In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 01

Wife's sister needs to move in, and things get hot.

In-fucking-sane. Love that word, if it's a word.

About a year ago, my wife's sister left her husband. The guy was just this shitty drunk. Not a wife beater, this guy, but one of those liar drunks.

Ann, my sister in law, she'd find empty bottles of vodka in the strangest places—underneath a couch, tucked away under the sink with all the cleaning supplies, in a sock drawer, behind the damn washing machine. Weird. But anyways, he'd lie about it: "I don't know where that came from." "Ain't mine." "Someone must have left that there." Like I said: weird.

The thing that ended their marriage, though, wasn't the drinking. It was a lie about graduating college. He said he did before they got married. He didn't. Turns out he almost graduated. You know how college alumni associations are always pestering you for money? You know how they send you their alumni magazine? Ann never saw any of that shit for her husband. She dug into it and got the truth.

So, Ann, she just couldn't handle the lies anymore. She called us, packed up her shit, and moved in with my wife and I.

Ann didn't have family or friends around other than my wife, Jen. The two had moved out here together to be in the city for jobs and fun. I got to know Ann real well when Jen and I were dating.

Jen, she's the best. Love her. But, she isn't like Ann.

Ann is hot. Tiny hot. Tiny volleyball setter hot. Skinny hot. Tight hot. A brown eyed, light-haired blonde—not platinum—her skin is the kind of shimmering tan that screams exotic to a kid from the prairie like me. Everything about her is small: small face, small arms, small legs, small tits, small ass. She must be under five feet, and I bet she weighs somewhere in the low nineties. Small, but fit.

Now, my wife Jen is not hot; she's pretty. She's a yellow blonde with blue eyes, about five feet two, but she's built. Jen has cannons on her chest. Cannons. Her tits fire out of her chest like those pointy bras from the 1950's, but hers don't end in points. Hers round off perfectly. Jen's got a booty, too, a two-hand booty.

The sisters are a lot alike. They laugh the same, got the same smile. They glance the same, if that's the way to put it. Their heads and eyes are going one way, and then, the next second, the eyes—just the eyes—turn to you. It's incredibly sexy, incidentally. Anyways, having spent a shitload of time with both of them, I even know that these sisters freakin' fart the same.

Where I suspected they were different, and this was mostly from rumor and innuendo, was in the bedroom. I only knew one of them from experience.

Jen is pretty straight-laced in bed. Don't get me wrong, she's generous. But, she's not a freak. Put it this way: with Jen, doggystyle is a special event.

And, not to sound selfish or anything, but she uses her hands to finish blowjobs. Maybe I shouldn't care about that. Anyways, Jen just wants to be efficient. She can catch it all on her hands and arms and then wash it off. "Saves the mess," she says. I can think of some better ways to save the mess, but, whatever.

As to Ann, I'm not saying I knew for sure she was a freak. I had no direct evidence, but I did have some telling info. Check it out.

First, Ann wears sexier stuff: smaller two-piece bikinis, shorter skirts, higher heels. She puts on the sexier make-up: the glossier lipstick, the longer painted nails, the fuck-me eye shadow. So, there's that. Oh, and Ann has got what must be the greatest single collection of panties in the history of hotties—more on that later, though.

Second, it's some of the things Jen drops about her every now and then. You know how tight sisters can be on secrets. I don't ask, but Jen sometimes gives hints. She'll say shit like, "Ann is such a little slut," and I know the two aren't—at the time—in a fight or something. Jen once called Ann a "Cum Queen"—and that time, the two really were pissed at each other. I know this isn't open and shut stuff, but it gets a guy thinking.

Third, and this one plants me firmly in douche bag territory for most people: I rifled through Ann's room one time when Jen and I were dating. Jen went to work without her phone one day, left it at her and Ann's apartment. Ann couldn't help because she was leaving for her parents, but Jen had Ann drop off the apartment key with me—I was on the way; Jen was on the other side of the city. So, I was at work and Ann slipped into my cubicle, handed me the key, smiled and said, "Don't go snooping around in there."

Basically, that smile guaranteed that I would snoop around.

I found some of that sexy hot-cold love lube and a little blue vibrator in the back of Ann's nightstand drawer. I told you Jen was straight-laced on sex stuff. Never in a million years could I imagine Jen buying that stuff, but Ann was different, and the proof was right there in her nightstand.

I also—couldn't help it—took a hard look at her panty drawer. Got wood pretty quick. Rubbed a couple of her panties on my cheek for feel. Stuck one down my pants. For feel. Thought hard about jerking off. That fucking drawer was chock full to the brim with tiny, sexy panties, hitting every color on the erotic rainbow. Left the apartment and almost forgot Jen's freakin' phone.

So, there's my evidence. I think it adds up.

Anyways, Ann was getting a divorce, didn't want to leave the city, and wanted to come stay with us. I suspect she had several reasons for coming to our place. For one, Ann worked a shit customer service job; she didn't have the money on her own to get a place like she would want. Two, she didn't want to be alone, thought it might encourage her liar husband to come a-knocking after drinking all the vodka that "someone else had drank." Third, I was a Marine, got out about three years ago. I could handle her husband, and he would know better than to fuck with me, Jen, and our house. Fourth, they're sisters. Jen and Ann, they're practically Irish twins, the two—thirteen months apart. They're tight. Ann was getting a divorce; she needed her sister.

Jen asked me if it would be okay. We had the space. I said sure, and 95 percent of me said it for the right reasons. Five percent said sure because having a tight, tiny potential sex freak hot blonde with a drawer full of sexy undies in the empty bedroom seemed like it would be okay.

Now, I can only guess about this, but for whatever reason, not long after Ann moved into our guest bedroom, the house—the air, the atmosphere of the house—shifted in a big way. It was as if the mood of the house got a big jolt of sexual energy. It wasn't just because of having a super hot babe in the house, though that was pretty cool: I'd see Ann wrapped in a towel walking back to her room from the shower. I'd see Ann in just a tank top and super short shorts in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea. Yes, the visual improvements were nice. It was more than that, though.

Jen started getting really horny. I can't explain it. I think she—consciously or otherwise—felt that she was in competition for me, like that she had to keep hold of her man. Look, I didn't ask her; I took what I could get. And, I'll freely admit that having a sexually available woman—in addition to your wife—living under your roof, well, it gets the blood flowing. Even if you know you're not going to do her, it's just exciting.

So, the air in the house is charged with sex, and my wife is hungry for me like before we got engaged. No, even better than that.

Case in point: on a regular old weekday morning, I just got out of the shower, and I was standing in front of the mirror, towel wrapped around my waist, shaving. Jen sometimes likes watching me shave. She was sitting on the bed watching this time. Across the hall, we could hear the sound of Ann taking her own shower in the guest bathroom. I was about halfway through shaving when Jen stood up and walked over to me.

Without a word, she got down on her knees beside me and pulled off her nightshirt, letting those cannons hang free. She put her hands on me and turned my hips toward her. "Keep shaving," she softly commanded. I didn't say anything as she pulled off my towel and grabbed my dick.

I was just beginning to get hard, and Jen, she just ate my whole dick. She wiggled her lips around it and sank down over the entire shaft to the base. My whole dick was in her mouth, curled up and growing.

In case I have not made this clear, yet. Jen does not do things like this. This was way, way different. It was also weird.

See, Jen wasn't sucking—no, that's not it. She wasn't bobbing. Back and forth or up and down the shaft. No. She just latched onto my dick, and her lips were super tight, almost like she wanted to pinch it off. And she was sucking, sucking and swallowing. I don't know how else to describe it. Her head wasn't moving much at all, but her mouth was, like, pump-sucking me. Then, swallowing. And the pressure she generated! Every swallow was almost like I felt my dick stretch down to her throat. It was like, I don't know, like her mouth was one of those cow milking machines attached to my cock.

I stopped shaving, of course. I watched her lips on my cock in the mirror, holding the razor a few inches from my chin, stupefied. Jen's hands were everywhere: up and down my legs and calves, all over my ass and stomach. Then she moved them back to herself. She cupped her own tits and squeezed them—and this was something I had never seen her do. She's just not into pleasuring herself like that; she always wants me to do those things. Then, and here's where I couldn't believe my own eyes, she dropped her right hand down below my line of sight in the mirror.

I lowered the razor and tried to get a look. I tilted around to see past her head down toward her pussy. She had her hand in her panties, and she was banging herself. Not rubbing, banging. Another new first for Jen.

Meanwhile, my dick was turning into stone from this pump-sucking. Her lips couldn't get it all anymore, and the base of my dick started to re-emerge, all shiny wet, inch by inch. This was as hard, maybe, as I had ever been.

Her head was still not bobbing, and, I don't know, it was like the fact that she didn't have all of my dick in her mouth anymore, it like, pissed her off and she gave this whimper. Jen yanked her hand out of her panties, planted both of them on my butt, grabbed hard, and pulled me into her mouth. She gained back an inch or so. She groaned and gagged a little, but her lips stayed locked, and the suck-swallow resumed. I saw her cheeks sink in on each suck, and I watched her throat pump up and down with each swallow. I felt my dick stretch with each gulp.

Jen pulled me even harder towards her, and the muscles in her soft shoulders and arms rippled, and I felt a glom of drool hit my bare foot. I saw the strain in her face, and tears welled up around her eyes. Then, she saw that I was watching. She looked up at me, and that look. Wow. The message in her eyes: please cum, baby.

I was ready. "Babe, I'm going. I'm going now."

The sucking stopped; she wrapped both hands around my dick and started pumping it. And it got funny again.

She dropped her head down between her arms; now she jerked me with her hands above the back of her head, and I was looking at her hair cascading along her naked back. Iwas looking at the inch of ass crack above her panty line. She had to gyrate her whole body to jerk me this way, and it was really, weirdly sexy. I was done.

My first shot dripped down into her hair, my second launched down her back, and the rest I couldn't see because it was so in-fucking-sane, I closed my eyes.

When it was all over, I could see strands of cum all over the back of her hair, and pools of it slowly slipping down her back onto her panties. She let go of my dick and sank down to the floor at my feet like some supplicant before her lord. My dick was glistening and red; it had just been in some kind of fucking wet-hot war.

Jen was just laying there at my feet, breathing hard, recovering. After a time, I said, "Jen. Holy shit. That was..."

"I told you to keep shaving."

"I know, but..."

"I'm going to take a shower." She stood up, smiled at me, let her hand slide down my chest, and walked into the shower.

My razor in hand, I walked back toward the bedroom, still breathing hard, still flushed from the sheer cum draining that I had just endured. Did Jen, my Jen, just do that? Who was this woman? I felt around my face and found the spot where I had stopped shaving, and then I froze.

I was buck ass naked and standing before the open door of our bedroom. Shaving cream covered half my face, and my dick wasn't hard, but it was definitely full and dangling wet.

And Ann was standing in the hallway by her bathroom door, covered in a towel, and staring at me.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 02

Sneak a peek at sister-in-law's body, wildness ensues.

Should you smile at someone when they see you naked? No wait. Should you smile at your sister-in-law when she sees you naked? And when your wife is showering ten feet away? Fuck it. I did. I don't know why. It happened.

Ann was staring at me from the hallway just outside the guest bathroom, wrapped in a towel, wet hair and looking, frankly, spectacular. I was standing beside our bed, half shaven, without a shred of clothing on, and flush from one of the most powerful sexual experiences my wife had ever given me.

What do you do? Do you scream and run off? Do you wave and say, "Hi!"? Do you frown and yell, "Dammit!"? Do you dance and start strumming your dick like a guitar? I didn't know. So, I smiled. She looked good, and I smiled. I don't know how in the hell I looked, but she looked fresh, clean, and sexy in that towel. So, I smiled.

She smiled back and said, "Sorry." Then, she turned away toward her bedroom. I walked back toward our bathroom sink, and I'm not sure about this. Could be I invented it, but I think she glanced back one time. Out of my peripheral vision, maybe.

I finished shaving, thinking quite a bit about Jen and that in-fucking-sane blowjob I had just received. And the way she had finished me! The double-fisted, behind-the-head jerk off? Jen! My lovely, but somewhat sexually uptight wife. The whole experience stunned me. It was so unlike her. She attacked me like a compulsive, and she hadn't given a shit, really, about any part of my body other than my cock.

Jen in bed is always my equal. It's almost always give and take. But, this? I couldn't explain it. She's sucked me plenty of times before, but never like that. I can't remember ever getting a blowjob like that. Was it even a blowjob? It felt more like...I don't know, like my dick was the milky tit and she was the hungry child. She just latched on and swallowed away. It was Jen, but it wasn't. Was she taking some course?

I stared into the mirror, perplexed, and then a sound from the shower stole my attention. I waited for it again, and while listening, it occurred to me that, dang, Jen had been in there a long time. Unusual for her.

Then I heard it again. A soft groan. A sex whimper. Lovely in it's sheer femininity.

Was she getting herself off? What the fuck was going on with my wife?

***

I mentioned before that Ann's arrival at our house somehow triggered a significant wave of sexual energy between Jen and I. The pump-suction blowjob was one of the first events. But, I can't help telling about another one. And this one? Fuck. I'm afraid it's going to make me look even more like some kind of creepy douche, but whatever.

It was a Friday night. Usually, Jen and I work out on Friday nights. We can always get the equipment and machines we want. We've got the run of the place. So we came home, sweaty and invigorated. Ann's car was in the driveway, and it was about 9:30. We planned to shower up, watch a movie, and hang.

We headed inside and the place was strangely quiet. The lights were all off. We turned them on and saw Ann's purse tipped over on the kitchen table, and her shoes were on the floor as if she'd just kicked them off when she walked in the door.

"Ann," Jen sighed.

"She feels at home, right? That's a good thing."

"Not if it means I've got to pick up her shit."

"I got it; you go shower," I told Jen, and she left upstairs.

I picked up the purse and saw a pack of smokes inside. Ann and Jen only smoke when they drink. She must have hit a bar with some work pals. Friday night, right? I snatched up her shoes and headed upstairs, turning at the top to go towards the guest bedrooms. Ann's door was open; the lights were out. I heard Jen's shower running, and I stepped softly across the threshold of Ann's room.

I smelled alcohol and perfume in the room. Moonlight spread across it, giving everything this blue-gray shade. Clothes were ditched on the floor, and Ann was dead asleep, snoring hard. Not unlike Jen's, those snores. But, here's the thing: her comforter and sheets had been kicked off and lay tangled up at the foot of the bed. Must have gotten hot. So, Ann was laying there in just a tank top and panties, kind of on her side, kind of on her tummy. Her arms were pinned under the pillow where her head lay. She had one leg pulled up toward her tummy, the other fully extended.

The view of her tiny ass, barely covered by black lace panties, was in-fucking-sane. I couldn't move. Her legs tapered and swelled in the sexiest places. The calves were thin and strong, and the thighs fit and meaty soft. Her lower half was incredible, but it's that booty, that compact booty. The thing just popped. Small, but totally, totally there. My blood rushed.

I remembered why in the hell I was even in there, so I placed her purse on the dresser and her shoes on the floor by her closet. Then I turned around to get another pull of that fucking ass. The second look didn't happen, my eyes stopped short—at the nightstand.

The blue vibrator—the one I had seen years before when I snooped—was sitting there under her lamp. And here's where I'm going to be too honest, and you're going to think me a psycho, but whatever.

I slinked over to the nightstand and picked up the vibrator. I looked it over for a minute, and then, I couldn't help it: I sniffed it.

Woah. It stirred me down below, that smell. It was wild. Lost in the moment, I licked the fucking thing, and then, oh man, I was on fire. I don't know how many times I tongued that vibrator, but I got everything off it. Everything.

I put it back—I don't even know where—and turned to get another look at that booty. And there it was, so perfectly contained in those panties. As silently as I could, I knelt down at her bedside and leaned forward until my face was mere inches from Ann's ass. It was perfection—the curvature, the soft skin. I wanted that booty, right then, right there, and I would've told someone with a briefcase full of cash to fuck off for that ass. I breathed in the scent, my nose almost grazing her panties. That wild, sexy aroma surrounded me again. I was hooked, and, like I said, burning alive. I honestly have no idea how I didn't jam my face in that ass.

Between Ann's snores I heard Jen showering. Somehow I left Ann's room and closed the door.

I went straight into our bathroom and shut door behind me. From the streaming water, Jen asked something—maybe if Ann was passed out. I said some shit, I don't know. Mostly, I just stood there staring at Jen through the steamed glass, seeing the silhouetted curves of her breasts and legs. It must have been strange, my behavior, because Jen stopped washing her arms. She watched me through the glass while I stripped off my clothes, not really taking my eyes off her body.

I opened the shower door and stood at the threshold, my cock pointing at her like a fucking police baton. She glanced down at it, and I said, "Move back and turn around." She looked up from my cock, and then without a word, turned around, pressing her palms up against the tile and arching her back slightly toward me.

I stepped into the hot stream of water, got down on my knees, and did exactly what I had wanted to do a few minutes before back in Ann's room. I caressed, kissed, licked, and, finally, buried my face in Jen's ass. She gasped.

Now Jen has never been into anything like what I was doing. The idea of me eating her ass and pussy from behind? Impossible. Never happen. "No, don't do that! Let me turn around and then you can do it." Booty stuff, too. Just not her thing. So, it wasn't mine, either, until that hot shower. Until that vibrator. Until that wild smell of Ann's body.

Oh, fuck, was I up in Jen's booty. I spread her inner thighs with my thumbs, pushed my face underneath and licked her little pussy from front to back, all the way across her asshole and up her crack. And again. And again. She started breathing really hard and moaning. I zeroed in on her pussy and worked it for a few minutes until Jen started really pushing against my tongue and crying out. Hearing this, I backed away, spanked her ass hard, and then pushed my nose right up to her asshole. I tongue fucked that pussy. Meanwhile, I pushed my hands around her waist and up to her tits, and just groped them. Jen began getting really excited again, and I pulled away.

The hot water still cascading down my head, I brought my hands down and pushed two fingers of my left hand up her pussy. With my right, I smacked her fucking ass twice. She yelped and one fat cheek started turning red. I kept pumping my fingers up her pussy as I opened that ass back up with my right hand and slobbered over every inch of her asshole.

Now, when Jen comes, she comes hard and loud, and she just kind of crumples after. She is, I'm not kidding, window-shattering loud. If we ever had kids, there'd be no way to fuck in the house when they were around. No way. The kids would think I was murdering her with a fucking ax. It's not some annoying squeal or shriek, either. It's this very incredibly sexy bawling she does.

So, Jen let loose from my assault on her pussy and ass. Loud as I ever heard her. Passed out as Ann was, in a room with a closed door probably 25 feet away from us and through about three walls, I'd bet she stirred in her sleep from those cries.

I kept pumping and licking through it all until Jen started her collapse. I let her come down. Her knees and legs gave way, and she slid down the shower wall. Her cries became moans.

She wound up face down in a ball with her legs curled up under her chest and her ass pointed toward me. She panted.

She may have been done, but I was not.

I grabbed Jen's hips and lifted her ass up. She was practically dead weight, whimpering, but I got her on her knees. I grabbed my cock, lined it up, and just impaled her pussy. Straight in, to the hilt in one swift, unrelenting push. She actually shrieked when my cock seated, but she hadn't much left. She was a rag doll. I hammered away, holding those hips up and practically mashing her into the corner of the shower stall with each thrust. She moaned and grunted through it.

I was staring down at her pussy and ass, and I didn't last long with the view. I was going to explode any moment, but I got a naughty little inspiration in those split seconds before I did. I pulled out, grabbed my cock, and placed the tip of it right next to Jen's asshole, and then I jerked myself. I fired cum salvos right at it. I fucking drenched her pink asshole with sperm.

To see it there, to see her asshole covered in my cum, man there was something just so dirty and awesome about that vision. I just had my dick, like, a half inch away from it? What? I came on Jen's asshole? Never, ever, happen, right? But, fucking-a, it did.

I set her down, and she crumpled on her side, breathing deeply and totally wiped-out. Standing up, I started lathering up my body and hair with soap. After a few minutes, Jen stirred. Her hand reached around to her pussy, and then to her ass. She brought back sperm covered fingers. I saw my cum slipping down from her ass crack toward the shower drain.

"Hand me the soap?" she asked.

I handed it to her and rinsed myself off. When I finished, I extended a hand and grinned at her. "Need help up?"

"No, just let me lay here a few minutes," she said.

I stepped out, toweled off, threw on some shorts, and climbed into bed. I fell asleep before Jen even came out of the shower.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 03

Husband and Sister-in-law alone together, some truths emerge.

The next morning, I woke up ready for action, but Jen was too sore. “I can’t. I can’t do anything right now. I just want to lay here.”

“Okay,” I said, and I started to get up.

“Wait.”

“What?”

She turned toward me on her side and asked, “Should we talk?”

“Sure. ‘Bout what?”

“I don’t know. The last couple of days? What we’ve been doing?”

I got a little nervous, then, because I loved the last couple days. I didn’t want things to change. “It’s been awesome.”

It took her a few seconds to respond. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

“So?”

“What’s going on here?” she asked.

“Well,” I begin, “we love each other and we had fun, right? What do you think?”

“I don’t know. Do you think she’s…” Jen couldn’t finish her thought.

“Ann, you mean?” I started getting nervous again. Where was Jen going to go with this?

“I don’t know.”

I asked, “What, like she knows what we’re doing or something?”

“No, not that,” she said, “I mean, like how we’ve been lately and her moving in with us. I don’t know.”

“Like if there’s a relationship between the two?”

“Yes. I don’t know.”

“Why would there be a relationship?”

This question seemed hard for Jen to answer. I, as you know, had already thought about this and fucking knew there was a relationship. She shook her head and said, “Forget it. It was fun, right?”

“Damn right.”

* * *

Later that morning, Jen met some friends at the mall to do some shopping. I stayed home and watched ESPN. Some tennis match. Ann came downstairs in her bathrobe around 10:30.

“Hey.”

“Morning.”

“Where’s Jen?”

“Mall. Shopping.”

“Shit. I told her I’d go.”

“She thought you might need some sleep.”

“Yeah.”

“You can meet up with her.”

“Yeah.”

“There’s some eggs and bacon on the stove, if you want.”

“Yeah.”

She made herself a plate and came into the family room with a glass of juice. Sitting across from me, she curled her legs up and began to eat.

“Good?” I asked.

“Oh, god, yes. Thank you.”

“Greasy breakfast foods. They do the trick sometimes.”

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed while taking a big pull of orange juice. I turned back to the match, but could sense Ann watching me. “Did Jen bring my purse up last night? And my shoes?” she asked.

“No, I did.” I said this and instantly turned back toward the television. I figured this would make me look casual, and, therefore, innocent if she happened to notice that her vibrator had been moved. But, I also felt that I was pretty well covered. Do drunks remember exactly where they put shit before they pass out? Nah.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

I nodded, never taking my eyes off the game, but I had her in my peripheral sights. She looked at me, rubbed her feet together, and turned to watch the game. “This any good?”

“No,” I answered, honestly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you mind turning it off?”

“No, not at all.” I hit the remote and gave Ann my full attention.

“Don’t answer if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Okay.”

She smiled slyly and asked, “Were you guys doing it last night?” My eyes must have popped a little and I blew out a big sigh. Ann laughed. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just…I heard, well, you know.”

“You heard her?”

“She’s so fucking loud. Yes!”

“But, I closed the door. You were snoring. Hell, you were totally passed out!”

“Just how long were you in my room, mister?” she asked, mock-accusingly. Before I could answer, Ann said, “Just kidding. No, Jen woke me up.”

“Geez.”

“Please don’t be embarrassed!”

“No.”

“Don’t be mad! I want to keep staying here; I need this place.”

“No. Ann, I don’t care. I’m not embarrassed. I mean, I can’t speak for Jen, but I don’t care.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. We’re glad you’re here, and I’m sorry we woke you.”

There was a lull, almost bordering on uncomfortable, before Ann spoke again. “Can I tell you something? Something totally honest?”

“I guess, if you want to.”

“I’m jealous of you guys. You and Jen.”

“Why?”

“What you’ve got. Together, I mean.”

“I’m lucky. We’re lucky.”

“Do you know how long it has been for me?”

“How long for what?”

“How long since Kenny and I...you know?”

“Umm…”

“Don’t worry, I'm okay telling you and Jen. Guess.”

“Uh, so you’ve been here for, what, three weeks, now and…”

“It will have been one year in about a month—less than a month.”

Ever been in a conversation that you would love to eavesdrop on, but hate being a part of? This was one for me. I had been ready—eager—to redirect away from this topic, but the number freakin' stunned me, and my face probably showed it. “A year!”

“Almost a year.”

“What the fuck? How?”

“I wish I knew.”

“You know that’s not your fault, right?”

“Whose fault is it, but his and mine? Half of it, at least, is on me.”

“Look, I don’t know how to say this right, you being my sister-in-law and all, but there is nothing wrong with you. Nothing.”

“No.”

“No. Look, you’re going to have guys—good guys—who will…what do you mean, ‘no’?”

She stood up and took down her bathrobe to her waist. The pink tank top gripped her torso. Then, she sat down again, and looking at her chest, said, “My chest, for one.”

“Your boobs? Nobody cares about that.”

“Uh, you do. Look at Jen.”

“Okay, but…see now, I…”

“Can I tell you a story?”

I nodded—anything to take the pressure off me in this shitty conversation.

“When Jen was 13, her boobs started coming in. I was born 13 months after her, right? So, I watch her start looking more and more like a woman. And Jen is going through this thing that, you know, I’m about to go through, and I’m excited for it! I’m going to start having a woman’s body. I ask Jen all kinds of questions. I’m thinking about new clothes and high school and colleges and getting my own place and, I don’t know, being free, being a grown up. Then, I turn 13 and I’m ready and I’m waiting, and here they come…and then they stop. They just stop.” Ann’s eyes were turning red. She sighed big.

“Then, you know, by the time Jen is 16 and I’m 15, her boobs are just fucking huge, and she leaves her bras out, and I can’t even look at them, and I just fucking hate her. Jen got a woman’s body and I got some little girl’s.” And then, she was crying. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked.

So, I was in a tight spot here. Do you comfort a sister-in-law on the sexiness of her body? Doesn’t that cross some line? Or, really, did I already cross it last night, creeping in her fucking room? These were questions I couldn’t tackle in the seconds after she finished talking. But, I needed to do something, say something.

What I saw was that Ann was looking beautifully sad, and that I had information that might make her feel better. Fuck it if it crossed some hazy moral line that just made my brain hurt. In-fucking-sane, right?

I got up, grabbed a tissue, and handed it to her. She took it with a sniffle.

“Ann, you know about last night?” I moved back to my chair.

She nodded, wiping her eyes.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way. Please don’t think what I might say somehow means I don’t love Jen or changes how you're like a sister, okay?”

She nodded, interested and eager for some kindness.

“Last night—Jen and I last night, when we woke you up?—that happened because of when I went in your room. I mean, you may not know this but, you know, you had kicked the sheets down and so, when I came in…when I came in, I could see your body and…”

“And what?”

I plowed ahead. “And, well, it was beautiful. It was…fuck it. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. And when I left your room, I was so turned on that I went straight into the shower with Jen and I fucked her half to death.”

“You looked at me while I was passed out?”

“Yes.”

“My body…made you hard?”

“Very.”

“Then you fucked her?”

“Yes, and...” I stopped. Was I saying too much?

She considered this for a few seconds, sniffed, and smiled. “I know it’s probably fucked up to say this, but thank you. It’s not easy to be honest about stuff like that. I know, just now, you were. I kind of need the truth these days.”

“Least I could do,” I said, and then, “Ann?”

“Yeah?”

“This—what I just said—it doesn’t change things right? We’re cool? Me and Jen are cool? You and Jen are cool?”

“Yeah, it’s all cool.”

“Thanks.”

It’d be just fine if that’s how things ended that morning, if I had gotten up and let Ann finish eating in peace. But, that’s not how it went.

Ann, after eating a bit more, looked up at me and said, “I want to tell you something true, too.”

So, now I relay Ann’s story.

* * *

Four years before, Ann and Jen had just moved into the apartment together. Jen was in the very early stages of dating me. Ann had not yet met Kenny. The girls were drinking together on the big fuzzy carpet in their living room, talking about life, family, work, boys, everything. Ann decided to tell Jen the truth about her body jealousy. Jen was stunned, but ultimately sympathetic.

Ann gestured at Jen's chest, “I mean, look at them, Jen!”

Jen looked down at her breasts. “They can be a pain in the ass.”

“Pain in the ass? Look at these.” Ann pulled off her shirt, removed her bra, and sat on her knees.

“What? Ann!”

“Look!”

“So, they’re small.”

“Feel them,” Ann said with a hint of amusement,

Jen giggled and reached over. “They’re firm, at least.”

Ann looked across. “Let me see yours. I never saw them when we were younger.”

Jen stripped off her shirt and unhooked her bra. She got on her knees and shuffled closer to Ann.

“Jen, they’re amazing!”

“They’re too big.”

“Can I feel them?”

Jen nodded, let her arms down, and turned her head slightly. Ann reached across and felt one, then both. She held them; she caressed them, she squeezed them.

“They’re perfect, Jen. I so hate you for these.”

Jen reached across and felt Ann’s again, touching them in the same way as Ann had touched hers. “There’s advantages to ones like this. Yours will still be firm and have this nice shape when mine are dangling around my knees.”

The girls laughed. Ann kept fondling Jen’s, and she said, “Why didn’t I get these, too?”

Jen’s breathing started getting rhythmic. “And these nipples.” Ann pulled at one, and then both.

“Ann…”

“Feel my nipples, Jen. You can’t even pinch them.” Jen reached back across and rubbed and curled her fingers around Ann’s nipples.

“I like them, Ann. They’re…”

“I’m going to kiss one.”

Jen let go of Ann’s nipple, drew in a breath, and held it. Ann leaned across and lightly kissed the inside of Jen’s fat breast. She kissed the other one, and then kissed the nipple. She said, “Men get to have this with you, Jen.”

Jen released her breath with a soft hum sound. Ann continued kissing all over the soft
flesh.

“Men get to suck them,” she whispered. And then, Ann took one of Jen’s nipples fully into her mouth. Ann swirled her tongue around it, and then let it slip out from her lips. Ann pulled back, a bit shyly looking down at the rug.

Jen said, “Men can do that with you, too. It will just be different, but they’ll like it.” And then Jen leaned across and licked Ann’s breast and nipple. Jen kissed the nipple and sucked on it. She let it go with a lick and sat back.

Ann took one of Jen’s breasts in her hand and sucked the nipple again. She looked into Jen’s eyes and asked, “Can you suck your own?”

Jen nodded.

“I want to see,” Ann whispered.

Ann lifted one of Jen's breasts up. Jen took the heavy tit from her. She pursed her lips, pushed the nipple between them, and drew it into her mouth.

Ann watched, mesmerized. "That's what men get to have with you, Jen."

Then Ann leaned across and took the other breast between her lips. Jen groaned into one breast as Ann made out with the other one. Ann’s hands rubbed Jen’s back and shoulders, tummy and thighs. Jen moaned through deeper and deeper breaths. She was no longer sucking on it for some demonstration; it aroused her. She licked circles around the nipple, and she opened wide and took as much of it in her mouth as she could fit. The soft flesh rose and fell in and out of her mouth as she drew in and released, again and again.

Ann pulled away and murmured, “Keep doing it.” While Jen pleasured her breast, Ann rose up and slipped her pants down to her knees on the floor. Ann leaned forward on her hands, stopping with her mouth a mere inch away from Jen’s other tit. She slowly pushed her tongue against the bottom of the areola, and even more gently drew it up and over the nipple until the nipple flicked back. Then, with the same deliberate and languorous tempo, Ann continued to lick.

The sensation of having one nipple fervently sucked and the other one slowly lapped brought Jen to a new level, and she gulped and gasped intermittently. Ann, meanwhile, took one hand off the floor and slid it back into her own panties. Her fingers curled and caressed the slit underneath, and she moaned into Jen’s nipple.

Jen lowered her tit from her mouth and a string of saliva stretched and burst. She looked down at Ann and whispered, “Wait. Stop for a second.”

Ann stuck her tongue out as far and flat as she could, and then drug it across Jen’s breast and nipple one last time before pausing.

Jen stood up on her knees and pulled her skirt and panties down, and then she lowered her hand to her pussy and slipped a finger inside. While Ann watched this, her own fingers began working more excitedly inside her panties. Jen sat back on her knees and pulled Ann’s head toward the breast. Ann resumed the sensual licking. Then, Jen took the other breast in hand, drew it up to her mouth and began licking it as Ann had done, with aching slowness.

Jen and Ann came together a few minutes later. It was an experience Ann had never spoken about to anyone, and she couldn’t imagine it being any different for Jen. It was their secret.

And when I asked Ann if it had ever happened again, Ann answered, “No, I think we were both afraid of taking it any further, you know, as sisters.”

And I asked if Ann thought either her or Jen regretted it. To this, Ann replied, “We never really talked about it afterwards. But, I don’t regret it. It was amazing."



Author's Note: I acknowledge the point of view trouble with having Ann's story told by our narrator. He's using descriptive language as if it were Ann's private, erotic remembrance. It's not his voice; he doesn't talk that way.

But, Ann would never have told the narrator this particular story, in the setting they were in, and for the reasons she was telling it in such a deliberately sensual way. She would have been broader and more factual.

My dilemma: how to keep it interesting? I tried some different things, but they all seemed contrived or overly complex. I kept it simple, perhaps too much so; I hope the reader can forgive.
-FS

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 04

Sister-in-Law's story gives husband an idea or two.

I said the right things, I guess, about how it was very brave of Ann to share the story. It was, I suppose. But, you know something? I really wasn't thinking at all about her courage.

I also told Ann that it didn't change the way I felt about Jen or her, and that nothing could stop me from loving Jen and what an amazing sister she had in Ann. But, and I think you can understand, I really was just rattling off the kind of shit you hear on those touchy-feely talk shows. My mind was preoccupied.

I was thinking about Ann and Jen getting in on. I was thinking about Ann, on her hands and knees with that spectacular little ass in the air, slobbering all over Jen's tits. And Jen, my Jen, getting off on it, fingering herself. No fucking way!

When Ann finished eating, she got up and hugged me and thanked me. I turned the television back on. I have no idea what the hell I was watching. But, it served: Ann left, told me she was going to get ready and meet Jen at the mall, and I finally had the chance to set my cock free. The fucking thing had been raging against the inside of my pants during the Ann's story. It was like a gorilla in a dog house. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and my dick just fucking burst out.

A good twenty minutes passed before I could put my shit away. Still, I kept think about Jen and her tits. Ann's story, I don't know, got me seeing them maybe the same way I first saw them. They really were amazing, weren't they?

***

Jen and Ann came back that afternoon. I had just finished taping and cutting in the dining room, and I was washing the paint off my hands. They both came in through the garage.

"Hey."

"Hey," Jen said, "How'd it go for you?" She noticed me washing off the paint.

"Go check 'er out."

She and Jen both walked past me into the dining room. I turned halfway around and eyed Jen's tits go past me. They didn't shake. Those babies were firm.

"I like it!" she said. "What do you think?"

Ann surveyed the work and said, "It'll be better than the hot dog mustard color it is now."

"Ugh. Yes."

I walked into the room. "Yeah, this will work," I said, looking around. "Got anything in the car for me to grab?"

"Couple things in the trunk, thanks."

"Me too," Ann added.

When I returned, Jen was in the kitchen, looking in the fridge. Ann read something on her phone in the family room. I came up behind Jen and rubbed her shoulders. Then I reached under and cupped her tits.

"Hey!" she hissed, pulling my hands down, "Ann is right behind us."

"She's on her phone," I whispered, grabbing and squeezing those canons. I nuzzled into her hair and neck.

She pushed me off again and turned around, "But she's right there!" Jen gave me a playful, mock-angry expression.

"I don't care," I said, leaning down to her left breast and kissing it through her shirt.

"Well, I do, so just...hold your horses." Jen's Mom had some nice old-timey ranch sayings like that. It always made me laugh to hear Jen say them. She giggled, too. "When do you think you're going to finish?" Jen asked aloud, walking out of reach and back into the dining room.

I followed her. "Tomorrow? Pain in the ass part's done. I just have to roll a couple of coats."

Ann came back into the kitchen and grabbed her shopping bags. "I'm going to go upstairs and try some of these on, Jen."

"Wait, I'll come, too." And as she walked back past me, I stopped her, pulled her out of sight of the kitchen, and took another grab of those tits. As I leaned in to kiss her, she backed away.

"Oh, my gosh! Stop!" she said, laughing and loud enough for Ann to hear this time. I let her go.

I watched them depart and could see Ann asking Jen something. Then, I saw Jen respond and gesture towards her chest as they turned up the stairs. I stopped across the hall from the steps. Ann said something to Jen and they laughed. And then?

And then Ann looked across to me. We had a secret.

I gave them a few minutes and then followed. Up in the loft, Jen and I have this ornate, full-length mirror from her grandma. She uses it all the time to check out new clothes. There was a chair across from the mirror, and I sat in it.

Ann came out first, fashioning a short black skirt. She saw me and shook her head with a smile. I shrugged my shoulders. Ann stood in front of the mirror and called to Jen, "I've got the black skirt on."

"Wait, let me see, " Jen yelled from her closet. She came out, buttoning up a new blouse, bra on display. I smiled and winked at Jen, and then she shook her head at me, too. Yep, she and Ann were sisters.

"That's really cool, Ann."

"Do you think?"

"Yes."

"I like it, too," she decided.

"Didn't you like it in the store?" I asked.

Jen turned on me, "Things look different at home. That's why we try them on again."

"Okay, okay."

Ann turned to Jen, "Oh, and I like that blouse."

Jen stepped in front of the mirror, finishing buttoning at the top. Ann stepped behind her and surveyed it. "Do you really like it?" Jen asked.

Ann stepped in front of Jen. "Here try this," she said, and she reached up and undid one of Jen's top buttons to just reveal her cleavage. In the process, she glanced at me over Jen's shoulder. Was Ann playing games with me? I unfurled a wicked smile. She turned away and let Jen look herself over again. "Better?" Ann asked.

"Yeah, I like it. What do you think?" Jen asked me.

"I think one more button down," I said and grinned.

"Oh, shut up," she snapped, but there was playfulness in that voice.

"I'm going to take this off," Ann said and walked back to her room.

Jen turned around and came over to me. "You," she kind of whisper-scolded, "are naughty." I grabbed her, pulled her into my lap, and tickle-attacked her. She enjoyed it and laughed uproariously at first. I copped some good feels. But she must have thought of Ann, so she put a stop to things and stepped away. Jen returned to the mirror and looked herself over at some new angles

Ann came out of her room and said she was heading back to the store.

"Oh, are you going to get the blouse that went with that skirt?"

"Yeah, I think I'll like it."

"Want me to come?"

"No, you stay and relax," Ann responded and she cast me a fleeting look.

"Okay, see you!"

"Bye, Ann."

"See you guys!"

When Ann was out the door, Jen rounded on me, "You!"

"What?"

"She's leaving to give us privacy!"

"What!"

"Yes!"

"So?"

"So, we have to be more careful. She's getting a divorce. The last thing she wants to see is us groping each other and looking like were going to fuck."

"Is that what we're gonna do?"

"Be serious!"

"I am! I mean, Jen, don't you think that maybe seeing us having fun and, I don't know, wanting to fuck around is a good thing? Like it shows Ann that shit gets better and that she can have what we have?"

Jen thought about this. "Maybe. Still, you don't know how totally demoralized she is. She thinks she's, like, this complete failure as a woman."

"So we take care of her and give her a good example."

"I don't know. I just think it's weird my sister just left so we could have sex."

"Being thoughtful, not weird." Sitting in the chair, I smiled at her and waved her over.

"Come here."

She came, unfastening the next button down on her new blouse. I had been dreaming about those breasts since talking to Ann that morning. Then, the next button came off and she bit her lip, gazing at me. I pulled her unto my lap and took off the rest of her top and bra.

I had them. I lifted and clutched them. I kissed and licked them, feeling their heft and velvety smoothness with my tongue.

I probably don't need to remind you, but remember that before Ann came to live with us, our sex was good, but pretty boring. Jen seemed to always just want, you know, the meat and potatoes sex stuff. Since Ann moved in, though, it had been crazy, even with some shit we'd never done before. I wanted to keep the momentum rolling; I decided to try something else new.

I let go of Jen's tit, lifted her off me, and put her on the floor between my legs. She sat on her knees in front of the chair, and I stood up in front of her. "Take it out," I told her. She unzipped me and dropped my trousers and underwear to my ankles. My dick sprang out above her head, rock hard, and I sat back down.

She made a move to start sucking it, but I held her off. I reached out with my hands, cupped her breasts, and drew her body up to my cock. Fuck, I was hard. My cock was pointed straight up at the ceiling like some fucking missile on a launch pad. She was up on her knees, and her tits were resting on the insides of my thighs. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer so that those big canons squeezed against my dick. I grabbed each tit and wrapped them around my dick, and I put her hands on them. "Slowly, " I told her.

Before Ann came, I don't know what Jen would've done here. She might have said, "Why don't you just let me suck it?" or "This is too weird" or something. Not now. She looked down at the tip of my cock and began sliding her breasts up and down the shaft.

"That feels so fucking good, Jen."

Sometimes she ran her breasts softly along the shaft, and my dick slid through her cleavage. Other times, she squeezed them together and kind of jerked me off with them. She kept it slow and what was cool about it was seeing her watch what she was doing. That make any sense? She was, I don't know, interested, you know? She liked seeing my dick between her tits, like she was admiring her work. Whatever, but man, it fucking turned me on. I couldn't help it, I groaned, and I'm usually pretty quiet.

She looked up at me then, and that, maybe, was even sexier. That look on her face. She was turned on that I was so fucking turned on.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, Jen. You?"

She nodded and looked back down at her tits squeezing my cock. She went for a minute or so more, and I was really getting heated up. She could tell. She stopped, took one tit, and ran the nipple—just the nipple—slowly up the shaft. Then, she did it again, but she started lower; she ran her nipple back and forth across my balls and then up to the tip.

Holy shit, it was beautiful.

When she put my cock back between and started that slow rocking, up and down, I had to stop her before I just completely went off.

I stood up and she sat back, a little disappointed she seemed, like I had stopped a singer before the big finale of her song. I stepped around behind her, and then I motioned her to spin around, too. I sat across from her, and now I was facing the chair, and Jen was between.

I stood her up, took off her shorts and panties, and pulled her back down so that she was up on her knees.

Now here, man, here is where maybe I'm fucked up and maybe you're going to think I'm twisted. Whatever. I knew what I was going to do, and I kind of knew it before we even started making out. I maybe even knew it since earlier in the morning.

Being completely honest, now. One, I didn't have any clue whether or not my idea would work. Two, this plan—if I can even call it that—didn't really have a fleshed out phase two. Three, I was only thinking of myself. I only had in mind how I could get in-fucking-sane sex.

I sat on my knees in front of Jen. I leaned in, and I started licking her tit—really fucking slowly so that I made that nipple snap back. Doing it, I was thinking about Ann doing it, or, you know, how I imagined Ann had done it to Jen. And I was doing it for the exact reason that I wanted Jen to remember when she and Ann had made out. I was instigating shit. Fucked up plan, right?

I spread Jen's thighs and rubbed her pussy. She was soaking down there. I put two fingers in and slowly finger fucked her for a minute while I kept licking that nipple. Jen was loving it.

I pulled my fingers out and quit licking. Jen looked down at me. I brought those wet fingers up and swirled them on her other nipple. Then, I cupped that tit with one hand and the back of Jen's head with the other, and I drew her lips to her nipple.

She licked the wetness off her nipple and then sucked it in. When she released it, I let her tit down, and then I stuck my fingers back in her pussy and started to do it again. But Jen! Fuck! She grabbed my wrist before I could wipe the stuff on her nipple. She grabbed my wrist, pulled my fingers up to her mouth, and sucked them.

I watched her give my fingers, covered in her own juices, a blowjob. I couldn't even move it was so sexy and so not Jen.

When she finished, I lifted her tit to her mouth, she took it and made out with her nipple. I restarted the slow nipple licking on her other one, and was banging her just as slowly with my fingers.

In seconds, Jen started gasping and moaning. She pushed her hips down to shove my fingers deeper. And she wanted it faster, I could tell, so my fingers started pumping. I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, and I swirled my tongue around. I looked up and saw her biting her other nipple and panting through her teeth.

Before long, she dropped her tit and really began to bawl. She came hard, like always, and I never stopped sucking that tit through her convulsions. She held my head with both hands and just let loose with the screams. I rode it out, but my fingers were tired. I could not have kept up that pace much longer.

As typical, Jen sank down after she came. I caught her and laid her down on the floor on her back. She panted and moaned.

"That was so sexy, Jen. You are so fucking amazing."

She wheezed.

"I still want you," I said.

She wheezed again through rapid breaths. "Do it."

I didn't know what she wanted, but I knew what I did. I straddled her tummy, scooped up her tits and began fucking them. I didn't go crazy on those fucking canons of hers; I went real slow. I wanted to see it and feel it, feel the soft firmness of those huge, sexy things. I loved the way they bulged out of my hands in places, and I loved seeing my cock squished up between them. I held them so I could still see those big nipples. I loved the idea that Ann had licked and sucked those nipples.

The feeling in my cock surged at the thought, and I was ready to go off. I didn't tell Jen or ask her where she wanted it. I just squeezed those tits together and pushed my cock through one last time, and then I came. I pumped it on her chin. I pumped it in her cleavage. I pumped it all over her neck. Fuck, it was good. Fuck, I loved fucking those tits! Fuck!

I came down from the high and rolled off right beside her. We were beat as shit.

I wondered whether or not I awoke in Jen some memory of her night with Ann. If I did, what did it make her think? How did it make her feel? What was I really starting with this plan?

Plan? It was no fucking plan, just a crazy idea to see how far I could go. I was like some fucking kid with a stolen toy. How long can I fuck with it before I break it?

"We didn't even fuck," Jen said.

I looked over at her big-ass tits and cum-soaked neck, and I got an idea. "Later."

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 05

Husband wants sister-in-law to see something.

After a few minutes of just laying on the floor of the loft, clothes all over the fucking place, some of our energy came back. Jen and I got up and started wiping ourselves off, but I told her not to get too cleaned up.

"You can't be serious."

"Totally serious."

"What about Ann?"

"She's gone, Jen."

"She's going to come back."

"I'll close the door." I went over and shut it.

"You know that won't make a difference." It was true. Jen was really fucking loud.

"Look, let's just lay down together."

"Take a nap."

"I'll be gone if I do." It was true. As hard as Jen collapsed after an orgasm, that's how hard a sleeper I was.

"I need to take a shower." She turned away and walked to the bathroom.

I ran over, scooped her up, and threw her over my shoulder.

"Hey—No!" She smacked me on my back. Fucking hurt, but I was laughing. She was, too. I tossed her ass on the bed. "Shit!" she yelled, and before she could get up, I jumped on top of her, pinned her arms down, and blew a huge raspberry on her tummy. She squealed, "Stop!" I did, flopped over beside her, and we lay there laughing for a minute.

I reached over and shook one of her tits a little. She stopped me with her hand on top of mine.

"What is it with you and my boobs today?"

"They're just sexy and big and, I don't know, womanly, I guess."

"Well, they're pretty sore, right now, so..." but, she never finished. After a few seconds, she added, "Ann was always jealous."

Not expecting that, I didn't say anything, but it got me thinking maybe, just maybe my idea worked: she was thinking about her sister and when they had made out years before.

I reached across her to the nightstand for the remote and put it beside her. Grabbing a pillow, I propped up her head on it. Then, I draped a blanket over the both of us. She started scrolling though the channels, and I rubbed her legs.

Jen's like a little kid when it comes to watching television. You get her watching something, and she zones out. She's on some other planet. Wouldn't even know if the fucking bed was on fire.

So, I saw that she was lost in tv land, and I got up. I filled her a glass of water from the sink and walked over to the nightstand. Before I put the glass down...shit. You're gonna think I'm some freakin' pervert again. Hell with it. Before I put the glass down, I opened the door of our bedroom a few inches.

Jen, of course, she didn't notice.

I climbed back under the covers with her, and after a few more minutes of caressing her legs and tummy, my body was ready again.

Jen was on her back, her head tilted a little to the side, watching some show. I stripped the blanket down past her feet, pulled her legs apart, and set myself in between, face at her pussy, looking at her watch the tv.

I smelled her pussy and kissed it. I breathed it in, nuzzling around in her crotch like some dog. My nose crossed her lips down there; it nudged up against her clit. Shit, I loved her pussy. I kissed the lips and slid my tongue in between, tasting it.

I glanced up at her, but she was fixated on her show. I didn't care. Fuck it, this pussy is mine.

I sucked on each lip for a time, tugging them out and letting them slip back. I licked up and down right where her legs met her crotch. I flicked my tongue around the lower part of her slit. I pushed in with my tongue down there, feeling the texture of it, and then slid it back up to her clit. I sucked her clit. I pushed my tongue flat against it and twisted it, back and forth. I drug my tongue from the bottom to the top, letting it slip in between her lips and then slip out when I reached her clit. I spread the lips and kissed the inside of her. I lapped at the tight hole there. I pushed my tongue into it as far as I could, and then I curled up the tip and pulled it back out. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked her entire cunt. I let my lower lip just play with her clit, up and down. I pushed two fingers into her and I tasted them. I pushed them in again and again while I licked back and forth along her clit. I rubbed the inside of her pussy with my middle finger, feeling the texture in there on the top and sides, front and back. I took out my fingers, turned over my hand, and felt the bottom of her pussy, front and back.

And, I knew she wasn't watching the tv anymore. I could feel the difference in how she moved. I could taste the wetness on her pussy and on my face.

I looked up and Jen was watching me. "I love this fucking pussy, Jen." I licked her clit again. "Tell me I can always have it."

She nodded. "You can always have my pussy," she whispered, and I really liked it when Jen said "my pussy." I don't think I'd ever heard her say it before. She'd always say "my vagina" or "down there" or whatever. There was something so sexy about her saying "my pussy."

"Say, 'My pussy.'"

She said it, and I licked and fingered.

"Keep saying it to me."

And she kept saying it while I ate her pussy, and I thought I might come without my cock even being touched it was so fucking awesome.

I knew Jen was getting closer, but I wanted to time it right. Remember, I left the door open, and I hadn't heard Ann come back, yet.

But, another part of me didn't give a shit about the plan, I just wanted to fuck Jen so bad.

I got up over her, lined up my cock with her slit, and just kind of set it there between her lips and waited. Jen wiggled her hips, and I watched that tight pussy slowly engulf my cock.

Throughout this, Jen would sometimes moan, "My pussy," and it was about to push me higher than I wanted to go so soon. I leaned in and kissed her to get her to shut up. She opened her mouth and our tongues pressed together. It was in-fucking-sane how warm and wet her pussy was on my cock.

We found our rhythm after a few thrusts. I shoved in and she pushed back at just the right moment to seat my cock as deeply as possible. She arched her back and I lowered my hips.

I rolled us over and put her on top. She rocked on me, and I watched those canons sway. I put my face up between them and they skidded along my cheeks. I felt her working a few different angles. She fucked that cock deep and forward, and then she just grinded on it. Ready for something else, she fucked it shallow and back, and then she fucked it like a piston. My cock was her sex toy.

She was going to cum. Me, too. So I switched positions again.

I lifted her off and spun her around, reverse cowgirl. New territory for us, that position. And she didn't say a word.

That lasted about fifteen seconds, holy fuck—seeing her round ass gyrating in front of me, watching my dick plunge in and out of her. In that position, her body pulled my cock at an angle that, when hard, it was not supposed to go, and that made it thrilling. I had to stop and pull out.

I put her on her hands and knees, and I moved up behind her, my cock laying flat on her ass. We both just panted. Doggystyle twice in a week? Had to have been a first, too.

"Put it back in."

I told her I would.

I don't know what made me glance over my shoulder to the door in that moment, the moment I was taking my cock, sliding it over Jen's asshole, and sticking it into her pussy, but I did.

I caught something in the doorway—a flash of dark and light. Was Ann watching us?

I think my dick grew an inch inside Jen's pussy. Either that or I must have rammed her hard, but she screamed.

"Not so hard," she gasped.

I didn't even hear her; I was fucking for an audience. I poured it on.

Sounds fucked up, maybe, but I was trying to see us through Ann's eyes. What was she noticing? Did she see how Jen's back arched down and her ass curled up? Did Ann like the way Jen's ass pushed back into me? Did she see Jen's tits hanging down, springing back and forth? Did she like the rawness of the sound of our skin slapping together? Did she like how her sister panted and moaned? Did she touch herself watching my cock get buried in her sister? Did she wish she was her sister, getting drilled from behind by her brother-in-law or did she wish she was me, behind her sister with that blue vibrator, making Jen pant and moan?

"Yes," Jen said, "yes."

Again, it was not long before I knew we were both about to blast off, so I slowed down, pulled out and breathed through the wave.

But, I couldn't help it, seeing her cunt there and knowing Ann was watching. I pushed back in, watching that pussy just eat my cock. That was too fucking good, I thought. Can't do that again or I'm done.

I pulled out, spun Jen around, and laid her on her back. Now, I was facing that doorway wall, and I took a good look.

Nothing. I had been wrong; Ann wasn't there.

Of course, she fucking wasn't. What was I thinking? Was Ann really going to watch me fuck her sister? Even if it had interested her, was she going to risk getting caught? Fuck, no. If she even came home, she probably left the minute she heard us.

Fuck it, I thought and I looked down at Jen. She was so sexy. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders.

"Do it," she pleaded.

I fucked her, and she was beautiful. Before long, Jen started screaming. She grabbed a pillow and bawled into it.

And then, she was there—Ann. I caught the movement in my periphery. Ann was right there in the doorway-a darkness that broke up the line of light.

Don't look, I screamed to myself. Don't fucking look.

Jen kept shrieking into the pillow, and a half-formed idea flashed in my head. I ripped that pillow out of her hands and threw it against the wall. Now, it was full volume Jen, and I wanted Ann to hear it.

I kept thrusting, and I knew I was ready. Something about Jen's orgasms, as almost obnoxiously loud as they were, just always pushed me over.

Now, I haven't mentioned this, but Jen hates the pill. I guess it makes her periods just suck. And I hated condoms. We had an understanding that I just pull out. And I did.

My last stroke rode up her slit, and I jammed my balls against her pussy. My cock, angled up, went off. I'm no long distance champion or anything, but my second shot—in full view of Ann—just fucking launched. I was watching Jen's face and I froze when I saw it. It smacked—yes, I actually heard it—smacked against Jen's upper lip.

Jen's not into cum, never has been. She hates the mess, the stickiness, pretty much everything about it, I guess. So the idea of Jen someday, like, eating it-by accident or otherwise? Just not going to happen.

Should I wipe it off quick? What was she going to do? Like I said, I just froze.

Jen's eyes were closed. She was panting—she was in some orgasm end zone, and she licked it off and swallowed it.

Who in the fuck is this woman? Ain't my wife.

"That was the best," she gasped, "Oh, shit, that was the best. Oh, shit."

I got up on my knees and put my shiny cock on display for Ann. Cum was still leaking out. Don't look, I thought.

After a few seconds, I flopped down on the bed and wrapped my arms around Jen; she was over and out. I glanced at the doorway, and Ann was gone.

But, she watched it. That had to mean something.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 06

Home alone with wife's sister, husband gets tricky.

I took a nap. Jen got up and showered, I didn't hear it or wake up. I mentioned it before: I really sleep hard; I even nap hard.

Until I was about thirteen, I pissed the bed most nights. That's how hard.

Anyways, you know how sometimes naps are the best for dreaming? I had a bunch that time after Ann watched Jen and I fuck, but only one dream really stands out. In it, Ann was on our bed, lying on her tummy in blue panties. But, the panties weren't really there. It was her ass that was blue, just her ass. Freakin' weird, I know. But, anyways, Jen was there, and she was telling me I had to fuck Ann. She was desperate and screaming, "Listen to me! You've got to fuck her!" But, I couldn't let Jen see that I wanted to, so I told her I wouldn't.

I don't know. Dreams. Whatever. But, that was one I really remembered.

***

The next week, Jen went out of town to a speech pathologist convention—that was her job. She worked for the public school, and she had to get her continuing education hours. It had been on her schedule for months, along with another day trip a few weeks later. I knew these events were coming, but I hadn't really thought about what they meant: I would be at home for a couple days, alone with my sister-in-law, Ann.

In the time leading up to the trip, Jen was frisky as hell. Like she didn't want to go without making sure I was well-fucked enough to last me a few days. She left on a Thursday and would be coming back Saturday.

It was Thursday. I was at my shop finishing some cabinet doors, and I was thinking hard about me and Ann in the house without Jen. And I was thinking about how Ann smelled that night I was secretly in her room, and about how her ass looked in those panties, and about her and Jen making out those years ago, and about Ann watching me fuck Jen and come all over her. And I was thinking about this plan—these ideas, really—I was kind of acting on.

Up to that time, I think I had been pretty safe on my wedding vows. Not that I didn't have some incriminating thoughts, but shit, I'm a dude. And not that-had Jen seen some of the things I'd done-I wouldn't have been in some serious trouble. But no, I had not been physically, sexually unfaithful.

Even so, I was acting on these ideas without really thinking about if they went wrong. It was risky, and I'd had a string of successes. I didn't feel like being conservative, yet.

But, I'll tell you what I was not going to do. I was not going to go home and try to fuck Ann. That was my belief on Thursday, and it continued to be so when I left the shop for home on Friday.

***

At 11:00pm or so on Friday, Ann knocked on the door of my bedroom. I was watching tv on the bed in sweatpants.

I hit mute on the tv. "Come in!"

She opened the door. She was in a white tank top with just orange panties underneath, but she was looking pretty freakin' terrified.

"Ann! What the..."

"Someone's in the back yard. I think it's Kenny." The minute she said the words, she started crying.

Training kicked in for me. "Shut off the lights and close the door."

She did. I walked over to the window and peeked through the blinds. "Tell me."

Through sobs, she said, "I was reading and I heard something hit my window and I got up and looked and I think it was him and I heard him say something and his face was just...fuck, I'm so sorry!"

I saw him down there. It was fucking Kenny.

"Ann, get in the bed. Get under the covers. Don't leave. Don't turn on the lights."

I stepped into our closet. Fifteen seconds later, I stepped out armed.

Ann's eyes widened.

"Don't worry. Just a precaution. Last resort kinda thing."

She nodded, sniffled.

"Got your phone with you?"

She nodded.

"Have 911 ready. When I come back, I'll say...I'll say 'Alaska' and you'll know it's me."

I closed the door and left. As silently as I could, I went downstairs. I made sure every door was locked, and then I sneaked through the hall, into the garage, and out the back door of the garage. Kenny was across the back patio from me, scrounging around for pebbles to throw at Ann's window. I could hear him mumbling some shit. He was going to be there for a little bit, hadn't given up yet.

I needed to find his car; it would tell me where he was headed if he lit out. I stalked away from him along the back of our garage and then crossed over to the neighbor's house. Clear from Kenny's view, I ran around to the street and looked up our hill. There she was! Kenny's beloved truck.

I ran over to it, took out my knife, and worked a small hole in the right front tire by screwing the tip of the blade into it with just a little bit of pressure, just like drilling a hole. Took about a minute before I heard the air leaking out. I widened it. Kenny's escape route was cut off.

I circled around our next door neighbor's house and something caught my eye. An idea formed. I grabbed a bucket and kept closing in on Kenny.

Finally, I had worked my way into our back yard, and there he was, looking up at Ann's window. I stayed low and crept up behind him.

I actually couldn't tell if he was drunk of not. I rose up and lifted the bucket I had seized in the neighbor's yard, and then I dumped it over Kenny's head.

Kenny screamed and spun around, but he couldn't see anything; he had a big five-gallon bucket on his head. I kicked him in the nuts. He groaned and plopped to the ground. If he had been thinking of doing something nasty, it was over now.

"Okay, Kenny, breathe it out. Breathe it out."

After a few seconds, he took the bucket off his head and groaned, "What in the fuck is this shit?"

"Its..."

"Is this dog shit?"

"Yeah."

"Son of a fucking bitch!" The people next door have a little dog and they collect all the shits he takes on walks. They put it in that bucket and compost it for their garden. "Aw, my fucking nuts."

Kenny was defeated and he knew it, so I asked, "Hey, did you think I was gone?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Someone told me Jen left town. I figured you guys went on a trip or something."

"Come on, let's go."

"Did you have to use dog shit? Fuck!"

"Come on. Now." I walked him back to his truck. He shuffled along like a prisoner in chains.

"Kenny, I don't know if you have a chance with Ann again, but shit like this? It is not going to help. Give her some space; let her decide."

"Right, like you know anything about it."

"You ok to drive?"

"Whatever, dude." He climbed in, shut the door, and started it. Then, he rolled down the window and told me to fuck off.

He drove up the hill and out of sight before he figured out about the flat. I heard him curse.

***

"Alaska!"

I heard Ann jump out of bed and open the door. "Was it him? Is he gone?"

"It was him. He's gone."

"Oh, my gosh! I was so scared."

"It's over."

***

"I've got to text this to Jen. Dog shit, really?" I nodded, smiling. Ann burst out laughing. She had, sadly, put on some shorts. "That is so fucking awesome! Do you think she's up?"

"Try. I don't know. I talked to her around ten."

Ann started texting Jen. "Oh, my gosh, you are the best!"

"You want a drink?"

"Fuck, yes. I'm still shaking. How are you so calm? You just went outside with a gun." She hit send.

I shrugged. "Marines."

"I'm never going to sleep tonight. I'm never going to fucking sleep again."

I grabbed a bottle. "This stuff will help. Some guy gave this to me after I redid his kitchen. Pretty good."

I poured two doubles of this stuff—Scotch, on ice. We drank.

I said, "Sorry about your troubles, but I'm going to sleep like a baby."

"I know. Jen says you're like a rock."

I shrugged. "Hear back from her yet?"

Ann checked. "No."

"She's in bed," I said, and then, I got an idea. And I ran with it.

Over the next half hour or so, Ann kept asking about the incident, and I kept telling her what I could. Women like the nitty-gritty stuff, I've found. They ask all kinds of fucking detailed questions. Anyways, we kept talking and drinking.

She had two, and she was happy. As for me, she thought I had four. In truth, I had about two. I kept pouring some of mine out when she wasn't looking. Sorry, Scotch-boys, I wasn't thinking about the fucking drink; I had an idea.

So, Ann thought I was pretty lit, but it was an act.

I walked her upstairs, and she hugged me good night.

I went to my room and made a quick, but very critical phone call. Then I got in bed, naked, leaving plenty of space on the side of the bed near the door, which I had left open.

***

I didn't have to wait long. Ann came into my bedroom maybe 15 minutes after we had said goodnight. I was pretending to be asleep.

She tried to wake me. She tried harder, and then she was silent for a minute. She must have been debating.

And then, she slipped under the covers.

I was doing my best to simulate the rhythmic breathing of a sleeper. I did this for about five-six minutes, and then, when Ann shifted her position, I came to.

"Jen, what time is it?" I tried to sound groggy and disoriented.

"Oh, my gosh! It's Ann. I'm sorry. I was scared. Please don't kick me out."

"Jen, I love you babe." I said it like I was in some dream. My eyes stayed closed as I reached out and put my hand on Ann's thigh. It was so small and firm and soft.

She let it stay. "No, It's Ann. It's Ann! Can you hear me? It's not Jen. I'm not Jen."

"Jen, you are the best," I mumbled, and I scooched closer. I heard her sit up in bed, and I started thinking I'd blown it. Then she shook me a whole bunch.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Jen, geez, stop. Just fucking relax," I finally uttered. Ann laid down with her back to me.

I started rubbing her back through her shirt. She let it happen.

"You are so sexy, Jen, so beautiful." I put my hand on her ass. It was as perfect as anything I'd ever felt, even with the shorts on. My cock hurt, it was so hard.

"Jen," I mumbled, "Jen."

She turned over. "It's Ann. I'm Ann."

We were both on our sides, facing each other a few feet apart. I took her hand and put it on my dick. She must not have expected me to be naked. She gasped softly. "See what you do to me, Jen?"

She didn't pull away. She just held it like she was thinking, deciding. Her hand moved over my cock. Her hand is smaller than Jen's, and I could feel the light scrape of those long fingernails. She was exploring my dick with her fingertips. Gauging it. She touched lightly in places—the head, the shaft, the bottom, my balls, the underside. Her fingers were so gentle. Then, she started caressing it, sliding her fingers along its length.

I mumble, "Jen, will you just kiss it a little?"

She whispered, "I...I can't."

I said, "Please, Jen, just a little."

Silence.

"Just suck on the tip a little."

Silence.

"Jen, please."

And then the sheets moved. Ann's caresses stopped, and she scooted down the bed under the covers. I waited for it. I could sense where her head was, where her mouth was, and she took hold of my cock more firmly, and I knew her lips were so close to the tip.

She kissed it. Then, her lips wrapped around the head. They were soft and wet and gentle. I felt her tongue under the tip. It moved rhythmically and her lips alternately puckered and relaxed, as if she were French kissing the head of my cock. This went on for some time, and then, she stopped.

I waited, expecting to hear the sheets move and feel her come back up to me. I thought about my next move. Nothing was coming to me.

She did move, but not up to me. I felt the sheets pulled off, and I hazarded a squinting glance. She was on her back, knees up, feet down. She pushed her hips up and slipped off her shorts and panties.

She rolled back towards me on her side, her head still at the level of my cock. She lifted her top knee a little. Her bottom arm was extended down toward her crotch. Her top arm came around, and the hand grasped my cock.

I felt tiny movements through the mattress. She was fingering herself. She breathed out a moaning whimper, and then she took the head of my dick in her mouth again.

The French kissing down there resumed, and Ann rubbed herself. I loved how she moaned into my dick. I loved how she worked the head of it with her wet mouth, lips, and tongue. The tip never left her mouth, but there was definitely a sense of pressure and release, pressure and release. I loved how firmly she grasped the shaft and how slowly she tugged it. I loved how there was a rhythm to the whole act: tug, suck, moan...tug, suck, moan.

Ann got louder, and I couldn't hold back. This was a moment that my precious little ideas hadn't considered. If I had been awake and it was Jen, I'd give her a warning, and then she'd jerk it out into her hands. But I didn't think I could give Ann a warning without showing her I was conscious. Should I say something?

And what about the sheets? There would be come all over them. When I "woke up" or whatever, how would Ann explain that away, especially if she stayed in bed with me? Maybe she hoped I might think I had a wet dream or something, I don't know. If not, was she really prepared to just have an open affair with her brother-in-law?

It felt so fucking good that I didn't give a shit about any of it. I figured she had a plan. Fuck knows I didn't.

I think she could tell I was ready. My breaths were coming harder and faster. And, I couldn't help it; I started to groan. And the moment came. Ann tugged, sucked, and moaned. What the fuck was she going to do? Tug, suck, moan. Ann, it's now. It's right fucking now! And then I felt something I had never in my life felt before.

I felt Ann suck the cum out of my cock and swallow it. Her lips never left the head. I pumped it and she took it. She moaned all through it. She got all of it. I felt it when she gulped it down—a different kind of pressure from her lips and tongue. And I heard her swallow it. She kept on sucking that tip while she finished herself off.

I listened to the sound of her orgasm, and I had never been more satisfied. No girl had ever completely finished me with a blowjob. There had been some close calls, but never had it been every-last-drop-and-let's-make-sure-there's-no-more-hiding-in-there. Not until Ann.

I felt like fucking laughing or jumping out of the bed and roaring, "Fuck, yeah!" But, I had to pretend I was sleeping, and that, maybe was the only thing that took away from the sheer fucking joy I felt.

Ann was coming down, but my dick was not softening. She let go of the shaft with her hand and let the tip slip out from between her lips. Ann just laid there, breathing softly, my still hard dick resting on her cheek.

I thought about the phone call I had made, and I wondered if that had been the key.

I thought about Jen, and then decided to do that later.

I had another fleeting thought: what if I had met Ann first, and not Jen? Then I really did fall asleep.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 07

Wife's sister knows how to play games, too.

I woke up and remembered, and I looked across the bed.

Yes. Good girl, Ann. She was gone, and she had rearranged the sheets and pillow to make sure it didn't look like she'd been there. The lie was complete. We could both pretend like nothing happened.

Well, that's not exactly true. Ann would have to pretend like nothing happened. I didn't have to; I had been "asleep." I fucking laughed.

I threw off the sheets and sat up. Recalling the night's ending, I looked down at my dick. My little vixen of a sister-in-law had sucked that thing, fuck yeah. That sexy little blonde swallowed my cum, fuck yeah.

I cheated on Jen. Shit.

If it came down to it, I had some deniability, though. As far as Ann knew, I was asleep. Jen knows how hard I sleep. She would have to take that into consideration. She did it to me, I could say. I just fucking hoped it wouldn't come to that.

I went downstairs with some excitement as to how morning was going to play out. Ann was at the kitchen table, reading on her phone with a cup of tea.

"Hey, Ann."

"Hey." She didn't look up.

I poured myself a huge glass of milk. "End up sleeping okay?" I asked.

She looked up at me. "Yeah, actually. Eventually." She hesitated.

Oh, shit. "What?"

"Last night, after you went to bed, did you hear screaming outside?"

"No, I slept pretty hard."

"Yeah."

"What kind of screaming?"

But, I already knew what kind. Last night after I went back to my room, I called this crazy fucker neighbor friend, and I offered him twenty bucks to go outside for a few minutes and start screaming into the night like an axe murderer—and loud enough that I could hear it. He came through.

Yes, I'm fucking twisted. I get ideas and I see a potential outcome and I act without really knowing jack shit. Ann had already been spooked, but she needed another push, so I made it happen.

Ann said, "I don't know, but it sounded scary."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Ann. You could have woken me."

"I tried. I mean, I thought about trying."

"You just have to hit me hard in the face."

"Okay."

"You're not thinking it was Kenny again, are you?"

"I don't know."

"Ann, he's never coming back here. The guy left here covered in dog shit, in a car with a flat tire, after getting caught and kicked in the nuts by a Marine carrying a pistol. You won't see him again unless you invite him."

"That won't happen."

"Roger that."

"Thanks, again, you know, for last night."

"My pleasure," I said, and my brain was grinning.

And a fucked-up idea jumped in there.

And I knew it was probably a bad idea the second I began.

I glanced from Ann's eyes to her lips, and then I raised a finger and pointed to them. "You've got something..." I said, and I pointed back to my lips and scratched my upper lip a bit.

She wiped her upper lip, and then stopped and looked at me.

"Yep, you...you got it."

She looked into my eyes; there was a beat.

A beat of understanding. "Thanks," she said, after the moment passed. "So, you say you slept well?"

Holy shit!

Some good things came out of that moment. One, she wasn't pissed that I had tricked her. Two, I kind of let her off the hook a little, guilt-wise. It wasn't just her who had wanted it last night. We were in this together. Three, she seemed to be willing, for now, to continue playing along.

I plunged ahead. "Yeah, never slept better. Very relaxing. I feel great this morning."

"Oh. I'm glad."

"And you? After the screaming? How about you?"

"Like you said, relaxing."

"Any dreams?" I asked.

"Nothing I remember too clearly. You?"

"There was one, you know, but..."

"Yeah?"

"I just remember that I really liked it," I said with a smile of remembrance.

"Must have been very nice."

"The best."

We smiled across the table at each other. She took a sip of tea.

I got another idea.

I decided to take another huge risk. Playing with a fucking nuke, I thought, but I did it anyways. "You know that story you told me a while back? About you and Ann on the fuzzy rug back in your old apartment?"

She gave me a curious look. "What about it?"

"I was just thinking that..." Should I do it? Shit! "...that Jen might benefit from some alone time with you. Just you girls. I get out of here for a while. Would that interest you?"

She stared at me for a few seconds, reading my eyes. Then she asked, "Do you think it would interest Jen?"

"She's a changed person since you came. Yeah, I think maybe it would, given the right circumstances."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I said, "Cool." I thought, Oh, my fuck.

"Then what should we do?"

"Let me think it over a bit. We'll talk again before Jen gets back?"

She nodded. "When is that?"

"Let's see...her flight arrives in about three hours."

"Okay." Ann got up, put her tea cup in the sink, and yawned. "I think I'm going to go upstairs and take a nap."

I gulped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I liked the sound of the dream you had last night. Maybe I can have one like that, too." She walked upstairs, never looking back. In-fucking-sane!

Ann was good, and she was smart. I shouldn't have been surprised; only a minute ago, I had seen how fast she just rolled with it and played along after I basically admitted to tricking her into a blowjob. Now, she was turning the tables on me for last night. I go and do this, and I'm an equal partner in the crime, all the way. I stay downstairs, and the deal was probably off.

But, this deal! It was too fucking good: Ann wanted Jen! Would Jen play, too? Could I make this work?

There was not a doubt in the world I was going upstairs. I lasted five minutes before I got up and followed her.

***

When I stepped into Ann's room, I froze. She was lying on the bed in roughly the same position she had been on the night I sneaked in on her. She wore the same panties, and her blue vibrator was on the nightstand. It was like she had just recreated the scene.

Had she been awake? Did she know everything that had happened while I was in there? Was I the one getting played?

But, staring at that ass, another thought occurred to me: I didn't actually give a fuck.

I walked over to her, and she didn't move. Her back, covered by a yellow tank-top, gently rose and fell. Asleep, but not asleep.

I wanted to see how she played this game. "Ann?"

Nothing.

I put my hand on her back and shook her softly. "Ann."

Nothing. I smiled.

I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans and shorts to the floor. I climbed on the bed and admired her body. That long, silky blonde hair, I wanted to wrap it around my dick. Her arms and back, skinny and fit. Those tight, curvy legs, so tanned and smooth. And that ass, fuck, that ass was a contradiction: big and small, soft and firm.

I leaned in, smelling her body, and softly kissed that booty.

Then, I was addicted. I kissed it again and again, and when I saw places I wanted to kiss that were covered by her panties, I slipped my fingers under them and slid them down her legs.

Ann moved. I hesitated and looked. With her eyes still closed, she groggily said, "Daddy, are you home?"

Oh, my fucking shit. "Yes, princess, I'm here to kiss you good night," I said.

"I've been waiting for you, daddy."

My cock was like a son of a bitching I-beam when I spread Ann's legs and laid down between them. She arched her back, bringing her pussy up to eye level, and I leaned into it, leading with my tongue.

The smell was pure sex, pure female; everything I loved about girls was in her scent. I licked the soft outside, as interested in feeling as tasting. I put my hands under her and lifted her to me, drinking her like pulling handfuls of water to my mouth. What I tasted of her pussy made me crave it even more. I used my thumbs to spread her open, and I nursed on her clit.

Ann's body responded. I felt her slickness on my tongue and heard her moan. I put my tongue inside her.

It surprised me; I did it again. This was different, new.

I held Ann with one hand and sucked the index finger of my other. I pushed it into her vagina, and then she moaned and I whispered, "Oh, shit." Ann's pussy just freakin' clasped my finger. It was so soft, but so incredibly tight and slick. When I put my tongue in it seconds before, the sheer tautness of it was what I had felt. That tautness pushed back against my tongue. I pulled my finger out, and then put it back in as slowly as I could, watching it disappear inside, feeling the heat and pressure, and imagining what it would feel like on my cock.

I fucked her with my finger, and she pushed against it, gasping. I pulled it out and pushed in two of my fingers; Ann panted as they sunk in. Fuck, how tight it was. It was like a fucking blood pressure cuff. I fucked her with two fingers for a time, and Ann was into it. But, I was sick of imagining. I had to feel this pussy on my dick.

I rose up on the bed and brought my cock up in alignment with Ann's pussy and she gasped, "Daddy, stop. Stop."

I stopped.

"I want to, too, but not now. Not yet."

I looked down and saw my cock twitching just fractions of an inch from that incredible pussy. I got control.

"Kiss me again, daddy."

I lowered myself back down, pissed off. Fuck it. I was going to make my princess scream.

I lifted her ass off the bed and buried my face in her pussy. I fucked her with my tongue; my nose squashed up against her asshole. I brought up my fingers again and slid two back into her. I crammed my face under them and made out with her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her.

She reached back, grabbed my hair and pulled my head into her. She moaned and let me go. Her ass began pushing back, in synch with my fingers. Seconds later, she let loose, wailing and crawling from me. I sat up and clutched her leg, pulling her back into my fingers. I held on and we struggled against each other right through to the end of her orgasm.

When she relented and sank down on the bed, I let go.

"Oh, daddy," she sighed. "Oh, daddy."

Maybe she was like Jen: a rag doll after coming. I got up and began to grab my clothes.

She rolled over, facing me, eyes still closed, her head at the edge of the bed. She yawned, smacked her lips, and mumbled, "Daddy, you're not going to leave without letting me kiss you goodnight, are you?"

Maybe she wasn't like Jen. I dropped my clothes and walked over to her. I got down on my knees. My cock pointed at her mouth.

I waited, and she waited. Then, she licked her lips, and I knew what to do.

I pushed my cock into her mouth. Fuck, it was sexy. I held her neck and head with one hand, and I slid my cock back and forth in her mouth.

Ann didn't move; she didn't suck. She was totally limp. For whatever reason, it was so fucking hot. I put it in and then pulled it all the way out to see it shining with her saliva. I slid it back in slowly so that I could watch her lips part and her jaw gape and take it in.

I pushed it in a little bit further, and a bit further even still. I pushed it in as far as Jen ever took it, and Ann had it. Further. She still had it. I groaned, "Fuck." I'd never seen it that deep in a woman's mouth before. I'd never seen so little of the base.

I felt the surge in my cock and I held her head, fucking her at that depth with quick, little strokes. I wanted to stay there, fucking Ann's mouth. She didn't grimace, didn't squint, didn't gag. She was my sex toy. And then it came.

I watched the trunk of my cock pulsate, and I felt the shaft drawing up and dumping my semen into her mouth. She let it, and I held her head in place, grunting as each burst of cum surged out of me.

When all was spent, I pulled out and a gush of cum flowed out of her mouth and down her cheek. She rolled onto her back, eyes still closed, and said, "Thank you, Daddy."

I took a few big pulls of air, caught my breath. Then, I stood up and threw on my clothes.

I whispered, "Good night, princess," looking at the smooth skin of her perfectly shaped face and the glom of cum dripping across it.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 08

Husband gives the ladies some alone time.

I left a bottle of wine on the table with a thank you note. I also baked the two of them some brownies—shit yes, I did—and left them on the table, cut up all nice. I tried one. Gooey. I did a pretty freakin' good job.

After I pulled out of the garage, I did something uncharacteristic: I unlatched the cable connecting my garage opener to the garage door. Then, I closed it manually.

I left the house and went to a bar to meet up with some pals, have some drinks, and watch some football. More importantly, I left the house to let the sisters have some time together without me around.

I met up with my buds, and I needed the drinks, but I really didn't watch the game. I was thinking about my in-fucking-sane plan—or more accurately, the in-fucking-sane plan that my wife's sister, Ann, and I had come up with. I was nervous. Before when I got these ideas, if I thought they might work, I just did them. Now, I had to sit back and wait and trust. It was on Ann.

So, I drank a few and kept checking my watch, counting down the minutes until I became a more active participant. Damn, this sucks.

***

I made the phone call just after eleven. When Jen picked up, I told her that we had gone back to my friend's house and that I was pretty lit. I was going to crash at his place.

She told me neither of them could pick me up anyways.

I told her I was cool and to have fun.

After I hung up, I told the fellas I was rolling. I left my share of the tab on the table, got into my car, and drove home—almost home. On the street behind our house, where not as many folks know my car, I parked and got out. I hopped the fences and stood in my back yard, looking at the house. My heart raced.

Ann's bedroom light was on. Our bedroom light was on. Not a great sign.

I raced over to the big elm tree off our back patio and began climbing it. Earlier, I had adjusted the blinds on our bedroom windows so that they looked basically the same, but they were now angled such that I could see inside if I got high enough. I had also spent some time climbing up this big ass tree to give me the vantage point. When I hit my perch, I got as comfortable as I could and looked inside our house.

The tv was on. Jen was coming out of the bathroom in her big tee shirt and panties when I noticed the light in Ann's room go off. Seconds later, I saw Jen stop and turn toward the door. Ann peeked into the room. Jen waved her in. She walked over to Jen and must have said something about Jen's shirt. Ann touched the hem and they both laughed.

They were chatting and laughing and kind of half watching tv for a while before Ann stood up.

Ann reached around to her back and pointed to a spot. Jen got behind her and Ann lifted up her shirt. Jen ran her hands over Ann's back and seemed to be asking questions. Ann shook her head, no. Jen felt around some more and Ann nodded. Jen pushed on a spot and Ann winced and pulled away. Jen gestured an apology and Ann waved it off. She turned back around, and Jen gently rubbed her back.

Good girl, Ann, I thought.

Then, Ann stopped Jen and walked over to our bed. Jen followed. Ann laid down and scrunched up her shirt. Jen sat beside and began massaging her again.

I watched this for a minute, dreaming incredible dreams. Then, Ann pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Jen continued without hesitating. Ann was not wearing a bra, and if I knew Jen, she wasn't either.

I could tell that Jen was getting a little bored; she just wasn't into it. This was about to end unless Ann took action.

She did. Ann turned over and said something. Jen smiled and nodded. She laid down and Ann sat up. Ann lifted Jen's shirt up, but not off, and she began rubbing Jen's back. It was a real massage.

Where Jen had been kind of robotic, Ann was involved. Her hands worked hard, up and down Jen's back. At one point, Ann rubbed high on Jen's back, under her shirt. She began to pull it off, and Jen helped her. Jen appeared to be loving this back rub.

Ann threw a leg over Jen's ass and sat on it as she rubbed. And the higher Ann massaged on Jen's back, the closer she leaned in towards Jen's body.

Then Ann stopped and asked a question. Jen hesitated and Ann leaned in and kissed a spot on Jen's back. Ann sat back up and resumed, but more slowly and sensuously. Every so often, she dipped down and kissed Jen's back. Jen lifted her hair off her neck and flung it to the side, and then Ann began kissing her way up Jen's back to her neck and then back down. The kisses landed lower and lower until Ann was kissing Jen's ass through her panties.

It was my first tree boner. Squirrels get them all the fucking time.

Jen rolled over on her back and Ann continued kissing. She started on Jen's navel, maneuvered across her tummy and up her breasts to the nipples. Ann remained there, licking and sucking.

I couldn't tell Jen's reaction at first, but when Ann sat up, Jen pulled her back and rolled onto her side.

My view was of Jen's face and the back of Ann's head. I saw Jen pulling it to her breast, like a mother nursing a child. Then I lost sight of Ann's hands. Oh, shit.

She was pulling off Jen's panties. Once down at her ankles, Jen slipped them off one foot and kicked them away. Ann was doing something to Jen down below, and I had a pretty good idea about it. Her eyes closed, Jen's mouth hung open, and I saw her chest rise and fall. I knew that look. I'd seen it before; Jen was lost in sex.

Ann flipped Jen over onto her back and got between Jen's legs, sucking on Jen's huge tits. Then, she began kissing again, kissing down her tummy and lower. I saw Jen's knees come up, and Ann's head disappeared between them.

I took one of my hands off the limb to adjust the uncomfortable fucking baseball bat in my pants. One of my knees slipped.

I clutched at my branch and got hold just as the rest of me slipped off. My grip—thank fuck—was good.

I hung there off that branch and looked down. Fucking A. I'm hanging from a tree in my own backyard with a big ol' boner sticking out. I hoped to hell the neighbors weren't watching. But, it was my first hanging-from-a-tree boner. Possums get them all the fucking time.

I clambered back up to my perch in time to see Jen throw the crook of her elbow across her mouth and begin bawling into it. Shit, Jen! Even outside, I could faintly hear her.

When Jen quieted down, I saw Ann come up. She slipped off her own panties, took Jen's hand, and brought it to her.

Jen appeared to be—as always after she comes—just a shambles. I could see Ann guiding Jen's hand, but I had to assume where. This lasted for some few minutes: Ann apparently pleasuring herself with Jen's hand. Then I got a surprise.

Jen sat up. My Jen, the come-and-collapse queen, got up. She must be holding out on me! She got up and pushed Ann toward the headboard. Ann scooted back. Jen slid between her legs and kissed Ann on the lips.

I checked my hold on the tree.

It was a passionate kiss, full of lips and tongues, and when they broke apart, Ann guided Jen's head to her nipples. Jen sucked and kissed them.

Now! Right now! My heart pounded, and I maneuvered myself back to the trunk and started my climb down. I knew what I could be missing, but maybe, I thought, I wouldn't miss it all.

On the ground, I raced back to my car, started it and drove over to our street. I shut off the lights before hitting the driveway, turned off the engine and rolled to my garage door.

I needed to do this as silently as possible.

I stepped out of my car, leaving the door open, and pulled open the garage door—that was why I unlatched it earlier. My garage opener is noisy as hell. Now, I could open it manually and silently.

I couldn't stop thinking about what I was missing up there, and it was difficult to master this sense of urgency so that I could be quiet.

Then I hustled back to my car, put it in neutral, and pushed it into the garage. I gently closed my car door and the garage door, making sure to relatch the automatic opener, and then came into the house like a ninja.

I heard her: Ann's panting whimpers from upstairs. I crept towards them. When I reached the open door of our bedroom, I saw something I would've thought impossible not a month earlier: Jen on her knees in our bed, with her ass in the air and Ann's pussy in her face.

I hadn't planned any entrance; I didn't really believe this would happen.

Part of me wanted to walk in, naked, right then and there. Another part of me thought I ought to let Jen finish. I compromised. I got half naked and let Jen finish, watching from about the same spot Ann had watched me fuck Jen a week or so previously.

Jen's lips covered Ann's clit, but I could see rapid movement of Jen's tongue outlined on her cheeks. Ann, pinned up against the headboard, held Jen's head with both hands.

I opened my jeans and let the baseball bat free; I grabbed it and tugged it slowly, listening to Ann. Fuck, it was sexy watching and hearing her come. Fuck, it was amazing to watch my wife eat pussy.

When Ann settled down, I put myself away. I took a deep breath and felt my heart pound in my chest. Don't fuck this up.

And then, I walked in.

Jen saw me first. She froze. "I...I thought you were staying at Mike's."

I unbuckled my belt. "I wanted to come back to you."

"I didn't hear you come in."

I pulled down everything, and my cock sprang free. "That's okay; I heard you."

"I...Ann and I...," but she couldn't finish. She looked at Ann, and Ann was staring at my rigid cock.

"Jen, it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

She stared at me, alternating between my face and my dick.

I was smiling. "Can I come to bed, too?"

She looked back at Ann, who shrugged and smiled.

"Yeah," Jen finally said.

I walked over. "Lay down, Jen." I spread her legs. "Can Ann join us?" I asked.

She nodded.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and stroked it with my tongue. Ann knelt down and licked Jen's nipples. Pulling away from her momentarily, I put a finger in Jen's cunt, and it emerged, glistening. I flicked my tongue on her clit and began rubbing my wet finger around her asshole. Looking up, I saw Ann sucking hard on Jen's tit, pulling the nipple up and away from her chest, and then letting go. The breast flopped back and Ann started again.

Without applying any pressure, I put the tip of my finger right up against Jen's asshole. It rested there a moment while I licked up and down Jen's pussy. Then, Jen pushed down on the finger, and half of it disappeared into her ass. She grunted in pain and ecstasy.

I spread Jen's legs further apart with my free hand and waved Ann over. She let her hand slide across my cock as she came up beside me. Ann saw my finger in Jen's asshole and gaped at it. Then, she drug her tongue over Jen's pussy, and I did, and we kissed. Tilting her head down, Jen watched as Ann licked, then I licked and kissed Ann. We did it again, and Jen loved it, her mouth falling open.

I slowly pulled my finger out of Jen's ass. Ann sucked on it, and then began licking Jen's asshole. I went back to Jen's clit and slid two fingers into her pussy. Before long, Jen began whispering, "I need cock."

Ann and I looked at each other for a beat, and then I got up on my knees between Jen's legs. Grabbing my cock, Ann tugged it and drug it back and forth between Jen's asshole and pussy a few times. Then she stopped me in from of Jen's cunt, and I pushed in. Jen groaned. Her pussy had never been more wet and ready, and I pounded her.

Ann crawled behind Jen's head, turned her spectacular ass at me, and then arched her back, lowering her pussy over Jen's face. Ann looked back at me with those bright, sexy eyes, and I saw her face assume a look of exquisite pleasure when Jen's tongue pushed into her. We continued in this way to the end.

I was surprised when Ann came first, grinding her ass on Jen's face. My view of this was amazing, but I had to close my eyes: I needed to hold out for Jen. I fucked her slowly, gliding in to the hilt and back to the head.

Once I had control of myself again, I began jackhammering that pussy. Jen raced into orgasm, faster than I'd ever seen her. When she grabbed a pillow and pulled it to her face, I knew I'd made it.

Then, a rare event, for me, occurred: I lost the feeling.

My cock went into some kind of fuck forever mode where I can't come, but I stayed hard as hell. I fucked Jen through her orgasm and beyond, but I couldn't find that feeling again. Frustrated, I pulled out and my dick snapped up.

Jen curled on her side. I flopped down on my back next to her, and Ann slid over beside me. I pulled the sheets over the three of us. They dozed off, and I laid there with a big-ass, useless boner.

* **

It was still there when sun came up, but someone's lips were wrapped around it. I pushed down the sheets. It was Ann. She was curled up in a ball, her knees up to her chin and her arms wrapped around them, sucking my cock. Shit, it felt so good.

I turned a little and Jen was sound asleep, our backs pressed together. Not sure what to do, I debated my options. I didn't know how Jen would feel about this. If she woke up and saw, maybe she'd be pissed that it wasn't with her permission.

I shook Jen. She turned and groaned, "What?"

When I didn't say anything, she turned back. Ann stayed busy.

I shook Jen again. She sat up, "What?" Then, she saw. "Oh, my gosh. My slut little sister is sucking your cock."

Ann coughed into my dick and pulled away laughing.

Jen laughed, too. "No, don't stop, Ann. Suck it. I want to see." Jen rested her chin on my hip and watched her. Ann took me back in.

I was glad I woke Jen, whoever she was now. Make no mistake: this was a new Jen. A finger in her ass? "I need cock"? A three-way with her husband and sister?

Ann stroked my shaft with her lips, and Jen whispered, "Do you like that cock, Ann?"

My cock throbbed. Ann said, "Mm-hmm" into it.

"Do you want his fucking cum?" Jen asked.

My cock lurched. Ann nodded and my cock followed her head up and down.

"I want to see it all over your face, Ann."

I hit the breaking point. Ann said, "Mmm."

I grunted and my whole body flexed. I gasped, "It's now." Ann's hand clasped me and her lips pulled off. She pumped her fist, and I started shooting. Ann pulled and rotated my cock around her face, aiming it all over. I hit her nose, her cheek, her chin, her lips, and the hairline on her forehead. The rest oozed out onto the sheets between us.

Jen watched the whole thing on her knees. She whispered, "Holy shit," and I rolled over on my back, watching Ann and panting.

Ann wiped a glom of come off her nose with two fingers and then sucked them. She looked at Jen and asked, "Happy?"

Jen smiled and crawled over me. She kissed Ann, and then licked my cum from Ann's cheek. They kissed again. Using her own fingers, Jen wiped more from Ann's forehead and fed it to Ann.

I sighed, satisfied.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 09

Wife's sister unleashes on husband.

The words Ann used were "I want your cock all day long."

Jen left for a conference earlier in the morning--the second and last of her two continuing education seminars. Ann had 24 hours with me.

She told me that she was going to call in sick—yep, she wanted my cock all day long. So, I didn't really think too hard about going into my shop.

Since that incredible first night with both of the sisters, the three of us had been together a couple more times. This day, though, was our first without Jen. And we had her consent. The only restriction: no fucking.

Jen knew that Ann and I were going to fuck around, and she was okay with it, as long as we didn't fuck. Yeah, right? My Jen? This was my new world. I kinda liked it. But, I don't think Jen knew what Ann had in mind. If she had, I think she might never have approved.

***

Ann came into the bedroom mid-morning in her usual tank top and sexy panties, smiling and looking spectacular. She had the blue vibrator in her hand. She sat down at the foot of the bed and asked, "How many times is the most you've cum in one day?"

No "hey," no wave.

"With a girl," she added. "I don't care about jerk off marathons."

"Maybe four." It was actually more like three, thanks to Jen's post-orgasm comas. Ann was fucking hot, though, and it's in the handbook to exaggerate in that scenario.

"Then five, it is. You are going to cum five times today."

I watched her body as she walked to the foot of the bed. She yanked the sheets down. Then, she crawled up to me and pulled my shorts off my legs. I was utterly naked on a practically naked bed. "You're already starting to get hard. Stop."

"Ann, what the fuck? I can't help it. You're...Ann?"

She had run out of the room. "We have to start from scratch," she called out.

When she got back, she had a handful of ice and a towel. She put the towel underneath my ass and the ice on my dick and balls. "Hold it there," she ordered.

"Fuck!"

She turned on the television and sat down on the floor. I was very confused, and my dick was freezing.

A minute or so later, she stood up and looked. I pulled my hands away. My package was three frightened rodents, a mama and her two babies all bunched up and tiny. "Put the ice in the towel." I did. "Wipe it dry." I did. "Give me the towel." I did. She chucked it aside.

She spread my legs, climbed in between them, and laid on her tummy with her head propped up on her elbows. "Now, then, starting from scratch. Don't touch it, okay?"

I nodded.

"I'll start sucking it when it gets totally hard."

And then, she just started watching my dick. After ten or so seconds, she glanced at me and those eyes! Fuck, they were sexy. My cock moved, and she grinned and scooched closer. She put her forearms flat on my thighs, crossing her arms, and rested her chin on her hands. She kept watching, and I kept growing.

It flopped to the side and she whispered to it, "Come on. Hurry, please. I need to suck on you." It started pointing back at me. Ann made a move to reach for it, but stopped herself. "No, that would be cheating," she said.

She laid her head sideways on her hands and watched my dick. And then she whispered to my dick again. "Grow big for me. I have to suck on you soon." My cock kept filling and began rising up off my belly.

She was like a kid watching a fish in an aquarium. I was nearly fully hard, and my point of view was amazing, too: my cock rising up in front of Ann's eyes.

"Please keep growing for me. I can't suck on you until you're all done," she told it. My cock lurched—an almost involuntary contraction—and rose higher, harder. I was ready. She got up on her hands and knees, looking my cock up and down. She spoke to it again. "You're so close, baby. So, close. But I need you to be as hard as you can."

Ann looked at me, smiled, and said, "I think I'll help him." She looked down at my cock and moved closer to it. Her lips were right at the tip and she whispered, "I want you to see something."

She slid off the bed, reached down, and came up with the vibrator. She crawled back between my legs, put the base of the vibrator on my thigh, and then stretched her lips over the top. She watched my dick while she bobbed up and down on its length, giving little pants and moans of pleasure. My cock lurched again, and Ann came up off the vibrator and smiled. She tossed it back on the floor, leaned over and kissed my cock on the shaft, whispering, "Thank you, baby."

Ann looked up at me and said, "Don't touch and maybe I'll take off my panties for you later." She swung her leg over me and got into a sixty-nine position, her legs up tight against my sides, her panty covered ass a few inches from my face, her chest and tummy flat against mine, her arms under my legs and her hands wrapped around, gripping my thighs. Then, I felt it.

I sucked in a sharp breath. It was an attacking first move she made, and half of my cock was suddenly wet and warm. She drew back up the length slowly, but she plunged down it like a snake strike. She was almost violent taking it in, but so luxurious letting it out. The way her lips seized and gripped around the shaft when she went down stunned me, but the way her lips dragged lazily up the length of it? Fuck. The tip of my cock hit her throat when she struck, and her tongue caressed and drenched the shaft in wetness as she drew back. She found her rhythm and held to it, and all this I felt, but could not see.

What I could see was the tight blue panties covering her small, but so perfectly round ass and the flat plain of her crotch. I strained to see something more—the outline of her slit, some hint of skin underneath. Nothing. I looked down those shapely, tanned thighs, and back up them to where the panties covered two hilltop ass cheeks with a valley between. It was a stunning sight. I wanted that ass so badly, but I couldn't have it.

She may have sensed my frustration because a moment later, she began grinding her ass in circles just inches from my face. When she reached the top, the view of that ass was perfection, and I had a vision of taking her from behind. When she reached the bottom, she pushed the top of her mound into my chest, and I could feel her angling at getting friction on her clit. Seeing that pussy and ass swivel in front of me made we want to thrust in her mouth, but I held back.

I listened to the sound of Ann's breathing through her nose as her lips rolled up my cock. I heard Ann's throat clench and swallow when she stuck down. And when her lips latched around, I heard wet skin smack, and I heard her sloshing tongue push against my cock and move saliva all around it.

I didn't last long.

The moment she felt it, she clutched my cock with her lips and let the semen fill her mouth more and more. I felt the cum pooling around my dick in there. The head and half the shaft must have been totally coated in semen. Ann never let go.

I felt massive suction as her tongue drew up. Then her throat tightened, and I heard her swallow.

Her ass popped up in front of me and she spun around--her lips still clamped around the shaft—so that she was between my legs, again, facing me.

The head of my cock was getting hypersensitive. She sucked and swallowed again, and it sent a shock wave from the tip. I gasped and I sprang up on my hands.

"Ann, stop a second."

With a smile in her eyes, she shook her head, those silky wet lips still fixed around my dick. Then, she did it again and I grunted.

"Shit! Ann, it's super sensitive right now."

She looked at me, and her eyebrows crinkled up—one of those "my poor baby" looks. My cock started to soften and gain some freedom of movement, so Ann, without releasing it from the warmth of her mouth, repositioned herself.

She laid on her right side with her head using my thighs as a pillow, and my shaft pointing across into her mouth.

As I continued to soften, the period of sensitivity passed, and Ann took more into her mouth. Soon, her lips encompassed the stem, and her cheek rested on my balls.

Her bright and expressive brown eyes watched me, like my face was a movie she loved. I watched her, smiling at the reality of this in-fucking-sane blowjob. Every so often, she used her tongue to squash my limp dick in her mouth, and when she swallowed, the shaft stretched back into her throat.

We rested like that. Our breathing returned to normal. I closed my eyes and just relaxed completely.

I may have even dozed off just a little, and when I opened my eyes, there she was, watching me with those smiling eyes, my limp cock in her mouth.

She spun her body back around to face me, but this time, she straddled my legs and squeezed them together with her own. She curled her fingers under my sack, lifted it, and set it back down so that my balls sat up on my thighs. She was up to something.

Her lips held my cock pointed down toward my toes, and she glanced at me. I'm going to try something, those eyes told me. She opened her mouth, and my cock felt air for the first time in maybe an hour, but she didn't let it go. She pressed her open mouth against my whole package, tongue extended, fingers under my scrotum.

My cock disappeared first. Then, her fingers lifted and I felt one of my balls slide up to her lips, and with it, more and more of my sack. She worked her lips and her tongue, gathering me up into her mouth, but she couldn't quite get my balls in. Tiny girl, big fucking mouth, I thought.

She breathed hard, and gave little, soft groans. But, she wouldn't give up. Her tongue slipped out and pressed against my balls, and she gently pushed one up with her fingers. Her lips squirmed and contracted and reached and wriggled to get it. Her face reddened and a thin vein appeared on her forehead. She choked and coughed, but she didn't let go.

My body reacted to her effort. She stared at me wide-eyed: my cock was growing in her mouth. Ann looked down and watched my scrotum slip out from her lips, and then she looked back up at me and hummed, "Mm-hmm" into my swelling dick. I smiled. She really was one of the hottest women I'd ever seen. Her head started moving up and down the stiffening shaft.

I needed to move. I'd been laying in that bed for too long, so I sat up. "Ann, I've got to stand up."

Feeling her hair and head on my stomach, I nudged her off the bed. She backed up, and I scooted forward.

She slid down to the floor on her knees, and I stood. But Ann was so small—under five feet—that staying on my cock was a challenge from her knees. She pivoted me around and then climbed back up on the bed. I stood, my body at the foot of the bed and facing it; Ann was on the bed, low on her hands and knees. Her mouth never lost its grip on my dick.

It felt fucking great to be standing. I stretched my arms, and looked down, seeing that lush blonde hair of Ann's head level with my dick. I was fully rigid again. She looked up and hummed a little squeak, and we had eye contact.

Having my attention, Ann shifted her body just slightly, changing the angle connecting her mouth and my dick. Then, she slowly pulled back, her lips taut over the shaft. She stopped just at the tip, and then she opened her mouth wide enough for me to see her teeth.

I felt air on my cock again just before Ann sank back down its length. About halfway down, she stopped, as before. I tipped my head back and just basked in the sensation.

Then, Ann began taking more in.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned.

Her lips inched down, took a little more and took a little more. I saw the strain on her face, and she nearly took it all in, but she slid back up, breathing strenuously through her nose. Her lips remained locked on the head as she recovered from the effort.

I was stunned. Ann could deep throat. This was a first for me.

The feeling of having so much of my cock surrounded by that wet warmth was unbelievable; it was like a power surge. I had thought I was fully hard. Fuck that. I was limp compared to the concrete post that jutted out from my body now. And if Ann wanted to take the whole thing, her work just got harder. I had never felt bigger.

She began a slow push down the length, using her lips to gather more and more of me in. The head of my cock crossed some threshold of softness in the back of her throat, and I felt that thrill of power again course through me. Her progress down stopped, and she hovered there, the width of maybe two fingers separating her lips from the root. Ann bobbed lightly back and forth. Feeling the tension of Ann's lips so far down on my cock, I couldn't help myself, I moaned. I would not be lasting much longer.

She drew back to the tip and, again, recuperated from the effort in bursts of air. Strange, probably, to think this way, but one of the sexiest aspects of this was just being on the receiving end of all this hard work. Ann, if nothing, was determined.

She began pistoning up and down the shaft more rapidly, getting close to her max depth, pulling up to the tip, and then back down again. I buried my fingers in her silky hair and guided her head back and forth—letting her control, but feeling her control it.

I looked over her body back to her ass, which was popped up and moving in rhythm to the blowjob. I imagined myself behind her, with that incredibly sexy, compact ass in my hands and my cock poised, lined up on her pussy like an attack jet on the launch pad of an aircraft carrier.

Then, I felt it come. "Oh, Shit. Oh, Fuck. Ann."

Ann's head reeled back and plunged one last time. I felt her lips cinch at her deepest point, as before, maybe an inch and a half from the base of my cock. I felt her tongue slither along the underside. I knew the head of my cock was somewhere deep. That's where I started injecting cum into her. Gripping her head, I injected it down her throat, and I injected it while I felt her swallow it. And she swallowed even after I had finished injecting, when my cock was convulsing and nothing more was coming out. I held her head there and grunted, "Fuck, Ann!"

And then my knees started giving out. I let go of her.

Ann released my cock and arose from it with a huge gasp, as if she'd been holding her breath for two minutes. She panted, "I couldn't get it. I couldn't the whole thing."

I fell on the bed next to her, breathless. She collapsed backwards, gazing at the ceiling and recovering. "That's two," she said, grinning.

***

In the time between Ann's last two utterances: "Thank you, baby" and "That's two," her mouth had never left my dick, and I had fed her two loads of cum. It was still morning, and Ann was determined to get three more out of me.

I felt that was pretty impossible when she first said it. The way I felt now, just having unloaded, I knew it was fucking impossible.

We lounged on the bed for some time. Ann said some nice things to me. We guys like to think our dicks, balls, and cum are all okay. Even if a dude knows they're fine, there will always be some little doubt. It's like flying in a plane. It probably won't crash, but it fucking could. So, a little compliment goes a long way. It's like the pilot coming on and telling you, "Clear skies all the way, folks."

I told her how beautiful and sexy she was, and how lucky I felt to be with her. And I told her how totally wiped out I was and that there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to cum three more times, much less once more.

She turned to me with an expression more serious than playful, and said, "I'm going to get five."

Some energy back, I got up and we went downstairs to eat. I was starving.

When we finished, she insisted we go back upstairs. I told her I was going to go piss. She followed me in. When I stopped in front of the toilet, she said, "Let me."

She pulled down my shorts, and then she peered around my body under my arm. Her other arm wrapped across my back, around my waist, and took my limp cock.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

She nodded. "I told you I wanted your cock all day long." She aimed it. "How am I?" she asked.

"Up and left."

She adjusted. "Okay, I said." She held it there and I pissed. She watched it come out, and when she got used to it, even fucked around, making little circles in the bowl.

I laughed, saying, "You're different, Ann."

She argued, "It's fun!"

When I finished, I told her to shake off the last drop. But, she shook a little too hard and it hit my leg. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry."

Ann took a bit of paper and wiped my leg. She tossed it in the bowl, and I reached over and flushed it. She said, "I think we need to take a shower and clean up my baby."

Naked with Ann. I was about to see that body naked again, and I wished I hadn't already cum twice, because even though my brain told me this was going to be pretty awesome, my cock didn't give a fuck, just hung there, dazed.

I rebuilt our bathroom a few years ago, turning a single stall shower into a fucking human car wash. It had his and hers rainheads, four body sprays, and a hand-held wand. I turned on the two main heads while Ann pissed.

We stripped and got in. That ass? Perfection. My cock? Nothing.

She insisted on washing me herself. She was thorough: my hair, my chest, arms, and legs. Feet, even. She saved my package for last, and she was particularly exacting there. At one point I looked down and saw so much white foam around my junk, I said, "Looks like fucking Santa Claus," and she lost it.

Still, though, nothing was moving down there.

I turned to wash her and she said, "No. You relax."

I nodded, stepped back under the water and watched.

I actually liked her little tits. They were there; it wasn't like there was nothing at all, and they suited her. I had a fleeting image of Ann's body with a tit job, and for whatever reason, I didn't like it as much. I had no idea whether or not she wanted one, but I wouldn't have wanted her to change a thing.

She was compact and tiny, but firm, tanned, and feminine. Years ago she had complained to Jen that she didn't have a woman's body, but she did. Seeing sheets of water slide down over her curves was spectacular. She glanced at me with those bright brown eyes, her hair totally wet and shiny and clinging to her back, and I thought about how amazing it would be to actually be her man—and not for just one day, albeit a pretty fucking cool one.

She began working on her legs, covering them with suds. In the course of this, her ass—that fucking incredible, tight, tanned ass—jutted out. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I wanted to be her hands, and after I covered those shapely thighs with slick soap suds, I would grab that ass and never let go.

She rinsed and started on her calves and feet and oh, fuck.

She bent herself in half, and her ass just sprang out perfectly. I gazed at it, beads of water dripping off of each round cheek. I could see her tiny pussy tucked away at the bottom of the long dark crease. It was the kind of sight that, for a guy, makes you pissed off horny. Savage horny. Rampage horny.

Upside down working on her feet, she looked back at me and saw that my dick had shown a sign of life. She began to rise up, but I was already behind her, my junk up against her ass. I grabbed her hips and I semi-hard humped her from behind, feeling the firmness of her ass on my cock and balls as they drug up along her ass crack.

Faster than I could have believed, my cock had hardened underneath her, and I was, in that state, completely prepared to ignore Jen's order to not fuck her sister. I was ready to fuck that tight pussy, and I would do it in front of Jen if I had to. I pulled back and grabbed my cock.

And Ann grabbed my leg. "No. Don't."

I reached under her and spread her pussy with my other hand.

Ann stood up and turned around. "We can't fuck. I promised Jen. You did, too."

I gave up, dropped my cock and leaned back.
Ann smiled. She reached over and started rubbing my dick. "I think he likes my little butt, though, doesn't he?"

I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her ass--shit, I didn't know what the hell she meant. She smiled, "No, that would still be fucking."

Ann let go of my dick and said, "Here, I'm sure you'll think of something." She turned around, arched her back, and pointed her ass at me.

I did my best to manage the savage lust boiling up inside me and I walked up to her. I lifted my cock and let it rest on her ass, and I just looked at it there. I thought about how deep it would go into her pussy. Then, I grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks, and pushed my cock in between.

"Don't cum until I tell you," she ordered.

So, I started tit fucking with Ann's ass cheeks. This was something I had done before with Jen, but only sort of halfway and as a very brief prelude to actual fucking. Now, I was doing it for real, and it seemed strange.

With us both standing in the shower, the angle was tricky. I really had to bend my knees, and to get the most friction, I had to fuck practically straight up and down. Even so, her tight ass cheeks gripped my cock, and the running water helped me slide through. I loved seeing my cock and that ass together.

Ann had run a hand down to her pussy and she started working herself. I would have reached around to do it myself, but the angle was all wrong and I could barely reach her. So, I humped her ass, and weird as it probably would have looked to someone watching, it felt great.

I had a tiger's grip on those ass cheeks, and they were everything a man wants a woman's ass to be: soft and firm, smooth, flowing naturally out from her lower back, but jutting out a little unnaturally, and curving back in to mount on those shapely thighs. I thrust my cock up there.

Ann had begun to moan and my legs were killing me from the angle. I straightened up a little and she got on her tippy toes. I pushed my cock between her thighs, just under her pussy. She tightened her legs together, and she used her hand to rub the bottom of my cock after it passed through. She pushed it up against her clit as it glided by.

I felt the head of my cock split her lips and rub her clit. Her pussy lubricated my cock, and I could feel the difference between the shower water and her juices. Her curvy upper thighs became slick, and my cock glided through the tight gap.

Ann's moans got louder, and I felt her push my cock harder up against her clit until, once, the head of my cock slipped up into her pussy. She gasped and I froze, stunned by the sensation. It was a hot, soft vice grip on the tip of my cock.

She leapt off me, panting. "We can't do that anymore."

I nodded.

"It's too good," she breathed.

The feel of that pussy on my dick, it fucking changed me. I'd never felt anything so tight. I looked down at my cock, and I could see my heart's pulse beating on it. The head was involuntarily contracting. I remembered how taut Ann's pussy had been when I fingered her; it was a one, maybe two finger pussy. But, I didn't really understand how tight until that moment when I slid up into her. That pussy was a fucking cock milker. If I had slipped all the way in, I wouldn't have lasted more than three-four strokes.

She made a move to resume our old position--ass out--but I stopped her. "I can't do that angle anymore," I said, breathing hard.

"Turn off the shower," she ordered.

She grabbed me by the cock and pulled me out of the shower. Dripping wet, we walked over to the bed and she flopped down on it, prone with her ass up—another unbelievable view of that booty. Without hesitating, I climbed on top of her and sat down on her thighs. I put my cock back between those ass cheeks and humped.

She started fingering herself again underneath. "Tell me when you're going to cum." At this new angle, I was way more comfortable, and Ann's ass gripped my cock for a longer thrust. I rutted away, feeling the energy begin to build up in my nuts.

It was Ann's moans that pushed me to the end. Watching my dick slide through the crevice of her ass helped, too.

I put my hands on the bed and lifted my body, push-up style. "Ann, it's coming."

She flipped over and slid down under my dick. She grabbed it and jerked me quickly. Her lips clasped around the head, and I grunted and shot. I don't know what—if anything—came out, but I grunted and shot and grunted and shot. My ass cheeks clenched in the air and Ann's hand milked me. Her fist squeezed and her fingers rolled, drawing cum up the shaft, and spilling it out of the tip and into her mouth.

She let go, and I sat up on my knees, my glistening dick hovering above her face. Her mouth was open, and I saw my cum in there. She swallowed it down and smacked her lips. Her hand came up from underneath me, and I saw three fingers.

"That's three," she said.

I collapsed onto the bed and my balls hurt. It was like they needed to shrink, but couldn't. My balls wanted to implode.

Yeah, no shit, it didn't feel good. Fuck. I had a beautiful naked girl next to me, and the thought of doing anything sex-related sounded like torture.

I was going to have to put a stop to this.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 10

Wife's sister wants her five - three down, two to go.

First, I needed to sleep.

When I woke up, Ann was curled up beside me with one of her little hands on my chest. I woke her up. "Let's eat," she muttered.

We threw back on our clothes and went downstairs; she prepared the food. Made me eat a banana and an orange. Made me drink a bunch of water. Then, I actually got to eat real food—a big old turkey sandwich with chips.

She ate, too, and I asked her a nagging question.

"Ann, you know that morning-the morning after Kenny came over, when we...?"

She nodded.

"When I came up to your room, you were...things in your room were...situated in a way that reminded me of the night you passed out. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"I think so, yeah," she said, smiling.

"So, you weren't passed out? You were really awake when I came in that night? The one after you saw me naked?"

"No, I was out."

"But, then, how did you know to arrange things like you did the second time?"

"I kind of knew how the room had been that night-the night I came home tipsy. And, I had hope. You smiled at me when you were shaving naked, remember?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what the fuck else to do. I was buck ass naked, and you looked great coming out of the shower."

"Your smile kind of gave me hope. I thought if I left the door open, then you might come take a look. But, I was passed out until you and Jen woke me." I nodded, and she continued, "And I knew you had probably taken a look after we spoke the next morning, when we talked about Jen and I."

I smiled, "That was pretty fucking cool, Ann. I about freaked."

She laughed.

Then, I asked her about cum.

"I don't know about other girls, but to me, it doesn't taste good because it tastes good; it tasted good because it's...it's pure sex—male sex. I like it because it's what you give—I don't know if that makes any sense."

I told her it did. And then I told her I just didn't see how I was going to cum again for a week, much less two more times that day.

She smiled. "That's my problem."

I told her about my nuts hurting after the last one.

"Do they still hurt?"

"Not as much, but a little."

"Poor baby. I'll think of a way to take care of you." We went back upstairs, and I felt a little bit like a prisoner entering a torture chamber. I hoped like hell she wasn't about to start sucking my dick.

Did I just fucking write that?

She surprised me; we watched a movie.

She kept making me drink water. I had to piss once during the movie and once after it was over, and Ann came with me both times and "helped." I suppose she was getting pretty good at aiming.

"Has Jen ever done this?" she asked.

"Fuck, no."

"What would she say if you asked her to?"

"She'd stare at me like I was a two-headed goat and say, 'Why in the hell would I want to hold your cock while you piss?'"

Ann burst out laughing and said, "That's Jen." She made sure I was clean, and then she took me back to bed and laid me flat with a pillow under my head.

"How are your balls?"

I gave her the so-so gesture with my hand. She nodded and then she turned off the tv. And then she pulled off her panties, and I thought, There's just no fucking way.

She grabbed her vibrator and tossed it on the bed near me, and then she stepped up on the bed and walked across. She kneeled beside me and said, "I need your face." Then, she puffed up the pillows under my head.

She stood up, turned around, and got on her knees with her ass to my face. She tucked her calves under my arms. She turned and looked back at me.

"Stick that tongue out." She bent over and my view changed from ass to asshole and pussy. She eased down on my face, and dragged her pussy lightly across my tongue. She pivoted her hips and pulled it back, my tongue just passing through her lips. Then, she did it again and stopped where my tongue nudged her clit. She swiveled over it and I heard a tiny moan.

I ran my hands on the smooth skin of her chest, and began massaging those small tits that were so perfect for her body. She rolled her hips and hauled her pussy across my nose, and then she pushed against it while twisting slightly up. The result was my nose sinking up her cunt, and then the tip being drawn across her clit. She found her spot and went to work there. I couldn't help it; I was smiling. This woman was resourceful. A nose fucking?

I got my tongue involved, pushing it up towards my nose so that when she sank her pussy down, my tongue flicked against her clit. Ann fucking loved this; she was rapidly building up to something. With every breath, she groaned loudly.

She leaned away from me, panting, "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck." After faking a few breaths, she pushed back against my face. This time, however, it was a little different.

"Naughty boy," she scolded, "putting your tongue on my little asshole." And she slid her pussy down across my tongue and until the next opening rested upon the tip. She rotated in place and bathed her little hole with my tongue.

She worked back toward her clit, and then ground her ass against my face, bringing herself back to the brink. My tongue was squashed inside her pussy and my nose smashed up against her asshole while she gyrated, just pulverized her pussy with my face.

Standing up suddenly, she bent over and picked up the vibrator. She pivoted around and handed it to me. She put both of my hands on the base of it and guided me down to below my belly button. I held it there like a replacement part; my shit was still dead.

It was a fairly small device, about five inches long or so, and an inch and a half thick, maybe. She didn't turn it on; she just straddled me and squatted down, her feet near my armpits, her hands back by my knees. She stopped her descent, the blue plastic just a tongue's length from her pussy.

Ann looked at me and said, "Watch my pussy." Then, she lowered herself on to it and let out a supremely sexy gasp. Her pussy took it in dry and let it out wet.

Then she fucked it. It started out gently, like small waves on a lake. As her orgasm continued to rise, she drove her cunt up and down it more like a piston, with wild speed. As much as I loved seeing her pussy fuck that dildo, it wasn't better than the expression on Ann's face. It was pain and pleasure combined; it was aching, but driven. She looked as if it were so fucking good that it was killing her.

Then she came hard. Not as loud as Jen. No way. But, just as sexy as Jen. Maybe more. Ann's cries had more breath in them than noise, more of a coo than a bawl.

And Ann didn't collapse into heap of flesh when she finished like Jen did. She lifted herself up, crawled over beside me, and curled up against my chest. She may have been resting, but I could sense there was still vigor in her. I began to set the vibrator down, but Ann stopped me, pulled it to her mouth, and sucked on it while she rested there.

Suddenly, she hesitated.

She turned to me and smiled, and then we both looked down at my dick. It swelled.

Ann jumped up and crawled over to it.

I told her to go easy. My nuts and all.

"I'll be gentle," she whispered. She crawled between my legs. With her soft hands, she lifted my scrotum and balls. I took in a breath.

She opened her mouth wide and enveloped my entire nutsack with her mouth. Her nose pressed up against my cock and she said "mmm" into my scrotum. Her tongue began to gently massage my balls. Though I was compressed tightly in her mouth, she was delicate.

My cock rose up to and above her eye level, and Ann slowly and tenderly sucked my balls. She took hold of the shaft and soothingly squeezed it; with her other hand she grabbed the vibrator and brought to down towards her.

"Uh, what..." I started.

She let my balls slip out of her mouth and said, "Silly boy. Don't you trust me yet?"

I shrugged.

She took my balls back into her mouth and the she turned on the vibrator. She pushed my cock back down on my belly and placed the tip of the vibrator on the underside of my dick, and then she slowly ran it up and down the length, from the base to the tip.

"Oh, my fuck," I groaned.

The vibrations sent warmth coursing through my entire body. Why don't I have one of those fucking things? I wondered. Holy shit.

The stiffness of my cock pushed against the vibrator and the rapid pulses ran deeply up and down the shaft. Meanwhile, Ann's tongue slipped around my balls and between them, and I felt the wetness. She began occasionally swallowing, and the tug of her throat at these moments was an aching pleasure.

She shifted the vibrator around to the front of my cock and buried the tip deeply into the point where my cock and my tummy joined. I grunted at this new sensation, and my cock lurched up, the head throbbing.

Back at my scrotum, Ann let my balls free. Then, she licked her lips and engulfed them in one movement. She drew them back toward her, sucking them away from my body, and then released them. I cursed with satisfaction as they recoiled back to me. She continued sucking my balls as she repositioned the vibrator again.

She placed the device just under the tip, and then she pushed my cock against my stomach with it. My stomach muscles instantly tensed up and my head rose up from the bed. I roared, "Fuck!"

Ann began to just swallow away at my balls and the head of my cock was caught in a blitz of trembling.

I looked at the head of my dick and saw the first bead of cum emerge, it was pushed out onto my tummy by the wave behind it, and a third and fourth pushed still more out, and then my cock throbbed and throbbed, but nothing more was left.

Ann shut off the vibrator, let my balls slide out from her lips, and sat up. She looked down at the puddle of cum on my belly, smiling. Then, she leaned toward it and licked it. She rose up with her tongue dangling and looked into my eyes. Her tongue was slathered in semen. She drew it into her mouth and slugged it down with a smile.

When she finished licking me clean, she put up her hand and showed me four fingers. I shook my head in wonder. I turned her around so that I could see her pussy, and I stuck my finger in there, just to feel it. She slowly rocked against it.

This didn't last long. When the pleasure of the moment abated, I was hollow. I felt like there was a hole under my stomach and that all of my internal organs were sinking into it. My entire crotch felt like some great raisin, chapped and lifeless.

Ann got up and took me back into the shower. She took care of me and washed me, and then she washed herself.

When we got out, she found some lotion Jen had and rubbed it all over me. I did the same for her. Evening was approaching.

She brought me water and we talked. "What's one of the things that Jen does now that she didn't do before?" she asked.

"Tit fucking," I said. Ann looked down at herself and shook her head.

I quickly let her know that her ass, from my experience running my cock between her cheeks earlier, was as good or better than Jen's breasts. She appreciated it, but I don't think it gave her any satisfaction.

"Will she swallow your cum?"

"No."

She thought about this for a minute, before asking, "Do you fuck Jen in the ass?"

I laughed. "No."

"Because of her or because of you?"

"Her. I'd do it, I guess. You?"

"Yeah, I'd try it," she said, and then she smiled at me sadly and said, "but we can't."

I shrugged.

We ordered a pizza and ate it with gusto. Then, in the family room we watched another movie, and I rubbed her little tits throughout. I was really starting to love them. Ann enjoyed the attention.

It was getting late, and I wondered if Ann had given up on her plan to get me to cum five times.

A little after ten o'clock, she took me upstairs, and I followed. She stripped us both down and laid me back down on the bed. She threw the vibrator next to me and then climbed back on me, sixty-nine style again. I grabbed her thighs and squeezed them. She leaned a little to the side so that she could see me.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her. She licked and sucked my index finger, and them she spit a glom of saliva on top.

"Put it in my ass," she whispered.

I brought the finger up, slathered the spit around her little hole and then pushed the first knuckle of my index finger inside. It gripped my finger. I stared at my finger there, and then I pulled it out. I watched her asshole close up, and then I put my finger in again.

Seeing it, I couldn't help but wonder how my cock would look in there. For the moment, I forgot entirely how badly I wanted Ann's pussy. I just thought about fucking her ass. How would this tiny thing open up to take on an actual cock?

I slowly pushed my finger to the second knuckle and watched her asshole stretch and accept the new girth. Then I drew my finger out and saw how the muscles there adjusted and contracted so that my finger was clenched all the way until it slipped out. Her expanded hole remained for a second, and then pinched completely closed.

I wondered how that might feel on my dick—to be clinched by a muscle that never let go. To feel that on my cock head, and then running along my shaft. This was something tighter than lips, tighter than a vagina, but not as soft.

I imagined burying my cock inside it to the hilt. How could Ann, with her tiny body, even consider the possibility of a real dick up her ass? Something would rupture or tear, right?

I lubed up my thumb with saliva and pressed it against her. It overcame the initial resistance and slipped in. I pushed it further in. Fucking amazing.

I looked at Ann and her eyes were closed. She squinted and squeaked at every movement inside her ass.

"Does it hurt or feel good?"

"I don't know," she said.

She pushed the vibrator towards me, and I pulled out my thumb and picked it up.

"Please," she said, "go slow."

I put the tip into Ann's pussy and rotated it around inside her to coat it in her lubrication. When I pulled it out, it looked ready.

I pressed the tip against her, and the muscle began expanding, letting it in. Ann huffed and grunted. She wailed, "Oh, shit!" I alternately watched the exquisite pain on her face and the astonishing stretch of her asshole. For a little thing like Ann to get this five inch dildo in her ass? It would have been a feat.

I was nearing the maximum girth of the vibrator when Ann told me to stop. I held it there and watched her asshole eject the tool. Ann breathed a massive sigh, and I laid there gazing at her ass and wondering.

I wondered how I had never really given much consideration to fucking a woman in the ass. I love asses, and they were incredibly sexy, but I'd always thought of them more as a back avenue to the pussy. I saw things differently now.

Still watching me, Ann slid off my chest, and there was my cock, pointed at the ceiling. Ann saw something in my face and she turned to see what I saw. When her eyes darted back to me, there was fucking joy in them.

I couldn't believe it. How could I hurt so much and get this hard-on?

That ass, I guessed. Ann's ass.

Ann jumped over my legs and positioned her mouth over my cock, and then she got weird.

She started spitting and drooling on my cock, sopping the thing in her spit. I had learned to just let her do her thing, so I waited for instructions.

She used her mouth to spread the saliva over every inch of my dick. She pulled back and admired her work, and then I got my orders. "Fuck my face," she said.

She climbed out of bed and went to Jen's make-up chair in front of the vanity She sat facing the back. I got up and walked around to her, my cock dripping lines of her saliva along the way. My dick in her face, I grabbed her head with both hands. She looked up at me and opened her lips just slightly.

"Isn't this fucking?" I asked her.

"I don't care," she said, and then I pushed my cock between her lips. I sunk it about halfway in and brought it out. She nodded, and I fucked.

She took it. I tried not to push in too far. At one point she jammed her tongue out and my cock rode back and forth along it.

Several times, I pushed my dick in and then pulled her head up and down the shaft. I was able to test how deep I could go that way, and she began letting me pretty far in. At one point, she put her hand on my stomach and pushed me back. She coughed and spit. She caught the drool and wiped it on my shaft, and then, she looked up at me and said, "More." Shit.

After a few minutes, she stopped and took me back to the bed. She laid down on her back and pulled me up to her. I got in a knee-push up position over her head and put my cock back in her sopping wet mouth. I couldn't fuck as deeply this way, but Ann could use her tongue more. Once we had a rhythm, every time I inserted, she squashed the back of her tongue against the tip. Her tongue felt like some sex toy in her mouth. Sometimes I just let my cock linger in there.

The next position switch almost made me cum just seeing her. She flipped over on her back at the edge of the bed with her head hanging over the side, mouth agape. I walked around and knelt in front of her.

It was challenging to find the best angle, and she gagged a few times, but once we settled into a groove, it was beautiful. I ran my hands along her tits and tummy, and fucked her sloppy mouth. She could take me deeply this way, and I pushed it to the limit more than once. Not all the way in, but close, I held it there and felt her gulp. When I felt that incredible pulling and stretching, I knew that she was going to get her five.

But, she surprised me again. She scooted back down the bed, about in the middle, and then she fucking bridged: with palms backwards, she lifted her torso up, and with her feet, she pushed her ass up. It was a gymnastics move. Upside down, she formed a semi-circle on the bed from her feet to her hands. She opened her mouth and I moved to it. I helped her stay up with my hands under her ass, and she moved her head and got a hold of my dick with her mouth. I started fucking again.

The feel was amazing, but the acrobatics of it drove me to the limit. I could feel her legs begin to tremble as my scrotum gathered up and tightened itself around my balls. I knew she couldn't hold the position much longer, and I knew I couldn't hold my cum off for long, either. So, I took control.

I lifted her ass up and pulled it to me. Her legs followed and flipped over. I had all of her weight in an upright sixty-nine position: me on my knees, her chest on my tummy and vice versa, pressed tightly together. With one arm, I held her waist against me, supporting most of her weight. With the other, I held the back of her head on my cock.

Her pussy sat right in front of my eyes, and I just drove my face into it and engulfed her clit with my tongue. She moaned into my cock, and I knew number five could not be stopped.

I drew my cock back one last time and then plunged it into her throat, and I held her head against the force with my free hand. Her lips gained more and more of me, and I pushed to depths I had never before attained. Ann was just fractions of an inch from taking me all the way in before the cum began pulsing out of me.

It may have been a single drop, a teaspoon, a couple ounces, or a fucking cupful. I didn't know, and I didn't care. It never saw the light of day. It came out of my cock and went down Ann's throat like blood through a vein. I squeezed her pussy into my face as the last spasms finished.

She pulled away from my cock with an enormous gasp, and I set her down on the bed. Exhausted beyond anything I had experienced in a very long time, I laid down on my side. I lifted her leg and slowly licked her.

Ann was whispering, "Five. I got five." I laid there, practically in a coma, my lips on her pussy.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 11

Wife lifts a restriction, but her sister goes a step further.

I wasn't the only one who got to have a day alone with Ann. Jen did, too. The district staff all got a comp day after conferences, so I went to work and Jen stayed home. Ann stayed home, too. I wanted to, but I felt like I owed it to them to give them some alone time.

I wondered if Jen had gotten the royal treatment like I did.

In the time after the first get together, the three-way became a pretty regular routine. On those occasions that it was just two, the other was watching. I watched Jen and Ann fuck, Ann watched Jen and I fuck, and Jen watched Ann and I do everything except fuck—we still didn't have permission.

Alone with Jen one morning, I asked her about it. She was brushing her hair at the vanity.

"I just think we need to keep something that is only for us," she said.

I nodded. "But, Jen it's not like I'm putting restrictions on you."

"What do you mean?"

"When you and Ann get it on, I'm not telling you there's stuff you can't do with her."

This logic stopped her. Then she shook her head, saying, "It's not the same."

"Why not?"

"Because neither of us has a cock."

"So, because I'm a dude, the rules are different."

"Yes."

I walked up behind her and spanked her really hard. 'Ow! Fuck!" she yelled. She spun around and swatted me on the bare stomach with the teeth of her brush.

"Shit!"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. I kissed all over her lips and neck. I nuzzled in her hair, finding soft places on her neck for my lips. Then, I put her hand down my pants.

"So this cock is just for you, babe?"

"Just for my pussy."

I reached under her shirt and grabbed her big cannons. "And for your tits?"

"And just for my tits."

I spun her around, grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass into me. "And for your ass?"

"Oh, my gosh!" she complained, "You are so dirty." But, she took it while mock butt fucked her.

"I'm gonna."

"No, you're not."

"I'm gonna get you drunk, and I'm gonna stick it in there."

She broke away and smacked me again with the brush. "You're nasty."

I laughed. "You're going to beg me to do it, too."

Then she started laughing. "Oh, shut the fuck up," she said.

***

I texted Ann later that morning: Tried. No go. It's on you.

***

A few days later, Jen and I were in bed, just us. We had only started to fool around when Jen stopped me.

"I want to talk to you about something. Serious."

I nodded.

She sighed, "You can fuck her. Ann, I mean."

"What?"

"Yes. In fact, I think you probably should."

"Okay, what the hell's going on?"

"Look, don't make me go into specifics here," she began. Jen had talked with Ann, a big talk. It went back to Kenny and Ann's relationship. Ann felt like a failure because Kenny and her just didn't have sex. We had helped her a bunch over these last few weeks, and it was the best she'd felt about herself in a very long time. Still, she didn't feel like a woman who could fully please a man.

"Is Kenny gay?" I asked.

"I asked her the same thing; she said, if he is, even he doesn't know it."

Now, I was jacked to get the opportunity to fuck Ann, but I still felt I had to protest a little. So, I asked Jen about her plan to keep fucking just for us.

"I know. But, this is more important. She's my sister and this will help."

I shrugged.

"So, will you?"

"Are you pimping me out?"

She smiled. "No, I'm prescribing you to my sister."

"I'm medicine?"

"This is," she said, grabbing my dick. Then, her hand froze. "Fuck!"

"What?"

"Do you know how hard you are right now?"

I nodded.

"Oh, my gosh! So, I guess that means you'll do it"

I nodded. She began tugging me.

"One thing: I want to be there. She doesn't know, but I want to see it."

"Are you jealous?"

"I haven't been yet."

Then, I got an idea, and I hoped it wasn't too late. "Okay, I have a catch, too."

She shook her head, smiling. "You don't have a catch; you want this, I know it."

"I have a catch."

"Okay, what?"

"I want this ass," I said grabbing her ass cheek. "I want to fuck this big beautiful ass."

"You're serious? Where did this come from?"

"That night—the first night with Ann—when you put my finger up there."

"Hey, you put your finger up there."

"Whatever."

She told me it would hurt. She said there was a big fucking difference between a finger and a dick.

I told her to just think about it, and then I added quick, "And I want Ann there to see it."

She let go of my dick and smacked me on the belly.. "You're nasty."

"It's nasty now to love your wife's body and want every part of her?"

No response. I had her.

I got up on my knees and flipped Jen over on her tummy, and then I lifted her ass up. She looked back at me, and her eyebrows crinkled a little, and she just looked so fuckable. "No. Don't fuck my ass."

"I'm not going to. I just want to see."

I was lined up behind her, and I pulled her panties down. She let me. I put my dick on her fat little ass and pulled her to me. I could see how deep my cock would push into her body, and I began rocking back and forth.

Then, I grabbed my dick and positioned the tip on her asshole.

I spit on her crack and it slid down. I rubbed the head of my cock in it and used my dick to paint her asshole with my spit. "Fuck," I whispered.

I reached under her and slid my fingers along her pussy. She was as wet and ready as I'd ever felt her.

I grabbed my cock and put it right up against her asshole. I pressed forward just a little bit, just enough to feel the tightness push back against me.

"Don't fuck my ass," she whispered, and there was real fear in her voice.

She was excited and terrified at the same time.

"Jen, I'm not going to." I drew back and rolled her over on her back. I saw the remains of her fear vanish, but she was breathing like she'd just finished a distance race.

I smiled and said, "I just wanted to see."

She nodded.

"Now, how do you want me to fuck your sister?"

Jen smiled and nodded. She put her feet on my shoulders and said, "Well, you can fuck her like this."

I pushed into her and she caught her breath. We fucked slowly, and my strokes were small, but deep.

"Can I fuck her like this?" I asked, putting us in a spooning position and pushing my cock up through the gap between her legs and into her pussy.

She nodded. "Yes, you can." I held her hip and watched my cock slide in and out of the long black line of her legs and ass. I couldn't see her pussy, but I felt it. Jen rested her head on her hands, and I reached under and over her to grab her heavy tits. She moaned and we fucked.

I pushed inside her and lifted her body as I rolled to my back. Jen rocked her ass back at me, reverse cowgirl style, and she whispered, "You can fuck Ann like this, too."

I grabbed Jen's ass and smashed my cock into her pussy. "Is there any way I can't fuck her?"

She looked a back at me and then turned around on top. She rode me and said, "Not like this." I sucked on her tits. After a minute or so, I sat up and lifted her up.

I was sitting on my knees and Jen straddled me. I held her body tight against mine, mashing her tits into my chest.

"Not like this either," she said. I loved how close we were, our bodies slid together and everywhere we touched, there was slick heat. Jen's lips latched onto my neck and she moaned into me.

"When I need to cum," I asked Jen, "what should I do?"

"Wait. Oh, shit. Wait," she cried. She rocked on me, and I loved to hear her ass slap down on my thighs. She pushed from me and I leaned back on my hands. She held my shoulders and rode me like I was a motorcycle or a horse, slamming down on my cock and seating it as deep as it could go.

Then she went off, and I did everything in my power to hold off, myself.

When her bawling and grunting had simmered down, she slid off me and grabbed my cock.

"When you have to cum," she breathed, "let Ann swallow it, like this." Jen's lips sheathed the head of my cock, and her fist pumped the shaft.

I couldn't believe the position I was in. My Jen was about to—for the first time—swallow my cum. Fuck, I loved her.

Her grip was tight, and she jerked me hard and fast. Her tongue massaged the underside of the head of my cock, and then I came. "Fuck, Jen. Now, Jen."

She kept pumping her fist, and her tongue drew everything out of me. I grunted, "Shit," and came up off my hands, plunging my fingers into her long blond hair. I gripped her head and held her there while I emptied into her mouth.

When I finished, I flopped onto my back and Jen rose up off me, wiping her face with her arm and breathing heavily. She collapsed beside me and I took her into my arms.

"That was the best, Jen."

She was almost gone, said nothing.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

She nodded and whimpered and slipped into her orgasm coma.

***

Next morning—the morning of the day I was going to fuck Ann—Jen asked me, "Were you going to fuck my butt last night?"

"Only if you'd told me to."

"Well, don't, okay? It's scary."

"Jen, you shouldn't..." But, her glare stopped me. "Okay, I won't." Fuck.

But, on the bright side, the looks that Ann was giving me that day? Fuck.

***

Jen got picked up by some of her friends around eight that Saturday night. Ann and I were drinking and chatting in the kitchen.

I told her about Jen's fear of anal.

There was a flicker of thought in Ann's face before she said, "I'd be scared, too, you know."

I shrugged.

Now, before I'm accused too harshly of keeping secrets with Ann from my wife—which, yeah, I definitely fucking did—let me say something: I know they were keeping secrets, too.

They had their share of alone time, and they talked. And they fucked. And they talked some more. I'd see them whispering to each other at the table while I was watching tv, and I just know they were talking about me or sex or both.

I think Ann liked being the girl in the middle of this, and I think she saw her role as bringing Jen and I and her and Jen closer together. And, I think she was one fucking horny woman.

"When is Jen coming back to watch us?" Ann asked me, and I about spit my drink out.

"How the fuck did you know that?"

She smiled. "I know my sister. She give you any rules?"

I shook my head in awe. "Shit, I guess you do know her. Yeah, she did."

"Tell me."

I told her. I told her about the positions—basically anything that brought us too close together, face to face, was ruled out. I told her about the cum, and Ann stopped me.

"That sounds nice, but I want you to cum inside me."

I froze.

"I'm not like Jen; I like the pill. Keeps everything predictable."

"Uhh..." It had been years since I came inside—the girlfriend before Jen and I met.

Ann leaned toward me. She whispered in my ear, "I want to feel your cock throb in me, and I want to watch your cum leak out of my pussy." She pulled away from my ear and then, in a completely natural voice, asked, "So, what time is the sneak coming back to watch us?"

I missed every word of her question. My brain and my cock were having a conversation about Ann's cum-leaking pussy. "Huh?"

"What time? Jen?"

"Oh, ten-thirty."

"We've got time to sneak one in, then."

I swallowed my drink. "But..."

She walked off upstairs, calling, "She'll get her show. I'm going to change. Wait for me."

I drank and waited, unzipping my jeans and pulling myself out. The tip of my cock pressed up against the bottom of the kitchen table.

***

I put myself away before she came downstairs, fully done-up. Her hair was pulled back into a high bun. Her face completely made-up: mascara, eye shadow, lipstick—the works. But, not slutty; her face glowed. She was stunning. She wore a black, form-fitting dress. It had cut-outs on her hips on both sides, the bottom just barely covered her ass, and then nothing until the black stiletto high heels on her feet.

I was in jeans and a fucking tee shirt. I stood up and walked over to her. She put her arms around my neck and drew me in. We kissed and her lips melted into mine. Shit. I slipped my fingers into the cut outs on her hips and felt the silkiness of her legs and ass.

She pulled away and bit her lip. "I'm your mistress tonight, baby. And I'm here to give you the things your wife won't."

She rubbed me through my jeans. "She doesn't suck this cock anymore does she, baby?"

I shook my head.

Ann got on her knees. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped me.

"But, I do. I love this cock." She reached in and pulled me out. Grabbing the shaft, she tugged it toward her lips.

She looked up at me. "And you've almost forgotten what it looks like," she said, "to see lipstick on your cock." She pulled my dick into her mouth and pressed her lips around the shaft. Then, she slowly drew back, showing me a shiny red ring about a third of the way down.

"And you missed the feeling of a woman's breath on your little hairs," she cooed. Then she sucked me into her mouth, and gathered more and more of my cock with her lips. She held there, sucking deeply and pushing air from her nose into my pubic hairs. And, yeah, it did feel pretty fucking good.

She let me go. "And you'd almost forgotten the sound of your cock being swallowed," she uttered and clasped the head between her lips. I felt her saliva washing over the tip, and I heard it slosh back when she swallowed. I moaned, "Shit, Ann."

When she pulled away, my cock sprang up and wobbled in her face like a diving board. She stood up and walked over to the wall in the kitchen, flashing those stiletto heels and moving that ass just right.

She stood near the wall and looked back at me, and then she hiked up her skirt, just revealing the red panties underneath. She put her hands on the wall like she was under arrest and turned to me.

"You want me because I know how a man starves without a pussy to lick." She pushed her ass back at me and I walked over.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her dress up and her panties down, exposing that perfect ass.

"Your wife doesn't let you eat her ass, does she?"

I shook my head and put my face in Ann's ass crack, my tongue on her pussy. And I licked and sucked every millimeter of her. I pulled away and just admired her body. I ran my hands up and down her hips, legs, and calves. I kissed them and licked them. I sucked on one of her bubble ass cheeks, and then I spread them apart and dragged my tongue over her asshole. I put my finger inside her pussy and licked her asshole back and forth.

Ann moaned and whispered, "Yes, baby. Yes." I added another finger and worked her pussy and ass to the rhythm of her sweet whimpers and groans.

In no time at all, I couldn't handle it.. Standing up, I grabbed my cock and edged closer to her. She turned and looked at me, her sexy eyes full of desire. "Your wife won't let you bend her over in the kitchen and fuck her, will she?"

I shook my head and Ann bent herself into an L shape against the wall, her high heels pushing her ass high and her back arching to push it out.

I grabbed her hips and moved in. Cock in hand, I brushed the head between her lips and felt the wetness and the heat, and then I pushed it in.

The tip slid in and she gasped, and she was too tight. I fought against it and pushed in further and Ann grunted an "Oh."

Her pussy was still too tight, but I pushed in further and half of my cock felt like it was inside some wet velvet heat clamp. "Fuck. Oh, shit," she gasped.

I held both her hips, pulling her ass into me while shoving my cock into her, and then I was in to the hilt.

And I understood why sometimes wars started because of pussy.

Ann screamed and I groaned. I thrust again and Ann wailed.

I breathed, "Don't make me stop. It's too fucking good."

She gasped, "Don't stop. Fuck me don't stop."

I fucked her. I held her hips and rammed her from behind, sinking my cock into that incredibly tight pussy, almost wondering if it was going to let my dick back out.

We slapped together and made all kinds of sex noise. I alternated between watching her face—bearing down and taking it and loving it, and her ass-that perfection curving out from her lower back. I slammed into it and watched how firmly it absorbed the blows.

Her pussy adjusted to me, and we hit a rhythm. Fuck, it was amazing. But, the smell. I think the scent of her body, the perfume, her pussy—all took me even higher.

All I wanted to do was cum. I didn't give a fuck about her and whether or not she liked it. I didn't give a fuck about lasting a long time or drawing this out. I just wanted to cum inside that pussy.

I buried into her and jacked it out and buried it into her again. I think she was screaming. I may have been fucking cursing out loud, too. No idea. But I felt it come and I mashed her up against the wall, sticking my cock inside her as far as I could, lifting her up and off the ground, and pushing still deeper by getting on my tippy toes. Then, I spilled cum into her.

I felt raw sexual power as I came. I felt strong and I felt like I could kill and I felt more satisfied and full and complete than I'd ever felt. Weird, maybe, but I was just fucking fired up to be a man right then, my cock submerged to the hilt in a pussy, firing cum into it.

I pulled out and my cock was almost red, and Ann's pussy gaped and cum seeped out of it.

She was still moaning and heaving for breath.

I sat back on one of the chairs at our table. Ann sank down on the floor with her knees up.

"That," I panted, "was..."

"It was perfect," she finished for me.

I nodded, watching her breathing and staring at the ceiling. Then, I said, "I'm really glad Jen didn't see that."

"Me, too."

Ann got up after a minute or so and went into the bathroom, her hand cupping her pussy; I poured us two new drinks.

***

We sat down on the couch and I put a movie on. Side by side, I started edging in on her like we were high school kids. Hand on her lower thigh, and then higher. Arm around her back, and then feeling her tit. Nuzzling in on her neck, and then kissing it.

Then we made out, and I hadn't really done that—really made out—in years. We kissed with our tongues for minutes. We felt each other's bodies, everywhere.

We stopped once, and Ann asked about the time.

Shit!

It was close to ten-thirty. Jen might be watching us even now from somewhere in the back yard.

"What do you need to do?"

I told her the back door was already unlocked, but that turning out all the lights was the cue for her to come in.

She got up. "Come on, let's give her a show."

I followed Ann, shutting off all the lights behind me.

I loved how her room smelled, like sex and perfume. She took the bun out of her hair and let it all fall down around her shoulders. She took off my shirt and slid out of her heels. I pulled her dress off, and she took off my jeans. She told me to wait, and went into the bathroom and came back with a little cup, putting it by her nightstand.

Then, we heard it. The door—just a little sound, but enough. Jen was no fucking ninja. Ann smiled and I did, too.

She pulled me to her bedside. "Lay down, face down," she said, pulling off my underwear.

I laid down on the bed, and I heard Ann slip out of her panties. She sat beside me and ran her hands over my body. She started in my hair, her fingers weaving through it and massaging my scalp. Her hands caressed the back and sides of my neck. She felt the muscles in my shoulders and ran her fingers gently down my back and over my ass. Her fingers grasped my hamstrings and claves and feet, and then she worked her way back up to my head again.

I was torn between two ideas. First, that it felt so fucking good to be taken care of this way and, second, that Jen, at this point, had to be watching us.

Now, Ann straddled my ass. She lowered her torso onto my back and I felt her nipples between my shoulder blades. All of her weight—so little of it—was on my body, and I could feel the soft, smooth warmth of her skin on mine. She kissed my head and my ears and down my neck. She kissed across my back and around my shoulders. Her lips caressed my lats and up my vertebrae. Her hands lightly ran over all of my back as she kissed back down to my ass, and she kissed me there, too. I felt her hair on it and then on my legs. She licked and kissed all the way down to my calves and back up again.
I reached under my stomach and adjusted myself; it was like grasping the handle of a fucking hammer.

Now, Ann rubbed her pussy up and down me. I felt streaks of moisture left behind when the lumps of muscle on my back, butt, and legs opened her up and bumped against her clit.

She tugged at my shoulder and I rolled over, my cock springing up.

Ann turned around and pushed her ass back against my face. I grabbed her waist and attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. I loved her taste. I sucked on her clit and drug my tongue back and forth across it, pushing it into her pussy with every pass.

She felt my cock and spoke between moans. "I love how hard you get for me, baby. I love how thick you are." She gently slid her fingers up and down, feeling every groove, vein, ridge, and rib along its length. "I love how you're like a big fucking flexed muscle." Here, she grabbed it firmly and jerked it a few times. "I love how you want to fuck me." She put her hand under my scrotum and lifted up my balls. "I love your cum and how much you can pump in my pussy." She leaned forward, moaning as I licked all over her pussy, and said, "I'm gonna suck on this big fucking cock now."

Ann's lips clasped the head, only, and she tugged the shaft as if she were trying to draw the cum up and out of me. I heard her smack and swallow and moan. I felt the pads of her fingers roll up the underside as she pulled me.

She let go and deep throated me, groaning as her lips crawled down to near the base. She stayed there, caressing me with her tongue, and then she lifted off completely.

I pushed her waist off, and she slid down over my legs. She reached around, grabbed my dick and positioned it. Still holding it, she squatted back and put the head in. We gasped together. She let go and took more in. I watched her little pussy slowly engulf my cock until it was gone.

She rode me slowly, and I grabbed her hips and ass. Soon, she tilted her head back and began moaning with real energy.

I was glad I had already fucked her once. I might've already been cumming if not. I went in more easily this time, but she was still perfect in there, super tight and hot and slippery wet.

I let her ride and watched that perfect ass until she stopped and climbed off me. She got on all fours and I maneuvered behind her and pushed my cock back in.

She turned around and watched me with that your-fucking-killing-me look on her face. I had a great angle, and so I fucking jack-hammered her. I loved how her eyes looked—pleasure and pain mixed together—and how she yelped when I thrust into her.

As the minutes passed, she began pushing back against me, seating me even more deeply inside her, and she turned away from me, groaning and wailing into the pillow as her orgasm built up. I fucked and fucked and fucked through it, gripping her hips and not letting go as she fucking went off.

When I pulled out of her, she was still gasping and moaning with her ass in the air. My rock hard dick rested along her ass crack.

She caught her breath and said, "Fuck, I love your cock."

Then, Ann reached for the nightstand and grabbed the little cup. She sat up on her knees in front of me, pouring the contents into her hands. Then, she reached under herself, rubbing there. Next, she poured more and reached around, grabbing my cock and rubbing the stuff all over it. It was slick and sticky.

"What is that?"

"Your cum."

"Wha..."

"I want you to fuck my ass." She turned back around and I felt her asshole; it was slick with my cum. I smiled. Ann had saved it from earlier. This fucking woman was resourceful.

Then, I remembered Jen. She was about to watch me fuck her sister's ass.

I put my slick, sticky cock against Ann's tiny asshole and rubbed it all around. Then, I pulled back and admired the sight: Ann on all fours, her tanned, curvy legs, smooth back, and that in-fucking-sane ass in the air. I ran my hands over it, and it was perfect to the touch, but I also sensed the tension in her. Ann was steeling herself.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," I said, trying to relax her a little.

She shook her head. "Do it. Fuck my ass." She put her hand on her pussy and ran her fingers through her slit, and I took hold of my slick cock and leveled it on her tiny little hole.

I had imagined this. I refused to believe my cock would fit in there, much less all the way in there. She was just too small; our bodies were not compatible. I didn't want to hurt her, but I also wanted to have her this way, had to have her this way. It was savage, but I felt like being savage.

Thinking these thoughts, I caught movement in my peripheral vision. I didn't turn to look, but I focused on it. Jen was there, watching us. I knew it. She had a slightly back and sideways viewing angle from the doorway.

I grabbed Ann's hips and pushed the head of my cock against her asshole. She drew a sharp breath and grunted. I pushed harder and felt Ann give way, letting me push her away with my cock. So I hauled her back. I slipped in, just the tip, and we were connected, and Ann screamed.

And I liked it, the scream. And I liked how we were connected—the fat bulb on the end of my cock inside the taut rim of her little butthole. But, I didn't push any further inside.

I flexed my cock and Ann wailed again. She was panting like she was giving birth. She quit fingering herself the instant I popped in. Her arms went soft and she dropped to her torso, face in a pillow. I flexed my cock again, and heard the muffled scream.

I quit moving. I need to let her fucking control this, I thought.

But, she just laid there, sucking wind and groaning. We held that spot for a good minute or so, and then I flexed again. She gasped, and then she pushed herself up on her hands. Looking back at me with exquisite pain in her eyes, she drove her ass against me, and I began to slide in.

The grunts she made while doing this should not have sounded sexy, but they fucking were. Shit. Seeing her asshole ingest my cock a fraction of an inch at a time and feeling the extreme tension around the shaft made me growl like a fucking bear. I probably should have been embarrassed by it, but I didn't give a shit. This was just fucking dirty, nasty sexy.

"Oh, my fuck, Ann. Fuck!"

She took about half of it in, gasping for air all the way, and then let it back out to the tip. When she started pushing me in again, I took control.

I spread her ass cheeks apart and gripped her ass that way, and I slowly fucked her.

She screamed. Her entire body tensed up, and I could see her skinny muscles rippling in her shoulders and back, but she didn't tell me to stop. Her fingers gripped the sheets, and she looked back at me, her eyebrows cinched together in pain, and she nodded.

So, I assfucked her.

The sensation was nothing like a pussy, and Ann was so tight that it was fucking uncomfortable. From a texture and feeling standpoint, anal was definitely not better.

But.

But, it was so fucking dirty. It was so fucking nasty to see Ann take the pain and ask for more. And the sounds and the visuals of it—Ann wailing and my cock up that perfect ass of hers. That was what drove me on, the brutality of it. Fuck.

I built up some speed, and Ann's fingers returned to her pussy. Then she groaned, "Oh, fuck I love that cock in my ass." And as she said it, I deliberately looked over my shoulder to the open door, into the darkness.

I looked right into the shadowy silhouette of Jen, and I pushed in deeper, and Ann wailed. I could see no real details, but I knew Jen was fingering herself. So, I pushed in even deeper, and Ann's hand shot back to my tummy and stopped me from burying to the root.

I let myself out a little and watched Jen masturbate; we listened to Ann's moans while I fucked Ann's beautiful ass.

The whole scene was so fucked up: my wife banging herself while I fucked her sister's asshole, Ann torturing herself on my cock, me grunting like some dirty fuck beast. I was going to cum.

I looked at my cock and Ann's ass, and I knew how deep inside her I was. The surges rose up in me, and Ann screamed as my cock began to flex. I pulled out to the tip, as far back as I could without letting the head slip out, and came in her asshole.

My dick bent as it throbbed and pumped cum into her. The ring of her asshole clenched it, and we stayed connected while my cock throbbed and pumped. Ann gasped at each throb, and I grunted.

When I finished, we both collapsed forward on the bed. She laid flat on her stomach; I was flat on top of her, my legs wrapped around hers, still connected cock to ass. I spared her from my full body weight with my arms and knees on the bed, but I didn't want to pull out.

So, we caught our breaths together with my dick in her asshole..

"Thank you, " she whispered, "for not stopping."

"I didn't want to hurt you, Ann."

"I wanted to hurt," she said with a shy smile.

I smiled, too, and right against her ear, super-quietly whispered, "Jen saw it all."

As silently as she could, Ann responded, "She'll let you fuck her ass. She has to now."

We looked at each other, and I gave her an appreciative smile and a shake of my head. Then, her face twisted in pain and her jaw went agape. Ann's asshole let the bulb of my cock slip out. I sat up on my knees and pulled her ass apart to see it.

No blood, thank fuck. And no cum, either. It was all inside her, every drop. I rolled over and laid beside her, face to face.

"Am I okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Did we make a mess?"

"No."

I looked across at the door, and Jen was just turning to leave. I think she was smiling. I turned to Ann and we kissed.

She broke the kiss. "You should go back and shower up. Jen is waiting for you."

"We could shower together?"

She shook her head. "I'll shower tomorrow. I'm going to stay here and sleep."

"But..."

"I know. My ass is full of cum," she said, smiling. "I can feel it in there."

I didn't know what to say.

She whispered, "I kind of like it."

Fuck.

In-Fucking-Sane Ch. 12

Wife's sister takes the couple over the line.

Author's Note: Allow me to express my gratitude to Shygirlwhore for her thoughtful and exacting editorial work.

*****

I walked into our bedroom, fresh from fucking Ann.

"I'm not happy about this," Jen said quietly, staring at me with her hands on her hips.

"What?"

"You fucked her before I got home."

"She took me by surprise. What was I supposed to do? Shove her away?"

"You could have thought of something."

"But maybe that would have hurt her confidence again, Jen." Total bullshit to my own wife. Like Ann had a shortage of sexual confidence.

But what I said stopped Jen. She redirected her attack. "You came inside her, didn't you?"

"She's on the pill, Jen. She told me to. I..."

"Tell me what happened."

I told her about the kitchen fuck, but I gave her a version decidedly unsexier than the actual experience. Jen was seriously pissed about me cumming in Ann's pussy, but I glossed over that as best I could. "Jen," I argued, "you practically ordered me to make sure she got exactly what she wanted."

"Okay," she said. "But you're not off the hook, yet."

"What else?"

"You fucked her ass," she practically whispered it.

"She wanted me to!"

"Horsefeathers!"

I laughed—Jen and her old-timey sayings. I said, "You liked it. Come on, I saw you."

"What? No, I didn't."

"You were fingering yourself."

This caught her off guard. "I was not!"

"Jen, I could see you."

Her tone shifted from angry to sheepish. "You could?"

I nodded.

"It was kind of hot, okay?"

"I was there."

I shouldn't have joked. Jen got all pissy again. "You did it so that you could make me do it. I know you. I know Ann."

"No, Jen. I didn't know it was going to happen, I swear."

She scanned my eyes for the truth, and then muttered, "Okay."

"So it was hot, huh?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Are you hot right now?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she almost whispered.

I waved her over to me. "Do you want to take a shower together? I need one."

She took my hand, and we walked into the bathroom together. I undressed her, and then she pulled off my shorts. I dangled there, and she caressed it. "So this cock is dirty, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"It was in Ann's pussy," she said, looking down at it, "and then she covered it in cum."

"Yeah."

"Then you put it in her ass, and it got covered in cum again."

I was hard, and she stroked me.

"This is one dirty cock," she whispered, and she got on her knees. "I should make sure it gets clean." Then, she began licking it.

"Fuck, Jen."

She licked in short strokes along the shaft, and—I'm not bullshitting here—she wasn't licking it to get me off, she was licking to clean me. There's a difference. Her tongue pressed in hard little dabs, and she swallowed after each. My Jen! Licking Ann's pussy and ass and my own cum off my cock.

She slathered me in saliva, and sucked it all off.

She looked it over. "Better. But, it's not all clean, yet," she said, and then she led me into the shower. She sat me down on our little stool, out of the stream of water.

She soaked herself under the shower, and then I watched as she covered her tits in soap. She walked over to me, those big fucking cannons hidden in bubbles, and then sank to her knees.

Jen put my cock between those soapy tits, and kind of sex-scrubbed me with them. It was so slippery and soft. She alternated them—one down, one up and vice-versa, and she went fast. After a minute or so, she took one of her tits and cupped my balls with her other hand. She brought the two together, and I felt her slippery nipple roam all over and around my balls.

"When it's clean, what do you want me to do with it?" I asked.

"Lift me up and fuck me under the shower with it."

She rinsed me off with the wand, and I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my hips and my hands held her ass. I walked us under the shower head and fucked her while the water streamed down over us.

She kept telling me to go faster, and I lifted her and dropped her on my cock as fast as I could. It was like a speed set of bicep curls.

In a few minutes, my arms were exhausted, but my cock was ready to explode. She sensed it.

She took my jaw and pulled my face towards hers, and, looking into my eyes, said, "Cum in my pussy."

"Jen...," I started.

"Do it."

So, I did, and Jen was louder than I have ever heard her, and that's saying something. She shrieked into my ears, but I couldn't do anything about it, holding her ass. Every time my cock contracted and fired into her, she fucking bawled into my ear. Shit.

She went limp in my arms when it was all done. I set her down and washed myself up. Then, I washed her—hair, body, everywhere. I shut off the shower, picked her up, and carried her out. I dried her off, wrapped a towel around her hair, and took her to bed. After tucking her in, I kissed her on the lips. She was asleep.

"I love you two," Ann said and I jumped.

"Shit!"

She was naked. "Jen woke me up."

"You scared the shit out of me, Ann. Fuck."

"Sorry," she offered.

'How long were you here?"

"I came over after I heard you shut off the shower. I watched you take care of Jen. Very sweet."

I shrugged. "Yeah, she went boneless on me."

Ann nodded. "You've had quite a night."

I grinned. "Yeah."

She turned to go.

"Ann?"

She stopped and looked back in.

"Sleep with us?"

"I need to take a shower. I'm still carrying something of yours," she said, turning around and briefly spreading her ass apart.

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"After you get out then?"

She smiled and left.

***

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to take a piss. When I came back, I saw their shadowy forms—Jen and Ann's—cuddled together in our bed. Ann was curled up under Jen's arm.

I went back to sleep, but it wasn't easy.

***

I woke up first, and I had a nasty morning hard on. The girls were still there, and I edged over to Jen and put it between her legs. I reached over and cupped one of her big tits.

She woke up slowly, and then reached down and felt my cock. "Oh, my gosh."

Ann stirred beside her.

"Ann, reach back and feel this pig sticker he put between my legs."

Pig sticker. So fucking Jen. Ann's hand came back and Jen guided it to my dick. "Fuck," Ann said, giggling.

Jen said, "He gets really hard, doesn't he?"

"I know, right?"

"Hey, I'm right here. The guy with the hard dick? He's here."

Ann said, "Did you hear something, Jen?"

"I thought I heard something, but it sounded more like a big fart." They were both laughing.

"Okay," I said, and I sat up fast, climbed over them and squished them together, bellies down. They screamed.

I straddled two beautiful asses, and I spanked Ann first. "Shit!" She cried, still laughing.

"You're next," I told Jen.

"Oh, no. Don't!" Too late, I swatted her. "Ow! You fucker!"

They squirmed to get away, but my legs kept them in place. The room filled with squeals and screams.

"Ann," I said, calmly.

She looked up at me screaming, "Don't! Please!" And I thwacked her ass even harder. She shrieked and cursed.

Jen's voice was strangely calm the next time she spoke. "Look, we're sorry. We're very, very sorry."

"Sorry for what?" I asked, raising my flat hand high above her ass.

She screamed, "No!"

"We're sorry for talking about your cock and ignoring you!" Ann interjected.

I turned to her and raised my hand higher, smiling deviously. I said, "No, you called me a name. Apologize for that."

They looked at each other and burst into laughter. I smacked Jen's ass.

"Oh, my gosh!"

"No laughing. Apologize."

"We didn't call you a name!" Jen yelled.

"Yes, you said I sounded like—no laughing, now—a...big...fart." They both lost it, and I nailed Ann.

"Oh, fuck! Ow!"

"We're sorry we called you a big fart! We're sorry we called you a big fart!"

They kept giggling and snorting, but I relented. "Okay, that's better." I looked down. Fuck. "Look at these asses."

I leaned down and kissed each one. I ran my hands gently over both, and I kissed, licked, and sucked on them, one at a time.

"Don't move, either of you." I climbed away and ripped the sheets and blankets off. I walked around, took two pillows. and went to Jen. The sisters watched me with interest and maybe some confusion.

I lifted Jen's ass up and slid a pillow underneath her. The effect was beautiful. It arched her back and pushed her booty up. I did the same to Ann and stepped back to appreciate my work. Fuck, it was incredible.

The girls, side-by-side, bellies down and asses up, long blond hair streaming down their naked backs, it was a vision. "Oh, my fuck, you two are beautiful."

Another idea occurred to me. "Hey, I want to take a video of this."

Jen snapped, "No! Absolutely not."

"I'll keep it safe. I promise."

"No."

"Just a picture, babe? Please?"

"No."

I pleaded, "Jen, this is going to haunt my memories until I'm dead. I have to get this. It's like I'm in a porno movie with the two sexiest women on Earth."

"No."

"But," Ann offered, "maybe we can let him be our director."

Jen hesitated and then a grin spread across her face. She said, "I like that idea."

I didn't need any fucking convincing. I walked over. "Kiss. Softly."

Ann and Jen leaned in to one another and let their lips touch; their mouths opened, and they locked on to one another. Their eyes were shut, but their lips spread, and I saw their tongues connect and disappear in each other's mouths.

"Turn and caress the other, all over."

They slid to their sides, and Ann's hands went to Jen's tits. Jen's hands went to Ann's ass. Their hands slid over each other, caressing, grabbing, massaging.

"Slow down and stop kissing, but keep feeling."

In a few seconds, they broke their kiss.

"Jen, suck on Ann's finger like its a cock."

She did. She closed her eyes and licked up to the top of Ann's finger, and then she wrapped her lips around it and bobbed on it.

"Ann, on all fours, suck on Jen's tits and put that finger in her pussy."

She climbed over Jen and took one of Jen's big tits between her lips, and she finger fucked her. Ann's ass was in the air in front of me, and I leaned forward to kiss her little pussy. I got on my knees behind her and let my cock slide along her ass crack.

"More fingers, Ann, and lick her pussy."

I took Ann's hips and pushed my dick along the valley of her ass, mock fucking her. I heard Jen begin to moan and I got up, kissed and licked Ann's pussy again, and climbed over to Jen.

I leaned down, grabbing one tit, and putting my lips on the other one. I kissed and sucked it. I took the nipple in my mouth and worked around it with the tip of my tongue.

I slid back and said, "Ann, kiss Jen and let her suck your fingers. Let her taste her pussy."

Ann rose and crawled up to Jen's face. They kissed. Jen sucked on Ann's tongue, and then Ann broke off and brought up her hand. Jen seized Ann's wrist, attacking Ann's fingers with her lips, sucking them together and individually.

"Keep going," I said. Jen and Ann were sandwiched together, their pussies stacked on top of each other. I got behind them, stuck my fingers into Jen and my face into Ann. I heard them gasp.

After a minute of finger fucking and pussy eating, I told Ann to suck on Jen's tits again, and I went back to work, both sisters moaning and panting. I kissed and sucked Ann's clit while I buried three fingers into Jen's sopping cunt.

I got up and said, "Ann, go back down and finish off Jen."

I pulled Ann back to me, and her head lowered between Jen's legs. On my knees, I grabbed my cock and pushed the tip up and down Ann's wet pussy lips. Then, I split them apart, lining myself up perfectly, and waited. Ann kept trying to back into me, but I held her still.

I listened to Jen just beginning the early stages of her orgasm. I felt Ann and could sense her anticipation, and I held still for as long as I could.

Then, I sheathed my cock to the hilt and Ann screamed into Jen's pussy. I fucked her slowly so that she could concentrate on Jen.

Jen entered the bawling stage. She was holding her knees up, and watching Ann eat her pussy. She came hard and loud. At some point she let go of her knees and clasped Ann's head, pulling Ann's face deeper inside her.

With Jen basically done, I unleashed on Ann. I liked watching her long hair absorb the shock wave of my thrusts, and she grunted when I struck.

I flipped Ann over, her head in Jen's crotch. I put her feet up on my shoulders to get her ass in the air. When I pushed in, the top of her head bumped into Jen's pussy, and it got a little reaction from Jen—a little "uh." So, I kept doing it, trying to time my thrusts to maximize the chain reaction. I liked Jen's little noises.

Ann wasn't quiet, either. She breathe-screamed. Her hands reached up and behind her, grabbing Jen's thighs and she pulled Jen's pussy down against her head. Jen's crotch ground up and down, and my cock began to throb inside Ann.

Ann let loose, squirming under me and into Jen's crotch. I pulled most of the way out and grabbed my cock, holding it just inside Ann and feeling the bursts surge through me and into her.

It felt like a lot, and when I pulled all the way out, a little pool of cum followed.

Gasping, I said. "Ann, put your pussy in Jen's face."

She sat up and scooted her ass back into Jen's face. Drops of cum slipped out and onto Jen's belly. I moved beside of them and watched my wife lick cum from her sister's pussy. I rubbed Jen's clit.

"Get it all, Jen."

She grabbed Ann's hips and pulled Ann's body tighter against her face. Her face nuzzled into Ann, and Ann moaned.

When Jen pulled back, I said, "Let me see."

Jen's lips and chin glistened. I lifted Ann off her and laid her beside Jen. I spread her legs and tilted her pussy up. Same story, shining with come and pussy and saliva.

"Ann, there's still some on my cock." I laid beside her and she rolled to me. She nursed on my dick, stopping only to lick here and there.

After a minute, I was losing the feeling, and I stopped her. "Perfect," I said. "Take five."

***

I went downstairs and made them bacon, eggs, and jelly toast. I brought it up with Ann's tea and Jen's juice.

They ate with gusto.

"How was my directing? Did I do good?"

Jen looked up at me and said, "Naughty. But, good."

Ann smiled and said, "I loved it."

Then, I said, "So, do you want me to direct another...scene?"

Ann sat up and said, "I wanna do it."

Jen looked at Ann, suspicion in her eyes.

Ann saw the look and said, "What? It'll be fun."

Jen said, "Alright then."

I shrugged. "Okay." What the fuck was I gonna do? Complain? I took a super quick shower, went downstairs, and ate. I heard showers and blow dryers above me.

I heard someone rummaging around in Ann's room. A few minutes later, Ann called me up.

They were in Ann's room. Ann was wearing shorts and a tank top. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She looked great.

Jen. Woah. Jen was wearing her black string bikini—the one she never actually wore. It made her cannons look even bigger. But, her hair—pig tails. She looked like she was seventeen.

"Jen!" I gasped. "Pigtails?"

She pointed Ann with a smirk. "She made me."

I went up to her and gave her a huge kiss. "This swimsuit looks incredible on you."

That made her smile.

"You like?" Ann asked me.

"Yeah! I love her suit. The pigtails are...well, they make her look almost...illegal."

She laughed, and then she reached into a drawer and pulled out rope. "Tie her up."

"What?" Jen spouted.

"I'm directing. You," she turned to me, "tie her up."

I took the rope.

"Jen, lay down on the bed with your arms above your head and your legs spread."

She did.

"Tie her up?" I asked.

Ann nodded. "Arms and legs."

The look Jen was giving me when I walked over with the rope: be careful, husband of mine. I smiled at her.

I tied her wrists together above her head, and then I tied her wrists to a slat on the headboard. I gave her about six inches of wiggle room. Then I made a knot around one of her ankles and tied it to the leg of the bed underneath the box spring. When I started to do it on the other side, she protested.

"Hey!"

It was a king-sized bed, our guest bed, and Jen's legs were about to be spread wide fucking open.

Ann ordered, "Do it, but try to give her a little room to move."

I secured her other leg in the same way, and then I readjusted the first leg to make sure she had about six inches of wiggle room for both. I stepped back and Jen squirmed a little.

She could move, but what she could not do is close her legs. I laughed.

"Fuck you. I hope you're next," she threatened.

"Here," I said, and I put a pillow under her head. "Better?"

She stuck her tongue out at me and, with the pigtails in her hair, I was half convinced that Jen had just turned into a teenager.

I was standing at the foot of the bed when Ann walked up to me. She said, "Take off my clothes."

I did.

"Take off yours."

I did.

She put her little hands on my chest and turned to Jen. "I've got your husband, Jen. He's all mine, and now you can't do anything about it."

Jen watched in silence. Did I see a ripple of fear pass over her face?

Ann turned me to face Jen. Sideways next to me, she smiled at Jen and ran her hand across my chest, over my nipple and down my stomach. Down further still.

I was growing down there.

She gripped my cock and cooed, "It's all mine, Jen."

Ann spun me part way around and now my back was mostly to Jen, but still a little sideways. Ann walked around in front of me and knelt. She peered around my waist at Jen, saying, "All mine."

Then, she pulled my cock to her lips. We were sideways enough that Jen had to have been able to see just the head of my dick. Ann was gloating, a look of total control and confidence on her face, and then she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock, staring at Jen. She moaned when she did it.

She pulled off and said, "Oh, fuck, Jen. He tastes so good." Then, she took me in again, bobbing along the shaft a few times and just watching Jen.

When she came away, she told Jen, "The first time I sucked this dick, I knew. I knew I had to take it from you. Make it mine. And now it is."

She deep throated me, and Jen must have seen my head tilt back. She must have heard me moan. She must have seen Ann's face disappear from view. She must have known how much of her husband's cock was inside her sister's mouth. And, Jen must have known that she had never been able to swallow that much dick.

Ann drew back from me, and she stared at Jen, dominance in her eyes. "Jen, you think you know, don't you, the first time I sucked this cock? You think it was that morning after our first time, don't you?"

I fucking froze. Ann drew herself out of Jen's line of sight and looked up at me. I was torn between terror and lust. Ann's eyes were full of self-possession. She lifted up my shaft and kissed and sucked on my balls. Fuck, it felt good. Fuck, Ann was insane. Fuck, Jen was going to kill me.

Then, she looked over at Jen again. "How many times, Jen, do you think he's woken up in the night, snuck into my room, and let me nurse on this big fucking dick?"

This was a fucking lie, and I wanted to say something, but Ann was too sexy, and it felt so fucking amazing. She tugged on my shaft and sucked on the very tip of my cock, in full view of Jen.

She ended it with a kiss and said, "The mornings after, when I woke up? I skipped breakfast." Then, she deep throated me again. When she slid off, she cooed, "I was already full, Jen." Once more, she worked deep down the shaft and took me almost, but not completely, all the way in. I grunted and said, "Oh, shit." I held her head there and felt her tongue and lips.
She stayed, and I held her there a long time. I was getting close.

Ann drew back and off. She rose up and grasped my cock. She said, "That's not all, Jen. Your man needed a pussy to lick, and once he got a taste of mine..." She let go of me, and told me to sit on the side of the bed.

I turned around, and I didn't want to look at Jen, but I had to. Was it shock I saw there on her face? I walked to the side and sat down, watching Ann, avoiding Jen.

Ann crawled on the bed between Jen's legs and said, "Let me show you what he'd do to me almost every night while you slept."

Jen squirmed and tried to close her knees on Ann, but Ann shoved them apart and got between them. She untied the bikini strings on both of Jen's hips and slipped off her bottoms. She nestled up against Jen's pussy. She extended her tongue, pressed it against Jen's lips, and drug it lazily up and across her clit. Then, Ann's mouth engulfed Jen's pussy, and I could see the rapid movements of her tongue indented on her cheek.

Jen moaned.

I saw that as maybe a good sign: she's not so pissed off at me that she can't enjoy this.

Ann drew back. The sisters stared at each other. Ann said, "Sometimes he came into my room while I was asleep, pulled my panties off, and just licked my pussy until I woke up." She folded her hands together, set her chin on them, and slowly lapped on Jen's clit.

Jen bit her lower lip and panted as Ann's licked. Then, Ann stopped and turned to me, "Get my vibrator."

I got up and walked around to her nightstand.

"See, Jen? He knows exactly where I keep it."

I paused, shook my head, and pulled out the device. I handed it to Ann. I never once looked at Jen. I went back to my spot.

Ann asked, "How did we he know that, Jen, unless he'd been in here many, many times?" She spread Jen out with her fingers, leaned forward, and sucked Jen's clit between her lips.

Jen groaned.

Ann kissed Jen's clit and rose up. "Oh, Jen. Before you even gave your permission, he fucked me. He didn't even ask me. He just grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over my pussy, and then shoved it in." She turned on the vibrator. She pushed the tip against Jen's clit. Jen moaned loudly. Ann rubbed it in slow circles, and Jen squirmed against it, gasping. Then, she slid it inside Jen and fucked her with it.

Jen turned to me and she muttered, "Oh, shit."

"Jen, I..."

"Don't," Ann commanded, "say anything."

Ann turned back to her work, continuing to shove the vibrator into Jen. She leaned forward and began flicking the tip of her tongue on Jen's clit.

In no time at all, Jen wailed and bawled her orgasm, tugging against the ropes with her arms and legs, but never escaping Ann's tongue and her plunging vibrator.

When Ann finally pulled it out and drew back, Jen whispered, "You little slut," and then went limp.

I stood up and whispered, "Ann, are you in-fucking-sane?"

She shushed me. "Untie her legs."

I did.

"Now, roll her over and tie her feet together."

I hesitated, but I did it. I wanted to see. I wanted to know what was going to happen next. My Jen was on her tummy, ass up, and tied up.

"Get the tube of K-Y out of the other nightstand," Ann ordered.

And I did. Fuck me, I did. She reached out, and I handed it to her.

"Jen?" Ann asked, gently.

She moaned in response.

Ann crawled up over Jen's body and whispered into her ear. I tried, but couldn't hear what she said.

Jen muttered, "Fuck you."

Ann moved back over Jen and straddled her upper thighs, just below her ass. Ann turned to me and said, "Trust me."

I nodded.

She turned back to Jen and said, "Another thing you don't know, Jen, is that your husband, during his little visits, he took a liking to my little asshole. Sometimes, he put his finger in it, like this." Ann put a dab of the lube on her finger, and then spread Jen's cheeks with the fingers of her other hand. She put the lubed finger on Jen's asshole and rubbed it around. Then, she slowly pushed it in.

Jen gasped. Ann worked it back and forth.

"Or two fingers, sometimes," Ann added, and then she pushed two fingers against Jen's little hole. It resisted, briefly, and then opened to let the two fingers slip in.

Jen popped her head up from the pillow and yelled, "Oh, fuck, oh!"

Ann slowly finger fucked her sister's ass.

"Come over, and flip her on her back," Ann said.

I crawled on the bed and rolled Jen over; Ann never stopped.

"Straddle her. Put that cock right in front of her eyes."

I did. I felt Jen's big fucking tits through her bikini top. The insides of my thighs squashed them together. My dick hovered over her face.

Ann said, "Jen, do you see that big dick in front of you?"

Jen opened her eyes, and she saw my cock, and then she looked past it to me. "I see it," she almost whispered. In her eyes was something like fear and lust.

"Your husband fucked my ass with that."

She nodded. "I know he did."

"What do you want him to do with it?"

Jen looked at me, her pig-tails dangling, and she whispered, "Put it in my ass." Then, she watched Ann's arm reach around me, holding the tube of K-Y. Ann squirted some on my shaft. Then, she set down the bottle, and stroked the lube up and down me. It was slippery; it was warm. Ann's little hands felt so good, but I didn't give a fuck about any of it.

I was thinking about fucking Jen's ass, and I was wondering how much Jen wanted this and how much she felt like she had no choice in the matter.

"Do it," Ann told me.

I scooted back over Jen's belly, and I ripped the bikini top off her. Jen, eyes glued to mine the whole time, cried, "Oh!"

I climbed off her. Ann said, "Turn her over and lift her up for me."

I did, and Ann slid underneath Jen, putting them in a sixty-nine position. I saw Jen's pig-tailed head sink down between Ann's legs. Ann tilted up and put her lips on Jen's pussy. She sucked on it, and then said, "Put that cock in her asshole.'

Jen tried to say something, but I couldn't hear. And I didn't really care. I was looking at Jen's fat little ass. It was pushed up in the air, ready.

I moved into position behind her. I grabbed the shaft of my dick and placed the tip up against Jen's tiny hole. I pushed, and she inhaled suddenly. A little harder, and she gasped. And a littler harder, she grunted and panted. Still harder.

The head broke through. Jen howled into Ann's pussy.

I was possessed by an overwhelming surge of power and control. This fucking cock, I thought, needs to go all the way in. The thought that it might really fucking hurt Jen did not occur to me in this madness. I gripped Jen's hips and began to drive my cock through her. It didn't happen suddenly or quickly; it was smooth. It vanished inside slowly, almost mechanically, like the steel piston of a hydraulic press. I didn't stop until my balls mashed against her pussy and my pubic hairs flattened against the outer edge of her little hole.

It was a total loss of control. I'm sure I heard things, but I don't know what the hell they were. I didn't know what was going on anywhere else besides that space measured in square inches around my cock. There could have been a fucking rhinoceros in the room with us, and I wouldn't have noticed. Not until I was all the way in.

Terror seized me as I emerged from this dark place. It was like waking up from a black-out drunk and sensing, through flashes of images in my mind, how I may have just totally fucked up everything that was good in my life. Was Ann shrieking at me to stop? Did I hear Jen crying and screaming? Was there blood? On Jen's wrists where she had thrashed against the tight ropes? On her ass where I had just cruelly impaled her? Oh, shit.

No.

"Jen! Oh, fuck! Jen! I'm sorry," I screamed, and I sprang up. I hit my head on something really fucking hard, and then I heard something fall over, off a shelf, maybe, and crash to the ground.

And then I heard laughter.

And then I saw, again, that I was...where the fuck was I? Ann and Jen were on the bed. Ann was on her hands and knees beside Jen. Jen was sitting up, her arms still tied to the headboard, her legs, secured together, were curled up under her. And they were laughing.

I rubbed my head. "Fuck."

"Are you with us?" Ann asked.

"Shit, I thought you cashed in!" Jen added.

"What the fuck just happened?" I demanded, and I realized where I was, and where I had been. I had been on the floor at the foot of the bed. When I got up, I must have smashed my head on the dresser and knocked over one of Ann's picture frames.

Jen saw the utter confusion on my face, and she lost it. She rolled back onto the bed and snorted and cackled as hard as I had ever seen.

Ann laughed, too, but she had enough control to tell me, between bursts. "You passed out! You put it in her, and then..." And then Ann rolled over onto her back, her chest shaking up and down with mirth.

Jen rose up to help Ann finish the story. Her face was red, and she could barely open her eyes. She shook with laughter. "Then, you fell off," she cackled, "fell off the back of the bed." She didn't quite finish the word "bed" before she, too, flopped back in a fit of screaming laughter.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

I watched these two beautiful, naked women cackle uncontrollably, and I chuckled a little bit, too. I liked them.

I jumped on the bed and started tickling them both. I yelled, "Hey, I hit my head really fucking hard!" They squealed and squirmed, and my fingers struck like forked lighting at their sensitive sides, tummies, necks, and asses.

I grabbed Ann and brought her over to Jen, and I held them both between my legs, and I kissed their lips and necks. When I pulled away, they turned to each other and kissed, and I caressed and sucked their nipples, listening to the sound of their laughter melt away.

A thought, like a tiny splinter of wood in my palm, nagged at me: how did we get to this place from where we had been? Jen was thinking I'd cheated on her. Ann planning to—I don't know—steal me or something. Had it been an act? Something they had planned?

I watched them kiss, and I looked at their bodies.

Yeah, I didn't give a shit.

I rubbed their pussies and let two fingers slip into each of them. I listened to them moan, and I watched their lips and tongues dance together.

Ann eventually broke the kiss. She asked Jen, "Do you want to try again?" There was a hint of a smile on her face. I added a third finger for Ann. She gasped.

"Oh, it's still funny, is it?" I accused her.

Jen laughed, and I gave her an extra finger, too. "Oh, shit. Yes, Ann!"

I pulled out.

Ann sat up, crawled to the edge of the bed, reached down and came back up, grasping the lube. Jen rolled over onto her tummy. Ann came to me and got me ready again, running her slippery hand along the entire length.

I didn't pull Jen up on her knees this time. I pressed her thighs together with mine, and I leaned forward on one hand, grasping my cock with the other. I wiggled it inside her ass crack until I found her little hole. I liked how her round cheeks hid the head of my cock in darkness, and how her booty, itself, gripped it.

I held it there and looked at Ann. Ann looked at Jen. Jen said, "Fuck my ass, baby."

I pushed the tip in and savored the grip of her muscle around it. With a pussy, it's a different kind of connection, more like a nail in a board. You can pry it out smoothly. An ass is more like a compression fitting—something is getting bent slightly out of shape by this connection.

Jen gasped and moaned. I liked seeing the sides of her tits, squashed out by her body weight against the mattress. I pushed deep into her, and she sucked in air and blew it out like she was maxing out on the bench press.

"Slowly," she cautioned.

I went slow. I reared up on my knees to free my hands, and I put them on her ass and spread her cheeks to see. Unbelievable, seeing my cock in Jen's ass. I looked at Ann, and her eyes bugged, her jaw gaped.

Ann said, "Jen, this is so fucking hot."

Jen nodded. This was hard work for her. The thought of her taking this from me—and doing it for me, really—took me to another level.

"I've got to see you, Jen," I said, and I pulled out and rolled her on her back. I untied her feet, put them over my shoulders, and hiked her ass into the air.

We looked at each other and she nodded, smiling. "You didn't pass out this time. Nice going."

"Fuck you, Jen."

"Do it. Fuck my ass."

"Babe, you are the best." I slipped back through and watched her cannons lurch with every thrust.

Ann said, "Spread her legs." After I did, Ann leaned in from the side and put her face in Jen's pussy.

I didn't like not being able to see Jen's asshole take my cock, but Jen's face made up for it. Pinched eyebrows, pouting lips, and eyes that gazed at me as if I were some cruel king that she loved in spite of my barbarity.

I shoved in deeper, watching the shock on her face and listening to her wail. Oh, shit, that was fucking awesome.

I was close.

"I'm going to put it all the way in, Jen." I was panting.

She nodded.

"And then I'm going to cum."

She nodded again.

Then I crammed whole fucking thing in her, pushing Ann's head away with my belly. Jen screamed and a vein bulged out of her forehead, and my cock jolted inside her, flexing and flooding her with cum. I didn't fuck it into her, I just kept driving my whole body against hers, planting it as far into her as I could.

"Fuck, Jen." I grunted.

She shrieked, "Oh, shit!"

My spasms ended, and I pulled out, ready to collapse.

But, Ann had instructions.

"Let her suck on it."

I crawled up to the headboard and untied Jen's wrists. She engulfed my dick like a starving woman. Ann put herself between Jen's legs and lazily ate her pussy.

I leaned on my side and called to her, "Ann, scoot your ass over here."

She did.

And, moments later, we were in some kind of oral sex triangle: Jen's lips on my cock, my tongue in Ann's pussy, and Ann's tongue in Jen's.