1. Me and my friend introduced two teens to lesbian sex and made one of them into my piss whore


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: True Story, Anal, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Mature, Teen, Threesome, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 94.3, Source: sexstories.com

    omniscience. "I don't know why they need to be gay," the other guy joked. "No man would want to fuck them anyway, so they don't have to worry about that." Stef rolled her eyes and leaned her head on her arm, stabbing at the rest of her pancakes with her fork, but didn't say anything. Bibi, on the other hand, got visibly upset. Her face grew red and I could see the vein on her forehead, which was never a good sign. "Those fucking cretins," she said in our local dialect. "I bet when I'm done with them, their momma's won't be able to tell their butts from their faces." I laughed, and replied, also in our language: "Wanna bet we can get the girlfriends to prefer pussy?" I asked, winking at Stefania. After a few minutes, the two girls on the other table got up and left for the bathroom, while their boyfriends continued with their rude remarks. I nodded at Barbara and got up with Stef, strolling to the ladie's rooms ourselves. Bibi stayed behind ordering another coffee. When we entered the bathroom, the two girls were at the sinks, chattering, but got instantly silent when they saw us walk in. We went to a mirror next to them and I asked Stef for some make up. She dug around her purse and handed me some lipstick and eyeliner, which I took a painfully long time applying. When the girls heard us talk in another language, they grew somewhat curious. "You're not from around here, huh?" one of them asked, chewing some bubble gum as she eyed me up and down. I smiled back at her and ...
    replied in my best fake broken english: "No, we from Italia." Stef grinned and leaned back against the sink. "Oh wow," the other girl said. "I'm irish-italian myself." She was quite thin and athletic, with long brunette hair that she had dried into long wavy curls, tanned skin, a very round, american face and cute dimples. "Great," Stefania said in italian. "It's so good to meet a fellow countryman." The girl looked at her with a confused and empty stare and I punched her side with my elbow. "What she means is her ancestors came here from italy," I told Stef, also in italian. She laughed, and then began a long italian diatribe that would've put every sicilian fishmonger to shame, all the while smiling at her. "Ah, so you mean you have no clue about our culture, our language, our history, you wouldn't find Italy on a map if your tits were pinned to it and your only connection is that some old cocksucker left there 150 years ago and came to America to fuck a donkey up the ass, which in some way created your family line." The girl looked at me puzzled. I smiled. "What she mean," I said in english. "Is it's wonderful to meet you and we love America. It's been named after an italian after all, so we're practically home." Her friend looked at us confused. She was blonde, about the same height as the "irish-italian" girl, also tanned and slim, though a little more muscular, and with the same round face. Both of them looked to be about 18 or 19 years old. Obviously we weren't like ...
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