I heard a faint moan and knew she was in the glass enclosure touching her body as she had become accustomed to. Mom was downstairs fixing dinner and w...uldn’t know a thing, so I pushed the door open a bit more and looked through the milky glass at my sister’s wondrous figure. A cheerleader supreme, her hourglass figure had long been the measure of beauty for my thoughts. Her firm C cup tits that were rarely restrained by a bra, slender waist and taught abs, hips that were just hearty enough to. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously shovedinto the back. At the time I thought it may be some kind of kidnapattempt, little did I know that what lay in store for me was to bemuch, much worse.The events of the next few hours were somewhat of a blur, I musthave been drugged or something. Eventually I came around to findmyself stripped naked, except for a pair of black stockings andsuspenders, strapped down to a bed in a small dark cell-like room. Myeyes slowly adjusting to. Our breathing becomes heavier as our tongues collide, my hands tracing a line up your body, not too roughly, not too softly. We slowly start to peel off each others' tops, feeling the warmth of our skin meeting. I kiss your neck again, and start slowly kissing down your chest, down your stomach, leading down to your crotch. I gently push your legs open and run my hands down the outside of your thigh, then slowly up the inside till I gently stroke your pussy. I lean in and plant a kiss over the. This was incredible. This was what Bobby Mitchel felt when I blew him.My pussy clenched. This pressure grew and grew in my depths. My orgasm built. I could feel something familiar and something so different. The swelling in my cunt's depths along with this ache at the tip of my girl-cock.“You have a futa-dick,” Sarah moaned, rubbing at her pussy. “This is incredible. Futanari.”“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my snatch squeezing shut. “Oh, Mary, I'm going to cum. I think... I think I'm going to erupt.”She.