My sister Rosa and I were sitting in the backseat of a long black stretch limo on our way to the airport, on our way to Mexico for a little R & R. We were eating peeled grapes and strawberries dipped in dark chocolate and drinking champagne. And I was having my pussy eaten - courtesy of our benefactor, some rich good-looking Manhattan bad-boy playboy type we'd met in the casino just last night.

My big sister Rosa - she's a little more than a year older than me - she lives in Philly and comes to visit me in Atlantic City at least once a month. We've had some wild times together, she and I - with more guys than either of us can remember.

It started one night back in high school when I caught her making out with my boyfriend. He was my first real boyfriend. I was fourteen, she was fifteen, and the boy was sixteen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It really hurt my feelings. The rest of the family was gone to visit relatives for the day. She'd been laying on top of him under a tree in our backyard, kissing him and rubbing his dick through his jeans. When she looked up and saw the look on my face, she started laughing and invited me to join them. At first I didn't want to, but she sat up and moved her hand from his crotch, then stood up and touched my breasts and started kissing me. At first I freaked out, but then the shock wore off and realized how good it felt. I slid my tongue into her mouth.
We moved the party in the house to our bedroom, where I had real full-blown sex for the first time in my life. I was surprised that Rosa knew so much about it all because we were from a good Catholic Italian family, and she always seemed so pious. We even went to an all-girls Catholic high school, where she'd managed to fool the nuns and priests into thinking she was one of the good girls.

But here she was, rolling around naked in our bed with me and this boy, rubbing and touching me in places only I had touched before - while the boy in question (we'd both forgotten his name a long time ago) french-kissed me and at the same time, he was busy squeezing her breasts. He must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven. I'd always known her boobs were bigger than mine - that much was obvious - but I remember being surprised that her nipples were so big and brown because my own were small and pink. I also remember being surprised that it felt SO much better and made me so much wetter when she sucked on them than when he did.

She and I kissed and kissed. I couldn't believe how warm and soft her tongue was. She kissed my face and sucked on my neck. She pressed her big warm breasts up against mine. She opened my legs and then she went and slid her hand up the inside of my thigh until her fingertips reached my pussy. She parted my pussylips with her fingers and found my clit. She rubbed on it for a few minutes and then slipped two fingers all the way up inside me. She moved them in and out a few times. I thought I was going to faint from feeling so good. Then she pulled her fingers out and the boy climbed on top of me and clumsily jammed his hard dick up against my tight virgin pussy. And then he pushed once and it popped right in. It felt warm and sticky between my legs, but it didn't hurt half as bad as I'd expected it to. He was grabbing my boobies and drooling and pumping away. In a matter of minutes, he started moaning loudly and I felt a second, much larger flood between my legs, and the boy fell limply against me, breathing hard. All this time, my big sister Rosa was tongue-kissing me and holding my hand.

The boy soon rolled off me and started snoring. Rosa climbed on and took his place. She arched her back and mashed her cunt up against mine hard and started moving; gently rocking back and forth - at first slowly and then picking up steam. She leaned over and licked my nipples and sucked just the very tips into her mouth. I grabbed her bottom and held it tight and we kept mashing our pussies together until we were both moaning out loud and cumming.

That lucky boy was just the first of many we shared during our high school years. My favorite was the captain of the football team at the local all-boy's Catholic school. He thought he was hot shit, but he couldn't handle the two of us. He blew his wad just twice - once with each of us - and was totally out of commission after that. I was hot to trot and ready to go again, but he just couldn't do it. So we laughed at him and tied him to the bed and made him watch as we kissed and finger-fucked each other until we both came. By that time, he had a boner as big as Texas. We laughed at him again and Rosa was going to give him a handjob, but he blew his load all over her as soon as she touched his penis. Neither one of them thought it was even a little bit funny, but I about pissed myself laughing. He never talked to either of us again. We laughed everytime we saw him.

We both stayed in town and went straight to beauty school after graduating, and we moved on to playing with college boys and married men. Wasn't long, though, before we decided this town was a little small for our liking, and we ought to move away. We'd just about run through all the men in town, anyway.

At first we moved together from Jersey City to Philly and landed jobs at the most upscale hair salon in town. We're both really good stylists, so it wasn't very long before we'd attracted a steady clientele and both of us were making excellent money. We pooled our salaries and tips and were able to afford a decent two-bedroom apartment and some nice furniture. We bought some awesome clothes and had great hair and looked good all the time. Really.

During this time, she was engaged briefly - very briefly - to a mechanic named Nick. I had sex with him, both with her and without her. Sex with him with her was a lot better than sex with him without her. Whatever . . . the engagement was over with in a matter of months. And then Rosa met some guy who was way deep into gambling. He was also way loaded and he took off to Atlantic City nearly every weekend and hit all the casinos. He started taking her with him. He bought her a whole new wardrobe and some nice jewelry. One weekend she asked me if I wanted to go with them. I'd never been gambling or to Atlantic City, so I agreed in a heartbeat.

The bling, the glamour, the excitement . . . the rich guys . . . I loved it - I loved every little bit of it. Atlantic City was my town from the very first moment I got there. And Atlantic City loved me. too - everyone I wanted was flirting with me. Drinks and chips were flying at me from every direction. I'd never seen so many rich guys - and handsome ones, too - in one place before. I'd never been propositioned so often in my life. I was eating this right up.

Scott was tall and gorgeous. He proclaimed me his lucky charm as soon as he met me and he flipped me a chip everytime he had a win, which was more often than not. I had more than a month's salary in less than ten minutes. He was one of the casino's most valued highrollers and they always comped him an enormous suite and loads of perks. At the end of the evening, he and I went to his room. I called Rosa, who was eating lobster, drinking champagne and watching pay-per-view porn because her guy was worn out after a hard week at work and had passed out after the blowjob she'd given him. I told her to hurry up; that we'd leave the door open for her.

He and I were already fucking in the Jacuzzi when she got there. She got out of her clothes and joined us immediately. Rosa and I kissed and we licked and sucked each other's nipples while Scott watched us and played with his dick. He suggested we get out of the Jacuzzi and get some champagne and go to bed. Sounded like a good idea to us.

He laid back on the huge bed and relaxed as my sister and I licked and nibbled up and down every inch of his toned and fit body. His orgasm came a lot quicker than any of us expected him to.

The next weekend I visited Atlantic City all by myself and I had a blast - or several blasts, if you want to be accurate. And when I left there on Monday morning, I had a new job as cocktail waitress in one of the most popular casinos in town. I couldn't wait ! I went back to Philly to close it all down.

Rosa invited one of her favorite boyfriends over to her apartment for my farewell party. The three of us spent the whole of my last night there licking and sucking everything we could. I lay on top of Rosa, kissing her. Jack had fucked me up the ass while Rosa and I had mashed our boobies and our cunts together. Man, it felt good ! And then we'd all traded off - the three of us must have tried every position known to mankind before the sun came up and we all passed out.

Living in Atlantic City suited me even better than I'd expected it to. Tons of booze, money and rich guys were literally coming out of the woodwork at me. It was non-stop. I'd never felt so beautiful; so wanted in my whole entire life. I really had no desire to have a serious relationship right now; I was loving the hedonistic lifestyle I had here. I had no responsibility whatsoever - and that suited me just fine. I had a different guy every time I wanted one - which was almost every night. And they all gave me nice gifts. I was born for this kind of life. If I met some rich guy who wanted to marry me and take me away to a house in the 'burbs and give me a couple of cute kids to raise, I might go for it . . . and then again, I might not.

Rosa and I met Jason last night. I was working, and Rosa had just arrived for a week-long visit. Jason was winning big and tipping big - which meant that Rosa and I were smiling big. Before long my shift was over, the casino was closed, and the three of us found ourselves upstairs in his room drinking bottle after bottle of complimentary champagne, splashing around in the Jacuzzi and feeling each other up. There were tongues and hands and boobs everywhere. Rosa and I hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks, and I'd missed her a lot. I sucked on her big soft titties and finger-fucked her until she came while Jason screwed me from behind. It wasn't long before I felt his hot load fill my steaming pussy. I wasn't ready to stop just yet. Jason pulled his dick out of my hot, slick slit and went to the other side of the Jacuzzi and watched as Rosa licked my nipples and kissed my neck. Now it was my turn to get finger-fucked; I leaned back and spread my legs wide open. I shivered and laughed as she poured half a bottle of cold champagne over my breasts and licked it off. I could see Jason furiously jerking off across the way. Rosa was finger-fucking herself at the same time she was doing me. I could tell that we were both speeding towards a rollicking orgasm. I fucked her willing mouth with my stiff tongue as I mashed my small breasts into her big soft ones. We'd sort of continued down the same path all night. It all just kept feeling good, so we just kept doing it. Once in awhile, one of us would fall asleep briefly - but the other two of us would wake them up ever-so-pleasantly, licking and sucking and biting gently. I woke up one time; I was screaming and cumming. Rosa's finger was sliding in and out of my sleeping cunt and Jason's tongue was torturing my exposed clit.

We took a little nap and then we all woke up and called room service for breakfast and drank some more champagne. Jason wanted to go to visit a friend in Mexico later in the day and asked us if we wanted to go with him. He has his own private jet. It was Rosa's vacation. and Jason was best friends with my boss, so there was nothing holding us back. We were packed and in the limo, speeding towards the airport in no time flat.