This is the 3rd part of a story that DEMANDS you read Parts 1 & 2 first:
Part 1: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/90334.html
Part 2: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/91053.html
Once you've read that...you may continue...with PART 3:
That second night after my wife, Samantha, got home, Tara and I exchanged more than just a few looks. While the three of us were preparing dinner and setting the table, Tara leaned far over the table in her green blouse and stayed there for a moment, giving me a nice view of her cleavage. She looked up at me and smiled before standing back up, so I was positive she was teasing me on purpose.
And later that night, as we all went to bed, Tara walked out into the living room, where I was doing some last minute paperwork alone, just to say good night. She was wearing a nightshirt again, and, as with the night before, did not have any boxers on underneath. This time she stood for a minute as she said goodnight, and then stretched her arms above her head as she yawned, allowing the shirt to lift up and briefly show her green silk panties.
But the next five days I was tied up with work and was unable to get home before my wife, so I had no private moments with Tara. Once the weekend came, my wife and I went to visit friends and didn’t see her s****r much, but every moment for those five days I kept replaying the events in my head, imagining what Tara’s smooth, white hips looked like, how the top of her butt cheeks squished against the chair, how I could see the top of her butt crack, and the top of her pubic hair between her legs. I remembered how I had ejaculated all over myself and even on her, and how she was able to see my entire penis while I wiped up the mess. I masturbated each night in the shower thinking of her, but was unable to find any private time to look at any pornography. My wife was feeling quite odd with her s****r in the house, so was not in the mood for sex. After 5 days, I was extremely horny.
After the first Monday back at work, I finished early and rushed home, hoping for some “alone” time with my s****r-in-law. When I got home, Tara was already there, sitting on the couch.
“Hey, there, stranger!” she said happily. “You’re finally not working late, huh?”
I dropped my bag and smiled. “Finished early,” I said.
Tara was wearing sweat pants and a tight blue t-shirt that outlined the curves of her chest. She patted the couch next to her. “Take a load off,” she said.
I flopped down on the couch, and she turned toward me and pulled a knee up on the couch. “So, what are you up to?” I asked casually.
“Well….I have a confession to make,” she said shyly. “I’ve been looking through your porn collection…I hope you don’t mind.”
I was instantly aroused at the thought of Tara looking through my pictures of nude women while home alone. I wondered if she had already played with herself. I decided to ask, since she had gone right into the subject that I knew had been on both of our minds for the past 5 days. “So, did you play with yourself already?”
“Not yet,” she said. “At least, not TODAY…”
“Tara!” I feigned shock. “You mean you’ve been masturbating to MY porn without me??? Shame on you!”
She slapped my knee and laughed. “Yeah, well, I know you would have done the same. But check it out – and you probably already know this – but I’ve hooked the computer up to the widescreen TV. You can sit on the couch and surf with the wireless mouse, and see it all on the big screen.” She grabbed the mouse and turned on the TV, and it instantly brought up the desktop photo from my computer.
“Yeah, I do that to watch movies,” I said.
“But not to watch porn and masturbate?” she said. Using the word with each other so freely made me realize how much we had shared over the last week.
“Well…yeah, if no one’s home and I know I’m not going to be interrupted…you know, that my s****r-in-law isn’t going to walk in the door right in the middle…”
“Ha! Well, I’m glad that happened, because otherwise…” She didn’t finish her sentence, and I wasn’t sure what she would have said next, so I stayed silent. Tara opened up the folder on my computer that had all my photo collections. She already knew exactly where to find it
I glanced over at her in the blue t-shirt – it pulled in tight below her chest, and although I could tell she was wearing a bra, I swear I could almost see her nipples getting hard underneath.
“So, I have a question,” she said. “Why are these photo sets all in this folder labeled ‘T’?” She opened the folder and there were several photo sets of models named Josie, Sylvia, Sara, Marissa, and Jessi.
Shit. That was the kind of thing I didn’t want her to know about. The truth was that they were girls I liked to jack off to because their bodies reminded me of what I thought Tara’s might look like. I wasn’t sure how she would react to that kind of personal information.
“Uh…I don’t know,” I lied.
Tara looked at me as she opened the first folder marked “Jessi.” A model with long dark hair wearing a tight red tank-top and blue jeans appeared. “Bullshit,” Tara said. “You know why they’re all in here. Are these some of your favorites?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Why?” she prodded. I had a suspicion that she already knew.
“Honestly?” I asked, hoping she would be turned on by the answer and not repulsed.
“Of course – tell me the truth. You won’t freak me out or anything – you should know by now that I’m AT LEAST just as perverted as you…if not more.”
“I seriously doubt you could be MORE perverted. Anyway, those are girls that I thought might look like you,” I admitted, waiting for her reaction.
“I knew it!” she said victoriously. “I was looking through them and thought maybe you labeled it ‘T’ for my name. You dirty boy!” She laughed and rubbed her hand on my thigh.
“Well, you asked,” I said.
“Don’t worry – I don’t mind at all – I’m flattered. Actually, it turns me on to know that you masturbate and think about me.”
“So,” I said. “Now that you know…which one DOES look like you?”
Tara started skipping through the photos until the model Jessi was nude with her legs spread, revealing a hairy pussy and large D-cup breasts with tiny nipples. “Well, probably not this one,” Tara said.
“Her boobs are too big. And she has too much hair. Plus her ass is too small, though I’m flattered you think I’m that thin.”
An image was building in my mind of Tara that would help when I masturbated later in the shower while thinking about her.
“Well, what about some of the others?” I asked.
Tara opened up the next folder marked “Marissa” and it showed a model in a bikini. She skipped through until the model was nude.
“Um, definitely not this one,” Tara said. “What do you think – that my tits sag that much? I’m not even 27 yet! Although her ass is closer to mine – a little chunky like mine. But she’s almost completely shaved.”
“There are others sets of her with more hair,” I said. I was getting an erection looking at the photos and hearing how similar or different they were from my s****r-in-law.
Tara opened another of the model Marissa’s sets. “No, her boobs are too different – they sag and point down. And my, uh…ahem…fun-button…well, it isn’t QUITE so big!”
I shifted in my seat and put my hand on my crotch. “I’m getting turned on,” I said. “Is it okay if I play with myself?” I hoped she would do the same, just as the week before.
“Of course,” Tara said. “I’m getting turned on, too.” She opened up another folder marked ‘Sylvia’ and started skipping through photos until the model was naked.
I unzipped my jeans and reached my hand into my pants, gently stroking myself through my boxers. Tara casually slipped her hand down her sweat pants and appeared to be rubbing herself, though I couldn’t see anything and wasn’t sure if she was wearing panties or not.
“What about this one?” I asked. “She seems similar to you.”
“Her breasts are probably the same size,” she said. “But my nipples aren’t quite that big. And she’s too hairy, too.” She skipped through some more photos. “Again with the tiny ass! I WISH my ass was that small.”
“I don’t think that’s a small butt,” I said. “I like it, though it could be bigger.”
“Oh, you like big asses, huh?” Tara said, glancing down at my crotch.
“I like them plump,” I said. I decided her glance at my crotch was a hint, and I pulled my erect penis out of my boxer fly and started to rub it slowly with my thumb and index finger, giving her a good view of my whole cock this time instead of just the tip. I wanted her to get a good idea of how big it was when erect – a decent 7 inches – and hoped she was impressed. I knew it was above average, but wondered what she would think.
“Well, there’s only a couple left,” she said, opening the folder marked ‘Josie.’ “Will you be disappointed if this doesn’t look like me, either?” she asked. “Maybe your fantasy will be ruined!” She looked over at me and then down at my cock, watching for a few seconds as I stroked myself. She took in a good, long look, and it made me harder knowing her eyes were looking at my penis.
“It won’t ruin anything,” I said.
Tara skipped through some photos until the model Josie got naked. “Well – this is pretty fucking close,” she said. “Her boobs are the same size as mine, with similar-looking nipples that are about the same color.”
The model Josie had decent C-cup breasts with quarter-sized pink areolas. I stared at the model trying to picture Tara’s head on her body.
“What about her, uh....between her legs?” I asked.
Tara smiled. “Well, every vag is different,” she said laughing, “but it’s pretty close. She has about the same amount of hair, and my clit sticks out about the same.”
The model Josie had a gorgeous pussy – her dark pubic hair was trimmed slightly, but still nearly covered up her flesh-colored clit that stuck out of her lips. I kept stroking my cock and looked over to make sure that Tara still had her hand down her pants – she did.
“And her ass?” I asked. “Does she complete the whole package?”
“Yes, I would say the ass is close enough!” Tara exclaimed. “You’ve found a pretty good doppelganger.”
The model’s ass was plump but not fat – but she had some stray pubic hairs in her crack. I was curious: “What about the hair in her butt – is that, um…accurate?”
Tara looked embarrassed. “I can’t believe you would ask such a thing!”
“What’s wrong with asking about that?” I said. “I like the way the model looks – I think it’s sexy.”
“Really?” Tara said. “Guys like hair in a girl’s crack?”
“Some guys, I guess,” I replied. “I like it. Can’t you tell? Look at me – I’m hard as a rock!” That was the first time I had openly told Tara to look at my penis. I was a little embarrassed at saying it, but wanted her to acknowledge that she saw, and liked, my cock.
“Yes, I know you’re excited,” she said laughing. “And yes, I also have some hair in my crack like the model.” She seemed a little embarrassed.
“I figured so,” I said. “Your s****r does, so I figured you probably did, too.”
“So do you masturbate to these models often and think about me?” Tara asked. She lifted her shirt slightly to show off her stomach, and I could see below her belly button and where her hand disappeared into her sweats.
“More than a few times,” I said honestly.
Tara opened up another folder marked “Tara” in my collection. I didn’t remember a model with her name before, and was shocked when I saw the photo.
I instantly recognized the background – it was taken in the living room in front of the same couch we were sitting on now. And in the photo was Tara standing in a skimpy blue-and-white bikini. She was looking into the camera with lovely eyes that seemed very sexy. I realized that she had just taken the photo and put it into my collection. I had seen Tara in a bikini before, but having a photo of her up close would be great jack-off material. Her breasts were pushed up showing off her cleavage in the tight bikini top, and the bottoms were so skimpy that I figured they must JUST barely be covering up her pubic hair.
“So, do you think you could masturbate to this?” she asked wryly.
“Fuck yeah,” I said. “You look incredibly hot in that photo.”
“You’re welcome to it,” she said. “I took it for you. I saw you looking at me the other day when we were playing with ourselves, and knew that you liked seeing even PART of my body. So I thought you might like this.”
“Thanks – it’s awesome. Do you mind if I jack off to it right now?”
“Actually…there was something else I wanted to talk to you about,” she said, somewhat seriously. I felt a little awkward suddenly and so I sat up in the couch and stuffed my erection back into my jeans. She also pulled her hand out from her sweatpants.
“What is it?” I asked affectionately.
Tara looked a little red with embarrassment. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to blurt it out. I like looking at you…and I liked looking at you playing with yourself the other day, and…well…” she stopped and looked like she was having second thoughts.
“You can tell me anything – it’s okay.”
“Well, I was wondering if you thought it would be okay if we masturbated while watching each other. It just seems like we’re sitting here looking at pornography, when really we could look at each other. You know, the real thing…instead of only just photos.”
I didn’t reply and waited for her to continue. I wondered if she meant would just watch each other like we did the other day. Or…if she meant we should show a little more…
“So…” she continued, still bashful. “I thought maybe we could take off our clothes and play with ourselves, you know…letting each other see…”
“I think that would be hot,” I said. “If you’re okay with it.”
“I’m fine with it – I like guys to look at me and get off. And it’s not like we’re doing anything. We’re just masturbating, which is normal, but watching each other do it. We’re not cheating or anything. We don’t have to tell Samantha anything.”
I was so caught up in the moment that my wife had completely slipped my mind. “Yeah, let’s not tell her anything – please.” I said. “But you’re right – we’re not cheating or anything. Just using each other for…”
“--visual aids,” she said laughing, finishing my sentence for me.
“Okay, I’m game,” I said. “Why don’t you start?”
“I knew you’d say that,” Tara said, punching my leg affectionately. “Okay, I’ll start, but you have to get naked, too. You can’t cheat or back out.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Tara stood up in front of me. She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head. She had on a white, low-cut bra underneath that was tight and showed off her cleavage. She threw the t-shirt to the ground and stood there looking at me, her perfect C-cup breasts perched in their white undergarments. She was just as beautiful in her bra as I imagined, and even more beautiful because she was only a couple of feet away from me.
I decided to keep up with her and unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off, sitting on the couch in my boxers. Then I, too, pulled my shirt off over my head.
“Mmm…” Tara said. “You look sexy getting undressed.”
“So do you,” I said. “Take off your sweats. I want to see more.”
“Okay, but be ready,” she said. “I’m not wearing any panties underneath.”
I couldn’t believe I was about to see my s****r-in-law’s vagina up close. I put a hand on my hard erection over my boxers and braced myself, hoping I wouldn’t blow my load right away.
Tara turned around with her back to me and began to pull the sweats down. First I saw the top of her crack, and then as she bent over, her entire plump ass was exposed to me. It looked soft and inviting, and I fought back the urge to reach out and caress it. When she bent all the way over, I caught a glimpse of her hairy lips between her legs. She stood back up, and I saw the cute little fat dimples in her ass. I could imagine rubbing my cock between her crack and grabbing her cheeks while fucking her, and it was all I could do to keep from ejaculating.
“Turn around,” I ordered. “Let me see you.”
Tara did, and my eyes followed her white cleavage between her bra, down her taut stomach, past her bellybutton, and on down to my first view of her pussy. It was beautiful – her pubic hair had been trimmed to just the right length so that it was thick and long, yet too short to be curly. She had dark hair that went just past her bikini line onto her inner thigh. Her fleshy clit stuck out in the middle of her dark triangle patch. I thought about what my wife looked like nude, and realized that Tara’s pubic hair was much darker than my wife’s, and not as long. Her clit was a little more swollen and bigger than my wife’s, too. I suddenly wished that I were staring at both my wife and her s****r at the same time.
“Wow,” I said. “You are beautiful.” I slid my boxers off and my erection popped out in full view. For the first time, Tara could see my entire penis and balls. My pubic hair was kind of long and thick, but I had shaved underneath my balls. She stared down at me and watched me fondle my cock. I noticed she was staring and was curious to know what she thought. “What do you think?” I asked. “Is it okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “It’s nice and thick, and plenty big,” she said. “My s****r is a very lucky girl.”
“You don’t think it should be bigger?” I asked, hoping for a compliment.
“No, it’s big enough,” she said, watching me closely. I knew she wasn’t being honest – my erect penis wasn’t that big – about 7 inches at the most – but it felt good to hear her say that.
“Does it turn you on to look at it?” I asked.
“What do you think?” she said. “Of course it does…especially when you touch it like that.”
Then Tara reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She lowered her shoulders and slipped the white bra off, and the moment I had been waiting for since I met my s****r-in-law was here. Her pert white tits were bigger and perkier than my wife’s, at least a full C-cup, and they hung perfectly from her chest, bouncing slightly as she tossed her bra to the ground. Her pink areolas were a little bigger than a quarter, and had nice protruding buds in the middle.
I started to stroke my hard penis a little faster while I stared at Tara’s nude body. She was unbelievable. She cusped her breasts in her hands, squeezed them, and pinched her nipples as she watched my cock throb. Then she came over and sat down on the couch just a few inches from me. As she walked her breasts bounced slightly. She leaned on the armrest and spread her legs toward me. Her pussy lips opened slightly and I could see where her pubic hair ran past her pussy to the bottom of her ass crack. She rubbed her finger against her clit and used her other hand to spread her lips. As she did so, her arms pushed her tits together.
I now could see past her clit and right into her love hole. Her rosy-colored flesh was moist and soft, and she soon started to insert her middle finger into her hole. I moved my legs and spread them further, giving her a good view straight up the middle of my legs. I was sure she could probably see even a bit of my asshole and under my balls, since I used a razor to shave that area. I stroked harder and faster, as her pussy was just inches from my cock, and I knew I would cum soon.
Tara leaned back farther on the armrest, and now I could see her ass cheeks part. She shoved her finger deep into her vagina and moaned as she did so, staring the whole time at my big purple cock and the drops of pre-cum that were dripping from my head. As she rubbed and fingered herself, her beautiful tits shook and jiggled. Her finger went in and out of her pussy, each time glistening from her juices.
“I’m going to cum,” I announced somewhat accidentally, just as I did with my wife when we were having sex or she was giving me a blowjob. “I can’t stop…”
Tara kept rubbing herself. “It’s okay…go ahead and cum. I want to see you cum…”
The first load of hot cum shot from my cock and landed on my thigh. I began to ejaculate several thick gobs of semen from my penis that splattered on my stomach, thighs and hand. The cum ran down my cock and acted as lube for my hand.
Tara moaned loudly as the gobs of cum shot out, and bucked her hips against her finger. She closed her eyes, and then slowed her movements until she finally pulled her finger out. I stared at her dripping pussy, which was now opened wide from her finger, her folds of flesh worked open and swollen from her masturbation. There was some of her cream running down her pussy into her ass crack, and I imagined using it for lubrication.
The two of us sat on the couch naked for a few minutes, not saying anything. I looked her body over, admiring her perfect tits and hairy pussy, while she looked at my softening cock sitting in a mess of semen.
“So is that better than jacking off to porn?” she finally asked me with a smile.
…TO BE CONTINUED…