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

This is a true news report about my wife 's elderly sister Debbie, who lives 200 mi from us. She visits often, sometimes with her hubby, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a DICKHEAD, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a corking dead body and splendid legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the field of study of most my fantasies, 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 pop the question. She often allows me to see up or down her clothes, acting as though she does n't see I 'm looking.

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

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short attire, sheer rayons and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her hubby, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the drive from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't safe. I put her bag in the binding of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my 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 fork !

It was already grim when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hour drive back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole married man, and the condition of her car. I had a tough clip keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her attire was still up near her waistline.

I picked an older road back, rather than the motorway, and there were few machine on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My pes 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 luxuriously heels. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned metrical foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no care to her. I rubbed her invertebrate foot for various minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a little afraid she would find my rock hard shaft with her feet, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her feet and branch around, I was able 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 hands up to her articulatio talocruralis, her sura, and on up until I was at her genu. The hem of her dress was much gamey, and when I spread her knees, when we were under a street Inner Light, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her early metrical unit was very slightly moving, against the stone hard bungle that was in my trouser ! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my tool with her foot !

I looked over, and saw that her centre were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hand up high, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No impedance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. mellow ... .. the side of my 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 optic were half open, one-half closed, as if in a dream state.

After a few minutes of this with no ailment from her, I slid my hired hand up to the waist lot of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my finger were tangled in her pubic hair's-breadth. On down, and now I slid between her mouth and deep into her with my finger - it was one of the lactating pussies I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No simulation of being benumbed now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs 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 feet were grinding against my dick, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my leftfield hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my dick out into the open. Her feet immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to retain the hand truck moving, and in a straight channel !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred yards off the road, and stopped, shutting the lights off. I shoved Deb 's wooden leg apart, and slid down between them. I took the winder and poked a trap in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my tongue. I moved my face down to the scuttle, and my lingua got to her, licking the honeyed succus from her pussy. Then, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, wrick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thigh !

After she calmed down a petty, I got back up into my keister. Without a countersign from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the header. She knew how to suck dick, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her tongue played at the point, and she stroked the shaft with her bridge player
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A few arcsecond later, I was pumping shot after snapshot of hot cum in her mouth, her center locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed several meter to fix sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first real kiss on the lips, her tongue with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the relaxation of the way, my mitt on her pantyhose clad thigh, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the star sign before my wife got dwelling, which was just. In the living room, Deb went to her knee and sucked me off again, swallowing my second gear load of the night. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problems. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each other show lots of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my married woman 's older sis Debbie 's visit to our theater, we made the stumble to her family for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd fulfilled my superlative fantasy - she 'd suckle my dick in the motortruck on the way back to my house.

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

OK, I told her I can subsist with that, but I also warned her that I would remain to try. On this particular weekend, our program were to go out Friday night, and sopor in Sabbatum. Then, a head trip to the rock'n'roll and Roll student residence of Fame was planned for Sat good afternoon and evening.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were ready to go out. Deb was a lot to behold - short-change black wearing apparel, sheer, dark nylons and the Saami strappy dog she 'd wear the night in the hand truck. Instant hard on !

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

My married woman also dressed to toss off. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter belt, thong, spiked heels and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of wedding !

Both women looked swell as we headed to a overnice place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to establish herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the tabular array, etc. Her husband was unmindful to it all. During dinner party, Debbie drove me weirdo under the tabular array, her nylon covered metrical foot drawing pictures on my raw shin below my drawers 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 nine. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her shoe off, putting her ft was between the door and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the night club.

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

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my deal on her nylon covered second joint, ( gamy up ), kissing me, etc. I could assure Deb was not move ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the married woman with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a luminousness. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking more than usual.

I got one prospect to dance with Debbie when my married woman went to the girl 's elbow room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how heavy I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed content with that. I was able to slip a few quick feels, of her mammilla and once, of her nylon sheathed second joint under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the brain of my pecker. How I kept from cumming in good order then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

cover at our table, and everyone said they were make to leave. On the way dwelling house, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's husband, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd consumed an enormous measure of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same secret plan with her nyloned foot, just to keep my interest group up.

Once at home, both couples headed for their respective rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minutes later, the bedroom door 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 helping hand, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim spark of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high heels, nil else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the G. Stanley Hall to the early guest room, which we entered and closed the door.

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

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a draw near death grip on my hard member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every exertion going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the straits was in her mouthpiece, and she looked up into my oculus as she started stroking the cock, teasing my dent with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single drop-off of it. Just like the lastly time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was easygoing, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few minutes, and then I sat her in the chairman and went to my human knee between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, howling, nylon sheathed beaut, and worked my way up until I was at her core. I could n't believe it. Her nylons were crotchless ! I could n't severalize 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 opening.

Finally, I was skin to bark with the kitty I 'd been dreaming about for long time. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the wonderful essence of it, glad that I was finally capable to return the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her button into my lip, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my mind with both hands as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was surely she 'd wake up our mates, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thigh shit near broke my neck, 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 need to depart the marriage we were in, or harm our mates - especially her sister. We agreed to go forward playing around whenever we got the opportunity, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...