MY SISTER-IN-LAW AND HER HUNGRY REAR. Me: I don't know if I should be telling you this. I mean, I wouldn't want it to get around. My poor brother, you know, he doesn't have a clue about what goes on when he's away. But then how dumb must he be? If you marry a gorgeous woman like Louise, you've got to know how to please her, and you've got to have the time to please her, or as sure as night is black, she's going to find someone who will.

Louise: All I want is a guy who knows how to take his time. A guy who won't lose control when I roll over, and tell him to get his length a little dirty. Me: You see, a few months back my brother rang up out of the blue inviting me over, saying he wanted to show off his new barbecue.

I suspected he and Louise were fighting.

David's always busy with work, and I just don't think he knows how to look after a woman like Louise. He's asked me over before to have a talk to her, help chill things out. And as it turns out, Louise and I get on really well. Too well. Louise: Yeah babe, too well. That's why I have to wash the sheets after every visit.

And that's why my butt feels like it's glowing for about a week afterwards. Me: My brother married a very attractive woman.

One of those softer blondes, you know the ones with fine downy hair all over - makes them smooth to touch. And Louise has a sort of grace, a bearing, you know, like her mind's always on higher matters. Cool grey eyes.

Louise: Don't believe him, I'm not some dream queen, I'm real.

I'm right here.

I'm into the body. Let's toy each other's sweat. I want to know what your cum tastes like. Me: Shhh. Let me explain. So, I went to their place, and David stopped me outside the front door. He said Louise was stressed about something, and he was worried because she wouldn't tell him what the problem was.

He said she might come clean to me.

Louise: Come clean? No, I just want to cum.

Play the clean bit. Me: So basically, just when David gets the barbecue going, his work calls, and he's got to head off. Some problem on a construction site.

Might have to supervise the situation well into the night. Doesn't know what time he'll be back. Louise: Bye bye hubby, work hard.

Don't worry I'll look after your brother.

Me: I mix Louise a gin and tonic. A double. She mixes me a double scotch and dry. The summer sky burns, and we sit by the pool drinking and staring at each other. She rubs her wet, cool glass up her stomach, leaving a glistening trail. Her thumb twigs the string of her bikini top, and pops it undone, freeing her tits, letting them swell nude to each side, daring me. I feel my length shift and rise in my shorts. The urge to play this woman, to peel apart the lips of her private part and turn her inside out, drives me mad. Louise takes an ice cube from her drink and touches it to each nipple. They rise and thicken, their red arrow-tips pointing up to the sun. Louise grins open mouthed, her full pink tongue beckoning me. Louise: Mmmmm. Oh, that makes my tits feel good. Oh, they're very sensitive you know. Your brother is so lazy, he doesn?t suck them nearly enough.

How's your length feeling? Are you hard yet? Me: Oh, Louise. David, you know, what about David? Louise: David works a lot. He has to go away on business, and I get so frustrated. I'm too young and horny to be left alone.

Me: She gets up and slinks over to the foot of my chair.

Louise: I want to suck my brother-in-law's length. I want to roll my tongue around until you start jamming it down my throat. Oh, look at that, your shorts have a pole inside them. Oh well, maybe I better go inside. Me: She's hanging in the air, leaning long and low over my chair. The big nubs of her nipples touch my thighs and I jump, spilling some scotch.

She toys her lips again, that gorgeous full tongue promising to slide all over my length. Louise: I'd rub my tits on you all day, but I've got other stuff to do. I better go clean the house.

Me: She stands up, glass in hand, on about her fifth gin and tonic, and does this wiggly-wiggly walk over to the sliding doors into the house. Louise: Oooh what's this on the ground? David's dropped a business card. Me: Then she doesn't squat down to pick up the card - instead, she keeps her beautiful legs straight, with her back to me, and she just bends forward so I'm staring right at her arse, the red line of her bikini riding narrowly up her crack. I mean, I'm losing my breath, it's such a turn on. My length is iron, it knows exactly where it wants to be. I'm staring, transfixed by these wonderful, tanned, toned, tight, female arsecheeks. My sister-in-law's. Louise: I'd like to show you where I want your full attention. Me: And then, would you believe it? She snakes a hands up between her legs, and one of her long slender fingers slides underneath the red bikini string that's in her butt crack - and she thrusts her butt out a little more - and with the string hooked, she curls her finger in towards her palm, bringing the bikini with it, gliding it over to the side. A little puff of soft downy hair peeps out, and then, bang, I'm staring directly into the little bud of this woman's delicate location. Louise: Do you think your length is hard enough? I've got a very tight arehole. Me: She lets the bikini flick back into place and walks into the house. I'm right behind her, I'm all over her. Her tits are heavy in my hands. Her neck takes each of my bites, I squeeze her cheeks, trace fingers over her mound and slip them across her delicate location. She grabs my hand and tries to stuff it in her. Me: Oh Louise, oh? Louise: Ohhhh, your fingers, push them all into me. Oh, toy me.

Oh, toy my cunt. Oh that's so good. Oh let me suck you as well. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. What a delicious length. Ohhh, toy lower, toy lower, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeassss, toy my? toy my arse, oh yes, push your tongue into my arse. Yes! I want to masturbate while you play me up the arse. Come on, play me up the arse.

Please play me up the arse! Please? Me: My length's pulsing as Louise rolls back, her butt up in the air, her butthole even wetter than her cunt. Her fingers play madly over herself, rubbing her personal place and dipping into her arse. Louise: Come on, come on, put your length in my arse.

Me: I take one last toy across the hungry tear in her body.

Louise: Oh, play me? Me: And then put the pulsing head of my erection against her puckering shit warmth. She pushes back and the tip of my manhood disappears into her.

Louise: Come on, push it all the way in. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Me: Oh, play that feels good.

Yeah? Oh your arse. Louise: Ah, ow. Me: Is it hurting? Louise: A bit but it's good. Oh, push. Me: Her fingers blur as she frigs her personal placeoris.

I hold my breath to try and stop from cumming, watching in awe as her tight warmth clings to my length on the out stroke, then swallows it whole as I drive back into her. Louise: I'm gonna cum, I'm gunna cum, I'm gunna cum. Oh play me, play me. This is the best sex there is.

Oh, your length feels so playing good, oh goddamnit play me up the arse! I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Me: She bucks back, slamming her butt cheeks into my groin, forcing as much length-meat up her delicate location as she can get. Her shoulders twist and she whips her hair from side to side, spasming and groaning into the rug. I join her in madness, pumping shot after shot of steaming cum deep into her bowels. Me: Take the cum! Take the cum! Louise: Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, you bastard, play me! Oh yessssssssss. Me: I collapse on top of her. She sobs into the rug, exhausted, slick with sweat, filled with cum. Gradually my length softens and is pushed out by her anal muscles reasserting their control. Her delicate location closes, a cum smeared mash of hairs and stale lust.

Louise: Oh, I want you to come once a week. I need this. David doesn't understand. Every week I want you to come here and pump your spunk up my arse. Me: And I do visit Louise every week. Now she's told me to bring a friend from the gym, and a camera even.

Oh my poor dumb brother? Maybe you'd like to come along sometime. We're very.