My Sister-in-Law
By DDDDave
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking"
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"They can't help themselves, men are pigs!" she went on from there but I stopped listening. My sister-in-law had a low opinion of men and she was never shy about sharing it. It was too bad too. She was a gorgeous creature. Blonde hair the fell in ripples down to the small of her back. Green eyes, cupid bow lips that would have looked better working on the end of my cock than going on and on about how disgusting men were.
Amelia had show girl legs, not that she showed them off. She usually wore loose fitting pants. She told me several times that she preferred to dress for comfort. Not for fashion.
She had a slender, toned waist and not an ounce of excess weight. Well, except for her extraordinary breasts which were, from what I could see, much larger than average.
I'd moved in with my brother and his wife while I looked for a job. I'd just graduated from The Institute for Technology and Science and was job hunting in Silicone Valley. My brother, Randolph, had offered to put me up. I think it was as much for the company as anything else. He was the object of Amelia's scorn on a daily basis just because he was a man. I didn't understand why he put up with it. I mean, yeah, she was really attractive and sexy (I thought) but enough is enough! I just pretty much kept my head down and focused on finding a job so I could move out!
Even though I tried to ignore Amelia as much as possible she had made it a point to describe to me her opinion of men. And, just to really piss me off, she treated Randolph like dirt! He was my brother. AND he was a really great guy. He didn't deserve to be treated the way Amelia treated him. So in the few weeks I had spent living under the same roof as them my opinion of my brothers wife had reached a really low level.
Then Randolph came home with some bad news.
"i have to spend a few days in San Diego. The plant manager has been hospitalized and it's my job to go in and run things until we can get a new manager in place. I'll be back soon!" And with that my brother was out the door.
That night at dinner Amelia had more wine than usual. In fact, she got a little tipsy. Alright, fine. She got drunk! She had never over-indulged before as far as I knew.
I cleaned up after dinner, filled the dishwasher and cleaned off the counters. Then I went back to trying to find a job.
As I settled into the den with my laptop to scour the jog sites for an opportunity she joined me with a new bottle of wine. I had hoped that she would retire early for the night. But that was not about to happen apparently.
I did my best to tune her out. Her constant griping about the male of the species was boring.
"There are just so few men worthy of a woman. Particularly a woman like myself!" That caught my attention.
"What do you mean, "A woman like myself"? I asked.
"I learned at a young age that someone like myself can draw unwanted attention just by walking around! It's not fair! It's not my fault that I was born with more of what men want than most women can offer. Your brother was one of the few that could ignore that aspect and try to engage me on an intellectual level. It's the main reason I agreed to marry him."
She sat up straight, drew her shoulders back and looked down at her self complacently. Her pose forced her breasts into massive prominence. As I mentioned before I had known that she was busty. I had not, until now, been aware of just how busty she was. Her breasts as she now displayed them for me were HUGE! Far larger than I would have estimated. Her blouse now had stress lines everywhere and gaps between her buttons.
Her boobs seemed to reach out at least a foot beyond her sternum. They occupied all of her chest from her navel almost to her shoulders! HUGE!
As I watched she smoothed her hands over herself. Her nipples sprang to attention, poking out thru the fabric. She paused to pinch them before continuing to run her hands over herself.
I shifted in my seat. Watching her caress herself was arousing!
She proceeded to lift both tits in her hands and let them drop to bounce in front of her. One of the buttons in the middle gave up and came undone.
Amelia then alternated lifting one and then the other breast. She did this several times before again lifting both at the same time and dropping them together. By now I was almost at full length in my trousers. I was uncomfortable. I used my right hand to adjust myself while we both watched her chest wiggle and shimmy before coming to a halt.
She looked at me as I continued to watch her chest. Her eyes were wide as she gazed at my groin.
"Most men are pigs! You are a horse!" she exclaimed. "Look at the size of that thing! I've never seen the like! I've never even imagined a cock like this!" She was running her tongue over her lips while she spoke.
She had both hands in my lap. She stroked and pulled on my hard on. I tried to block her hands but she was determined. One hand was squeezing my dick while the other was stroking over my ball sack.
She was purring with excitement as she caressed me.
"Thicker than my wrist and longer than a ruler I bet! Jesus, what a massive male monument! I can't reach around it with one hand!" Amelia was all but drooling as she continued to caress my genitals. She had both hands wrapped around me as she slowly stroked from root to tip. Some how she had managed to free my organ from my pants while she had been struggling with me!
"I've heard the expression, but this is the first time I've seen it! You are a horse-hung stallion! What a big dick!" She was licking her lips and leaning closer to me as she worked.
"I want to see what this amazing dick will feel like in my hungry pussy. Your brother has nothing like this to offer! So fucking big and hard! I adore it!"
