Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Hello again

I’ve written a couple more erotic stories and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. Some of my musings are based on my actual experiences and others are purely figments of my imagination. I wonder if you can you pick which is which?

This story began about seven months after Sally and I were married. We hadn’t visited her family since the wedding so we took a week’s leave and travelled the three hundred kilometres to their home town in the country. We arrived on Saturday afternoon and soon realised that we would need to compromise our sleeping arrangement. Sally was in her childhood bed with her sister Kate and I was in her younger brother Terry’s room. It wasn’t perfect but there really weren’t many other options.

On the Wednesday after we arrived, Sally and her mother Margaret went shopping to a large country town about two hours drive away; her dad was at work and Kate and Terry were at school. I was on my own, and with the weather being quite cool I decided to do a five Km run at about one pm. Afterwards I showered and made my way to the bedroom. I was still naked from drying off and I thought I’d cool down and have a rest on my bed. After five minutes or so I began to get rather horny and I started fondling my cock. It wasn’t long before I was fully aroused with an erection so I decided to masturbate and relieve some of my sexual tension. I closed my eyes and slowly began stroking my dick. Just as my orgasm approached I sensed a presence in the room. I opened my eyes and there, standing at the door, was Sally’s younger sister Kate.

For a few seconds we just looked at each other without saying a word. Then Kate said “Oh God, sorry” before closing the door and leaving. I was mortified with embarrassment. I leapt off the bed and dressed and immediately searched for Kate to explain and apologise. I knocked on her bedroom door and she opened it with a sheepish look on her face. 

I said “Jesus Kate, I’m really sorry; I’m so embarrassed, I should have locked my door. “

“I’m sorry too, I should have knocked.”

“I hope you understand” I said.

“It’s OK” Kate said, “I won’t mention it again.”

And, she was true to her word; she carried on as usual with me as though nothing had ever happened. I was extremely relieved.

Kate and I had always had a special relationship. She was a particularly beautiful young girl with long blonde hair with a slender build. We had hit it off from the very first time I called at Sally’s home to meet her family; she was only fifteen at the time and we used to tease and joke with each other all the time. On the day she caught me masturbating I had forgotten she was in her final year at school and was allowed to leave early to study. Anyway, it had all seemed to work out all right because she hadn’t changed towards me at all; if anything she seemed a little closer in some ways. 

About six months later, after her final exams and before she started her new job, Kate phoned and asked if she could come and stay at our place on the coast for a few weeks. We agreed and we picked her up at the train station in early January. Sally and I were very lucky to have a lovely three bedroom place quite near the beach with a very private backyard and a nice pool; it must have seemed very appealing to a seventeen year old from the country. For the first week or so Kate lived at the beach. She was as brown as a berry and she was no trouble at all. I enjoyed having her there because it was someone to show off to and tease. 

Sally was lucky to have a very well paid job as a senior secretary with a large insurance company and worked quite long hours. She always seemed tired and usually went to bed well before Kate and I who sat and watched TV together most nights. On the first Saturday night of her visit, Kate suggested we sit up and watch movies through the night. I agreed but Sally said she couldn’t be bothered and went to bed at around ten pm. We watched movie after movie and I was just about to call it a night when Kate said “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Umm, sure” I said.

“You remember when I walked in on you that afternoon at home?”

“Shit!” I thought, “She said she wasn’t going to bring that up again.” 

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

She then went on to tell me that she was confused as to why I would be masturbating when I had a wife and could have sex pretty well as often as I liked. I tried to explain that even though Sally and I had a wonderful sexual relationship, there were times that it was nice to have private time and simply pleasure oneself. I explained as best I could that almost all men masturbated, and that I did it quite regularly even though Sally and I had regular sex. I tried to liken it to a man having sex with a prostitute; it didn’t mean that he didn’t love his wife; it was simply for the sexual release. Kate seemed to grasp the concept so I turned the question back to her “Don’t you ever masturbate to relieve your sexual tension?”

“Sometimes” she said.

“Same thing” I replied.

She then opened up and told me about her boyfriend Denis and that she had been having sex with him for about the last six months. She explained had been taking the contraceptive pill for two years to help regulate her periods so there was no need to worry about pregnancy. I was really surprised by how candid she was about the things she and Denis got up to. During our conversation I naturally started to become aroused. I was only wearing pyjama shorts and it was impossible to hide my stirring erection. Kate kept glancing down at my crotch as she spoke and I started to squirm around trying to hide the bulge in my pants. Kate seemed to be on a roll because the more aroused I became, the more explicit Kate's descriptions became. Soon my cock was straining at my pyjama pants begging to be released. Then, out of the blue, Kate reached over and flicked my dick with her middle finger and giggled at my predicament saying “Look at what’s happened to you.”

I replied “I bet I’m not the only one, I bet you’re hot and wet too” and with that I took the risk of placing my hand between her legs and cupped her womanhood. Kate didn’t flinch so I slipped my hand inside the elastic of her pyjama shorts and found her cunt lips with two fingers. I slipped them inside her wet cunt and began feeling for her clit. Kate opened her legs wider for me and I was delirious with arousal as I worked on her quite prominent clit. I stopped for a second and pulled my cock out of the fly in my pyjamas. It was rock hard and as red as a beetroot and Kate started to rub it. I said to her “Would you like to sit on me?” Without a word she moved over and positioned herself over my dick. She pulled the elastic of her pyjama leg to one side and positioned her cunt on my erect pole. I held my cock for support as she lowered herself onto me and slid down as far as she could go. I couldn’t get too deep in that position but it felt great anyway. 

We sat there for a while just enjoying the sensation of penetration. I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Sally woke and walked in on us now. I had to put that out of my mind or else I might have completely lost the moment so I slowly started to thrust into Kate’s tight wet hole. I was severely restricted for movement but managed to slip in and out maybe a couple of inches. We were kissing passionately and I had my hands cupped over her small firm her tits. I knew I wasn’t going to last too long so I began thrusting with all my might. Kate moaned lightly as my orgasm began and she felt the first spray of semen pump into her tight little cunt. She said “Oh I can feel you cumming” as I kept pumping into her. I have no idea how long my orgasm lasted but I seemed to ejaculate forever. It was absolute bliss.

We stayed locked in that embrace just kissing and fondling until my erection subsided and slipped out of her vagina. Then, reality dawned on me about what we had just done. I couldn’t believe I had actually fucked my wife’s seventeen year old sister; I had often fantasised about fucking Kate when I masturbated but never in my wildest dreams did I expect it to happen.

I said “Kate, I never intended that to happen, I just got out of control.” 

She said “I’m glad it happened. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to feel what Sally feels.”

“Well that’s not exactly how it usually goes” I replied. “I usually make sure Sally has an orgasm before we start fucking. I wish we could have had more time and privacy.”

She said “I really enjoyed it, can we do it again sometime?”

We did do it again, but only once more before Kate went back home that January because opportunties were few. We did manage to fuck each other occasionally over the next twenty five years. Mostly it was great sex because Kate was quite uninhibited. She would often instigate our sexual encounters and enjoyed almost every conceivable expression of sexuality. Cunnilingus, fellatio and even anal; she loved it all.When she married her first husband though, she moved to a city almost nine hundred Km’s away. Still, when the opportunity arose, we managed to get together and pleasure each other. Kate married a second time but it too ended in divorce. She has a new partner but unfortunately we haven’t indulged for almost ten years. Over recent years we have become quite distant and don’t even acknowledge the wonderful pleasure we brought each other. It’s a shame that it ended like that because I really miss those experiences, and I'm sure deep down she does too.