Cheryl’s Beautiful TIts – Part 1

Cheryl’s Beautiful Tits – Part 1

This is the story of how I finally got to fuck my sister-in-law, Cheryl.

For as long as I have known my wife, I have wanted to fuck her oldest sister, Cheryl. At the time this happened, she was 32 years old. She is tall (about 5’ 9”) and on the slender side with long beautiful legs and a great ass. But I am first and foremost a breast man and Cheryl has what always appeared to be the most incredible pair of tits. My wife, on the other hand, is pretty small – barely more than an “A” cup – so thoughts of feeling and fucking those huge tits of her sister’s constantly drives me crazy. Cheryl is a biker chick and she likes to wear things like tight blue jeans and little black tank tops with push-up bras that accentuate her 38DD rack (I saw the label on a bra in her bathroom once). She has long, dark hair and smooth ivory skin. I should also let you know that she loves to party and has the reputation of being something of a slut.

I had been with her sister for a few years at this time and had been fantasizing about her since the day I first laid eyes on her and those fantastic tits. When I was around her, I could barely keep my eyes off of her breasts and it just drove me crazy wanting to see them and touch them. I always tried to see down her shirt and when I was lucky enough to get a glimpse of that cleavage, I would just imagine being able to slide my cock between those huge, soft mounds, shooting cum all over them. But, even though she was kind of a slut, the sisters were really close and I just knew that there was no way I was ever going to be able to actually fuck her, so I was left with constantly masturbating to thoughts of her. I was able to get some pictures of her at a party when she was wearing a little top that showed some cleavage and also one of her in her swimsuit. I hid them out in the garage and would pull them out from time to time so I could look at her pictures while I jacked off. Of course, I would often fuck my wife while fantasizing about her sister, too.

There came a Saturday night when a bunch of us were checking out a band and partying at a bar that was only a couple of miles from Cheryl’s house. Everybody was getting wasted and the booze and drugs were flowing. My wife was drunk as hell, but Cheryl was really out of it. Her 14 year-old daughter was at a friend’s house so she could really cut loose. She had taken a couple of downers and had been drinking shots of Tequila and it caught up with her. It wasn’t too long before she was passing out, barely conscious, and needed to go home. My wife was pretty out of it at this point, too, but wanted to stay and party with her friends so I volunteered to take Cheryl home. It wasn’t until I got her into my car and she passed out completely that I started having thoughts.

It dawned on me that here I was, alone in the car with her and she was now passed out cold.