I took half-a-step forward and rubbed my throbbing member up and down her eager slit, teasing her, making her wet, easing her open.
“Oh Fuck, Alex. Stop fucking teasing me and give it to me!” she cried out when her efforts to push back and impale me were met by my slight withdrawal.
I pushed her hips forward a bit, then placed my cock-head at the entrance to her pretty little pussy, and watched as it slipped just inside. “You want it, Dawn? You’ll have to take it.”
I stood stock still, while I watched her push back and settle onto my cock. “God, I love that, I love that feeling,” she moaned, then pulled away as far as she could without losing me, and pushed back again, firmer. She gave a sweet little wriggle, seating my dick properly within her warm sheath, and then started a wonderful, slow rocking motion, fucking herself beautifully on my willing rod.
Damn, but that woman is responsive. It was so nice to watch her slowly get herself worked up, fucking me harder and faster, watching my thick cock slide in and out of her, her skin clinging to me on each out-stroke. When she was fucking me as hard and fast as she could from that position she finally cried out to me, “Please, Alex, finish me! Fuck me, fuck me hard.”
I grabbed her hips and stopped her motion for a moment, slowly pulling all the way out, as she cried, “Noooo!” But I didn’t leave her a chance to catch her breath as I slammed into her deep, and started pounding her tender pussy as hard and fast as I could. It only took a few dozen strokes to finally set her off. You could have heard her screams from across the street. I continued screwing this beautiful MILF, with a long, slightly slower motion that was designed to get me off, not her. The fact that it had her tight little slit clutching at me as she cried out some more was just a bonus. I held her ass cheeks and found the rhythm that was going to complete the job. She collapsed to her elbows, and looked back at me, her pretty face set in a rictus of pleasure.
“Come for me Alex, fill me one more time,” she asked plaintively.
I was never one to turn a beautiful woman down. I slammed into her and released whatever was left after coming so many times in the last day. I don’t know how much there was, but it sure as hell felt great leaving it inside of her burning twat.
We quickly dressed, had a quick intimate kiss, and headed down the stairs.
“Are you Ok, Mommy?” Jim Jr, asked his mom. “Aunt Holly said you had an ‘owie’ and Uncle Alex was fixing it.”
“Yes, baby, Uncle Alex took care of mommy,” she told her middle child, dropping to her knees and giving him a hug.
God, she looked good on her knees.
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Sisters, Sisters
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Where do we go from here?
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By the time we got home, got the truck unloaded, and had settled in, it was well after 5:00. Holly was folding clothes, including a hamper full of sheets, while listening to Erin ramble on about her day. I was given leeway to go up to my office and do a little work. Jenny had to get ready to go back to work for a while.
I was just starting in on my email, when Jenny came into the office.
“Hi handsome,” she said approaching me in her tight little workout uniform.
“Mmmm, if it isn’t my favorite sister-in-law.” I laughed, turning my legs away from the desk and facing her.
“So where do we stand now, on our incentive program?” she asked.
“I made goal. You owe me everything. Unlimited access. I owe you a beach getaway, which I believe we should start planning on soon.”
“You want it tonight? Unlimited access, in bed with my sister there?” she asked, almost taunting. “Or would you rather wait for the payoff. Maybe when you’re a little more ‘up’ for it. I imagine you must be pretty worn out by now.”
“No, tonight would be great. And it would take more than 24 hours of nearly uninterrupted sex to stop me from being ‘up’ to taking you.”
She leaned in and gave me a kiss. “Sometimes, Alex, you say the nicest things.”
She turned at the door. “Oh, by the way, you remember our rule that the goals are cumulative?”
“Uh-hunh.”
“I told Holly that I was yours, but I was holding one little thing back. According to our updated rules, you get me, complete and total access to all parts of me, as long as you stay at weight. So don’t think you can take it easy now that you’ve got me. I’ll be asking you to do weekly weigh-ins.”
“You’re rotten.” I told my devious young sex-pot.
“No, you’ll need to stay in shape to keep us all happy. And don’t worry, I’m going to be staying on JT as well,” she finished, leaving me to my work.
“I’m sure you will,” I called out after her.
Once she was gone I got back to work, designing a custom made 9′ by 8′ platform bed, with a couple of special features. I had a pretty good workshop in the garage, and I figured I could probably talk JT into helping me out. Especially if the girls were willing to pay his going rate.
Dinner was late, waiting for Jenny to get home, but it was the weekend, and we let Erin stay up until 10:00 on Fridays and Saturdays. I had a pretty good start on my design; I’d purchased an e-book all about building platform beds, and spent an hour scanning different designs, and getting ideas for what I wanted to do. I was to the point where I think I had the basics down, and now had to do my blueprints and written design work. I’m pretty handy with the tools – not a finish carpenter by any means, but had built a complete wall of built in cabinets and bookshelves, built a loft for my daughter’s playroom, and had done a ton of work on my back yard, building a board-on-board cedar fence, a covered patio, and some built in benches.
Like most men, each project was an excuse to get another tool I absolutely had to have, and by now, almost one entire bay of the garage was my workshop. Between that and my workout space, we could barely fit one car in the extended three car space. And for the next couple of weeks, that space would be occupied by my bed design.
I was getting antsy, waiting for the kid to settle in so I could retire to the bedroom with my wife and sister-in-law in tow. I let my thoughts wander while we watched a Netflix movie, and the next thing I know, my wife was teasing me about the lump in my pants.
Finally, the kid was in bed, and I was able to take a quick shower, and a second shave. I stepped into my bedroom as my wife Holly showed up chatting on the phone.
“I know! Speak of the devil, he’s standing here in nothing more than a towel, recently cleaned up and all hot and bothered about having his turn at Jenny.” She smiled at me and then reached out and pulled off my towel. I was already firming up in anticipation of the play to come.
“Nope, he’s droopy. You know, semi-hard,” she said and then was passing me the phone.
“I’m so fucking jealous!” I heard Beth’s voice utter. “If I was there you’d already be in my mouth, and I’d make sure that by the time I left you’d filled every one of my holes to overflowing. I swear I’m going to bribe your wife into giving us an afternoon together. I’m going to fuck you ragged. Don’t you want to hear me cry and swear and tremble as that big fat juicy cock of yours makes me come over and over again? I may even make your wife film it so I can have a video to jill off to. Jesus, you make me horny! Give the phone to Holly.”
Holly took the phone. “Yep, hard as a rock. You are so bad,” she laughed. “Oh, I think maybe we can work something out. We’ll talk later. We’ll go to lunch Monday, and YOU are buying. Gotta go, the sister-slut is here, and I’m dying to see where this goes.” She was looking out the door, watching as her young sister came in wearing a t-shirt, and my guess was, nothing else. “God, yeah, my pussy is so sore, I think I’d pass out if he stuck that in me. Never mind my ass. Nobody’s touching that for at least a month. I think this one is just for the sis. Of course once everything gets going, who knows what’ll happen?”