"I think somebody's at the door," said Sylvia, as her sister eyed a magazine. The girls were wiling away the long summer afternoon with almost two weeks left before school started for the autumn. Alone in the big ranch house as usual, except for the faithful handyman, Taylor, they got few visitors.
"It must be Angie," said Julie, welcoming the interruption. "Nobody else comes around here these days."
She went to the front hall and met Angie, breathless as usual. She was dressed in a low-cut top and a very short skirt, revealing her shapely thighs and pert, rounded bottom. Her look conveyed a sexual confidence that mildly irritated Julie.
"Hello Julie. I thought I'd drop by to see how you're doing out here. It must be lonely, eh?"
Julie was used to Angie's taunting. Indeed, she expected it. After enduring Angie's ribbing about the sisters' sexual inexperience for most of the summer she was looking forward to telling Angie that they were no longer virgins.
"Hi Sylvia," said Angie as they entered the lounge. "I've been having a great time with my boyfriend, and his friends too, if you know what I mean. Why just last night we had a ball at a party over at Ned's with everyone fucking everyone else. Want to hear the details?"
"Oh, not really," replied Julie, looking a little bored. Angie looked at her askance, not expecting this detachment. Usually Julie hung on her every word when she recounted her sexual exploits.
"Oh, have you been up to something?"
"Maybe we have."
"You mean.......you've finally done it?" gasped Angie.
"Um hmm."
"You have? Who with? Did Sylvia do it, too?"
"Yep."
"Well, aren't you going to tell me about it?"
"OK," said Julie. "We're both getting fucked every day, in the ass as well as our cunts. And we love it!"
Angie was shocked. She knew Julie well enough to know that she wouldn't make something like this up. Yet it seemed impossible in view of the fact that the girls' mother didn't ever let them leave the ranch on their own. As far as Angie knew, they had been virtual prisoners all summer long. She wanted to hear this.
"But how? You can't get away from here, can you?"
"Actually," said Julie, "you gave us the idea a few weeks ago when you told us about the party you went to and fucked black guys. Remember that?"
"What," stammered Angie, "do you mean?"
"It gave me the idea of getting Taylor here to fuck us. And it succeeded. We do it with him whenever we want, and love it; don't we Sylvia?"
Her younger sister blushed. Sylvia was too shy to talk about such things, but couldn't deny that it was true. "Well, yes. I guess we do."
Angie looked at them strangely. "Are you serious?"
"Of course. We teased Taylor until he couldn't resist us and then blackmailed him by threatening to tell mother all about it. He popped out cherries two weeks ago and since then he's been a pussycat. Or pussy hound, you might say." She laughed. "He fucks us whenever we want it.
"But..." Angie paused, not knowing quite how to put it. "But he's over twice your age, Julie and...and....he's black!"
"So much the better, Angie. He knows it all, you know what I mean? And he's got a fantastic cock, really thick and hard. He's great at anal too but you know all about that, don't you?" Julie was beginning to suspect that Angie hadn't been entirely honest with them but at this stage she wasn't sure exactly how much was a lie and how much was truth.
Angie looked uncomfortable. "You really did anal with him?" Angie looked amazed.
"Yep. He popped our rear cherries and taught us to love it, didn't he Sylvia?"
Sylvia smiled a sweet smile; a smile that seemed so innocent that it was difficult to believe that she was regularly enjoying a big black cock in her ass.
"Come on, Angie we can fuck him right now. In fact, you can try him yourself, seeing as how you're such an expert."
There was something about the way Julie said it that made Angie nervous. She knew that her reputation as a party girl, the one that she had carefully and meticulously developed, was on the line. She couldn't face the humiliation of admitting that it wasn't true but at the same time she didn't want to go along with Julie's crazy suggestions. She felt that Julie suspected her of inventing all the steamy stories she liked to regale her friends with. She never dreamed that they might actually call her bluff.
