My Wifes Sister 2

My now-wife Clarice and I met at a Philippine/American party. I asked for her number which she willing gave to me. Several dates later we spent a lovely evening at a drive in movie. I had already seen the film but actually had little interest in it. It took little time before we were hugging, kissing and I had placed my hands under her bra and was feeling here breasts, 36c's, I now know, but then they just felt delicious in my hands.

To make a long story short, we began to live together six months later and after seven years of living together we married and are still happily together. But, this story isn't about us as you will see.

Shortly after Clarice and I began living together she asked me if I would help bring her sister to the US. Her sister is Christine, or Kiki as everyone calls her. Kiki was a 18 year old girl who was living with her family in Manila. From Kikis photographs I saw that she was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Here doe shaped, wide eyes appeared to beckon to me and her body was unbelievably beautifu. As are most filipinas, she was no more than five feet tall but what a package she made.

Claries dream was to bring Kiki to the US. Economic opportunity in the Philippines was and still is limited. The average monthly salary there is about three hundred dollars . Once Kiki was in the US she could get a good job and help her family by sending money to them.

A few hours spent at the Immigration and Naturalization Service {INS} provided me with enough information to know that the only way Kiki could come here was if we acquired a fiancée visa for her and she became engaged to a US citizen. Clarie had asked me if I would help and I couldn't say no.

At the INS I met a Phil/AM couple who told me how to bring Kiki here. We needed history with one-another. First, there had to be a number letters between us which were to begin as letters between pen pals and eventually were to become love letters. Those were easy to write and over the next five months I must have written her thirty letters and she responded in kind..

Next, in order to bring her here I actually had to go to the Philippines, meet her, take photos of me with her and her family(as proof that she and I had spent time together) and then apply to the INS for the 'fiancée visa'. With that visa she could come to the US.

We had to marry within 90 days or she would have to return to Manila. After the marriage she could apply for a green card which is essentially a work permit and after a year submit to an interview at the INS where they would determine whether we were really living together. If so, she could apply for permanent residency and some reasonable time later we could divorce and she could continue to stay in the US.

Kaki's other sister suggested that we spend the week I was to be there at a resort where we could take photos of us together riding horseback, swimming, fishing, etc. all to make things look more believable to the INS. Arrangements were made and I flew to Manila where I was met by about fifteen family members, including, of course Kiki.

I was absolutely overwhelmed by how beautiful she was, and still is. She had lovely doe shaped eyes, a gorgeous nose, voluptuous full lips, black hair which was tied in a pony tail and which reached to the curve of her back just above her rear. Her legs were shapely and her behind was pear shaped and perfectly suitable to her 5 1'' body. He olive skin showed not a mark . Her breasts, perhaps a 34 B stuck straight out without a hint of sag to them. I noticed that she did not appear to be wearing a bra under her T shirt.

Her family was very polite and seemed happy to meet me. We all went back to her parents house for refreshments and photos and at four that afternoon we were driven to a bus station for the three hour bus ride to the Palama resort, several hours drive from Manila.

We arrived at about seven in the evening and were given adjoining rooms in a two room cabin. I was dead tired from the fourteen hour plane trip and the afternoon party at her parents house and I told Kiki I had to get some sleep since I was totally exhausted. After a light snack in the resorts dining room we shook hands and I bid her good night. She went to her room,

I lay on the bed in my room and the next thing I knew, it was nine the next morning. When I woke up I looked in on Kiki but she was not in her room. I opened the door to the outside and saw that Kiki was sitting in front of the cabin in a lawn chair drinking her morning coffee. She had on a modest one piece bathing suit and in the morning sun looked exquisite. The sun made her black hair shine as if it had been dyed with coal dust.

We walked to the dining room where we had a wonderful breakfast and after finishing we walked to pool where we lay down on adjoining plastic lawn chairs. We began to get to know each other and by lunch time we were fast friends. She had many questions about life in the US and I had equally as many about life in Manila.

After lunch, I was ready to go back to the pool area but Kiki told me that the sun would be much to hot and that it would be best to go back to our rooms for a siesta and go to the pool after four in the afternoon when the sun would not be so hot on us. She went to her room and I went to mine.

I showered, put on my robe, lay on my bed I began to doze off when I sensed a presence. I opened my eyes and saw Kiki sitting at the end of my queen sized bed. She was dressed in a loose pajama top and mini-short pajama bottoms. The fabric of the pajamas was thin and I could almost see her naked body through them. She was gorgeous. I asked her why she wasn't already asleep and she told me that she had stumbled on the way to take her shower and twisted a leg muscle.

I asked her if I could massage her leg to loosen her up and she said that would be fine. I had her lay down on the bed on her tummy with her feet facing me and her head facing the footboard of the bed. I grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion, spread it on my hands, and began to rub her left leg.

Her leg was smooth without a hint of razor stubble on it. Apparently she did not have to shave her legs. I started with her feet and toes and then began with the muscles of her lower leg. She was purring like a kitty cat and I continued massaging her leg eventually raising of her shorty pajamas so that I could massage her upper thigh.

My hands slipped under her thigh then back to her calf, then to the front of her leg, up and down alternatively using, long strokes and short strokes, stopping only to add more suntan lotion to my hands to make them slip over her smooth warm skin. Kiki was moaning with pleasure as I worked on her body.

After spending at least a half hour on her left leg I began to repeat the process on her right leg. I was inspired; time stood still for me as I rubbed, kneaded and massaged her. I could see her pussy through the loose legs of her pajamas that, as I suspected, she was naked under the thin top and bottom of the pajamas.

Her pussy had a great mass of thick black hair on her mons above the lips of her pussy but she had almost no hair on the lips themselves. Her pubic hair stopped growing abruptly on either side of her mons and I saw that she could easily wear a bikini without having to have a bikini wax or to trim her pubic hair.

I wondered whether she shaved her pussy lips but saw that the hair growth was natural and she had not shaved them. I also had a clear view into her pussy which had large, wide open blood engorged lips. Her inner lips and the tissue surrounding them were bright magenta red, and her clitoral hood had retracted exposing her clitoris. It was unusually large, perhaps the thickness of a pencil and appeared to be a half inch long.

After nearly an hour I asked her to turn over onto her back. I then began to work solely on her calves and the front of her legs. I had her raise her right leg, bring it forward toward her body and place her right foot flat on the bed so that I could more easily knead her right calf and thigh. It was then that I notice d for the first time that there was a wet spot on her pajamas between her legs.

Well, decision time. This beautiful girl, my girlfriends 17 year old sister was certainly turned on and I had to decide whether to go further or merely give her the rest of the massage and send her back to her room. "Weak you are," I said to myself and away I went with more rubbing.

This time I ran my hands up the legs of her pajamas and began to massage her along inner thighs and along the sides of her pubic hair but not putting my fingers into her pubic hair. I sort of allowed the sides of my hands to just touch the edges of her hairs.. I then began to slowly rub my hands along her flat muscular belly, but decided to save her pussy for later.

Sometime late I said, "Kiki, I would like to you to turn around so that I can work on your upper body. Is that ok with you?" She did not answer but she rolled over and turned her body so that she was now lying on her back with her feet still at the foot of the bed.

I was sitting on the bed, my back leaning against the headboard and my legs on either side of Kikis body. I asked her if it was OK to begin working on her arms and chest. She nodded and I began to massage her again. My cock had become hard the moment I began to massage her and was leaking pre-cum as if it were a fountain. But back to the story.

I began by putting lotion on my hands and rubbing the back of her neck. I wanted to work on her shoulders but her pajamas were buttoned all the way to the top button. If I was going to continue to work on her I would have to unbutton her pajama top and that is exactly what I did. I brought the two flaps of her pajama top to her sides which exposed her breasts to me.

Unlike many women whose breasts flop to their sides, her breasts stuck straight up without a hint of sag. The areola surrounding her nipples were a deep brown color and the nipples themselves were a wonder. The massage had brought blood to her breasts and her nipples were as thick as a stack of dimes and protruded from her areola by nearly one half an inch.

In my entire life I had never seen nipples which were that hard or that long, Her open pajama top allowed me access to her chest, arpits and tummy. . I began to rub her shoulders, then her underarms. Apparently her underarms were a very sensitive place for her since she was now breathing hard and moaning and whimpering.

I could not feel the slightest hint that there had ever been hair growth under her arms. I then advanced to begin long strokes with my hands going from her throat to her belly but being careful to touch her breasts and roll her engorged nipples between my fingers with each stroke. Since her head was sort of lying between my legs she could not help but feel my erection as it was touching her neck and right shoulder.

It was a crucial decision time. Do I stop or not? "Kiki, I asked, this is going further than I had planned but I don't want to stop. Do you want me to continue." "Yes," she said, "what you are doing to me feels wonderful. I have never been touched by a man before so please don't stop,

"At first your letters to me were part of what we had to go through for you to bring me to America, but I soon realized that the man who wrote those beautiful letters to me had a good heart and I fell in love with you without ever meeting you. Please continue making me feel so wonderful."

Thus, I began by cupping each breast in one of my hands and started to rub and massage her areola and then her nipples. The flow of blood to her breasts hardened her nipples even more which by now stuck out from her body even more than before.

As I rubbed and kneaded her breasts and nipples Kiki began to sigh and moan and move her body back and forth, up and down to meet my hands. I placed my hands down the front of her pajama bottoms and began to rub her tummy. I did not stop there and for the first time let my hands roam through her pubic hair and down to the lips of her pussy.

Her pubic hair, although thick was soft to the touch. My hands were drawn to her inner lips which I lovingly opened and I dragged my fingers into her pussy and over her smooth and totally soaked inner lips. I touched her clitoris which was sticking straight out from her clitoral hood and rubbed it between my thumb and forefinger.

My God, she orgasmed at that first touch and did not stop coming as I massaged her wet and by now completely open pussy.. I continued to massage her clitoris and she continued to orgasm, moaning, and placing her hands over her mouth to stifle her screams.

By now any fiction that I was merely massaging her had disappeared. I lifted my leg over her body and moved next to her. I lifted her arm and slid her pajama top from under her, and threw it to the floor. Next I put my fingers under the elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms and drew them off of her body and those too went to the floor.

I took off my robe and then began to kiss and suckle her nipples and breasts. The first touch of my mouth to her lovely puffy tipped breasts began her to experience another series of orgasms. I ran my tongue over both breasts and then down to her tummy.

The scent coming from her pussy was intoxicating and I waited no longer. I began to run my tongue through the hair above her pussy, then along her outer lips. I repositioned myself between her legs which I spread apart with no resistance from her at all. I placed my lips and tongue into her wet pussy and began to drink her wetness.

No man has ever made a wine as sweet as the taste of her vaginal secretions. I took her clitoris into my mouth and began to suck it. That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Kiki began to have another series of even more powerful orgasms. "More, don't stop, harder, suck harder" she cried, all the while orgasming non-stop.

Kiki suddenly seemed to grow limp and began to breathe in a slow and steady rhythm. By now I had been massaging sucking, kissing, touching and playing with her body for over an hour and a half. Could I have put my cock into her pussy, sure, but I decided that we needed to talk about our relationship before going any further. I curled up next to her, covered us with a sheet and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up a few hours later I saw that Kiki had wrapped her legs around my left leg and her pussy was touching my thigh. The hair on her pussy excited me because it was so thick, black, and soft, and because she was so turned on that I could smell the intoxicating sweet juices gushing from her pussy. Her wetness was running all over her legs, thighs and even into the hairs above her genitals. It was a pheromone cocktail for me.

My sudden awakening apparently had brought her out of a deep sleep and the first thing she said to me was "darling, I have never been touched by a man before and as you must have guessed I am still a virgin. Since we are going to be married when I come to the US, I dreamed that we would have a real honeymoon but since you are living with my sister, we both know that my dream is never to become reality. "What I want to do is to make the rest of this week our honeymoon." I replied that I wanted the same and also told her that we did not need to use any form of birth control since I had had a vasectomy ten years ago when I was married to my first wife Roberta. I could barely stand being with Roberta and certainly did not want to have any children with that miserable woman. In fact the day that she found out that I had had the vasectomy she asked me for a divorce. No problem for me and that same day I packed my belonging and moved out of our home.

Since there was no time like the present I leaned over to Kiki and began lick her armpits then began to fondle and kiss her lovely breasts and her proud puffy nipples. I worked my tongue down her belly and through the thick black hair above her pussy. Finally I flicked my tongue against her clit and as before she began to come again and again.

The mixture of my saliva and her sweet vaginal secretions had made the pussy totally wet. In fact the moisture from her pussy began to accumulate in a pool just below the point where her inner lips came together. By now I had a raging hard on and began to manually rub my cock against her pubic hair, then down next to and then past her outer lips and finally into her inner lips, where I began rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit.

Kiki nearly screamed with pleasure and began to raise her hips and push against my penis. It took no time before I began to enter her pussy and suddenly, it was if we had been doing this all of our lives. I pushed against her and was immediately buried in her. Her public hair and mine were touching.

I could feel the corrugated inner folds of her vagina rubbing against my penis and it took no time before I moaned that I was going to come. "Me too" she said and for the first time in my life I experienced having an orgasm at the same time as my partner had hers. It was an awesome experience for us both. The only revelation for me is that Kiki, unbeknownst to her until this afternoon, was absolutely multi orgasmic.

My cock began to go soft but I put my fingers around the shaft and manually moved it in and out of her pussy, pulling it out almost all the way and then manually pushing the head back inside of her again. Every move of my cock made her come. She orgasmed perhaps twenty, or maybe even more times until I had to stop. My cock was so sensitive that the feelings of pleasure I had experienced by being inside of her could soon turn to pain.

We showered together which was the first time that I actually saw her naked body in an upright position. Her breasts stood out straight from her body with absolutely no sagging. I remember the story I had heard as a kid that if a woman put a pencil under her breasts and it did not fall to the floor she passed the so called pencil test.

Kiki would have passed with and A if anyone had been grading this test. We dressed for dinner but before walking to the hotel dining room I suggested that Kiki move all of her things to my room. She did and we were apparently now on our honeymoon.

After dinner we walked to the pool and sat on the edge of the pool at the shallow edge, our feet dangling in the water. Kiki said to me that she had never felt pleasure like I had given her in all of her life. I asked her what she hoped for when she arrived in the US. She told me that she originally had just hoped to make a simple life there, get a job and send money to support her family.

I asked her whether she wanted to continue our 'married life' there. She told me she could not imagine being unable to make love with me. She said that she felt like a woman and no longer the child that she had been. Just hearing her talk like that made the blood rush to my cock and I was horny again. "Let's get back to our room" I said. I am ready for more of you.

We had no sooner closed the door to our cabin than she stood in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt. Next, she unzipped my pants and asked me to step out of them I stood there in my underwear shorts for a moment. She then put her fingers on either side of the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.

"It's my turn to do something to you" she said and then asked me to lie on my back on the bed. " I'll be right back" she said and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later she re-appeared with a wet wash cloth and a bar of hotel soap in one hand and my Gillette razor in her other hand. She began to wash and lather my cock and my balls. The feeling of her warm hand on my cock was overwhelming.

Naturally, my course began to get hard. She told me to relax and the next thing I knew she began to shave my pubic hair. She started with the hair above my cock and soon took my balls into her hand and began to shave them too.