Dee Westee - Pleasure_s A Must

Birdie opened the apartment door a crack and then flung it wide when she was sure that it was Kurt at the door.

"Hi, honey!" she cried happily. "Come.on in! I was just thinking about calling your house. I won't be able to leave in the morning with the rest of you guys. The hospital just called me in to work in the morning. But you and Stacey can go up, and then we'll come up later when I get off work at 3:30. Nothing's going to spoil this trip!"

"Something already has spoiled the trip," said Kurt glumly, following her into the living room of Bill and Birdie's stylish apartment.

"Why, Kurt, what's the matter?" said Birdie, realizing now the dark mood he was in and becoming instantly sympathetic.

"I did something really dumb tonight, Birdie," confessed Kurt. "You know how much I love my sister, and now I really blew it. But I want her to become like us, Birdie, to know and understand about lovemaking. I want her to let me fuck her, Birdie, you know that. So anyway, tonight when I.saw her at the swimming pool in her bikini, I knew that I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to have her. But she wouldn't let me, Birdie, she just refused to understand! She thinks that because I'm her older brother I have no right to love her that way. Instead she made me cum in her hands like a little teenager. I feel shamed now, and I don't know how I'll ever get her trust back again."

Birdie smiled, "Aw, Kurt, it's not as bad as you think, honey. She'll come around. You just have to give her time to get used to the idea; that's all. Why, she's probably feeling sorry for refusing you right now!"

"Do you think so, Birdie?" queried Kurt hopefully. "I just don't know how I'm going to face her again."

"Listen, Kurt, even I was that way once, you know. There comes a time for every woman if she's at all lucky in life when she realizes what making love is all about. Stacey loves you, Kurt. She doesn't have a boyfriend. Why, after this trip I guarantee she'll be just as happy and free as we are."

"God, I hope so, Birdie. She's so beautiful. I just hate to see her going to waste like this."

"Well, right now, Kurt, I hate to see you going to waste. Bill's over at his mother's house across town and I know he won't be back until late. You look like you could use a little bit of loving yourself right now."

With that, Birdie took Kurt's hands and put them around her waist as she moved closer to him on the sofa. She smiled and seemed to melt as she raised her lips to him, open-mouthed, for his kiss. Kurt had made love to Birdie several times before, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to hold her close in the circle of his arms, his hands smoothing down her back to the full-swelling mounds of her voluptuous buttocks, fingers digging into the pliant flesh through the light material of her house dress, while above his mouth absorbed her tiny, wet tongue that slithered sinuously into it. Her loins were plastered solid and hard against him, and as he pulled her in even harder, he felt her hips rotate suggestively. Now this felt so right, so fine. Birdie was a beautiful woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, sweet and passionate. He had such a beautiful relationship with her. And he and her husband Bill had worked out a sort of tacit understanding about the whole thing. After all, Bill fooled around on the side quite a bit, and sometimes, Kurt knew, he had even brought a girl home to make a threesome with his wife. Theirs was what they called a modern marriage, one in which both parties were free to indulge their human desires to some degree. How he wished that he could get his sister Stacey to understand that kind of thinking!

His hot blood began pumping strongly, to be trapped in the elongating and hardening shaft of his penis, and he felt his balls being drawn up tight to his abdomen by his contracting scrotal sac, as his erection grew to fullness inside his confining trousers. It was an ego-satisfying feeling, and he was going to make the most of it. Damn! Now he was anxious to get Birdie stripped naked and into a bed… go home and try to make up with Stacey.

Finally, after long moments, Bill Wilson's wife leaned back in the circle of his strong arms, breaking the deep communion of their kiss and grinning impishly up into his face through her dark, smoldering eyes. "Shall we smoke a joint first, darling?" she asked.

He answered her with a smile and she got up and walked across the room to the bookshelf, bending over to seek out the small wooden stash box that was hidden there and extracting a single hand-rolled marijuana cigarette from it before replacing the box on the shelf. Kurt followed her with his eyes, enjoying the view of her sexily swaying hips, the blue-black sheen of her long hair hanging down her back, and below those luscious legs, smooth and creamy, tapered to perfection. How he loved the times he had been cradled between those satin-smooth thighs as he shoved his throbbing demanding cock deep into the moist warmth of her clinging cuntal sheath. He would never want to see the day that he could get no more of that.

He got up and in three long steps he pulled her close into his arms, again, his mouth hungry on hers as his tongue shot splurgingly between her soft, full lips deep into her mouth to search and taste. Obligingly, she nibbled, and sucked on his tongue; while at the same time, her tiny hand slid in between them to caress massagingly the huge bulge of his erect penis, inside his pants. Then, dexterously she searched for and found the tab to his zippered fly to lower it, the metallic sigh seeming louder than it really was in the quiet peacefulness of the living room. With sure, deft knowledge, Birdie Wilson snaked her tiny soft hand inside.his fly, gripped the warmly pulsing shaft of his massively hardened cock, and pulled it out into the cool air of the room, where it stood up long and hard in her hand between them.

He thrilled to her touch, his cock's shaft lurching involuntarily in her hand, and his own fumbled with the zipper running down the back of her dress. When he had lowered it to the base of her spine, his hand went inside the dress to caress the smooth, velvet like skin of her back, feeling it warm and vibrant on his palm. Now, he was really in a hurry. He had to have her stripped naked, the sooner the better… like right then!

Breaking the tongue jousting kiss, he leaned back away from her, pulling the dress down over her arms and forcing her to release the grasp of his hardened cock-shaft. Then as he slipped the garment down over the swell of her hips, Birdie gave Kurt a big, beautiful, loving smile that made his heart swell with pride.

She stepped out of the dress, then stooped and picked it up to carry into the bedroom, clad in only the briefest and wispiest of brassiere and panties. Kurt, following behind her, removed his pullover shirt as quickly as he could. "You know something," he said mischievously. "I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you!"

They were in the bedroom then and Kurt was kicking off his running shoes and dropping his Levis. His friend's wife watched him as he finished undressing, and he was standing before her nakedly tall and lithe, his pulsing erection spearing out enormously from the mass of reddish pubic hair covering his loins.

"You're not worried about Stacey any more, are you honey?" asked Birdie thoughtfully. "After this, you'll be able to face her nice and relaxed, won't you, Kurt?"

In that instant Kurt knew that everything would be all right. He was so grateful that he had a friend like Birdie. "You're right, sweetness," he nodded. "After this I'll be able to make up with her."

Then he came to her, reached around behind her and released the hooks of her brassiere. The garment came off in his hands to release the full high-set moons of her breasts, placed high and close together on her chest, the valley between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In the next instant he had dropped his mouth to a spiked-out nipple, his lips capturing and engulfing it to suck and nibble. His hand cupped its satin-skinned twin, his strong fingers digging painfully into the pliant flesh. She moaned softly as she leaned against him, her hips undulating in tiny circles on the hardened flesh of his cock trapped between their bellies.