Joy of Thigh Highs

A long time ago, a girlfriend introduced me to the wonders that are elastic topped, thigh-high hose. Until then, I had only considered that there were basically two types; fully fashioned stockings and pantyhose. And honestly, I ran into far more pantyhose than I did stockings at the end of a garter belt. I was young, the ladies I dated were also young and the disposable income needed for wearing “real” stockings instead of pantyhose just wasn’t there. Don’t get me wrong, I liked a woman in hose and still do today, there’s nothing in the world like the feeling of nylon under your hand and the body heat rising through it.

But this young lady wore thigh-highs because she found them easier to deal with than hose. Get a run in pantyhose and it’s gone. Get a run in one stocking, toss it and keep the other as a spare; simple economics. Plus she didn’t have to fool with multiple layers when, ahem, using the ladies room.

She found it quite amusing when we were on the date that moved us past second base (Hey, she was and still is a lady. We courted.), my hand went far enough under her skirt to get above the elastic to find bare flesh. We almost went past third when I found out exactly how long the gap between fabrics went. She had been feeling a bit naughty that evening while we were out and just before we left the restaurant, her panties wound up in her purse during a trip to the powder room. We had to put the brakes on things afterwards because both of us were living at home and the ‘rents were at home that evening. Neither of us wanted to attempt to consummate the relationship in the back of a 1980 Honda Prelude.

From there on, she always wore thigh-highs on every date and because we worked in the same facility, she wore them to work as well. We never had sex at work, but on more than one occasion she was propped up against a wall with her skirt around her waist and everything underneath easily accessible.

For some nice examples, check out this delightful Tumblr:  http://kneehighs.tumblr.com/

Winning

It wasn’t like having sex in a porn flick; lying on top of her, my nose buried in her hair, smelling her excitement while kissing her neck and shoulder. I couldn’t see her legs, but from the way her heels bumped into my kidneys every few seconds, I imagined that they were spread apart by my hips between them and were curled back to give me the deepest access inside of her.

It wasn’t fucking.

It wasn’t making love.

It was just sex.

I could say that her pussy gripped me, like a velvet glove, but it was more warm, wet, and slippery. It touched every single millimeter of my cock, bringing me to the edge of cumming every single second I was in there and just tight enough to remind me of where I was and what I was doing, as if the sounds emanating from her body weren’t enough.

She moaned. She whined. She cried. She gasped. She said foul, filthy things that would have shocked her parents and our friends, but to me they turned me on and made me harder than I ever thought I could be. And in turn, she expected the same from me.

“Tell me, tell me what I’m doing,” I’d say to encourage her.

“My cunt, you’ve got your big cock in my cunt!”

“What am I doing with it, bitch? What am I doing with it in your cunt?”

“Fucking me! Oh God, you’re fucking my cunt!”

At this point, conversation would usually go off the rails and the grunts and groans of sex would take over. I liked hearing them more than I did her filthy mouth; it meant I was doing everything right and she couldn’t say a word anymore. Right about now she shook as if someone shocked her, then cried out as her orgasm took over and it was my turn to cum.

I used to think it was gentlemanly or chivalrous to let her cum first, but eventually she (and other women) disabused me of that notion. To her, at least, it was a race to see who could get the other to cum first; she wanted me to cum more than she wanted to cum herself. Oh she wanted her orgasm, especially after something particularly athletic or naughty. But to her, like me, sex wasn’t complete or satisfying unless your partner was screaming your name to whatever deity they worshipped. Or decided to worship in those few seconds.

This time, she came first and I followed a couple of seconds later. The shaking of her body underneath me and around my cock was always a deal closer; I was pushing myself as deep and hard as I could, trying to stay inside as long as possible and maybe, just maybe, stay inside long enough to get hard again.

That was dessert.  Remain inside and if you’re horny enough, you get hard again and have more sex.

Or fucking.

Or making love.

That was winning the race.

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Waiting in the Kitchen

What mattered wasn’t how she came to be where she was, what mattered was what you were going to do about it. Her right foot on the counter by the stove, the left on the opposite counter by the dishwasher, and both hands holding onto the counter behind her with her legs spread; waiting for you to come in the tiny galley kitchen. You smell the excitement coming from her pussy, which is waiting for you; exposed by her dress riding up on her hips.

She’s not moving as you approach, her face so neutral it’s almost angry except for the look of primal lust in her eyes that says, “If you want to fuck me, you’re going to work for it.” You take out your cock so she can see that you’re semi hard and getting harder, step between her stocking clad legs, and rub yourself against her. Now she moves, her hips instinctively rolling forward and backwards, feeling her juices smear against your cock until you’re dripping as much as she is.

One quick push and you’re in. Her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ of surprise, as if you did something totally unexpected, but the pink tongue flicking out to moisten her lips says otherwise. Holding her thighs, you offer without words to hold her up and wrap those nylon covered legs of hers around your waist, but a minute shake of her head and they stay where they are. Your task at the moment is very clear; you plunge as deep inside of her as you can, back and forth, in and out, the sounds of your bodies oddly reflected off the kitchen walls.

Now she makes a noise. A keening that starts somewhere deep in her body gradually grows until she’s practically screaming at the top of her lungs. Fuck the neighbors, they’ve heard it before. She’s now screaming like the bansidhe from the stories of her Celtic ancestors, her auburn curls whipping wildly back and forth, and you feel her pussy grab at your cock; she’s coming. You’re glad her hands are on the countertop; otherwise the furrows her nails leave in the Formica would be on your back and ass.

“Now!” She cries, her lilting Irish accent now guttural and almost ugly, “Cum in me damn you!”

There’s a loud thump as she finally lets go of the countertop and you’re both propelled backwards against the wall, hips jerking against hers as you cum. She cries out again, her nails raking across the back of your shirt leaving red marks underneath instead of a bloody trail. You gradually slow, her pussy greedily milking the last drops of cum from your cock before you both gasp as it’s ejected.

“What do you want for dinner?” You ask jokingly.

”I thought we’d just eat out.”

Sister In-Law

’s talk about wrong.  Real wrong.  Like lusting after and fucking your sister-in-law.

My wife and her sister share a large amount of similarities, especially from the back.  Both are the same height, same hair, same ass, and the same body language.  So when she was here for a visit and standing one morning in the kitchen, I naturally assumed that it was my wife.  Walking up behind her, I pressed my crotch into her ass and reached around, cupping a handful of tit.  Then realized my mistake when after a second she jumped and squealed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, “Ann, I’m sorry!  I thought you were Beth!”

She was laughing and catching her breath, “Oh God, Paul, you scared me!  I thought my ex was creeping up on me.”

We laughed about it, going on with our day, but I never forgot that for that brief second, she pushed back against me.

Over a year later, I had a business trip scheduled for her town so my wife suggested that we get together.

“Hello?”

“Ann, it’s Paul.”

“Hi!  What’s my favorite brother-in-law up to?”

“Well, I’ll be down there next week and wanted to get together for dinner.”

“Great!  I know a real nice Italian place that you’d love.”

“Cool.  I’ll be staying at the Marriott downtown, so I’ll meet you at the restaurant?”

“Marriott?  Why not stay here?”

“Well, It’s a company trip and…”

“No, I won’t hear it.  You’re family.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday.”

“See you then!  We’re gonna have fun!”

And that was that.  I cancelled my hotel, printed out a map to get me to and from her place.  The accidental grab stirred in the back of my mind, making me remember how much fun it was to see her around the house, so much like Beth and so different.  She tended to wear soft but clinging lounge wear, which seemed to hang from nipples that never got soft.  At the very least I would get a chance to peek and see how much alike she and her sister are.

I landed Monday evening, picked up my rental and drove out to her apartment.  She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek.  She showed me to the bedroom, causing me to do a doubletake.

“Uh, Ann.  Where are you sleeping?”  It was a one bedroom apartment.

“Oh, don’t worry about me.  I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Ann, I can’t kick you out of your bed.”

“Don’t be silly.  You’re in a strange town and you need to be your best for your meeting.  It’s a very comfy couch.”

Well, one thing I learned about Beth and her sister; once they made up their minds, it was difficult changing them.  I unpacked and got ready for bed, soon I was asleep.

I awoke at one point, sensing something in the room.  Opening my eyes, I saw a silhouette moving from the closet.  Focusing better, I saw that it was Ann and she was stark naked.  Quietly, she opened the dresser and picked out underwear.  I watched as she bent over, pulling up stockings, clipping on a bra, and pulling a dress over her head.  Turning, she left the room as silently as she came in.

Shit, I thought, that definitely would leave a guy with a hard on, which mine was raging.  Not wanting to waste it, I began stroking it, under the covers when she came back into the room.

“Paul?” she said softly.

Feigning sleep, I mumbled “Yes?”

“I have to go.  Meet you at the restaurant at 7?  I left you the address on the kitchen table.”

“Okay.  See you there.”  And she left.  I waited until I heard the door close before getting up.  I sat there for a minute with my cock poking through my boxers.

“Goddamn,” I said to myself.  Now I knew that they were different.  Ann had a slightly slimmer body, but with the same tits and ass.  I wasn’t exactly sure, but it looked like she opted for the smooth look.  I didn’t remember seeing any hint of hair, then it hit me; she didn’t put any panties on.  That was a major difference between them, although I distinctly remembered when Beth and I were dating, she frequently went commando when she was horny and expected to get some dick that night.  Man, I wondered who the lucky guy was.  She must be having a nooner or something before we had dinner.

Still groggy, I went to the kitchen, made myself some coffee, and got ready for my meetings.  I almost completely forgot about that morning until I met her for dinner that evening.

The day was a nasty combination of boring and brutal.  By the time it was all over, I was ready for a relaxing dinner and drink.  When I walked into the restaurant, she waved at me from the bar.  Crossing to meet her, I was struck by her.  She sat with her legs crossed, the slit in her skirt open just above the knee showing off a lot of stockinged leg, looking as if she was waiting for her date.

She hugged me, giving me a peck on the lips that bordered on leaving the “sisterly” relationship we had.  I began wondering about who she dressed for this morning.

I ordered a drink and we made small talk until out table was ready.  The whole time, she laughed at my lamest jokes, watched me intently, touching my knee from time to time.  A tension was building between us, one that shouldn’t have.  I began to think that the man she didn’t wear her panties for that day was me.

Impossible, I thought.  Impossible.  She’s just being friendly.

Our table was called and we left the bar, threading through other diners following the waiter.  I had a very hard time keeping my eyes from her ass, which I knew was totally uncovered.  It seemed to be swaying back and forth just for me.

Dinner was a repeat of the bar.  She kept up eye contact, touched my hand and arm, and I felt a foot swing against my leg every few minutes.  I managed to keep my cool for the rest of dinner, telling myself over and over that I was imagining it all.  Finally, dessert was finished and the bill paid, we left the restaurant.

I walked her to her car, which was parked to the back of the restaurant.  She took my arm as we headed for her car, pulling me close.  I caught the scent of her hair, mixing with her perfume, as her head rested on my arm.  We reached her car and she let go to open the door.  Suddenly, she backed into me and before I knew it, her hands were on my ass pulling my groin into her.  I could feel my now rock hard cock fitting perfectly in between her ass cheeks and she could too.

“Paul,” she husked, “Do you remember when you did this last?”

“Yes,” I managed to croak out.

“Do you remember what you did next?”

It wasn’t a question; I raised my hands and cupped her tits.  She let out a moan and melted back into me, turning her head so her mouth could meet mine.  I couldn’t stand it; I turned her around and began kissing her as my hands roamed around her body.  She responded by wrapping one leg around me and pulling me closer, grinding her crotch against my leg.  I pulled up her skirt, sliding one hand between her legs, searching for her pussy.  She grabbed it, shoving it against her wet snatch.  I began fingering her as we kissed and fondled each other in the parking lot.

“Home,” she husked, “Home so I can fuck that cock.”

I was almost beyond caring, I was ready to mount her right there in the lot, but I realized that it was pure luck that we hadn’t been seen yet.  We parted reluctantly and I jogged to my car.  I pulled out of the lot minutes after her.

Her apartment was only a short distance, but it seemed to take forever to get there.  I pulled up, got out and climbed the stairs to her floor.  Reaching her door, I found it ajar.

“Ann?”

“Back here,” she said from the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, I found her on the bed, naked.  Pausing, I admired her sexy body and couldn’t help compare it to my wife’s.  Both had curly brown hair and green eyes, but Ann’s tits were a bit smaller with small pointed nipples.  She was covered with freckles, but had darker skin due to her outdoor activities.  She had shapely legs that ended in a nice, rounded ass.  Sitting there, she rubbed her hands back and forth from her tits to pussy, which was shaved bald (Beth was more of a natural girl).

“You like?” she purred.

“Oh yes,” I said as I moved toward the bed, shedding my clothes as I went.  As I reached it, she helped with my trousers, unzipping them and pulling out my cock.  She proceeded to lick and suck it, as she pumped her hand up and down the length.  I tore my shirt off and managed to get my pants down without pulling my dick out of her mouth.  Even though it was an excellent blowjob, her tongue was doing amazing things to the underside and slit on my cock, I wanted to be in her pussy bad.  I pulled out of her mouth, climbed on the bed, and maneuvered between her legs.  She grabbed my cock and guided it to her wet snatch.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, “Put that cock in my cunt and fuck me!”

With one motion, I slid into her wetness, pushing to the hilt.  She let out a yell as I began pounding into her.

“Fuck me!  Oh God, fuck me!” she yelled.

Planting my hands on either side of her head, I watched as she thrashed under me, grunting and yelling as my cock slid in and out of her.  She reached up and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me hard.

She pulled away with a look of surprise on her face as she came.

“FUUUCKK!” she moaned loudly.

I  could feel her juices slather my cock as I began to feel myself getting closer and closer.  Letting out a loud grunt, I shot my load into her, pushing my cock as deep as I could and lifting her hips off the bed.  She screamed as she came, jamming her pussy down further onto my cock.  I kept pounding into her until I felt the last of my cum spurt out of her and my fucked out dick slipped out of her wet, messy pussy.  I rolled over onto the bed beside her and we laid there for awhile, hot, sweaty, and sticky with each other’s cum.

In the back of my mind, a little voice was squeaking that I had just fucked my sister-in-law, but my dick was telling me loud and clear that this was the best pussy I had had since, well, Beth.  I could feel it stirring between my legs, wanting more.

“Oho!” I heard Ann chortle, “It seems he wants more.”  With that, she slid down the bed between my legs and slid my cock into her mouth to work over with that amazing tongue of hers.  Slowly, but surely, I rose back to hardness.  If anything, I seemed harder than before.  Ann remarked on it.

“I really love your cock,” she cooed between mouthfuls, “You have an amazing recovery time just like Beth said you would.”

Waittaminute!

“Beth said I would?” I asked not believing what I heard.

Ann smiled devilishly from my rock hard cock as she stroked it in her fist.

“Of course,” smiling again as she swallowed me, then ran fingers up and down the underside, “We share a lot, including boyfriends during college.”

Huh?  Ann giggled at the look on my face, “We traded partners all through college.  It was great to have her show up at my door with some horny stud she had fucked and knew that I’d love to have a piece.”

“You’d have a threesome with Beth?”

“Oh yes!”  Another long lick up and down, “Do you know how many guys were just dying to get it on with two girls, let alone two sisters?”

“So, she knows about this?”  I was really having trouble wrapping my brain around this.

“Of course she does,” she said as she slid around and lowered her pussy onto me.  My hips rose to meet hers.  Leaning forward, she scooped her cell phone off the night table and punched a speed dial.  I heard Beth answer.

“Beth?  Ann.  You were right, he does come back fast.  I have him in me right now and it feels gooood,” a moan escaped her lips.  I heard a laugh from the phone and Beth asking for me.  Ann handed me the phone and got busy gyrating her hips on my cock.

“Paul?”

“Yes babe?” I managed to grunt out.

“Fuck her good for me; I wouldn’t fuck her ex because he was slimeball.  So we have a lot to make up for.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will baby, just put the phone down so I can cum with you both.  Oh, squeeze her tits.  She loves that.”

I put the phone where Beth could listen in and reached up and squeezed Ann’s tits.  She shrieked with pleasure and I felt her juices drip down my cock as I grabbed her hips and began fucking her back.

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Sister In-Law

By One Degree

Let’s talk about wrong.  Real wrong.  Like lusting after and fucking your sister-in-law.

My wife and her sister share a large amount of similarities, especially from the back.  Both are the same height, same hair, same ass, and the same body language.  So when she was here for a visit and standing one morning in the kitchen, I naturally assumed that it was my wife.  Walking up behind her, I pressed my crotch into her ass and reached around, cupping a handful of tit.  Then realized my mistake when after a second she jumped and squealed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, “Ann, I’m sorry!  I thought you were Beth!”

She was laughing and catching her breath, “Oh God, Paul, you scared me!  I thought my ex was creeping up on me.”

We laughed about it, going on with our day, but I never forgot that for that brief second, she pushed back against me.

Over a year later, I had a business trip scheduled for her town so my wife suggested that we get together.

“Hello?”

“Ann, it’s Paul.”

“Hi!  What’s my favorite brother-in-law up to?”

“Well, I’ll be down there next week and wanted to get together for dinner.”

“Great!  I know a real nice Italian place that you’d love.”

“Cool.  I’ll be staying at the Marriott downtown, so I’ll meet you at the restaurant?”

“Marriott?  Why not stay here?”

“Well, It’s a company trip and…”

“No, I won’t hear it.  You’re family.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday.”

“See you then!  We’re gonna have fun!”

And that was that.  I cancelled my hotel, printed out a map to get me to and from her place.  The accidental grab stirred in the back of my mind, making me remember how much fun it was to see her around the house, so much like Beth and so different.  She tended to wear soft but clinging lounge wear, which seemed to hang from nipples that never got soft.  At the very least I would get a chance to peek and see how much alike she and her sister are.

I landed Monday evening, picked up my rental and drove out to her apartment.  She greeted me with a hug and a peck on the cheek.  She showed me to the bedroom, causing me to do a doubletake.

“Uh, Ann.  Where are you sleeping?”  It was a one bedroom apartment.

“Oh, don’t worry about me.  I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Ann, I can’t kick you out of your bed.”

“Don’t be silly.  You’re in a strange town and you need to be your best for your meeting.  It’s a very comfy couch.”

Well, one thing I learned about Beth and her sister; once they made up their minds, it was difficult changing them.  I unpacked and got ready for bed, soon I was asleep.

I awoke at one point, sensing something in the room.  Opening my eyes, I saw a silhouette moving from the closet.  Focusing better, I saw that it was Ann and she was stark naked.  Quietly, she opened the dresser and picked out underwear.  I watched as she bent over, pulling up stockings, clipping on a bra, and pulling a dress over her head.  Turning, she left the room as silently as she came in.

Shit, I thought, that definitely would leave a guy with a hard on, which mine was raging.  Not wanting to waste it, I began stroking it, under the covers when she came back into the room.

“Paul?” she said softly.

Feigning sleep, I mumbled “Yes?”

“I have to go.  Meet you at the restaurant at 7?  I left you the address on the kitchen table.”

“Okay.  See you there.”  And she left.  I waited until I heard the door close before getting up.  I sat there for a minute with my cock poking through my boxers.

“Goddamn,” I said to myself.  Now I knew that they were different.  Ann had a slightly slimmer body, but with the same tits and ass.  I wasn’t exactly sure, but it looked like she opted for the smooth look.  I didn’t remember seeing any hint of hair, then it hit me; she didn’t put any panties on.  That was a major difference between them, although I distinctly remembered when Beth and I were dating, she frequently went commando when she was horny and expected to get some dick that night.  Man, I wondered who the lucky guy was.  She must be having a nooner or something before we had dinner.

Still groggy, I went to the kitchen, made myself some coffee, and got ready for my meetings.  I almost completely forgot about that morning until I met her for dinner that evening.

The day was a nasty combination of boring and brutal.  By the time it was all over, I was ready for a relaxing dinner and drink.  When I walked into the restaurant, she waved at me from the bar.  Crossing to meet her, I was struck by her.  She sat with her legs crossed, the slit in her skirt open just above the knee showing off a lot of stockinged leg, looking as if she was waiting for her date.

She hugged me, giving me a peck on the lips that bordered on leaving the “sisterly” relationship we had.  I began wondering about who she dressed for this morning.

I ordered a drink and we made small talk until out table was ready.  The whole time, she laughed at my lamest jokes, watched me intently, touching my knee from time to time.  A tension was building between us, one that shouldn’t have.  I began to think that the man she didn’t wear her panties for that day was me.

Impossible, I thought.  Impossible.  She’s just being friendly.

Our table was called and we left the bar, threading through other diners following the waiter.  I had a very hard time keeping my eyes from her ass, which I knew was totally uncovered.  It seemed to be swaying back and forth just for me.

Dinner was a repeat of the bar.  She kept up eye contact, touched my hand and arm, and I felt a foot swing against my leg every few minutes.  I managed to keep my cool for the rest of dinner, telling myself over and over that I was imagining it all.  Finally, dessert was finished and the bill paid, we left the restaurant.

I walked her to her car, which was parked to the back of the restaurant.  She took my arm as we headed for her car, pulling me close.  I caught the scent of her hair, mixing with her perfume, as her head rested on my arm.  We reached her car and she let go to open the door.  Suddenly, she backed into me and before I knew it, her hands were on my ass pulling my groin into her.  I could feel my now rock hard cock fitting perfectly in between her ass cheeks and she could too.

“Paul,” she husked, “Do you remember when you did this last?”

“Yes,” I managed to croak out.

“Do you remember what you did next?”

It wasn’t a question; I raised my hands and cupped her tits.  She let out a moan and melted back into me, turning her head so her mouth could meet mine.  I couldn’t stand it; I turned her around and began kissing her as my hands roamed around her body.  She responded by wrapping one leg around me and pulling me closer, grinding her crotch against my leg.  I pulled up her skirt, sliding one hand between her legs, searching for her pussy.  She grabbed it, shoving it against her wet snatch.  I began fingering her as we kissed and fondled each other in the parking lot.

“Home,” she husked, “Home so I can fuck that cock.”

 I was almost beyond caring, I was ready to mount her right there in the lot, but I realized that it was pure luck that we hadn’t been seen yet.  We parted reluctantly and I jogged to my car.  I pulled out of the lot minutes after her.

Her apartment was only a short distance, but it seemed to take forever to get there.  I pulled up, got out and climbed the stairs to her floor.  Reaching her door, I found it ajar.

“Ann?”

“Back here,” she said from the bedroom.

Pushing the door open, I found her on the bed, naked.  Pausing, I admired her sexy body and couldn’t help compare it to my wife’s.  Both had curly brown hair and green eyes, but Ann’s tits were a bit smaller with small pointed nipples.  She was covered with freckles, but had darker skin due to her outdoor activities.  She had shapely legs that ended in a nice, rounded ass.  Sitting there, she rubbed her hands back and forth from her tits to pussy, which was shaved bald (Beth was more of a natural girl).

“You like?” she purred.

“Oh yes,” I said as I moved toward the bed, shedding my clothes as I went.  As I reached it, she helped with my trousers, unzipping them and pulling out my cock.  She proceeded to lick and suck it, as she pumped her hand up and down the length.  I tore my shirt off and managed to get my pants down without pulling my dick out of her mouth.  Even though it was an excellent blowjob, her tongue was doing amazing things to the underside and slit on my cock, I wanted to be in her pussy bad.  I pulled out of her mouth, climbed on the bed, and maneuvered between her legs.  She grabbed my cock and guided it to her wet snatch.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, “Put that cock in my cunt and fuck me!”

With one motion, I slid into her wetness, pushing to the hilt.  She let out a yell as I began pounding into her.

“Fuck me!  Oh God, fuck me!” she yelled.

Planting my hands on either side of her head, I watched as she thrashed under me, grunting and yelling as my cock slid in and out of her.  She reached up and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me hard.

She pulled away with a look of surprise on her face as she came.

“FUUUCKK!” she moaned loudly.

I  could feel her juices slather my cock as I began to feel myself getting closer and closer.  Letting out a loud grunt, I shot my load into her, pushing my cock as deep as I could and lifting her hips off the bed.  She screamed as she came, jamming her pussy down further onto my cock.  I kept pounding into her until I felt the last of my cum spurt out of her and my fucked out dick slipped out of her wet, messy pussy.  I rolled over onto the bed beside her and we laid there for awhile, hot, sweaty, and sticky with each other’s cum.

In the back of my mind, a little voice was squeaking that I had just fucked my sister-in-law, but my dick was telling me loud and clear that this was the best pussy I had had since, well, Beth.  I could feel it stirring between my legs, wanting more.

“Oho!” I heard Ann chortle, “It seems he wants more.”  With that, she slid down the bed between my legs and slid my cock into her mouth to work over with that amazing tongue of hers.  Slowly, but surely, I rose back to hardness.  If anything, I seemed harder than before.  Ann remarked on it.

“I really love your cock,” she cooed between mouthfuls, “You have an amazing recovery time just like Beth said you would.”

Waittaminute!

“Beth said I would?” I asked not believing what I heard.

Ann smiled devilishly from my rock hard cock as she stroked it in her fist.

“Of course,” smiling again as she swallowed me, then ran fingers up and down the underside, “We share a lot, including boyfriends during college.”

Huh?  Ann giggled at the look on my face, “We traded partners all through college.  It was great to have her show up at my door with some horny stud she had fucked and knew that I’d love to have a piece.”

“You’d have a threesome with Beth?”

“Oh yes!”  Another long lick up and down, “Do you know how many guys were just dying to get it on with two girls, let alone two sisters?”

“So, she knows about this?”  I was really having trouble wrapping my brain around this.

“Of course she does,” she said as she slid around and lowered her pussy onto me.  My hips rose to meet hers.  Leaning forward, she scooped her cell phone off the night table and punched a speed dial.  I heard Beth answer.

“Beth?  Ann.  You were right, he does come back fast.  I have him in me right now and it feels gooood,” a moan escaped her lips.  I heard a laugh from the phone and Beth asking for me.  Ann handed me the phone and got busy gyrating her hips on my cock.

“Paul?”

“Yes babe?” I managed to grunt out.

“Fuck her good for me; I wouldn’t fuck her ex because he was slimeball.  So we have a lot to make up for.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will baby, just put the phone down so I can cum with you both.  Oh, squeeze her tits.  She loves that.”

I put the phone where Beth could listen in and reached up and squeezed Ann’s tits.  She shrieked with pleasure and I felt her juices drip down my cock as I grabbed her hips and began fucking her back.

Her Office

I loved the way she would concentrate on cumming when we fucked. Her face would go from eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and tongue just poking between her lips to all scrunched up, eyes shut tightly, and mouth opening and closing. It was the signal to stop experimenting and keep doing whatever it was I did to get her that way, usually grinding myself as deep inside as I could. Before she came, she made these little “Nhh… Nhh…” sounds over and over, getting louder as I did the right thing and softer when I moved away from it.

Once we were at a company Christmas party (hers) and she dressed in this black velvet dress that from the front covered her from the neck to her knees, but the back had a huge diamond shape cut out that went from the collar to her waist and from side to side.  Nothing peeked out, no boobs or ass, but I knew if she didn’t have a bra on, she didn’t have anything else on. I found out for sure when she took me on a tour of the office, which meant that we had to go up two floors to where hers was.

The door to her office had barely shut when she backed up into me, her ass wiggling against my groin as she turned her head to kiss me. I slid a hand into the diamond on one side, cupping her breast while pulling up her dress with the other. Just as I had expected, nothing on underneath except a garter belt. Her hands were on my crotch, squeezing and kneading my cock until it was just about as hard as it could get.

“Wait,” she said, “I don’t want to get anything on this dress. It’s a bitch to clean and I don’t want to explain cum stains to anyone later.” She unhooked the clasp on the collar and with a shimmy of her hips, the dress slid off her shoulders to the floor. I picked it up and carefully draped it over the back of her chair. Now we didn’t have to worry about anything, so she leaned me back against the desk and worked my pants down to get at my cock. It was like a fantasy come true, she was naked except for her stockings and heels, kneeling down to suck my cock in a darkened office. I held onto the back of her neck, gently applying pressure as she bobbed up and down on my shaft.

She told me once that having my cock in her mouth was almost as good as having it in her pussy; she loved the feeling of it as it slid between her lips and the way the shaft felt on her tongue. Once, she had me going for almost twenty minutes, a combination of technique and being in a movie theater at the time. Another time, it was in a parking lot just before we had dinner. A comment about having an appetizer beforehand; my pants were open and I was in her mouth ten seconds later. I lasted maybe half a minute. If she wants me to cum, she can do it in about a minute; two tops. I knew what she wanted in her office, she was dragging things out and her pussy was wet when I felt under her dress a moment ago.

“Bend over your desk,” I told her. She leaned over against the desk, legs spread apart and ass pointed back towards me. Stepping behind her, I ran my fingers over her cheeks to the small of her back, rubbing them in time with my cock as it slid in and out between her legs. I took my cock in one hand and pushed it against her pussy, a moment of resistance and a loud gasp from her as it sank in. I held onto her hips, pulling her back with each stroke as the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the office.

“Nhh… Nhh… Nhh…” Quickly elevated to “NHH! NHH! NHH!” and then to a loud gasp and long sigh as she came. I was close, but her pussy wasn’t where I wanted to finish.

“Mouth,” I said, pulling back to let her get back down onto the carpet. My shaft was glistening with her cum and it was my turn to groan as it slid between her lips again.

Like I said before, when she wants me to cum, I cum. Three strokes in her mouth and she was swallowing cum as fast as I could pump it out. She kept going until there was nothing left, kissing my still semi erect cock before tucking it back into my pants.

“That was a good idea,” She said, slipping her dress over her head and letting me fasten the collar back, “I’d hate to have to walk around all squishy for the rest of the party.”

“Glad you approve,” I said, pulling her close to kiss her before opening the door and exiting. As we left, she stopped and looked back into her office.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never done that before,” she said, taking my hand and closing the door, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at my desk the same.”

“Well, where’s your boss’s office?”

“Down there, on the corner.” She pointed to the far end of the office.

“Before we leave, let’s do it in his so you can’t look at his desk the same way either.”

I’ve moved…

Setting everything back up and hopefully I’ve got all my old stories backed up from the old site.