I Left My Boyfriend for His Lesbian Sister – Hot Asian Pussy Grinding & Dildo

Read previous part: Paul's Sister Eats My Japanese Pussy – First Real Lesbian Sex & Squirting - Part 3

The morning after that mind-shattering night with Poly, everything felt different. My body was still humming, every muscle deliciously sore in the best way. My smooth little Japanese pussy was swollen and puffy, the lips still glistening with dried girl-cum and spit. When I moved, I could feel the faint stickiness between my thighs and smell the sweet, musky scent of Poly’s cunt mixed with my own on my skin. Paul stirred beside me, his morning wood pressing against my hip, thick and warm. He kissed my neck sleepily and slid his hand between my legs, fingers brushing my sensitive clit.
“Mmm, baby… you’re already wet,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Let me fuck you real quick before breakfast.”
I gently pushed his hand away. My heart was pounding, but not from desire for him. “Not today, Paul. I’m… really not feeling well. Maybe later.”
He looked disappointed but kissed my forehead anyway. “Okay. Love you.”
Those two words hit me like a punch. I loved him too - as a friend, as someone who had been kind and patient with me. But I wasn’t in love with him. Not anymore. Not after the way Poly had made me cum over and over, screaming her name while my pussy gushed like never before. His cock had never done that. It never would.
I spent the whole day in a fog. Classes dragged. Every text from Paul made my stomach twist with guilt. Every memory of Poly’s soft tits, her dripping pink pussy grinding on my tongue, her loud moans echoing in my ears made my clit throb and fresh cream leak into my panties. By evening I knew I couldn’t keep pretending.
I invited Paul over to my apartment that night. Just the two of us. No sex. I told him we needed to talk.
He showed up with flowers and that easy smile, smelling like his usual cologne and fresh shower. We sat on my small couch. The same couch where he had first eaten my pussy months ago. The room still carried faint traces of all the times we’d fucked here - that heavy male-and-female sex smell that used to turn me on but now felt wrong.
“Paul… I need to tell you something,” I started, my accent thicker because I was nervous. My hands were shaking. “I… I’ve been thinking a lot. About us. About sex. About me.”
He frowned, concerned. “What’s wrong, Aiko? You’ve seemed distant lately.”
I took a deep breath. The words poured out in a rush.
“I love being with you. You’re kind, you’re funny, you make me laugh. But… I don’t enjoy it when we fuck. Not really. Your tongue and fingers feel amazing - I cum so hard every time. But when you put your cock inside me… it just doesn’t do anything. I’ve been faking it every single time. I’m so sorry.”
His face went pale. I could see the hurt flash in his eyes, but he stayed quiet, listening.
I kept going, voice trembling. “And there’s more. I… I met someone. Or rather… I realized something about myself when I met her. Your sister. Poly.”
The silence stretched for what felt like forever. I could hear my own heartbeat. The faint smell of my nervous sweat mixed with the lingering scent of my arousal from thinking about Poly all day.
Paul ran a hand through his hair. “Poly? My little sister?”
I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. “Yes. The first night at your house… we talked for hours. I felt this pull toward her I’ve never felt with anyone. Not even you. Then the second time… we kissed. And then we… we had sex. In her room. While you were sleeping down the hall.”
I told him everything - not the dirty details, but enough. How her tongue made me squirt. How her fingers and the dildo hit spots his cock never could. How I came more times in one night than I had in all the months with him. How I realized I was a lesbian. That I had fallen hard for Poly.
Paul was quiet for a long time. I waited for yelling, for anger, for him to storm out. Instead he let out a long breath and leaned back.
“Fuck… that explains a lot,” he said finally. His voice was surprisingly calm. “I could tell something was off with the sex. You always seemed like you were performing. I thought maybe it was just nerves or cultural stuff. I never imagined… my own sister.”
He rubbed his face. “I’m not gonna lie, Aiko. This hurts. A lot. But… I love you enough to want you happy. And if Poly makes you feel things I never could… then I guess I have to accept it. She’s been out as a lesbian for years. My parents already know and they’re cool with it. If you two want to be together, I’m not going to stand in the way. It’ll be weird as hell for a while, but… I’d rather have you both in my life than lose you completely.”
I started crying. Happy tears, guilty tears, relieved tears. Paul pulled me into a hug - gentle, brotherly now. We sat there for almost an hour talking. He asked questions. I answered honestly. He even laughed a little when I admitted how many times I’d faked orgasms. “Damn, I thought I was doing okay,” he joked weakly.
By the time he left, the air between us felt lighter. Not the same, but not destroyed. He kissed my cheek at the door. “Tell Poly I said… be good to her. Or I’ll kick her ass.”
I laughed through the tears.
The second the door closed, I grabbed my phone and texted Poly.
Me: Come over to my apartment right now. Paul knows. He’s okay with it. I need you here. I need you so fucking bad.
Her reply came in seconds: On my way. Be there in 20.
I spent those twenty minutes cleaning up, lighting a couple of candles, and changing the sheets. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking with excitement. My pussy was already dripping again, the sweet scent of my arousal filling the small studio.
When Poly knocked, I practically ran to the door.
She looked gorgeous - tight black crop top that showed the underside of her full tits, tiny gray shorts that barely covered her ass, hair loose and wavy. The moment the door shut behind her I pushed her against it and kissed her hard. Our tongues slid together instantly, wet and hungry. She tasted like mint and pure lust. Her hands grabbed my ass, squeezing hard as she pulled me against her body.
“Fuck, Aiko… I’ve been wet all day thinking about you,” she moaned into my mouth. “You really told Paul?”
“Yes,” I whispered, already pulling her top off. Her beautiful tits spilled out, pink nipples stiff and begging. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue, tasting the faint salt of her skin. She smelled so good - coconut lotion, warm girl, and the growing musk of her pussy.
We stumbled toward my bed, shedding clothes as we went. By the time we fell onto the mattress we were both naked. Skin against skin. Soft tits pressing together, hard nipples dragging, smooth bellies sliding. The scent of two horny cunts filled the room immediately - sweet, tangy, feminine, intoxicating.
Poly took control first. She pushed me onto my back and spread my legs wide. My hairless Japanese pussy was already swollen and creamy, lips parted, clit peeking out shiny and pink. She stared at it like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
“Look how wet you are for me,” she breathed. “Your little pussy is dripping down your ass.”
She dove in.
Her tongue was magic. Long, slow licks from my tight asshole all the way up through my slick folds, gathering every drop of my sweet cream. She sucked my clit between her lips, flicking it fast while two fingers slid deep inside me. The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy. My juices coated her chin and fingers instantly. She moaned into my cunt like she couldn’t get enough.
“You taste even better than last night,” she groaned. “So sweet and creamy… I could eat this pussy for hours.”
I came within minutes, screaming her name, thighs clamping around her head as my pussy gushed clear girl-cum all over her face. She drank it down eagerly, fingers still pumping, drawing the orgasm out until I was shaking and begging.
Then it was my turn.
I flipped her over and buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy was soaked - plump lips glistening, clit swollen and dark pink, a thick string of her cream stretching from her hole to the sheet. The smell hit me hard: rich, musky, sweet girl arousal that made my head spin. I licked her slowly at first, savoring every inch, then faster, sucking her clit while I pushed three fingers into her tight, velvety cunt. She was so wet my hand was immediately covered in her juices. They ran down my wrist and dripped onto the bed.
Poly was loud. She moaned and cursed, hips grinding against my face. “Yes… eat my fucking pussy, Aiko… deeper… oh god, I’m gonna cum!”
She exploded on my tongue, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing and squirting sweet juice into my mouth. I kept licking through it, drunk on her taste and smell.
We didn’t stop there.
Poly grabbed the thick pink dildo she’d brought with her - the same one from her room. She lubed it with my own cream and pushed it slowly into my aching cunt while she straddled my face again. We 69’d like animals. The dildo fucked me deep and steady while I tongue-fucked her hole and sucked her clit. The room filled with the wettest, nastiest sounds - slurping, squelching, moaning, the slap of skin. Our combined pussy scents were thick enough to taste in the air.
I came again. Then again. Each orgasm stronger, my pussy squirting around the toy while Poly ground her cunt harder on my face.
We switched positions constantly. Scissoring - our soaked pussies grinding clit-to-clit, creamy lips kissing and sliding, the wet friction driving us both insane. I could feel her clit pulsing against mine, our juices mixing into a slippery mess that coated both our thighs and the sheets. Poly was almost screaming, “Fuck… your pussy feels so good rubbing mine… I’m cumming again!”
We came together that way, pussies spasming, girl-cum spraying and mixing between us.
Later she fucked me from behind with the dildo while reaching around to rub my clit. I was on all fours, ass up, face buried in the pillow that still smelled faintly of Paul. The thought made it dirtier, hotter. Poly pounded the toy into me hard, the fat head hitting my G-spot perfectly every time.
“Cum for me, baby,” she growled. “Cum all over this cock like you never could on my brother’s.”
I screamed and squirted violently, soaking the sheets, my whole body convulsing.
We kept going for hours. Tongues, fingers, the dildo, our bodies sliding together in every position we could manage in my small bed. We licked each other’s assholes, fingered each other to squirting orgasms, made each other cum until we lost count. The entire apartment reeked of lesbian sex - two dripping wet cunts, sweat, spit, and endless girl-cum. The sheets were ruined, soaked through.
At some point around 3 AM we finally collapsed, exhausted, tangled in each other’s arms. Our bodies were sticky and shiny with cum. Poly’s face was glazed with my juices. Mine was covered in hers. We kissed softly, lazily, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues.
“I’m yours now,” I whispered against her lips. “Completely. No more hiding. No more faking.”
Poly smiled, stroking my red hair. “Good. Because I’m never letting this perfect little pussy go.”
We fell asleep like that - naked, spent, happy.
The next morning I woke up to Poly’s tongue gently licking between my legs again. Slow, loving strokes that made me moan and spread wider. She brought me to another soft, rolling orgasm before we even got out of bed.
Paul texted later that day. A simple message: “Hope you two are happy. Take care of each other.”
I smiled, tears in my eyes again, and showed it to Poly. She kissed me deeply, her hand sliding between my thighs to cup my still-wet pussy.
“We will,” she whispered. “Every single day.”
And we did.
From that night on, my little apartment became our secret paradise. Poly would come over after class, and we’d spend hours exploring each other’s bodies - slow and sensual one day, rough and filthy the next. I learned every inch of her: the way her nipples tasted when they were hard, the exact spot inside her cunt that made her squirt the hardest, how she loved having her asshole licked while I fingered her. She learned mine too - how sensitive my clit was after I’d already cum three times, how I loved being filled while she sucked on my tits, how I could cum just from grinding my pussy against her thigh if she whispered dirty things in my ear.
One particularly hot afternoon a week later, Poly showed up with a new toy - a double-ended dildo, thick and flexible. We covered it in lube and our own cream, then slid onto it from both ends, facing each other. Our pussies stretched around the shared cock, clits rubbing together every time we rocked our hips. The feeling was incredible - full and connected at the same time. We fucked like that for almost an hour, sweating, moaning, kissing messily while our cunts slid up and down the toy. The wet sounds were obscene. Our mixed juices ran down the dildo and coated our asses. We came together again and again until we were both shaking and crying from pleasure.
Afterward we lay in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, breathing hard. The room smelled like pure sex - sweet pussy, girl-cum, and us.
I turned to her, tracing a finger around her nipple. “I can’t believe this is my life now. I moved here thinking I’d just study computers… and I found you.”
Poly laughed softly and pulled me closer, her thigh sliding between mine so my pussy rested against her smooth skin. “Best plot twist ever.”
We kissed again, slow and deep, tongues playing lazily. My hand drifted down to cup her warm, still-dripping cunt. Hers did the same to mine. We didn’t fuck again right away - we just touched, gentle and loving, enjoying the slick heat of each other.
In the quiet afterglow, with the late afternoon sun painting golden stripes across our naked bodies and the heavy, delicious scent of our lovemaking hanging in the air, I knew I had finally found exactly what I needed.
No more faking.
No more confusion.
Just Poly.
Just her soft lips, her full tits, her sweet dripping pussy, and the way she made me feel more alive and horny and loved than I ever thought possible.
I was home.