Synopsis: In this WWII saga, Frankie Puccini married his high school sweetheart Amy, who became a WASP co-pilot and was killed when her plane crashed. Frankie's sister Maria married a Navy Ensign who was killed in the Pacific when his ship was attacked by a Japanese Shinyo boat. Maria has moved back to New York from California and is living at Frankie's apartment. Maria and Amy had shared a secret sexual relationship and that now continues with Frankie.
Frankie and his buddy Archie have decided to start their own business building executive airplanes after the war. Maria offers to contribute the $10,000 military life insurance policy from her deceased husband to the new business and becomes partners with Frankie and Archie.
Reading of the previous chapters is strongly encouraged.
The usual age and theme disclaimers apply.
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After Archie left, Frankie washed the dishes while Maria tided up the apartment. They headed off to bed, Maria wearing a rayon, flowered chemise and Frankie in his usual T-shirt and skivees. He was toying with her nipples as they discussed the evening's events. Both agreed that it went well and that they were looking forward to October. Until then, Maria would start looking for a small office to rent. The only furniture they needed would be a few used desks, chairs and filing cabinets; the only new items they would buy would be a drafting desk and design tools. To save money, they would scour used book stores and libraries for aeronautical manuals. Throughout their chatting, Frankie continued to play with her nipples.
"Frankie, that feels so nice, but my pussy is still sore from the other night."
"Really?"
"Yup. Another thing you should know about Chet is that he was a lot smaller than you, not that we had sex much. The pounding you gave me was the best sex I ever had, but I'm gonna have to get used to your size. Would you like me to suck you or use my hand?"
"Men don't really like to admit it, but I jerked off a lot after Amy was killed. The prospect of another hand job isn't all that exciting."
"Then you better get ready for Lesson Number Four. Where do you keep the baby oil?"
"Why would I have baby oil?"
"Well, what did you use for your hand jobs?"
"Vaseline."
"That's too thick for what I want to do, although it can be handy for other explorations. Hold on a minute, I'll be right back."
Maria swung her legs over the side of the bed, took off her chemise, and padded out of the bedroom. She returned less than a minute later holding a glass bottle of clear liquid and large bath towel. She told Frankie to get naked. While he removed his shorts and T-shirt, Maria placed the towel on the mattress, opened the bottle, and poured a liberal amount of oil in her left hand. After coating her other hand, she rubbed the valley between her breasts.
"What's that for?" Frankie asked.
"I decided to combine Lessons Four and Five. Now lie back and let your sister make you happy."
He smiled. "You always make me happy."
Frankie was already hard with anticipation. Maria's hands reached down, one lightly caressing his scrotum, the other trailing her fingernails along the bottom of his cock. When she reached his cockhead, she rubbed her palm over the top, mixing the oil with the pre-cum oozing copiously from his piss hole. "Mmmm, maybe I didn't need baby oil after all," she murmured. Frankie sighed. "I like when you rub under my balls." Maria laughed lightly. "Like this?" The pads of her fingers slowly performed a soft tap dance over his sack which, although constricted with anticipation, was still the size of her fist. Her oiled fingers slid across his perineum, drawing ever smaller circles around his anus. His toes and ass cheeks clenched simultaneously with pleasure. She stopped, whispering "Slow down, fella, we have a way to go before the main attraction." With that she swung her right leg over his torso and settled gently on his thighs. She poured a few more drops of oil on her palm and spread the wonderfully viscous fluid through her fingers. Returning her left hand to rubbing his perineum, her right hand circled the girth of his shaft, seeking the perfect balance of speed and firmness to her stroking. It took less than two minutes for Frankie to start thrusting up insistently. "I'm not gonna tell you again, brother. If you don't pace yourself, you're gonna cross the finish line faster than you want. Trust me on that."
With that, Frankie slowed his thrusting as Maria continued her ministrations. He continued to leak pre-cum, and she smiled with every drop that escaped his cock. After five minutes, she took her hands and rubbed them between her breasts and over her nipples. "Show time."
Maria began to scoot her butt towards Frankie's feet. He could feel the heat of her pussy on his thigh as she continued her slow descent. She leaned over and kissed his lips, then his chin and then his throat. With that, she cupped her breasts and wrapped them around his erection. "Hang on for the ride of your life."
The feeling of Frankie's cock as it nestled between her oiled breasts was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Although Maria's breasts were smaller than Amy's, his deceased wife had never taken his cock this way; he wondered why. His musings only lasted momentarily as he adjusted to the warmth surrounding his prick. Maria started to rise and fall, but her hair prevented him from seeing what was making him feel so marvelous. He allowed her to set the pace. Her steady movements began to take their toll as squishing sounds filled the bedroom, occasionally being drowned out by Frankie's moans. He reached down to move her hair so he could see, but it kept falling back, obscuring his view.
