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                             PART 1

     Throughout the 15-odd years of his marriage, Tony had always
been attracted to his sister-in-law, Claire, but had never done
anything about it.  Although this may have been partly due to a
simple lack of nerve, it was primarily attributable to the fact that
he really loved his wife, and didn't want to take the chance of
hurting her.  During the past year, since his wife was gone, he had
given some thought to following up on these long suppressed desires
for several reasons.  First and foremost among them was the fact
that, over the years, Claire had put on quite a bit of extra weight,
and was therefore not as attractive as she once was, but he still
remembered the way she had looked "way back when," and from time to
time, pictured her that way in his mind.

    Actually, saying that he had "been attracted" to her is a bit
of an understatement.  It would probably be much more accurate to
describe his feelings as a healthy case of lust, combined with a
touch of good old obsession.  This was especially true in their
younger years.  If you could have seem Claire in those days, you
would easily understand the basis for Tony's feelings.  She was
about five foot four, with the face of an angel, large, deep hazel
eyes, long black hair, and a slim waist that flared out into just
the right amount of hip to accentuate her femininity.  She looked
great from behind, but the crowning glory of her appearance was, by
far, the fabulous pair of extremely bountiful breasts she had been
endowed with.  They had to be 40EE's, and believe it or not, they
didn't sag a bit.  They stood firmly out from her chest like the
cannons on a battleship, seemingly defying the laws of gravity.

     To top it off, Claire had a warm, friendly, fun-loving
personality.  She and Tony had always gotten along extremely well,
so much so that he had suspected on many occasions that she was as
attracted to him as he was to her.  Whenever they met, she would
always hug him somewhat closer and tighter than she did anyone else,
and her "hello" kisses seemed to last a bit longer than was really
necessary for a mere greeting between a sister-in-law and brother-
in-law, but these relatively minor incidents were never enough to
make him confident in the validity of his suspicions.  He always
wondered whether it was only his active imagination working
overtime.

     Despite her great looks and pleasant personality, Claire's
marriage had not been as successful as Tony's.  Her's had ended in
divorce almost ten years ago, primarily because her husband had been
screwing around with another woman.  I'd like to be able to say that
she finally saw the light and dumped the bastard, but as fate would
have it, he wound up leaving her.  What a jerk!

     For most of the intervening time, Claire had immersed herself
in her career, which she became very successful at.  She never
seemed to get involved more than casually with any other men, and
even that only on occasion.  This fact had served to keep Tony's long
suppressed fantasies about her alive over the years.  About a year
and a half ago, however, she had started seeing a guy named Bill,
and had subsequently become engaged to be married to him.  Their
wedding was scheduled to take place in just a few months.

     Tony's fantasies about Claire had been relatively dormant for
the past several years, primarily due to the fact that, in submerging
herself totally in her profession, she had also let herself go
physically.  Over that time she had succeeded in putting on an extra
35 or 40 pounds.  Her face was still beautiful, but her formerly
magnificent body had been concealed under a layer of protective fat.
If you had known her before, it was really heartbreaking to see her
like this.

     Over the past year, Claire and Tony had maintained contact, seeing
each other socially as platonic friends and at family affairs, or
at least talking on the phone three or four times a month, so he was
surprised when he didn't hear from her for a whole month, and couldn't
even get her on the phone.  Finally, he had given up trying, figuring
she would contact him when she got around to it, whenever she got
back from wherever she had mysteriously gone.

     One Saturday afternoon, he was puttering around the house, just
keeping busy with the never ending tasks that a person living alone
seems to have.  It seemed like any other Saturday in the past year.
Little did he know that the fates were brewing events that would change
his life, among others.

     The phone rang and he answered it.  He was pleasantly surprised
to hear Claire's voice at the other end.  "Hi, Tony.  It's me."

     "Hi, Claire," he said.  "Where the hell have you been.  I haven't
heard from you in a good month!"

     "I can't tell you now," she replied.  "It's kind of a surprise,
but you'll find out sooner or later.  Sooner, if you decide to do
the favor I'm going to ask of you."

     "Sure," he answered, without hesitation.  "Anything you want."


     "I seem to be having a little problem with my air conditioning,
and I can't get a repairman before Tuesday at the earliest.  They
all seem to be tied up with this terrible heat wave we've been having.
I was wondering if you could come over and take a look at it for me.
You know how totally helpless I am with mechanical things."

     "Sure," he chuckled, "anytime.  I'm no refrigeration expert,
but if it's something simple I might be able to help.  When do you
want me to come over?"

     "How about right now, if not sooner?", she shot back.

     "Not a problem," he said.  "Just let me get my tools together
and I can be there in about half an hour or so."

     "Great, but please hurry," she pleaded.  "I'm dying from this
sweltering heat.  I'll have a vodka and tonic waiting for you.  You're
going to need it in here.  That's the only thing that's kept me from
going completely insane with this heat."

     He had thought she sounded a bit strange, and now he understood.
She was probably half blitzed.  "I'll be there as fast as I can,"
he replied.  "Bye."

     He hung up the phone, gathered up his tools and drove over to
her condo.  It was just across town, so he was there in even less
time than he had estimated.  Arriving at the building's front door,
he rang the bell.  "Yes?", her voice came over the intercom.

     "It's me, your white knight.  I've come to rescue you from the
fire breathing dragon you've got up there," he jokingly responded.

     Her voice came back, "Well leave your horse outside, but you
may want to bring your lance with you."

     The lock buzzed open and he entered the building.  Kind of a
strange response, he thought for a few seconds, but then attributed
it to a bad joke, and dismissed it as he walked up the stairs to her
second floor apartment.

     When he arrived at her door he knocked, and her muffled voice
came from the other side, "Come in, Tony.  It's open."

     He let himself in and closed the door behind him.  When he turned
around, he received the surprise of his life on several levels at
once.  He was so surprised, in fact, that he actually took a step
backwards, slamming his back against the door in the process.  He
literally blinked his eyes several times to make sure it wasn't his
imagination paying tricks on him.  It wasn't.

     Claire stood in the center of the room, but it wasn't the Claire
he had expected to see.  It was the former Claire, trim and exceedingly
beautiful in all respects.  She looked as good as she had when he
first met her.  "No," he thought, "she looks even better, better than
she ever has."  She had trimmed down to at least her former self,
and her muscles looked taught and toned.  Her stomach was flat, her
waist was slim, and those breasts, those fabulous breasts, were as
huge and firm as ever.  Now that she had lost all that weight, they
were even more prominent than he remembered them.

     To top it all off, she was wearing, of all things, a sleeveless
baby doll nightgown.  It had a rather modest neckline (if anything
could be called modest when it was being pushed up and out by that
pair of fantastic knockers), with buttons running down the full length
of the front, and the hem stopped just an inch or so below her crotch.
Running down from there was a pair of shapely legs, their curves
accentuated by the high heeled satin slippers she was wearing.
Although the nightgown wasn't sheer (damn it!), its white cotton
material was thin enough to clearly reveal the outlines of all it
concealed, and the fact that she obviously had been perspiring from
the heat in the apartment made it cling to every curve.  He even
thought he could detect the dark shadows of her aureolas through the
top, but he wasn't sure about that.

     "H..h..hi," he stammered, unable to hide his absolute shock,
and likewise unable to raise his eyes from her body to her face.

     She laughed.  "Hi, notice anything different?"  She twirled around
in place, causing the nightgown's hem to fly up a bit, exposing a
glimpse of her thin, white panties in the process.

     "L..l..lots," he said, when he was at last able to gain a
semblance of control over his tongue.  "What happened to you?", he
asked, as he simultaneously felt a familiar stirring in the area of
his groin.

     "I've spent the last month at a health spa, working my ass off
to get back into shape.  I finally decided to lose that fat broad
I'd become.  It wasn't easy, but I did it.  Thirty straight days of
strict diet and strenuous exercise.  Thirty straight days of absolute
living hell.  I felt like I joined the Marine Corps, and paid for
the privilege of going through boot camp, but it was worth it.  I
lost 45 pounds and I feel great!  How do I look?"

     "You can't feel even half as good as you look," he replied
honestly.  "I still can't believe it.  You look good enough to eat."
The old, tired line had slipped out of his mouth before he had time
to think.

     She laughed again, and blushed slightly.  He thought he could
detect her nipples swell slightly under the thin material of the
nightgown.  "How about a drink before you get to work?"

     "I'll take the drink," he said, "but I think I'd better start
looking at that air conditioner right away while I have it.  It seems
to be getting hotter in here every minute."

     Claire got Tony his drink, and he went right to work.  She took
a seat on the couch on the other side of the room, watching television
and sipping her own drink.  During the course of the next hour and
a half or so, they both had several drinks as he worked on the air
conditioner and she watched T.V.  As he labored at his task, he glanced
over at her from time to time, visually drinking in the beautiful
sight of her long legs sticking out from under the hem of her nightgown
and those rib balloons
holding out the front of it like the top of a two ring circus tent.

     Finally, he located the problem, a loose wire, which he easily
reconnected.  "I think I got it," he stated confidently.

     "Well turn it on and try it," she declared.  "I'm dying in here.
If this doesn't work, I've decided to rent a hotel room until it's
fixed."

     "Well, here goes," he stated.  With that, he flipped the switch.
After a moment's hesitation, the air conditioner sprang to life,
spewing an ever increasingly cold stream of welcome, cool air into
the apartment.

     They both cheered loudly.  In the spontaneity of the moment,
Claire jumped up from the couch, ran over to where he was standing,
wrapped her arms around him, pressed the front of her body to his,
and gave him a long, tight hug, accompanied by an equally long kiss
on the mouth.  He could feel those warm, flesh pillows of hers crushed
against his chest as they kissed, and became acutely aware that his
jeans were suddenly becoming tighter in the crotch.

     When the kiss ended, she dropped her arms and stepped back from
him.  Looking at him sheepishly, she mumbled, "Sorry, I just got so
excited."

     "Me too," he responded, not sure if they were both excited over
the same thing.

     "Let's have another drink to celebrate," she said.

     "Sounds good to me."

     Over the course of the following couple of hours, they sat next
to each other on the couch, close, but not touching, as they sipped
several more drinks and talked about old times.  The whole time, his
mind was working on two levels at once.  One was paying attention
to their conversation, but another was drinking in the enticing view
she presented, and deciding whether or not to do something about it.

     He had fantasized about having her for so long.  Could this
be his chance?  Should he try to make a move on her now?  She did
seem to be in an especially friendly and open mood, and the drinks
she had consumed appeared to have loosened her up quite a bit.  She
wasn't fall down drunk, but she was on the far side of mellow.  She
looked so damn sexy!  Why had she greeted him dressed so provoca-
tively?  Could it be that she actually wanted him to make a move,
or was it only because, as she had said, of the heat in her apartment.
He couldn't be sure either way.  There were no easy answers.

     Finally, he reached a decision.  It was going to be now or never.
When the conversation reached it's next lull, he spoke:  "Claire,
there's something I have to say to you, but it's a bit sensitive,
and I don't want you to be upset or offended by it.  Just sit right
there and listen while I try to put my feelings into words."

     "I've always looked upon you as a close friend, not just a sister-
in-law, and I wouldn't want to say or do anything that might damage
that relationship.  Our friendship means a lot to me, more than almost
anything else in the world.  The only thing that was ever more
meaningful to me was my relationships with your sister.  Because of
that, I'm asking that you give me your word that you won't be offended
by anything I am going to say to you now.  Just remember that I'm
saying them only because I consider you my very close friend.  Please
feel free to ask me to stop at any time if you want me to.  O.K.?"

     She looked a bit confused, but nodded her agreement, and asked
him to go on.  He continued:  "First, I want you to know that I'm
extremely proud of what you've accomplished over the last month with
what I know must have been a very difficult program of diet and
exercise.  I think you look wonderful.  I don't remember you being
this slim and trim since before your marriage to that jerk ended,
and if you want my honest opinion, even though you're older now, I
think you look even better now than you did then.  You're not only
slim, you look like you're in better shape.  Your body is tighter
and firmer.  You also seem to have more confidence in yourself, and
that gives you a glow that's very appealing.

     "I don't know whether you're aware of this or not, although I
think you may have suspected it from time to time over the years,
but in addition to liking you and loving you as a sister-in-law and
as a friend, I've always been attracted to you in a physical sense
as well.  These feelings go way back to the first time I saw you at
your parents' house when I was going out with your sister.  I was
really very impressed with your pretty face and, if I might be so
bold as to add, your great body."

     "It's a little embarrassing to admit it, but there were many
times that I had fantasies about you, physical ones, sometimes very
physical ones, if you know what I mean.

     Claire looked a little embarrassed by his comment, but there
was a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth.  He
gazed earnestly into her eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to
go on.  "I thought about asking you to go out with me if your sister
and I ever broke up, and speculated on whether or not you'd say yes.
I even imagined what you would look like without your clothes on,
not just once but on many occasions."

     At this point he paused, trying to judge her reaction to this
last remark.  "There was definitely a smile there," he thought, and
decided to press his luck.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they
say.

     "When I thought about you like that, I'd especially wonder about
those great breasts of yours.  I'd speculate on how firm they were,
whether they'd sit up high on your chest without your bra on, and
how your nipples looked.  As a matter of fact, I spent a lot of time
wondering what your nipples looked like.  I imagined that they had
large, moderately dark aureolas, about three inches across, with the
nipples themselves being somewhat darker and having a tendency to
stand up and stick out like fingertips when you were aroused.  Am
I close?"

     Tony paused briefly and looked at her for a response, but she
remained silent.  Well, he thought, she hadn't stopped him, or even
acted shocked at his lewd remarks.  This just might work out after
all.  He took her hand in his and continued.

     "Well, anyway, at times, I even imagined making love with you
in just about every way possible, even between your tits.  I guess
I imagined screwing you between your tits quite a lot, varying the
ending between my coming in your mouth and shooting it all over your
nipples and those big tits and then rubbing it into your skin with
my hands.  I also fantasized fucking your pussy and then, just a I
was about to come, pulling my cock out and coating your face and tits
with my warm, sticky load as I jerked my self off, making sure that
every last drop got out of me and onto you.  Then I'd imagine smearing
it all over your lips and tits with the head of my cock and my hands."

     He noticed that she was beginning to squirm about in her seat
a bit and squeeze her thighs together.  Was this what would take to
turn her on, blatantly explicit sex talk?  Well, if that's what it
took, that's what he'd give her, but with just the right touch of
sensitivity.  Career women in the 90's liked that in a man.

     "I always felt you had the potential to be really hot in bed,
but needed the right guy, one who was knowledgeable enough about those
things, sensitive enough to find out what you liked as opposed to
just jumping on you and getting off, and cared enough about you take
the time and the trouble to do so.  Someone who could bring you along
slowly.  I always was convinced that, if you had someone like that,
someone like me I mean, your sexual
potential was almost unlimited.  That you could learn to both give
and receive pleasure with the best of them.

     "I also never believed for a minute that your ex-husband was
knowledgeable enough, sensitive enough, or caring enough to have a
snowball's chance in hell of making sex consistently pleasurable for
you, or of helping you to reach your sexual potential.  I seemed to
sense that he was too hung up on himself and his own pleasure to take
the time or trouble to make something like this happen.  That was
one of the reasons I never thought your marriage to him would last.
As a matter of fact, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did.
Not that I wanted it to fail, it's just that I was convinced it was
a lost cause.  How did I do on that one, was I close?

     Claire finally spoke.  "He always was kind of selfish in bed.
As a matter of fact, I never told this to anyone before, but I never
reached a climax when he and I made love, not with him inside me,
anyway.  At first, I didn't know what I was missing.  You know how
young I was when we got married.  I really didn't have any experience,
any frame of reference.  Then, after several years, I started reading
up on the subject and talking to some female friends about it.  That's
when I realized what I was missing.  I tried to talk to him about
it, but nothing changed."

     "Wow!  I can hardly believe that in all that time he never made
you come," Tony commented.  "Your sister and I were always pretty
good together in that department."

     "I know.  She told me about it.  Sisters tell each other
everything, didn't you know that?  You two did some pretty wild things
together."

     "Yeah, I guess we did.  Once I got her to loosen up and overcome
those hangups the nuns had laid on her in parochial school it seemed
like she was willing to try just about anything at least once, and
we almost did.  But enough about that.  Let's talk about you and me.

     "Anyway, that's how I felt about you when I first met you, and
for several years thereafter.  When you gained all that weight, it
didn't affect my liking and loving you as a friend at all, but I
stopped fantasizing about you in a physical way.  It didn't happen
all at once.  As a matter of fact, I didn't realize it had happened
at all, that's how slowly it occurred.   My fantasies just came less
and less often at first, and then not at all.  The only time I actually
realized they had stopped was when they started again."

     "And just when did that happen?," she asked playfully.

     "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it happened just a couple
of hours ago, when I walked in to this apartment and saw you, and
let me tell you, they're even stronger now than they were before,
a lot stronger."

     They both laughed over that one.  "Things seem to be going pretty
well," he thought.

     "Claire, it's not that I ever consciously tried to fantasize
about you.  The fantasies just seemed to pop into my head, just like
they're doing right now as I speak with you.  Sometimes they happen
when I'm actually with you, and sometimes when I'm alone, sometimes
when I've seen you recently, and sometimes when I haven't seen you
for a long time.  They just materialize from somewhere deep in my
brain without warning.

     "For instance, I might be lying in bed alone at night, trying
to go to sleep or watching some T.V. program that I'm not really
interested in.  As I lay there, consciously thinking about nothing
in particular, thoughts of you would creep into my head.  At first
it might just be a vision of your pretty face, and that will give
me a warm, cozy feeling.

     "It doesn't always stop there, however.  Those fairly innocent
thoughts seem to take on a mind of their own and escalate, and pretty
soon my vision will not only be of your face, but your body as well.
As my mental eyes travel over it, I'll start to feel a stirring down
in my groin area.  To put it more bluntly, my dick will start to get
hard.  Then your clothes will start to come off.  By the time you're
completely naked, I'm stiff and throbbing.  Usually what will happen
next is that I'll pop into the picture with you, and then begin to
kiss and touch you.  We'll both get hotter and hotter and wind up
engaging in some form of sex.

     "Sometimes, while one of these fantasies is being played in my
head, my hand will unconsciously stray down to my crotch, and I'll
begin touching myself.  When this happens, usually I'll just stroke
it, giving myself warm and pleasurable feelings to go with the fantasy.
Sometimes, however, I'll go all the way, pumping my stiff cock until
I come, shooting my come up in the air so it splashes down all over
my chest and belly, and timing that actual event to coincide with
coming with you in my mind.

     "It's amazing how good it feels.  Sometimes, solo sex can be
almost as good as sex with a partner, as long as your mind is in the
right place.  I've always believed that at least half the pleasure
one gets from sex comes from the mind anyway, and I guess this just
supports that theory.

     "I guess I've totally embarrassed and confused you with this
little confession of mine.  If I have, I'm sorry.  That wasn't really
my intention.  I'm really not sure what my intention was, to be
perfectly honest with you.  I just know that I couldn't keep these
thoughts and feelings to myself any longer.  For some reason I just
had to tell you about them."

     "I understand," she said.  "It's O.K.  I'm not offended, really.
As a matter of fact, I guess I should take it as a complement."

     Mentally he breathed a sigh of relief.  "Things are certainly
going well," he mused.  That seemed to be his opening.  Time to time
to enter it, and maybe her's as well.

     "Well, since you seemed to take that pretty well, I have a big
favor to ask of you."

     "Sure.  What is it?"

     "How about letting me have a little peek at those great big,
beautiful breasts of yours?  Come on, just let me see them.  I've
been imagining how those hooters would look for years now and I can't
take it anymore.  At least unbutton the top of your nightgown a bit
for me, so I can get a good look at your cleavage."

     She hesitated a bit, as if deciding what to do, and then slowly
unbuttoned the first three buttons of her top so that it was open
almost to the base of her tits.  "How's that?," she asked.

     "Well, I really can't see anything.  Why don't you unbutton it
the rest of the way, and spread the top open a bit so I can see that
fabulous cleavage?"

     After another several seconds of hesitation, Claire undid the
rest of her buttons and then slowly spread the top open about four
inches.  He still couldn't see her nipples, but there certainly was
a lot of chest meat showing.

     "Is that better?," she queried.

     "Yes, much better," Tony responded enthusiastically.  He gazed
at her chest longingly for almost a minute before he spoke again.
"That's beautiful, but I can't tell what your nipples look like, and
I'd love to see them.  Please take the top off so I can see your
titties better from all sides."

     This time she didn't move.  "Damn," he thought.  "Maybe a little
more coaxing would do it.  Some women love to be coaxed."

     "Come on, do it for me.  Call it a favor for an old friend.
Just take it in your hands, pull it open and slide it off, please!"

     Claire looked at Tony, and then down at her lap for what seemed
like a very long time.  Then she took a deep breath, and then her
hands started to move.  She grasped the edges of her nightgown top,
took another deep breath, and then slowly, excruciatingly slowly,
she drew it open and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her
splendid pair of tits to his hungry eyes.  Then she took it the rest
of the way off and dropped it on the floor next to the couch.

     "Wow!," he said.  "That's one magnificent set of major mammaries.
They're superb, and those nipples are fantastic, just like I imagined
they'd be, only better.  Now that wasn't so bad, was it?  They look
like they're beginning to harden a little bit.  Rub them for me so
I can see them stand up good and hard.  Did your sister ever tell
you that hard nipples are one of my
favorite turn-ons?"

     "Of course she did.  I just told you she told me everything,
didn't I?"

     "Yes, you did.  How silly of me.  Then you wouldn't mind massaging
your tremendous tits for me, would you?"

     That request engendered another pause.  Tony waited, and at last
Claire's hands moved slowly up to her chest and began squeezing her
huge tits.  It looked like she was in the process of making bread,
kneading some erotic form of dough.

     "Now take your nipples between your forefingers and thumbs,"
Tony gasped.  "Twirl them, pinch them gently and tug them outward
from your breasts.  Get them good and erect."

     She followed his instructions to a "T", and her nipples hardened
and swelled under her touch.

     "That's beautiful.  Can you lift up your tits towards your mouth
and lick and suck your own nipples?"

     "I've never done that before," Claire commented shyly.

     "Well, I kind of figured you'd never tried it before, but I was
wondering if you could let me see you try to do it.  I've seen it
done by women in porno movies, but I never saw anyone do it in person.
That's probably because I never knew anyone who had big enough breasts
to try it well enough to ask them to do it for me.  Go ahead, give
it a shot."

     She lifted one heavy breast towards her chin, tilted her face
down to it, and gave the nipple a tentative lick.  In the now cool
air of the room, the coating of saliva made her nipple react almost
instantaneously, crinkling and growing in response.  Claire licked
it a few more times and then took it into her mouth and began to suck
on it.  She seemed to be enjoying herself, or at least enjoying what
her little show was doing to Tony, because as she sucked, she raised
her eyes, looked straight into his, and smiled.  Then she went to
the other one, and gave it some of the same treatment.

     Tony could hardly contain himself.  He knew he had to get in
on some of this.  "I knew you could do it.  That's great, and it seems
to be making you nipples harder as well.  They must be standing out
from your aureolas about half an inch.

     "I bet if I sucked your nipples they'd stand up even more than
they are now.  Come on, let's give it a shot.  I promise I'll be
gentle.  I'll just take your breasts in my hands, like this."

     He tenderly grasped the underside of a breast in each hand,
weighing them in his palms.  "Then I'll just lean forward, and kiss
each of them gently."  That's exactly what he did.

     "Now I'll go back and forth from one to another, sucking on them,
playing with them with my tongue, and nibbling them gently.  Mmm,
that's nice, isn't it?"

     He heard Claire breathe sigh deeply and felt her relax, leaning
against the back of the couch to accept his loving
attentions.

     "God," he said, his voice slightly muffled by her chest meat,
"they're getting bigger!  They're hard as rocks and they must be
standing out from your aureolas almost an inch now!  They're great!
I love them.  Doesn't that feel nice?  Do you like the way it feels?"

     "Yes," she sighed.  "It feels very, very good.  You have a nice
touch."

     "It feels great to me too.  It's fantastic!  Is this making you
hot?  Are you getting turned on?"

     "I guess it is."

     "You guess it is?  I can tell this is getting to you by the way
your breathing is getting faster, deeper and more ragged.  I know
sure as hell that I'm getting as hot as hell.  My dick is a hard as
a baseball bat.

     "Is the crotch of your panties getting wet now?  I'll bet it
is.  Let me see.  I'll just reach down and check."

     Tony moved one hand to her knees, but found that they were pressed
closely together, thwarting his efforts.  "Relax your legs and let
me slip my hand between them.  Just let them relax and spread them
wider."

     Claire sighed again and let her knees fall apart.  Tony promptly
dropped his hand between them.  "Now I'll just slide my hand up and
find out wet your panties are."

     He moved his hand up to her silk covered love nest.  "They're
soaked!  Your love juices must be really gushing, and even through
this cloth I can feel that your pussy lips are swollen and pouting,
peeling open like the petals of a flower.  I'll just rub them gently
through your panties for a while, and up here by your clitty, too."

     As that hand caressed her between her legs, her breasts were
tended by his other hand and his mouth.

     After a while, he lifted his head from her chest and spoke.
"There, doesn't that feel nice?"

     She was silent, but her demeanor betrayed her sentiments on the
matter.  Her head lay limply back against the couch, her eyes were
lightly closed, and her lips were slightly parted.

     "Let's get rid of these panties.  They're just getting in both
our ways.  I'll just reach up, like this, grasp the waistband and
slip them down.  Just lift yourself up a bit so I can get them down
over your behind."

     Claire didn't move.  When he tugged again to give her the hint,
she opened her eyes, lifted her head, and quietly murmured:  "I'm
not sure we should be doing this.  You're my brother-in-law, and
besides, I am engaged.  Maybe we should stop."

     He almost couldn't believe his ears.  He thought things had been
going almost perfectly up until now.  What should he do?  Should he
simple accede to her request, or should he try a different approach?
With all this stuff about "acquaintance rape" going around, how far
should he push it before some tight-ass judge would think he had
crossed the line?  Fuck it, he decided.  He'd try a stronger approach.
If that didn't work, well, he didn't want to think about that
possibility just yet.

     "What the hell are you talking about?", he said in his best stern
voice.  "Here I am trying to give you love and pleasure, and all of
a sudden you try to play virgin with me?  We know each other too long
for that shit!  I like you a lot, a whole lot.  Maybe I even love
you as much more than a friend.  To be perfectly honest with you,
I'm not really sure yet on that part.  One thing I am sure of is that
I want you.  If you want me too, that's great, because I think we
could be fantastic together.  If you don't, then I guess we can go
on being just friends.  But if you want to play games, go find somebody
else.  Now I'll give you one more chance.  Lift your ass up or simply
tell me to stop, and I will."

     She looked away from him, paused, and then lifted her butt off
the couch.  "Great," he thought, "it worked.  It seems like she likes
to take direction.  Dirty talk and a stern approach, an interesting
combination.  I'll have to remember that.  It may come in handy."

     Wasting no time, he slid her white panties down her legs, over
her feet and off.  She was now completely naked, except for those
high heeled slippers.

     "Good, that was easy now, wasn't it?"  Tony looked at her panties
lying there in his hand.  Then he held her them up to his face and
inhaled their aroma deeply.  "They certainly are pretty, and they
smell nice too.  They smell like...sex, sweet and musky at the same
time.  I love that smell.  It reminds me of...
pleasure."

     He casually tossed them aside, and returned his hand to the inside
of her thigh.  "Now I'll just slip my hand up between your thighs
again and see what I can find there.  Come on now, relax your legs
and let them fall open again for me.  Wider, yes, that's more like
it.  Now I'll just let my hand continue up these smooth thighs of
yours like this until it finds something more interesting."

     His hand climbed slowly upward until it reached her twat.  "Well,
what have we here?  It feels like a warm, furry little animal, a very
wet, warm, furry little animal.  I wonder what kind of animal it is.
I think I'll just pet it until I can figure it out.  It certainly
is soft and warm.  It feels very nice.  What's this, a little bump
on its head?  It must have bunked its head.  I guess I should rub
this little bump to make it feel better."

     He skinned back the hood covering her clit, and began to expertly
manipulate the sensitive little organ.  Claire began to slowly twist
and squirm.  "There, does that feel better?  Yes?  I thought it would.
Why are you squirming around so much while I rub the bump on the little
animal's head?  Tell me."

     "It feels nice," she said in a meek little voice.

     Tony's fingers moved lower, down her cunt lips to her hole.
"Now what's this?  It seems like its mouth.  I think I'll slip my
finger between its lips and see what happens.  Do you think it'll
bite me?  No?  I don't think so either.  It seems to be pretty
friendly."

     He slipped a finger inside her.  "There, I've got my finger in
halfway.  Now I'm sure it isn't going to bite me.  Do you know why
I'm sure?  Because it doesn't have any teeth!  All it has is gums;
warm, soft, wet gums.

     "I think I'll slide my finger in the rest of the way, and move
it in and out like this.  It seems to like that, and so do you, don't
you.  You keep moving around while I do it, and your
breathing is getting faster and more irregular."

     That was in fact the case.  Her eyes were half closed now as
well.  "Wait a minute," he said, "I think I know what kind of animal
this cute little thing is.  It's a pussy!  It's your furry little
pussy, and I'll bet you knew it all along, didn't you?  You were just
stringing me along, weren't you?  You were just stringing me along,
making me think you didn't know what it was either, just so I would
keep touching it, and moving my finger in and out, like this, right?
Come on now, admit it.  Tell me you knew all along.  Say, 'I knew
all along that it was my pussy, but it felt so nice, I just wanted
you to keep touching it.'  Come on, say it."

     She repeated his words, and he went on.  "Now, if you want me
to keep touching it, you're going to have to ask me nicely.  Say,
'Please, Tony, touch my twat.'  Say, 'Please rub my clit.  Please,
stick your finger all the way up my hot hole and move it in and out.'
Say, 'Please finger fuck my pussy.'  Come on, say it for me.

     In almost a whisper, Claire repeated his words exactly.

     "That's good," he commented approvingly.  "Now tell me how much
you like it.  Tell me how much you like how it when I touch your pussy,
tell me how it good feels."

     Her voice quivered as she said, "I like it.  I like it a lot.
Please don't stop touching me like that.  It feels so very good."

  "Good," he responded.  "Now kiss me."

     He moved his face to hers and they kissed long and hard, their
wet tongues entwining.

     "Your pussy feels so nice, I just have to see how it looks.
You just sit right here on the couch and I'll kneel down on the floor
in front of you so I can get a better viewing angle."

     Tony moved to the floor in front of her and knelt between her
legs.  "Now open your legs...wider.  Open them as wide as you can."

     She spread her legs wide apart for him, opening herself up for
his inspection.  "O.K.  My, that is a pretty one.  Lean back so I
can see it more clearly, and slide your cute little ass forward so
that it's just hanging over the front edge of the couch.  That's
better.  It's such a beautiful little pussy.  I think I'll put my
face up real close to it so I can see it even better.  Nice, very
nice.  Can I touch it some more?"

     Claire silently nodded her head.  "Yes?  Good.  I'll just use
my fingertips to gently grasp your pussy lips and spread them open
so I can see up inside you, like this.  It looks nice and pink and
wet in there, and look how nice your clit stands up straight and tall
when I spread open your pussy lips a little further."

     She certainly did have a pretty twat.  The lips were very tight,
and it was a bright pink inside, contrasting nicely with her dark
pubic fur.  When he spread open her pussy lips, her clit stood up
straight.  It was bigger than most he had seen, maybe the biggest
ever.  It seemed to be nearly an inch long, and it looked almost like
a little cock.

     "I think I'll slip a finger in there and move it in and out a
bit like before.  Well, that went in nice and easy, and all the way,
too.  Maybe I'll try to put another finger in alongside the first.
Mmm...that's a little tighter, but it seems to be working its way
in alright.  How does that feel, good?"

     "Mmm," she sighed.

     "I thought it would.  Now that I have two fingers all the way
up you, do you want me to try a third?  Don't worry, I'll be gentle.
Come on, let me try it."

     Claire nodded her head, and Tony began trying to work a third
finger into her twat alongside the first two.  He moved his free hand
back up to her chest to massage her tits and occasionally pull and
tug on her extremely hard nipples.  "It's getting really tight now,
but I'm sure we can do it.  Just tilt up your hips a bit.  Lift your
legs up and spread them open a little wider."

     She lifted her legs as high as she could and spread them
obscenely.  "There it goes, working its way in.  It's almost in all
the way.  Good, we did it.  Now I'll just slide them in and out of
your hole in long, slow strokes like this.  Nice, eh?"

     The only thing he cold get out of her in the way of a response
was a series of breathless grunts.  "Somewhat unfeminine," he thought
amusedly.  "I wonder what her employees would think if they could
see their high class executive now.  I should have brought a video
camera.  Oh, well, maybe some other time."

     Claire was now humping her hips up at his hand.  "The way you're
moving your hips it seems like you want me to go deeper.  Do you?
O.K., I'll try but I'm pushing them in all the way now, as far as
I can on the in-strokes."

     He pushed a bit more forcefully.  "There, I think we're getting
them to go in a little deeper now.  Still not enough?  You still want
more?  Well, let's just add something else to the mix, so to speak.
How about if I kiss, lick and suck your pussy lips and clit while
I continue to work my three fingers in and out of your twat?"

     Tony leaned forward and planted a big, wet kiss right square
on her pussy lips.  Then he slipped his tongue between them and licked
her up and down in long, slow strokes.  Her juices were flowing
copiously, and they quickly coated his face with a sheen.

     After several minutes, he pulled his head back a few inches.
"Do you like that?  Do you want more?"

     She nodded again.

     He replaced his lips on her clit with the thumb of the hand whose
fingers were fucking her hole.  Meanwhile, his lips and tongue wandered
further south, below her pussy hole, licking and sucking as they went.

     "Mmm...it's nice down here too.  I'll bet your perenium is very
sensitive.  I think I'll lick it and find out."

     As soon as the tip of his tongue touched that tactile strip of
skin between her cunt and her asshole, she literally jumped with
pleasure.  "Yep, I was right, very responsive.  You really started
to twitch when I started to lick your perenium.  I think I'll do it
some more," and that's just what he did.

     After another minute or two, he let his tongue start to drift
back further, into the cleft of her ass.  When it reached her asshole,
he swirled it around the edges of that puckered orifice several times
in quick succession.  In response, Claire jumped and twitched even
more.

     "I guess you like that too.  Let's see if you like this."  With
that, he stiffened his tongue, pointed it, and began pressing it into
her tight asshole.  At first he just used shallow pushes, but as her
rectal muscles loosened, he gradually pushed it in deeper and deeper,
until it was stabbing up her rectum as far as it could possibly reach.
Claire twisted, writhed and humped her hips up at his face and hands
like she was having an attack of some sort.  She was going out of
control with lust.

     When Tony finally raised his head, he said, "Did you like that?
I know it felt different, but did you like it?  It certainly seemed
like you did.  Tell me."

     "It was wonderful," Claire said breathlessly.  "Please do it
some more.  I think I need more of that."

     "Has anybody ever done that for you before?", he asked.

     "No, never," she responded through clenched teeth.  "Nobody has
ever even touched me back there.  Now do it some more, please."

     "What with my slamming three fingers in and out of your twat,
and rubbing your clit with my thumb, and tongue-fucking your asshole
all at the same time, it's no wonder it felt so good.  But now that
I've loosened up and lubricated your asshole with my tongue, I think
we'll go a little further."

     With that, he moved the hand that had been working over her
breasts down between her legs.  He placed the tip of his forefinger
at the entrance to her ass, and pressed gently but firmly inward.
Again her rectal muscles resisted at first, but only momentarily,
and then Tony's finger popped inside her dark, nether hole.  He held
it still for a bit to let her get used to the novel intrusion, and
then began to slide it in and out.

     When he felt her begin to respond, he worked a second finger
in alongside it.  It was sure a tight fit, but before too long he
had both fingers stuffed up her asshole, and working their way in
and out.  He returned his mouth to her clit and began to suck her
there again as his three fingers continued to slip in and out of her
cunt.

     She was totally out of control with lust now.  Her senses were
being bombarded with pleasure on all sides.  She was twisting around
so much that Tony was having a hard time maintaining contact with
the various parts of her body, not to mention keeping all his movements
coordinated.  Finger-fucking her cunt with one hand, and her ass with
the other, while he sucked on her clit, all at the same time, wasn't
easy, but Tony was good at this sex game, and was doing an admirable
job under the circumstances.

     "It won't be long now," he thought.  Almost immediately, her
whole body tensed in one, big spasm.  Her head and shoulders were
flung back and her hips arched forward, lifting her entire torso off
the couch.  Loud moans escaped her lips, followed immediately by an
unearthly scream of passion.  Claire's head twisted from side to side,
snapping back and forth uncontrollably as she continued to come with
tremendous force.  All Tony could do was hold on for the ride and
wait out the storm.  He had never seen anyone come so hard and so
long.  "That one must have been building up for a long time," he mused.
It was such a hot scene that it almost made him shoot his load just
to witness it, but he strained and held it back.  He was saving that
for later.

     At last, he felt her body start to relax and collapse back down
onto the couch.  Other than an occasional twitch and the belabored
heaving of her chest, she lay absolutely still and silent for a long
time.

     Finally, she opened her eyes, looked down at him, and spoke:
"That was absolutely wonderful!  I've never felt that way before in
my entire life.  It was fantastic.  Thank you.  Now I really know
what my sister meant when she used to tell me how good you were in
bed.  You aren't good, you're great!  I thought I was going to die,
but I didn't care.  It would have been worth it."

     "Glad to be of service to a friend in need," he said, kiddingly.

     "I guess you need to be taken care of too," she added.  "After
what you just did for me, I'll do anything for you, anything at all.
Just let me catch my breath.  I'm still kind of dizzy."

     "Anything at all?", he thought.  "Well, we'll soon see about
that.  It would be nice."  Tony sat down on the couch, had a well
deserved slug of his drink, and waited for Claire to recover.

As he waited, he spoke to her.  "Of course I'll wait.  I'm certainly
not going anywhere soon.  I feel like I have a pogo stick growing
in my pants.  You really did come like gangbusters!  I was worried
you were going to blow the top of your head off with that one.  The
way you were moaning and groaning, I wouldn't be surprised if the
cops show up in a few minutes looking for a murder victim.  That was
a really intense experience.  I know, you're still dizzy and
disoriented.  Just lie there for a few minutes while you catch your
breath.  You'll recover.  Very few people actually die from acute
sexual pleasure."

     After about five or ten minutes, she sat up and turned to him.
She still looked a bit woozy, so he spoke first.  "Feel better now?"

     "I think so."

     "Good.  I'll just sit next to you for a little while longer and
gently stroke your big, beautiful breasts and soft, flat belly while
you come down.  I guess I was right about your sexual potential with
the right man."

     He moved closer to her and started rubbing her huge breasts.
In a short time, her nipples began to stiffen again.

     "Well, it looks like you're recovering nicely.  I think I'll
suck on those mondo nipples of yours for a while as I gently rub your
pretty pussy."

     Just before he crammed his mouth full of tit, he added, "I've
been dreaming about us getting together like this for years, and now
that it's finally happened we're going to make the most of it.  We
still have lots of time to make up for and lots more 'things' to do
to each other before this little encounter is over."

     A bit later, Tony suggested that they might be a bit more
comfortable in the bedroom.  Claire agreed.  They rose from the couch
and walked into her bedroom with an arm around each other.  When they
arrived he told her to lie down on the bed on her back.  She readily
complied and, as she did, he put a pillow under her head.  "That's
to tilt your head up at the right angle for what I want to do to you
next," he explained.

     He stood next to the bed and undressed.  She watched him closely
the whole time, especially when he got down to his underpants.  Knowing
that she was waiting for that, he had purposely left those for last.
He paused for a second and then pulled them down and off, freeing
his semi-erect cock.  When it was fully erect, and it was, it measured
a little over eight inches.  Although it was on the slim side, it
had a prominent ridge around the lower edge of the head and somewhat
pronounced veins running down the sides.  The ridge and veins seemed
to impart more friction to his partner when he was screwing them,
thereby increasing their pleasure, and the slim diameter made it better
suited for ass fucking,  an activity which he wished more women would
be willing to participate in.

     Claire smiled.  "I guess my sister wasn't lying about that either.
It's beautiful."

     "Thanks," Tony replied.  "It serves its purpose pretty well,
and I've grown rather attached to it over the years.  Now let's see
what interesting uses we can put it to."  He climbed onto the bed
and straddled her chest.

     "What do you want me to do?", she inquired.

     "Well, for now, I just want you to lie there looking
straight at me with your head tilted up like that.  I'll do the rest."
He grasped his prick and began to rub it on her nipples and all over
her face, especially on her luscious lips.

     "Mmm, that feels good," he remarked, continuing to rub his cock
around on her face until it had reached it started to throb.

     "Open your mouth and let me slip it inside."  Claire parted her
lips and he popped his meat into her warm, toothed cavity.

     "Mmm, that's nice.  I think I'll fuck your face for a while.
Wrap your lips tightly around the shaft of my cock and suck me.  Mmm,
that feels really great."

     As Claire enthusiastically sucked on Tony's dick, he thrust it
in and out of her mouth.  Deeper and deeper it went, until the head
was bumping against the back of her throat with each stroke.

     A couple of minutes of this was all he could take.  "Hold it,"
he said, interrupting her slurping by pulling his meat out of her
mouth and moving back several inches.  "I don't really want to stop
you, but if I don't I'll come too soon, and there's something I just
have to do first.  I'll just lay my cock in here between your big,
heavy tits like this.  Now use your hands to press them together
against the shaft of my cock, making a warm, soft valley."

     He began to stroke his dick back and forth in the canyon between
her mountainous mammaries, fucking her tits while he tweaked her
swollen nipples with his fingertips.

     After a while, he slid forward more towards her face and continued
humping.  At the end of each stroke, the tip of his cock was now
bumping against her lips.  She got the hint and opened her mouth.
Now, at the high end of each stroke, the head of his pulsating prick
pressed between her moist lips.  Each time it did, she sucked hard
and swirled her tongue around the ridge at the base if its head.
Every time she did that, she elicited a long, low  moan from Tony.
The speed of his strokes began to increase.

     "Yes, that's the idea.  You can't believe how super this feels.
Let me take over squeezing your tits together.  I have something better
for your hands to do.  Stick the fingers of your left hand in my mouth
so I can get them good and slippery with my saliva.  Then put your
both hands around behind me."

     When she had her hands in this position, he continued.  "Now
squeeze my ass cheeks with your right hand, and rub my asshole with
the forefinger of your left."

     An electric jolt of pleasure shot through him as she did, causing
him to jump and momentarily lose his rhythm, but he recovered nicely.

     "Good.  Now start pumping your forefinger into my asshole bit
by bit.  Do it in time with my cock strokes.  That's the ticket, you've
got it.  Keep pressing it in a little deeper with each stroke."

     In a short time, she was pushing the full length of her finger
up his ass.  At the other end of the action, she kept sucking on the
head of his boner while he fucked her tits.

     "God, that feels really super.  Do it faster and harder, suck
harder too.  I'm going to come any second now!  I'm going to blow
my nuts down your throat.  When I start to come, swallow my load.
Make sure you keep sucking the come out of me until you're sure there's
no more left.

     "Oh, shit!  Here it comes!  Suck me!  Ungh...suck harder!  Keep
swallowing and sucking!"

     Tony blew a long series of come shots into Claire's sucking mouth,
and she gulped them down as fast as she could.  When they subsided,
he pulled his softening cock out of her mouth, leaned forward, and
gave her a long, sensuous tongue kiss.

     When he broke off the kiss, he spoke.  "Wow!  That was really
great!  Your mouth tastes like me and I bet mine tastes like you.
With all the protein I shot down your throat you probably blew your
diet for the day.  I guess you'll have to skip your next meal to make
up for it."

     He slid off her and lay on his back, gasping for air as he
recuperated.

     "Do you want to know something?", she asked in a small voice.

     "Sure, tell me."

     "That's not the first time I ever had a penis in my mouth, but
it is the first time I ever swallowed a man's come.  It was a little
salty, but I liked it.  I liked the taste, and I liked the warm and
creamy sensation of it sliding down my throat.  I even came when you
started to shoot, not as big a climax as before, obviously, but still,
I did come."

     "I thought you had, and I didn't think you were a complete novice
at cock sucking either.  You were too good at it for that.  I have
an idea.  While I catch my breath, why don't you slide down, suck
my cock some more, and gently play with my balls to help me get ready
for the next round?  Do it gently, though, I'm still a bit sensitive."

     Claire moved her head below his waist.  She began caressing his
balls and giving his now shrunken cock the benefits of her talented
tongue and lips.  After a couple of minutes, his sleeping snake began
to slowly respond, gradually increasing in size and giving an
occasional twitch.

     "Vary what you are doing down there.  Lick my balls for a while,
then take them in your mouth and gently suck on them, then put my
prick in your mouth and suck on it for a while as you play with my
balls, perenium and asshole.  Mmm, that's really nice.  Keep varying
your motions.  Good."

     As she worked on him, his dick continued its return journey to
its former size.

     "Keep up the good work.  Shift yourself around so I can play
with your pussy and asshole while you do me.  Kneel over me with your
crotch directly over my face."

     When she had placed herself in the classic "69" position, he
started to lick the full length of her crotch crack, from clitoris
to asshole.  Her love juice overflowed from her hole like a fountain,
and he hungrily lapped up that sweet nectar as fast as he could.
Bringing his hands into play as well, he wet them in her personal
elixir and then slipped a finger up her ass and diddled her clit with
another.

     In a short time, they were both as hot as a summer's day in
Phoenix.  "O.K.," he interrupted.  "We'd better stop before we come.
There's still a couple of more places I'd like to stick my dick before
we're finished."

     "What do I mean by a couple of more places?" she asked.

     "You'll see.  Just trust me.  I haven't led you wrong up to this
point, have I?"

     "No, not so far."

     "Then stop asking silly questions and just place yourself in
my expert hands.  Someone has to be in control in a relationship,
and in this relationship, it's me.  Do what I say and I'll take care
of you.  I wouldn't steer you wrong, would I?"

     "No, I don't think so.  O.K., you're in charge.  It'll be kind
of nice to let someone else make all the decisions for a change.
At work I always have so much pressure on me in that regard.  It seems
like all the decisions and responsibility rest on my shoulders.  What
do you want me to do?"

     "Well, when you're with me, I'll take all the responsibility
and make all the decisions.  Your shoulders have a big enough job
just holding up those two sweater balloons you carry around.  Now
roll over onto your back."

     Claire obediently tumbled off him and lay flat on the bed.  "Now
bend your legs at the knee," he directed, "and lift them as high as
you can.  Try to touch the outside of your shoulders with them.  Put
your hands behind your knees if you have to, and spread them apart
as wide as possible."

     Tony knelt up on the bed between her raised and splayed legs.
In that position, and from his angle, Claire looked totally obscene,
like something out of a hardcore porno magazine.  He thought she looked
great.  Spread open and utterly vulnerable, it turned him on to see
her like that.

     He took a firm grip on the base of his stiff cock and rubbed
the head up and down between her pussy lips and over her clit.  Every
so often he popped the head into her cunt hole and gave it a few
strokes.  After repeating the procedure several times, Claire began
to moan softly and move her hips.  "Do you like that?  I thought you
would."

     He laid the shaft down flat between her pussy lips and stroked
it back and forth, rubbing her entire crotch, from clit to asshole,
simultaneously.  Tony kept varying his movements like that, mixing
them up so she won't know which kind of stimulation is coming next.

     "Well, Claire, it looks like this is really getting to you.
You look like you're getting ready to come again.  You are going to
come again, aren't you?"

     She nodded.  Her eyes were closed and she was definitely getting
there soon.

     "I thought so.  I think if I just make these strokes a little
harder... and a little deeper... it will push you over the top.  Come
on, blow your cookies for me.  Let me see you come.  Go for it...
Come on, come for me.  You're almost there, I can tell.  Come on,
that's it!"

     The dam of sexual tension in her gut burst, and the copious
floodwaters of pleasure rushed out.  She actually thought she felt
the room start to spin, while behind her eyelids, electrical sparks
of bliss flashed brilliantly.  Tony held still, maintaining the contact
between his dick and her crotch until she was finished coming.  He
hadn't come himself, but he
was intentionally saving that for later.

     Tony moved away from her.  As he did, her legs fell flat onto
the bed, but were remained splayed apart.  "That was nice, wasn't
it?", he asked rhetorically."

     He took her hand in his and placed it on her sodden crotch.
"I have to get up for a minute, but I'll be right back," he said as
he arose from the bed.  "I want you to play with yourself while you
wait for me."

     "Where are you going?," she asked groggily.

     "There you go with all those silly questions again.  I have to
go and look for something, but as soon as I find it, I'll be right
back.  Just lie there and play with your pussy to keep it ready for
me and I'll be back in a minute or two."

     He walked directly to her nightstand and opened the top drawer.
"Aha," he exclaimed.  "There thy are, right where I thought they'd
be."

     Claire turned her head towards him to see what he was talking
about and saw him reach into the drawer and pull out a latex dildo
and a tube of lubricant.  She blushed.  Her little secret had been
discovered.

     The dildo was one of those battery powered ones with a built
in vibrator.  It was about six inches long and shaped like a real
cock.  It was somewhat slimmer than his own cock.  Tony walked back
to the bed carrying it and the lubricant.

     "I knew that a highly sexed, divorced woman such as yourself
had to have one of these lying around.  I just looked in the most
logical place for you to keep it, and there it was!"  He turned the
dildo on to check the batteries and it sprang to life.  He turned
it off, set it and the tube of lubricant down on the mattress and
climbed back onto the bed.

     "What are you going to do with that?," she asked.  "I don't need
it right now, I've got you."

     "Let me be the judge of that.  We'll put it to good use a little
later, I promise.  It will be a surprise.  I'm glad you followed my
instructions and kept playing with your pussy while I was gone.  You
look so hot lying there with your fingers in your twat.  O.K., it's
time to go to work again.  Roll over onto your belly."

     Claire took her hand out of her crotch and did as he asked.

     "Now keep your head down and kneel up with your knees about
shoulder width apart, raising your ass in the air... That's it, good."
Tony knelt up right behind her.

     "Let me see, is your pussy still good and wet?"  He felt her
twat with the fingers of one hand.  "Yes, it sure is!  It's nice and
wet, and open, just like I want it."

     He rubbed the head of his dick up and down in her crack several
times, and then started feeding it into her honeypot, a bit at a time.
Deeper and deeper it went, until it was all the way in.  Then he
started fucking her with long slow strokes, enjoying every nuance
of feeling he was receiving from her tight twat.

     "Use the fingers of your left hand to play with your clit while
I'm fucking you," he instructed.  Let me spread the cheeks of your
ass apart, like this, so I can watch my cock sliding in and out of
your pussy.  That looks so nice.  Your cute, puckered rosebud of an
asshole looks nice too, and so inviting.  I think I'll touch it."

     He rubbed a fingertip all around the edges of her butt hole,
causing her to wiggle her hips sensuously.  "It seems a little dry,
so I'll just take some of this lubricant I brought with me... squeeze
a big gob of it on my fingers... and rub it all over the outer rim
of your asshole.

     "Now I'll push some inside with one of my fingers.  Well, that
went in nice and easy... I think I'll try two fingers.  I'll just
work them in gently like this and... there, both are all the way in.
Now I'll just continue to fuck your twat with my prick while I finger
fuck your asshole.  You keep working on your clit."

     He worked her over like that for several minutes.  Her tight,
back passage gradually loosened until the full length of his two
fingers were sliding out of it more easily.  It was still very tight,
but he decided it was time to go on to the next step.

     "Well, it's time for you to get the surprise I told you about
before," he said.  Removing his fingers from her as, he picked up
the dildo, lubricated it, turned it on, and began rubbing the outside
of her asshole with it in slow little
circles.  She moaned at the sensation and wiggled her ass.

     "You really like that, don't you.  I can tell by the way you're
twitching and squirming around.  My, your asshole seems to be relaxing
and loosening up nicely.  Let's see how much of this thing we can
get stuffed in there.  I'll just work it in slowly, a little at a
time."

     He kept pressing the dildo inward while he fucked her pussy until
it was completely buried in her butt.  Tony could feel its vibrations
on his shaft through the thin membrane separating her two holes.

     "There, it's in all the way.  How does it feel to get fucked
in both holes at once?  Do you like it?  Another first I
presume?"

     Breathing more rapidly now, she managed to get out a barely
intelligible "Yes," wrapped by a long moan.

     "I like it a lot too.  I can feel the vibrations of the dildo
against my cock in your other hole," he said.  Within a minute or
so, he was sure he couldn't take much more of these sensations without
blasting his load, and there was still one place he wanted to go that
he hadn't yet been to.  "Just let me slip my cock out of your pussy
for a second.  Don't worry, you'll get it back soon."

     In what seemed like one, swift motion, Tony pulled his throbbing
rod out of her cunt and the dildo out of her asshole.  Then he quickly
stuck the dildo into her pussy, smeared a huge gob of the lubricant
on his own prick, and placed its head against the entrance to her
ass.  He pressed his hips forward.  Her rectal muscles resisted the
larger intruder, but not for long.  Within a few seconds, his
persistent pressure won out, and the head of his dick popped inside
her back door.  They both moaned, Claire from a combination of pleasure
and pain and Tony from the pure pleasure with which the tightness
of her hot back passage gripped his cock head.

     For a brief second or two she tried to pull away from him to
escape from his rude invasion of her bowels, but he held her fast,
knowing that in little while, her rectal muscles would loosen up and
become accustomed to the intruder, and then she would begin to enjoy
it.  Once the head was in, as they say, the rest was easy.  While
he waited, he held perfectly still, not wanting to cause her any
unnecessary discomfort.

     Sure enough, as the seconds ticked by, he felt her bum hole begin
to stretch and relax.  When it had slackened sufficiently, he began
to move his cock in and out of her butt.  He used very slow, short
strokes at first, to accustom her to the new feelings she was receiving
and allow her sphincter muscles to loosen further.

     Finally, it was in all the way to the balls.  "It feels so warm
and tight in there," he moaned.

     He began to alternate his strokes, his cock into her ass, and
the dildo out of her twat, the dildo in, and his cock out.  Gradually,
he got the rhythm and increased his speed.  He was breathing hard
and fast now, but no harder or faster than she was.  It was obvious
that Claire had gotten over her initial reluctance was now as turned
on by this double pronged intrusion as he was.  She grunted and moaned
with each penetrating stroke, and her body writhed beneath him.  They
were both getting close to the edge.

     He somehow managed to speak to her between the short, fast breaths
he was taking.  "I don't know if... you can hear me... the way you're
moaning... and thrashing about,... but this feels... really great!
I don't even... have to ask you... how it feels... to you.

     "Are you getting... ready to come again?...  I'll take that
grunt... for a yes.  Me too... and soon.  I can feel... the pressure...
building up... in my balls.  I think... we're going to come...
together!  When we do,... I'm going... to shove... this dildo... into
your... twat... and my dick... up your ass... at the... same...
time,... as far... as I... can.

     "Mmm...mmm...!  Oh, shit!  Here it comes!  Oh shit!  Wow!
Mmm...mmm......MMM!"

     Tony blasted spurt after powerful spurt of hot come deep into
her bowels.  The first shot triggered Claire's orgasm, and she began
to come as well.  She arched her ass up to allow his cock to penetrate
her more deeply, and he pushed forward to accommodate her as best
he could.  Half way through their explosive event, they lost their
balance.  She fell forward onto her stomach and he fell on top of
her, but he managed to keep his spitting dick buried deeply in her
butt.

     As their climaxes subsided, he was surprised to hear her chuckle
softly to herself.  "What's so damn funny?," he asked.  "That's the
first time I ever made a woman laugh by poking her up the ass.  What
gives?"

     "I wasn't laughing at you," she said, still chuckling.  I was
just thinking that there went the last vestige of my virginity that
I'd managed to hold on to all these years."

     "Well, I guess that's a feather in my hat.  It's been quite some
time since I busted a cherry."  He joined her in laughter and went
on.  "But the important part is, did you like it?  Did it feel good
to you?  That's what counts."

     "Yes,", she responded.  "It was great.  It did hurt a little
at first, but when I got used to having something that big up there,
and let myself relax, I really got into it.  I think I'd like to try
it again some time."

     "That's good.  I'm glad I was able to help you enjoy yourself.
Damn, though!  That was one hell of a climax!  I'm sorry I collapsed
on top of you like that, but I felt like I was shooting my guts into
you, and your asshole was clamped down on my dick so hard it almost
hurt, but it was a good hurt, pleasurable, very.  I think I almost
passed out.  As a matter of fact, I think you did pass out for a few
seconds.  Let's just lie here for a minute or so while my cock softens
and we get some air in our lungs."

     They lay together without moving for several long minutes.  He
could feel his cock shrinking and slowly slipping out of her ass.
It continued to do so until only the head was still inside, held there
by the pressure of her sphincter muscle.

     "Tony?" she murmured.

     "Yes?"

     "Could you please get off me.  You're getting kind of
heavy."

     "Sure," he answered.  He slipped his cock the rest of the way
out of her ass and rolled over onto his back on the mattress.  "Sorry
about that.  Sometimes, when I'm totally relaxed, like I am now, I
get to be dead weight."

     "I know," she said.  "My sister used to tell me about that too.
I didn't totally believe her.  I didn't understand how someone who
always looked so slim and trim could feel like he weighed 300 pounds,
but I believe her now."

     They both had a good laugh over that.  When their laughter ceased,
they rested.  Then Tony spoke:  "Well, now that we've had time to
recuperate, how did you like our little adventure?"

     "Well, in a nut shell, it was the best sex I ever had," she said
earnestly, "but..."  Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of her
sentence unfinished.

     "It was damn near the best I've ever had, too," he remarked.
"But what did you mean by that 'but'?"

     "I guess I'm starting to feel a little guilty about what we did,"
she said in a low voice.  "I'm not sure if we were right to do this.
You are my brother-in-law, and I am supposed to be getting married
to Bill in less than three months.  Although he and I haven't exactly
been celibate, we've never done anything like what you and I did today.
I do love him, but I'm not even sure I'd ever want to do the things
with him that we did.  And what if he finds out?  It will be all over
between us, and I don't want that to happen."

     Tony knew that they were at a turning point.  If he ever wanted
to get into Claire's pants again, and he certainly did, he had to
try to convince her that there was nothing wrong with what happened
between them.  If he succeeded, he was sure he could expand their
sexual relationship even further, if he didn't, that would certainly
be the end of it.

     He took a few seconds to compose his thoughts, and then spoke
in his most earnest voice.  "Now don't you go starting to feel
remorseful about what we did.  Anything that felt that good couldn't
be bad, not in the least.

     "Yes, he probably would feel hurt if he knew about it, and he'd
probably break off your engagement.  But just who is going to tell
him?  I'm certainly not, and if you don't either, there's no way he
can ever know about it.  What he doesn't know won't hurt him.  It's
something strictly between us, and none of his or anybody else's
business as far as I'm concerned."

     "Well, maybe you're right, but I don't think we should let
something like this ever happen again."

     "Just hold it right there.  Why in the world shouldn't we do
it again?  The way we interacted just now makes it clear to me that
our bodies were just made for each other.  There's a extraordinary
physical synergy between us that we'd be stupid to try and ignore.
It's been simmering beneath the surface for years.  All that happened
today was that it finally broke out into the light.  What wouldn't
be right is for us to make believe it didn't exist.

     "We obviously have a very special kind of relationship that was
meant to be.  It has nothing to do with your relationship with Bill.
It's on a different plane, all by itself."

     She interrupted:  "I don't see how it isn't related.  How can
I do something like this with you and not have it effect my
relationship with him?  How can I even let this happen one time, let
alone say we'll do it again, and still say that I love Bill?  It
doesn't make sense to me."

     "I'll tell you how.  There are different kinds of love in this
world.  Do you know how you can love a brother or sister with all
your heart and still fall in love in a romantic sense?  That doesn't
affect your relationship with your sibling, does it?  Of course not.
Well, we really have a similar kind of thing here.  You love Bill
in a romantic sense, but our relationship is a different kind of love.
It's more on a physical plane, but not totally.

     "There's some kind of affinity between our souls that caused
this to happen, and made it so singularly good for both of us.  I'm
not sure I totally understand it either.  All I know is, I'm positive
it was meant to happen, and we'd be wrong to try and ignore that fact.

     "I also know by the way you reacted today, that you need someone
to take control of part of your life, to help you release the tension
that builds up from your job and other responsibilities.  You need
to just let yourself go and temporarily place all the decision making
responsibility in someone else's hands.  The problem is, however,
that it needs to be someone you trust implicitly, because to make
something like that work, once you turn over that control, it has
to be without restriction and you can't take it back.

     "I have nothing against Bill, but he's just not that kind of
guy.  It's obvious that when you and he are together, you're the one
in control, and you both seem to want to keep it that way.  I, on
the other hand, am perfectly willing and capable of playing the
dominant role in a relationship with you.  I think I proved that here
today.  Also, I think you know that you can have absolute trust in
me."

     Tony paused and looked at Claire, waiting for a comment or an
objection.  None came.  She was completely silent.  He needed some
kind of sign from her to know how to proceed further.

     "I guess you're thinking about everything I said.  Well, that's
good, but I need a decision from you.  Are you willing to continue
our relationship indefinitely under the conditions I've described?"

     Her silence continued, so he took one more shot.  "If you agree,
you don't have to say anything, just put your hand in mine.  If you
do that, I'll know you agree.  If you don't, I'll know that what
happened between us here today was a very enjoyable, one time
happening, and that will be the end of it."

     He looked away from her, held his hand out, and waited.  Claire
didn't move or say anything for about thirty seconds, but to Tony,
it seemed like a lot longer.  Finally, he felt the bed stir as she
began to move.  He wasn't sure if it was to take his hand, or to get
up and leave the room.  Each second seemed to take an eternity to
tick by.  All of a sudden, he felt her soft hand touch his palm.
He breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed her hand tightly.  Then
he turned to face her, and kissed her long and lovingly on the lips.

     When the kiss broke, he said, "Good.  Then it's decided.  Now
here's what we're going to do.  From this moment on, we're going to
continue to see and fuck each other, even after you get married again,.
If you think about it, you'll see that the main difference between
what happened here and any relationship you've ever had in the past
is that I completely took the lead and you willingly followed.  You
put yourself totally and completely in my hands, trusting me and,
in effect, voluntarily surrendering yourself totally to my direction
and control.  In turn, I willingly accepted the lead and confidently
guided you with an expertise and self-confidence that few people have.
In that way we were perfect together.  Do you agree?"

     "Yes, I agree," she answered.

     "Then I want you to agree right now, that from now on, as far
as anything sexual or sexually related is concerned, you will fully
and totally submit yourself to my direction.  That you'll do anything
sexual or sexually related I ask, without question or reservation
of any type, any time and any place that I ask.  I want you to agree
to this right now, and swear an oath to that effect."

     "But what if," Claire started to say.

     Tony interrupted her.  "No, stop right there.  There can't be
any conditions to this relationship.  It's all or nothing.  You just
have to trust me.  Put yourself completely in my hands, and trust
that I will never do anything to really hurt you.  Swear this now
or forget about it forever.  It's up to you.  Well?"

     There was a brief pause, and then she answered in a hushed voice:
"O.K., I swear it."

     "Good.  Then it's done.  I accept your oath.  Now go take a shower
and clean yourself up.  When you get back I'll have your first task
for you, a test of your loyalty.  We'll have several of these before
I'm convinced you really meant your oath and intend to live up to
it.  If you fail even one of them, it will all be over, and there's
no going back.  Do you understand?"

     "Yes, I understand."

     "Good.  Now go do what I told you to, and don't be too long."

     Claire rose from the bed and went directly into the bathroom.
Tony heard the shower start.  As he lay there and waited for her,
he thought about how he would handle it from here on in.  About ten
minutes later, Claire returned and stood silently at the foot of the
bed.  Tony made her wait there for a minute or two before acknowledging
her presence.  He knew little things like that counted a lot in a
training process such as this, and he was going to need every
psychological advantage he could get if his efforts were going to
be successful.

     "Back already?  Did you clean yourself up well?  Let me check.
Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks with your hands
so I can inspect you."

     Claire silently did as he instructed.  Tony looked over the area
of her crotch closely, but didn't touch her.  "Good, nice and squeaky
clean.  Now hold that position.  I'll just take this dildo that's
the same size as my cock, lubricate it, turn it on low, and slip it
all the way into your twat hole...like this.  There.  Now stand up
and put on your panties."

     Again, Claire complied quickly and silently.  When she had her
panties on, Tony continued.  "You will keep that fake cock in you
until I give you permission to remove it.  There are only two
circumstances under which you can take it out.  One, is if you have
to go to the bathroom or wash up.  When that happens, you'll take
it out at the last minute, do what you have to do, and then put it
right back in.  The other is if the batteries run down.  If that
happens, you'll take it out, replace the batteries, and then put it
right back inside you.  And you'd better keep a couple of spare pairs
of batteries with you wherever you go, just in case.  Is that clear?"

     "Yes, I understand," she answered.

     "Good."

     "How long should I keep it in me?", she asked.

     "Until I tell you to remove it," he responded quickly.  "That's
all you have to know."

     "What about when I go out with Bill?"

     "You're asking too many questions.  Remember what I said about
that.  I thought I had made myself clear, but since you're just getting
started in this kind of a relationship, I'll explain.  Keep the dildo
inside you until I specifically tell you to remove it.  I will advise
you that, if you see your fiance before that happens, you'd probably
be better off making up some kind of excuse to put off having sex
with him or even letting him touch you below the waist until this
test is over.  It'll probably be a lot easier than trying to explain
why your hole is stuffed full of rubber cock."

     "O.K.," she agreed.

     "Now I have to go.  I have things to do at my house.  Don't worry,
everything will work out fine."

     He got up and dressed quickly.  Then he kissed her tenderly
goodbye and left.


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