The following Sunday Carter and Melinda were dinner guests in the Henderson home. Melinda's married sister, Samantha, had come home from out of state for a two-week visit. The dinner had been planned to celebrate her homecoming after a one-year absence. When Carter and Melinda arrived, Carter sat in the living room and watched the baseball game on TV with his father-in-law and Samantha's husband, while Melinda joined her mother and sisters in the dining room.
"How's it going?" Hank Henderson asked Carter.
"Fine," Carter stated. "Just fine."
"This is Bill Proctor, Samantha's husband," Mr. Henderson continued. "I guess you guys have never met, have you?"
"No, I've never even met Samantha," Carter stated. He rose and shook hands with Bill and then sat back down on the couch, facing the television.
Beverly walked into the living room strikingly dressed in a silky black dress and black high-heeled shoes. She smiled slyly at Carter as she announced the meal. "Come on, you guys," she said. "Dinner's ready."
Carter sat at one end of the dining table and Mr. Henderson at the other. Carter was flanked by Melinda on the left side and by Samantha on the right. Beverly and Bill sat on either side of Mr. Henderson with Cathy squeezed in between Melinda and her mother.
Carter could not keep his eyes off Samantha. He had seen pictures of her, but they did not do justice to her remarkable beauty. She was even more stunning than her mother and her sister Cathy, if that were possible. She had shiny black hair like her mother, and her features were equally beautiful. Her dark eyes had a more alluring magnetism about them, though. Once Samantha caught Carter staring at her, and she responded with a knowing smile.
Midway through the meal Carter began to feel a slight pressure against his right leg. He glanced down and saw that Samantha was pressing her left knee against his leg. Carter returned the pressure, and Samantha made no attempt to move her knee.
Soon Carter felt an additional pressure on his ankle, but this second pressure was not constant or stationary. It was, instead, a gentle rubbing. Again he glanced down. Samantha had slipped her right shoe off and was rubbing Carter's ankle and lower leg under the cuff of his pants with her foot.
Deftly Carter reached under the table with his right hand and slid it slowly up Samantha's upper leg. He caressed her meaty thigh gently and then grasped it in his exploring hand.
Carter drew his hand back and resumed eating nonchalantly. He felt Samantha's delicate hand slide up his own thigh, grasp his hard cock momentarily, and then release it.
After the meal Carter and Melinda prepared to leave, and Samantha came to the door to bid them goodbye. After saying goodbye to her sister, she extended her hand to Carter. "It was nice to meet you, Carter," she smiled as she shook his hand. Carter felt a slip of paper in Samantha's palm, and he clenched it in his fist.
Outside, on the way to the car, Carter glanced at the note written on the slip of paper. "Meet me at the Rendezvous Motel tomorrow at noon if you want to have some real fun," it read. Carter wadded it up and tossed it on the ground as he opened the car door.
The following day Carter drove rapidly to the Rendezvous Motel during his lunch hour. He parked in the parking lot, and he recognized Samantha as she stepped from a late-model Oldsmobile. She was wearing a tight-fitting orange pantsuit which accented her curvaceous figure as she approached him.
"Hi, there," she beamed.
"Hi," Carter answered.
"I hear you're quite a stud."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Word gets around," Samantha responded evasively.
"I guess you want to find out for yourself," Carter said. "Is that right?"
"That's why I'm here, big man," she assured as she punched Carter in the stomach in a teasing manner.
"What would Bill think if he knew you were here?"
"To hell with him."
Carter went to the office and rented a room while his sister-in-law waited outside. Carter returned, and they entered the motel room together.
"Well, hurry up and get your clothes off," Carter instructed. "I've got to get back to work in an hour."
"You mean that's all I get?" Samantha asked in a hurt tone. "A wham-bam, thank you, ma'am?"
"Take it or leave it," Carter said evenly. "If you're good, I'll give you a replay."
"Fair enough," Samantha agreed.
The two began peeling their clothes off together, but Carter stopped to watch his sister-in-law. She had only her bra and panties left on, and Carter wanted to examine what was under them.
Samantha walked over to Carter. "Unsnap me," she said coyly. She turned her back to Carter, and he unsnapped her bra expertly.
Carter reached around Samantha's sleek body and gasped her tits. He pulled her against himself and moved his hands down her slender waist. He slipped his hands inside her polka-dot panties and eased them down her full thighs and over her curved calves.
Carter stood up and turned the naked woman around for his examination. He stared at her beautiful olive complexion, set off by her dark nipple area on top of two smooth mounds of flesh, and the triangle of kinky black fleece above her cunt.
"So far, so good?" Samantha asked.
"Lovely," Carter said.
"You won't be disappointed."
"I'm sure I won't," Carter agreed as he continued to admire the specimen before him.
"I see Cathy wasn't lying," Samantha observed. "You are hung pretty good, handsome man."
"So Cathy's the one you've been talking to?" Carter asked.
"Yes, little sister said you could really fuck, but after all, it was her first time," Samantha said. "What does she know?"
"Well, be your own judge."
Carter pulled Samantha against his chest strongly, eased her back on the bed, and lay on top of her. He kissed her pretty puckered lips, and she answered with warm, wet kisses. Their tongues met, and their bodies became active. Samantha squirmed beneath Carter, and he wrestled on top of her. He felt the soft pressure of her fine tits surging up against his chest. Samantha clasped her strong legs around Carter's body in a scissors lock, and Carter's big bolt began searching for its hole. His cock prodded her hairy cunt area teasingly, and she shivered in excitement.
Samantha unclasped her legs and spread them far apart with her toes pointed skyward. Carter stopped probing the outside of her fleecy cunt and went down between her parted legs. Carefully he spread the lips of her cunt, and he licked her clit. Delicately he nibbled on it until it grew hard and erect. Still gnawing on her clit, he reached up and began finger-fucking her pussy. The simultaneous action caused Samantha's hole to widen enormously, and her pussy engulfed Carter's comparatively tiny finger.
"Oh, my God, yes!" Samantha gasped ecstatically.
Carter came up, and Samantha went down on him ravenously. She enveloped his tall cock in her mouth and ate it hungrily. She bobbed up and down on the huge wad recklessly. As she came back up, she licked the head of his large shaft gently, and her hand caressed his balls delicately at the same time.
"Fuck me now, you big stud," she implored. "Do your thing with your thing."
Carter rolled his sister-in-law over onto her stomach and pressed her to the bed. He mounted her determinedly and spread her legs apart. He lay on her soft ass and entered her liquid cunt from behind.
"Mmm, yes," Samantha moaned.
She crawled to her knees and threw her ass into the air. She spread the cheeks of her ass with her flexed butt muscles to allow deeper penetration of Carter's long rod into her cavernous cunt. Carter pounded away at the juicy pussy with her soft ass cushioning his powerful thrusts. Samantha gripped the bed rail with both hands to prevent being knocked forward by the impact of Carter's flailing pelvis against her hiked ass.
Carter reached around one of Samantha's meaty thighs and began fingering her clit from beneath as he continued to drill her wide pussy.
"Oh, skit!" Samantha squealed. "Oh, my God, don't do that! It's driving me crazy! Stop it, you horny bastard!"
Carter kept teasing her clit with his fingers and fucking her simultaneously, and Samantha's protest dissolved into moans of ecstasy.
"Mmm, yes," she groaned. "Keep doing it. Keep fucking me, Carter." A succession of animalistic groans of pleasure poured from her throat.
Carter loaded his gun with warm jism and exploded it into Samantha's famished cunt. The hunched-over woman began coming when she felt the warm cum spurt inside her, and her body continued to tremble in orgasm even after Carter's deep thrusts into her cunt had ceased.
"Oh, my God, Carter!" she praised. "Cathy was right. That was the best fuck I've ever had. Oh, I love you and your big dick!"
Samantha's taut muscles relaxed, and she fell to the bed on her belly. Carter lay on top of her, still joined sexually to her.
"How about me?" she continued. "Was I as good as Cathy?"
"Yeah," Carter agreed, "maybe so, but not as good as your mother."
"My mother!" Samantha exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about? Do you mean you fucked Mom, too?"
"Why shouldn't I?" Carter challenged. "She deserves to have some fun, too. Besides, she's a fine fuck."
"But you didn't give me a fair chance," Samantha argued. "I'm just now getting warmed up, and you have to go back to work. I can fuck better than all of them if you just give me a chance."
Carter pulled out and got up from bed. He began putting his clothes back on. "I told you I'd give you another chance if you were good enough."
"Well, was I?" Samantha asked anxiously.
"Yeah. Where can I get in touch with you?"
"Why don't I just call you at work?" Samantha suggested.
"Okay."
He wrote his phone number at work on a slip of paper and handed it to her. He finished dressing and walked back over to his latest lover, who still lay naked on her belly in bed. Carter leaned down and kissed her lightly on the ass.
"See you, Sam," he said, then turned and walked toward the door.
"Bye, lover," Samantha answered.