Kim Was Fast But Not Fast Enough

The self defense lessons almost paid off for my sister-in-law. When I told her that all she needed was a good hard fucking, and I was going to give her one, she dropped the plastic bowl and wheeled around.
Kim was fast, alright, but when I saw the kick coming toward my head, my own military training came back to me. I caught her by the right ankle and jerked her off of her other foot. When she landed on her back, the wind rushed from her lungs like a punctured balloon. Both her hands went to the back of her head, which had banged against the hardwood.

She was dazed enough that she never realized what was going on as I undressed her, quickly. Her senses returned too late; I already had her on the bed with eight inches of hard dick in her hot pussy, “STOP IT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! WHEN I GET UP, I’LL KILL YOUR FUCKIN’ ASS!”

I bent her legs back… far enough that her knees were almost against her ears, “You’re not gonna hurt anyone. It’s about time you started paying for your keep, one way or another. I simply told you Jim was a big pussy, and you needed a good fucking. Why in the fuck did you try to kick me?”

I was making full strokes thru the red hair covering her mound, bumping Kim’s cervix with each push. Although I wasn’t able to get my shaft completely in her small tunnel, she was every bit as good as I suspected she would be. In that position, I knew my curved cock should be rubbing her g-spot. After two minutes, I figured I was right. She was still cussing me, but her fingernails began digging into my thighs, trying to pull my organ deeper.

“Oh, my God, Don! You son-of-a-bitch! Oh, God, you’re about to make me cum, you bastard. Uhhnnn… Oh shit…Oh shit…OH, OH, OHHHH, SHIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!”

I was a long ways from popping my nuts, so I slowed down and grinned at her. The ecstatic look on her face told me I had been right, she needed a good hard fucking. When I slowed, her eyes came open, “You sorry-ass cock sucker, don’t you stop on me, now. I want to make you cum so hard it hurts. Fuck me, brother-in-law. Fuck me as hard and as long as you can.”

I did…

Kim had three more orgasms, each one stronger than the previous one. Finally, at the peak of that fourth one, my ass started clenching and my balls drew up tight. I must have blasted a quart of steaming cum up her cunt. It was during the last few pumps that I realized I had opened her up enough to accept my whole, fat, eight inches. Kim was going to be sore…

To back up to the beginning, let me fill you in. My brother, Jim, had hooked up with Kim twenty-six years before. Although they had never actually married, everyone who knew them considered them to be man and wife.
He had done a little work at a service station and some janitorial jobs, but he never made an effort to keep a steady job; one that could support his ‘wife’ and their two daughters.

He had fallen in with a group of marijuana growers/dealers, too, which led into dealing the hard stuff. She, on the other hand, worked at a local machine shop as secretary and accountant. A part-time waitress job helped them make it for many years. Jim and his buddies drew the attention of organized crime, but thought they could outsmart the cartel. When one of his ‘friends’ was found riddled with eighty seven bullet holes, he decided to leave his Kansas home.

Thankfully, both the kids had found husbands and didn’t come with him and Kim to my place, looking for asylum. That was about a little over a month ago. I told him that they could stay but he’d have to find work and Kim could cook and clean. When he suggested she get a job instead, I jerked his ass off the couch and ‘explained’ that it was MY home and MY decision. If he didn’t like it, he could tear his ass back to Kansas.

Three days later, he surprised us by telling us he’d landed a job with the state department of transportation. He was to start at $10.75 an hour flagging traffic. They had told him he would be learning to drive their big trucks and, eventually, heavy construction equipment. I was skeptical, but he left at 6:30 the next morning. He returned at 6:00 that evening, dirty and with his hard hat and bright orange vest.

Things went pretty well for a while. I worked from home, transferring cars and pickups from three local dealerships to other clients around Arizona. I earned close to eight thousand dollars a month and had no wife or children to support. Kim proved to be excellent help around the house and a fine cook. The main problem I had, was keeping my eyes (and thoughts) off her slim, short body.

Three weeks after they moved in, Jim showed up one Friday evening, high as a fucking kite. It turns out that he got fired that day and spent his check on meth. When I told him to get the hell out until he could come home sober, he yelled at me, “My big fuckin’ brother is a goddamn idiot! Why don’t you loosen up and take a hit with me?”

He took a hit, alright. I knocked his sorry ass off the front porch. Kim never said a word as he threatened me and stumbled to his old pickup. I didn’t sleep well that night, thinking Jim would show back up looking for revenge… or for Kim. I heard her crying in the bedroom next to mine and it dawned on me; as thin as the walls are in my house, I surely would have heard the two of them if they’d had sex… but that was one thing I hadn’t heard. That sorry brother of mine wasn’t getting any of her pussy, which absolutely had to be good stuff.

The next day, as she was washing dishes, I strolled into the kitchen and swatted her on her fine, tight ass. “Don’t, Don. Please don’t put your hands on me. Today, I have no use for men and may never have. So please, just leave me alone.” That’s when I told her she needed a good hard fucking… then gave it to her.

Jim didn’t show back up for four days and when he did, he wanted Kim to pack their things and go back to Kansas.

“I’m going to pack your things, but I’ll never go back. You can go wherever you want, I’m staying here.”

“The hell you are! You’re coming with me, by God, or I’ll beat the shit out of you, again.”

This time, her ‘roundhouse’ kick connected. Jim’s feet left the ground as he flew backwards and landed on his ass. Two steps and her next kick caught his balls and the blinding pain almost made him pass out. Three or four minutes later, he opened his eyes with hate in them. Her third kick landed on his temple and laid him out… cold.

“Damn, girl, you could have killed him.”

“He’ll never touch me, again, Don. He’s beaten me a hundred times over the years, but never, again. You wanna help me throw all his shit into the back of his truck?”

“Uh…. I’m scared not to do what you want,” I said, grinning.

She stepped up onto the porch and wrapped her small arms around my neck, “Good. Once we throw all his crap out, I need some more of your hard dick… I guess this morning’s session wasn’t enough.”

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