My sister-in-law, Trina, is the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. Seriously. Yes, I love my wife, and think she is beautiful too. But, in all honesty, if I had met Karen's sister first, I would have pursued her. I am sure of it.
As it turned out, I didn't meet Trina for almost seven months after I met Karen. But when I did, I was blown away. Trina stands about 5'5", weighs about 120 lbs., has the prettiest face I have ever laid eyes on, dyed-red hair, smooth creamy skin, a nice ass, and DD tits. Yet, despite her relatively small frame, she does not look out of proportion. And this is all when she was only 17! She used to flirt with me, but I took it only as my (at the time) girlfriend's younger sister wanting to make a noticeable impression.
Three years later, Karen and I had been married for almost a year, and it seemed as if the three of us started hanging out a lot more together. Trina was now 20, and looking better than ever. She started wearing clothes to accentuate her amazing figure, and I used to sneak peeks all the time. We had a wacky friendship, often making fun of each other, in an obviously joking way. We could fight like cats and dogs, but everyone knew we were just being silly.
It was around this time that Trina was about to be forced out of her apartment. Her roommate was a complete bitch, and out of the blue moved out before the lease was up. Trina couldn't afford to live there by herself, and somehow got out of the lease. But she had to move. She asked Karen and I if she could live with us just for a little while. She had plans to move out of state, to where her boyfriend, Stan, lived. He had left town to go to college, and she was thinking about moving up there with him. Karen and I didn't mind, knowing that we all got along well, and it would help us with paying some of the bills. Besides, we had an extra bedroom that was practically empty, and she didn't have that much stuff. A few days later, she was all moved in. She never slept in the bedroom, however. She would always sleep on the couch in the living room. There was no cable TV connection in the bedroom, and she couldn't fall asleep without a TV on.
Being the weird girl she was, she used to get in strange moods and do things that were meant to be comical, like mooning us, or she'd start humping the leg of the couch, complaining she wasn't getting enough action with humans. Just silly college-age stuff. But I would enjoy seeing her hot bare ass, and analyzing how she moved. It got to the point where she would bare her ass and smile where only I could see her. I would of course look and smile too, until Karen would come back into the room. I really started to think she was flirting with me.
A couple of times, her boyfriend would come into town for the weekend and stay with us. We didn't mind, cause we both liked him. He was a really cool guy, and we got along well. But each time after he left, she would complain that the sex was lackluster. She said he only thinks about himself, and rarely engages in any sort of foreplay. I would always keep those words in mind, just in case...
I was between jobs, and was running a newspaper delivery route to make money. Not the best job, considering I have a college degree, but it has its good points. Of course, I would have to get up around 1 a.m. every single morning to get myself ready and pick up my papers.
On one particular day, I got up out of bed, 1 a.m. as usual, got dressed, keeping quiet so I didn't wake up my wife, and walked into the living room to get my wallet and keys and head out the door. There on the couch of course was Trina, sound asleep, TV on, with almost no volume. I often would look at her for a few minutes before leaving, just to absorb as much of her beauty as I could.
This time, I got a great view. Her blanket was on the floor, and she was wearing a long nightshirt that had ridden its way up to her waist. It was clinging to her huge breasts, and they were rising and falling as she breathed. She was on her back, with her right side against the back of the couch. Her right leg was straight, but her left leg was spread, with her left foot on the floor. The effect: there she was with her legs open and only her thong to cover herself. I'd never seen this much of her before, but I stood there for a while, enjoying this rare moment.
My mind, in its lustful state, recalled that her boyfriend never gives her foreplay. It had also been about a month since he had visited, so I assumed she wasn't getting any at all. As my gaze fixated on her crotch, I wondered what her pussy really looked like. I could tell she shaved from the skin that was exposed, but knew there was more to behold. My brain presented me with an option. I wondered if she would wake up if I gently moved her thong aside so I could see better. I pondered that briefly, before deciding it was too big of a risk.
Some would say my next idea was even more risky, but I figured that, in a strange way, it was safer. What if I knelt down slowly in front of her crotch, then, in one motion, pulled her thong aside and moved my face right in? She would awake to the pleasure of the oral sex she missed and craved, not to her brother-in-law peeping on her. I thought about that delicious prospect (pun completely intended!), and reasoned to myself that it just might work. But what if it didn't? What if she yelled, and woke up my wife? Even if she didn't yell, she would probably tell her, and that would be the end of my marriage, and probably my house and most of my belonging as well. Damn, what a risk. But, my God, what a beautiful woman...
I was getting hard just from the idea of what I could do with my sister-in-law. After a moment of deliberation, I decided to go for it. The risk was high, but I was hoping that the eating out she would get would supercede any desire to get me in trouble.
I slowly moved toward the couch. I was afraid she would move a little, altering her position and perhaps making it impossible for me to proceed with my plan. But she remained still, and I got down on my knees, just inches from her soon-to-be-released pussy. I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, and in my head, I said "Now!"
Within a second, I had pulled her thong aside, and my mouth was on her lips. She remained motionless for about five seconds, and then started to writhe a little. My tongue began probing her hole, and my fingers found her clit. Suddenly, she lifted herself up on her elbows and she bent at the waist. I continued my feast, and looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with both amazement and lust. She simply said, "Oh wow!" and laid back down, spreading her legs even more. I knew everything was going to be good, and my nervousness subsided. I began to really attack her pussy. I switched my hand and tongue, putting two fingers inside of her and flicking her clit with my tongue. She put her pillow over her head to muffle her moans, which were becoming more persistent.
It occurred to me that I hadn't actually seen her pussy, so I removed my face from her snatch for just a moment to get a good luck. She was well shaved, and her lips were perfect. I told her she was beautiful, and she moaned again. I started pumping my fingers, and resumed my licking. She tasted great, too. The picture was now complete: the perfect pussy for the perfect girl. I began to suck hard on her clit, and she started to writhe even more.
I stopped for a second to remove her thong. As I did, she lifted up just enough to get the nightshirt off as well. She wasn't wearing a bra, and there were those tits. I had almost forgotten about them, being so fixated on her pussy. I moved to her side and kissed her deeply. She was a wonderful kisser, using her tongue with expert skill. Once the kiss broke, I began to nibble her neck and shoulders, and I reached my hand back down to her pussy. My fingers returned to her cunt, and I began to suck on her left tit. Her areolas were huge, in proportion to the large breasts, and her nipples stuck out about half an inch. With my free hand, and grabbed and squeezed the right one. They were firm and full, more than my hand could hold. I continued to nibble the nipple in my mouth, causing her to lift her chest, pushing more of her tit into my mouth.
As I stretched across her body to start sucking on her right tit, I felt her left hand grabbing at the front of my jeans. Her right hand was stroking the hair on my head. She started caressing the bulge that was forming, making it larger and harder. I still wanted more of her pussy (I love oral sex!), and somewhat reluctantly moved out of her reach and repositioned myself between her legs. She didn't seem to mind, because as my tongue rediscovered her clit, her legs tightly wrapped around my neck and back. She was getting really wet, and I was licking up all of her sweet secretions. The taste was intoxicating, and my tongue shifted into high gear. I was licking her from her clit to her ass, up and down, rather quickly. She started humping my head, and before long she was moaning with the pillow tightly pressed to her face, cumming all over my face, dripping down her legs and my neck.
As I moved away from her slick snatch, she grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. I moved beside her again, this time right in front of her face. She undid my jeans and lowered them to my knees. She got off the couch and knelt in front of me. One hand found my cock, the other started grabbing my ass, and her lips explored my crotch. She kissed and licked my thighs and finally found my balls. She stroked my hard rod and started slurping on my nuts, alternating from one to the other. My wife never did that to me, and I was enjoying every second of it.
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