bang My Sis ( -in-Law ) Ch. 1 - 2

This is a unfeigned story 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 DICKHEAD, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a dandy body and excellent stage, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

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

A few calendar week ago, my illusion were realized, when I had to pick her up in Columbus ( about 80 miles away from our house. ) She was on her way to visit us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the future day. My married woman had to work late, so that left me to make the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked mythological, in a scant dress, sheer silk stocking and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the thrust from her star sign to ours in a car that simply was n't rubber. I put her bag in the spinal column of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my truck. Her wearing apparel slid up as she climbed in, and she made no try to get out 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 time of day ride back home, and Deb started right in about her bunghole husband, and the condition of her car. I had a tough time keeping my oculus off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her dress was still up near her waist.

I picked an older road back, rather than the pike, and there were few auto on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My feet 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 feet in my lap, still in her sexy high heels. I slipped them off her ft, and took one in my script, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no care to her. I rubbed her animal foot for several minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a little afraid she would feel my rock intemperate dick with her feet, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her metrical unit and pegleg around, I was capable to see all the way up to her crotch. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My cock had never been harder in my life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my deal up to her ankle, her calf, and on up until I was at her articulatio genus. The hem of her dress was much mellow, and when I spread her genu, when we were under a street light, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her early foot was very slightly moving, against the rock 'n' roll hard botch that was in my trouser ! We drove along for respective miles, until I was indisputable that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my cock with her animal foot !

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my mitt up high, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No ohmic resistance. gamey ... .. the face of my bridge player was now against her genitalia. 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 centre were one-half heart-to-heart, half closed, as if in a ambition state.

After a few proceedings of this with no ill from her, I slid my hand up to the shank band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my finger's breadth were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her lips and inscrutable into her with my finger - it was one of the wet slit I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretense of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thigh tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the clash. I fingered her for a few minutes more, slipping up to her clit as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered foot were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my left hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my gumshoe out into the surface. Her feet immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to save the hand truck moving, and in a straight line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred one thousand off the road, and stopped, shutting the illumination off. I shoved Deb 's legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the winder and poked a hole in the cotton wool genitals of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my knife. I moved my face down to the opening, and my tongue got to her, licking the mellifluous juice from her kitty-cat. Then, I sucked her clit into my rima oris, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, haystack, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thigh !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my tool into her mouth, sucking hard on the school principal. She knew how to suck dick, that 's for trusted ! ! ! Her tongue played at the headway, and she stroked the shaft with her hand
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A few s later, I was pumping shot after shooter of hot cum in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one jet. She swallowed several times to form sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first off substantial buss on the lips, her tongue with its salty gustation, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the relaxation of the way, my deal on her pantyhose clad second joint, her kissing on me about of the way. We got to the house before my wife got home, which was respectable. In the bread and butter room, Deb went to her knees and sucked me off again, swallowing my second base load of the night. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no trouble. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our e-mail to each other show good deal of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A calendar month or so after my wife 's onetime Sister Debbie 's sojourn to our theatre, we made the trip to her household for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd execute my heavy fantasy - she 'd suck my dick in the truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our net messages 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 stay on our family relationship, but she also warned me that she wo n't get laid me. She simply ca n't do that to her sister !

okey, I told her I can live with that, but I also warned her that I would continue to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Fri night, and quietus in Saturday. Then, a trip to the Rock and cast Hall of Fame was planned for Saturday good afternoon and eve.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were set to go out. Deb was a sight to behold - abruptly pitch-dark dress, sheer, dingy nylons and the same strappy heels she 'd have on the night in the truck. New York minute hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` overnice, '' and my wife broke into the conversation. `` Down, boy ! She 's my baby ! '' she retorted. That just makes it even better - preserve it in the syndicate ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's last input before we went to our room to change.

My married woman also dressed to kill. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some natural process that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter bash, thong, spiked heel and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of marriage !

Both char looked with child as we headed to a nice place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to indicate herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the tabular array, etc. Her husband was oblivious to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the board, her nylon covered infantry drawing pictures on my au naturel shinbone below my gasp leg.

Then, she played with her straw, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock hard as we left the restaurant and headed for the Night guild. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her skid off, putting her foot was between the door and my tush. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the lodge.

When I opened her doorway and she got out, my wife and her husband were on the other incline of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her garb ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist rayons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my aid, and making sure I was up for her at Nox 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high gear up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the wife with alcoholic beverage, because it usually puts her out like a light. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking Sir Thomas More than usual.

I got one chance to dance with Debbie when my married woman went to the young woman 's elbow 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 tits and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my peter. How I kept from cumming compensate then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

dorsum at our table, and everyone said they were ready to leave. 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 eat an enormous sum of money of alcohol, and it was taking its price. Debbie played the same biz with her nyloned metrical foot, just to keep my stake up.

Once at dwelling house, both dyad headed for their various rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minutes later, the sleeping accommodation room access opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her presence. I could actually smell 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 hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high heels, naught else. aught. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to the other guest room, which we entered and closed the room access.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as short to the world as my wife was, and then slid into my arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my trunks and slid them down, going to her knees 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 concluding month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a near destruction hold on my heavy extremity. She sucked me for several minute of arc, my every exertion going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the head was in her mouth, and she looked up into my middle as she started stroking the irradiation, teasing my cunt with her knife.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single drop of it. Just like the last clip, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was gentle, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few moment, and then I sat her in the chair and went to my human knee between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, wonderful, nylon sheathed beauty, and worked my way up until I was at her essence. I could n't believe 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 natural language to the opening night.

Finally, I was skin to scrape with the kitty-cat I 'd been dreaming about for years. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the tremendous kernel of it, glad that I was finally able to return the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my promontory with both handwriting as I sucked her, moaning so loudly I was sure she 'd wake our first mate, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thighs damn near broke my neck, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

Afterward, we sat and talked like that for quite some metre, both of us saying that we did n't want to leave the marriage we were in, or harm our mates - especially her Sister. We agreed to continue playing around whenever we got the luck, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me jazz her ! We 'll see ...