My wife’s older sister, Yana, has always attracted my attention. There are many reasons for that. It’s not that my wife doesn’t satisfy me or that she’s scary. Not at all: my Lena is a very pretty, plump girl with an impressive bust and a lot of outright sexual desires. Yana, on the other hand, has always been a model of modesty, abstinence and moderation. She only got married at 25, and at the same time (!) she lost her virginity. A masterpiece of chastity, in short. At the same time, Yanka has a very good figure (unlike Lenka, of course, her waist is tense) and long legs. The only thing that bothers me is the breast size that barely reaches the first one, but it’s okay, and it can be very pretty.
Now she is 31 years old, she has a husband whom she loves and a six-year-old daughter Lisa, a very pretty girl growing up.
I’m 24 years old myself.
This summer, I happened to take Yana and Liza to our dacha. My beloved mother-in-law and father-in-law went south to some kind of sanatorium, so I was the only one who could drive a car. Yankin’s husband is afraid to drive for unknown reasons. Lenka didn’t want to go – she was having some kind of trouble with work, she didn’t have time for anything. So the three of us went. I was going to take them, stay there for the weekend, and return to the city by Sunday evening, leaving them at the cottage.
All the time I spent on the road, whenever possible, I admired Yana in the rearview mirror. A beautiful woman, of course. When we arrived, as usual, we set up a bonfire, barbecue, drinking a variety of wines, then we put Liza to bed, and we stayed on the terrace chatting about high matters. All the time we were talking, I was surreptitiously contemplating her knees. We chatted late. When they were about to leave, they accidentally went to the door at the same time and almost collided in it. For a few seconds, frozen, we stood in the doorway, forced to cling and look into each other’s eyes. Then Yana was embarrassed, lowered her eyes and slipped inside, into the so-called kitchen.
She stood at the tile and thought about something. I quietly approached her from behind, as if attracted by some force, and put my arm around her waist. Her whole body tensed, feeling the approaching edge of a foul in a relationship. Despite this, I lightly touched my lips to her neck. She shuddered, I heard a long sigh, after which she completely relaxed, became like a rag – soft and pliable.
I kissed her neck again, more openly this time. She threw her head back. And I covered her exposed, defenseless neck with kisses. She was trembling, and I could feel it all over my body. My hands left her waist, slowly crawled up and at some point ended up on her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra, of course (it was hot after all), and I felt the hard flesh of her nipples under my palms.
After a few seconds, I put my hands under her T-shirt and lo and behold, her breasts were in my palms. I continued to kiss Yana’s neck with all possible passion. Her breathing became uneven and ragged, and she was trembling. And then I took her nipples with my fingers, squeezed them slightly and twirled them.
Oh, what a miracle, the nipples of a woman giving birth, breastfeeding. Some people don’t like them, and some people call them “doorbells.” You fools! What could be more pleasant than feeling the hardened flesh of a woman’s nipples under your hand, the nipples of a married woman who gave birth?
Yana groaned. Very softly, but I heard that moan of hers. My caresses of her breasts intensified. I could feel her legs trembling and slightly buckling. She leaned with both hands on the table, and when her legs almost failed her once again, she leaned forward slightly, gently thrusting her magnificent ass into me. Into my stone-hard cock.
Yana turned around. What a sight it was! She stood in front of me in the dim moonlight with her T-shirt pulled up almost to her chin, the nipples of her breasts sticking out as well as my cock, and the gleam in her eyes was just crazy.
“What are we doing?” she asked. I didn’t answer. Our lips closed in a kiss. I haven’t kissed like this in a long time. And even more so, I did not expect this from the modest Yana: she kissed with the passionate frenzy of a schoolgirl head over heels in love, who finally got access to the object of her dreams. I felt dizzy, so I hugged her and hugged her tightly. My right hand slipped off Yank’s waist and landed on her ass.
She tensed up again, but a second later she relaxed again, hugging me tighter. My tongue strolled over her mouth, collided with her tongue, explored her lips. Her tongue also penetrated my mouth from time to time. We sucked on each other’s lips, tongues caressed tongues. Meanwhile, I was kneading her ass and slowly lifting her skirt. Yana was moaning with excitement.
And finally, my fingers touched her panties. Yana took a sharp, shuddering breath. At the same moment, my hands were under her panties on the delicate skin of her buttocks. I pressed Yana against the wall and bit into her lips with even more passion. She responded in kind.
She’s tall, almost as tall as me, so I didn’t have to bend down to caress her ass. And very soon, I gently touched the star of her anus with my finger. Her legs weakened again, and she sat down slightly, allowing me to penetrate her crotch even more openly. I bent down slightly, kissing her neck, and then I felt soft hair and wet lips under my fingers, which were getting deeper and deeper under Yana’s panties. Somewhere very close was the hole of her vagina.
I felt how wet she was: droplets of moisture soaked her panties and flowed down her thighs. I couldn’t stand it. I turned her sharply and tilted her forward. Yana put her hands on the table. In one motion, I pulled the panties off her ass and pulled them down, lowering them all the way to the floor. Yana freed one leg from them. I tore off my shorts, ran my dick a couple of times over Jan’s pussy, which was dripping with desire, and inserted it inside.
At that moment, Yana began to fully understand what she was doing. But it was too late. Shame warred with desire in her, innate modesty with a momentary attack of lust.
I, actively using my pelvis, bent over to her and pressed my whole body against her, after which I gently touched her clitoris. At that moment, any doubts finally left Jan. She spread her legs wider and slightly lowered her ass, allowing me to penetrate deeper into her vagina.
I straightened up and took her ass in my hands. Then he slapped her hard several times. Yana moaned and almost fell with her chest on the table. Her body was convulsing with orgasm. I didn’t stop, thrusting my weapon deeper and deeper into her.
Finally, she managed to slip off my cock. She sank to the floor, exhausted. The spasms of orgasm continued to shake her. My cock was in a fighting position, staring at her face. Yana reached out and took hold of him. I took her by the hair and gently pulled in the direction of my penis. “Come on, kiss him!”, I said. Very carefully, Yana kissed my wet red head. Then, emboldened, she licked it several times. Then, apparently deciding to go for a walk, she closed her eyes and took the head of my penis in her mouth.
Maybe she hadn’t sucked very often before, but she was good at it. Not every experienced blow job could match her in this. Her tongue fluttered over my head, her head moved back and forth, massaging my cock with elastic lips, and her right hand caressed its base in time with the movements of her head. Then I couldn’t stand it either: a hot wave began to build up in my lower abdomen, which splashed out a few moments later with a stream of thick sperm into her mouth.
Swallowing, Yana lifted her face and looked at me. A few streams of cum were running down her chin, and her lips were glistening, covered with my seminal fluid. Yana licked her lips, sending cum into her mouth, covering her lips. This picture turned me on indescribably: is it a joke, this is the chaste Yana, who has always been a model of modesty! My cock started to rise again. Yana watched his metamorphosis with fright.
I took her by the hand and almost forcibly led her into the room where I was going to sleep myself. She followed me silently. I turned on the light and pushed her onto the bed, which creaked softly. Yana lay down in front of me, spreading her legs wide. Under my gaze, which hungrily roamed over her body, her nipples hardened again and now looked up, crowning the small mounds of breasts. I looked down at the mound of black pubic hair. Yana’s legs spontaneously bent at the knees, spreading apart even more and thereby revealing her perineum, which had not yet had time to dry. Her pussy was very beautiful. She aroused in me such a wave of desire, such lust, that I wanted to call her, just the same, a Cunt. What kind of pussy is this: the wet, lustful pussy of an adult woman who gave birth and wants me again.
“You have a great pussy!”, I wheezed. Yana, as if she hadn’t heard, answered, spreading the lips of her vagina with her hands and revealing to me all the delights of her pussy: “Take me!”
I didn’t take long to wait. My cock was already inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and then lifted them and laid them on my shoulders. With every move I made, she repeated, “Yes… yes… yes…” Here I appreciated the advantage of women who gave birth over those who did not give birth. I’ve never complained about the size of my own penis, and I’ve even hurt my mistresses by bumping my head into their uterus. Here, no matter how hard and deeply I thrust my cock into her, she only moaned louder with pleasure, without expressing any displeasure from the pain.
It was an unforgettable picture: Yana was lying in front of me, I held her legs in front of me, spreading them very wide, and she was actively jerking off her clitoris and through the moans I heard: “Fuck, fuck me… Harder… Fuck me… come on, fuck me… I’m your whore.… I like your dick…”. I was stunned. My Yana showed more and more new talents.