Sister-in-Law Gets To Satisfy Her Curiosity

“Fucking hell, she's hot! Talk about a MILF!”

I admit I was shocked. Not so much because of what was said, but because of how Helen reacted. Her eyes lit up and she beamed a smile at the young man who had uttered the words. “Thank you,” she said. “I'm all yours.”

There was a fair bit of nervous tension in the room. Surprisingly, very little of it emanated from Helen, who seemed quite poised and self-assured, clad in a tightly clinging, dark blue dress which concealed most of her cleavage, even as it accentuated her fine bosom. No, it was the testosterone-filled contingent that seemed strangely unsure of itself.

But the lad who'd spoken had to do something so as not to lose face. That much I could easily comprehend. Even so, as he stepped up, he felt compelled to ask, “So how do you want this to go?” Helen just smiled at him. From standing, she dropped to her knees. The lad was close enough for her to be able to unzip his trousers.

The silence in the room was uncanny for such a small space so tightly packed. Helen unbuckled the lads belt, pulling his trousers down along with his underpants. I fancied the lad might be slightly embarrassed that he didn't have a full-on erection, but the moment Helen's tongue hit the root of his semi-erect shaft, he sprang into action. In an instant half his cock had disappeared inside her mouth.

Perhaps I should explain that Helen is my sister-in-law. I suppose that might strike you as somewhat strange, but you can hardly think it any stranger than I did, standing there confronted with the situation in the flesh, so to speak. But then the whole thing had been utterly bizarre to begin with.

From my point of view it began one night when Kate, my wife, and I were tucked up in bed, and she suddenly said, “Do you know what bukkake is?”

This was a question to be handled with a certain amount of sensitivity. I love my wife, and I've not been nor wanted to be with another woman since the day I met her. Still, that hasn't stopped me from checking out the odd bit of porn from time to time, in spare moments. “I'm not sure,” I said.

“Apparently it's when a woman is ejaculated over by several men,” my wife informed me.

“How extraordinary,” I said. Then with a slight panic presenting itself, I tried to make light of the question, “Why? You haven't developed an interest in that sort of thing, have you?”

“Not me,” my wife said. “Helen.”

Helen was almost a textbook example of a certain psychological sequence of events. Hers and my wife's upbringing had been surprisingly sheltered. She had married young, at 19, and remained a housewife. From what I gathered, her sex life had been wholly unadventurous, which hadn't stopped her from giving birth to four children. Not long after the youngest had turned 18, she had divorced her husband and come out of it with a generous settlement.

I learned that for two years after that she had made up for lost time, using the internet to explore the myriad avenues of sexual desire she had never known existed, while having the odd young lover on the side. She had been longing to investigate all that she saw more fully, but wasn't that daring.

Then, one evening, after she and my wife had drunk a bottle of wine each, she had plucked up the courage to tell her sister all. She was especially curious as to what a bukkake session felt like, she told Kate, but she couldn't arrange it on her own. She needed people she could trust. And the person she trusted most in the world was her sister, followed by her brother-in-law.

The two sisters were very close when they were growing up, and Kate, being the oldest, has always been very protective of Helen, while nevertheless being unable to deny her anything. If that extended to a bukkake session, Kate was still unable to say no, especially since hers and my roles were essentially to make sure that things progressed in an orderly fashion.

Finding willing participants was not a problem. One of Helen's young lovers lived in a basement flat beneath his parents' house. Since they were often away, sorting out an appropriate date was comparatively easy. He it was, too, who set the ball rolling, inviting all the young men he knew, who in turn, I guessed, had let things spread on the digital grapevine.

Nevertheless, standing there in the enclosed space, with so many younger male bodies around me, I was uncomfortably aware that my chances of sorting things out if they got out of hand were very limited indeed. Not that there seemed to be any hint of trouble. Everybody seemed incredibly well-behaved, if a little on the vulgar side, and you could hear a pin drop as Helen's lips moved against the stiff shaft in her mouth, which is to say that a loud slurping filled the sonic void.

My other role was as camera man, since Helen was adamant that she wanted the whole thing kept for posterity, or at least her own pleasure. Kate's role was to sit in the outer room guarding the young men's mobiles, which they had to hand in on arrival so that pics and footage of Helen didn't flood the internet. Their willingness to do this was, I supposed, testament to their eagerness to take part in the evening's entertainment. I didn't imagine that youngsters normally relinquished their phones so sheepishly.

Deciding to at least do something to act like a proper film maker, I zoomed in on Helen's face, capturing in close up the way her lips were moving greedily along the shaft, feasting on the great member. It seemed as if the pair of them could go on forever.

There seemed little point in being embarrassed about having an erection myself, so I decided to just let things stand. Actually, I have a confession to make. I said earlier that I'd never wanted anyone other than my wife. That's true; or at least it was until Helen's confession.

The three of us had met up, to talk things through and decide if the thing was even feasible. Since both my wife and I expressed some doubt as to whether or not it was wise, Helen decided we should be made to watch some of her favourite clips. “Maybe I'd hate it,” she said. “But it looks so delicious, and I'll hate myself more if I never try.”

At that moment I was watching a buxom blonde take a big cock in her mouth, even as her face was already heavily glazed with semen. My eyes turned to Helen, and there was an uncanny resemblance between the two women. In a flash the caveman in me emerged from whatever hidden depths he normally inhabited. I wanted to unzip there and then and smother my sister-in-law's face with sperm. Of course I didn't, but the memory of that desire continued to haunt me as I stood there, camera in hand.

“Oh yeah!” the lad suddenly gasped. I wasn't sure who pulled away first, but filmed the lad wanking his stiff cock, while Helen stretched out her tongue the way women always seemed to in the movies. Her tongue whisked lightly and briskly against the underside of his glans as he pumped away.

“Go on, give it the slut!” someone in the room encouraged. Even as the words were spoken, that was indeed happening. The lad's sperm was shooting out, some of it going in Helen's mouth, most of it shooting up over her facial skin.

I couldn't believe how cool and mannered she sounded when she said, “Thank you. That was delicious!”

“You're welcome, milady,” the lad said, provoking a few laughs.

I decided to scan the room with the camera, just to get a feel of how things looked. I'd spent so much time focused on Helen that it almost came as a shock to see how practically every male there had his erection stuck out in front of him, for the most part a hand gently working himself.

When I turned to focus on Helen again, I couldn't see her. Five men were surrounding her, and I had to push my way into the tight circle. Helen did nothing to acknowledge my presence, being seemingly absorbed by the fine specimens presented to her. Her hands and mouth were in perpetual motion, moving between the five erections in turn.

I tried to capture as much of the action as possible, but wasn't sure how I was doing. In truth I was thinking that if Helen liberated my poor aching manhood, I wouldn't stop her, but she had her hands (and mouth) full, and did not attempt to do so.

“Oh shit, that's good!” one of the lads gasped, the one Helen happened to be servicing with her mouth.

“Yeah,” someone interjected, “the older they are, the better they suck cock.”

“Been around the block a few times, ain't they?” a third said, prodding Helen's cheek with his cock.

It was still slightly disconcerting to hear Helen spoken of like this, or rather to see how she didn't appear to be put out it at all. If anything she seemed to move her mouth faster, with more intent. She had both hands full, while the guy who'd suggested she'd been around the block rubbed his cock up against her cheek, working himself.

Working himself to an eruption in fact. Suddenly thick white was bubbling out over Helen's skin.

“Give her one on the other cheek!” somebody cried out, a suggestion that he was taken up on in a jiffy, one of the other lads taking charge of himself and providing icing for the other side of my sister-in-law's face. It occurred to me that the lads seemed to have been saving up for the occasion. They'd hardly got going and there was a fair bit of sperm on Helen, some of it dripping down onto her dress.

The dress was about to go, however, for someone called out: “Let's have a look at her tits, then!” Two of the remaining men pulled away, while the one left moved behind Helen, pulling the garment down off her shoulders, and slowly making sure the dress was peeled down to reveal her breasts. This was done with almost complete silence resuming its hold on proceedings as everyone took in the breathtaking sight of Helen's fine mammaries being exposed. For a woman of forty-five and some, who had suckled four infants, her breasts were still eminently desirable.

The lad behind Helen placed his hands under her breasts before jiggling them and saying: “I bet there are a few here who wouldn't mind spunking these all over. How do you feel about that?”

“What do you think I'm here for?” Helen answered, amazingly confident for someone who, scant weeks ago, I wouldn't have thought would come close to this kind of situation.

Helen spun round on her knees, grabbing the lad's cock and pressing it into a fleshy tit. Someone was suddenly behind her, sinking down, feeling her buttocks, squeezing them hard. The moan that escaped Helen suggested he was on the right track. Not that she got much chance to moan, someone else had hastily appeared and her mouth was soon fully occupied again.

I hardly knew which angle to shoot from now, and circled the woman while keeping the camera trained on her. To my chagrin I was still behind her and missed some of the action when the two men came almost at once, the one shooting a load of thick white over an areola, the other coating her lips.

By now a new atmosphere could be felt in the room, given voice by someone saying: “Let's get her on the bed!”

Three of the lads took hold of Helen bodily and laid her on her back on the bed that backed onto the centre of the back wall and was covered with a black plastic sheet. Clearly this had been in mind from the start.

Helen just laid there grinning, staring at the assembled crowd, licking cum from her lips. Her dress had ridden up to reveal black stockings, suspenders and black, silky looking knickers. She looked ravishing, or ravish-able, if you prefer. For a split second I thought that Kate had never looked so good, then I came to my senses and decided that was because my wife had never had the semen of several men on her.

Then a new and worrying idea came to me. The sisters had always been close. So close that they might almost have been twins, though they patently weren't. Did that mean that my wife might secretly want to do this? I hardly dared follow the thought through, and fortunately I didn't have to, at least not then.

One of the men had got up on the bed. Kneeling next to Helen, he'd pulled her head over and down over his cock.

“She looks so fucking hot we should have got her to perform for us,” someone said, to murmurs of agreement.

I was zooming in on the action, when someone else approached the bed, sitting down and stroking the black silk of Helen's knickers.

“Don't pussyfoot around!” someone cried. “Feel her cunt!”

This was the moment I'd been dreading, for the rules for the evening stipulated that there should be no contact of any kind with Helen's genitals. With trepidation I stepped forward. “Now then, lads,” I said as loudly and with as much authority as I could muster. “Let's respect the lady's wishes, shall we?”

“No!” Helen cried out, her mouth suddenly liberated. “It's all right! I'm so turned on I don't know what to do! Please touch me there!”

A rush of excitement shot through the room. Helen's knickers were pulled to one side, fingers immediately found their way between her labia. Everybody moved in to get a closer look. Helen suddenly had someone on the other side of her. Her head was passed between two of the lads, who took it in turns to shove her face down over their hard cocks.

“Listen to that slutty fuckin' cunt!” someone said. And they had a point; here she was, moaning loudly on mouthfuls of cock as fingers ravaged her pussy. The sound of her juiced up cunt sliced through every other noise in the room as a sequence of men fingered her. Still, I was finding all this rather hard to believe. I'd known Helen for many years, but never could I have imagined that this uninhibited hussy inhabited her body.

Two mouthfuls of cum later, which Helen, drooled out over her breasts for the benefit of the crowd, she rolled over and got up onto all fours. All nerves, all pretence at consideration had now vanished. “Looks like she wants more than she came for,” one of the lads said, followed by laughter.

Even at this stage I felt inclined to break in. “Are you sure about this, Helen?” I asked.

I fancied some of the lads looked at me as if I was a bit slow as Helen simply uttered: “Uh-huh!”

Her mouth was quickly wrapped round a big black cock as someone else brought her knickers down to her knees. A lad with a long, thick rod was behind her. He brought the swollen cock head to Helen's pussy, and then with a great thrust he was in.

Suddenly my hitherto, oh so respectable sister-in-law was the meat in a hard-thrusting cock sandwich. Very willing meat, it has to be said, but meat nonetheless. One cock hammered into her from behind, the other pillaged her mouth. I didn't know how many lads there were left, only that they all seemed to take turns with Helen, one after the other. Some of the cum she'd already taken had dripped onto the black plastic. The stuff seemed to be all over the place.

All of a sudden she collapsed onto the sheet, the thick spunk coating her, drenching her rolled up dress when she turned over. She wrestled her knickers off as a lad she'd just been sucking wanked his cock over her face. “Give it to me!” she said, eyes gleaming with wild abandon.

The guy carried on wanking as Helen stuffed her own fingers in her cunt and began frigging herself, her legs now wide open. “Aaaaaah!” she gasped, as huge spurts struck her face while others surged down between her breasts. I'd given up trying to do anything else with the camera than just hold it and let it capture the action. One of the lads was kneeling between her legs, and now he took aim and shot his load over her hand as she lay there working her fingers in her twat.

This clearly gave the others ideas. Two of the lads grabbed hold of Helen's ankles, hoisting her legs into the air. “Who wants to spunk the MILF's cunt?” one of them cried.

Enough did. Helen slid her fingers out of herself, concentrating on her clit as one, two, three, four, five, six lads showed that they were game. Each one got up between her legs, each one rubbed his cock against her labia while masturbating, before spurting a hot load of cum all over her pussy. All the while Helen lay there, rubbing her clit, writhing in the cum on the sheet. By the time her cunt was a veritable cum swamp, I could tell she was close to coming.

“All of you!” Helen moaned, sounding slightly deranged, completely desperate. “Now! Just cum on me, anywhere you like!”

I found a useful spot and just stood there, training the camera on Helen. Capturing the sight of my sister-in-law, her fingers sliding through the slimy residue of male ejaculate, bringing herself every closer. At the same time, the remaining lads took her at her word. Suddenly hot spurts of cum were shooting out over Helen; her tits and face especially subjected to yet more goo.

And as the stuff rained down on her, Helen finally shouted: “Yes! Yes! I'm such a slut and I'm loving it! Yes!”

And there she was, her cum-drenched body jerking on the sheet. There was something frighteningly arousing about seeing her like that, in the throes of complete, unabashed lust, and again I was caught by the sudden flicker of an image of Kate like that.

Party over, the room emptied amazingly swiftly. No doubt the men headed out to retrieve their valuable mobile phones from my wife. In the meantime Helen was left on the bed to recuperate. She was still lying there when Kate emerged from the outer room. “My goodness, Helen!” she exclaimed. “What do you look like?”

“I can only imagine what I look like,” Helen said, “but I know I feel fantastic. You should try it, Katey, you really should.”

I felt my stomach cramp. Don't put ideas in her head, I begged silently.

“It looks very messy,” my wife said. Far from settling my fears, her tone suggested no more than token resistance to the idea.

“Exactly!” Helen exclaimed. “Oh, it can't be described, it has to be experienced.”

Finally my wife seemed to remember my presence. “I'm sure Andrew would have something to say about that,” she said.

Indeed he would, but before I had time to say anything, Helen gushed: “Thank you both! I can't wait to see the footage. Just have patience while I clean myself up; then we can head back to my place and take a look, all three of us. What do you say?”

I said nothing, still with the uncomfortable feeling that Helen was putting ideas in my wife's head.

“Lovely,” Kate said. “I'm dying to find out what all the fuss is about.”

I was beginning to get a very bad feeling about this indeed.