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My girls were always different. Being so close in age, I always expected them to be similar. They always surprised me.
Women tend to have different names for themselves. My boobs have always been my boobs, well, except when I went to boobies for a while. I thought it was cute and the guys and girls I was hanging with seemed to agree. Just the mention of my boobies would cause them to smile.
January preferred tits. It started when she was young. As her friends sprouted, she would ask and wonder when she would be getting her tits. Once she got them, small as they were, she would puff out her small chest and say, "tits." It always got a laugh, and she liked the attention.
Being so small on top, she didn't wear a bra often. January's best top feature were her nipples. They were bold, darker than you would think, and they popped out on any occasion. A slight breeze could make them pop, and she liked it when the guys stared at her hard nips.
April, on the other hand, was the shy one. On those rare occasions that she would reference her own body, she called them breasts, or would just refer to her chest. She was always having trouble finding bras, since she was always in that zone between B and C cups.
After she developed, April tended not to be as loose with her nudity as the other girls. Even so, I saw them from time to time, and they were perfect for her body. They sat high, topped with thick pink puffy nipples. These were the boobs you would call perky.
September was one of those overnighters. One day she was flat, the next she had boobs. She referred to her boobs as her rack. There must have been something to it, because every time she said it, she would laugh. I figured that one of her boyfriends or a girl in her locker room said it, and she picked it up. There was probably also a private joke in there somewhere.
She was all over different than the rest of us, taller, longer legs and more blonde. Her rack was the same. She needed a bra from the first day she got her boobs, and for a while, I wondered if they'd ever stop growing. Her rack was big and full,and she liked the fact that her C cups squeezed up and made her look like she was even bigger. She went to low blouse cuts that showed her cleavage.
I got a good look at them when I entered her bedroom. They were being squeezed from underneath. The football player was on his back. September was on her back, on top of him, her ass stuffed with his cock.
Mister big dick was in front of her, slamming her pussy with his big cock. My oldest was being double fucked. I stood frozen just inside her door. She was taking a pounding and seemed to be loving every second of it.
The man on top was also enjoying himself. He was talking to her, calling her a whore and a slut, telling her that he loved stuffing her little pussy full of his big dick.
I paid little attention to the words. September's tiny shaved pussy was stretched around his thick cock. Her puffy wet lips were open for this huge piece of meat, and he took full advantage, slamming her with long, deep powerful strokes over and over. Little grunts escaped her every time he drove his big dick home.
I stared at the action for a long time. He would jackhammer her with short strokes, then change to long slow deep ones. He would pull his huge cock nearly all the way out and slide it all the way back in until he was balls deep in her.
"You love my big cock, don't you, slut?'
"Uh, uh, uh, yes."
"Tell me you love it, you little whore."
"I, I, oh, uh, love it."
Her grunts were just that, not really words, just air being pushed out of her when his cock banged all the way in. I watched him stretch her pussy over and over, talking to her, making her beg to be fucked hard.
The guy on the bottom was talking to her as well, telling her to move that ass on his dick, that he was going to fill her ass with cum. His strokes were short and fast, as though it was not his job to fuck her, but to keep her impaled and in place for the big pussy pounder.
The man on top grabbed her ankles and spread her wide. "I may have to come here every day and fuck this little cunt." September sighed contentedly and moved her ass and pussy on the cocks assaulting her young body.
She seemed to know what was coming, or should I say cumming. She slammed her pussy back over the big cock as the guy's head fell back and he let out a long groan. He fell forward and she giggled as he kissed her. He was filling her with cum, and I could see it leaking out from her lips, still gripping his hard cock.
The guy pulled back, and September opened her mouth, a contented mewl leaving her lips as he drew his cock out of her. Her lips were red and open wide and shiny with wet cum. September looked up at him and smiled.
I could feel a trickle of my own juice running down the inside of my thigh after witnessing this event. September wiggled her ass on the cock still inside her. She smiled. "Mike, meet my mother," she said, looking over at me.
I didn't know that she realized I was standing there, but Mike walked over to me and pushed me to my knees. His cock dripped the remaining cum, and it was clear what he wanted. He stood inches from my head and I knew what he expected.
