Chapter 9
Grant jammed his gun into the holster he wore underneath his jacket and buttoned his coat against the chill of the October morning.
"See you tonight," he growled at Barbara, and left the house without kissing her.
He hadn't kissed her since the other evening, when she had seized his cock in her mouth. He'd hardly said more than five or six words to her at a time.
Barbara sighed and shut the door after him. She leaned against it, thinking about Tony. He hadn't called her since they'd had their tempestuous meeting the day before, but she realized he had a problem on his hands in convincing his wife that she couldn't extort money from Joan. He would call today, she fervently hoped.
She experienced over and over, in her mind, the marvelous excitement of his hands on her quivering body ... his lips sucking her breasts ... and his powerful, big prick driving into her. Never mind that it had happened awkwardly in her car, with her head hanging out the window. She would have enjoyed fucking Tony at any time or place. He was her man!
She returned to the kitchen and cleared the breakfast dishes from the table. She was about to pour herself a second cup of coffee when the door chimes rang.
Puzzled as to who would be dropping by to see her at such an early hour, she walked to the front door and opened it.
Howie stood on the doorstep, grinning.
"What do you want?" Barbara snapped.
"Hey now, that's no way to talk to your boyfriend," he said, and pushed the door open wider. He sidled into the house.
"You're not my boyfriend!" Barbara exclaimed, her cheeks turning rosy. "You're my sister's husband, and if you don't get out of here this minute I'm going to call her."
"Bullshit," he said.
"Howie ... just because I lost my mind the other day and did something shameful, that doesn't mean you have the right to...."
He pulled her against him, causing her soft, springy breasts to spread as they smacked against his chest. His hard lips ground against her mouth, forcing her lips apart. He tongued her.
Barbara was dismayed. She tried to push her brother-in-law away, but he proved stronger than his slight stature would have led her to believe, and he continued to hold her in a vise-like grip as he raped her mouth with his wicked tongue.
She squirmed against him, unconsciously teasing his genitals with her writhing belly, and he pulled up the back of her wide, floral-printed skirt. He clutched one of her meaty buttocks through her nylon panties.
An unwanted thrill shot through her.
She resisted all the stronger and finally tore herself from Howie's clutches, her skirt dropping back over her bottom and thighs.
"How dare you!" she exclaimed furiously.
He was breathing hard, and a hump had risen at the front of his pants. "I thought I'd make things easy for you, Barbie, and drop over here so you wouldn't have to drive to the station. But now you're gonna make me fight for what we both want, huh? Well, I don't mind doing that. A little exercise is good on a cool morning."
Barbara backed up fearfully. "Y-you just go away!" she said.
Howie pursued her until her back was to the living room wall. He kept a little grin on his face, but his eyes were sharp and determined.
He reached out suddenly and grasped the neckline of her white blouse. As Barbara let out a squeal, he yanked, popping the buttons off the garment. Its edges flew apart, exposing her brassiere with creamy flesh quivering above the cups.
"Howie!" she cried. "You can't dooooo this!"
"Watch me," he said with the confidence of a male who knew he had cornered a vulnerable prey.
Crowding Barbara against the wall, he grasped the center of her flimsy brassiere. She squirmed, striking at him, but he managed to break the bra as its strap bit painfully into her back. The cups flew away from her bobbing breasts. However, she was able to slide quickly along the wall and get free ... momentarily.
Her rounded tits bounced and quivered, sticking out between the flapping edges of her blouse as she ran from the room. Howie was right behind her. If she could just make it to the John, she thought, she would be able to lock him out. He wouldn't dare break the door, because that would have to be explained to Grant.
Just as Barbara reached the bathroom, Howie grasped her arm. He whipcracked her across the hall and into the bedroom. She lurched across the room, her titties jiggling, and fell face-forward on the bed.
Uttering a cry of triumph, as if the whole thing were just a game, Howie sprang onto the bed and jerked his sister-in-law's skirt up. She scrambled forward on her belly, her sumptuous ass vibrating in white silk briefs, and made it over the opposite edge of the mattress.
Howie caught a handful of her skirt and, as Barbara ran, the garment ripped away. She wore only her panties and a torn, flapping blouse and bra as she streaked to the door of the bedroom.
Her brother-in-law wasn't about to give up, after having gotten some teasing glimpses and feels of her body. He was right after her as she tried again to make it to the John. Glancing fearfully over her shoulder, she saw that he would grasp her if she slowed to duck into the bathroom, so she kept running toward the front of the house.
Her plump bottom quivered as it wiggled in her filmy pants.
The leg elastics of her panties had let the lower portions of her cheeky buttocks escape, and her curved asscrack showed hazily through the snow-white nylon.
Howie's hard-on hampered him as he ran, but he still managed to reach Barbara as she dashed through the living room. He jerked her about and sent her sprawling onto the sofa.
This time she couldn't get away, because she was unable to scramble over the back of the couch and there was a small table next to its arm. It was a simple matter for Howie to hold her down on her belly as he dropped to his knees next to the sofa.
Throwing his weight behind his left arm, which was planted against her back, he had his right hand free to use on Barbara's quivery, rounded bottom. She had the most spankable ass he had ever seen-and if ever a woman needed a spanking for leading him a merry chase, she was the one!
He brought the flat of his hand down stingingly against his sister-in-law's bouncy buttocks.
"OOOOOOH!" she cried, her voice following the sound of the slap.
Howie spanked her lush bottom again, making it jiggle wildly in her thin panties. She yelped even more whiningly this time. Howie slapped the seat of her silken pants again and again as his hard-on pushed against his clothes. She squirmed futilely, which caused her flimsy briefs to ride higher on her twisting, jiggly butt.
Finally Howie grasped the top of her pants and pulled them down, denuding the luscious pale hemispheres of her buttocks. Tucking the briefs into the creases beneath her asschecks, he spanked her delightful, bare rondures. This caused a much sharper, fleshier sound, and her buttocks jiggled more wildly than ever, now that they were nude.
Barbara felt humiliated to be spanked on her bare bottom. Excitement rose within her as well. She didn't know why the spanking should turn her on, but that's what it was doing.
She moaned and cooed as her punished bottom burned. Moisture broke through the velvet lips of her pussy and dampened her thighs, which were pressed together. Her clit stiffened in the soft flesh that hooded it.
She managed to twist just enough to reach the front of Howie's trousers, and she jerked his zipper down. He was thrilled, and he quit spanking her as she reached urgently in through his fly. She pulled out his short but excitingly stiff cock.
"Yeah, baby...!" he breathed lustfully, and moved sideways on his knees, bringing his middle closer to her head.
She rolled his loose, rubbery foreskin up and down on his prick, watching his rosy glans swell. Clear moisture was leaking from the slit of his organ, and it spread over his entire cockhead as she manipulated his foreskin. The gleaming glaze tempted her, as did the subtle musky aroma that drifted up to her nostrils.
Barbara knew she would have to take his cock in her mouth.
Woman-wise as he was, Howie knew it, also. He crawled closer and facilitated the act by grasping her around the back of the head. His stiff cock speared between her soft lips, its knobbish head lodging in her mound. She shut her eyes and sucked shamefully, licking the flavor from his juicy prick.
Howie looked down, watching her red lips gobble his cock, which he stroked gently in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his prickhead, giving him a marvelous thrill. Barbara had become quite adept at cocksucking since she had first tried it, only a short time ago.
The act, which she used to regard as perverted and filthy, satisfied a deep psychological need that she had. There would no longer have been any shame connected with it, except that she was doing it to her sister's husband-a man whom she didn't love, or didn't even like, and who had forced himself on her.
Still, she sucked and licked his thick cock that stroked between her stretched lips, its head rubbing her restless tongue. Her senses reeled, and she became hotter by the moment. She wanted Howie to fuck her.
She finally let his cock go, and it bobbed in springy stiffness.
"Oooooh, stick it innnn-to me!" she begged, her eyes rolling wantonly. "Shove it up my hot cunt."
Howie had something different in mind. Having admired her beautiful ass in the nude, and having felt its springy curves quivering against his hand as he spanked her, he had developed an irresistible lust to drive his prick into the forbidden aperture between her buttocks.
Joan had never let him fuck her that way, but he felt he had Barbara completely under his power. She wouldn't dare make a fuss that the neighbors could hear, lest the word get back to Grant and ruin her marriage.
Howie swung around, holding her on her belly, and pushed her thighs forward so that he could kneel on the sofa behind her. Barbara didn't mind getting a regulation screwing from the rear, having been taken that way by Tony the day before. She didn't resist her brother-in-law as he got into position. She even bent her back concavely, shoving her pretty ass higher.
Her damp, fur-lined cuntlips peeped out from between the tops of her pale thighs as Howie worked her panties out from under her knees and dragged them along her lower legs and off. But he didn't look at her pussy. The mysterious dimple between her buttocks, which he had not yet seen, attracted his lascivious interest.
He clutched Barbara's asscheeks and stretched the rubbery half-globes wide apart.
There it was-her delightful little asshole!
"Oooh, Howie, don't look at me there." she said in embarrassment, her anus shrinking shyly.
How tight the little nest of puckers looked! How snugly it would grasp his cock, Howie thought.
He moved closer, holding her buttcheeks apart with one hand, and clutched his wet-headed prick. He planted the tip of his organ directly against her crinkly depression.
Barbara gasped. "Howie, quit fooling around!" she said petulantly.
"Who's fooling?" he snapped back, and bared his teeth as he began grinding his saliva-coated cockhead against her resisting anus.
Barbara was shocked-then horrified.
Oh, my God! she thought. I CAN'T take his prick up there! It will hurt me!
"NOOOOOOOH!" she bawled, and commenced squirming.
But it was too late for her to avoid the sodomistic penetration. Howie had subdued her utterly, and his prick was in perfect position. The writhing of her lush ass only facilitated his gradual entry.
He pushed grindingly against the virgin orifice at her rear, and the clenched circular muscle was forced to expand. Burning pain enveloped Barbara's butt. She howled. Tears sprang to her eyes.
Howie was unrelenting. As he drove forward, the rosy mouth of her anus spread wider and wider until finally his cockhead popped inside. Groaning voluptuously, because of the super-tight grasp of her rubbery ring around his prick, he pushed harder. His cock sank deeply into his sister-in-law's hot, ravaged asshole.
"OOOOOOH ... GODDD!" she exclaimed, panting, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "I never ... felt anything like ... thaaaaat!"
"Good, huh?" Howie grated as he worked his cock deeper up her ass.
"NOOOOH!" she moaned. "OOOH, IT'S TERRIBLE!"
But Barbara had to admit to herself that it wasn't quite that bad, now that Howie had achieved the perverted penetration. Her anus still burned, and she felt unnaturally plugged, but there was a strange thrill about it which she couldn't deny.
She suffered as Howie began to stroke his cock in and out of her ass. She held her breath tensely. But with each stroke of his hard column through her anal gate, her guardian muscle relaxed more and her orifice became softer and more lubricated. The burning lessened, and she was left with the shocking sense of fullness that charged repeatedly up her butt, expanding her anus in rippling waves.
Howie's brain grew light as he fucked his sister-in-law's tightly clasping asshole. Her fleshy buttocks quivered each time his front smacked against them. He pulled them apart to watch her rosy anal flesh turn outward as he withdrew his dick, then fold inside once again as he speared his cock lustily up her rear.
He groaned with intense pleasure and fucked Barbara's hot ass harder.
Her brain began to float by that time, and she no longer was aware of any hurt-only the wonderful asshole-stretching penetrations of Howie's prick. His shaft, sticking up her butt, was like nothing she had ever imagined. She writhed and began to push her bottom backward against his horny thrusts.
This response stimulated him to fuck her ass even faster. His stiff prick fairly flew in and out of the clasping rosy circle of her anus.
"OOOOOOH, MY GOODNESS!" Barbara cried. "THAT'S ... THAT'S HEAVENLY! OOOH, YOUR PRICK FEELS SO GOOOOOD IN MY ASSHOLE! KEEP FUCKING ME THERE! STICK IT ALL THE WAY UP MY HOT ASS! OOOOOOOOH!"
The stimulation of her wanton words, added to the tight constriction of her asshole around his pumping prick, shattered Howie's resistance. His cock jerked in her clutching butt, and thick, warm cream spewed from it, spurting deep into Barbara's bowels.
The vigorous gushing, where she never had felt such a thing before, tripped her orgasmic switch. She came, bawling and jerking, her asshole rippling convulsively around her brother-in-law's deeply embedded dick.
He spurted more and more, until his balls were utterly drained. And Barbara felt intense satisfaction, even though her pussy hadn't been touched.
The satisfaction was purely physical, however. It wasn't like the gratification she had felt with Tony, or even with Grant before their marriage had turned sour. She hated Howie-all the more so now.
"Get that thing out of me!" she demanded, referring to his softening cock.
He backed up, his prick making a popping sound as it withdrew from her contracting asshole. She felt suddenly vacant where she had been stuffed, moments before. It was weird. Her anus remained a bit sore, but it was nothing that she couldn't live with.
The soreness in her soul was far worse. "Get out of this house," she told Howie, "and never come back again!"
His response was to laugh, and she knew shamefully that her demand was ridiculous. Howie would return whenever he felt like it, knowing that he had her under his control. He would take her any way he wanted-in her pussy, her mouth, or her ass-and there would be nothing she could do about it.
The situation seemed hopeless-as hopeless as her sister's involvement in blackmail, and as hopeless as her own marriage, in fact.
Perhaps there was hope, Barbara suddenly thought as Howie went to the bathroom to wash up. Perhaps all she had to do was act boldly and decisively. She knew what she wanted, and it was what Tony had let her know he wanted, too.
Perhaps she could bring it about if she just had the courage to do so....