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PART 2: HER |
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By Margo Perry
Joe’s cock was growing under my hand. Through his pants, I found the tip and rolled it gently in my fingers, until it oozed pre-cum. He squirmed, trying to get away, but I held him captive, my tits against his back and my pelvis pressing into his ass. I left him nowhere to go, but through the closed window.
“Please stop. She’s coming.”
We could see Sally locking her car. I slapped Joe’s ass and turned away from him.
“Thanks!”
He sounded so grateful that I laughed my way down the hall. Back in the guest room, I eased the door shut and dropped onto the bed.
Whew!
I could still feel Joe’s eyes, devouring my tits and his cock plunging deep inside me. I’d met breast-lovers before, but had never connected with one, certainly never found one irresistible, until now. And all I wanted was more. I ached for him.
Why your sister’s fiancé?
That question seemed too broad and deep, so I shut it down. I’d walked in Sally’s shadow all my life and, if she could help it, she’d never tolerate my stepping out of it. Sally didn’t come second or lose things, especially to me, and certainly not a boyfriend.
Suddenly, I was wretched with doubts. Sally would fight for Joe, a good man, an honest man. It was highly possible that reason could win over passion, virtue over self interest and he’d demand that I forget everything that had happened. I imagined Joe confessing, Sally forgiving and their make-up sex. Or maybe they were eating pizza right now, blissfully ignorant of the other’s infidelity, looking forward to going to bed, making love and dreaming of their wedding day.
You’re driving yourself crazy!
In every scenario, I was the loser. I jumped up and shed my clothes. I examined my naked body in the mirror hanging from the closet door. I was still plump, my mouth was still too wide and my eyes too big, too owl-like. But, my overgrown breasts hung low, past my belly button and Joe loved my tits. I closed my eyes, imagining myself through his, and when I opened them again, I looked and felt beautiful.
A considerate guest would’ve stayed in her room, allowing her hosts their privacy. But that’s not who I was. I was a predator, acting on instinct, on adrenaline. I didn’t have a plan. I just had to know what was going on.
I climbed into my jeans and pulled an oversized football jersey over my head. Sally wouldn’t see a seductress, but Joe would see nothing, but my luscious low hanging fruit.
I grabbed my phone and called Sally. She answered on the first ring.
“I was afraid you’d gone to bed. Get out here! I want to talk to you!”
Sally was making it easy for me. I whistled as I left the room and followed the smell of pizza to Sally who was sitting at the table, dressed in her perfect white suit, draining wine from a water glass. I could hear Joe opening and closing doors in the kitchen.
“Sally-O!”
I hadn’t called her that since childhood. She jumped up and hugged me more honestly and tightly than she had when I’d first arrived. She pulled away almost at once, though.
“There’s my Joe.”
“Hi Joe,” I echoed.
I was holding Sally at arm’s length. Something was missing.
“Where are your earrings?” I hissed.
“Shit!” I could feel her hot breath on my ear. “I must’ve left them at the motel.”
I turned my attention to Joe who stood motionless, his face a priceless mix of surprise, excitement and downright fear. For him two sisters were definitely not better than one.
“I’m going to grab a shower,” he blurted out. “Give you ladies a chance to visit.”
“We’ll save you some pizza.” Sally pecked Joe on the cheek, in passing. “It’s time for us sisters to do some drinking.”
Sally disappeared into the kitchen. I knew she had a phone call to make. Her earrings were somewhere putting her relationship with Derek at risk.
I walked over to Joe, put my arms around him and pressed my breasts into his chest.
“Please let me go. You know I can’t resist you.”
His body was betraying him. He pulled me closer, pressing his whole body into me and we both groaned.
“Alright, I’ll let you go for now, baby, but not for long.”
I nibbled his ear before releasing him and laughed, as he rushed away, as if pursued by the devil himself. He was right to be scared. I was just as dangerous and twice as determined.
Through the service window, into the middle of the kitchen, I could see Sally giggling into the telephone. I sat down at the table to wait.
All I wanted was to follow Joe into the shower and soap his back, front and sides. So far, our relationship had been a firestorm of sex and sensuality and the ashes were still burning bright. Just thinking about it made me want to touch myself.
Sally had her back to me. I opened my legs and massaged my pussy through my jeans. I got wet fast and it felt so good.
“Oh Joe, Joe …
I kept my eye on Sally. I remembered Joe’s cock in my mouth. I could feel its spongy firmness and I could still taste it. His sex had deep flavours, a salty edge and a unique and immediately addictive smell. I wanted that smell to be mine and only mine, always.
I locked my teeth to keep from screaming. I was coming. My pussy juice had saturated denim and oozed onto my fingers. It was bliss, a warm relaxing wave washing over me, until Sally turned around and started toward the fridge. I sat up straight, crossed my legs and squeezed the last bit of pleasure out of my orgasm.
I could hear Sally moving about in the kitchen and my heart thumped with anxiety. I had one mission and that was to steal Joe, my sister’s fiancé, with as little bloodshed as possible. My first mission was to find out what Sally had been up to this evening. The very idea of Sally and Joe getting married at the end of the week took care of any guilt or any self recrimination I might have felt. So complete was my obsession.
I didn’t wait for her to sit down.
“Spill!”
Sally sat close to me. She needed to talk, and I needed to listen. Sally was so excited, so on edge that it was hard to keep up with her.
“He’s still there. His wife decided to stay at home. He has my earrings.”
I understood that the earrings were the last thing on her mind. I understood that when she’d met Derek, residual feelings had wiped away years, rendered Derek’s marriage invisible for as long as it had taken for them to fuck their brains out, right there in his car, right there in the motel parking lot.
We sipped our wine.
I suffered through the details of their room service, ordered but not eaten; of orgasms experienced, more overwhelming and frequent than she’d have thought possible. I looked at her closely. She looked miserable. Her blue eyes were muddy and she was twisting her fingers into a pretzel.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“I really want to go back.”
I can’t remember ever seeing Sally look so vulnerable and I understood. She wanted Derek like I wanted Joe. Maybe we’d be able to work this thing out. Somehow . . .
“You seem pretty stuck on Derek. How does he feel about you?”
“We love each other. We’ve always loved each other.”
The tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Perhaps it’s time to rethink these marriage plans of yours. Seems you and Derek have unfinished business.”
“But, he’s married. He’s not going to leave his wife.”
“I thought you said he loved you.”
“He does, but ... I need to call him.”
With that, Sally disappeared back into the kitchen. She was calling Derek, her back to me, but I could feel her excitement. She was back in a minute.
“I need you to cover for me. I’ll never get this chance again. I want to spend the night with Derek.”
“What about Joe?”
“Tell him I left my earrings with the girls and that I’ve gone to get them. He might be pissed, but I’ll make it up to him tomorrow.”
“If you’re sure,” I said.
Sally couldn’t get out of the door fast enough. Over-confidence is a dangerous thing. I was humming as I went to find Joe.
Again I heard him before I saw him, but this time his voice was not raised in argument. It was a sad and soulful song singing out of a guitar. Joe was sitting on the edge of the bed in the third bedroom of the condo, wearing only a robe. He was bent over his instrument, his face a mask of concentration. He hadn’t made it far from the shower.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed and enjoy a slice of pizza? I know how hungry you must be.”
“Where Sally?”
There were so many ways I could have answered that question. I decided to keep it simple.
“She left her earrings with the girls. She’s gone to get them.”
“Strange thing to leave behind? At this hour? Couldn’t it wait till morning? Is she driving back here tonight?”
The questions came hard and fast like bullets from an automatic. Joe was suspicious, Joe was hurt. Joe was frustrated and it was all about Sally.
“I really need to spend some time with her, after . . ..”
His voice drifted off.
I could read his thoughts: He was planning a heart to heart with his fiancée. He was planning to confess, put me behind him and annihilate us. I knew I had to do something. But what?
Joe put down his guitar, ending the dirge he was playing. He was staring into the distance, looking through me, past me. I had to do something!
Before he could ask me to, I left the room, dashed to the guest room, grabbed my bra and a matching pair of panties, from the pile of clothes on my bed, and raced back. Joe still sat staring.
Now what?!
I stood right in front of him and tugged my sweatshirt over my head. My tits swung below my waist. My extended nipples gave my game away, signalling my arousal, but my face was all business, and Joe was too confused and upset to think straight.
“I think you need to sort things out with Sally.”
“I do,” he said, trying not to look at me as I approached the bed. “How can I talk to her when she’s not even here?”
“You can’t, but I know where they are. We can go find her. She’s planning on staying the night and she hasn’t eaten. I bet we could find her in the restaurant.”
“Do you think so?”
Eureka!
I imagined my breasts looking bigger with every step I took. I exaggerated the sway of my hips and, with a gentle shift of my shoulders, the pendulous orbs swayed side to side, as did his eyes.
“Help me with this,” I said, tossing him my bra.
Joe seemed too stunned to react. The bra grazed his arm, landed on the bed and I moved in for the kill.
Joe groaned as I pulled his head into my cleavage. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, as his head disappeared and he struggled for breath.
“Stop! You’re not helping!”
He shoved me away roughly. I stumbled, regained my balance and smiled. Joe was in trouble, I knew it and he knew it. But, he’d been rough and he’d have to be punished.
I took my time, bending over the bed, retrieving my bra. I feigned trouble getting into it.
“Please help me.”
I backed into him, chest raised, arms stretched behind, holding my bra. His fingers trembled, as he fumbled with the clasps. His cock, hard a nails, was jabbing at my thigh and the operation took as long as I could manage.
Finally, I stepped away, faced Joe and adjusted my breasts inside the bra with elaborate care.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?”
Joe got up, and his robe fell apart. His cock, ramrod straight, led the way.
“Damn,” I said, pointing to my panties.
I quickly unzipped and stepped out of my Jeans. My breasts lay over the spread, as I bent over the bed to grab my panties. My ass was lifted high in the air. Joe groaned. I sighed and spread my legs.
“Damn you!”
He grabbed my hips, pulled me into him, even as he plunged. He was taking me, losing any tinge of helplessness. I made him work. I twisted, causing my tits to bounce and sway. I moaned and groaned my pleasure, until he threw me onto the bed and forced himself between my legs. He fucked my brains out. Again.
This is a man who’s not being taking care of …
I lifted my hips high and ground into him, until he came in a silent scream and collapsed onto me.
He was sober, as we showered together.
“When I marry, it’s going to be forever and I’m going to be a faithful husband.”
“I believe you.”
We dried each other off and then dressed.
“Forget the pizza. I need to talk to Sally. I can’t be this person.”
I was relieved when he took my hand.
“You stay. I need to do this alone.”
“I want to be with you. I’ll have a bite, while you deal with Sally, and then drive one of the cars back.”
“Okay. That pizza has become a bad memory. You must be hungry.”
“I am,” I said.
“Okay, if you’re sure,” he said. “This is going to be hard on all of us.” Harder than you think, Joe.
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