Surrounded Ch. 03

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
TheTalkMan
TheTalkMan
7,853 Followers

"You're always so mean to her, Katie." Amanda said. "I wish you'd give her a chance."

"Uh, I'd rather kill myself." Katie replied.

Katie and Michelle were cordial to each other but nothing more. They just seemed to be so totally different that they had nothing in common. Michelle always came across as fun and generous and giving, while Katie came across like a straight-up bitch. I now knew they were more similar than either of them realized.

Katie's foot returned to work as we began our meal. I could not think straight. I needed to fuck Katie. I needed her fucking body. I needed to fill this crazy bitch with my cum. Soon. Part of me wanted to throw her on the table, rip her clothes off, and feast on her juicy tits. But, I kept my head straight. I was forced to pay attention to show off boring pictures in this scrapbook, photo album thing, but every thought I had was poisoned with thoughts of sex with Katie.

"Like I said..." Amanda began, "This is more like a scrapbook than a photo album. Like, here, she had a whole section about me and Katie. Check this out, here's photos from each year from when we visited over the summer years ago. Me and Katie and Aunt Gladys. Every year, we made sure to take this picture on the dock, looking over the lake. It was a little tradition."

I looked and saw pictures of Katie and Amanda as children, standing next to Gladys. Gladys was a good looking woman, kind of relaxed but regal, a classy and good-looking older woman. I looked at Amanda and Katie in the picture. Both girls were very cute when they were children, but it was easy to tell even at a young age that Katie would be a stunner. She never went through the awkward phases her younger sister did. While these photos showed off the embarrassing stages of youth for Amanda, the bad haircuts, the strange clothing, the braces, the lanky, awkward adolescence, Katie aged more gracefully. Katie always came across like the cool, popular girl, even at a young age. It was interesting to look at these pictures of a young Katie, and watch her evolution. As a child, she was pretty, but she has still had that youthful innocence about her. While Amanda maintained that attitude even to this day, it was clear in Katie's smile in each of these pictures that that youthful innocence had transformed into something else. As Katie aged into her teenage years, her smile went from innocent to naughty, as did her body. It would seem this shift went hand in hand. As soon as her body went from youthful to very adult, and judging by these pictures, that shift happened seemingly overnight. One picture, Katie was young and innocent. And the next one, BAM, her tits had exploded into ripe melons. Her body filled out in all the right places, and that smile of hers turned naughty, as if she had realized the power her assets had brought her, and that power had corrupted her. This series of pictures started with the two sisters as children. And by the end, with the two standing next to their elderly aunt, both had matured into women. But while Amanda still looked cute and youthful and perky, even as an adult, Katie had matured into a real woman, outgrowing that youthful attitude into something far more adult. And it was clear that she had outgrown such youthful, innocent traditions. Judging by her body, it was clear her interests lied elsewhere.

"And Aunt Gladys was kind of, like, a feminist, so she put this really sweet little poem at the end." My wife said, choking up a bit. She passed it over to me to read.

"Girls, Grow up, be kind, generous, do right by others, Don't be afraid to love, to give, to be happy, And when the time comes, to give your heart away, Find someone who will treat you right, respect you, never hurt you, And you will be truly happy, till your final day."

"Oh, that's nice." I said with a smile. It really was a nice poem, but my mind was so focused on Katie that I couldn't help but think that I would truly show my wife the true love and respect she deserves when I cum on her older sister's face. I would treat my wife right and respect her by filling her older sister's hot cunt with cum. And the hurt I put my naïve wife through will make it so much hotter when I fuck my sister-in-law's brains out.

These thoughts went through me as if on reflex, and my wife must have noticed my expression change in some way. She must have seen the current of lust run through me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah." I began. "It's just a really nice poem." I added, hiding my grunt.

"Yeah, she was such a sweet lady." Amanda replied.

"I think she was a dyke." Katie interjected casually.

"Sis! Jesus." Amanda said. "Aunt Gladys was not a lesbian!"

"Don't be an idiot, Amanda. I mean, look at the evidence, Miss Lawyer. She was this, like, crazy feminist. She never married. She spent all that money over the years on all those pretty young housekeepers, and smoking hot dog walkers, and those sexy little personal chefs." Katie replied.

"I'm not being an idiot, Katie. Just cause she didn't marry doesn't make her gay. She was always... independent. Doing her own thing. Just cause she preferred to spend her money on others, giving work to young women who needed jobs..." Amanda began.

"Yeah, giving Aunt Gladys rim jobs, no doubt." Katie interjected.

"Oh my God, Katie!" Amanda said, blushing at her sister's brazenness. "That's so gross!"

"I mean c'mon sis, it was pretty obvious. Was it a coincidence that all these admirable, remarkable young women, these hard-working, job-seeking girls, all happened to have big tits? They all happened to have those bedroom eyes? And firm, round butts? Face it sis, Aunt Gladys had a taste for hot women, and she indulged herself for years, probably to her dying day. She probably died eating some young slut's..."

"Katie! That's enough! I'm not talking about this anymore. It's disrespectful." Amanda replied, adopting a harsh tone she rarely had to use.

"Not as disrespectful as the things I saw Gladys doing to those hotties in those pictures I found." Katie replied.

"Wait, what? What pictures?" Amanda replied.

"Nothing. You didn't want to talk any more about it. So, I'm done talking about it. I'm just surprised we didn't find any of her toys." Katie said with a laugh.

"Drop it!" Amanda said angrily. She rarely gets angry, but Katie knew how to push her buttons. Amanda always felt particularly close to Gladys, so Katie throwing around accusations that maybe there was another side to her favorite Aunt, a side she didn't understand, was enough to piss her off, to make her feel naïve and clueless and angry, while Katie stewed in her own arrogant pride.

My cock was pulsing as Katie got the better of my wife again. I was literally on edge.

I reached down and pushed Katie's foot away from my crotch before stuffing my pulsing shaft into my pants and zipping up. "I just, uh, need to go to the bathroom." I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, pushing back my chair and standing up. I turned away from my wife so she wouldn't see the bulge in the front of my pants. I only let the rest of the room take notice.

No one was really paying attention though. I only noticed Katie and the waitress eyeing me as I stood up and began walking towards the bathrooms. I needed to clear my head. I was playing a really dangerous game. What I was doing was way too risky. My wife was beginning to notice the changes in me. And if she discovered what was going on, if she noticed the nastiness going on between me and her older sister, I would lose my wife, my friends, my house, my money. If she discovered my affair, my life was done. I couldn't be so reckless.

I had to go to the restroom, clear my head, splash water on my face, let my cock settle down a bit. I had to be more focused, more controlled, more careful. I only got a few steps away when I heard...

"That sounds like a good idea." Katie began. "I have to go, too."

I tensed up and gulped as I heard this. I kept walking towards the back slowly, not looking back, knowing I was being followed. I could practically feel Katie's eyes on me, a few steps behind, eyeing me like prey. I couldn't give into her. I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let Amanda notice. I couldn't be so reckless.

I walked down the little hallway towards the bathroom. As I turned the knob of the door, I pushed it open long enough to recognize it was one of those one person restrooms as opposed to a few stalls and a wall of urinals. But I didn't have time to take stock before I was pushed forward into the restroom. I heard the door shut and lock, and as I turned around, I was attacked.

In a whirlwind, before I could even react, my back slammed into the far wall, a pair of soft, plump lips pressed roughly into mine, and a sinewy tongue entered my mouth. As my daze cleared and I felt a pair of huge breasts pressing into my chest, I realized I should have known Katie would try something. I fell into this forced embrace, my tongue mashing against my sister-in-law's tongue as we made out furiously. She pressed herself into me, making sure I felt her lush body against mine and making sure she felt my bulging cock against her belly.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I said, pushing Katie away. She chewed her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Katie, we can't do this! We'll get caught."

"That's what makes it fun." Katie said, smiling wickedly. "You have no idea how fucking hot it is to fuck in public. To make the whole world hear you scream. To not be able to control yourself any longer, when the teasing and flirting stops and you just HAVE to do it!"

"You've done it before?" I asked.

"Matt, don't forget... I'm a slut." Katie said. "Your sister-in-law is a huge slut. You have no idea the things I've done. But the idea of me and you fucking in the bathroom while my brainless little sister waits like a moron... us moaning and cumming and everyone out there knows what we're doing except for your dumbass wife."

"This is so wrong." I replied, throbbing for my sister-in-law. God, I wanted her body, but now was not the time. Right?

"What's wrong is the fact that my ugly little sister gets to hog your giant cock!" Katie argued. "A flat-chested idiot like her gets to have a ring on her finger while a big-titted slut like me doesn't. An ugly, stupid bitch like your wife has permission to be in your bed on a nightly basis, while a whore like me has to sneak around. A dumb, nasty, annoying little bitch... mmmmpphhhh!"

Before she could finish her thought, my lips were on hers. I couldn't resist any longer. Her casual, venom-filled insults levied against my wife, her sister, was just a huge fucking turn on. I forced her back till her back hit the wall next to the sink. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our lips collided furiously, my tongue in her mouth as we sloppily made out. One of my hands grabbed her behind her knee and lifted her leg off the ground, allowing our clothed crotches to grind against each other. My other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it greedily.

We ground against each other furiously and our hands were on each other. A week's worth of passion was exploding as we touched each other. I slipped the hand that was squeezing her ass into her jeans, wanting to touch her bare ass-cheek. One of her hands slid down my chest and squeezed my swollen cock, aching to be inside her again.

As my hand greedily squeezed her juicy ass, my other hand wanted something to grab hold of. As me and Katie passionately made out, I lost control. I pushed against her roughly and lifted her onto the sink, plopping her down roughly. My hand grabbed at the hem of her shirt roughly. I pulled it up, first exposing her flat fit belly and sexy belly button. I pulled at her top roughly, lifting it and her bra over her mountainous breasts. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked down.

Finally. It had been a week since I had seen my sister-in-law's rack in the flesh, and now, just like that, there they were, in front of me. Still so round, and smooth, and insanely perky. And soft. And tan. And huge. They were just perfect in every way. And her nipples were rock-hard, just begging for a mouth. And now that they were within reach, all thoughts of stopping, all thoughts of resistance, just sort of disappeared. My hands were on autopilot. I ran them across her flat belly, taking joy in her smooth, tan skin before finally, blessedly taking her giant boobs into my hands once again.

I gave the ripe flesh of my sister-in-law's massive breasts a firm squeeze. And the sensation of that soft, silky flesh between my fingers, the only way I could describe it was like I was a drug addict feeling, getting my fix, feeling the pleasure coursing through my entire body, taking me to a different plane of existence. That's how good Katie's tits were.

As I immersed my hands in her rack, I couldn't help but let my face follow, smothering myself in her warm, soft breasts. I scrubbed my face against her massive melons, delighting in the sensation.

"God, they're so big!" I marveled, my voice muffled in her cleavage. I would never get over their size, how big my sister-in-law's breasts were, and how tiny her little sister's were in comparison. Katie literally got all of the tits between the two. "They seem bigger than the last time I saw them." I added, before my mouth finally opened and took in her hard nipple.

"Mmm, I know. They've needed your mouth. I've been dying for this." Katie moaned, forcing her tits outward, forcing the soft flesh against my face. "God, keep sucking. Use your married mouth and keep sucking your wife's older sister's tits!"

I kept sucking, flicking her hard nipple with my tongue, dragging the length of my tongue against it. And my hands kept squeezing, never getting enough of her juicy rack.

"I could do this all day!" I said, my voice muffled again as my mouth kept working. I knew if I let myself, I literally could do this all day, but I knew better. We didn't have much time.

At the same instant, she moved to act as well. We were clearly on the same page. In a furious rush, she jumped down from the sink and spun around, facing the mirror. Both of our hands went to her jeans. She unbuckled and unzipped, and we both yanked at the tight denim, pulling it down halfway down her thighs. Now, my wife's older sister's thong clad ass was staring me in the face. Instinctively, I knelt forward and planted a quick kiss on Katie's ass before standing up straight. As I did, Katie, in one smooth motion, yanked her tiny red thong down to her thighs, now exposing her bare ass to me. She bent forward, hands on the sink, looking over her shoulder at me, starting me down, willing me to take action.

With no hesitation, I pulled open my belt and unzipped myself. Reaching down, I pulled out my throbbing shaft, and as if made to do so, once it settled after leaving my pants, it poised itself in place, pointing directly at my sister-in-law's bare cunt.

Giving myself a few strokes before moving forward, I grabbed her hip with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. I placed the tip at the entrance to her cunt, our skin touching, about to relieve the tension built during our week apart. I bent forward, ready to drive myself into her tight cunt, when...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! Hurry up, dude! You've been in there like ten minutes." A burly voice said from on the other side of the locked door. For a second, pure anger flashed across my face. Why couldn't this guy be cool? Why couldn't he just let me fuck this slut in peace? I looked at Katie. She looked like she wanted this as badly as I did, but she wasn't stupid. We couldn't do this with a guy right outside, slamming on the door while I would be slamming into her.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! I know someone's in there! Hurry up, man!"

I saw that bratty, arrogant annoyance that I loved so much flash across her face, and both knowing what we had to do, we pulled ourselves apart. Angrily, we re-clothed ourselves, me stuffing my shaft back into place, while Katie pulled up her thong and her pants and stuffed her giant melons back under her shirt. We looked at each other as we did so, knowing that this was just a temporary delay on the road to our inevitable copulation.

We moved to the door, and before I grabbed the knob, Katie pulled me in for a fierce kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine, and our tongues started to mash against each other again. My hands went up on instinct and began squeezing at her boobs before...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

We both pulled back, her licking her lips as she did so. Finally, angrily, I grabbed the door knob and pulled it open.

An older man with a mustache was standing there, caught off guard that the door was now open. He stared me down for a second before I stepped back, allowing Katie to exit. "Dude! C'mon! Seriously, dude!" the guy said, disgusted by our ill manners. "I'm telling the manager." he added, as if we were really in for it now.

"Go fuck yourself!" Katie replied snottily, rolling her eyes before adding, "Dude!" I followed behind, eager to avoid a confrontation.

We made our way back to the table, everything in place, looking like we hadn't been poised to fuck mere minutes ago.

"What's going on? You guys okay?" Amanda asked. "You were gone awhile."

Before I could reply, Katie spoke up.

"There was some jerkoff back there being a dick. Kinda delayed things." she said.

"Oh." Amanda said. I watched her, wondering if she would ask more questions, if she suspected something was up. I studied her face, till a smile appeared, and she said. "Okay. Weird." she said, clueless. As we sat down, I looked at Katie, and noticed her evil smile. We had gotten away with something here, something we had no right to get away with. Looking at Katie, I could tell her mind was spinning, thinking of new kinds of trouble she could get up to.

As we finished up our meal, I looked over at the mustache guy complaining to Elise. He was pointing at us angrily, and Elise was listening and nodding. Finally, she made her way over to us, bill in hand. But I wasn't worried. Elise hadn't stopped us thus far. She wasn't going to do anything now. And I was right. She came over, glanced at me and Katie with a smile, and simply set the check down.

"Thanks for coming guys!" Elise said. "I was glad to have you."

"Oh. Thanks." Amanda replied.

I reached for the check, but before I could, Katie beat me to it.

"I'll get it." Katie said. Amanda looked at her sister, flummoxed.

"What?" Amanda said. "What happened to my sister? What happened to the Katie I know? You never pay."

"First of all, fuck you." Katie said. "Secondly, I had a good time. I can pay... but don't get used to it."

Katie reached into her designer bag and pulled out her wallet. Making a show of it, Katie opened her wallet and flipped through the stack of bills. I glanced at her, knowing that most of that money had come from my wife's purse.

"Wow. Where's all that come from?" Amanda asked.

"My boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right. He knows enough to keep her bank account, and other things, well filled." Katie replied.

"Eww, sis." Amanda said. "When are we gonna meet this mystery guy anyway?"

"In time." Katie said. "I'm sure you'll like him." she added, glancing up at me.

Katie took a few bills and put them in the slipcase for the check. She then took a pen and wrote something on the bill.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"Oh, just giving our waitress a very personal thanks. Along with a nice big tip." Katie added with a smile. Just as she did, Elise appeared next to us, and Katie handed her the bill.

"Keep the change." Katie said, as if dismissing her.

"Thanks!" Elise replied.

Minutes later, I was driving home with Katie and Amanda. Amanda's plan was to unload stuff and then drive Katie home, but somehow I knew things wouldn't be so simple. With Katie, it never was.

TheTalkMan
TheTalkMan
7,853 Followers