Carrying on this series, the third of my sisters-in-law is my wife's brother's second wife. She is younger than the other women and although still quite attractive, she is short in stature and a little bit plumper than the others. That's not to say anything bad about small, plump people (and women in particular) because she still gave me cause for dirty thoughts with her much more outgoing and physical nature. Belinda was the type of person for whom a quick hug and peck on the cheek wasn't always enough and our hugs in particular always seemed to last a few seconds longer than anyone else. I always thought she wanted to drag me into her large bosom and hide me in the cleavage between her large, soft breasts.
They were always the first in the family to have a party in the winter or a barbecue in the summer, and always with vast amounts of alcohol available for anyone to consume, which they usually did and to excess. Apart from Belinda that is – she didn't drink at all which I found strange given that her husband was usually the first to start and last to finish on these occasions!
So there we all were, a fine, sunny summer afternoon in the back garden, enjoying a few pre-barbecue drinks and catching up on the family gossip. The barbecue was lit and the coals hotting up nicely with the smoke drifting away lazily on the gentle breeze. Belinda was busying herself in the kitchen sorting out salads and side dishes to accompany the mountain of meat that they usually offered to the hungry guests – I'm sure some of them fasted for a couple of days before these gatherings to make sure they got more than their fair share!
I wandered through the kitchen towards the bathroom just in time to bump into Belinda, who was carrying a jug of cream and a bowl of coleslaw to the dining room table.
"Ooops! Sorry ..." we both said, "I should have stopped or moved quicker!"
The cream and coleslaw mix ran down the front of my shirt and jeans and Belinda frantically mopped at it with a large clump of hastily gathered kitchen towel. Although this was enough to clean up the surface debris, there were a number of stains up and down the front of my clothes.
"What can we do to clean this mess up?" Belinda asked.
"I'm fine," I said, "I'll just nip into the cloakroom and clean myself up."
"Let me help you," she said, "I can see where the mess is ... although you might need to take your shirt off."
She said that with a sly smile and a glint in her eye, and I got the idea that she wanted to make sure I was cleaned up properly before going back out to the party.
Locking the cloakroom door behind her, Belinda turned to me and put a finger to her lips.
"Keep quiet," she said, "otherwise someone will wonder what's going on ..."
Remembering why we were in the cloakroom in the first place, I started to unbutton my shirt. No sooner had the last button popped open than Belinda was reaching for my chest. She ran her hands across my hairy torso, pausing at each nipple to brush it with her fingers, making them both harden immediately. She brought her mouth up to my right nipple and gently kissed it before sucking it into her mouth and running her tongue over it. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her closer, feeling her large breasts rubbing against my stomach and wishing I could return the favour.
Belinda turned her attention to my other nipple and then slid her hand down over the crotch of my jeans, rubbing my hardening cock gently back and forth across the denim. She moved slightly away from me so she could get both hands on my jeans, undoing the button with one hand and the zip with the other. That gave me the room to reach for her breasts, those big mammaries that had occasionally been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies when I was home alone, imagining her taking her bra off and surrounding my cock with them, giving me a tit-fuck to remember.
Those fantasies were quickly becoming a reality as I pulled her top off and quickly unfastened the plain cotton bra that kept her Double Ds under some control. I grasped a tit in each hand, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. I lifted them up to my mouth and took it in turns to kiss, suck and nibble each one, making them stick out like the proverbial hat pegs. I'd never seen such large nipples, about 2 inches long and just asking to be sucked hard.
By now, Belinda had pushed my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and was playing with my cock as if her life depended on keeping it hard. She rubbed up and down furiously as my balls slapped against my thighs. I knew I wouldn't last much longer so I pushed her to her knees and wrapped her tits around my cock, pumping it in and out of the substitute pussy hole.
Belinda had opened her trousers and had a hand shoved inside her underwear, rubbing her cunt and making soft squishing noises as her fingers probed her wet hole. She was almost at the point of no return now and her breathing became more ragged as her own orgasm approached.
"I'm cuuuuummmmmminnnnngggg!" she gasped, her fingers rubbing her clit and her pussy squelching as the juices flowed over her hand and down the gap between her thighs before dripping off into the soft fabric of her undies.
I thrust my cock upwards between her tits and rubbed it against her lips, hoping she would want my semen on her tongue and down her throat. My cock was now aching as I continued to fuck Belinda's tits and I could feel the spunk start to surge from my balls, up the length of my prick and finally bursting out onto those wonderful, huge breasts and onto her face and eager tongue.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as the globs of sticky fluid dropped onto her bare bosom.
"Give me your sticky load," Belinda gasped again, "Cover my tits with hot spunk!"
I looked down at her, kneeling in front of me, her tits and face covered in cum, her hand still inside her knickers, gently rubbing her wet cunt.
"You are a dirty, horny MILF," I laughed, "I've got to fuck you properly ... I need to feel my cock inside you."
"The time will come," she replied, "A bit of patience and careful planning and you can fuck me all day long."
"Now we need to get this mess cleaned up ... oh, and get those cream stains off your shirt!"
I found my shirt in a heap on the floor and Belinda dabbed at the dried stains with a damp cloth and some soap. I'd pulled my jeans back up and she dabbed at the stains on them too, perhaps rubbing more than dabbing, and I could feel my cock starting to lengthen.
"Uh-uh," I said, pulling Belinda's hand away. "No time for a repeat now!"
She moved away and gathered up her clothing, putting her magnificent tits back into the restrictive hold of her Double D bra cups.
