Anywho…where were we?
Oh right. There I was, sitting on the edge of my hot tub, a glass of bourbon by my side, the stars shining down on me, and my sister-in-law’s juicy pussy beckoning me to come have a taste. She had just finished giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life, and then challenged me to make her cum. Oh what a night.
I guess I should give a bit of backstory about Vanessa. We met nearly ten years ago, when Kim, my wife, and I were just dating. She was barely 18 and was definitely on the path to becoming the beauty she is today. In school, she’d been the star of the softball team, and her passion for sports continued long past graduation. Kim and I joked about her being a closet lesbian, but I was pretty sure she wasn’t. I’d seen her flirting after games with a ton of guys, and had seen her go home with more than a few, stumbling back into the house the next morning, hungover but happy. And there was the time at a wedding we’d all gone to, where Vanessa had been one of the bridesmaids. She was flirting hard with one of the groomsmen, and later that night I happened to see them sneaking out of a closet at the reception - he was doing up his fly and she was putting on more lipstick. Maybe she was bi, but she obviously wasn’t a lesbian.
But back to the other night.
Without another word, I moved between her legs and started licking and sucking her swollen lips, her pubic hair tickling at my nose. She smelled amazing – clean, musky, rich, sweaty – it was delicious, and I was in the perfect place to enjoy it all, looking up at her body to see her pretty face framed by the starry night, her eyes shut tight as she enjoyed the moment. She pulled and pinched her nipples, and then ran her fingers through my hair before reaching over to grab the hot tub pillow, positioning it behind my head, saying “you’re going to be there a while, so you should be comfortable.” I just smiled and kept on licking and flicking. I moved my hands between her thighs to use my thumbs to separate her lips and expose her clit to the cool night air. I took it in my mouth and started gently sucking it. Just a little at first, then when I could feel how much she enjoyed it, I went to town. I slipped a finger into her, and then another, feeling the soft skin and her incredible wetness envelop my fingers and draw me in deeper. I found a good rhythm, and soon she was rocking her body against me, grinding my nose into her pubis and squeezing my head with her thighs. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that,” she grunted. And since I’m not an idiot, I kept on doing exactly what she clearly liked, keeping the pace the same and feeling the imminent orgasm as it rocketed through her like a tidal wave. I felt her buck and shiver, her thighs locking my head in place, whispering ‘oh yes, oh yes, oh fuuuuuck yes.” Once her trembling settled down to a gentle hum, she slid down my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her lips to mine. We kissed. It wasn’t a loving kiss, it was raw sexual power. There was a ferocity to it that was damn near animalistic, moreso because she growled while our tongues were entangled.
“I want you in me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
And since I’ve always been a gentleman I did what the lady asked. Since we were already face to face, it was easy to shift my hips and aim my little beer can into her. I felt the resistance as the tip made contact, and then she pushed down, helping me slide into her. Her eyes rolled back as her lips stretched to take all of me in, and then we were fucking. We found a rhythm that felt right for both of us, slowly rocking at first, then building speed to keep up with the incredible sensations. She was so tight, but it felt so good. Her nails dug into my back as her legs wrapped around me, using her heels to push me as deep as I could into her. We kissed some more, then she arched her back to give me access to her perfect chest. I took a nipple in my mouth and teased it with my tongue. I don’t know which was harder, her nips or my cock, but it must have been close. We kept our pace, water splashing out of the tub with every stroke. It may have been minutes or hours, time had lost all meaning, but I began to feel that familiar rumble approaching.
“I’m almost there, where do you want me to finish?” I asked.
“I don’t care, but don’t you fucking stop,” she moaned. “I’m so close again, just let me cum one more time.” And with that, I thought of baseball and sandwiches. My old dog Bluey and the hockey game from last week. Whatever I could do to keep from erupting before bringing her to where we both wanted her to go. Within a few moments, I felt her tense up and squeeze, shaking and trembling, as she drove her forehead into my shoulder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuck.”
I knew I only had a few strokes left in me, so I went as hard and as deep as I could, then unloaded my second round of the night. With every spasm I shot into her, I could feel her jump and tremble, then we both sank back into the warm water to catch our breath.
“Fuck me, you are pretty god damn good at that,” she said. “Most of the guys I go out with can get me to cum once in a while, but you did it fucking three times tonight. That was amazing.”
I smiled and slid away from her, refilling our glasses and offering a toast, “To multiple orgasms on a daily basis.” We sipped our bourbons and let the hot water surround us, soothing our well-exercised muscles.
“Well, we’re sure as fuck not telling Kim about this,” she said. “But this isn’t a one-time thing. I don’t know if I can go back to regular dick after being treated to that.”
I smiled and laughed a bit, not knowing if she was serious or not, but definitely down for another round whenever we could.
“And maybe next time I’ll bring Cassie. She will worship that beer can of yours, for sure…”
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If you’d like a part 3, please let me know.