Spontaneous Anal Suggestion
Date: 25.02.2010Keywords: Anal, Suggestion, Spontaneous,
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"I"m kind of surprising myself by writing this story. I never thought I would write one, but I"ve been reading stories both good and bad that I needed to get this one out of my system. This is the first blatantly erotic story I have ever written. Feedback is welcome.
This story evolved after a long stay in the hospital. Running through this fantasy in my mind would help me get to sleep as I was immobile at the time."
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I had resigned myself to an uneventful evening on the the couch with my wife leaning against me watching reruns of Star Trek Voyager, a show we had both grown to love in spite of it"s campiness. There was enough leftover delivery pizza for breakfast and not too many beer bottles to cleanup. The only annoyance was the snare drum sound of the heavy rain as it beat down on the metal shell of the small window air conditioner of our little apartment. The tinny echo shook the cheap plastic vents and competed for our attention.
Abruptly there was a knock at the door. I eased Vanessa off of me, and looked for my little league baseball bat. This was not a safe neighborhood by any stretch of the imagination. But before I could grab my bat, we heard a pathetic cry on the other side of the door.
""Nessa! Are you home?!"
I shot a pained look of annoyance at my wife. Her little sister was here again. I didn"t dislike her mind you, but she was a drama queen. She was hot skinny little number, who was fun to look at, but if you were dating her yourself, you would grow tired of her shit very quickly. My wife got up to answer the door. She didn"t have much patience for her little sister either.
"Celeste, get inside before you catch your death," my wife said. "What are you doing here?"
"Jason and I broke up," she blubbered. She looked like a drowned clown. She was so wet from the rain, you could only tell she was crying by the shape of her features. Her normally pristine straight blonde hair, was now a wet curly mop. Her thin body was covered by a faux fur coat, soaked just as bad.
"Let"s get you out of those wet clothes," Vanessa concealed her irritation from her sister but not me. I was in no mood for bullshit high school drama. I mean, hadn"t we just seen her a week ago on her 18th birthday at her parents house? Didn"t we buy her a gift? Didn"t we tolerate that fiasco of a get together with her boyfriend, an equally stupid, but just as attractive Backstreet Boy wannabe?
I was looking forward to just kicking it on the couch with my honey. Now, it was shaping up to be a total cryfest of an evening.
Vanessa came out of the bathroom and sat next to me on the couch. She had changed from her sweats to one of my pajama tops.
"What is it this time?" I asked.
"Jason wanted to have sex with her. He said he deserved it and had waited long enough."
"You mean they hadn"t done it yet?" I asked. My opinion of her sister shot up a couple of points.
"No," Vanessa replied. "She wanted to wait until she was eighteen or in love, whichever came first…"
"Wait a minute," I interrupted, "He didn"t rape her did he..?" Now I was genuinely concerned. For all Celeste"s drama, I had no desire to see her hurt in any way.
"No, they just had a big blowout fight and he took off," she replied. Apparently the argument started at a movie theater and he left her there. She caught the bus here and she didn"t want to go home.
"I called Mom and Dad," Vanessa continued. "I told them she"d be spending the night here with us."
"Okay, I"ll get some towels and sheets for the guest room…" I started to say.
"That"s not what I had in mind." Vanessa cut me off as she put her hand on my arm.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Their whole fight was about sex. He wanted it, but she wasn"t sure. It was supposed to be on her birthday, but she"s not on the pill, and he didn"t want to use condoms."
"Okay…go on." I wasn"t sure where she wanted to go with this.
"He has more experience than her. That intimidates her. On top of that she"s not sure he"s the one she wants to give it up to."
"So where are you going with this?" I asked.
"I told her that there are other things you can do besides sex that can make a man happy."
"What did you do?" I asked. My wife always came up with hairbrain ideas. This was beginning to sound like one of them.
"I told her that she could learn from us."
I was dumbstruck. "You mean you want to let her watch us do it?" I admit, I love my wife with all my heart, and I would never hurt her, but the thought had crossed my mind of doing it with Celeste. She had the kind of body that just demanded attention. If I was a boy in high school with her in my class, I would just ache for her in silence as I don"t think I would have had the balls to talk to her. Now my wife was suggesting I let her little sister watch us.
"Not necessarily," she replied. I was thinking more of letting you do the foreplay on her, everything you could possibly do with her without sex, while I coach and advise, and then you finish with me.
The evening was shaping up to be far more interesting than Star Trek.
"You mean you want me to go down on her and then do you?" I asked, still incredulous.
"Yeah that, and I want to teach her how to give a proper blowjob," she said.
I couldn"t believe my ears. Vanessa noticed my apprehension.
"Is something wrong? I know you"ve always wanted to do it with more girls before we got married. This is a way that you can have that without cheating on me. And Celeste can learn from a master."
"Master?" She was pouring on the flattery. Not that I needed much convincing. "Baby, you are aware that you"re fucking with our marriage right? If we do this, it might change everything."
"I know," Vanessa said, "but I"m willing to take that risk. I would much rather have you here at home with me than off fucking some strange skank in the street."
"Baby, that would never happen…"
"Yes! I know, but I"ve seen it in your eyes. You want more than what I can give you sometimes. Tonight, I"m giving you more. More importantly, you"re going to help Celeste," she said. "I would much rather have her be with someone, gentle, considerate and experienced than to have some idiot boy take her cherry and come after five seconds."
Her logic was beginning to make sense. My thought processes were beginning to be governed by my lower half.
"So how do we begin?" I asked.
"So you"re okay with this?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think so." As fun as this sounded, it was deadly serious. No one ever thinks of the ramifications of bringing that third person into the bedroom.
"Okay, I"ll go get her. Meet us in the bedroom." Vanessa went back into the bathroom to get her sister. After her suggestion, I hadn"t realized the hair dryer had been going during our whole conversation, until Celeste turned it off.
The bedroom of our little apartment was cramped, but cozy. Barely big enough to fit our California king, but Vanessa and I were happy here. I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard. I would have changed out of my T-shirt and shorts, but, what would I put on instead? I mean, it was all coming off anyway. I"ve always wanted to experience this, but I was beginning to think wanting it might be better than having it. My thoughts remained unresolved as they walked into the room and sat on the bed.
"So what are the rules?" I asked. You have to have rules. Can"t go out of bounds.
Celeste looked much better with dry hair and wearing my wife"s bathrobe. She glanced at Vanessa as she seemed startled at the idea of having rules. I guess she realized we needed them as well.
"Her pussy is off-limits to your dick." Vanessa said without missing a beat. "Other than that, we will make them up as we go along. That"s really the most important one since she"s not on the pill."
Clearly she was slipping into the role of ringleader, but she sounded like she had done this before. To my knowledge, this was a first for all of us, but I suspect that she was trying to make Celeste more comfortable with the idea. Still, her confidence with orchestrating what was going to happen was slightly unnerving.
"You guys are so great," Celeste gushed. I was worried the waterworks were going to start again. Vanessa hugged her.
"Sweetie, you"re my sister, and I will always love you. I won"t let anything happen to you ever again like what happened tonight. In order to share your body, you must first understand your body. We want to help you with that."
"I"m here for you too, Celeste," I added.
Celeste threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Jake." I kissed her cheek back and she kissed me again.
"I know that sometimes I can be stupid…" Celeste started.
I cut her off with a kiss. I didn"t want to begin that useless argument where someone puts themselves down so that you can argue and build up their ego. I hate that shit. I would much rather kiss her than listen to her and before I knew it she was kissing me back. Hard. On the lips, with intensity. I guess she would rather kiss than talk as well. I sensed some anger in her kisses, but I don"t think it was so much directed at me as she felt like she was getting some revenge on Jason.
It was odd to be kissing my sister-in-law in front of my wife. I peeked out of one eye to look at my wife only to see her staring back and smiling. Her smile was both approving and hungry at the same time. It"s obvious how much of a turn on this is for me but I never realized how much this would turn on Vanessa.
Vanessa turned off the lights and lit some candles. The room was dark but for those few flickering lights that cascaded and danced with our shadows on the wall. Vanessa sat down next to us and gently pulled Celeste"s hair out from under the robe. I could feel my wifes hands gliding between our bodies to untie the robe which covered her sister.
Celeste"s eyes locked with mine as Vanessa pulled the robe off of her shoulders. I did my best to keep looking at Celeste"s eyes as her breasts came into view. I couldn"t stand not looking and glanced down at two little mounds of soft creamy flesh capped by equally small pink nipples.
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Keywords: Anal, Suggestion, Spontaneous,