[This may be bookmarked and read in parts since it is a bit long. It does have 4 chapters.]
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.
At seventeen, Debi didn’t have a lot of experience with men although her beauty had attracted many high school boys. She was hardly ever without a boyfriend of one sort or another but most of it was just puppy love. Debi was a true beauty, though with a curvaceous body, perky breasts, and a round rump that was the envy of all her friends. Straight blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes only rounded out the perfect package. She was a bit petite and definitely all girl.
“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 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 virginal 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.
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 you’re 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 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 fixated on it.
He then focused on Debi’s lower back and worked his way below the line of the towel put 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 Ken politically 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 her enjoyment. She thought about how one towel would protect her modesty 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 anyway 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 (with his fingertips just finding their way along the insides of her crack) 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 you’re 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 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 when lying down.
Ken placed the towel over her breasts. He massaged her face and head, around her ears. Debi found this (and the placement of the towel) 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 but somehow she felt more secure with the towel covering her blushing face. His hands on her breasts felt so good!
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. She had a great grin over her face.
“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. Debi decided to just go with it, not quite sure what was next.
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 and formed 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 blonde 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. Her hips were moving and she felt like attacking Ken but resisted her urges.
“Do her right and you will be rewarded royally Ken,” his wife whispered so all could hear.
Ken then took some oil and dripped it onto her clit directly from the bottle. It felt cool to Debi but didn’t have a cooling effect. A couple of the drips landed right on her clit which made her body twitch. 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 pushing her oiled hair to each side. 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 where 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. 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 lost his place and had to reposition his hands.
He moved around and straddled her stomach without ever letting go of her pubic region completely. With his weight on her the movement of her hips was more confined. He went to work on her clit and her cunt at the same time. He could tell Debi loved it when his finger poked 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. Debi had completely given into the feelings she was getting from Ken’s touch.
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 his fingertips were pulling the skin of her hood 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. And Debi finished with one quiet orgasm under the weight of his hand.
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 of 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.
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 smiled and 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. He faked closing his eyes and leaned his head back while he was staring at her through subtle slits of almost closed eyes. He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.
His wife’s mouth was 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 what an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him. Her offer got his mind racing and 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 where 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 and she seemed to enjoy it so much. When Ken finished he leaned back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied. As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought about what had just happened and how delicious his wife’s sister would taste. How beautiful she was and how excited he got touching her. He decided then 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 and if not overly muscular, he didn’t have a fat cell to be seen. He had a fine patch of long thinly spaced hairs on his chest with a trail that disappeared into his shorts. Something about the aroma of coffee and bacon that inexplicably added to the air of masculinity for her. 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. His persistent hardon was obvious in his boxers. She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying his thoughts. Thinking about seeing her naked again. Maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time, she teased. 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 tank top 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 hesitated. “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.
“That would fix him,” Debi replied laughingly. “I guess I have some time and it would only be fair.”
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.
Meanwhile Ken took a quick shower and returned to the living room with his boxers back on. Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife quickly 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. The oil was used sparingly. They spent about 15 minutes massaging his back, his neck and his legs. Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg spreading them apart. 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. At seventeen she really hadn’t felt many cocks and none from this naked angle between his ass cheeks.
“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that!” The older sister put her mouth on one of Ken’s cheeks and kissed 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 very gently 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. She continued to kiss and lick his ass for a while as Debi kept his cheeks pulled apart. Ken’s heavy breathing attested to how much he liked it.
“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he did as he was told with no complaints. The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body applying just a tiny bit of oil. Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs. They continued this avoiding touching his staining 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 poured a generous amount of oil onto her hands and began to caress Ken’s cock and soon encouraged Debi to touch his cock too. 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.” Debi could see a look of pleasure in Ken’s eyes when gripped and rubbed his fleshy oiled tool. The oil allowed her to grip him gently or tightly and she watched his reaction as she tried both.
They alternated playing with his cock while the other made 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?” There was a slight pause.
“I’ll take his face,” Debi said. Ken thought he wouldn’t mind fucking his cute young sister-in-law. They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lowered her pussy around the tip of his cock. Her plunging motion down its length was slow and deliberate. 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 enjoying Ken’s rapid tongue movement and her sister’s mouth. A wave of guilt swept over her, but knew she did not have the will power to stop. She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. Once she was turned on, she so enjoyed giving into her feelings, especially because it was bad.
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 realized from the lack of consistency of Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited and having a hard time concentrating. 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 knew that she really did want to feel it inside her. Why should she deny herself if sis was OK with it?
So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement. Again the girls faced each other and he noticed how much tighter little Debi’s cunt was around his cock. So tight and yet she took his full length into him. They bother were moaning. 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.
