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Todd was finally coming home.  It had been almost three years since he was first assigned to Afghanistan.  Then there was his reassignment to Iraq.   Amy was so excited.  She was only fourteen when her brother left.   She had grown into form a bit awkwardly at first but now was in full bloom.  She was like an azalea bush bursting with color, busting out in full curves everywhere you looked.   She was in control of her body now and confident of her sexuality.  When she smiled, her face glowed.   She gave off pure light.  A small slice of heaven, innocent and full of life.

She had taken the day off from school to greet Todd.  Mom and dad would join them at dinner time.  She waited impatiently.  Excited.  So much to tell him. 

She was just pouring herself her second cup of coffee – something she never did – when she heard the front door open.  She ran from the kitchen through the living room and threw herself into Todd’s waiting arms.  His mass surprised her.  She worried she might knock him over in her excitement but he was as steady as a rock.  He picked her up and easily lifted her above his head.  He made her feel like a little girl again and those memories of when they played together washed over her and she began to cry and laugh.  As he slid her down she hugged him with her tightest hug and reveled in the strength of his muscular frame.  Her face nuzzled against the nape of his neck.

Todd could feel the supple body of his sister as she pressed against him and it made him a bit uncomfortable.  Trapped in Muslim country for so long didn’t lead to the most satisfying sex and he was easily stirred by the supple body of his younger sister.  He put her down on the ground and hunching over her began to tickle her like he did when they were kids.  She squirmed and squealed.

“Glad to see that some things are still the same,” he said.  He continued to tickle her until she could stand it no longer.

“Stop. Stop. Please,” she begged.   He backed away from her.  He picked up his duffle bag and moved into the living room.

“So, what’s new sis?  What have you been up to?” 

“Well this is new,” she said posing her frame, hand on hip.  “Do you see any difference?”

“Oh, yes.  I couldn’t help but notice.  You’ve all grown up.  And beautifully too.  My little sister has grown into a beautiful flower of womanhood.”

She smiled and ran over to the chair he was seated in, jumped into his lap, straddling his waist with her legs and gave him a hug.  And then she kissed him.  On the lips, not fleetingly but not sexually.  Her lips were soft, a loving kiss with meaning.  He kissed her back.

“That’s enough of that!” he said.  “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”  Amy continued to sit on his lap.  Todd had chosen a straight backed chair and she was comfortable straddling him.  When she began to tell him all about the experiences in her life over the past two years, she became more and more excited.  Her speech became faster and faster and she added hand motions and body movements.  Todd was listening but he was also very aware of every time her legs shifted slightly.  He could feel his cock growing under the movements of her mounded bottom.  He didn’t feel right about it but just couldn’t help himself.

Then as quickly as she jumped on him she gracefully left his lap in mid sentence, never stopping for a breath.   She was talking about how she had become very interested in science and how she took a bunch of electives and was good at math and she was going to Purdue next fall.  She thought she might become a biologist. 

“What about boys?” he asked.  She was now moving around the room occasionally sitting here and there but too excited to stay still. 

“Oh, there have been some but mostly immature high school boys.  Mostly they are stupid about girls and what we want.  Their idea of a good time is getting together on a Saturday night and playing video games.”   She did have her eye on one guy, Brian, but nothing had happened with him so far.  He was on the football team. 

“And OH, I’m on the cheerleading squad.  Crazy, I know.  But it has been a lot of fun.  We do a lot of sophisticated dances.  Wanna see a cheer?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”  She dashed out of the room yelling something about a minute.   He took the time to straighten the rod in his pants.  She returned shortly in her cheerleader outfit.  It was classic. Dark blue with a big red “B” on the top with a pleated skirt that combined the blue and red.  She even had her pom poms.  The top looked a bit small and stretched across her bulbous breasts making the upper part of the “B” look bigger.  It didn’t quite come down to the top of the skirt, showing off her taut midriff.  The thin straps of the top did not hide the athletic bra she wore under it.  She was barefoot.

Todd found himself responding to his sexy little sister and was trying hard not to react sexually.  He reminded himself of his own high school days and how these outfits were meant to be cute and innocent.  His cock wasn’t listening, though, and he remembered just how long it had been since he had sex.  Normally his sister wouldn’t excite him.  It was just that he was so horny. 

She turned and raised her arms and kicked her legs and sifted her hips.  Her full breasts wobbled as she moved up and down.  Very sexy, he thought.  He couldn’t help but notice that she apparently didn’t put on the panties that go with the outfit since he could see flashes of white as she lifted her legs.  She finished with a flurry of jumps that caused her skirt to lift high and revealed her white bikini cut panties in all their glory.  She ran over to the chair jumping on his lap again and asked if he liked it.

“You look like the high school dream girl that every boy wants.  Where did you learn all of those sexy moves?  You have rhythm and can dance.  I never had those skills.”

“Well, look at you!  You’re all muscle.”  She grabbed his biceps with her hands, then ran them across his chest and over his shoulders.  He could feel his hard member sitting up straight and he felt her crotch surround it.  Without her jeans on, there was just the think cotton of her panties and his khaki pants between them.  Not enough to hide his engorged pole.  As she shifted around to squeeze his muscles he could feel her pussy lips slide around his pole. 

“And what have you been up to?” she asked quietly.  Her voice seemed so much more intimate.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“What about girls?  You must have every nurse and female private lusting after you.”

He laughed.  “No such luck.  Not where I have been.”

She rolled her hips over his middle.

“Does that explain the muscle I feel here?”  His face went red.  “Poor baby!”  She leaned forward and kissed him.  First on his lips, then on one side of his face.  She slowly ran her mouth across to the other side of his face and planted another kiss.  Her hips began to move slowly and deliberately along his length.

“We can’t do th…”  She covered his mouth with hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss and continued to roll her hips against him.  He forgot momentarily what he was going to say.  She hugged him tight and rubbed more deliberately.  He was beginning to get lost in the feeling of her pussy rubbing up against his groin.  He remembered how when he was a teenager he used to dry hump his girlfriend.

“Amy, please stop.  This isn’t right.”

“It’s OK.  Just enjoy the feeling.  Your little sister is all grown up and not as innocent as you remember.”  She shifted upward onto his hips focusing the tip of his elongated muscle.  Her breasts dangled in front of his face.   She was enjoying the rocking as much as he and she could feel her juices flowing. 

He murmured, “No,” but she ignored him and continued.   His willpower was waning and she knew it.  She pushed her chest forward so that it touched his mouth.  He buried his face between her breasts.  She lifted her top grabbing her bra simultaneously and removed them both, tossing them to the floor.  She pressed her naked top against his face.  He greedily lapped at her nipples twisting his head between them.  His arms were around her under her arms.  She was rocking vigorously now in a steady rhythm, moaning at each backward thrust as her clit slid along his pole.

He was giving in completely.  Her naked breasts had won him over.  The touch of her soft hairless feminine skin against his face.  Or was it the sexual movements of her hips over his member.  He slid forward in the chair to increase the tension and could feel her riding his entire length.  His hips moving slightly to the rhythm as well.  He could no longer claim his conscious was bothering him.  He was simply giving in and being his animal self.  Just feeling it happen.

He heard his sister vocalize her orgasm as she picked up the pace.  It was his sister and it was wrong.  He released immediately.  Grunting to her moans.  He hugged her tight and reveled in the softness of her hair, the flesh of her naked back and the sweet smell of her sex.

© Rushmore Judd, all right reserved

 

This is the second part of a 2 part story.  The first part can be found here:

http://weblog.xanga.com/RushmoreJ/644265002/ally-part-1.html

 

The next morning they were on the road.  They chatted for hours and had some hours of just quiet companionship.  Her mind wandered during these silences and she kept thinking about the night before.  The view she had of her dad’s hardon and his masturbating and the way the girls warmed up to him.  He seemed in such a good mood this morning but she thought he must be frustrated sexually.  Nasty thoughts were entering her mind.

 

After 10 hours in the car, they found their motel where they had a reservation.  Apparently the motel thought that the reservation was for a husband and wife and instead of reserving a room with two beds, they reserved a room with a large king size bed.  Since it was all they had, they decided to make the best of it.  The bed was certainly large enough to share and Ally actually found herself excited by the idea of sharing a bed with him.

 

They were both tired, in part from staying up so late last night and decided after a quick dinner in the motel to go back to their room and get some rest.  Once in their room, Ally settled in to take a bath and asked her dad if he needed to use the bathroom first.  While he was in there, she took off her clothes and wrapped a towel around her.  When she sat down the towel ended at the very top of her legs.  She was putting her hair up when her dad returned.  They engaged in small talk but she noticed that he was glancing over her whole body while they talked.  She got up, went into the bathroom and bent over to test the water.  It was a little hot, so she adjusted the water slightly and returned to the bedroom.  When she stood up straight the size of her breasts opened the slit slightly, which was located in the middle of her front.  She exposed a slight bit of the flesh of her right side through the slit when she walked into the room. 

 

Soon the bath was ready and she closed the bathroom door but left it slightly ajar (so the steam of the hot bath could escape?).  As she lay in the tub her back was to the door.  Around the faucets, however, was a silver plate that acted like a mirror and gave her a view of the bedroom.  She could see her dad peeking through the doorway and decided to tease him.  She laid back and spread out her legs with her knees up.  She slowly waved her hand in the water causing a stream to move up in between her legs.  She liked the feeling of water pulsing through her slit and often used the bath as a prelude to masturbating.  Sometimes she would reach fulfillment in the tub; often she would have to finish in bed.  But she started now and didn’t know when she would finish.  She could see her dad’s movement in the now dim room reflected in the faucet shield.  He kept peeking in at her. 

 

She continued to pulse the water between her legs but also took time to wash her breasts and each leg.  She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad.  She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy.  She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get her clean but she was enjoying it.  Soon she rinsed and drained the tub.  It took her another 10 minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom.  She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before.  As she moved around the room and bent over slightly for putting things back in the draws, the round bottom of her ass would show.

 

Her dad was lying in bed in his pajamas watching TV.  She decided to wear a tshirt and panties to bed and she dropped the towel in front of her dad with full frontal nudity.  With little delay she turned her back bent over and got her panties out of the dresser.  They were white cotton panties but rather clingy and cute.  She put on an extra large tshirt and crawled in to the other side of the bed. 

 

Her dad was so excited from watching her in the tub – lusting after her body – that he deliberately was sitting with his knees up in the bed and when she got in he lay on his side to hide his erection.  It would be a difficult night he thought, not being able to masturbate when his daughter was in the same bed with him.  And yet he imagined lying with her all night possibly touching her in his sleep and waking up with his arm around her as a kind of sweet torture.  He couldn’t sleep but he turned off the TV and the light and said a polite good night.  He thought giving her a light kiss goodnight would be too dangerous.

 

She tossed and turned a few times eventually lying on her back.  Her arms were by her side and had plenty of room to move about.  She wanted to touch her father, just to make some sort of contact.  He didn’t seem at all flirtatious like he was last night with her friends and she was afraid now is she came on to him that he would get mad or think terribly of her.  She had her hopes raised when she saw him peeking at her but now he seemed just interested in going to bed and not admitting his curiosity.

 

Ten minutes went by during which she could help but press her hand on the triangle of her public area, two fingers slightly separating her lips, and her long finger poking at her opening.  But mostly she just held her hand and her fingers in one place and pressed as though to hold in the burning in her pussy.  Since she didn’t come while she was in the tub she was very horny.  She gave a couple of tired stretches and moved her right hand toward him.  He was lying on his side facing away from her and her hand drifted toward his bottom.  With one last stretch as though she were asleep she left her hand laying against his ass.  He felt it and thought she must be asleep.  He was thinking he should do the same but he couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful body, her warm hand and his engorged cock.

 

She felt his slight shifting which caused her hand to rest slightly differently each time he did it.  Hmmmm, she thought, I wonder if that is deliberate.  So she tossed and turned and rolled her whole body over close to him.  On her side, too, she cupped him but at a distance of about a foot.  She had her hands folded into her chest and the fingertips of one just touched his upper back.  She had moved well into the middle of the bed but he still had plenty of room.  After a few minutes went by she casually put one arm around him.  He didn’t move.  A few minutes later and she was cuddling him spooned in against his rounded back.  He could feel her breasts pressing against his back.  He assumed she was asleep as her warm breath on the back of his neck seemed so relaxed.

 

When she cuddled she gave him gentle hugs and let her hair graze his neck and she breathed gently on his neck.  After 15 minutes or so she rolled over away from him.  His is the next move she thought.  He was in a half sleep.  He had found her cuddling so comfortable.  It felt so right.  He rolled over onto his back.  His hard on had slightly lessened and was lying on his stomach.  Suddenly he felt his daughter stir and her hand moved across his stomach only inches from the top of his cock.  It started to grow to its full length involuntarily and its head poked against the side of her resting hand.  Her hand in a very natural moved over the top of it and slowly drew down its length.  Oh my god he thought, she must not know what she is doing.

 

She moved closer and cuddled against him with her breasts tucked in around his chest.  A shock ran through him as her legs wrapped around his.  She kissed him on the shoulder.  “I want to put your cock in my mouth,” she said and rubbed up and down the length of it with her hand.  He said nothing and she began kissing his chest and his stomach with soft deliberate passionate kisses.  He still didn’t move except to put one of his hands around her shoulders.  Soon she had worked her way down to his cock, easily pushed his pajamas down and kissed his shaft for awhile before enveloping it with her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around it tightly now as hand and mouth worked together to bring him to his full length.  Her hair fell against the flesh where his legs met his waist.  It felt so exciting but he kept reminding himself that this was his daughter and he shouldn’t be doing this.  Not with his little baby.

 

But she continued with an animal like quality that he couldn’t resist.  She made love to him while he didn’t actively participate.  She shifted around him moving all over his body.  Taking off his pants, kissing his legs, letting her flowing hair scrape along her fathers legs.  She lifted his top and kissed his chest rubbing her wet pussy along his bare naked leg.  She sucked on his nipples and placed her cotton panties right on his stretching cock.  They kissed, full on the lips and he gave in to his desire to hold her and he enveloped her body with his arms.  It was a passionate kiss followed by many quick kisses around each other’s face.

 

He looked into the face of his daughter and realized the love he had for her.  How dearly he thought of her.  What affection and warmth he felt for her.  And her body against his was so exciting.  Young, smooth, tight skin encapsulating in her firm curves.  Her breasts were so firm and her nipples were hard – little hard pebbles pointing through her tshirt.  He gave in completely to his desires and wanted to show her how good he was in bed.  He rolled over on top of her and lifted her tshirt over her head.  He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts while he licked on her beautiful hard nipples.  He licked on them and blew air across the wet nubs and repeated it.  He found his way to the junction of her legs, trailing kisses down along her stomach.  He hungrily lapped at the lips to her secret place listening eagerly to her increasing moans.  She was a moaner like her mother except less inhibited in their private room miles from anyone they knew.

 

He lapped and licked and sucked using her moaning as a guide to her satisfaction.  With a slow sucking technique on the head of her clit, she came and his fingers which were inside her could feel her ejaculating.  He stayed with her erratic rhythm using kisses licks and sucks until she was fully spent.  Or at least so he thought.  She pulled him energetically up and on top of her and begged him to fuck her.  He found the phrase so exciting.  “Please fuck me daddy.  Fuck me now.”

 

He positioned his cock inside of her and gave way to his own desire to pump her tight vaginal tunnel.  Moving in and out felt so good.  He started with a fast pace and went even faster responding to the complementary hip movements of his daughter.  She was an animal, he thought again.  But great fun in bed.  He pulled out just as he came and pressed his cock in between their stomachs squirting in short hard thrusts.  She hugged him close and felt his squirting.  She felt good about what she had done in spite of the taboos.  She loved her daddy and giving him satisfaction pleased her.  Seeing him so happy and affectionate and loving pleased her too.  It was going to be an interesting vacation, she thought.

She loved her daddy.  Even though he was her step father.  He married her mom when she was little and he was every bit her ‘real’ father.  She was so proud of him.  He was always there for her and he adored her.  He was coming to her dorm, stay over one night, and from there the two of them were continuing west to California.  He was going to show her LA and drive up the coast to San Francisco, and visit with her uncle.

 

He arrived on Friday about 4:00 having taken the day off from work.  He had just driven 400 miles and he was concerned that his neck hurt a little bit.  There was a lot of driving yet to do.  Although he remembered that Ally had been driving now for many years and could.  They were only a few hundred miles from LA and they had a whole week to stroll up the coast and would still be able to spend time with Rick.

 

Ally missed her dad.  Her heart just welled up when she saw him.  He was coming across the campus from the parking lot and Ally spotted him at a distance.  She started to jog toward him but evidently he hadn’t seen her yet.  As he walked across, she thought he cut a dashing figure.  He had a positive – I’m going somewhere – step in his walk, a slim figure for his age, and carried a certain air of enjoyment wherever he was.  He always dressed well for his shape and his well tailored sport coat obstructed any love handles he may have developed.  A dash of gray at his temples gave him a rugged masculine look. 

 

They greeted and hugged and kissed.  Big daddy hugs.  She always felt like a girl in his arms, not fully the woman she had become.  She wished he was with her all the time so he could see how she has grown.  They relaxed in her room, went to dinner, stopped in the bookstore and visited a couple of the nicer casual places on campus.  They talked.  They never ran out of things to tell each other or topics and attitudes to explore and exchange.  They wound up back in Ally’s room about 7:30, just when everyone was getting ready to leave or party.  Since this was the start of vacation week, the books were forgotten and by tomorrow night the place would be a ghost town.  But many preferred to stay on campus Friday night to party and leave for home with the casualness of Saturday.  The freshmen would, of course, all leave, which was OK by her.  Since she was a junior this year, she found the freshmen bothersome. 

 

Maria, Ally’s roommate had met her father before and found he was easy to talk to.  She said “hi” to them before when he dropped off his bag.  She was getting ready to go home.  She only lived a short distance and she wasn’t planning on leaving until 9:00.  Ally’s father thanked her in advance for the use of her bed.  “Now don’t be making me clean the sheets,” Maria said.  “I know how you young studs can be getting your cream all over things.  Don’t be seducing none of my sisters, now!  “She went on to say how she hadn’t had a stud in her bed for over 6 months.  Maybe the bed would have special soaking power.

 

It was a girls only dorm but the girls were pretty used to having boyfriends stay over.  They acted very nonchalant about it.  There was a public bathroom in the center of the floor, so the boys used it too when they were staying with someone.  The bathroom was set up with a large row of independent stalls and a wall facing with individual sinks.  A break in the wall of sinks led to the showers which also were set up with private individual stalls.  Each shower stall had a small antechamber used for changing and towels.  Most of the girls just wore their robes into the shower.  The school modestly had extra to spare.

 

Maria wanted to take a shower before she left because she would be seeing her boyfriend when she arrived home.  She stripped down in the middle of the room, right in front of Ally’s father!  He couldn’t help but watch her even though he felt Ally’s eyes on him.  But he continued a casual conversation with Maria which helped to disguise the intensity of his biological reaction to this voluptuous young woman stripping off her clothes in front of him.  The room wasn’t big enough to not look!  Maria got undressed down to her white panties and bra.  The panties were cut quite low in a bikini style and they looked a bit small for her as the cotton fabric was fully stretched.

 

Daddy seemed all right to Ally.  She thought this kind of experience might be embarrassing for him but he seemed as oblivious as could be.  Maria began gathering up her bathroom stuff – her makeup, her dryer, her toothpaste bag – and put them in a neat pile on the table.  She then went and got her robe.  It was a school issued robe and was made of thin linen material, cut to about mid thigh.  She turned her back to Ally’s father, facing Ally and removed her bra without turning around, her entire naked back exposed to his view.  She then put on the robe and slid her panties off.  It was certainly modest enough.  Then he spotted the mirror on the desk next to Ally.  Too late for any glimpse this time.  “Can I help in any way, Maria,” he joked.  “Sure,” she said and she tossed him her used panties.  “Wash these for me while I shower, will you, Sport!”  She was joking of course, he thought, while his hands gently held her used panties, fingertips at attention.  He almost closed his eyes.

 

He, too, had to use the toilette and he excused himself shortly after Maria left.  Maybe he would get a chance to see her in the bathroom.  He wanted to see more of her tits.  No sign of Maria when he got to the bathroom, but there were plenty of other girls walking around.  He concentrated on not staring and found a stall.  Before he sat down he heard someone enter the stall next to his.  He sat there for a few minutes unable to go even though his bladder was full.  Partly, it was his hardon.  It was hard to get it relaxed as he stared out between the edges of the stall door watching the parade of young, healthy, well shaped bodies roll by.  Even though they were dressed in robes some of them wore them open not knowing there was a man in a stall.  From this angle he could see a few patches of hair as they walked by.

 

He suddenly realized the girl in the next stall was beginning to moan.  He hadn’t heard any trickle coming from her stall either but he was more concentrated on his own until now.  Now he completely forgot about taking his own piss and just listened to the growing moans of the girl next door who was obviously in the throes of sexual desire.  He began to think that she deliberately followed him into the next stall.  This must be her little sexual trick to get herself off.  She knew he was in here.  It didn’t take but a second for her to follow him in.  She saw him although he didn’t see her and that excited him.  That he was the focus of a young girl’s masturbation fantasy.  Actually he should realize that they are young women now, most in their twenties, like his daughter.

 

She was moaning loud enough so he could clearly hear but soft enough that the girls at the sinks couldn’t hear.  But she knew he could hear!  The moans grew rapidly in pace and loudness.  He was amazed at how quickly she came to an orgasm.  It was a twisted whimpering orgasm, clearly holding back the loud grunts she wanted to release.  He felt it was late and he had to get back before Ally would wonder what he was doing, even though he hadn’t been able to take his piss.  Also he wanted to get a look at the girl next to him and if he gauged her right she would be out of the stall in a hurry.

 

He cleaned up quickly and was able to get out of the stall right after her.  He could see her cringe just a bit when his door opened right behind hers.  She was a petite young lady, wearing her own robe, but it was tied at the hips showing off a nice waist and a small but pleasing behind.  He looked up and realizing he was being watched by her in the mirror over the sink.  They made eye contact and looking into the smile on his face – a real shit eating, full of wonderment smile – she couldn’t help but smile back at him.  She had a pixie face and wore no makeup.  She might be a bit homely by the standards of college studs but he found her beautifully honest about her sexuality.  Even if she was desperate or had done this many times before, the idea of his mature physique getting a young girl off was particularly good for his male ego.  She had a great body but just hadn’t recognized its appeal yet.

 

While washing his hands, he continued to look at her, more leeringly as he went, letting her know he wanted her with little anticipation that anything could happen.  With a little makeup and confidence, she could be a heart breaker.  She saw him looking her over from bottom to her top, when his eyes caught hers, desire raced between them. 

 

But he had to get back and soon he was back in Ally’s room.  They talked some more and soon Maria returned from the shower.  Her hair was still up in a towel and her face showed the briefest sign of added makeup.  He wondered why she took the hairdryer if she didn’t dry her hair.  Maybe she wanted to get back sooner to the flirtation they had begun, he fantasized.  His bladder was still full but his cock was even fuller and his hardon was taking over all feelings of his body.

 

Maria was dressed in the robe and not much else he assumed.  She spent a few minutes dashing here and there in the room before she stood in front of the mirror at her corner desk.  Leaning forward, she took a brush to her long hair and brushed it to one side.  When she leaned forward, the loosely tied robe opened a V down her front exposing much of her brown skinned breast.  Then she reached for the dryer and began to apply it to one side of her hair.  She stood up straight but tilted her head to one side with a posture that leaned to one side.  The result of this was an opening from the bottom that ran along the middle of the bulge of her right leg.  The opening, of course, got smaller as it raised higher in an inverted V, but he could swear that he can see a spot at the very top that is on her leg but in a higher position than her pussy.  The visible strip of skin tells him she has yet to put her underwear on.

 

When she finishes with one side, she repeats the routine on the other, except that this time, the slit winds up on the other leg and a lot closer to the middle.  Keeping up his end of the conversation is difficult and he is deflecting the conversation to her by asking her about her family.  A simple question about someone in her family seemed to get Maria talking at a rapid rate.  She came from a large mixed race family and had a beautiful light brown skin color.  Black bushy hair could definitely be seen peeking out near the top of the slit.  It wasn’t all the way to the top but appeared a few inches down.  If the slit moved over just a bit, he might be able to see the whole bush.  As if on his command, Maria shifted her weight and there it was in its black beauty.  He could clearly see the triangle and where her legs met.  He looked up and Maria was talking and looking at him but kind of generally at him, apparently unaware of the show she was giving him.  Ally was busy writing something in her journal.

 

He had a raging hardon and Ally had noticed it creating an unmistakable bulge in his pants.  Her dad was still carrying on a conversation with Maria, but the sight of Maria in her bathrobe was obviously too much for the old man.  She wondered if he had gotten much, or any at all, since divorcing her mother five years ago.  She reached for her journal and jotted down a few notes about her dad, deliberately giving him more freedom to ogle Maria.  Maria was cool and they seemed to be hitting it off well.

 

Maria finished her hair and went through the reverse procedure from getting undressed.  With her back to him, she first put on her panties, then off came the robe.  Except this time, the white bikini panties were replaced by the barest thong.  It was just a string running along her crack from this angle, leaving nothing of her perfect ass hidden.  He barely watched her put on her bra but just stared at her behind.  Ally saw his stare and found it cute.  She almost laughed.  My dad is horny, she wrote in her journal.  Mercifully, Maria walked around in her underwear for only a short time before she got fully dressed.

 

Ally suggested that they take in the movie, downstairs in the dorm’s large TV room.  They were showing “It’s All About Mary!”  Soon they had said there good byes to Maria and while they were early to arrive, the best seats on the couch right in front were taken.  Ally suggested that Dad take the large armchair that sat off to the side and a little behind the second row.  She said there was seldom visual interference there and the seat was the most comfortable.  Ally sat a bit in front of her dad. 

 

The girl from the toilette came in and sat on the other side of the room.  She was wearing a T-shirt and white panties with some design on them, flower buds, perhaps, he thought.  About 10 girls in all came to watch the movie.  The rest were on their way home or out partying by now.  At least half of the girls were wearing some sort of college age sleepwear: the rest very casual clothes.  Ally’s dad was seeing flashes of panties and braless nipples everywhere he looked.  Throughout the movie, the girl in the T-shirt was flirting with him.  Flashing her panties at him from all kinds of angles.  With her legs lifted up on the arm of a nearby chair, her T-shirt wouldn’t cover her legs.  She would sit squat legged on the chair facing her pussy right across the room at him.  Then shift to sit sideways on the chair and let the cotton of her panties stretch across her exposed bottom.  She even cuddled her breasts a bit or a casual scratch.  And towards the end of the movie, she had her hands between her legs.  She made eye contact with him throughout the physical flirting she was doing.  And then there was the occasional brief focus on one of the girls walking to the nearby kitchen.

 

Ally had no idea what was going on behind her back or so he thought, even though he missed laughing on a few of the physical gags in the movie.  He was thinking that he had had enough sexual stimulation for one day and as they left after the movie, he was looking forward to going to Ally’s room for the night. 

 

The hallways were seeing a few of the girls returning for the night.  She suggested a cup of tea before bed and he agreed.  Then his daughter closed the door to the room and began to take her clothes off.  She did so quietly and gracefully.  He couldn’t help but notice how his little girl had all grown up and developed a more beautiful body than her mother ever had.  He found his hardon confusing but when she removed her bra without turning around as Maria had done, he was immediately and undeniably turned on.  She had full but perky breasts.  So firm they almost seemed to be still in a growth stage.  Her teats were quite prominent and seemed to be just the right size to complement the breast.  How many men have suckled those nipples, he thought?  She did turn to the side, almost around, when she removed her panties and he got a good view of her ass.  It was so white and pristine, plump and resilient.  He wanted to kiss her cheeks and not the ones near her nose.

 

She got dressed into her flannel PJ’s rather quickly and left to make some tea in the kitchen.  While she was gone, he took the opportunity to change into his PJ’s without embarrassment.  They were made of a dark steel blue silk and he liked the feel of silk on his body.  Their deep color, open cut in front, and rugged rope-like sash gave them a masculine persona.  He now noticed that his hardon was also very easy to spot under the silk.

 

The hallways were getting busier and it sounded like a number of girls had settled outside of Ally’s door to talk in alcohol amplified voices.  He and Ally were sitting on each of the two beds (he on Maria’s) facing each other talking when suddenly the door burst open.  Ally – are you there, a voice broke in.  It was Megan.  She was obviously tipsy and effervescent in her speech.  After asking permission to interrupt them, she went on to talk about her night, running into her true love at the bar.  She was still dressed, wearing blue jeans and a Tshirt.  She didn’t appear to be wearing a bra since her hardened nipples could be seen poking into the tight cotton.  She had ample breasts and seemed to be unaware of her nipples.  She sat down on the same bed as Ally’s dad while she talked non stop.

 

Soon the room was filled with girls as though the open door was an invitation.  Heather, Rebecca, Suzanne but he couldn’t keep their names straight as some left, others came and came back again.  But he wasn’t confused at the eye candy he was viewing.  A few of the girls were dressed in their nightwear.  One, Candice to him but Candy to her friends, was dressed in a baby doll nightgown and she sat opposite him in one of the desk chairs.  He got a great side view of her legs which she crossed and uncrossed casually.  As the room filled up, Suzanne sat next to him on the other side from Megan, squeezing him between them.  There was all sorts of contact as he and the girls occasionally repositioned themselves.

 

Suzanne had on sleepwear – a loose top with large open holes for her arms and blowzy nylon pants.  When she leaned forward to talk, he could see all of her smallish right breast.  Right to the nipple at times.  He had to reposition himself to make his hard on less noticeable but as he was doing so, Candy gave him one of those low glances and smiles that told him she noticed.  She seemed to enjoy it.  He was sitting cross legged and moved again so his legs were side by side and could be opened.  When he moved his right leg to the side, the outline of his cock could be seen riding down his right leg.  The fabric of his pajamas snuggly showed the outline to Candy, who secretly gave him an appreciative smile.

 

He had no time to look at Ally but she couldn’t help notice him and she noticed his hard on and she noticed Candy’s smile.  She could see her dad was overcome by the room full of estrogen and she was having a wet reaction to it.  Her reaction didn’t disturb her though and she found herself giving in to the feeling of this excited man and gave into peeking at his cock when he flashed Candy.

 

It continued like that until 3:00 AM when Ally finally started throwing people out.  Suzanne had cuddled up with her head in her dad’s crotch.  When she first put her head down she lay right on top of his cock and she could feel it stir under her.  She could feel its rock hardness and it seemed to her enormous.  But she pretended that she was unaware of it and she pretended to go to sleep.  Occasionally she shifted her weight and rubbed her head slightly into his lap.  Ally shook her wondering if the gentle shaking of her head inside her dad’s legs was having any effect on him.  In general, her dorm mates were deliberately teasing him all night, a game they seemed to constantly engage in with any male who visited the dorm, and her dad seemed to be flattered by it, enjoying himself thoroughly.

 

Suzanne stirred at the shaking and got up groggily.  She repeated Ally’s statement that it was time to go.  She turned to Ally’s dad and gave him a slow wet kiss on his lips, her hand resting gently on his chest.  It was a sleepy sexy kiss.  It was her way of saying thanks for letting her press her face against his hard cock.  As she left, Ally couldn’t help to notice her dad’s cock.  It was embarrassingly creating a tent in the lap of his pajamas.  Soon the room was empty and dad quickly got under the covers of his bed.  Lying on his side, he said good night as Ally turned off the lights and got into bed herself.  She settled in to sleep and couldn’t help thinking about how big her dad’s cock looked making that huge tent.  She wondered exactly how thick it was as she imagined it as it must look naked.

 

She lay awake but still for 15 or 20 minutes, unable to drop off to sleep.  Her dad was restless and kept shifting in his bed.  As her eyes adjusted to the light, the moonlight from the curtain gave enough light so that she could see a bit of her dad’s outline.  He was laying on his back and it looked like he might be stroking his cock.  She could definitely see a hooded hill in the blankets in the middle of his form.  She was lying on her side and opened her legs by bending one knee.  She worked her hand silently between her legs.  As she watched her dad’s shadowy movements, she found her pussy wet and waiting to be touched.

 

All doubts she had about what he was doing disappeared when she began to hear his heavy rhythmic breathing.  His breaths were getting shorter and shorter.  They turned into muffled grunts and ended in a few gasping groans.  She found listening to his masturbation, made her hot as hell and she wasn’t long in following him with a constant motion of her finger around the edge of her rigid clitoris.  But she was very quiet and sure that he didn’t hear her.

Previous Parts posted yesterrday and the day before.

 

KEN’S TURN

 

“Well, I promised Ken a reward.  Do you want to watch me give him a blow job, Debi?  While you finish your wine.”

 

Debi didn’t say a word but just watched while her sister moved over to the couch where Ken was and undid his pants.  She pulled them off his legs and left his boxer shorts on.  Ken’s cock was sticking up through the slit in his shorts as his wife wrapped her hand around it.  She put her face in front of it and licked it and kissed it.  Ken found it especially exciting that Debi was watching and he faked closing his eyes while staring at her through the slits.  He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.

 

Her mouth was now over his cock and she was simultaneously sliding it in and out and using her hand to pull his skin taut.  It didn’t take Ken long to be close to an orgasm, but just before he was ready to cum, she stopped, looked over at Debi and asked her if she wanted a taste.  She declined, but Ken thought was an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him.  Her offer got his mind racing as soon as his wife returned her mouth to his cock, he started to cum.  He held the back of her head grabbing handfuls of her long silky hair.  She swallowed the warm hot stuff quickly as he came.  She liked the taste when it was still hot and flowing but she avoided letting it hit the air when it starts to get sticky.  She looked up at Ken as she sucked in the last few drops and then over to Debi.  Debi wondered if she could ever learn to swallow.  She had avoided it so far and it really didn’t appeal to her but the way her sister did it, it seemed so neat.  Ken was leaning back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied.  As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought, I’ll have to be the first up tomorrow morning.

 

THE NEXT MORNING

 

He woke up early and snuck out of the bed so as not to disturb his wife’s sleep.  Since he slept naked he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and he went into the hall to put them on.  Debi was still in bed and her door was ajar just an inch or so, not enough to allow a view into the room.  He went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where he make coffee.  He also put some bacon on.  There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up to the smells of coffee and bacon. 

 

So he was turning the bacon with one hand and drinking his coffee in the other when Debi emerged from her bedroom fully robed.  “Well aren’t we the early one,” she said as she passed the kitchen on her way to the bathroom.  She was immediately struck by his cute ass, flat stomach and startled by all of his flesh exposed, but she behaved nonchalantly.  He wasn’t a classic bodybuilder type but he was a strapping young man with a fit body if not overly muscular.  She had spent most of the night reliving in her thoughts and her dreams the touches of last night and the experience of entering into some more intimate relationship with her sister and brother-in-law.  Something about the evilness of it turned her on.

 

In the bathroom, she decided that she would take off her panties and just wear the robe.  While Ken would never know it (probably) she would and it would be exciting for her.  She put the panties in the pocket of the robe and returned to the kitchen.  Her terry cloth robe was wrapped and tied modestly but she didn’t use any of the buttons.  As she poured her coffee, she commented, “So, now that we’ve seen each others private parts, do you plan to wear just your shorts when I’m around.”  He paused for a moment before replying “Yes, seems right to me.”  “Well, don’t get carried away with last night.”

 

He looked at her with deep probing eyes that roved over her body from her feet slowly up to her face.  Looking her in the face, he said, “I remember every curve on your body, after all I touched every one of them, didn’t I?  You did have a good time last night, didn’t you?  You never even said thanks, you know.”  Standing next to him she leaned forward said thanks and kissed him.  He saw it coming and made sure it landed lip to lip and he put some effort into it.  But both of his hands were occupied so he was unable to control the duration which she made rather short.  The bacon was done and they both sat at the kitchen table, talking and flirting waiting for Ken’s wife to get up.

 

Debi knew her robe was open across her legs and it she didn’t keep them crossed there’s no telling what he would be seeing.  She frequently re-crossed her legs, quickly putting the robe back in place as it slipped.  When she leaned forward or laughed, the top of the robe billowed open exposing the tops of her firm breasts.  Ken was suggesting to her that she take the robe off since he had already seen her naked and his persistent hardon was obvious in his shorts.  She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying thinking about seeing her naked again and maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time.  When he got up for a second cup of coffee his cock stuck out in a clownish way and they both were laughing about it when Ken’s wife came into the kitchen to say hi.  She was off to the bathroom and when she returned she seemed to be in a good mood, dressed in a see through silky slip and blue bikini panties.

 

“Ken was telling me that I now owe him a backrub from last night,” Debi told her.  “I don’t remember that deal, do you?”  “There was no deal, but maybe it would be the courteous thing to do.  Maybe we should both give him a massage after breakfast.  Do you have time, Debi, before you leave?”  “Let’s see,” she hesitantly replied.  “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.  “That would fix him,” Debi replied.

 

After breakfast, Ken’s wife had it all organized again.  She remade the makeshift bed in the living room, covering the pillows with a sheet as they had done last night.  She moved some furniture away so there would be room for two of them to move around.  Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife pulled his shorts off.  She told Debi to get on one side while she got on the other.  Their massage was different with more caressing strokes and less rubbing and kneading.  Her sister told Debi to do on one side what she was doing on the other and she ran her hands all the way down his back across his butt and down his legs.  Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg apart spreading them open.  As they moved around him on the floor, Debi’s robe would open from time to time exposing all of her nakedness underneath.

 

Ken’s wife then ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and grazed her fingers along his balls.  Debi was unable to fit her hand in his crevice along with her sister and so she moved across his butt and along his back.  “Ever notice how a man’s balls get tight when he is excited,” her sister asked her.  “Ken, get up on your knees so I can show her and he complied.  With his butt sticking up in the air, both his wife’s and Debi’s face were only a foot or two from his butt.  His wife was cuddling his balls and showing them off to Debi.  “Feel him under here Debi,” she said and she reached under him stroking his cock.  When she removed her hand, Debi followed her instructions and enjoyed touching his long hard cock. 

 

“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that,” and she put her mouth to the cheek closer to her kissing him.  “Here’s how he really likes it,” she said as she leaned deep into the crack of his ass and planted a couple of kisses right on his brown hole.  “Here, hold his cheeks apart for me Debi.”  When she did, she watched her sister blow, then kiss, then lick his brown hole.  She could hear Ken’s breathing deepen.  Debi’s sister continued to play games with his ass for a while as she pulled his cheeks apart. 

 

“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he obeyed.  The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body.  Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs.  They continued this avoiding touching his straining cock.  Debi found it exciting to see this man lying with his cock pointing all the way up almost to his belly button.  Ken’s wife began to mix in a few caresses of Ken’s cock with the other stroking and encouraged Debi to touch his cock.  She did, feeling a slight bit of anxiety that her hands would not be as skilful as her sisters but Ken found her touch very exciting and this was obvious to everyone.  “That’s the way, Debi; he loves the way you do that.”

 

They alternated playing with his cock and long strokes along his body.  His wife leaned forward and kissed him deeply and long while Debi stroked his cock.  She was stroking him slowly and he seemed to like this a lot.  He was moaning while he kissed his wife.  “OK, Debi, it’s sitting time.  Do you want to sit on his face or his cock?”  “I’ll take his face,” she said which Ken was a bit disappointed at.  He wouldn’t mind fucking his sister-in-law.  They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lower her pussy around his cock.  The girls faced one another and Debi was surprised when her sister leaned forward and kissed her.  It was sensual, sexual, tongue and open mouth kiss.  Debi was turned on from Ken’s tongue and her sister’s mouth.  She suddenly felt that this was wrong, but knew she did not have the will power to stop.  She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. 

 

Her sister leaned forward on her hands, her hair falling into Debi’s breast while she began to hump up and down on Ken’s cock.  Debi could realize from the lack of consistency from Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited.  After about 15 minutes, his wife slowly pulled off of Ken’s cock.  She opened a condom and slipped it over Ken’s cock.  “OK Debi, let’s switch places.  Debi at first said no but her sister insisted and Debi couldn’t help but admire Ken’s rigid member and she did want to feel it inside her.  So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement.  Again the girls faced each other and as Debi bounced up and down, her sister squeezed Debi’s breasts.  Debi was surprised at how fast she was approaching an orgasm and as Ken’s excitement rose, hers rose with him and when he exploded she released as well.  She stayed on top of him until his cock started to soften and then the three of them lay side by side with Ken in the middle cuddling, the girls caressing each other’s arms across Ken’s chest.

 

Debi knew their relationship would never be the same.

Part 1 in the yesterdays weblog.  Warning: explicit description of sexual activity is included.

NIGHT TWO

Debi had all day to think about it, too.  She kept recalling the sight of his huge cock, lying against his naked stomach when her sister pulled the covers back last night.  He wanted her.  He wanted her bad and she did notice his crotch all day and saw the outline of his hardon a couple of times.  Poor baby, she thought and realized that she enjoyed teasing him.  She thought she was doing her sister a favor by teasing him.  She certainly seemed in a good mood this morning.  So she kept flirting with him all day.  She used word play with suggestive double entendres.  She touched him frequently with her hands.  Occasionally bumping into him, body against body; her firm breasts pressed up against his shoulders or his back. 

She decided that if she had the opportunity, she would take him up on his body rub tonight.  But as they lay down around the living room, after dinner, she became impatient with waiting for one of them to raise it and finally asked.  “Is your offer for a massage, still open?”  She was lying on her side in the middle of the living room.  “Yes!  Yes!” he said trying in vain not to sound too anxious.  She put the throw pillow under her head and rolled over onto her stomach.  “Well I’m ready,” she said.

“No, no, we must do it right,” her sister jumped in.  “Let’s get set up.  You need to take off those clothes in order for him to use his long smooth strokes.  While your doing that I will put some cushions on the floor.”

When Debi returned from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the lights in the room had been replaced with the light from about eight candles spread around the room.  The cushions from the couch had been placed on the floor and a sheet wrapped around them.  Her sister was sitting in the single chair that framed the open space now filled with the makeshift bed.  Ken stood next to the bed towering over it watching Debi with intense eyes as she walked into the room. 

Debi quickly got down on the sheet removing the towel from her as she lowered herself, laying it across her behind.  She was proud of how gracefully she was able to make this move in one easy movement.  Ken got a glimpse of her breasts and she knew that.  He also noticed she was still wearing her white cotton panties.   It signaled her blushing innocence and Ken found that even more exciting.

He had his special massage oil which could be used sparingly and had a pleasant scent.  He warmed it in his hands and used large broad circular strokes across her back.  Spending plenty of time on her back, shoulders and neck, his strokes were firm, squeezing the larger muscles but quite gently relaxing Debi.  He did each arm individually even rubbing each finger.  He returned to her back after doing both arms but this time his strokes were very slow and gentle, almost giving Debi goosebumps.  He had a hardon the entire time and his wife seemed almost fixated on it.

He then focused on her lower back and worked his way below the line of the towel but didn’t go below the waistband of the panties she still wore.  As he kneaded her hips and lower back, he couldn’t help but admire the naked slope of her creamy back.  She was a beautiful young girl, he thought.  He could tell the effect was beginning to get sensual.  He replaced the towel and moved around to reach her feet.  This time he massaged her feet while she was on her stomach by lifting each foot so that her knee was bent to a 90° angle.  In this position the towel lifted just enough and her legs were spread just enough for him to see that she was actually wearing a white thong.  So as he massaged her feet, he was peeking at her ass.  His wife said, “Have a nice view, honey?”  And he responded that her sister has as nice a back as she did.  “It must run in the family.” 

After putting her second leg back on the makeshift bed, he began to massage her legs rubbing up and down – each time going higher and higher.  He moved all the way up her leg, surrounding it with both hands and slowly just creasing the inside of her pussy with the top of his inside hand.  He wouldn’t stay there – just crease her pussy and roll his hands away, move down the leg and back up again.  First he did one leg and then the other.  Debi had her eyes closed and was in total enjoyment.

“Only two more muscles left on this side and we’ll do the other.  How are you doing, Deb?” he asked.  She murmured as she thought about what she will use the one towel to cover when she turned over.  If she wasn’t so relaxed she would have been startled as Ken moved beside her and lifted the towel from one side to show half of her ass.  But she was enjoying the whole thing too much to complain and it should be her sister who complains if it goes too far.  Ken put both hands on the semicircle of her rump and squeezed and kneaded and pressed and Debi loved it.  He moved over to the other side and did it the same way.  After a bit of a vigorous action, his fingertips did find their way along the insides of her crack, although he replaced the towel.  She was still wearing her thong, so he never got into any truly sensitive spots.  (Or at least, that was how Debi was justifying it.)

He then straddled her in the small of her back with one knee on each of her sides and his face facing her feet.  He reached under the towel and very gently began to rub her ass in large motions that contoured her plump ass.  When both hands slide over the bottom of her ass cheeks, it felt great, and Debi was quietly moaning.  He could almost feel the vibrations of her moan within the arch of his legs.  His wife gave him a fingered hi-sign while she grinned her approval.  She was sitting leaning forward in her chair with her legs crossed.  The leg on top was swaying back and forth strongly enough to shake her hips in rhythm. 

He continued to rub her ass and lower back and he eventually removed the towel with no objection from Debi.  Her moans seemed involuntary and were at their height when his hands moved slowly and gently from top to bottom with his thumbs running along the inside of her rump.  Sometimes he would gently pull her crack open causing her to feel the strap of her thong to fit tighter in her crack.  Sometimes he would gently run the thumbs one right behind the other right down the middle of her crack touching the strap of her thong with the tips of his thumbs.  Debi would just moan, louder now so her sister could hear.

“Time to turn over, Deb” and she responded with something mumbled about being all done.  “No your not!” said her sister.  “I’ll help you turn her over.”

And she got up and grabbed her head and shoulders while Ken took her feet and with a little help from Debi they had her turned over in a an instant.  Debi put her arms in front of her breasts and felt naked.  You could still see much of her breasts.  While they were probably a B cup, they were full and looked like they might even still be growing.  They were at that stage of breast development where their growth was keeping the skin taut and the shape firm even lying down. 

She didn’t know where the towel was, but Ken retrieved it and placed it over her breasts.  He massaged her face and head, around her ears.  Debi found this (and the surprising towel move) relaxed her.  Kneeling above her head with his back to his wife, Ken massaged her neck and the top of her shoulders.  He then moved to her side, removing the towel from her breasts and placing it over Debi’s face.  It felt to Debi a bit like an ostrich hiding their head while the rest of their body is exposed.  His hands roamed over her entire chest including breast and non breast parts.  Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention.  If she could see what Ken saw she would be embarrassed.

He reached across and pulled up the skin from her far side up toward her breast, eventually both hands converging around the volume of her breast sliding gently across her nipples.  He switched his movements to one hand following the other, each stroke starting at her side and moving toward her middle over her breasts and over her stomach.  The movements became gentle and fast and Debi was back in her ecstasy.  He moved around her to do the other side.  Ken noticed that his wife was sitting with her legs akimbo on the seat of the chair and her hands resting in the crotch of her sweatpants.

Ken finished her chest with fluttering touches across her stomach and breasts.  He alternated with a few slow well contacted strokes.  His hands would roam down across her stomach and even across the front of her panties, then down the top flat sides beside her mons and to the top of her thighs.  He used slow gentle strokes that started at one end – her feet, for example – and then slid all the way up her legs, across her torso, around the curves of her breasts and up her neck to finish with all ten fingers working their way through her hair to the top of her head.  And then he would reverse it going down.  Debi put her hands under her head and stretched, arching her back, while Ken continued his stroking.

“Should I give her the full hand treatment?” Ken asked his wife.  “I hear no objections from Debi.  Give her your magic touch finish.” 

Ken focused on Debi’s breasts, especially her nipples.  He tweaked them and tickled them by running one finger tip across and around her areola.  They were probably as big as they had ever been but Debi could just feel them and imagine.  Ken moved slowly down her front toward her sides.  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Debi’s thong and smoothly removed them as he slid his hands down her legs, pulling them over her feet.  The sides went down easily but the very center strap stuck to her pussy before Ken’s continuous slide tugged it out.  She was soaking wet.

Ken lifted one of Debi’s limp legs and opened her up.  He sat in between her legs and started each hand on her ankle and moved up both legs at the same time.  As he neared the junction of her legs his hands stopped forming a circle around her pussy.  He ran the edges of his thumbs lightly through the light blonde hairs of her pussy.  She trimmed her pussy but still left most of her natural thin hair.  It was a very fine texture.  Here he was, thought Ken, with his hands all around Debi’s naked pussy. God, life was good to him.

He started slowly using light patting movements over her hairy mons.  Debi was having trouble containing all of her excitement in her stretches and her hips were moving.  “Do her right and you will be rewarded royally, Ken” his wife whispered so all could hear.

Ken then look some oil and dripped it onto her clit directly from the bottle.  It felt cool to Debi but didn’t have a cooling effect.  With one finger he rubbed the oil into the folds of her region, giving equal time to all the parts between the top of her clit to the top of her pussy.  He hardly had to move his finger at all as he followed the movement of Debi’s hips, letting his finger go farther down as she lifted her hips.  He gradually shifted from one finger to his whole palm, caressing across the full space of her swollen lips.

Ken shifted to straddle one leg so he could get a better angle with his hand.  He pulled the skin above her clit up and taut, exposing her clit.  The oil still provided a lubricated surface and he used one finger of his other hand to rub lightly along the side of her clit.  He found a spot and Debi started to rotate her hips wildly but Ken continued to focus on her clit like a rider on a bucking bronco.  He shifted his hands so one continued to play with her clit – this time with two fingers running up and down on either side, pulling and moving the outer skin of her clit.  His other hand moved lower and his finger poked at the opening to her vagina.  Debi was completely out of control.  Her hands were still under her head but she was writhing now and Ken sometimes had to reposition his hands. 

He moved around and straddled her stomach, in part as a way of keeping her pussy still and went to work on her clit and her cunt at the same time.  He could tell Debi loved it when his finger poked into her opening and he played mostly on the rim with an occasional penetration.  Sometimes he would stop the movement of one hand to focus her attention on the other.  In this way he continued to drive her into frenzy, moving from activity on her clit to her cunt.  She was ready to cum anytime, he knew.  After teasing her for a few more minutes he rubbed her clit unrelentingly, letting the tension continue to build within her.  Her hip muscles were tired from wriggling under his weight and she opened her legs, lifting her knees.  She was letting her sister’s husband – Ken, who always had a hardon around her – see her at her most exposed and touch her wherever he wanted.  She just knew she didn’t want him to stop. 

He continued on both orifices at once with two fingers penetrating her cunt and looking for her g-spot.  His other hand was not quite touching her clit but it was rubbing very fast now near it and pulling it up and down creating an almost vibrating experience for Debi.  She came loudly and her sister chuckled softly.  But Debi’s moans were serious and deep with multiple orgasmic releases coming one after another.  When she thought she was done, the orgasms continued for a few more uncontrollable spasms.  When she began to push at Ken’s back, he finally stopped and just laid one hand to rest over her mons as a sort of an ending. 

Debi was exhausted and more aware that she was the only one in the room that was naked.  Ken got off her and had more than a little trouble standing up with his hardon stuck in his pants. He went and got another sheet for Deb to wrap around herself while his wife went to get Debi a glass or wine.  Soon they were all comfortably sitting in the living room again with Debi wrapped modestly in her sheet, talking about how good Ken’s massages were.

To be continued….

Warning: My stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity.

 

He couldn’t get it out of his mind.  The suggestion and her sister.  He was sitting on his couch and his sister-in-law, Debi, was sitting on the floor while he was massaging her head.  His wife sat across the room in her favorite chair.  Her sister was staying with them for the weekend and she had just driven 200 miles to get there, complaining of a headache.  They had dinner and were on their second bottle of wine, when he offered to rub her head.  The three of them chatted idly while he pressed his palms into Debi’s forehead and rubbed her temples.  He continued rubbing all of her face and the back of her neck.  Debi was having trouble keeping up her end of the conversation and a lull fell across the room.  She was murmuring softly to indicate her enjoyment of his rubbing when her sister broke the silence.

 

“He has great hands, don’t you think?”  “Mmmmmm,” she responded.  “Can you imagine how good it feels when he applies them all over your body?”  Silence.  “Take it from me, it’s great.  Or maybe you shouldn’t just take my word for it.  Maybe I should let him give you a full body massage.  I don’t think he would object.  Would you, Ken?”  “No objection here,” he responded quickly, a bit shocked at his wife’s suggestion.  He continued rubbing trying to put all the sensuality he could muster while attending her neck and shoulders.  “Well, would you like to have him give you a full body massage, Deb?”

 

Debi, who was only 20, nervously – almost unconvincingly – said ‘Not right now.’  While Debi was very cute she did not have a lot of experience with men.  She had dated but her natural shyness and proper upbringing resulted in a few relationships with men that had actually developed into sexual ones.  She wasn’t a virgin but was still a bit naïve.  The comments by her sister broke the mood and she thanked him for the head rub, got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

 

“Would you really have let me give her a full body massage?” he said.  “Yes, I would have, if she wanted it.”  Debi returned and sat on the opposite end of the couch from him.  “Have you ever had a foot massage,” he asked.  “It’s not a full body massage but would you like to try that?”  “OK, I’ll try that,” Debi responded.  She spread out her legs toward him on the couch.  Her feet were already bare, so he got to work with his magic hands on her feet.  Debi who had never really had a foot massage was amazed at how relaxing it was and how good it felt.  He massaged one foot using both hands to squeeze a single foot and running his thumbs down the middle of her bottom.  When he switched feet he rested her first foot in his crotch.  He had a hardon (he had it since his wife had made that suggestion) and her foot rested just at the bottom of it.  As he massaged the other foot, Debi would casually stretch the other one or move it slightly almost imperceptibly.  But it was hardly imperceptible to him and it caused him considerable extra excitement, which he used as incentive to continue rubbing her feet.  As he switched back and forth between feet Debi would take the opportunity to rub her feet up and down his crotch.  Debi’s sister sat in her chair and watched with a relaxed smile on her face.  Actually it was quite a devilish smile, thought Ken.

 

Before long it was time for bed.  He was the first into bed and is wife followed shortly.  Debi was in the bathroom.  He was lying in bed on his back, the existence of his hardon clearly visible under the covers.  His wife left the door open as she changed into her nightshirt.  “I see you liked rubbing. Debi.”  “Yes,” he said, “your suggestion drove me crazy.  Did you really mean it?”  “Sure, why not.  Debi deserves some fun.  I think I would enjoy watching that.  In fact, maybe we should invite her into our bed tonight, now that she has had some time to think about it.  What would you think of that?”  “I would have absolutely no problem with that, but wouldn’t you get jealous?”  “Not with my sister!” she said, “Not if she wanted it.”  “How far would you let me go?” he asked.  “As far as she would let you go.  Remember, she is just a few years into her womanhood and she might not be ready.”

 

She crawled in under the covers, just as Debi came out of the bathroom.  “Hey, Deb, come here a second.”  She appeared in the door.  “There are more towels in the linen closet and an extra blanket in your bedroom closet if you need them.” his wife said.  “OK,” Deb responded.  Then his wife reached over the covers and cupped his bulging crotch with her hand.  “Look at this Deb.  I think he liked the massage more than you did!” and she laughed.  “Here, take a better look.”  And she threw the covers back exposing his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and pulling it out in plain view.  It stood at complete attention in her hand which was wrapped around the middle, fully exposing it bulbous circumcised head.  He was flustered for a second but recovered and decided he enjoyed watching Debi look at his excitement.

 

“Would you like to help me put an end to his swelling?”  He was shocked and unfortunately so was Debi, whose face turned a bright red.  “No, no, I think that’s your job, sis,” she said and turned away toward her bedroom.  As she was walking away, his wife yelled, “If you change your mind, just come on in.”  His wife laughed, enjoying her joke on everyone.  Debi had left all flustered and confused and he had been embarrassed by having his privates exposed.  Something about the situation tickled his wife and she continued laughing as she began to stroke his cock.

 

The light was still on and the door open, but she resisted his suggestion that they close either.  “Maybe, she will change her mind,” she whispered in his ear.  “Or maybe she will just want to peek.  I’ll bet she masturbates tonight.  Can you imagine her masturbating in the other room Ken?”  Ken was so excited.  His wife was driving him crazy with these thoughts of his sister-in-law.  He rolled over, slid his body against hers, lifting her nightshirt to feel her nakedness and rubbing his hips against hers.  It wasn’t long before his uncontrollable hips, rubbing against her, brought him to a hard spurting orgasm.  It would only be the first of three before they went to sleep. 

 

The last orgasm came in the dark while his wife slept and he listened carefully to the low moans coming down the hall from Debi’s room.  He thought he was spent until he heard her moan in the quiet night.  Thinking of Debi masturbating and wondering what she was thinking about.  How good a massage would feel.  How she might help her sister comfort him in his time of need.  Sneaking down the hall and watching.  Did she watch he wondered?  With the light on and the door open it was be easy for her to watch undetected.  Is that why she is masturbating now, an hour and a half after bedtime?  Was she deliberately moaning loud enough for him to hear?  Did she want him to go to her?  He began thinking about licking her tight pussy and playing with her clit.  Thinking about her rubbing her clit right now as stroked his own cock and he came for a third time, perhaps just when she did because she seemed quiet then.

 

He slept solidly and got up late – after the two women were up and dressed.  He had hoped to be awake when they went prancing around in the morning.  Oh well, Deb was staying for another night and he would probably have a hardon all day thinking about what might happen.

 

To be continued…