Dori Comes to Visit 01byGhostwalker©
Rolling over in bed Peter looked at the clock. Slowly his eyes focused and the numbers "2:47" registered in his mind. Laying there he tried to figure out what it was that had awoken him at this time of night. All seemed quiet in the house until he just barely heard the knocking on the outside door. Still he didn't move but concentrated on where the sound had come from. The knocking was becoming more and more insistent and he realized that it wasn't coming from the front side door but from the side.
Quietly, Peter got out of bed and looked down from his second-story window. The driveway that ran along that side of the house was dimly lit, but he could just make out the shadow of a figure that for some reason seemed vaguely familiar. Quickly grabbing a pair of running pants from the chair next to his bed he headed for the bedroom door but stopped and grabbed one of his walking sticks from the closet before continuing down the stairs. After reaching the back door he silently peeked out the window and saw Dori standing there. Dori was ... well exactly what was Dori? Peter thought for a second ... Dori was his ex-wife's brother's fiancé. Shaking his head, he realized there had to be a better description but at this time of the morning he just couldn't think of it.
Opening the door, Peter stood there and watched as Dori turned, stumbling slightly.
"Hi, Peter. Shorry ... I mean; Sorry to wake you up."
"Morning, Dori." Peter replied in a not too pleasant tone as he looked at her. This was definitely not the Dori he had known. She stood there dressed in a long jacket that was unbuttoned to reveal a blaze-red dress and high-heels. She had obviously spent extra time on her hair which was normally brunette but tonight had highlights throughout it and her make-up included bright-red lipstick and eye-shadow that drew attention to her hazel eyes. "What can I do for you?"
"Can I come in? I'm kinda out of things and I could really use someone to talk to."
Looking out towards the street Peter asked, "Where's your car?"
Dori replied giggling, "Well, I went out with the girls tonight for my bachelorette party and I seem to have misplaced them."
Peter stood there for a second considering his options before opening the door. "Ya, come on in. I'll fix you some coffee and then we can talk."
Moving towards the door, Dori once again stumbled but this time directly into Peter's outstretched arms and for just the briefest moment she felt his hand resting on her breast as he helped her to stand up. "Sorry, about that. I guess I had more to drink then I realized."
"Ya, I guess so," Peter replied as he stepped back to let her enter the house. The feel of her breast seemed to have been burned into the palm of his hand in that brief moment. It was not as large as his ex-wife's breast but had felt fantastic and he was sure that he had felt her nipple hardening from his touch.
Dori entered and then stood back waiting for Peter.
"Go on. You know the way to the kitchen. I'll lock up and be there in a second," he said.
Nodding her head, Dori climbed the four stairs to the first level and walked down the hall to the kitchen. If she had turned to look back she would have seen Peter standing there watching her moving down the hall.
Locking the door, Peter had turned just in time to see Dori's legs at eye level. Seeing the seam running up the back of her leg, the question of whether she was wearing pantyhose, thigh-high's or knee-high nylons jumped into Peter's mind but was quickly dismissed. After all, this was his almost ex-sister-in-law, but that definition didn't sound right either.
Shaking his head to clear his train of thought he followed Dori to the kitchen and found her sitting at the table. She had removed her jacket to reveal her dress and what a dress it was ... or wasn't. Two thin spaghetti straps held the dress up but exposed her shoulders and the plunging V-neck seemed to expose everything else that could be exposed without being arrested. Two thin strips of material barely covered her breasts and there was no back to the dress revealing the soft, golden-tan skin of her back all the way down to cleft just above her ass. Shocked for the second time in the last few moments, Peter stood in the kitchen doorway taking in the sight before forcing himself to walk to the cabinet to get the coffee. "So what is it you want to talk about?"
"Well, I know this seems kind of strange; coming to you and all. But I'm supposed to get married in two days and I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I mean, I love Brad and all, but there is just so much that I haven't experienced in life that I'm not sure if I should get tied down or not. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Smiling Peter replied, "Ya. I think everyone has those feelings just before the big day. I had them with Anna and I know of other couples that have said that they had the same feelings of doubt. It's natural. Like you said there are things that we had all hoped to do that may have to be put off or even given up once you're part of a couple. The most important thing is that you love the person that you're marrying. Hell, Anna and I still love each other in our own way, even though we're divorced. We shared a lot together and I wouldn't change a thing ... well, I probably would have changed the way it ended, but the point is that you and Brad love each other and want to be together. I've seen the two of you when you look at each other and know that you were meant for each other."
"That may be true, but there are still things that I'd like to do before I settle down."
This was the opening that Dori had waited for. She was not nearly as drunk as she was pretending to be though she did have several drinks to get up the nerve for this. Like many women, she and Anna had shared and compared notes about the men in their lives and tonight she wanted what Anna had given up. "Well for one thing, I want to get fucked. Brad is a great lover; he is very gentle and caring, he is always concerned about me and making sure that I'm enjoying it too but just once in my life I want to get fucked, hard and nasty. I want to be able to let myself go to be a total slut if I want. I want to do things that I might never do or have done to me again. I don't want to wonder later on about what it might have been like."
Somewhat shocked by what he'd just heard Dori say, Peter continued to stand at the counter with his back to her while reaching for the can of coffee on the shelf. Like most men he suspected that women talked to each other about their husbands or lovers just like men did so he thought he might have an idea as to where this conversation has headed but wanted to make sure by asking, "So what does this have to do with me?'
Dori stood and slipped the dress straps off her shoulders, allowing her dress to drop to the floor. Walking up behind Peter she pressed herself against him and whispered, "I want you to be the one to do it to me. Anna and I talked so I know that you can do it."
Peter turned and looked Dori in the face, afraid to look lower. "Dori, I'm really complemented by what you've said and offered but you're my ex-wife's friend ... I mean, you're my ex-wife's brother's fiancé ... I mean, you're almost my ex-sister-in-law. Fuck, I'm not sure what I mean."
Stepping back, Dori exposed herself to Peter, purring, "For tonight why don't you forget about that since you're not sure anyway and just consider me a horny woman who wants you to fuck her."
Peter heard what she was saying but his eyes were already taking in the sight of her body. She stood about 5-foot 6-inches tall but had on three-inch heels which made her legs look taller and leaner; her body was tanned and he couldn't see any tan lines; her breasts were pear-shaped and topped with nipples that seemed to be getting darker and larger as he watched. All she was wearing besides the heels were a pair of sheer-black G-string panties and a red garter belt which held up the thigh-high stockings that he had wondered about earlier.
Smiling she continued as Peter stared at her. "Like what you see, Peter? I'm 36C-27-35, though I admit that sometimes I push into a B-cup just to give that added cleavage that you men want. And when I'm feeling really wicked I shave my pussy like I did before I came over here tonight, then the material rubs against my clit and pussy lips and gets me so fucking horny that sometimes I cum just walking around." Sliding her hand down to the front of her panties she grabbed the material, "Do you want to see my shaved pussy? It's all hot and wet from being here with you like this."
Peter stood there, fighting a battle in his head that his body had already won as his pulse quickening and his cock began to harden. Giving in to his and Dori's desires, Peter finally answered, "Ya, I wanna see your pussy, you slut. Let me see that shaved pussy of yours. Let me see just how hot and wet you really are. After that I'm gonna give you exactly what you want. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you walk bowlegged down the aisle. You hear me? Now let's see what you're offering!"
"Yesssss, that's what I want. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want me to do and what you're going to do to me."
"Just shut the fuck up and show me your pussy, slut."
Dori pulled the front of her panties aside to reveal her shaved pussy; the heady aroma of her sex quickly filling the room.
Peter moved towards her and forced her back against the table. Placing his hands on her shoulders he pushed until she lay spread on it, her legs dangling down and her pussy at the very edge. Kneeling down between her legs he grabbed the front of Dori's panties yanking them hard causing the string on the right side to rip and reveal her womanhood in all its glory. The lips were red and swollen with arousal and her juices were leaking out and running down between the crack of her ass. Without saying another word he place his hand over her pussy lips and captured them between his index and middle fingers and began to quickly slide them up and down spreading her juices across her inner thighs before focusing on her distended clit and squeezing it lightly between his fingertips.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, God, Yesssssssssss. This is what I've wanted. Play with my pussy, Peter. Make me cum all over myself. I've never felt so wanton before. Every time you squeeze my clit I can feel electricity surging through my whole body." Dori cried as her body responded to Peter's touch and she began to rotate her hips against his hand. "Oh, fuck that feels so good. I can feel my pussy juices running from me and being spread across the lips. I feel like such a slut, but god I love it. More, Peter, do more to me!"
Hearing these words, Peter spread Dori's pussy lips and slid first one and then two fingers deep inside of her. Once inside he began to wiggle them to touch and tease every inch of her pussy canal.
Dori's breathing quickened, "Oh ... my ... god ... that ... feels ... so ... fucking ... good. I'm ... gonna ... cum ... Peter. Make ... me ... cum. Fuck ... my ... pussy ... with ... your ... fingers ... and ... make ... me ... cum. Please ... now ... faster ... that's ... it. Faster ... oh ... my ... god ... I'm ... gonna ....cum!!!"
Peter knew what to do and waited until Dori was on the verge of her orgasm before diving between her legs and sucking her clit into her mouth.
Dori's legs instinctively clamped over Peter's shoulders as she pressed her pussy against his mouth and fingers. "I'm ... cummmmiiinnnnggggggg ... Yessssss ... Yessss ... now ... AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Dori screamed as her orgasm overtook her and her body began to shake with erotic release.
Seconds turned to moments which seemed like endless hours to Dori. Each time it seemed that her climax was lessening Peter would send her back into oblivion by sucking on her clit, rubbing against the walls of her pussy with his fingers, driving his tongue deep within her or reaching up and pinching her aroused nipples; occasionally pulling and stretching them before releasing them to pop back into place. Finally, Dori's body could take no more and she slumped, exhausted back onto the table.
Standing, Peter grabbed her legs and used them to flip her over onto her stomach. Pushing his running pants down, he released his aroused cock which stood out straight from his body, and moved between her spread legs. "Now's the time for you to get what wanted, slut," he whispered in her ear as he slid his cock into her and down her slick canal until the base of his cock pressed against her aroused pussy lips.
"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ... Yessssssssssssss," was all she replied.
Standing behind her, Peter grabbed her hips and drew his cock back until the base of the tip was exposed before thrusting back into her. With each thrust he tried to bury himself deeper and deeper in her until he felt the tip of his cock pressing her cervix; that magical opening that allowed entry to the holy-of-holies, a woman's womb.
Dori slowly returned from her orgasmic voyage and stood, lifting her ass higher to meet Peter's thrusts while still leaning forward on her elbows as her tits swayed under her. Each time her nipples slid across the table an electric charged surged from the tip to her womanly core. "Aaaaauuuugghhhhh, yesssss, that's it. Fuck me like that. Fill me deep. Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yes. Fill me Peter. Fuck me hard. That's want I want. Auuuggghhhh ... Harder, Harder, come on damn it, fuck me harder. Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhh. Push me across this table and stab that cock of yours all the way inside of me. Oh god, oh god, yesssssss, Fuck me like a slut. Make me your bitch."
Peter knew that they only had seconds to go before he unloaded his cum deep inside of Dori and wanted to insure that she crested with him in an orgasm that she'd never forget. Wrapping his arm around her waist he trust one last time as he grabbed one of her nipples and pinched as hard as he could. Leaning over her whispered in her ear, "Here is comes, baby. Time to get my cum deep inside of your pussy like a good little slut." His orgasm overtook him and strand after strand of cum surged up his cook and into Dori.
The feel of Peter's cum splattering against the back of her pussy as well as the pleasure/pain caused by him pinching her nipple was more than Dori could handle and she spiraled off into another orgasm. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOoooooooo, AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeee, cummmmmiinnnngggggggggggggg."
They stood there locked together shaking until they both collapsed onto the table, Peter's weight pinning Dori under him as his cum filled her and his sperm began to seek any unsuspecting egg that they could find.
Moments later Peter stood up and withdrew his cock from Dori. Cum and pussy juice leaked from her unplugged hole and dribbled down her nylon-clad legs. Stepping back he looked at the lewd sight of Dori's spread legs and stretched pussy. As if with a mind of its own his cock began to jerk and harden again.
Shortly after, Dori rolled over on the table, her legs spread even wider as she tried to slip off of it and stand up. "Peter, I know that I should be mad at you for cumming in me, but I have to admit that I feel better than I've felt in a long time. My skin feels like it's glowing and I can feel my heart beat throbbing in my tits and pussy. In fact right now, I don't even care if you got me pregnant. I feel wonderful. The only thing that would make me better is if you'd fuck me again." Glancing down at his hardening cock, "I can tell that you want to, so why don't you come over here and take a seat in this chair and we'll see what we can figure out."
Peter half walked and half staggered to the seat and sat down. Dori quickly knelt between his legs and wrapped her hand around his partially erect cock. Leaning over she kissed the tip before beginning to lick on it. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm, our fuck juices taste good together," she said before taking the whole head of Peter's cock and sucking in it. At the same time she slid her hand up and down the length that was not in her mouth. Peter's cock was soon coated in her saliva and became harder with each stroke. Removing her mouth she knelt forward and placed Peter's now rigid cock between her tits and squeezed them together. "I've always wanted to try this, but until tonight I've been too shy, I guess. But right now I want to feel your cock sliding between my tits and using me. I want you to fuck my tits and cum on them if you want."
Peter reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand as he began to flex his hips up and down. First his cock would pop out from between Dori's tits and then it would disappear only to reappear seconds later.
Dori's lust soon overtook her and she began to bounce up and down to help Peter as his cock slid between her tits. Erotic chills ran up and down Dori as Peter squeezed and pinched her tits and nipples. The feel of his cock sliding between her cleavage triggered nerves that she never knew she had and her hand seemed to instinctively move to her pussy and slip two fingers into it while she used her thumb to tease her clit.
Peter enjoyed the sensation as well. The warm, wet feeling of Doris tits wrapped around his cock soon had him on the verge of cumming again. "Ohhhh, shit, Dori. This feels so fucking fantastic. I never knew that you were such a fuck-slut. I always thought you were some kind of prude, but after tonight. Ohhhhhh, god, I'm gonna cum soon baby. I'm gonna cum all over your tits." Pre-cum began to leak from the tip of Peter's cock as he spoke and lubricate Dori's cleavage even more.
Hearing Peter's works triggered something deep in Dori's mind. She knew that she loved Brad and would be his wife, but she also knew that she would never be the same person she was before and that this was not going to be a one time thing with Peter as she had originally planned. She knew that she would be back for more of his cock and the type of fucking she was getting from him. She also knew that she would have him cum in her mouth, on her tits and face, and maybe even in her ass, but right now she wanted to feel him deep inside of her pussy again and feel his cum coating the inside of her when he came.
Leaning back, Dori grabbed Peter's cock as she stood. "Not tonight, stud. You can cum on my tits next time, or the time after that, or the time after that, but right now I need your cock deep inside of me again. I want to feel it pressing against the back of my pussy and I want to feel your cum spraying the inside of me when you cum. I honestly don't care if I get pregnant right now. I just need to feel your cock buried deep inside of me filling me and stretching me as you pump another load of your thick cream inside of me. In fact, I hope I do get pregnant, to remind me of what a fantastic night this has turned out to be," and with that said she straddled his lap and placed the head of his cock against her slick pussy lips before lowering herself onto his cock. "Yyyyeeesssssssssssss."
Peter grabbed Dori's waist and held on to her as his cock slid into her. Her pussy felt like a hot, liquid oven clamping and drawing him deeper and deeper into her. Soon he was as far into her as he could go. He felt her pussy lips being pressed around the base of his cock and could just feel the tip pressing against her cervix. "That's it, baby. I'm all the way in and you feel fantastic. Your pussy is so warm and tight and I can feel how deep I am in you. I can already feel your pussy trying to milk the cum out of me."
Dori wrapped her arms around Peter's neck and lean forward pressing her tits against him as she began to ride up and down his cock. "Let's take it slow this time, ok?? I know I said I wanted to be fucked and you did, but now I want you to be my lover. Will you do that, Peter?? Will you make love to me??"