roll in the hay My Sis ( -in-Law ) Ch. 1 - 2

This is a reliable level about my married woman 's older baby Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a whoreson, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great trunk and excellent legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the field of most my fantasies, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd like to do with her. I 'm trusted she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the years, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to volunteer. She often allows me to see up or down her apparel, acting as though she does n't agnize I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my fancy were realized, when I had to pick her up in Cristoforo Colombo ( about 80 knot away from our house. ) She was on her way to see us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the following day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to gain the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short frock, sheer nylons and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to try the drive from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't secure. I put her bag in the backrest of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my hand truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no attempt to pull it down. I was able to see almost up to her crotch !

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 minute drive back home, and Deb started right in about her dickhead husband, and the experimental condition of her car. I had a tough time keeping my oculus off of her nylon-clad second joint, as her dress was still up near her waist.

I picked an honest-to-god road back, rather than the state highway, and there were few auto on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My metrical unit are killing me ! '' she moaned, and I quickly offered to rub them for her. `` Really ? You 'd do that for me ? '' she asked. `` Absolutely ! '' I quickly responded.

She spun towards me, and put her fundament in my lap, still in her sexy high heels. I slipped them off her foot, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the jot of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attention to her. I rubbed her foot for several arcminute, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a piffling afraid she would feel my rock grueling dick with her infantry, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her foot and legs around, I was able to see all the way up to her private parts. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My turncock had never been harder in my living !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her oculus. I started moving my hand up to her ankle, her calf, and on up until I was at her stifle. The hem of her apparel was much higher, and when I spread her stifle, when we were under a street sparkle, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her other foot was very slightly moving, against the rock music surd boner that was in my knickers ! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure enough that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word of honor, she was definitely stroking my turncock with her base !

I looked over, and saw that her oculus were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hired man up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered second joint, and caressed her there. No electric resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. Higher ... .. the English of my hired hand was now against her crotch. I moved it back and Forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a quick look, and saw that her heart were one-half undefendable, half closed, as if in a dream body politic.

After a few minutes of this with no complaint from her, I slid my hired man up to the waist band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my finger's breadth were tangled in her pubic fuzz. On down, and now I slid between her mouth and late into her with my finger - it was one of the soaked pussies I 'd ever had a fingerbreadth in !

'' No pretension of being departed now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thigh tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the friction. I fingered her for a few bit more, slipping up to her clit as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered groundwork were grinding against my turncock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my entrust hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my pecker out into the open. Her foundation immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to retain the truck moving, and in a square demarcation !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred thou off the road, and stopped, shutting the illumination off. I shoved Deb 's wooden leg apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a cakehole in the cotton privates of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my tongue. I moved my face down to the opening, and my lingua got to her, licking the sweet juice from her snatch. Then, I sucked her clit into my oral cavity, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck opening with her nylon-clad second joint !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a Holy Writ from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the pass. She knew how to suck pecker, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her spit played at the head, and she stroked the shaft with her hired man
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A few bit later, I was pumping injection after guessing of hot cum in her oral fissure, her center locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed several clip to make trusted she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our number 1 substantial kiss on the lips, her tongue with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my manus on her pantyhose garment thigh, her kissing on me to the highest degree of the way. We got to the sign before my married woman got home, which was thoroughly. In the animation room, Deb went to her knees and sucked me off again, swallowing my second gear lading of the night. Somehow, my married woman never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problems. I 've not been able-bodied to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each other show gobs of hope ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's older sister Debbie 's visit to our home, we made the trip to her house for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd live up to my neat fancy - she 'd absorb my peter in the truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our Internet message to each early have taken quite a new turn - all we 've talked about since then is sex. Debbie has assured me that she wants to continue our kinship, but she also warned me that she wo n't fuck me. She simply ca n't do that to her sister !

O.K., I told her I can live with that, but I also warned her that I would bear on to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Friday Nox, and rest in Sat. Then, a trip to the Rock and Roll dorm of Fame was planned for Saturday good afternoon and eve.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were ready to go out. Deb was a pot to behold - forgetful black dress, sheer, dark nylons and the Same strappy hound she 'd worn the Night in the truck. Instant hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` nice, '' and my married woman broke into the conversation. `` Down, boy ! She 's my sister ! '' she retorted. That just makes it even better - keep it in the family unit ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's last comment before we went to our elbow room to change.

My wife also dressed to wipe out. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some natural action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter bash, thong, spiked heels and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten long time of marriage !

Both womanhood looked great as we headed to a nice place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to show herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the table, etc. Her married man was forgetful to it all. During dinner party, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered animal foot drawing moving picture on my defenseless shin bone below my pant leg.

Then, she played with her straw, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock hard as we left the eating house and headed for the Nox club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her skid off, putting her foot was between the doorway and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the club.

When I opened her threshold and she got out, my married woman and her husband were on the other side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her apparel drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the dark !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure as shooting I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my helping hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high up ), kissing me, etc. I could evidence Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd give to ply the wife with alcoholic beverage, because it usually puts her out like a light. I also noticed that Debbie 's hubby was drinking more than than usual.

I got one chance to dance with Debbie when my wife went to the Girl 's room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how hard I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed content with that. I was able to steal a few quick feels, of her titmouse and once, of her nylon sheathed second joint under her clothes. She also reached down between us and stroked the head teacher of my putz. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

Back at our table, and everyone said they were ready to give. On the way home, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's husband, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd waste an enormous sum of money of alcohol, and it was taking its bell. Debbie played the Saami game with her nyloned foot, just to keep my interest up.

Once at home, both couples headed for their various rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minutes later, the bedchamber door opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her mien. I could actually sense her ! She came over to the bed and took my hand, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim light of the hall, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high heels, zip else. goose egg. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the G. Stanley Hall to the early node way, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as suddenly to the public as my wife was, and then slid into my arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my shorts and slid them down, going to her knee as she did. Finally, my cock was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a feeling I 'd been longing for, for the live calendar month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a draw near death clutches on my toilsome fellow member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every effort going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the drumhead was in her mouth, and she looked up into my centre as she started stroking the prick, teasing my slit with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a unity drib of it. Just like the conclusion time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was soft, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few minute, and then I sat her in the hot seat and went to my knees between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, wonderful, nylon sheathed dish, and worked my way up until I was at her centre. I could n't consider it. Her nylons were crotchless ! I could n't tell if she 'd done it herself, or bought them like that, and it did n't matter anyway. Hot, wet, pungent, unbelievably sexy. I moved my tongue to the curtain raising.

Finally, I was skin to sputter with the puss I 'd been dreaming about for years. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the howling centre of it, glad that I was finally able-bodied to regress the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my head with both hand as I sucked her, moaning so flash I was sure as shooting she 'd wake our mates, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thighs tinker's dam near broke my neck opening, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

Afterward, we sat and talked like that for quite some time, both of us saying that we did n't want to allow for the marriage we were in, or harm our spouse - especially her babe. We agreed to uphold playing around whenever we got the chance, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...