One summer we rented a beach house with my wife’s family. It was kind of miserable— so many people, and her sister-in-law was insufferable most of the time. Though, she was kind of sexy- skinny, tight ass, tits that seemed too big for her body shape and size- she talked all the fucking time. Her mouth wore me out.
My wife complained that she thought she had gotten a boob job, and how ridiculous that was given their financial situation. And, of course, since there were so many people in the house, I wasn’t getting laid.
So, I spent the week drinking whiskey and whatever else I could find to pass the hours we weren’t at the beach or golfing.
One day, the whole family went to the beach and I stayed in the beach house, playing some PlayStation and chilling. Suddenly, my sister-in-law came back to the house- red hair flowing, as she came in fuming about her husband. I was pretty annoyed she broke my peace and quiet.
“What’s up?”
“My fucking husband…he’s such a fucking loser,” she said slamming down her keys.
“Oh?” I said, hoping she’d see my disinterest and move on. But, she didn’t get the hint.
“So, he’s down at the beach just eyeing up all these young things in bikinis and he acts like nothing’s even wrong…”. Her story droned on. “And he won’t even fuck me! Like we NEVER fuck, and don’t even get me started on getting my pussy eaten!” My cock started hardening in my swim trunks.
I stopped gaming and looked up at her. “Sorry,” she said, “that was TMI”.
“It’s cool,” I said. “I definitely get it. Your sister’s a prude too.”
We spent the next 10 minutes complaining about each of our sex lives. The alcohol making me feel free to share more than I probably should have. But, it was also turning me on and she seemed to be liking it. The conversation went from “he doesn’t/ she doesn’t” to “well, I would definitely…/ if I was married to you…” and suddenly both of us seemed to be leading each other down a path that we shouldn’t have been.
“So, are those tits real?” I asked.
“You wanna’ see?,” she inquired, a sly look on her face as she lifted up her shirt. Her round tits were barely restrained by her bikini and looked sumptuous.
“Well, they look real…butttt….” the whiskey definitely impairing my decision making.
She unclasped her bikini, her breasts not sagging an inch, when they sprung out. “You should come touch them for yourself and see.”
I cautiously approached, looking around to make sure no one was coming back to the beach house. Her nipples hardened before I even touched them. My hands squeezed all around both her tits. She had to have seen my cock hardening even more in my swim trunks.
“You should put them in your mouth, just to be sure.”
I accepted the invitation. My tongue ran between her breasts, working my way to her nipple. Flicking it with my tongue; she moaned loudly. I opened my mouth wide, taking as much of her breast in my mouth as I could, still flicking her tit with my tongue. I felt her moving and grinding— thinking she was enjoying how my mouth devoured her.
Suddenly, I realized why she was moving so much— her shorts and bikini bottoms were on the floor beside us, her ginger-haired snatch dripping wet. She looked me in the eyes and slowly dropped to her knees, deftly pulling my cock from my swim trunks. She had done this like she had imagined this scenario before.
She tongued my cock, slowly licking up and down my shaft. I shuddered. She worshipped my cock as she lathered it in saliva. It felt so fucking good, but definitely was naughty as fuck. Of course, that made it feel even better.
On her knees, she looked up at me seductively, “So?”
“Fake,” I gasped. “But, I’d suck on them allll day.”
She swallowed my thick cock instantly. She gagged as my long, thick cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. She sucked on it like she’d been wanting to for a long time. Right as I was ready to cum, I pulled her off my dick. Spit ran down my shaft; drool dripped from her lips.
“You naughty girl,” I said looking down at her.
“I want your cum,” she begged, trying to get to my cock again.
“Oh, you’re gonna’ get it.” I looked at her slyly.
I led her over to the bed and laid down. “Sit on my face,” I demanded, “Let me eat that needy pussy.”
She straddled my face and lowered her lips to my tongue. I licked her from her soaked hole to her clit, and flicked it with my tongue. Instantly, she let out a loud moan, finally getting her pussy eaten like she’d been craving. She grabbed the headboard and pressed her sopping, ginger bush onto my face.
Grinding hard she slathered my face in juices, sweet, tasty juices flowing from her hole. I flattened my tongue so it covered all of her labia and clit as she moved. I felt her start to shake, so I reached up and grabbed her tits. Her moaning got louder, a huge orgasmic wave building in her.
When the wave broke she yelled my name and started panting. Her whole body tensed and squirt gushed from her hole, soaking my face and the pillow. She rode my face until her sensitive clit couldn’t take it anymore.
She collapsed onto the bed beside me, trying to catch her breath. I moved to the chair and sat down, my hard cock standing at full attention. She looked at me and I summoned her with my finger. She slid off the bed, checked the front door as she crossed the room, and straddled me.
She held my rock hard shaft in her hand and jerked it, right at the edge of her pussy. I could feel her warmth on my tip and she still dripped wetness, that fell onto my dick.
“I’ve thought a lot about having your cock inside me. I’ve noticed the bulge in your golf pants before and it’s made me so wet…”
“You want it?”
“Fuck yes I do,” she said excitedly, lowering herself onto my shaft. She bounced up and down on the tip, moaning and gasping as she did. She was still standing, so I thrust my hips upward to bury it deeper inside of her. But, I still could get as deep as I wanted.
I pulled her onto my lap, my cock disappearing inside her craving hole. My eyes were fixed on the way my cock stretched her tight pussy. Watching it part her lips and slide in and out of her. Soaked.
“Look at that cock stretching you pussy.”
She looked down and moaned, watching her deserted pussy being filled by her sister’s husband.
“I can’t believe my sister…doesn’t…love…riding this…cock,” she somehow managed to say through her gasps.
She started grinding her wet pussy on my cock that was buried deep inside her slutty pussy. She fed me her tits and I sucked her hard nipples, as they bounced up and down. The more I sucked, the hotter and wetter her pussy got, the louder she moaned. If anyone walked in now there’d be no hiding it.
“I can’t believe your husband won’t fuck this tight pussy and suck on these tits,” I responded.
I grabbed her red hair and pulled her head back, and she started cumming immediately. Her legs gripped hard and her skin went flush. She moaned like a banshee begging me to cum inside her. I really wanted to cum on her face, but it was looking less and less like I was going to make it.
Her pussy spasmed and gushed more squirt. She rubbed her tits hard and breathed so frenetically I thought she was going to pass out. As her orgasm finally subsided, she fell onto my chest and twitched.
She was so light I picked her up and spun her around so he was holding the back of the chair. I pulled her ass out so her freshly orgasmed pussy was presenting itself to me. I shoved my cock deep inside of her and started thrusting. Maybe, cumming inside of her was a better idea.
She started moaning quickly again. By this point she was so sexually aroused it didn’t take much to get her to another orgasm. When I stuck my finger in her ass, she spasmed and yelled out, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Her asshole spasmed on my finger as she started cumming again. I felt my cock swell and suddenly explode inside of her; my hot cum filling her neglected pussy made her go wild. I just kept spraying rope after rope into her.
I pulled out and dragged her to the floor. Jerking my cock the whole time. I don’t know what was happening, but I felt another orgasm coming on— like my balls still needed to empty.
“Finish what you started.”
She engorged my cock with her mouth, sucking the taste of her own pussy right off me. She sucked it held the elixir of life. For her, sex starved and neglected, maybe it was. When I felt the cum build in me again, I pulled my fat cock out and painted her face with hot, sticky cum. She opened her mouth and took it like a good slut, dripping off her lips. My only regret was that the best part of that nut was in her pussy and not on her face.
Her pussy leaking onto the floor, her face covered in cum, she had the biggest smile I’d seen on her in years— genuine, not faked. Just then I heard footsteps outside. She raced across the hall to her room and I climbed under the covers, pretending to take a nap.
My pillow was covered in her squirt and the smell of her pussy lingered. It made me hard again, even though I was nervous we’d been caught.
My wife came in and kissed my cheek. “Wow, you’re really sweating. Feeling okay?”
I feigned waking up, “Yeah, I feel really great. Just worn out. Your sister is a lot to handle.”