0 comments/ 52048 views/ 1 favorites The Sister of My Friend By: corps This story is a work of fiction intended for adults only. Any similarities between characters and events in the story and the real world are either incidental or have been put there to increase the suspension of disbelief and would certainly not be admissible in any kind of court. I hope you enjoy this story and any and all comments are truly appreciated, The Author Prologue I had seen Helen at one of my friends birthday party one year, running around and flirting with all of her brothers male friends. She had not shed all of her puppy fat yet, and was wearing a tight dress that was probably a size or two too small. I didn’t mind the view too much, but restrained myself somewhat since my wife was with me and I realised that Helen was still not of legal age. I got through the party without making too much of a fool out of myself, but I felt strangely attracted by the girl just about to turn into a beautiful woman. At the end of the party, just when we were about to leave, Helen gave me a warm and sweet hug that sent signals to all the wrong places. In the car I had trouble concentrating on driving home while trying to hide the hard-on from my wife. When we finally got back home to our apartment I just had to fuck my wife hard, all the while imagining doing the same with Helen. In fact, I was so turned on that I had to jerk off afterwards, thinking of Helen, when my wife finally had fallen asleep. After a few days I managed to get her out of my mind, fortunately. The First Flirt Almost a whole year after the birthday party I got a visitor at work that made me forget everything else (including my important work) for a while. I heard a careful knock on the door and, when I opened it, Helen was standing outside the door. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a top that showed off her wonderful breasts. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was using a push-up bra, that’s for sure. She must have felt quite confident with her figure and looks, otherwise she would probably not have worn such a revealing outfit. She sat down and we had a long conversation about nothing in particular, in fact I still cannot quite recall all the subjects that we talked about that day. I’m very sure about at least one thing, though: I babbled. I probably made a complete of myself, trying to find yet another subject that might be interesting enough for her to stay around for just a little while longer. After a few hours our talk finally ended when my wife called, wanting to know when I would come home that evening. I felt my voice almost cracking up when I told her “I’ll be home in a few minutes, dear. I’m just waiting for a printer to finish.” Helen was at that time trying not to laugh hysterically (I had made a few jokes just before the call, and those together with my lie were apparently enough to crack her up), so I ended the telephone call quickly before my wife could hear her. Helen laughed, winked and said, “I like a man with humour”. She gave me a big hug that I didn’t want to end too quickly, and apparent she didn’t either. We parted after swapping telephone numbers and email addresses. I looked at my desk and realised I had a LOT of work to do the next day. The Friendship We certainly did keep in touch through e-mails, a few per day at least. Over the next few months we really found a deep friendship evolve, and my respect for her grew each day. We talked about anything that might pop up, including different kinds of relationships, her studies and my work. One subject appeared a bit more frequent than it should have – sex. She had a few misconceptions about the subject, since she was very interested in it but still a virgin, but most of these were at least partly addressed during our e-mail conversations. My wife did eventually find out that I was chatting to Helen, but after the expected “I don’t like you flirting too much, especially not with someone so young” talk she realised that I still loved her and had no intention of straying. Oh boy, was I wrong. The First Cut Helen had her birthday and a party (to which neither me nor my wife was invited, by the way), but that didn’t change a thing. We were still chatting along as we had done for quite some time. We had reached a stage were we knew exactly when the other would misinterpret an innocent comment, turning it into an invitation to something not quite as innocent, and because of that added lots of comments with double meaning to our e-mails. Every once in a while she would come by my work for an afternoon chat, but these were so innocent especially in comparison to the e-mails. Things changed, though. Helen came by my work on a Thursday afternoon. She was having a bad day, and needed someone to talk to. A big test in a subject she detested was coming up at school, and one of the guys in her class that she wanted to have as friend had fallen for her. I listened to her, trying to help her as much as I could. After an hour or so I was pretty much up to date with all the latest news in her life, but I felt something was still nagging her. “Could you do me a big favour?” she asked. “Sure”, I said helpfully, “what can I do for you?” “My back is so tense, could you do something about it? Please…” This was exactly the thing I was afraid of. I love giving massages and back rubs, but it’s so easy to let the mind wander and think about what I really would like to do to the person I’m massaging. I knew I couldn’t say no to her, so I took her to a resting room and locked the door behind us. She laid herself face down on top of the bed in the resting room. I started to gently coax the stiffness out of her back, massaging trough the fabric of her top. The main tension was in her lower back, and when working out the stiffness I couldn’t help noticing her fantastic behind, just within my reach but still so far away. I fell into a daydream about what I really wanted to massage at that very moment. “… massaging that spot?” I heard through the daydream, realising that I had missed the first part of the sentence. “Sorry, what did you say? My mind was just wandering.” I said. “Yeah, sure,” She said. “Probably thinking about how much you wanted to caress my behind, didn’t you?” My mind was racing – was I really that easy to read? I knew I had gone too far in my daydreaming; I should have listened to her instead. She looked at me over her shoulder with a smile and said “Gotcha!” I looked straight into her eyes and said, “Yes, but you are too young and I’m a happily married man.” Her smile grew bigger and she started to giggle. She looked down onto the bedspread rather than at me and said, “I’ve been of legal age for over two weeks now…” That half-finished sentence hit me harder than any rock could. I would be stoned to death in some communities for the very same act that my mind was contemplating at precisely that moment. I realised that she could be giving me an invitation, or (more likely) was just teasing me as she had done in the e-mails numerous times already. The latter certainly was the more prudent way of thinking and I managed to twist my thought away from the former. “And I’m still much too old for a beautiful young girl like you” was all the repartee I managed to put together. Pitiful, wasn’t it? I resumed the massaging, painfully aware of both her behind and my cock hardening between my legs. I tried to find tensed muscles further up in her back but to no avail, it was only her lower back that needed the attention. I realised that I was unable to get her muscles completely relaxed and told her so, to which she answered “Do keep on massaging, it feels so good.” Just when I realised I couldn’t take any more and was about to call it quits she suddenly tensed up quite badly. I asked, “What is it?” She replied, “You were about to stop, weren’t you?” “Yes,” I answered honestly. “Just five minutes more, and a little further down” she begged me. I knew no good could come of this, but I was unable to say no to this teen temptress. My fingertips were probing for a sore spot at the top of the pelvis, but none was there to be found. Trying to keep my cool I started to move up again when she told me to continue downwards. I realised I had no control over my hands as they started to caress her behind. I wanted to touch her everywhere simultaneously. I heard a soft moan come from her slightly parted lips and her body was barely noticeably moving from side to side. That’s when it happened: My mobile phone rang! Trying to reach it as quickly as possible I slipped on the bedspread and fell but still got up in time to answer the call from my wife before she hung up on me. She asked me why I wasn’t home already and I had to tell her I had been a little preoccupied (no kidding?) here in the lab (hmm…) and had lost all sense of time (true). I told my wife that I would go home in a few minutes and hung up. I looked at Helen. She was lying there, looking not quite as innocent as the first time I had seen her. Her hair was in shambles, her top had been twisted somewhat because of the massage and her gaze was anything but clear… I so wanted her right then and there, but managed to restrain myself. I helped her to her feet and we both tidied up somewhat before going to our respective homes. As I got home from work that day I was feeling very guilty and, probably because of that, pampered my wife the entire evening. When we finally got to bed I was full of energy and used some of it to make sure that she had a wonderful memory of that day. On the following morning my wife did ask me about a bruise on my right hip and I told her (at least some of) the truth; that I tripped when I was going to answer the mobile phone. The Sister of My Friend Ch. 2 My wife was out of town a few days about one week after the last “incident” had happened, and all I could think of was sex. On Friday afternoon after I made sure that everything was as it was supposed to be at work, having put in a few extra hours to make up for those that I had lost reading and answering personal e-mails, reading newsgroups and chatting with friends (including Helen). I took a slight detour on my way home to rent a few smut videos for later that weekend. When I got home I took care of all the chores that had to be done, including feeding myself, before planting myself I front of the TV. I was just browsing among the available channels when the doorbell rang and I got up to open the door. Outside, in a short skirt and a summery blouse, was Helen. She knew my wife was out of town and wanted to spend some time with me. We had a nice cup of tea, chatted leisurely and watched TV for a while until she noticed the plastic bag containing the rented videos. I just wanted to disappear from the face of the Earth! She asked, “What’s that?” “Just a few videos that I’m planning to watch later this weekend,” I told her truthfully. “Probably not something that you would be interested in.” “May I look at them?” I was seriously contemplating the idea of saying no, but apparently she mistook my lack of immediate answer as a positive. She opened up the bag and looked astounded at the videos it contained, then with utter disbelief directly at me. “Do you really like porn? This looks like hardcore porn.” “Yes, I do and it is,” I told her. “Would you look at a program about preparing food if you are hungry?” I knew the analogy and answered promptly with a smile “No, I would look at a program about preparing food if I wanted to become hungry.” She knew I got her there, and we bantered the subject for a while. She had apparently soaked up all the bad publicity that it had gotten without really giving it much thought. After we had spoken about it for quite some time I asked her “Have you ever watched porn?” “No, I haven’t. I have read quite a lot of porn, but all such films appear to be too detailed. I want to use my imagination, not be spoon fed what every man wants,” she said. “Do you really believe that all films are made in the same style?” “No, but they are made by men and for men,” she answered. “There are many different types of porn available,” I told her, “going from the abstract to the very direct with extreme close-ups. The abstract type, preferred by some women, containing long scenes with few close-ups and more kissing, touching and hinting, rather then showing, what is happening… The ‘hydraulic’ type, with a lot of pumping going on and nothing else besides that… The gynaecological type, with a lot of close-ups.” I already knew the question she would ask me, so I wasn’t too surprised when she asked “And what style do you prefer?” “I must admit to liking close-ups,” I said, blushing slightly. “I find the first type to my liking every once in a while, but they can be quite boring. The second type is boring after ten seconds.” Her next question came as a surprise, “Are there different styles of the contents, like for different fetishes?” She sounded almost interested, rather than disgusted as she had done before. “There are probably films catering to any imaginable fetish,” I said, “but some are probably easier to find than others.” Growing slightly bolder I quickly added, “Is there something special that you are interested in?” She answered, blushing, “No, remember that I’m still a virgin. I haven’t tried anything. Do you have any fetishes?” Darn, she had me cornered. I saw her looking at the down at the videos, then right back at me again. I knew there was no way out of the situation but to tell the truth. “Yes, I prefer quite young women. In fact,” I added, “if they have blond or red hair I like it even more.” “That explains these”, she said while holding up two of the videos with young women in their late teens on the cover. It took a few moments before the implications sank in for her, then she peered at me quizzically. Her question came hesitantly, “Does that mean that you like to look at me?” “Yes, I like to look at you.” Phew, that wasn’t too hard to admit. “Have you ever”, she stopped in mid sentence, trying to find the right words. “Have you ever fantasised about me?” “Yes, I’ve had quite a few fantasies about you” I stated, matter-of-factly. My thoughts and feelings was at that time in turmoil, and I felt almost claustrophobic. Would she like me anyway? “Do you touch yourself while thinking of me?” My throat felt strangely dry. I nodded and noticed that she was breathing more heavily then she usually did. After a brief moment of silence we simultaneously broke the spell that we were suspended in by turning towards the TV, where an even more than usually annoying advertisement had just started. I picked up the remote control and changed channel. We spent the next 15 minutes in silence, looking at a rather stupid game show. During the next commercial break she continued to look at the video boxes, ignoring one of them completely (I heard her whisper “Too hard” when putting it aside). She read the back cover blurb of one of the films and asked me “Does ‘For her and him’ and ‘Erotic movie’ mean it’s from the first class, the one that women prefer?” “Generally, yes” I said. “But some women prefer their movies much harder then that and others hate anything that’s even remotely connected to porn.” “Can’t we look at this video instead of the game show?” She handed me the softest video I had rented. I shrugged, walked over to the VCR, put it in and sat down again. The video started with some ads that I quickly skipped through. The only reason for me renting this video had been that one of my favourite actresses was supposed to have a supporting role and I wanted to see her. The story was quite boring, and I was starting to think that the ‘Erotic’ part was just a PR stunt. I still didn’t mind terribly anyway, since Helen had slid up into my arms. Half an hour into the film things started to change drastically. The lead characters of the movie started to tell each other about their favourite sexual fantasies, and they were shown in great detail. I reacted to the scenes by going really hard and there was no way that Helen could fail to notice it. She smiled at me and asked, “Do you like having a hard-on?” I nodded, swallowed hard and said, “Would you like to touch it?” For a brief moment I thought that I had gone too far, then I saw her nodding while looking at the bulge at the front of my trousers. I stood up, undid my belt and zipper, and carefully pulled my trousers down and stepped out of them. My boxer shorts had a very visible tent, to which her stare was transfixed. In one swift motion I removed my boxers completely. Her gaze didn’t leave my manhood for even a fraction of a second when I sat down next to her again. I let my right arm slip around her, letting my hand touch her breast. Her hand moved slowly towards my sex, which trembled at her careful touch. She took hold of it at the bottom of the shaft. “It’s so thick and full of veins”, she said. “Could you show me the most sensitive spots?” I quickly pointed out the brim of the helmet and the very sensitive parts that reacts more to licking than to touching, then I showed her how to and how not to stroke it. It didn’t take long until she got the hang of it, needing experience rather than instructions at that point. She was in fact so good at it that I had to stop her after just a few minutes because otherwise I would have shot my load then and there. I just had to ask her, “May I take your clothes off?” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, wanting to savour the moment. It fell to the floor in a crumbled heap, and I caressed her pert breasts through her bra. A soft, barely audible, moan escaped her lips. Her skirt was a little bit more troublesome, since it had a very tight fit on her hips. After a few failed attempts to get it off her she removed it herself, smiling shyly as she did so. I stepped back from her and just admired her beauty for a while, then moved her back into the sofa where I opened her bra and started to kiss her full breasts. She was breathing heavier than before and, when I started to remove her panties, she lifted her bum from the sofa to help, then pulled me up and kissed me squarely on the mouth. “Would you be so kind as to kiss me down there, please”, she pleaded. I went down on her, letting my tongue explore every little crevasse and wrinkle that could be found down there. Her hands were giving her neck, hair and breasts some badly needed attention. I let first one finger, then another, slide into her. She gasped and started to move about. The tip of her clitoris was clearly visible and my tongue gave it some undivided attention while my fingers were moving in and out of her. I felt a hand that pulled my head towards her pussy and I increased the frequency until her hips bucked and she let go. The neighbours were probably considering calling the police at that time, since her orgasm was VERY loud. I looked her straight into the eyes and with a broken voice she said “Thank you! It there anything you’d like me to do to you?” “I know it’s a lot to ask for,” I answered, “but would you consider letting me slide into you?” Her answer came immediately, “I thought you’d never ask!” She positioned herself on the sofa so that I could enter her in the missionary position while I was donning a condom. We kissed while she carefully guided my cock into her, and in her expressive eyes I noticed every little pain she felt while I did so. I let it stay put for a while until she had familiarised herself with the feeling of something filling her up. When I finally started my slow thrusts I heard her moaning start again, but this time into my mouth that was still attached to her beautiful lips in a kiss. It didn’t take long for me to notice that this wasn’t a position that she felt comfortable in and I asked her if there was something she wanted to try instead. She looked at the TV where the last scene of the movie was still on and said, “I want you to take me like that, from behind.” She put herself on all four and I positioned myself behind her and slid gently into her. One of my hands was caressing her breast and the other her clit, and she was panting heavily. I took hold of her hip with both my hands and started to fuck her as hard as I could. She put a pillow beneath herself and went down on her elbows, then let one of her hands slip down to rub her clit. On the TV screen I saw the actor massaging the actress’ rectum with his thumb, and I did the same to Helen. She came immediately, and her cramping vagina drew me over the edge as well. “That was even better then I imagined,” she said. “I agree!” was all I could say as we lay there hugging and kissing. After a while she looked at a clock that showed 2:08 AM and screamed, “I was supposed to be home by midnight, we have visitors coming tomorrow!” “I’ll drive you home, if you want to.” “Yes, please,” she said with a tired but content smile. She fell asleep while I was driving her and her bicycle to within a block of her home so that she could ride the last part by herself. We hugged, kissed and parted for the night. My drive home was quite strange. On one hand I was filled with remorse from cheating on my wife, on the other I was filled with glee by the fantastic experience. My mind was in turmoil, and I was probably not a good driver because of that and the late hour. I must have been extremely lucky for not being stopped by the police; I surely broke a few traffic laws by the time I got home. In fact, I almost fouled up when parking the car. I was in a state of obvious sleep deprivation when I got home, but I still managed to clean up the apartment including a few drops of blood on the sofa. The Sister of My Friend Ch. 3 The Resurrection The following morning was terrible. I slept for far longer then I had planned, ate my breakfast and went into town. None of the things I was looking for was there to be found, my friends were not at the café, and, last but not least, I got a parking ticket. At least all the groceries that I wanted were available… When I had been home for an hour, and nothing except the guilt and joy for last nights adventure could be found in my head, I felt I just HAD to do something. I knew that I had skipped exercising for the last few weeks and I did feel a bit out of shape so some light jogging would probably do the trick. Light was of course the key word here, but that was forgotten the minute I got out of the door and met up with one of the neighbours that was about to go for a run with his dog. I was stupid enough to tag along for the first part of their tour, but their greater stamina and high pace took its toll on me. I limped home, with my feet feeling as if someone had put them in a ton of concrete - each. The shower afterwards was probably the best I’ve ever had, and I stayed in the shower for the better part of an hour. I towelled off and slid into my thick bathrobe, planning to spend the rest of the day in front of the TV. What other use of this terrible day could there be? I had barely switched on the TV when the doorbell rang, and it took ten minutes to get rid of the two Jehovah Witnesses outside despite my state of (un)dress. The doorbell rang once more before I had managed to find a good reclining position in front of the TV again. Believing it was the same two men again I sprinted to the door, prepared to tell them a few truths that they probably would not like to hear. I opened the door quickly with a rather angry face on and saw Helen. “But weren’t you having visitors over today?” was all I could stammer. “Yes, but they’ve already left”, she said with a smile. “They opted for lunch rather than dinner, since they still had a long way to go today.” I noticed that she was looking at my damp hair and unorthodox clothes. “I’ve been out jogging,” I explained, “and I didn’t expect company.” “Jogging,” she said with a wink, “are you trying to get fit enough for two women?” Hoping that the neighbours had not heard her last comment I pulled her into our hall and closed the door behind her. She misunderstood my intentions slightly and, standing on her toes to reach, threw her arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back, rather then telling her the truth. “By the look of your clothes,” she continued, “you must have been either waiting for me or taking a cold shower in anticipation.” “I did tell you the truth,” I told her. “I have been out jogging.” “And now you plan to look at the other videos, and felt that this was an appropriate attire?” she asked. “I’d completely forgotten them,“ I said truthfully, “but what better clothes are there for watching porn?” I felt an almost evil smile spread across my face. “How about these?” she asked, while removing her summer dress and revealing a matching bra and garter belt without panties. “You teaser,” I said while most of my blood rushed towards my groin area with a very visible effect. “There’s no way that I’ll be able to concentrate on a video if you have that on.” “What if I’ll take it all off then?” she asked with a winning smile. “That would, if possible, make it even worse,” I responded. By this time I had a hard time keeping myself from either jumping her immediately or stroking myself. I recalled that she was not quite as experienced as I was, and opted for the latter because of possible shock value. Opening the bathrobe and starting to stroke myself took a mere fraction of a second, and she did seem a bit shocked at first, but then looked at my cook with hunger in her eyes. She started to caress her breasts and hips with her hands and I knew she was winning this ‘battle.’ I could probably not help myself from coming if she kept it up for much longer. One long hard look at her fantastic body and I knew I had to have her, immediately. I dropped the robe, lifted her up while kissing her and carried her to the bed. I positioned her on the bed and planted kisses everywhere on her marvellous body. She was giggling, sighing, and panting, over and over. I removed her bra and gave her breasts my undivided attention for some five minutes, by that time she was panting heavily. “Do you want me to kiss your pussy again?” I asked her. “Yes,” she answered. “Yes, please!” I already had her on her back so I just spread her legs and let my tongue do the talking. By this time it was obvious that she enjoyed having her breasts caressed while being licked, so I planted my hands on them. My hands were enjoying the full breasts, and I let my fingers play with the nipples as well while my tongue was lapping at full intensity. My tongue was unfortunately quite sore from the day before, so after a while I had to use my fingers instead. That worked even better and it did not take long until I noticed the unmistakable signs of her orgasm. After her panting had subsided somewhat she sat up and looked at me with wanton eyes, saying: ”What will you teach me now? You have to be a bit more careful today, since I’m a bit sore at the back of my vagina, I think you were pushing a little bit too far in yesterday when taking me from behind.” “I’m sorry,” I said with sadness in my voice, “that was not my intention.” I felt my erection fading. “It’s all right,” she said. “Just promise to be careful today.” “I promise,” I said. “Lets see then, you didn’t feel comfortable in the missionary position…” “No, you’re to bony,” she said with a smile. “And I got too far in from behind,” I continued. “Yes,” she said, wincing, “you got that right.” “Then you’d better be in control today,” I concluded. “You’ll ride me, then its up to you how far I’ll come in and at what pace. But there is one small problem,” I pointed to my now rather limp cock, “the combination of lack of attention and the thought of inflicting unwanted pain in you has made this a bit… flaccid.” “Is there anything I can do?” she asked eagerly. “There’s more than one option that will work here, but I think that two might be better than any others,” I said. “Oh, do tell!” “You can either masturbate for me or you can suck on it, and I promise it’ll be up in no time,” I said very carefully, trying not to scare her. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting on a show in front of you,” she said, “but I’ve wanted to know what a cock tastes like a long time now.” The mere though of having her lips around my cock was enough to make it start its rise, and I lay back on the bed to let her proceed. She started by stroking it like I had shown her the day before. She then tried various ways of giving me pleasure using her mouth and tongue until she found the one that worked almost too well, and I had to stop her after a while. I didn’t want it to end that quickly. “So you liked that,” she said, while stroking my cock closer and closer to orgasm. “Yes,” I managed to say. “But I don’t want to come yet.” “What if I want you to?” she asked with a big smile, cupping my balls with the other hand (I had mentioned that to her the night before, and she apparently remembered). She leaned forward over my cock and let the tip of her tongue touch the base of my helmet, and that was exactly what was needed; I came all over her face. My body was shaking violently, I probably screamed off the top of my lungs, and I’ve never seen so much semen coming from me in one go as I saw when I came to. “It doesn’t taste that great,” she said and I barely managed to say, “Okay”. After some minutes of giggles and laughter we managed to get into the shower, where we ended up lathering up each other. It took a while to get rid of all the semen, and I made a mental note to wash the sheets the very next day so that my wife wouldn’t notice anything. Helen slipped into a bathrobe belonging to my wife (she would have drowned in my spare) and I took the one that I had left in the hall. “Would you care for a nice cup of tea, Milady,” I said with the snottiest accent I could muster. “Yes, Milord,” she replied. “I think I’d like to have the tea in the library, please.” We laughed and continued to joke while the tea was brewing and I made us a couple of sandwiches. The TV was still on as we sat down in front of it, having our tea. We were flipping between channels, enjoying the moment. After watching a rather interesting talk show she looked at me and asked, “Aren’t you going to look at one of those videos with younger girls? I want to know exactly what turns you on.” “It will probably be a bit harder than the one we saw yesterday,” I said cautiously. “Let me take the remote so I can skip things I don’t like,” she said. “I’ll probably survive them anyway even if I don’t like them, but as a precaution.” She picked one of the videos and I started it and return to me seat next to her. During the first two scenes we were analysing what happened, which was quite easy for me to do since I didn’t fancy the girls in them. The third scene did however contain a real stunner, and she noticed that I was looking at the girl rather than talking about what was happening on the TV. I didn’t even notice that she let her small hand sneak into my bathrobe, not until she had a good grip around my once again stiff shaft. She started to stroke it, al the while asking me about what I liked and didn’t like about the girl and what the two men with her was doing to her. I tried to answer all of her questions and managed to ask her a few as well. I opened her robe and started to pet her. We were sitting there, side by side, enjoying the scene and each other. It didn’t take long until she wanted something more. While the scene ended I put on a condom and applied some spermicidal lubrication to it. I sat down on the sofa, and she sat down on top of me, her back towards me. She made all kind of noises while letting my cock slowly penetrate all the way to the hilt, but most of the sounds had a positive ring to them. She started to ride slowly, and I massaged her breasts and her pussy. She was looking at the screen and took pleasure in being impaled by me at the same time. She moaned, “I’m completely filled up by you.” The fourth scene of the movie ended and the next one wasn’t as good as the two before that. I told her to turn around, and she did so. I was once again looking into her incredible eyes, drowning in her gaze. We were kissing passionately as she rode me faster and faster. Suddenly I had an idea. I lubricated the middle finger of my left hand and then slowly let it slip into her asshole. In no time at all I had her shaking violently in an orgasm. After it had subsided she looked me straight into my eyes and said, “What were you doing? It was as if someone had put a burning torch to something flammable.” To answer her question I started to move my finger in and out of her and she started panting again. I carefully lubricated yet another finger and inserted that one as well, thereby increasing her sensations. She slowly started to ride me again as I got her sphincter muscle to relax. I still wasn’t sure about her reactions, so I asked her “May I take you anally as well?” “Y…Yes”, she stammered. I turned her back towards the TV set, and she let herself down slowly onto my cock. I was feeling her tight, tight, hole surrounding my cock. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer, so I started to rub her clit as much as I could. After just a few moments we had our first shared orgasm. “Did you like it?” I asked. “I loved it!” was her reply. “I have to admit that this was my first anal experience,” I told her. “Mine too,” she said, with a big smile. I looked at the clock and saw that it was way past midnight and we decided that she would spend the night. I put her in bed and tidied up somewhat, then slipped in right next to her and fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up in the best way ever the next morning, since she was at the time giving me my best blowjob ever. She had woken up horny as hell but too sore to do anything about it, and wanted me to know how horny she was. She was driving me closer and closer to my limit, only to end it just before I could hold back no more. She did this over and over until I had to beg her to let me come. She sucked for just a little bit longer and I came all over her face, neck and breasts, and she started to smear it out all over her. “That was a ‘Thank you’ for yesterday,” she said. “I really liked it, but you had already thanked me enough then,” I said. We had some breakfast and showered (one at a time, we would probably not have been able to keep our hands to ourselves), then I sent her home so that I could finish the laundry (especially the sheets…) and tidy everything up before my wife came home. The Sister of My Friend Ch. 4 During the next few weeks we had four important deadlines at work and there was too much to do at home to talk to Helen in any way other than via e-mail. We both knew it had been more of a physical rather than emotional thing, with no strings attached. I also knew that seeing her too much at that moment could possibly mean that my marriage was in danger, since I was attracted to her and could probably fall for her quite easily. In that month I was almost able to forget both the lust I felt for Helen and the guilt, but not completely. On the fifth weekend after we had had sex there was a party in our part of town that Helen attended. Very late that night she came by to ask me to drive her home, how she had managed to sneak in through our outer door at that hour is beyond me. My wife told her to use our guest room instead, since that was much more convenient at that time. Neither Helen, nor I, was expecting that, but she nevertheless accepted it thankfully. We went back to bed after Helen had gone into the guest room and closed the door. “I wouldn’t want you out driving through the city at this hour,” my wife said. “Thanks,” I answered, “I’m too tired to drive now.” It didn’t take long for us to go back to sleep. - I woke up by the unmistakable sound of my wife moaning in ecstasy, but rather than being accompanied by the sound of her fingers moving in her very wet pussy I heard another sound. It was the sound of someone licking her pussy, and by the time I realised that I also felt a hand stroking my hard cock. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that it was Helen. The young woman was on her way to seducing both of us at the same time, and I didn’t mind at all. My wife had in fact admitted to being bi-curious, even though she felt that Helen was much too young. I retrieved a condom and some extra lubrication and positioned myself behind the beautiful behind that was sticking up, hoisted by her legs and back. Helen barely missed a beat when I inserted my cock in her vagina. After a while I realised that I wanted to take her anally once more and I started to lube her in. The groans from both my wife and Helen were getting louder by the minute, and soon I couldn’t help myself from changing to an even tighter hole. It felt wonderful, and I was really enjoying the sight and sounds coming from further up in the bed. My wife had a wonderful orgasm, after which she turned around so that she was positioned in a 69 under Helen. I heard a few surprised sounds as she noticed that I was taking Helen anally, but then she started to lick Helens pussy instead. It didn’t take long until Helen was screaming out her orgasm, and I wasn’t far behind. We ended up in a heap, hugging and kissing. My wife turned to me and said, “What the hell have you been up to with this young lady? I saw that you were deep in her ass, and I don’t think you would do that with someone you don’t know really, really well.” “Don’t be angry with him,” Helen said. “I came by about a month ago when I was really sad. He comforted and pampered me, and in return I seduced him.” My wife looked angrily at me and said, “You should have told me!” “I didn’t know how you would react,” I said. My wife turned towards Helen. “And you, my dear young lady, are not to be found in bed with my husband ever again,” she said. “Unless I happen to be there as well of course or have given you permission. Do you understand?” Helen nodded. “There is one thing that I’ve wondered about for quite some time now,” my wife said, “how is my husband in bed?” “I haven’t had anyone better,” came the truthful answer from Helen, since I was her only lover so far. “I just have one more question, then” my wife continued, still addressing Helen. “How does it feel to have his cock up your ass?” Helen blushed heavily, than said with a giggle, “It feels great, you’d better try it yourself sometimes.” My wife kissed Helen and said, “I’ve been thinking about it lately, now I know I have to…”