. He pinched it tightly, reciprocating the mix of pain and pleasure that Misty treated him to when they started. This proved too much for Misty, her legs kicking out from beneath her as she flopping into a pool. She wasn't going to cum until instructed, her continuously shaking at all the attention, her body getting hotter and hotter, flush with fire as her orgasm built to its apex.

"Cum now," Joanne yelled. "Cum for us."

Grinding back on her sister's hand, kicking her legs like she was trying to swim from a shark, Misty's release washed over. Brendan stepped back, removing his dick from the occasion as Misty shivered in orgasmic bliss. Her moans filled the house, pleasure echoing through the walls as she achieved the sensation that she'd been seeking. As a warmth continued cascading down her body, Joanne felt it resonate on her fingers before loosening her grip. Still not relenting completely, Joanne continued to massage the hot pussy, waiting for Brendan's next instruction as Misty began coming down from her orgasm.

"That was hot," Brendan smiled, standing naked with Misty's drool still covering his massive prick. "I think she's ready for me babe, what do you think?"

"Only one way to find out," Joanne replied back, pulling her hand from Misty's snatch and giving her a firm slap on the ass. Beginning to undress herself now with the two planning the best way to fuck their prey, Joanne was eager to get involved more. "On your back slut!"

Following instruction, as she was eager to accept her guest, Misty flopped back on the bed, spreading her legs and rocking back so that her ass was in the air. Showing off her flexibility, she grabbed hold of her ankles and held the position, staring at the couple impressively watching her pose and drooling over the sight of her red and swollen lips.

"Ugh, you're so sexy," Joanne complimented Misty, a twinge of jealousy hitting her as Brendan climbed between Misty's legs. "I'm jealous."

"No," Misty comforted her sibling, adjusting her tips to help Brendan line up his tool. "I'm just skinny and bony. Your breasts honey, they make ME so jealous."

As the two women bonded, Brendan licked his fingers and rubbed some spit onto the tip of his cock. With the leftover saliva from its sucking, and the perpetual leaky faucet style drip of precum from its source, he quickly lubed himself up and took his place at Misty's hot, dripping snatch.

"Really?" Joanne continued to chat, seemingly doubting her sister's words despite the close position they currently found themselves in. Still standing next to the bed, but now completely nude, Joanne walked towards Misty's face, gently pulling some of the hair to the side and tucking it back behind her ear.

"Really," Misty smiled back, looking into Joanne's eyes as she released one of her ankles, extending her hand to her sister.

"Aw, I love you," Joanne warmly smiled back.

"I love you too Joanne."

"Now hold tight, it's going to hurt like hell."

"I don't know about tha-," Misty tried to add before Brendan thrusted towards her at blurred speed.

Brendan buried his cock fully in Misty's hot and tight, albeit formerly tighter, pussy, their crotches slapping against each other like the clapping of hands. The thunderous noise matched her moans from earlier, the trio grateful that they were still alone in the house.

"OH FUCK," Misty screamed, the soft warmth of Joanne's love turning into the hard fire of Brendan's pummel. Letting go of her ankle, and her sister, she wrapped her arms around Brendan, squeezing him tight as she smelled him the same way she smelled the toy earlier. This was the real deal, a truly musky man. Not that bullshit scent from earlier.

As Brendan fucked Misty, Joanne stood next to the bed, playing with her pussy as she toyed with Misty's nipples. Watching the show was hot, especially after experiencing that same cock earlier that day. As well as the day before. And the day before that... but now here it was, bringing her stepsister the same joy that she herself was able to experience.

"It's SO big," Misty moaned between his thrusts, pulling up her body from the bed as Brendan continued ravishing her tender snatch. Holding herself up, she clung to him tightly, as tightly as she could, with physics doing the rest. Feeling like her body was being split in half, Misty savored every inch of Brendan sliding in, her soft body bouncing off his muscles before crashing back down. With gravity doing the work as her body just seemed to bounce in place, her cunt began to feel the air as Brendan's dick escaped her until it was nothing but the tip, then stretching her most sensitive of areas in a way that was completely new to Misty.

Getting hotter next to the bed, Joanne began to rub her hand on her chest, grabbing a hold of a nipple and pulling it sharply, a jolt running through her body as her breast bounced back into place. Finding herself enjoying the show and approaching her own climax, Joanne decided to get in on the action.

Climbing on to the bed, she watched as Misty released her hold on Brendan, falling back down to the bed with a thud as he continued thrusting away. She watched as he grabbed Misty by the waist, rotating her a bit so that her hips were right at the edge of the bed, her body splayed out across the middle.

As Misty succumbed to Brendan's guidance, she locked eyes with her sister and licked her lips, beckoning her closer with a curl of the finger. Bringing said finger to her lips, she sucked on without breaking the eye contact.

Joanne, horny and ready, straddled Misty's head, lowering her wet folds on to the waiting face. Sitting on Misty's face, she held up her breasts as Brendan reached forward, taking hold and squeezing her big tits with both hands. As Joanne savored his touch, her focus turned to the attention being paid to her pussy. Misty's dart of a tongue had found its bullseye, a quiet hum beginning to escape Joanne as her own orgasm burst forth. As Brendan pawed at her chest, Joanne started bouncing in place, driving her pussy down with such force that Misty began struggling for air.

"YES! I'm cumming. Eat that pussy you bitch," Joanne yelled, reaching back and grabbing Misty's pony tail as she continued to grind on her face.

Suffocating beneath Joanne, Misty gasped for air each time Brendan filled her to the brim, nudging her body that slight inch from deep in Joanne's snatch to breathing freely.

As a torrent of juices flooded from Joanne's tender opening, Misty began to orgasm again herself. The two sisters, fused together by Brendan's cock, were both thriving in bliss. Their bodies entwined in a way that they had never experienced before, the sisters felt closer than two people could ever reasonably be. It was their unison orgasm that finally proved too much for Brendan.

"Oh, I'm going to blow," Brendan suddenly announced, stepping back from Misty's snatch but still stroking away at his manhood. The two women, coming down from their climaxes but still horny as fuck, both heard the call.

Climbing off Misty's face, Joanne took her by the hand and the two hopped off the bed, down on to their knees on the floor.

As Brendan continued to work his meat, the two women began to kiss passionately, their tongues entwined as they explored each other's bodies with their hands.

Finally at his boiling point, Brendan erupted, spraying cum on the two women below him. The first stream of cum jetted forth from his cock with such force that it shot over them both completely, the second shot painting them both as they continued kissing unphased. Still stroking, Brendan's third shot of cum primarily hit Misty, him doing his best to hold in the fourth shot before it sprang forth and landed squarely on Joanne's face.

Jerking away with a slowing pace, a few additional streams of cum escape from Brendan's cock, Joanne reaching out and taking ahold of his member, gently rubbing the remaining cum into the skin of his penis tip. Taking ahold of it, Joanne smiled as she slapped Misty in the face with it, a stream of cum connecting Brendan's phallus to her smiling face.

The two girls giggled as they begin licking the cum from each other's bodies.

The trio laughed together as Brendan sat down on the bed, breathing deeply as his limp cock continued to drip a bit from his eruption. As he laid back and started to doze off from his workout, he was startled awake by the ringing of a phone. Unfamiliar with the sound, Joanne tried to calm him down.

"It's just my parent's landline weirdo, calm down," she told him.

Over on the nightstand, the home of Misty's first cock that day, the telephone began to ring a second time.

With cum still dripping from her face, Misty reached over and answered politely, attempting to ignore the sight next to her.

"Hello?"

Joanne and Brendan stared on, knowing that the parental units were due back at some point, but unaware of how worried and hurried they may need to be.

"Ok. See you then."

Hanging up the phone, Misty looked over towards Brendan and Joanne.

"Looks like we've got another hour," Misty smiled, her dildo from earlier catching her eye. Picking it up, she waved it around in the air. "Ok Brendan, your turn!"