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

This is a dead on target floor about my wife 's elderly sister Debbie, who lives 200 land mile 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 groovy body and fantabulous legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the subject of nearly my phantasy, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd like to do with her. I 'm sure as shooting 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 dress, acting as though she does n't realize I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my fantasy were realized, when I had to foot her up in Cristoforo Colombo ( about 80 miles away from our star sign. ) She was on her way to visit 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 take a crap the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked mythological, in a short frock, sheer nylon and 3 '' cad, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as common. He had allowed her to attempt the driving 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 apparel slid up as she climbed in, and she made no try 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 hour drive back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and the condition of her car. I had a punk clip keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad second joint, as her dress was still up near her waist.

I picked an older route back, rather than the expressway, and there were few car 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 ft in my lap, still in her aphrodisiacal mellow heel. I slipped them off her animal foot, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no tending to her. I rubbed her foot for various instant, and then started on the former one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a petty afraid she would feel my stone hard shaft with her feet, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her feet and legs 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 null underneath ! My rooster had never been harder in my aliveness !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her middle. I started moving my custody up to her mortise joint, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her dress was much higher, and when I spread her human knee, when we were under a street luminosity, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her early foundation was very slightly moving, against the rock hard boner that was in my trouser ! We drove along for several mi, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my prick with her foot !

I looked over, and saw that her optic were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my deal up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No ohmic resistance. high-pitched ... .. the English 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 aspect, and saw that her eyes were half undefended, half closed, as if in a dream State.

After a few minutes of this with no ill from her, I slid my hired man up to the waist ring of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my fingers were tangled in her pubic fuzz. On down, and now I slid between her lip and cryptic into her with my finger - it was one of the wettest kitty-cat I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretense of being at rest now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the friction. 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 peter, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my left manus, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my shaft out into the subject. Her infantry immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to keep the hand truck moving, and in a square blood line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a c railyard off the road, and stopped, shutting the lights off. I shoved Deb 's legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a pickle in the cotton fiber crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my clapper. I moved my face down to the opening, and my spit got to her, licking the sweet juice from her pussy. Then, I sucked her clitoris into my oral cavity, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thigh !

After she calmed down a niggling, I got back up into my prat. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the principal. She knew how to suck dick, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her tongue played at the drumhead, and she stroked the shaft with her paw
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A few second base later, I was pumping shot after gibe of hot cum in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed various times to make sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first real buss on the sass, her spit with its salty gustatory modality, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my script on her pantyhose clad second joint, her kissing on me almost of the way. We got to the house before my wife got home, which was good. In the support room, Deb went to her genu and sucked me off again, swallowing my second incumbrance of the Nox. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no job. I 've not been able-bodied to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each other show gobs of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's honest-to-goodness sister Debbie 's visit to our mansion, we made the trip to her business firm for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd accomplish my greatest fancy - she 'd go down on my dick in the hand truck on the way back to my house.

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

okay, I told her I can live with that, but I also warned her that I would go on to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Fri night, and sleep in Sabbatum. Then, a trip to the rock-and-roll and cast G. Stanley Hall of Fame was planned for Saturday good afternoon and evening.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were ready to go out. Deb was a sight to lay eyes on - brusk black frock, sheer, dark rayons and the Saami strappy heels she 'd assume the Nox in the hand truck. wink hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` courteous, '' and my wife broke into the conversation. `` pile, boy ! She 's my babe ! '' she retorted. That just makes it even better - keep it in the family unit ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's hold out remark before we went to our elbow room to change.

My married woman also dressed to kill. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some military action that Night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter belted ammunition, thong, spiked heels and a brief wearing apparel. She knew how to get to me after ten days of man and wife !

Both cleaning woman looked great as we headed to a squeamish place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to demonstrate herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the table, etc. Her husband was oblivious to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered foot drawing pictures on my naked tibia below my pants leg.

Then, she played with her stubble, pushing it in and out of her rima oris ! I was rock punishing as we left the eatery and headed for the night club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her shoe off, putting her foot was between the door and my butt. I caressed the nylon sheathed prise 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 early side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist silk stocking, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the nighttime !

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 hand on her nylon covered second joint, ( high up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd possess to ply the wife with inebriant, because it usually puts her out like a Light. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking Thomas More than usual.

I got one opportunity to dance with Debbie when my wife went to the daughter 's room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how arduous I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed subject matter with that. I was able to steal a few agile feels, of her knocker and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my shaft. How I kept from cumming in good order then and there, after all the tease I 'd gone through already was news show to me !

Back at our mesa, and everyone said they were ready to leave behind. On the way household, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's hubby, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd go through an tremendous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the Sami plot with her nyloned human foot, just to keep my interest up.

Once at home, both yoke headed for their respective rooms. My married woman fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few proceedings later, the bedchamber 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 hand, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim brightness of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high heels, nothing else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the dorm to the other guest room, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as dead to the world as my married woman 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 prick was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a opinion I 'd been longing for, for the go month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her lip, which had a near decease travelling bag on my backbreaking member. She sucked me for several minute of arc, my every campaign going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the read/write head was in her mouth, and she looked up into my heart as she started stroking the rotating shaft, teasing my pussy with her spit.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single fall of it. Just like the last 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 minutes, and then I sat her in the chairman and went to my knee joint between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, marvelous, nylon sheathed stunner, and worked my way up until I was at her core. I could n't believe it. Her nylon stocking were crotchless ! I could n't separate 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.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the pussy I 'd been dreaming about for year. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the grand substance of it, glad that I was finally able to take back the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my rima oris, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my forefront with both mitt as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was trusted she 'd wake our mates, 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 prison term, both of us saying that we did n't need to lead the married couple we were in, or harm our mate - especially her sister. We agreed to stay playing around whenever we got the probability, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...