Alison and Susan - 3
Burlington nKwame employed his cousin to look after his taxi business in West Africa. It allowed him to leave his wife and three children and make occasional visits to see his brother; and his brother's delectable young wife, Alison. Ever since he had seen the beautiful blond girl coming down the aisle of the church on his brother's arm, Burlington had eagerly lusted after her.
After the wedding, he had seduced her younger sister, eighteen year old Susan. Now Susan had given birth to his baby. In order to escape his influence when she found out about his family in West Africa, Susan had teamed up with an old friend of her sister who now worked as a whore.
She had joined in to try and erase her memories of Burl but as soon as he appeared she had flown back into his arms. She ended by giving herself to him whenever he wanted. Susan let it be known that Burl was welcome to use her any way he liked when he was in town.
There was no accounting for tastes as the saying went and Glyn wondered idly why he was concerned with Susan, whose intellectual abilities were no match for his own lovely wife's coolheaded logic. Burl certainly took advantage of Susan's offer. She was never less than thoroughly satisfied with the energetic lubrication service Burl dished out. She even seemed to have forgiven him for thinking about Alison, the sister-in-law he lusted after, while he was making love to her. Several times he had actually called her Alison as he came and she had laughed delightedly.
"I'll answer to 'Alison' if that's what you want, Burl," she told him.
For the next three months, Alison and Glyn were travelling across the globe, but eventually he took up his position as a Director and bought a house in Long Island. It was a modern, smallish, secluded two-storey house with a long curving drive and garaging for four cars.
Although the sisters kept in touch by email, they hadn't met for a year until Susan came to see the new house and her niece, Alison and Glyn's baby girl. Of course the sisters had a great time nattering about their babies.
Some months later, back at the place where Susan hung out with Julie and Natalie, there was a surprise visit one day from Alison herself.
Swishing into the apartment dressed in her Paris gown and accessories, the normally cool Alison looked quite angry as her sister greeted her. Her anger was directed at her husband, Glyn. An old acquaintance of his was a geisha whose services he had appreciated over many years.
"He's gone off to that Japanese whore for a long weekend," she cried, " I wouldn't mind just a postcard or a present at Christmas, but to spend a long weekend with her is a bit much. I told him so too. I said if he went I would come and visit you while he was away. And he just told me to do what I liked. So here I am!"
"Are you going to be joining us?" Julie inquired hopefully.
"I don't think so, even though I'm sorely tempted!" Alison told her former colleague.
"What does Burl say about you being a whore?" she asked her sister.
"Not a lot! He actually uses me as a substitute for you. He's always hankered after you, lusted for you. He often calls me Alison when he's fucking me, especially when he comes. It seems to have started the day he saw you walking down the aisle on his brother's arm. I reckon Glyn would kill him if he found out!"
Alison listened quietly, thinking some unimaginable thoughts. She had never quite fancied Burl, there was just something about the man that gave her the shivers. She couldn't imagine why Susan had allowed him to seduce her, let alone bear his child. Now, even knowing he had a wife and children in Africa seemed to make no difference to her younger sister, who raced into his bed as soon as he wanted her.
Glyn finished his visit to his old geisha friend in Japan and flew home. He had spent some precious tranquil days with her. Now after the massaging, bathing and exercise he felt reinvigorated. He was looking forward to being with Alison again. It was time they thought about another child too!
There was a refuelling stop on the West Coast. Just as the aircraft was about to touch down, it hit a down draught that operated chiefly on the starboard wing. To the screams of many of the passengers, the wing tip touched the tarmac in a shower of sparks. The plane swerved violently towards the control tower.
By a miracle of reflex action the pilot, a former USAF B52 flyer and now the airline's oldest veteran within a week of retirement, hauled it back up level, opened the throttles, retracted the undercarriage and circled round for another approach. He landed smoothly to tumultuous applause from all the passengers except one who remained silent in his seat. The banker Glyndbourne nKwame had died of a heart attack.
Alison was stunned by the news of her husband's death. There had been no trace of heart trouble when the bank had sent him for a medical on his appointment to the board. Since then he had attended several regular check-ups without adverse comment. She was soon surrounded by her mother, Glyn's people, Susan and Burl. The lawyers also came to sort out his affairs.
After the reading of the will, most of the visitors departed. Alison and his son were the main beneficiaries, Burl inherited a small pension - which enabled him later to sell off his taxi business to his cousin - and there was a small bequest to a Japanese lady.
Being in constant contact over several days only served to fuel Burl's intense lust for Alison. The sight of her in a tight-fitting black velvet dress that did nothing to conceal her flat tummy, nicely contoured breasts or that ass-to-die-for, had Burl crossing his legs to hide the great bulge between them.
His desire for his newly widowed sister-in-law wasn't tempered by any thoughts of love or compassion. He had no wish to put her on a pedestal and worship from afar. He simply wanted to bury his cock in her. Every night he estimated the joyous relief that shooting a load of his cum into her would bring. He needed payback for the years of yearning to possess her. And he would need to time things well if he was ever going to get into Alison's panties.
Alison's coolness to him, engendered not only by her contempt for the way he treated her sister, or from his unprepossessing looks, but also a revulsion from some aura he seemed to project on those around him.
Six months after the funeral found Burl back in circulation. First he called on Alison's old friend Julie.
He found Julie and Natalie on one of their rare free evenings and soon engaged them in conversation. Julie had met Burl both at Alison's wedding and at her husband's funeral, so she didn't think too much about chatting to him. Knowing they were a couple of whores, Burl offered them a decent enough price so they extended their services to him. He fucked Natalie first, then turned his attention to Julie. He fucked her really hard and took particular care to give her a good orgasm.
When he congratulated her, she told him, "When I stop enjoying a good fuck like that, I'll give up and retire!"
They went on chatting for an hour before Burl gave her one last goodnight fuck and they both went to sleep.
What Burl had learned about Alison had intrigued him. Now he knew his cool, blond sister-in-law had been playing the whore for some weeks before she made up her mind to devote herself to her business career and eventually marriage to his brother.
The thought of being able to buy her services just as he had her friend Julie tickled him. He set off to see her. When he got there, Alison was alone. She sat on the terrace drinking coffee, brought out by her maid Lisa.
