Stalemate's End

My little sister Tina married a very good-looking guy who was even younger than her. His name is Eric and he's one of those cute, naturally lean guys. You know-one of those guys who's always got that nice full package in their jeans, but you only notice it after your eyes trail down his good-looking face and over his flat belly, and then when you DO notice the groin it's like getting slapped and it makes you all hot and wet. Well, here's the thing. Tina is a shrew, and Eric is a preacher. That's right, he's a man of God, head of a flock, a spreader of the Gospel. He'd never been anything less than immaculately polite, and I knew from talking to Tina that she assumed that meant was strictly missionary position, twice a week or so, so that's all she gave him. Tina has always kept me informed of what their sex life is like, because she thinks I don't have one and it seems like a good thing to rub in my face. But last week, she mentioned that she'd been holding out on him over some little argument or other-something financial. I almost dropped the phone when she told me that she had rebuffed him for over a month. He's only 25, so I knew he was either masturbating wildly-which I doubted-or he was about ready to burst. Tina laughed when I said as much, and then went on rambling about church socials and how good the food is. It is true that I don't get out as much as I should, and I definitely don't have sex as much as I want to. I'm just too busy. But unlike my sister, I don't go to church, I work, I stay in shape, and I really, really enjoy getting a good fucking. I always have. I love men, everything about them, from the stubble to the greasy hands to the ease they find themselves aroused over every bimbo on a beer commercial. I was working a lot of overtime then, and when the extra business at my job slowed down, I found myself imagining Eric naked, imagining him jacking off, wishing for someplace warm and moist to put his stiff member. It was doubly exciting because he was both a Pastor and my little sister's young hubby. So when Tina called to tell me she was sending Eric over with the hide-a-bed sofa I was buying from them, my mind started working overtime. It wasn't difficult to get her to joyfully announce that no, it had been six weeks since they'd had sex at all and no end to the holdout in sight-apparently he wasn't jumping high enough for her. That's when I made up my mind to help him win their little stalemate. He showed up that evening with the sofa in back of a pickup he had borrowed from one of his flock for just that purpose. He was wearing tight white jeans and a simple light blue pocket T-shirt, and he looked delicious. He couldn't have been dressed any better for what I had in mind, either. And I made sure I was in something skimpy enough to catch his eye-it was never hard for me to do that-a lean here, a bend there. Tina had confirmed my suspicions that he was an ass man, so I took advantage of my fitness to tease him with mine. But I didn't plan to stop with teasing this time, although I did plan to give him plenty to see in the halter top and leather mini I was wearing. He and I moved the heavy, awkward hide-a-bed in much more quickly than he'd expected, and we both plopped down on the bed we'd made out (have to test these things, you know) to catch our breath. Then I went to my kitchen and got two very tall, very full glasses of grape juice. Yes, it's clichŽ, but it worked. I spilled the juice all over him, I made sure of that, especially his crotch. I acted quite sorry when he leaped to his feet, but he wasn't expecting me to be as forward as I was in pulling his shirt off over his head. He did let me, though, because I was rambling about how bad grape juice stains are. I stared right in his eyes as I unfastened his jeans. I said, "These have to go in the wash, so come with me and I'll try and find something for you to wear in the meantime."

He followed me and stripped obediently in front of my washing machine. I wasn't looking, although I wanted to see that package of his bared and raw...I was bent over with my ass facing him, knowing that he was getting aroused by stripping off his pants and underwear while looking at my exposed behind. I was sure to give a wiggle as I dug around my dirty clothes basket, and-can you believe it!-I found nothing for him to put on. How sad. I turned around and he was blushing furiously, his hands cupped over his groin, his eyes looking at me with a lust I don't think he realized was evident. His clothes started washing and I told him we could sit on the bed and he could cover up with the sheet, since it was already stained. He agreed it would be best. I watched his firm, bare ass the whole way to the living room. My cunt was on fire by this time. I wanted him so badly, and I knew he was turned on. As he sat on the bed and reached for the sheet, I sat next to him and just pulled him toward my lap, laid him back in my arm like he was a child, grabbed his big, incredibly full balls, and bit his bottom lip. He closed his eyes with a heavy sigh and shoved his tongue into my mouth as I felt his cock spring to life between my fingers. He was so hungry for me that in moments he was grunting, shoving his hardness through my hand as if he had never been laid in his life, sucking ferociously on my tongue. His hand found its way to my ass and he was fucking my fist and digging his nails into my cheek viciously, making me even hotter to feel his now thick and pulsing rod deep inside me. I stood up in front of him and lifted my skirt, under which I wore nothing at all-my bare ass was inches from his face. "Do you like what you see, Eric?" I asked "Oh yes," he said. "Then take it," I told him. He pulled me down on top of him and his dick slid inside me with a wet plop and two loud gasps of pleasure. I bounced on him only three times before he wiggled back onto the bed and bent me over. He pulled the top off completely and slid my tits out of my sports bra, kneading them roughly as he began a steady, hard fucking of my hot snatch. I began to shudder as his hands fondled me everywhere, his hot grunting breath in my ear, his rock-hard dick pistoning in and out of me over and over and over. He lasted a dozen times as long as I expected, and his mouth was all over my neck and back and his hands were pinching my nipples, my clit, and then the world went white and I came on his busy shaft. He grunted constantly with every stroke, like an animal, and he grew louder when my orgasm spasmed my cunt tightly on his throbbing penis. I felt my hot juices flow down his prick and I felt his head deep in my belly. I reached down to feel his sack as he fucked me hard and he whimpered between grunts, right in my ear. "Eric," I gasped, "does Tina let you fuck her ass?" "Nooooo," he moaned, never ceasing his slowly increasing rhythm. "Ever fuck a girl's ass, Eric?" I moaned back, feeling incredibly sinful and hot as fucking hell. "Nooooo," he said again. I felt his already-hard cock get even stiffer inside me, and just thinking about putting his cock in my ass caused him to start slapping into me much quicker. "Fuck me in my ass, Eric," I hissed through clenched teeth, looking him right in the eye as he bit my shoulder. "Put your big hard cock in my tiny little asshole and fuck me hard, baby. Do it now!" He pulled back only enough to get out of my sopping wet cunt, and then he spread my cheeks. A moan escaped his lips when he saw my asshole, and I shook it as he stared. "Put your dick in it, honey," I said as he stared in raw lust at my rosebud. He grabbed his cock with one hand and roughly, inexpertly, shoved his stiffness deep into my rear end. I yelled, because he was big, and hard, and it hurt, and I wanted it.

He screamed when he buried himself inside my tiny hole, and so did I. He wasn't gentle at all, and I realized that my sister was a damned fool because Eric was a hell of a good fuck. He ripped all my clothes off. He slammed the hell out of me, using his hard rod like the real man I suspected him of being. He fucked me hard and fast for his own pleasure, giving me mine as a result, not being fake-happy to please me, but using me how I needed used because it's what he wanted to do. I gasped each time his hips slammed into the cheeks of my ass, his pulsing rod splitting my asshole apart, his big balls slapping into my wet cunt, and I again reached down and felt that big lovely sack as he drilled into me over and over. He lasted like no other man I've been with, for a full hour he simply grunted and pumped in and out of my spread bottom. He did as he pleased to my body, sucking my lips, biting my shoulder, pinching and squeezing my ass cheeks, groping my bare tits, sliding his fingers in and around my dripping pussy. "I want to cum on your butt," he said, finally, his shyness to say 'ass' making me want him even more. "Do it baby," I told him, putting my head down and reaching down between my legs again to tickle his now-hard scrotum. He slid out of me and laid his long, firm cock between my cheeks, which he grabbed and closed tightly over his dick, fucking between them. "Oh, YEAH," he cried. His balls pulsed on my fingertips. I grabbed his undulating sack in my hand and felt his hot jizz splatter on my lower back and dribble down into the crack of my ass while his testicles throbbed rhythmically on my palm, my fingers snaking around the pulsing edges. He gyrated his hips up as he released his enormous, frustrated load between his admittedly evil sister-in-law's firm, bare ass cheeks. I'd never felt a man cum so much. It felt like a cup of hot coffee had been dripped onto my back and ass. It ran down the crack of my ass and mingled with the juices I had made, onto my new bed sheets, dripping off both sides of my waist. He collapsed into a sitting position, and when I looked at him, there was no remorse evident, only relief. I stood with a smile, kissed him, and put my ass in his face. "Here's another first for you, baby," I said. "I want you to lick yourself off me, but don't swallow it. Keep it in your mouth." He grabbed my hips eagerly, pulled me to his face and I felt his hot tongue lapping all over the back side of my lower body. He pulled me into his lap, and I kissed him, taking all of his sweet-and-sour cum into my own mouth. It was heavenly, and I swallowed all that he had to give, which was a surprisingly large mouthful. And then he stood me up, holding my hips like he had just done, and his tongue was on my ass again. He held me in place by my hips and started licking again, and then he turned me to face him, his nose slowly sliding down into my pubic hair but that is a story for another day.

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