Sister-in-law sex

It wasn't meant to happen ... not in a million years. We'd not fancied one another, not really, and had more than our fair share of fallouts.

But it all changed the day I was asked to pop round my sister-in-law's with a parcel that had been delivered to our house (she had been at work on the day of delivery).

Anyway ... off I popped to collect said parcel, but everything changed when, out of the blue, said sister-in-law came to the door wearing an animal print dressing gown. It was short, showing thigh that, until then, had always been a mystery to me. And it was nice. Solid. Chunky even. Perfect skin.

I felt that rush of blood. You know the one guys.

But there was more than thigh. There was cleavage too. Ample cleavage. Perfect cleavage. More than a hint of nipple but without nipple.

Another surge of blood.

And she saw me looking. She saw my eyes being drawn to flesh ... both on breast and on thigh.

She also clocked the bulge in my jeans. For almost the first time ever we made eye contact. Proper eye contact.

Without saying a word, she took the parcel, eyes still fixed on mine, and, without speaking, invited me in.
My breath started to quicken and I heard her sigh and swallow.

We both knew it was wrong but also knew what was about to happen.

She caressed my bulging groin ... feeling the outline of my rock hard member. She traced her fingers over its length before using both hands to undo my jeans and pull them down. Boxers too in the same motion.

A full on rod. Standing to attention. A shiny purple bell end just awaiting some lips. But I had to wait.

First she wanted a play and gripped it hard. My balls too.

And by now the dressing gown was on the lounge floor. As suspected, she wore nothing underneath and, despite her being of a weight that she was never happy with, she looked magnificent. Firm breasts with large, very erect nipples. And a pussy that had clearly been just shaved. One that slightly glistened.

And fuck it felt good to the touch.

First tender circles on the clit, but then two fingers inside. Then two hands. One on each.

By now she was on her sofa and was still yanking my erect cock as if it were the last on Earth.

She came. Loudly. Her cheeks flushed. Her tied-back hair now dishevelled. And breathless.

And from that sitting position, she stood me upright and sucked my cock for all she was worth. The full gamut too. Ball sucking. Bell end tonguing. And deep strokes. And balls deep. With a mouth full of cock she sighed again. Both hands on my cock. Then just the one with the other working her clit hard.

She sighed again. Taking herself again to the edge of climax.

And then she leant back onto her sofa and guided my throbbing cock into the epicentre of her dripping wet cunt.

That sound of a wet bell end in wet pussy was joyous.

With her legs over my shoulders I pumped hard. Very hard. With every thunderous pump her breasts wobbled. She gripped my arse, pulled me onto her and demanded more. I obliged.

I was close. Too close.

And just in the nick of time, she asked me to stop.

Again I obliged and sat on the sofa, holding my throbbing, glistening rod in readiness for her to slide onto it.

And she did. Reverse cowgirl style. Pumping hard. Every thrust echoing around the room. That magical sound of groin on bum cheek. In her TV I could see the reflection of her tits gyrating hard and so gripped onto them. She fell back onto me, her face now next to mine.

Still she writhed and pumped, only now I had access to her clit. Back to the circles. She held my hand and did it with me.

And then the moment. No more control on either side. Unbridled thrashing onto my shining cock until I exploded inside her around the time that her body erupted into an uncontrolled sea of jolts and jerks.

Fuck it felt good, and we never spoke about it again... until the next time ;)