William Scott: His horny sister

Later that night, when they were alone and lying quietly in bed, Sharon told Steve how she felt.

"I enjoyed what happened," she said. "I really enjoyed it, as strange as that sounds."

"Because you thought you needed the punishment?" he asked, taking her hand.

"Partly that. But mostly because it was you doing those things to me. You must have changed your ideas about sex, or you wouldn't have done them."

"Yeah, I've changed, I guess. I believe I'm ready to accept you now, the way you are. No. Accept isn't the right word. What I mean to say is I'm prepared to appreciate you."

"Darling…" She snuggled close to him, and they kissed.

"I was pretty narrow-minded before. But that business with your brother – that was too much."

"I'll never let Todd touch me again," she promised. "Anyway, he's gone."

"I wonder where he'll go? All I can say is, he sure as hell needs something to settle him down."

"Lover?" she asked softly.

"Yes, hon?"

"Would you be very angry if I asked, to do something for you? Something that would please me – and you, too, I hope?"

"What's that?"

"I'd like to suck your cock, Steve," she said softly.

"And I'd like you to do it, darling," he replied.

They kissed again, then she quickly pushed the covers off him and slid lower on the bed. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, furnishing all the illumination they needed.

Sharon placed her hand on her husband's cock and balls, and began to fondle his relaxed privates gently. Though he had exerted himself a great deal that night already, new power flowed into his loins, and his prick stiffened to stand rigidly erect.

He had bathed before coming to bed, and his dick exuded only the fresh odor of his maleness as she leaned close to it. She encircled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and slid the foreskin back away from his inflated glans. She blew gently at the tip of the cock, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick the smooth, rounded head.

Steve writhed blissfully as his beautiful young wife tongued his glans. She lapped gently against the underside of the knob, then worked slowly around the ridge. She fluttered her tongue teasingly against the very lip of his prick, and a drop of clear moisture came out to roll back on her tongue and down her throat.

Now she licked and nibbled along the entire length of his prick and proceeded to pay loving attention to his balls. She sucked at them individually and licked the wrinkled, hairy sac all over. She lifted the sac and licked underneath it.

This act was giving her a great deal of pleasure, not only because of the physical sensations involved, but because of the supplication which it indicated. He was her absolute master – he had proved that earlier tonight – and she was, by this act of humility, begging for his love and kind treatment. She was putting herself completely in to do with as he wished. And she knew he would love her without inhibition from now on.

As she licked and sucked at the soft skin surrounding his nuts, she had an urge to go even farther. She must never hold back with him, she decided, just as she expected him never to hold back with her.

"Turn over, darling," she whispered as she raised her head.

He rolled onto his stomach.

She stroked the firm, hair-strewn mounds of his butt and the backs of his thighs. Gradually he eased his legs apart. She climbed between them and positioned herself on her knees.

As a sweet surge of excitement mounted within her, she took hold of his buttocks and pinched them so that they separated. She looked at the dark, hairy furrow between, and particularly at the puckered depression of his asshole.

She leaned closer and blew into the dimple of his ass. He writhed and moaned pleasurably.

Now she stuck out her tongue once more and lowered her face until it was pressed directly between his buttocks. She licked at his tingling asshole, deriving a keen sense of enjoyment from this most humbling of all acts.

As her passion increased, she pressed the tip of her tongue against his bung and wormed it moistly into his ass. She clamped her wet lips around the asshole and sucked as she stroked her tongue slowly in and out… in and out.

She tongued his ass in this manner for a long time, until he became wild with lust, then she let him roll over and she took his immense throbbing cockhead into her warm, loving mouth.

She sucked his cock with intense ardor, pumping her head briskly up and down. His glans rode the velvety length of her lapping tongue, surging into her throat and bunting the roof of her mouth. Her teeth scraped his shaft, and her lips sucked unceasingly.

Finally Steve could hold back no longer, and his cock gushed into Sharon's sucking mouth and throat. She drank the thick, bland-tasting cream, loving it because it was his.

He knew now what her needs were, and he resolved to tend to them thoroughly for as long as he remained at home. But what about after he left for Alaska to serve his next five-month stint? he wondered.

The one thing he didn't want to have happen was for Todd to come messing around again. The next morning, without discussing it with Sharon, he put in a call to Barbara. That afternoon she came over, catching Sharon at home alone, as Steve had planned.

Sharon was surprised to see the other girl – and not too happy about it either, because Steve had been out with her the night before. But Barbara had proved, also, that she had an understanding of Sharon's needs. Now she quickly convinced Sharon that she wanted to be her friend.

"Steve doesn't mean anything to me," she said frankly as they had coffee together. "He's a great guy, and I like him, but I certainly wouldn't try to take him away from you. Anyhow, I'm pretty sure I couldn't do that even if I wanted to."

"I hope that's right," Sharon replied with equal frankness.

"You can bet on it. You're the only woman he wants. Of course, that's not to say that he may not screw around a bit when he's up in Alaska. Boys will be boys, you know." Barbara smiled.

"That's where they have the advantage, I guess," Sharon observed.

"I wouldn't say that," Barbara replied thoughtfully. "There are ways for lonely wives to be taken care of, also – that is, if they know the right people and if they have a good understanding with their husbands…"

"What are you getting at?" Sharon asked.

"Just this – I could, well, arrange to have you meet a few guys while Steve's gone. Not the wild sort who were at the party last night, but some good, clean young studs. Guys who like to fuck instead of drink and blow pot. Know what I mean?"

Sharon believed she knew. But she was afraid Steve wouldn't approve. After all, she thought, she had pledged to be true to him from now on.

Barbara continued. "Some of these guys are barely into their twenties. You see, I have a younger brother, too, just like you have. But my brother, Rick, is only eighteen years old." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she went on. "He's introduced me to a number of his friends."

The thought of screwing a real young man – someone even younger than Todd – thrilled Sharon. But at the same time, she didn't want to do anything that Steve would disapprove of.

"I'm afraid that's out, Barbara," she said regretfully. "Thanks just the same."

"What's the matter? Are you afraid hubby wouldn't like it?"

"That's just what I'm afraid of," Sharon admitted.

"Well, you might be wrong about that," Barbara said. "Why don't you discuss it with Steve and find out?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Barbara smiled. "I thought you two had a perfect understanding now. That means you ought to be able to talk about anything and everything. Take my advice and discuss it with Steve tonight. He won't be angry – I guarantee it."