Date: Wed, 08 Jun 2016 22:36:43 -0400
From: Full Name <pinkpumps1@excite.com>
Subject: TS "The Fourth Sister"

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The Fourth Sister
Part One, Revised
By Pink Pumps

Chapter 1 – My Sisters Show Me The Way

The year was 1951 when my fun started. I was 10 years old and my name was
Andy at the time

My family lived in an old, but very well-kept, two-story, clap-board house
that was completely encircled by a screened-in pouch. There were several
ceiling fans strategically placed around the porch, making summers at least
bearable since we didn't even have window air-conditioners in those days.

We lived so far back in the sticks there were only a couple of neighbors
even remotely close by. Daddy was a farmer and Mommy was a housewife in
every sense of the word. They were both loving and caring, and my life was
close perfect. Close, but not quite there; something was lacking.

We were home schooled (more on my siblings in a moment) because a bus
didn't run even near our house back in those days, and the public school
was way too far away for Mommy or Daddy to drive us back and forth
everyday.

But even as far out the country as we lived, we had electricity – thus
the ceiling fans on the porch – which allowed us to have running water
and indoor plumbing. Yeah, we had an old outhouse, but it hadn't been used
in a couple of years when Mommy "accidentally" burned it to the
ground. Although I'm sure Daddy could have done something useful with the
lumber, he laughed when he saw the still smoldering pile of ashes.

We also had telephone service, but we were on a "party line." Google it if
you don't know what that is because it plays an important part in my story.

I was the youngest of four children, and the only boy. My sisters teased me
a lot – they called me "Mandy" because they would rather have a sister
than a brother. What they didn't tell me at the time was that they thought
I was far too pretty to be a boy, and really should have been born Mandy
instead of Andy. They loved me and I adored them, despite the teasing.

Mary Beth was 16 years old in 1951, followed by Alice (14) and Suzy
(12). Basically, we were each others playmates and best friends, whether we
liked it or not. But we really were very good friends, and far, far more,
as you will see.

As you can imagine, we spent a ton of time outdoors, running in the meadow
where Daddy kept the cows and horses, building forts in the woods ... and
even SKINNY DIPPING (!!!) in a cool artesian spring that ran through our
property.

We played hours upon hours of basketball together – Mary Beth was nearly
unstoppable because she was the tallest and strongest by far – but my
sisters and I had some game since we went at it so hard, so often. Due to
the fact that I was the youngest and Mary Beth the oldest, we usually
paired up against Alice and Suzy. We almost always OWNED their sweet asses!
And trust me, all three of my sisters' asses were sweet. As was mine –
plump and still ripening – by the way.

During our many naked swims that summer, I couldn't help but notice Mary
Beth's still developing 34B boobies. Alice's titties were smaller, of
course, because she was younger, but coming along very nicely – I'm
guessing 32A, and they were eery bit as firm and beautiful as Mary
Beth's. Quarter-sized nipples for both.

Suzy had just started wearing a real bra and was so fucking proud! Shit, I
was proud for her. Her little titty bumps with tiny pink nipples were
amazingly sexy, even though nowhere near as visible as her older
sisters'. If I was ever magically turned into a girl, I wanted my boobies
to look like Suzy's, despite how hot Mary Beth's and Alice's
were. Sometimes an almost flat, preteen girl is just as alluring as a woman
with giant gazongas. Actually more so, in my opinion. Suzy definitely was.

I would just about always get stiffies (only two circumcised inches at the
time) while looking at my naked sisters, and Mary Beth joked once, "How can
we let you be `Mandy' with that thing between your legs? It's no bigger
than my clitty, but you're STILL a little BOY!"

I knew what a clitty was – one day while we were skinny dipping, Mary
Beth got out of the water, laid on a towel, and showed us how she
masturbated. She had a humping, screaming orgasm! Only minutes later, Alice
and Suzy were going at it. I guess Mary Beth felt sorry for me because I
didn't have a pussy like they did, and didn't have a clue what to do. So
she gently pulled me down beside her and stoked my thingy until I had my
first dry cum. Are my sisters great, or what?

As much as I LOVED seeing my sisters naked, I also got siffies when they
let me watch them dress up. Sometimes when our parents would leave us alone
at home, Alice and Suzy would put on the frilly party dresses with full
layers of petticoats, lacy ankle socks and Mary Jane's, that they wore when
they were younger. Mary Beth, ever the more adventurous of us, would sneak
into Mommy's and Daddy's bedroom and put on garterbelts, stockings, and
tall heels – most tall heels in those days were pumps. When she did
that, she never wore panties or bras. Oh, my!

I guess Mary Beth was feeling sorry for me again the day she dressed me for
first time. She pulled out one of her old party dresses – baby-blue,
trimmed in white lace, with full white petticoats – and helped me put it
on. She added frilly, white-lace ankle socks and white Mary Jane's, but
wouldn't let me look at myself in the mirror.

My blond hair – Suzy and I are blue-eyed blonds; Mary Beth and Alice are
green-eyed gingers – was long enough for her to put up in rollers. She
applied light makeup, pink lipstick and nail polish (fingers AND
toes!). Then Mary Beth took out the rollers, brushed my hair, and tied it
in a pony tail with baby-blue ribbons.

She FINALLY let me look at myself. Let's just say I got hooked on dressing
like my sisters at that moment. I looked so fucking much like them, too,
especially Suzy! Dressed like that, I was their "Mandy" – The Fourth
Sister – that they wanted so much. As for me, if I was never Andy again,
I'd be happy as hell.

Mary Beth was helping me step into a pair of ruffled white panties when she
noticed my hard peepee and realized what the dress, socks and Mary Jane's
were doing to me. She called Alice and Suzy into the room, raised my
petticoats up to my chest and said, "Look at Mandy's puffy clitty! I think
we should help her with it, don't you two?"

Even though I didn't want her to at first, she took the dress off me. I was
left standing before my sisters with a stiff peeny, wearing only ankle
socks and Mary Jane's. Nothing – not even seeing my sisters completely
nude – ever made me that hard!

My sisters got naked and we all jumped onto the bed. I was on my back and
Mary Beth took my thingy into her warm mouth and began bobbing up and down
on it. Alice and Suzy were on either side of me, each sucking a tiny, hard
nipple on my flat chest. I lost it and had the most intense orgasm I could
have imagined.

After I settled down, they showed me something they'd been doing to each
other for awhile. They laid back and spread their long, tanned legs. Their
pussy lips were pink and puffy, and I could see their throbbing magic
buttons inside their sopping-wet holes.

I should add that Mary Beth had a fairly full bush, Alice's amounted to a
small landing strip, and Suzy's was all but bald.

I'm sure you can guess what they taught me to do. I love the way my
beautiful sisters taste!


Chapter 2 – Sweet Suzy

I've tried to convey to you the true love I have for my sisters, and how
much they love me. I hope I've succeeded. Because of our ages, I guess it
would come as no surprise that I was closest to Suzy. Sweet, sweet Suzy.

Our parents weren't prudes by any means. After all, they were of the World
War II generation – the Greatest Generation – and they'd seen a
lot. But they WERE protective of us. We were mostly naive when it came to
the social structure and sexual nuisances of even the very small town
closest to us.

But an advantage came with that: Our perceived innocence. Well, we WERE
innocent as far as our outside world was concerned. At home? Well, that was
always sexually intense, but I never penetrated my sisters with anything
other than my fingers and tongue. That was as far as we wanted to take
incest. And the suck jobs they gave me? That was plenty to keep me
happy. What 10-year-old boy was lucky enough to have three hot young girls
do that to him? Not many, if any!

Mary Beth had been dating since the start of summer, and there was no small
measure of suitors vying for the hand of my beautiful sister; even as far
out as we lived. She lost her virginity in the backseat of a Plymouth
station wagon – holy shit, a Plymouth STATION WAGON – at the town's
drive-in theater and told us all about it when she got home. She let us see
and taste the lucky boy's cum leaking from her pussy.

She wasn't a tease, but she decided to keep her legs together after that;
she wanted to save herself for her first true love, even if that came later
rather than sooner. We all respected her for that.

As for Alice, she was old enough to attend chaperoned boy-girl parties, but
that came with some very entertaining elements for her. The boy she liked
most would regularly sneak out of his house with some of his parents'
vodka, and he and Alice would steal away to the nearest bushes to share
it. She told us it burned like hell going down, but made her feel warm all
over; buzzed enough to allow the boy to kiss her and get his hands inside
her bra for a feel of her blossoming titties. Mary Beth had advised her to
hold onto her virginity for a couple more years, so that's as far as he
got. But Alice would always thank him for the vodka with her kisses, feels
and even handjobs.

So that left Sweet Suzy and me to entertain ourselves most weekends. Mary
Beth had learned how to apply makeup from Mommy, she passed the knowledge
to Alice, Alice to Suzy, and Suzy to me. Suzy and I would do each others
makeup and nails in secret, grab some girly clothes – usually sundresses
with spaghetti straps – and dash out the backdoor to the privacy of the
spring.

We had discovered "69" so we would strip naked and get to it. Her wetness
and the orgasms that followed let me know I was doing it right. What she
did for me was no less intense.

Then we would pull on the sundresses, without panties, and romp through the
woods, and even the meadow if Daddy wasn't working nearby. Don't you think
there is something so inherently innocent, but sexy, about trim, tan,
barefoot preteen girls in sundresses playing in a field of wild flowers of
all colors? Sometimes we would simply lay silently on our backs in the tall
grass, holding hands. Other times we hugged and kissed. And sometimes we
just held each other and talked. Whatever we did was exquisite for us both.

But here's what we loved talking about most: The sun had bleached our hair
surfer-blond and it just glowed against our bare, tanned skin. We were
close enough in height for us to pass as twin sisters when we wore makeup
and dresses. Our fantasy was to go into town as twin girls, but we had no
idea how to accomplish that. Mary Beth didn't have a car, so what we had
together remained a fantasy ... for the time being.


Chapter 3 – Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood

My wonderful sisters and I were in the middle of one of our hotly contested
basketball games the day our little dressing games were exposed.

Alice and Suzy had long ago given up trying to drive on Mary Beth, and they
had developed some very nice jump shots because of it. Remember, this was
back in the day when girls mostly took two-hand set shots with both feet
planted on the ground, so Alice's and Suzy's jumpers were more than
impressive. Unless I could manage to strip the ball from them without
fouling, they elevated and shot over me. We were sweating and breathing
hard that day when Mommy called for the girls to come inside and help with
something.

Mary Beth tossed me the ball and said, "Guess you'll have to play with
yourself, Mandy."

We all laughed – they'd seen me take my little thingy in my hand and
play with it plenty of times. So the joke wasn't just about playing
basketball alone, was it? That's what made it even funnier.

I grabbed a towel and headed for the spring to cool off and relax in the
water. As usual, I stripped naked, tossed my clothes on the log we always
used, and waded out until I was up to my waist. I flipped onto my back,
closed my eyes and lightly treaded water enough to keep myself from
floating downstream.

After about half an hour, I got out, laid down on my towel and let the hot
sun dry my naked body. A warm breeze blew through my blond hair, giving it
a little bit of a feral look as it dried. I didn't realize it at the time,
but that look is so fucking sexy on me. On Suzy, too. I felt my tiny peepee
hardening and began to stroke it. As the dry orgasm overtook me, I lifted
my ass off the towel and moaned. When the spasms hit, I actually heard
myself cry out.

I relaxed for a moment, then got up and walked to the log to gather my
clothes, intending to dress and head home. But my clothes were gone! I just
assumed my sisters took them and were about to jump out of the bushes and
laugh at me.

That is, until I saw the note.

"Ha! Ha! I have your clothes! Come get them," it read. It was signed,
"Mr. Floyd."

"Mr. Floyd" was our closest neighbor, Floyd Rogers. He always asked me to
call him Floyd, but Mommy and Daddy would have killed me if I used an
adult's first name, even if I added "Mister." It was a matter of respect,
they said. So he was always "Mr. Rogers" to me. No, we didn't have a
television set in those days and "Mr. Roger's Neighborhood" was not yet
even a tiny hint in anyone's head.

I actually giggled as I read the note. I knew Mr. Rogers was playing a joke
on me, and I wouldn't have been embarrassed in the least if he saw me
naked. My sisters and I were full-blown exhibitionists by then anyway. I
figured – correctly as it would turn out – that he'd seen our naked
antics at the spring from the secrecy of the woods.

Even so, I still cautiously worked my way through the woods – Mommy and
Daddy would have been furious with our exhibitionism – and up to
Mr. Rogers' backdoor. Before I knocked, I noticed another note pinned to a
pile of clothes siting on a chair. It read: "My dearest Mandy, put on these
clothes, then knock."

I was stunned. How the fuck did he know about Mandy? Having no choice –
I couldn't go home naked – I picked up the clothes and examined them. A
school girl's outfit! Short plaid skit, tight white blouse, white knee
socks and black Mary Jane's with three-inch heels. But no panties! I was so
shocked I couldn't even admit to myself that dressing as a pantyless school
girl was exciting.

I dressed as quickly as I could, then tapped on the door.

Mr. Rogers answered after the first knock and all but jerked me inside. He
was totally naked and very, very hard – his dick was at least eight
inches long! There I stood before him, dressed like a little school girl –
sans panties – starring at his massive erection. I felt my own thingy
stiffen. My sisters – naked or otherwise – made me hard all the time,
but how did HE do it to me?

"You're just as pretty as your sisters, Mandy, my dear," he said. "That
doesn't surprise me in the least. You think you're a boy, but you're too
beautiful. You're a beautiful little girl."

By then, I was shaking all over. In shame? Or excitement? I didn't know.

I managed to ask, "How do you know about Mandy?"

"Well, you forget we're on the same party line. Mary Beth and your Mom were
at the store in town, and Mary Beth called to check on you and your
sisters. I picked up my phone to make a call and overheard the
conversation. Alice told her that she, Suzy and Mandy were dressed up and
having a party. It didn't take much to figure out who Mandy was."

I started to cry. "Are you going to tell on me?"

"Why on earth would I do that?" he laughed. "I'm naked and hard with a
beautiful school girl. You're not wearing panties. Why would I spoil that
by telling on you?"

At least his response made me stop crying; I was not in trouble.

"So what do you want from me?" I asked.

"The better question is, what do YOU want from ME, Mandy?" he teased. "I
mean, I'm a naked man and you're a pretty school girl. I know you like to
dress girly. What would make you happy? "

"Uh ... " was all I could manage I was so confused by his question. I
started to cry again.

Mr. Rogers walked me into his den and pulled me onto his lap. His huge
boner was under my short skirt and wedged into my naked ass crack. It was
actually pressed against my pink, uncontrollably winking pucker. Oh, god,
that felt soooo good!

"So, what do you want from me, Mandy?" he asked again, a hand massaging one
of my bare thighs, and another inside my blouse tweaking a tiny nipple. The
front of my skirt rode up enough to expose my hard, pink two-inch
peepee. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want ... uh," I stuttered.

"Tell me!" he insisted.

Uh ... ah ... I want to be dressed like this. I do! I love dressing like a
girl so much. I want to be Mandy!"

"Had you ever seen a grown man's hard cock before today?"

"Just Daddy's."

"Was he hard?"

"Well, yeah. He had just gotten out of the bed one morning. The bedroom
door was open a little, and I saw it."

"Ah, morning wood," he laughed. "So what did you think? Did you wonder how
it would feel?"

"Yes."

"Did you want to suck his cock?"

"I don't know."

"Well, did you, or did you not? It's a simple question."

"No!" I said, crying yet again. "I didn't want to suck his cock! I want to
suck YOURS!"

I had no idea why I said that! I didn't! I just knew I wanted his cock in
Mandy's mouth more than anything!


Chapter 4 – Bedtime For Mandy

After my admission, Mr. Rogers rocked me and whispered in my ear –
telling me how pretty I was – until I settled down.

I should tell you now that he was extremely handsome! He was 6'4" and about
230 pounds; at least 10 years younger than Daddy, and also a war vet like
Daddy. He farmed, too, and he was strong and tan, and I was still
mesmerized by the size of his cock.

"So tell me again what you want, Mandy?" he asked.

"You!" I giggled. "Mandy wants you."

"What about me do you want?"

"I want your cock in my mouth!"

"What else?" he asked.

"What else is there?" I asked naively. I knew every inch of my sisters'
bodies, and about how fucking a girl worked. Mary Beth had explained that
to my sisters and me, as you know. But I was totally clueless about what
was happening now, and had no idea he wanted to fuck my pooper-hole.

Mr. Rogers moved me off of his lap, went to a closet and brought back a
reel-to-reel movie projector and a collapsible screen. He set them up,
started a movie rolling, pulled me onto his lap again and turned off the
lights. I couldn't believe what I saw in vivid black and white on the small
silver screen! A man as big as Mr. Rogers – in stature and dick size –
was pumping his cock in and out of a little boy! Granted, the little boy
was wearing a poodle skirt, blouse and saddle oxfords, but he was without
panties. There was no denying he was a boy, despite how pretty and girly he
looked. You could see his peeny bouncing up and down, and it was no bigger
than mine.

"Wow!" I said. "I can't believe that. The little boy looks like he's loving
it. How did the man get his big thing in his pooty? Doesn't it hurt?"

"They tell me it does, Mandy. At first. They say a little girl like you
gets over the pain very quickly and it starts to feel really good. But I
can't say for sure – I've never been with anyone like you or man. Never
wanted to until I saw you and your sisters naked at the spring. They're hot
– but I'm hotter for you. That's why I bought the movie. Want to try
it?"

"Yes, when it's over. I want to watch the rest."

After the little boy had been thoroughly plowed, the man pulled out and
came all over him. That was the first wet cum I had ever seen.

"So if I do it right, your stuff will shoot on me?" I asked.

"That's how it works, Mandy."

"Wow! Let's go do it now!"

I squirmed off of his lap and tried my best to pull him to his feet. I'd
only been in Mr. Rogers' den and kitchen before, so he had to lead me to
the bedroom. I started to unbutton my blouse, but he stopped me.

"I want you dressed when you suck me, honey," he said.

I nodded, moved to my knees, and touched a hard cock other than my own for
the first time. My sisters had sucked my thingy plenty of times, so I knew
the basics, but I just wanted to examine and feel his for a moment. I was
spellbound.

When I finally took as much of him as I could in my mouth, Mr. Rogers
gasped. Mary Beth, Alice and Suzy had taught me well, and I was soon
bobbing up and down on his cock and fondling his balls.

After a little while of basking in my charms (ha!), he said, "It's time to
stop, baby – I'm about to cum. That was great!"

I liked hearing that. He picked me up, laid me on the bed and I spread my
legs like I'd seen the little boy in the movie do.

"Can I keep everything on while you fuck me?" I asked. "Thank for not
making me wear panties – there's nothing in the way."

He reached for a jar of Vaseline he had on his nightstand and lubed himself
and me up. His finger in me felt SO good. It felt even better when he got a
second finger in, then I nearly came when he entered me with a third.

Mr. Rogers lined his cock up with my tiny hole and pushed the head past its
tight sphincter.

I screamed in agony, "Please take it out! It hurts too bad!"

"You're trying to poop my cock out, honey," he said. "I guess that's
natural the first time. Just relax your pooper muscles. You can do it. Take
deep breaths."

I did, and sure enough the pain began to subside. He pushed the head and
two full inches of shaft in and I screamed again, "You're splitting me in
two! Please stop!"

Mr. Rogers whispered in my ear, "You're trying to poop me out again. I
think if you can make yourself relax, it's going to start feeling good,
baby. Just think about how much the little girly boy in the movie was
enjoying it."

"Okay," I said. "I'll try." But tears were flooding from my eyes.

He moved in another two inches and it DID start to feel good.

"Almost there," he said. "Ready for the rest?"

"I think so."

Mr. Rogers buried himself to the hilt in me, then let me adjust.

"It feels pretty good now. So stretched. So full," I moaned. "Please fuck
me. Please!"

He began to move in and out and I reacted by fucking back. The pace
quickened and we started to sweat and breath hard.

"Mr. Rogers, I don't want to mess up the pretty skirt. Don't shoot on me, I
would really like for you to cum inside me."

What I didn't tell him was that I wanted my sisters to see his cum leaking
out of me and let them taste it. All of a sudden, I arched my back as much
as I could against his weight, moaned and orgasmed – dry as always.

Without stopping, he asked, "Feel good?"

"Oh, god, yes!" I sighed, and I felt his cock starting to throb. "Fuck me
hard! Come in me! Fill me up!"

Mr. Rogers exploded and I could somehow tell how massive his load was. My
sisters were going to have a real treat.

After he pulled out, he kissed me for the first time and held me in his
arms. Even as stretched and sore as my pootie was becoming, I was
determined too have his cock in me once more before I had to go home.

After about 20 minutes of spooning, I felt Mr. Rogers start to erect
against my naked ass. I reached back and stroked him until he was totally
hard again. He asked me to move onto my all fours and raise my ass up.

"Think you can take it all right now?" he asked.

"I think so, put it all the way in, please."

In just a few seconds, he was fucking me like there would be no tomorrow.

But there would be more tomorrows. A lot of them.