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Pleasures Postponed

A Fictional Story.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
entirely coincidental.

By James Bellamy jbellamy@renman.net

Chapter Three - Howard's Club

Reprise, Chapters 1 & 2   [Jennifer scissored our legs together and
guided my newly aroused, but only semi-hard cock once more into the
center of her body between her legs.  We lay that way for a long time
having a slow enjoyable fuck while the open position allowed us to
explore each other's bodies gently and lovingly.  The muscles of her
cunt were wonderfully gentle on my weary cock.  I gave her breasts a
fond pleasureful massage and her nyloned legs were delicious to feel
surrounding me.

I kissed her fondly and prepared to go back to my bed .  "I'm glad we
finally finished the fantasy, she whispered into my ear.  Our tongues
just touched one last time and were the last things to part at the end
of our kiss.]

It has been three months since my sister Jenny visited us.   That
astonishing visit had led to the two of us  revisiting childhood
memories and enjoying the sex that our fears and concerns had left
unsatisfied some thirty years ago when she was a budding teen.  Now,
as the airplane approached the airport, my mind was again on those
long ago days of sexual awakening and experimentation.  Her pretty
breasts capped with the nubs which hardened so quickly to my touch in
her moonlit bedroom, the room silent except for the sound of my heart
pounding  in my ears and the shortness of my excited breathing.  Her
panty-covered mound had made me wildly excited then and I felt my cock
hardening even now with the memory.  The 727 bumped onto the runway
and my mind returned to the question bothering him throughout the
flight.   How will it go, this first time together since playing out
our childhood fantasy in the quest room of my home so recently?

"Will we now be self conscious and uncomfortable about it?", I
wondered.

Jenny waved and smiled from the other side of the hall as I came off
the Jetway.  It was soon clear that she was completely at ease and I
needn't have worried.  Her easy conversation made it easy for me to
get past the slight discomfort or guilt that I was feeling.  I
marveled again at how easy the years had treated her body as she
leaned over the baggage carousel to get my second bag.  Her tight
skirt snugged to display a panty-line arching gracefully over a
shapely buttock to disappear beneath the tightness spanning her firm
thighs.  Her nylons applied a golden sheen to the calves of her legs
and, as always, she wore rather high heels that emphasized the beauty
of the leg she extended as she reached for the bag.

The old saying..  "If she only weren't my sister ".......sprang to my
mind before the irony of the remark occurred to me, given the
circumstances we had put ourselves in just three months ago.

"Gee, it's great that business brings you here, ... I don't know when
I'd see you otherwise.  What are you working on?"  She asked, as she
slid behind the wheel.

'We're trying to do an acquisition of a small manufacturing company.
I'm having a look around next week to see if we can find a way to do
it,' I replied.   'By the way, are you sure you don't want to drop me
at a hotel instead of putting up at your house?  I wouldn't mind, you
know."

"Hey, big brother, we just got back in touch, I want to keep it that
way, OK?"  Her smile was warm and made me feel wonderfully content to
be "back home."  I watched with pleasure as her tight skirt slipped
back over her thighs to make room for her driving.  The skirt had a
split part way up the front and the evening sun glinted on the nylon
tightly encasing her thigh.  The dark ring at the top of her stocking
was just in sight.  My eye slid up to find the tell-tale little bulge
of the old fashioned garter holding her stocking.

"God, but I love you old fashioned girls,"  I murmured, letting my
finger trace the garter snap tentatively.

" We aim to please, " she grinned impishly.  "I know what you like,
eh?"   Her hand slipped her skirt an inch or so higher, letting me
enjoy a little more of her very exciting legs.  I let my hand rest on
the silkiness of her thigh.  Jenny put her hand on top of mine
blanketing my hand between the warmth of her thigh and her small hand.

"I thought we'd have dinner at the Thornapple Inn, remember it?" she
asked.

Dinner was quite good, with two bottles of wine.  Our conversation was
easy and full of the warmth of shared reminiscences.  Jenny kept in
steady and constant contact; slipping her shoe off and touching my
ankle with her stockinged toe, leaning her knee to touch mine, making
a point by touching my hand or my arm.  It was nice.

"Do you feel like an adventure, Big Brother?  I would just love to go
down along the river and see if some of those old dives you used to
hang around are still there, wouldn't you?"  The wine was making her
very animated.  It sounded like fun to me too, so we were soon driving
slowly along Fremont Street looking at the remains of some fairly
tawdry watering holes.  Spotting an old favorite called "Howard's" I
suggested we go see what it was like these days.  It used to be a
rather bright spot with music and dancing.  It was run by a large
black man named "Howard" appropriately enough, and I had spent many a
lusty and drunken evening here in my ill spent youth.

It was still the same sort of place, though looking a bit down at the
heels compared to the brightness which had graced the scene when it
was new.  A small combo played something similar to the old fashioned
jazz I remembered, but with electrical instruments, sadly enough.  The
clientele seemed about equally divided between blacks and whites;  in
contrast to the old days when most would have been black.

We sat at the bar and ordered drinks.  Jenny straddled my leg as she
perched on the barstool and continued her non-stop conversation laced
with lots of penetrating questions for me.  She can be a bit
exhausting, and I stared off into the familiar mirror behind the bar.

"This makes me feel wonderfully naughty, coming down here.'  Jenny
commented,  'Do you remember in the old days when it was considered a
little risky to come down here in the black neighborhood?"  I nodded,
recalling those segregated days.  "You know, I remember that I had a
secret fantasy to find a handsome black guy here and get wildly and
properly laid.  Funny how it is still an exotic and exciting thought
to go to bed with a black man.  You know what they say about them,
don't you?  What if it's true and they are genetically great lovers
and sex athletes and I'm the only one who never found out," she
laughed ruefully.

As if in answer to that recollection, an attractive black guy asked
Jenny to dance.  She happily went off and I was soon watching a bit
enviously as the two of them moved smoothly around the tiny dance
floor.  Jenny aped a funny face at me,, sharing a laugh at her wish
coming true.   They were both very good dancers and so they naturally
were enjoying it.

The band dropped down to a little old-fashioned slow dance music.  Now
I was very envious, as I watched Jenny's classy shape mold to the
muscular form of her partner.  They moved together beautifully,
seeming to slip and slide into the hollows of each other's body in
perfect time to the music.  His leg, extended, was a perfect foil for
her to straddle, and I could just imagine the mound of her pussy
pressing so tightly against the lean muscularity of his thigh.

Their bodies were slightly offset now and it was sensuous the way I
saw the light between them extinguished like an eclipse, as her silken
thigh met his and then  slipped into the space between his legs.  I
could almost feel the sensation of their slow moving bodies taking
smaller steps to avoid losing the warm contact of the length of their
thighs lying tightly against each other.

Now his hand was moving a little lower on her back as I watched.  She
was looking up at him, a laugh on her lush lips, as he smiled back.
His hand slipped past the band at the waste of her tailored skirt now
and I watched her swivel on her high heel as his body matched the
movement.  Still lower his hand traced the cheek of her ass, so petty
under the tight skirt.  I could tell that she was pressing her entire
body against the sinuous body of her partner.

His hand was just tracing the sexy panty-line that I had admired
earlier as they took a last spinning turn while the music died at
last.

"My god, this is crazy, I thought, how can I be having this jealous
reaction to watching my own sister having such a good time?"  I
wondered.

'Boy, is he a great dancer," she exulted.   "How about that, big
brother, do you think I've still got it?"

"Yeah," I admitted grudgingly.  "Maybe even more.  I was starting to
feel jealous!"

"Heh, Heh,'  she cackled, imitating the Wicked Witch of the West,
'makes me feel powerful, big bro.    Can we come back tomorrow night?
I think I have a steady partner there!"

"The question is 'a partner for what' little sister, and are you ready
for that?"  I asked in my best big brother disapproving manner.

By the time we headed home, we were a bit drunk, Jenny had had a few
more dances, including one with me and we were in what is called 'high
good spirits'.

We climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.  Jenny told me that her son was
on a sports trip to another town, so we had the house to ourselves.
"You know what I'd like to do? That is, if you don't mind, " she
started a little haltingly, I would really like to replay the fantasy
we did last time."  "Would you feel OK about it?"

I paused, then replied "yes, I admit, I would like that too.  Very
much."

"Oh, good," she smiled up at me, and then squeezed my hand.  

Somehow, it simply seemed right.  We had talked it through the taboo
concepts last time.  I guess we had got past the discomfort at that
time.

Lighting two candles on the dresser of her room, she asked,  "I'd kind
of like you to watch me getting undressed, like you must have done
years ago, and then sneak down to my room a little later."  She looked
at me tentatively.  "Is that strange." "Yes, I'm sure we are both
strange,' I laughed 'but, so what?  I can't really think of what
damage is being done.  Even If I could, I don't think I could resist
it."  "To be honest, I think it is warm and wild and really
wonderful," I continued.

She pressed against me, now placing her head against my chest and
touching her mound against my now hardening cock.  The pressure
increased the rush of juices into my cock; more or less completing
it's surging hardness.

Feeling it against her tummy, she looked up and murmured "Wow, that
feels so exciting, I can't believe it!"

She guided me to the loveseat across the hall from her doorway.  She
turned out all the lights.  The candles, backed by the twin mirrors
over the dresser cast a reflected warm glow throughout the room.
Jenny stood before the mirrors, her right side toward me.  She stared
for a moment into the mirror, and I sat transfixed, looking at the
shadows cast by the candleglow on her body.  The blue suit looked like
a warm burnt orange color, the silk blouse at her throat, a brighter
shade of the same orange.  The curls framing her face gleamed in the
light and her high cheekbones gleamed.

With slow, deliberate motions, her hands moved to the gold earrings
and place them on the dresser.  Her hands moved up her body, lifting
her breasts slightly as she seemed to admire them momentarily in the
mirror.  She slipped loose the first button of the jacket and then the
second.  As the buttons opened, her silky, slightly transparent blouse
gleamed in the light and I could see just the hint of lace of the bra
supporting her lovely, heavy looking breasts.   She dropped the jacket
behind her and unbuttoned first the left and then the right sleeve of
her blouse.  The ruffled cuffs hung open, giving an erotic look even
to this simple gesture.  Their loose gaping shape now promised more
delights to come as dropping clothing yielded the delights I yearned
for now.

Jenny unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse and let it hang open,
exposing her lacy lingerie.  She turned toward me, looking straight at
me, a little smile on her full lips.  She wore a bra with lace covered
cups.  I could see her nipples through the light fabric.  It was
really a pretty sight.  The nylon of the bra clung to her breasts in a
way that made it seem part of her, yet it was clearly supporting these
beautiful rounded breasts.  The band below the bra cups tightly
dimpled the flesh around her body.  She slowly let the blouse slip
from her shoulders and then dropped it on the chair nearby.   She bent
over, facing me, to pick up the jacket and giving me a view of her
cleavage.  It is hard to describe the sensuality of looking into this
warm cleft formed by the bra pressing and lifting her tits, it is at
once welcoming, and so incredibly soft looking, that it makes a man's
throat dry and his breath come in short bursts.  Beautiful.  Too weak
a word!

I watched her graceful position as both hands reached to unzip the
zipper at the back of the skirt.  The candlelight played with her
breasts as they pushed up, straining to escape the control of the bra
cups.  She dropped the skirt with one hand and raised her right leg
out of its circle.  Her garter belt suspenders, held taught down the
lovely curve of her thigh, straining to hold onto the dark band
contrasting so beautifully against the color of her stocking added to
the sensual line of her thigh.

The top band of her stockings dropped lower as it wound around on her
inner thighs.  I drank in the wonderfully contrasting sight of these
two bands there so near the apex of her body.  Her panties were very
light colored or white and were so thin that the curls swirling around
her pubic mound were proudly displayed.  The subtly darker patch of
hair thinned out to nothing and let the silkiness of her panties
complete the framing of her beauty.  My cock was throbbing, as my hand
moved to release it from my trousers.

Jenny turned away from me and bent from the waist to pick up her
skirt, giving me a view of her panty-covered tush.  The panty did not
obscure the cleft of her ass cheeks and the doubled crotch material
hid the treasure of her pussy behind a wetness born of her excitement.
She went to her bed, threw back the covers, and lay down, staring up
at the ceiling.  She still wore her stockings, panties, bra and shoes,
knowing this would heighten my pleasure.  It was a scene out of Romeo
and Juliet!  The candlelight made it complete as their light flickered
against the walls.

I went downstairs and found a glass of brandy.  The burning sensation
of the liquid was delicious in my throat; I turned on the classical FM
station and turned it just loud enough to drift upstairs.  Returning
upstairs, I went to the guestroom and removed my clothes.  I sat in
the darkness, sipping my brandy and rubbing my cock in anticipation of
my trip down the hall to my waiting Juliet.

The strains of the Overture from Mozart's "Marriage of Figaro" drifted
up the stairs.  The flickering light of the candles penetrated down
the hall somewhat.  I walked nude down the hallway, remembering the
painful excitement with which I had done this so many years ago.  The
excitement choking me then was both sexual and the fear of being
caught in the act!   This time it was entirely sexual.  My heart was
pounding at the thought of what lay ahead.

I found myself standing at Jenny's bedside, my cock now hugely
engorged, standing straight out from my body.  Her bra was a thing of
beauty, a gossamer cover to her beauty.  Its cups clung to her breasts
like a second skin.  I longed to lick her nipples through the nylon.
Her panties matched the bra, mostly see-through with just a hint of
lace to obscure my view of her pretty pussy.  She had put on her
panties over the garter belt, so that its straps slightly tented the
elastic at the legs as they reached out for her taut nylons.  She
moved her right leg a little into a slight angle, emphasizing the
mound of her pussy under her panties.

As I touched her breast, Jenny moaned slightly as if waking from a
deep sleep.  The nipple leapt into my hand and I bent to nuzzle it
with my lips and nose.  Her perfume combined with her own scent
delightfully as it rose like a warm fog from the cleavage between her
lovely breasts.  My lips traced a path across the twin mounds and then
back to the sleek nylon of the bra, pausing at the summit of each
mound to kiss her nipples.  My tongue found her nipples through the
bra.  Now the moisture from my tongue made the bra cling and emphasize
the darkness of her nipples as they stood out from her breasts.


I moved down the center of her body, my tongue slipping into her belly
button moistly and then trailing down to the band of her panties.  I
paused to enjoy the feel of her panties against my lips and kissed her
tummy.  My right hand now touched her pussy for the first time,
teasing the fullness made under her panties by her curly patch of
hair.  As my hand cupped her entire mound, I heard her sigh and then a
sharp uptake of her breath as my fingertips touched the moistness
between her cunt lips.

My middle finger insinuated itself along the deep valley between her
pussy lips, warmly fondling her clit.  My left hand remained on her
breast squeezing it gently and then capturing her nipple between my
thumb and palm of my hand.  My lips continued to roam across her
nyloned tummy.  Jenny squirmed under my adoring hands and moaned
softly. "mmmmnn."

My hand moved away from her pussy reluctantly to fondle the nylon of
her thigh.  I moved from her knee along the silkiness of the nylons
(Must be Hanes, I thought).  As my hand slipped off the nylon and onto
the bareness above the dark band of her stockings, it found the
moistness between her legs again.  I pressed firmly and took her
nipple into my mouth, feeling the coolness of the wet nylon covering
her breast.

Jenny spread her thighs with a sigh and I moved between her open legs.
Kneeling on the bed,  I lifted her knees and trailed my cheek down her
thighs to her waiting pussy.  The scent of her cunt welcomed me.  I
put my lips against the smooth tightness of her panties stretched over
her pussy.

"Oh yes, " I heard her say, "Yes, please,"  her hand touched my head
urging me into her pussy.  The scent of her was delightfully
intoxicating.  I pressed my lips tight into the hollow formed between
her thighs and then the  flat area between her legs.  My mouth and
tongue began to seek her lips down here.  The moistness of her began
to spread all around by mouth and cheeks.  Jenny squirmed beneath me,
driving her cunt up into my face and moving in little circles against
me.  I lay flat on the bed, my cock finding it's own way out of the
way against my stomach.  I could now reach her breasts with both hands
as my mouth continued to favor her cuntal lips under her very wet
panties.

"Oh, more, Bro, more, you are ..........just ..... Wonderful" she
whispered, rather hoarsely.  The light flickered and I could see her
raise her head to look down at me there between her thighs.  My finger
slipped the elastic of her panties aside and I slipped my tongue into
the wetness and warmth of her cunt.  It circled her clit, there at the
top of the wet and deep trench of her pussy.  I sucked it into my
mouth, holding it there for my tongue to taste and tease.  My tongue
found the entrance of her tunnel and slipped deep inside.  I added my
finger to the party and played with her wet hot cunt, drinking in the
wetness and the scent of her.


Moving back to enjoy her nylon legs against my cheek, I slipped my
finger into her cunt and then rubbed her clit between that finger and
my thumb.  This drew an appreciative moan and sigh as Jenny clamped my
head between her thighs.

"Oh, that is so ....so... nice, ......I ......ahhh...mmmnh, oh
my......I don't know what.... - to say."   "Now, now, please!"

I could wait no longer.  My cock was near bursting.  I parted her legs
and, holding the elastic of her panties aside, I moved the tip of my
cock against the wonderful wetness of her pussy slit. I moved the
glans around her clit several times and then down through the hot
wetness between the lips of her pussy.  Jenny thrust to meet my cock
and it slipped quickly into her tunnel.

"Yessss" she screamed.  The hotness surrounding my cock head was an
excruciating pleasure.  My cock explored the folds and furrows of the
inside walls of her cunt.  The head of my cock felt wonderful and
bared to the searing heat of her hot juices.  The tight entry had
pulled back the foreskin of my cock, exposing the sensitive skin
underneath to enjoy the hot juices of her pussy.   I thought once more
that being uncircumcised was a blessing in disguise.  The sensitive
flesh of my cock head explored every sensation there along the walls
of her cunt.

"Yes, Yes, more, give me more of that big hard cock.  OHHH, you're
splitting me apart.    Give me that big black cock!"  she urged.
"Give it to me, shove it in, shove that big black thing in my hot
cunt, baby.    Come on, now, now, now, shove it in, harder, harder!
Oh that's it!!!!!!"

"Oh, my,  you feel so good, Jenny."  I said urgently, punctuated by my
deep thrusts.

"You, too," she managed to get out as she met each of my thrusts with
one of her own.

I raised her legs so that her knees were over my shoulders.  My cock
could now reach its maximum depth.  It felt wonderful.

"UMM, more.  You are so..... big.    Mnnph.    My dear brother, so
.....big and deep.   Ohhhh,  ....."  My sperm erupted into her as she
cried out her orgasm.

We rested there, tangled in each other's arms.  

Jenny stirred.  Touching my now limp cock, she giggled  " Do you think
there is anything I can do to work this back up again?   I kissed her
lips, tasting the remaining lipstick;  "I don't think so, do you?"

She slipped out of her panties, now so soaked with both our juices,
and handed them to me.  Slipping my weakened member between her legs,
she urged its semi-softness into her cunt.

"I'd like to leave it there, then until morning!   Good night, sweet
prince."

"Even if it's not black,"  I reminded her?

"Er,    oops, I guess I did say that, didn't I.  What's that about a
dream being a wish your heart makes?  Sorry about that," she giggled.

"G' night," I sighed, feeling more incredibly satisfied than I could
remember ever before.

End of Chapter Three.  James Bellamy

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