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

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The weeks after meeting Poly blurred into a strange, delicious kind of torture.
I kept dating Paul. We still fucked almost every other night. He would lick my smooth Japanese pussy until I screamed and gushed all over his face, my sweet creamy juices running down his chin while I shook and cried his name. Then he’d slide his thick cock into my dripping hole and pound me hard, grunting, sweating, filling the room with the wet slap of skin and the heavy smell of sex. Every single time I faked it - moaning louder, clenching my walls around him, whispering filthy things in my soft accent until he exploded deep inside me, pumping thick ropes of hot cum into my tight cunt. I’d feel it leaking out afterward, warm and sticky down my ass crack, but the real pleasure never came from his dick. It was always his mouth that made me cum like crazy. His cock just… existed inside me. Pleasant. Full. But never enough to push me over the edge.
I couldn’t tell him. How do you explain to your boyfriend that his cock does nothing for you while his sister’s smile makes your pussy throb instantly?
So I stayed quiet and kept seeing him. But every spare moment I was texting Poly. Our conversations grew longer, deeper, more personal. We talked about everything - childhood fears, favorite foods, the pressure of being the “good Asian daughter” versus her free American life. She told me how she’d had her first real crush on a girl in high school, how soft the girl’s lips felt, how wet she got just from kissing. I read those messages in bed at night with my hand between my legs, rubbing slow circles on my swollen clit while imagining it was Poly touching me. My pussy would get so creamy the scent filled my whole room.
Then came the second dinner invitation.
Paul’s family asked me over again for a Friday night barbecue. I was embarrassingly excited. Not for Paul. For her.
I wore a short black sundress that hugged my small tits and showed off my smooth legs. Underneath I had on tiny red lace panties that were already damp by the time we pulled into their driveway. The evening air smelled of grilled meat, chlorine from the pool, and the sweet dry scent of the canyon hills. Poly was waiting on the deck in a thin white tank top and tiny denim shorts. Her nipples were clearly hard against the fabric. When she saw me she smiled that dimpled smile and hugged me tight. Her breasts pressed softly into mine. I breathed in deep - coconut lotion, warm sun-kissed skin, and that faint, intoxicating feminine musk between her legs that made my mouth water instantly.
Dinner felt endless. Paul kept his hand on my thigh, but my eyes kept finding Poly across the table. Every time she licked sauce off her lips I imagined that tongue on my clit. By the time we finished eating, my panties were soaked through.
Later that night, after Paul had fucked me again in his room (another faked orgasm while his cum leaked down my thighs), I couldn’t sleep. Same as last time. I slipped downstairs in just his oversized t-shirt, my bare pussy still tender and creamy from his load.
Poly was on the couch again, TV on low, wearing nothing but an oversized sleep shirt that barely covered her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, smooth and golden. She looked up and her eyes darkened the moment she saw me.
“Hey,” she whispered, voice husky. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I shook my head and sat closer this time - only a foot of couch between us. The room smelled like her: warm girl skin, faint vanilla, and the unmistakable sweet scent of an aroused pussy starting to bloom in the warm air.
We talked for almost an hour. The conversation turned intimate fast. She told me about the girls she’d been with - how much she loved eating pussy, how she loved the way a girl tasted when she was really turned on, how she could make them squirt if she fingered them just right. My clit was throbbing so hard it hurt. I was dripping onto the couch cushion.
Then she looked at me, eyes half-lidded, and said softly, “You know… I’ve always had a thing for girls who are a little shorter, with that delicate Asian beauty. Especially ones with red hair like yours. It’s so fucking sexy. The contrast against pale skin… God, I’ve been thinking about you since the first time you walked in.”
My heart slammed against my ribs. Heat flooded my face and my pussy at the same time.
Before I could answer, Poly leaned in slowly. Her breath smelled sweet and warm. She pressed her soft lips to mine in the gentlest kiss I’d ever felt.
Electricity shot straight to my clit.
For three full seconds we stayed like that - just lips touching, breathing each other in. Then she pulled back, eyes wide with panic.
“Oh shit… Aiko, I’m so sorry. You’re my brother’s girlfriend. I shouldn’t have - fuck, I’m really sorry.”
I stared at her, chest heaving. My lips were tingling. My pussy was clenching rhythmically, leaking fresh cream down my inner thighs. The magnetic pull was unbearable now.
I didn’t think. I just acted.
I grabbed the front of her sleep shirt, pulled her back in, and kissed her hard.
This time there was tongue - wet, hungry, sliding deep. She tasted like cherry lip balm and pure desire. Our tongues danced, slippery and hot, making soft wet sounds that filled the quiet living room. I moaned into her mouth. She whimpered back, hands sliding up my thighs under the t-shirt until her fingers brushed my bare, soaked pussy.
“Fuck… you’re dripping,” she breathed against my lips, voice shaking with lust. “So wet for me already.”
She stood up, took my hand, and led me silently upstairs to her room at the end of the hall. The second the door clicked shut behind us, everything exploded.
Poly pushed me against the wall and kissed me like she was starving. Her hands roamed everywhere - squeezing my small tits through the shirt, pinching my hard nipples until I gasped. I could smell her arousal growing stronger, thick and sweet in the air. She yanked my t-shirt off, leaving me completely naked. My small perky tits with dark stiff nipples, my smooth hairless pussy glistening with juices, red hair messy around my flushed face.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered, dropping to her knees.
She buried her face between my thighs without warning.
The first long, slow lick from my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit made me cry out loud. Her tongue was softer and hotter than Paul’s ever was - wet velvet dragging through my creamy folds, tasting every drop of my sweet pussy juice mixed with her brother’s leftover cum. She didn’t care. She moaned like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“Mmm… you taste so good, Aiko. Sweet and a little salty… fuck, I love it.”
She licked me like she was making love to my pussy - long flat strokes, then tight circles around my clit, then sucking the swollen nub between her lips while two fingers slid deep inside me. I was so wet the squelching sounds were loud and obscene. My juices ran down her chin and dripped onto the floor. The smell was intoxicating - my creamy cunt, her spit, the faint trace of Paul’s cum she was eagerly licking up.
I came within two minutes, hard. My knees buckled. I grabbed her hair and ground my spasming pussy against her face, squirting clear girl-cum all over her tongue and cheeks. “Poly… oh fuck… Poly!” I sobbed, thighs shaking violently.
She didn’t stop. She kept licking and fingering me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive. Then she stood up, stripped off her own clothes in seconds.
Her body was perfect. Full, round C-cup tits with pale pink nipples already rock hard. A smooth shaved pussy with plump outer lips and a pretty pink clit peeking out, already glistening with her own arousal. The scent of her cunt hit me full force - sweet, musky, feminine, making my mouth water so much I actually drooled a little.
She pulled me to her bed and we fell onto it in a tangle of limbs. We kissed deeply, tasting each other’s pussies on our tongues. Our naked bodies rubbed together - soft tits pressing, hard nipples dragging, smooth bellies sliding against each other. The heat between us was insane.
I wanted to taste her so badly.
I pushed her onto her back and crawled between her legs. The sight of her spread pussy - wet, swollen, dripping - made me moan. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit. She tasted incredible: sweet nectar with a deeper, richer musk that made my head spin. I licked her like I was dying of thirst, sucking her clit, fucking my tongue into her tight hole, drinking every drop of her cream.
Poly was loud. She moaned and whimpered, hips rolling against my face. “Yes… just like that… eat my pussy, Aiko… fuck, your tongue feels so good…”
I slid two fingers inside her while I sucked her clit. She was soaking wet, velvety walls clenching around my fingers. I curled them, stroking her G-spot while I licked faster. Her scent grew stronger, thicker, filling the whole room. Within minutes she came hard, thighs clamping around my head, pussy gushing sweet juice all over my face and tongue. She cried out my name, body arching beautifully.
But we weren’t done. Not even close.
Poly pulled me up and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. Then she reached into her nightstand and pulled out a thick, realistic pink dildo - veiny, about seven inches, with a suction base.
“I want to fuck you with this,” she whispered, eyes dark with lust. “I want to make you cum on it while I sit on your face.”
She made me lie on my back. She straddled my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth. At the same time she rubbed the fat head of the dildo up and down my soaked slit, coating it in my cream. Then she pushed it inside me slowly.
The stretch was perfect. It hit every spot Paul’s cock never could. I moaned loudly into her cunt as she started fucking me with deep, steady strokes. The wet squelching of the dildo plunging in and out of my creamy pussy mixed with the obscene sounds of me eating her out. She rode my face harder, grinding her clit against my tongue while she fucked me faster.
I came again - harder than before. My pussy clenched and squirted around the dildo, juices spraying out with every thrust. Poly kept going, fucking me through it, then pulled the toy out and replaced it with her own fingers while she leaned down and licked my clit at the same time.
We 69’d for what felt like hours. Tongues buried in each other’s cunts, fingers pumping, moans and wet slurping sounds filling the room. The smell of two dripping pussies and girl-cum was thick and heady. I lost count of how many times I came - three, four, maybe five. Every orgasm was stronger than the last. My whole body shook, thighs trembling, pussy gushing over and over while Poly shouted my name and came on my tongue again and again.
At one point she was on top of me in full scissoring position, our soaked pussies grinding together - clit against clit, creamy lips sliding and kissing. The wet, filthy sound of our cunts rubbing was so loud I was sure Paul would wake up. Poly was moaning loud, almost screaming, “Fuck… your pussy feels so good… I’m gonna cum again… Aiko!”
We both exploded at the same time, pussies pulsing and squirting against each other, juices mixing in a slippery mess between our bodies. The scent was pure sex - sweet, tangy, feminine, addictive.
Finally, hours later, we collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap. Our bodies were covered in each other’s cum, faces shiny, hair messy. The entire room reeked of lesbian sex - two dripping cunts, spit, girl-cum, and pure lust.
I kissed her softly, tasting us both. “That… was the best I’ve ever felt,” I whispered.
Poly smiled, stroking my red hair. “You’re mine now, aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer with words. I just kissed her again, deeper.
Eventually I had to sneak back to Paul’s room before sunrise. I slipped into his bed, my body still buzzing, my pussy sore and swollen and leaking Poly’s spit and my own cream. When Paul woke up in the morning and tried to slide his cock into me, I pushed him away gently.
“I’m not feeling well,” I lied, voice hoarse from moaning Poly’s name all night.
In my head there was no more doubt.
I was a lesbian.
And I had fallen completely, hopelessly, hard for Poly.