0 comments/ 219633 views/ 19 favorites My Horny Sister By: brianelane This is a true story that is a part of my own life and it began 44 years ago. * * * * * I came from a very large close knit family, I had six brothers and three sisters. There were two boys between my first sister and myself. She is four years my junior. Things began happening to me when I was about ten years old, I was getting regular erections and I didn't know what was causing them or what to do about them. My sister, Meg, had always been a fascination for me, I was always the one she came to for advice even at that age. I remember that she had seen older boys playing with themselves but she didn't tell me for some years later, about it. I was nearly 24 and my sister was nearly 19, when things started to happen between us. We hadn't actually started fooling around at that stage. I was just that she became more interesting to me. It really all started out as sort of a game. We were on a place we always called the island, it wasn't really an island because it could be reached by land. It was a popular hideaway for a lot of the local kids, especially the older and more mature. One of my younger brothers always tagged along whenever I went anywhere and especially, when my sister and I were together. One afternoon in particular, he decided to go home, Meg and I stayed. Meg, started asking me all sorts of awkward questions about what animals did and how they had baby animals.. In those days you didn't ask your parents such questions, you always talked amongst yourselves and to school friends, but never to parents. I had been working on a farm for some time, so when, Meg, asked me about animals, I was only too happy to tell her, all I knew. I explained to her that when a cow was ready she'd let the bull mount her and shove his cock into her cunt and that was when a calf was being made. The explanation was enough for her at that time. I had come home from the farm for a weekend and it was then that things started happening, they were only little things at first. I wasn't the one who started it. Meg asked, "If I show mine, will you me yours?" "I guess so," I replied. Meg lifted her dress up and pushed her panties down, I expected to see a cunt like that of a cow or a mare. I'd never seen a woman like that before. I touched it and fingered it for a while before I stood up and undid my pants and let them drop to my ankles. As I didn't wear undies my penis was sticking out in full view. I had an erection, I wasn't what you would call well endowed, my balls were big enough, my cock was about six inches long when fully erect, but it wasn't really thick. "What's it called and why is it poking out like that?" Meg asked. "Well," I replied, "It's called a cock and it has to be like this." "But why?" she asked. "Well, so that I can push into a girl's cunt like yours!" I replied. We treated the whole thing as a game at first. Whenever I came home from the farm and especially when we were alone. Meg and I pursued our little game, I'd touch and finger her cunt and she'd hold onto my cock, but never long enough for me to orgasm. I always ended up hard and erect whenever I was near her. I still get hard thinking about her and those days. Then one afternoon we were home alone. We were playing a game together, me pretending to be a bull and Meg the cow, crawling around the floor like to animals, I'd mount her, thrust and slide off like a bull. Nothing was happening, because we were fully dressed at the time. As usual I was hard and erect within the confines of my trousers. A little while later, I rolled her over onto her back, lifted her dress and pulled her panties down and off. Meg didn't fight or even object and I didn't have to force her legs apart, she willingly spread them herself. As I knelt between them and undid my pants, pulling my hard cock out. I rubbed the tip of my penis up and down up the opening of her hairy slit, I was almost ready to cum, when I stopped. I moved forward slightly and pushed the head of my penis into the slit of her cunt. I didn't exert enough pressure to enter her completely, the head of my cock was so sensitive at that time I couldn't stop myself from coming. I couldn't hold it any more and I ejaculated, some of my sperm went between the lips and the rest just went over the outside, leaving her wet and sticky. Having had that much success, I wasn't about to give up. I became more determined to continue with the game, as we had called it. I followed her more closely. It got so bad, that I used to follow her to our outside toilet, even at night, trying to get a look at what she was doing. On another occasion we were on the island and out of sight of anyone else. Meg stripped her clothes off and stood in naked in front of me. I didn't have a shirt on so all I had to do was drop my pants and I stood in front of her naked. We hid our clothes and ran around naked for a while chasing one and other a short time later we stopped the running.. "Its time," I said. "Get down on your hands and knees." "What are you going to do?" She asked. "I've seen the bull sniff a cow's vagina," I said. Meg got down on hands and knees and I got down behind her. I pushed my face between her legs and sniffed her vagina. Meg seemed to like what I was doing, so I licked her slit. Then I mounted like an animal. When I shoved my erect penis against her vagina it just slid along the outside of her opening. I rubbed my shaft up and down her slit until I blew all over her. Over the next couple of weeks I was away, When I did come home, I was as horny as hell and Meg wasn't making it any easier. We were swimming and I'd been following her around all afternoon. Whenever she climbed out of the water, I was there I looking up at her crotch trying to see her pussy through the crutch of her bikini pants, even though I could look at her naked pussy anytime I wanted to. This was more exciting because there were other people around at the time and most of the girls were in my age group. The swimming pool was only part of a gulf river walled off with a bridge over it. I didn't have any trouble getting Meg to follow me under the bridge. Once we were out of sight, the rest was easy. I started feeling her boobs and touching her pussy through her bikini. I finally pushed my hand inside the leg of her bikini pants and started fingering her vagina. She opened her legs for me. When I felt the soft wet hair around her cunt, my cock seemed to get harder. It wasn't long before I was fingering her cunt. As I rubbed my finger up and down between the folds of her cunt and touched her clitoris. Meg, pushed one of her hands into my bathers and fondled and stroked my cock. She relaxed and spread her legs even wider for me. I pulled her bikini pants down to her ankles and took them off, hoping that we wouldn't lose them in the water. She pulled my bathers down to get at my cock and balls. As I was standing on the bottom of the pool, I took hold of her ass-cheeks and lifted her up. It seemed Meg knew what was going to happen. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I guided my cock to her opening' pushing the head of my cock against her pussy lips. I forced the lips of her pussy apart with my penis and slowly started pushing it into her. Being a virgin she was really tight. As the head of my penis slipped part way into her, I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her down, forcing my penis into her. It was the first time I had been able to get this much of my cock into her. Then with a final shove we ground our crotches together. Four or five strokes later my penis seemed to swell and I ejaculated into her, as my cum gushed into her. I knew I had finally achieved my goal. It is hard to say just how Meg was feeling at that time, she wasn't crying, although she must have been thinking about what we had done. It wasn't the last that we fucked and hopefully it never will be. From then on I was never satisfied. The more sex I had with Meg the more I wanted and the more I got. This relationship has been going on for many years. As long as Meg is willing to spread her legs for me I will keep filling that beautiful garden of Eden between them. Ther is more to our life but that's another story. My Horny Sister Ch. 2 I was more than happy with the turn of events that day so long ago. I felt no shame at what I had done to my younger sister, in this case I had been the aggressor, although Meg hadn't fought against it. I was me who forced the issue between us. After pumping my sperm into her, I didn't think I'd done anything wrong, it all seemed so natural, after all we had been leading up to having sex for a long time and when it finally happened, I guess we weren't really ready for it or the consequences. We had been playing animal games and now we had entered right into adult games. Being young and inexperienced, I actually thought that girls were like female animals where the male mounted, shoved his cock into them and finished quickly and walked away. The thought of having committed incest, never entered our minds. If in the animal world, mother and son, father and daughter or brother and sister matings occurred, why not in our world. It didn't matter to me that I'd had intercourse with my younger sister. She was a very beautiful young lady, her young body had always excited me and more so now that we had joined. I tried to get close to her during the course of that wonderful afternoon , both in and out of the water, Margaret did her best to avoid me. It wasn't until we were walking home that I had the chance to talk intimately to her. "What's wrong, Sis?" I asked. "We shouldn't have done that." She whispered, in reply, "Why not?" I asked. "What if someone had seen us? And because it's wrong," she replied, "Well they didn't, and you have been willing to let me touch you and play with you, as you have played with me. What we have done is only wrong if we get caught. Besides, I love you." I said. From that moment Margaret ceased being my sister, she had now become my lover. Our discussion ended as we walked into our parents home. My only other thoughts were, "Is she going to tell Mum?" "Will she tell Dad or is she going to tell her friends?" I wanted her now more than ever. All her objections seemed to melt every time we were alone after that afternoon. I even followed her outside later that evening when she went to the toilet, just before we went to bed, that night. I met her as she came out of the toilet and led her behind the garage, where we wouldn't be seen and couldn't be heard. She leaned against the garage wall and pulled her nightie up over her waist, I ran my hands over her belly, to her crotch. To my delight, I discovered that she wasn't wearing panties, as she parted her legs. I gently caressed her downy mound before inserting one of my fingers. As I started rubbing her clit, she sighed and spread her legs a little wider. I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down her slit, slowly pushing deeper into hot opening with my fingertips. She started moving her hips, involuntarily, as I pushed my finger in deeper. Then, as if I had touched a switch, she sighed, loudly. her cunt was hot and wet. She was shuddering as if she was cold, but the night was really warm. She reached down and pushed my shorts down and grasped my cock and gently rubbed its hardness. I eased her away from the wall and gently lowered her to the ground, kneeling down, I crawled between her legs and put my open mouth right over her slightly open cunt. The first taste was a little bitter and salty from her having recently been to the toilet, but as soon as I moved my tongue up her slit, fresh liquid oozed out. It was slippery and sweet, like thick and creamy. I shook my head from side to side, rubbing my face in sister's cunt. Like a pig at a trough, I gobbled and sucked as I pressed my tongue as deep into her sheath as I could. I didn't forget her clit, either. Each time I flicked the fleshy hooded lump, Meg gasped, "Oooh! OooAh! Aaaah!" Then, when I sucked at her clit, her gasps became a long hissing sound!. I lifted my head and eyes from Sis's pussy just long enough to guide my hands to her tiny soft breasts. As I fondled them I began pinching her hardening nipples. Meg started pounding her ass against the grass as she started to cum. "What's happening to me!" She cried. I couldn't answer her because I had a mouthful of her cunt and besides I didn't know. I knew what happened to me when I ejaculated but my sister was different. I rode Meg's cunt with my mouth like it was the last meal. I grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh in my fists as I held her bouncing bottom. I sucked and licked in and all over Meg's cunt, sucking up as much of her flow as I could. I was so hot I was driving my cock into the grass beneath us I humped in time with sucking Meg's cunt. Finally I couldn't wait. I sat up, grabbed Meg's ankles and jerked her ass towards me. My first thrust drove me my stiff cock up her slit and over her clit as I missed. Even that contact with her hot slit was nearly enough to make me spurt. As I jerked my hips back, Meg thrust her hand down between us and guided the head of my cock between the lips of her cunt. Meg's hot cunt swallowed my cock with a gulp as I thrust again, burying my cock deep inside her cunt. My cock felt like I had plunged it into boiling oil. I started spewing into her as soon as I bottomed out inside her. "Jesus, Meg," I gasped, "I' coming!" I buried my face in Meg's sweaty neck and plunged my cock as deep into her pussy as I could. She grabbed my ass with her hot hands and wrapped her legs around my waist. Meg met each of my squirming, spewing thrusts with a twist of her ass which had my cock corkscrewing into her steamy, soggy cunt. I finally stopped thrusting and my cock grew soft. Pulling my limp cock out I stood up an helped Meg to her feet, then I kissed her and we went back into the house and to bed. I didn't get the chance to see her again before I went back to work on the farm the next day. All I did after that when it came to sexual arousal, was to think of Margaret and pull my self off. Whenever I came home, from the farm, Margaret and I took every chance we could get to be alone. In most cases there wasn't the time or the chance for sexual contact other than feeling each other up. I had acted more like an animal than a boy or man. My thoughts were always for myself and nobody else.. She often told me about the boys who wanted her to sit with them in the movies. (We only ever had movies at the theatre once a week, when there wasn't a dance on. The same hall doubled for both.) Then I arrived home from the farm, one night to find the house full of visiting relatives and having ridden a bicycle over twenty miles I wasn't really in the mood for their frivolity. To things make more difficult there were too many adults and kids and not enough beds for every one, so I ended up in, Margaret's bed with her. Mum obviously didn't have any idea of what had happened between us, she must have thought that as I was the eldest I could be trusted to look after my sister. I was woken in the early hours of the morning, when I felt a warm hand rubbing my erect penis. Waking up with an erection was nothing unusual, being woken up by an exploring hand now that was different. As I rolled over and moved away from her. "Oh, no you don't, brother dear," Meg whispered, "You aren't escaping me, at least not that easily, you have had all the fun, last time, now it's my turn. I have been dreaming about this ever since you went back to work, without saying goodbye." Margaret threw the sheet off, standing up she pulled her night-dress up over her head and threw it onto the floor. There was enough light filtering into the bedroom from a street light to give me a shadowy view of her naked body. I must have looked a sight to her, laying there on my back, with my underpants hooked under my balls and my cock poking up towards the ceiling. Margaret climbed back onto the bed and stood over me with her feet firmly on the bed, on either side of my hips, facing away friom me. I had a clear view of her cunt as she lowered herself down onto me. She held her breath as her pussy came into contact with my penis. Reaching up I held her hips and guided her opening cunt onto my cock. She lowered herself slowly down until she was sitting on my thighs, before I realised it had happened, her cunt had swallowed all of my rigid cock She rested for a few moments before she started bouncing up and down on me. She must have realised that I was ready to come because she quickly jumped up and my cock came out of her tight pussy with a resounding pop. She lay on the bed beside me and said, "Get on top of me, please." As I rolled over on top of her, lifted her legs and guided my hard throbbing cock into her tight juicy cunt, I pushed the length of my cock into her cunt, then rested briefly before I started sliding in and out of her, slowly at first then gradually getting faster and faster as I felt my climax building. Margaret, raising her body to meet my deep thrusts. I cannot convey the scents of her sexual arousal, the feel of her contracting pussy sucking at my rod. Mere words can't give the whole picture, the gasps and moans of delight as my cock slid in and out of her. All I can say is that it was one the most wonderful and memorable fucks of my life. As I laboured over my sister, my cock was sending thrilling signals to my brain as it pounded into her pussy again and again. Finally the sensations became too much for Margaret to bear. She grabbed me head and kissed me hard to stop from crying out, as wave after wave of climax came crashing over us in a virtual sea of sexual ecstasy. "Brian do it! Squirt your cum into me!" she mumbled A minute or so later, I moaned and groaned loudly, she knew what was happening as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I pushed my cock all the way into her spasming cunt, I came with a shattering orgasm squirting my come into her. How our parents never heard us is beyond me. Words can never explain the feelings of a brother as he pushes his cock into his sister's cunt. I know that Margaret loves me both as an older brother and lover. My Horny Sister-in-Law My wife June and her sister had grown up in a strict religious family, the Farlingtons. Her father was a Baptist minister in a small town a bit north of Atlanta, where June and I now live. When I first met June she was straight as an arrow. Even a French kiss was off-limits—until I finally got her to try it once. I thought she would never stop. She wouldn't go much further than that until we were married. You might ask why on earth I married such a prude, and the only answer I could give you would be that I was head over heels in love, and hope springs eternal. However, once we were married she bloomed—sexually, I mean. It took awhile, but slowly she came around to a wild range of sexual practices. It was like the French kiss. At first she would say no, but once I got her to try something (and she always gave in eventually) she was enthusiastic about it. Who knew that my sexy looking little Baptist wife would turn out to be a world-class cocksucker (for example)? By the time we had been married for a couple of years she was looking up new ideas on the Internet and attacking me when I got home from work. It was like being married to someone who was editing a new edition of the Kama Sutra. Flat fucking awesome! She also loved to read porn or, even better, have me read it to her while she masturbated. Occasionally she would read the porn to me while I jerked off. Either way it usually wound up with the two of us in a 69 position or fucking or whatever else our twisted imaginations could come up with. After we had been married for about seven or eight years, we began telling each other about people we had seen during the day and the fantasies we had about having sex with them—mostly total strangers, but occasionally people one or both of us knew. We would also fantasize about having a foursome with someone we knew and their spouse or significant other, or maybe just a threesome with one of them—wherever our perverted imaginations led us. It was all just fantasy, but it made us so hot, and it seriously spiced up our sex life, which was beginning to drag a bit as we entered our thirties. One night I dreamed up a fantasy about June's sister, Clarisse, in which she exposed herself to me and then I watched her and her husband, Herman, fucking. Another time June made up a fantasy about me watching as she and Herman had sex. Clarisse's husband was a large black man (boy was that a problem in their Southern Baptist family, but somehow they had gotten through it). He had been a tight end on his college football team, and June was happy to fantasize about having sex with him. She applied the usual stereotype and assured me that he had a huge dick. "Really, June? Isn't that a bit of a stereotype?" I asked one evening. We were in bed and as I said that, I slipped my rock hard cock into her slippery wet pussy. "Oh fuck, that's good!" she said, momentarily distracted. I didn't begin to fuck her hard immediately. I just lay there. I knew she liked to hear my fantasies or tell me hers while my dick was in her cunt but not fucking her in earnest. The challenge for both of us was to see how long we could spin out (or listen to) a fantasy without starting to seriously hump our partner. "Well, I guess it is," she said. "But indulge me. It's all just fantasy. Those two are so straight that I can barely imagine them fucking at all, but as long as we are making up something like this, I want you to tell me about how big his dick was and how my sister screamed when he fucked her." I laughed at her and then said, "Okay." Then I launched into a tale of debauchery among my sister, her big-dicked husband, and me. I was watching from a closet as I jerked off in this version of the tale. June interrupted me with a giggle. "God it's hard to listen to you with a straight face. Clarisse is so fucking straight. I bet they only make love in the dark and then only in the missionary position." "Just think what she is missing," I said. As I spoke I flexed my cock. Not much. Just enough so she could feel it. "Stop that! You know the rules. No fucking until the fantasy is done." "What if it wasn't a fantasy? What if your sister really exposed herself to me and then let me watch her husband fuck her with that huge black cock of his?" This was a game we often played in which the one telling the story did his or her best to deny that the lurid tale was fiction. Of course, it was always fiction, but we did our best to make it sound as real as possible. "Oh fuck!" she said as she briefly squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles. "I'm so fucking horny. Tell me about them. How big was his dick? How hard did he fuck her? Were you hiding, or did he know you were watching?" So I did just what June asked, spinning out a lurid fantasy about her sister and brother fucking while I watched from a closet. I made his dick as big and hard as my imagination could conjure up without sounding ridiculous. I was really only about half way through my story when June began moaning and pulling on her nipples. When I got to the part where her brother-in-law sprayed buckets of cum on her sister's face and chest, June just lost it and came with a scream. I dropped the story at that point and began fucking her steadily until she came again, which set me off. "Mmm, that was good," she said as we cuddled in post-coital bliss. Then she giggled again, "but it's a ridiculous story. There is no way my sister would do those things. She is so straight, she couldn't!" "You were too, when I met you." I began fondling one of her tits. "Yes, but you corrupted me." "Not so sure, who corrupted whom," I said, continuing to fondle her right tit. "You come up with the nastiest ideas off the Internet." Another giggle. "Isn't it fun. How did people ever enjoy sex before the Internet?" Now she was stroking my still slippery cock. I felt it stir. "What about Herman? Are you sure he's as straight as you think your sister is? Maybe he corrupted her." I brought my other hand to her up-until-then-neglected left tit. He's a minister in the black Baptist church for God's sake. That's the only way my family could accept him. You were a nice white boy, so you were acceptable, but Herman was black. It was his religion that made him acceptable." By now she had goaded my cock into nearly full recovery and she was continuing to stroke it. "Kind of narrow minded, wasn't it?" I said as I began to pull on one of her nipples. "Downright racist, if you ask me, but that's just one of the reasons we don't see my family much. "God that feels good," she said, abandoning the subject of her family. Now she had both hands on my cock. "Yeah, that plus you're afraid your family will find out just how horny we are?" I dropped my head to her breasts and began flicking a nipple with my tongue. June giggled at my comment and then groaned softly in response to my sucking on her nipples. "Oh, let's fuck some more," she said. By this time my cock had recovered, so I slipped it inside her, and we began fucking again. No pretense of trying to hold out for a story. We just went at it. Fuck it was good. * * * * * A couple of weeks later June called me at the office late in the afternoon. "The strangest thing just happened." "Oh, what's that?" "My sister just called me?" "What's so strange about that? The two of you talk all the time." "Yes, but this time she invited us to a party they're having on Friday of next week." "Oh, that is a little different. Are we going?" "Of course. She's my sister." "No booze I suppose?" "My sister and brother. Surely you jest." "Yeah, I 'spose so. I'll get by—as long as we fuck when we get home." "Sure, it will be a bunch of their religious friends, so we can make up a fantasy about them." "That'll be hot," I responded. "Maybe we can dream up a whole orgy." I paused for a moment while I tried to wrap my mind around the concept of a Baptist orgy. Then I clicked back to reality, "Got to go to a meeting now," I said, "but if it's boring, I'll be thinking about fucking you, babe. Bye." * * * * * On the following Friday we showed up at Clarisse and Herman's house at the appointed hour. As predicted, the beverage was iced tea (sweetened) and the crowd was Baptist—some black and some white. I saw several likely candidates for our after-party fantasy fuck. I think there were at least four ministers in the group. My sister was dressed in a knee length dress and modest heels. Like June, Clarisse had a good size set of jugs (June's were 34Cs, but I was thinking Clarisse might even be a little bigger). The heels made her legs—what I could see of them—look great, but her chest was well concealed by the dress she was wearing. As the crowd began to thin out and I started thinking about how to make our escape, Clarisse excused herself from a group she was talking to and walked over to me. "Richard, can you join me out back for a moment. There's something I want to show you," she said. "Sure," I said, thinking it was some feature of her back yard. We walked past Herman, who was talking to a group in front of a window that faced on the back yard. They all had their backs to the window, but he was standing so that he could see most of the back deck. I saw him look very briefly at Clarisse and then turn his attention back to the group. Clarisse and I walked through the French doors onto the deck and she took a seat on a wooden bench that faced the house. She had handed me a fresh glass of ice tea from a tray on the deck as we walked out. Clarisse crossed her legs and let her dress ride up well above her knees. Her legs were every bit as nice as her sister's. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Richard?" "Uh . . . yes," I said. I was a bit slow in recovering my attention from her legs. "I'm sorry I couldn't serve you any wine tonight," she said. "But some of this crowd wouldn't take it too well." She un-crossed and re-crossed her legs, letting her dress slide up even higher, nearing mid-thigh. I had never seen that much of Clarisse's legs. I could feel my dick beginning to stir beneath my trousers. I took a drink of the iced tea and discovered that it was some sort of high-test bourbon drink. "Oh, that's very good," I said. "Yes. I had two of them and a joint before everyone came, and then I chewed up some breath mints so they couldn't smell it on my breath . . . or were you referring to my legs?" As she spoke she used a hand to pull the dress up a bit higher. I was expecting to see her panties if it got any higher. "Both," I said. Then I had a disturbing thought. "But you know Herman is standing so he can look out the window and see us." She smiled. "Yes, I know. He's standing there because he wants to watch. He and I talked about this before everyone arrived." "Really?" I said, very slowly. This was well beyond anything I had ever imagined about my sister. As I spoke, she set both feet on the ground and spread her legs apart as she pulled her dress high enough to expose herself. The panties I hoped to get a glimpse of were non-existent. What I saw instead was a smoothly-shaved pussy. "So is this what you wanted to show me?" I said as I took another slurp of the bourbon. "Yes, and this." As she spoke, she began to stroke her glistening pussy with the fingers of one hand. More bourbon. I could feel my prick making a tent in my trousers. "Is this about you or about Herman?" I asked. As I spoke I slowly stroked my engorged cock through my trousers. "Oh, a little of both. He may be a Baptist minister, but he's a horny bastard, and I'm not nearly as straight as my sister likes to think I am." "So I see," I responded. As I spoke, she dropped her dress back down to a respectable level. "We'd better go back inside before someone comes out to admire the garden. This was very exciting though, don't you think?" "Yes." That was probably my understatement of the year. "Perhaps we could have lunch next week?" she said as she took my glass, which was still half full of the bourbon and tossed it in the shrubbery. "I'll get the glass in the morning. We can't have it going back into the house with all those tea-drinking Baptists. They'll smell it in a minute, but I hope you enjoyed it." "Very much," I said, "and I enjoyed the view." "Good, although I can tell that from the tent in you trousers. I'm sure Herman enjoyed it, too. So Wednesday for lunch at Luigi's Italian?" "Absolutely." "Oh, and don't tell my sister about this. She thinks I'm really a lot straighter than I am." "So I learned this evening. Mum's the word." The last part was a lie. I told June everything while we were fucking our brains out an hour later. She loved it once I convinced her I wasn't playing our game where we treated our fantasy like reality. This time it was real, and it made me squirt loads of cum on her tits. She loves that. * * * * * The following Wednesday I showed up for lunch at Luigi's. After Clarisse's little exhibitionist session on the back porch the prior week, I was intensely curious about what she had in mind for today. I couldn't stop thinking about how erotic the session on the back porch had been (and the fucking with June that followed) and, as a result, I had about half an erection. June knew that I was having lunch with Clarisse and had made me swear to tell her what happened as soon as I finished. She was still struggling with the notion that her straight-laced sister was an exhibitionist. The restaurant was located at one end of an enclosed shopping mall. It was more of a dinner place and typically didn't do much of a lunch trade. I wondered if that was why Clarisse had picked it—to minimize the risk of having to explain to her Baptist friends about the strange man she was having lunch with. When I entered, I looked around the mostly empty room and didn't see Clarisse. I was about to ask the maître d' when I saw her slide out of a booth at the back of the restaurant and take a step or two toward me to get my attention. She was dressed in clothes that didn't quite support June's theory of her straight-laced nature. She had on a set of black pumps that had a couple of inches more heel on them than the ones she had worn last week—definitely a pair of "fuck me" pumps. Plus, her dark skirt stopped several inches short of her knees. Damn, she has sexy legs, I thought. And her blouse was a very sheer white that let me have a pretty clear view of the lacy bra she wore beneath. Yes, I thought, her tits are bigger than June's. I stepped up to greet her, and she quickly pulled me in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. She held it just a bit longer than would be socially correct and followed up the peck on the cheek with a sensuous lick of my ear. I could feel her big boobs smashed against my chest, and she was wearing just a trace of the most sinful perfume. It was only a moment, but it was so unlike the greeting you would expect from a Baptist minister's wife or your sister. As we slid into the booth, she made room for me, but slowly enough so that our hips were pressed together for just a moment. Then we were sitting side-by-side, but a respectable distance apart. I noticed she had a glass of wine in front of her that she had been working on before I arrived. Clarisse took a sip of the wine and said, "You'll join me won't you? Their house wine is a lovely Pinot Grigio, and I do so hate to drink alone." "Of course," I said. "That's one of the easiest requests I know of to satisfy. Why would I ever let a lady drink alone?" "June always told me you were a perfect gentleman, so we mustn't let the waiter see this," she said as she used her napkin to clean the lipstick she had left on my cheek. As the waiter she had flagged walked towards us, she asked me, "Do you have to be back to work this afternoon?" "It's not essential. What do you have in mind?" "Oh, I just thought I would like to order a bottle to go with lunch, but if you have to work . . . well, a full bottle of wine over lunch would be a problem wouldn't it?" "Oh, I've done it before. You know how customer lunches go, but I agree. I'm not very efficient if I do that. Maybe I'll just take the afternoon off and go home and lie by the pool." What I was thinking was that I would go home and spend the afternoon screwing with June. She never seemed to have any difficulty getting away from her job for a little afternoon delight. "Hmm. That sounds delightful." She paused for a moment and then looked at me with her big brown eyes opened wide, "Oh my. I hope you didn't think I was propositioning you when I asked that." I smiled and said, "No, of course not, although that's a lovely thought, now that you mention it." Before she could respond, the waiter arrived. She turned toward him and said, "Can you bring us menus please, and we would like a full bottle of this lovely Pinot Grigio." "Yes, ma'am. Right away." As the waiter turned to go, I noticed that Clarisse had released two buttons of her blouse so that she had been showing the waiter a good deal of cleavage. Tips aren't the only way to get attention from your waiter. He was back in just a moment with a bottle of wine in an ice bucket and two fresh glasses. He took his time going through the tasting ritual as he stared down the open front of Clarisse's blouse. Eventually he got around to pouring each of us a glass of wine and then backed away to get the menus. Once the waiter was gone, I looked over at Clarisse and said, "I believe our waiter is smitten with you." She laughed softly and then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think it's my boobs he's smitten with." Before she pulled her head away she quickly caressed my ear with her tongue. "Perhaps," I said. "In any case you are making his lunch shift." She leaned back and released one more button on her blouse so that I really had a good view of the swelling upper portion of her boobs and the lacy bra that sort of covered them. Then she raised her glass in a toast, "Here's to spending the lunch hour teasing the waiter and making him horny." We touched our glasses and drank. I was thinking that the waiter wasn't the only person who was going to get horny out of this lunch. As I stole occasional peeks at her tits, I found it necessary to discreetly reach under the table and adjust my slacks to make room for my swelling dick. My wandering mind couldn't avoid speculating about whether she had any panties on or not. The waiter was quite prompt in returning with the menus and quite slow about describing the specials while he stood above us ogling Clarisse's tits. Then, before we could preempt another visit by ordering quickly, he turned on his heel and left. By the time we got the order in, we had each gone through more than a glass of wine, and the bottle was getting down towards half empty. "So," I said. "Was there something specific you wanted to talk about today, or did we just come here to torture the waiter?" Clarisse smiled and took another sip of her wine. "Well, I admit that torturing the waiter is fun, but, no, I had something else in mind. But right now while we are waiting for our order, I need to visit the ladies room. I'll tell you about it when I get back." I slid out of the booth and stood aside for her, enjoying the view of her tits the waiter had been seeing. As she slid out, she leaned toward me a bit and let her shoulder brush against my partially-erect cock that was creating a significant tent in my trousers. As she walked away I noticed a sway in her hips that I never seen Clarisse use before. The dress really was quite short. While I was waiting, my phone beeped with a message from June, "How's lunch with my sister going? Are you ready to join her church yet?"