Chapter 6
"You okay, Maggie," she heard out of the foggy distances of her sleep. "Maggie," John said. She could feel him shaking her shoulder gently. "Maggie, honey, it's John."
"What?" She sat up startled.
"You must have fallen asleep."
She rubbed her eyes and looked up to see the sun sliding down the pale blue sky. "God, I guess so. What time is it?"
"About four or so."
"God! Over five hours." She shook her head and looked up at the sun as if to make sure.
"Lucky you were over here under the cabana. You would have fried out there, Maggie." He rubbed her smooth shoulder affectionately.
"Hey," he continued, "why don't I start up the hot tub? That will put you in the pink in no time."
She saw for the first time that he was still in his clothes from the office, his coat draped over his shoulder like in an old French movie. He walked over and switched on the tub. "In no time she'll be ready."
"Thanks, John, but it really isn't necessary. I feel fine. I jut got tired from doing laps."
"No sweat," he said. "I could use a round in the tub myself. Great for tension relief."
In a few minutes Maggie was soaking in the tub, a powerful jet shooting up between her legs, her body buoyant in the bubbling, hot water.
"I think I'll just join you, if you don't mind," John said, and began stripping off his tie.
Maggie expected him to walk toward the house, but he stood there taking off his shirt and draping it over the lounge she had been lying in. His chest and shoulders, arms and belly suggested a man in his late twenties rather than in his middle forties. The jet between Maggie's legs seemed to have taken on an intensity she hadn't noticed before.
She watched as John pulled off his trousers and laid them down. She couldn't believe it. Just when she thought things were going to settle down, here her brother-in-law was about to upset her life again. He stripped out of his white shorts and stood there before her, his great cock hanging limp.
"Christ," Maggie muttered into the surface of the water and sunk up to her ears. She had never seen a prick so long or so thick. She could remember seeing it hard, but now she was much closer.
"Room in there for me?" he asked, climbing up the ladder.
"Sure, anytime," and she wondered if he had caught the full intent of her words.
"Aaaaaah, that feels good. I love the hot tub. Tracy and Kevin don't use it much, but I like to come home after a hard day and soak."
She felt his legs against hers as he stretched out in the water. His legs were muscular and they rubbed her skin raw and burning where they touched her. She didn't move them, though, rather soaked up the intense heat that they produced, much hotter than the water that bubbled and gurgled around them.
"You'd feel much better without that bathing suit on, I can tell you. It feels a world of difference. Here, let me do it for you."
He reached over and without her saying a word began to untie the bow at the back of her neck. Her top fell and floated lazily on the surface while he worked behind her back with the clasp. He found it and the top floated free.
"You have nice tits, Maggie. Not like Tracy's at all, but nice just the same. Stand up so I can see them better."
She sat there glued to the redwood bench. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to show him her tits, she would have really kind of liked to, it was just that she didn't seem to have the energy to do it.
"Come, come, I won't bite them. Promise." Smiling at her, he reached out and put a hand under each arm and raised her up slightly out of the bubbling water.
Her large, cone-shaped tits reflected off the water. His hands cupped them and bounced them up and down, set them to jiggling on their own. But they were so firm that they quickly returned to their full heavy cones, nipple capped and quivering.
Standing up to help her out of the water, he displayed the enormity of his cock through the bubbling water. It floated up to the top, propelled by the water's jets.
"John, I ... I ... oh, never mind." She sat back down and so did he, but his legs were around hers and she could see his cock moving in the water. It was almost within reach and she was tempted to reach out and take it. Surely he was offering it to her, wasn't he? Hell, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. She clasped her hands and stuck them down between her legs.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Something, surely." He began rubbing his legs along hers. In the wavering water she thought she could see his cock growing, swelling, stiffening up through the broiling waters.
"I just feel a little funny here with you. You know, naked, and all. Like Tracy should be here, or something."
"Don't worry about Tracy, she doesn't like the tub, and she doesn't mind you using it, I know." He was smiling in such a way that he was deliberately misunderstanding her concern.
Rather than try again, she shrugged her shoulders and sat there in the stimulating heat.
"Don't you think it's time you got those bottoms off? That's where it really feels good."
It was her own hands that reached down and shucked off her bottoms. He fished them out of the water and tossed the flimsy material out of the tub. She settled back into the water and felt the jet in an entirely different way. Her eyes widened as she felt the water pummel her pussy with its hard jet. She knew that if she tried she could come right there.
"Go on," he said, a sly smile spreading over his ruggedly handsome face.
"Huh?" She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Go on and do it. You can, you know."
"Do what?" She thought she knew, but she didn't want to be mistaken.
"Bring yourself off on the jet. It works, believe me. I can even bring myself off that way, so think how much easier it is for you."
He reached out and touched her shoulder, slid his hand down into the water and cupped her tit.
"Go on, Maggie, it's okay. Tracy does it when she is in here."
She lowered herself over the jet and let the stream of water pound directly into her cunt. It was almost like a solid rod of water that fucked up into her cunt, opening her pussy mouth and bubbling right up her fuck hole.
"Ooooooh," she said a surprised look on her face.
"What'd I tell you," he said, reaching out and taking her other tit.
"God!" she cried suddenly, her body shuddering.
"What? You okay." He looked concerned. "Shit, yes, it just feels so good. But I feel ..."
"Forget, forget it all but the feeling in your pussy, Maggie, get down and get fucked." He laughed at that. "Fucked by the water prick." "Aaaaaah, John, it does feel so good. I didn't know something like this could . . . could fuck you." She smiled at him. "Thank you for telling me."
She closed her eyes and rode the watery prick that fucked up into her vibrating pussy, fucked wilder than any living cock she had ever had.
John's hands worked on her tits, massaging them, kneading them, twisting their nipples until Maggie's invisible string twanged taut in her cunt.
"The firmest knockers I've ever felt, Maggie. Great tits honey. Let me suck them, I want to suck them so bad." He knelt down in the tub with the water up to his chin and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. The sensation almost drove Maggie crazy. The tautness tugged at her pussy, combined with the wild fucking the jet was giving her cunt, made her teeter on the edge of her come.
"John ... oh, John . . . I," But his broad smile told her that he already know what was happening. He twisted the hard nipples of her tits more vigorously.
"Ride it, Maggie, ride that great watery prick. Let it fuck you, honey. Fuck all the way up your pussy. Ream out your cunt, baby, just like brother John's cock is gonna do in just a minute. Fuck it, baby, fuck it like crazy."
"Yes, talk to me, John, bring me off with your words, lover, fuck me with your words," she said, reaching out and taking his shoulders and positioning herself over the jet so that its power focused upon her enraged clit.
"Ooooh! Oooooh, god. Fuck, baby, fuck." Her pussy erupted in the broiling tub and sent satiny ripples racing throughout her body, and had she not been clutching John's shoulders so tightly, she would have slipped beneath the surface of the water and finished her cum in depths of the hot tub.
Her whole body trembled as he eased her back against the wall of the tub. "Some fuck, huh, baby?"
"Jesus, John, weirdest fuck ever." Her body glowed with the last tingling sensations that pulsed up from her cunt.
"Hey," he said as she slumped down in the tub, "wait a minute; you may be done, but I haven't even gotten started yet. He stood up out of the water and his cock reared up all purple and red, heated by the water to a rosy and wild-eagerness.
"Oh, my god!" she cried. Her eyes flashed open and her heart skipped a beat. "My god," she mumbled to herself again. It was the greatest cock she had ever seen, longest, thickest, most in every category she could imagine.
Her hand reached out to touch the swollen knob and she gently squeezed it, the blood pressure heavy against her thumb and finger. She could feel the steady pulse of the great cock.
"I don't think you'll ever get that thing up me," she said. "Do you want it up you?"
"Oh, Christ, yes, I want it to fuck me and never stop fucking me. But-" "Hell, you'll see. Pussies are elastic things, Maggie, you'll see."
Her hand had fallen to the center of his long, prick and closed around its breadth. She began to jack off the skin around the thick shaft, jerking him off lazily, thinking about the size of it all, the whole thing up her burning cunt. She shuddered.
The tip stuck up out of the water and she watched a clear liquid bead of semen form in his pee slit. She quickly bent to lick it off. Her lips strayed and kissed at the velvety head. Her mouth automatically opened to engulf the throbbing head.
"Oh, no, you don't. You can suck it all you want later, Maggie. Right now it wants inside that tight cunt of yours."
"Shit! It is big enough that it can go just about any where it wants to, John." She pushed him back against the wall of the hot tub and he sat down on the bench. She moved over to him and rose above his glaring cock. She shook her head and looked doubtful.
"Go on, honey, you'll see. Once you get my prick inside you you'll beg to be fucked forever."
"If I get it inside me."
She lowered herself onto the head, and it quickly lodged in the mouth of her cunt. "Shit!" She began to rotate on the stiff shaft of his cock, turned from side to side, and worked herself onto the thickness of his prick.
"Jesus, that's it, Maggie, keep going, you'll make it." His own hand held the rigid staff and worked it around in the yawning cunt. He moved it in tight circles and as she twisted her ass around she could feel the cock head inch up into her pussy. "God!" It was going to fit, it was, after all. She began to twist more rapidly, grinding her pussy onto his cock.
"My god, baby, careful or I'll cum right now." The pressure against her cunt was immense, and she, too, felt as though she might come if she didn't ease up.
"I can't get enough of it, John, not enough." She lowered herself slowly, gently, easing the prick head up her slick cunt. She could feel the flesh spread, stretch, expand until she thought surely she would rip apart, but still the meaty head pushed up into her hot cunt.
"Oh, honey, I think you'll get enough, more than enough, maybe," and she began to wonder if he wasn't right.
The farther up her cunt the monster cock climbed, the greater the pressure as it spread her pussy to the ripping point-beyond? "Ooooooh!" she cried, but she bit her lip and cut off the scream, determined to take the whole length and breadth of his cock or die trying.
"Shit, baby, your cunt it so tight, tightest cunt I've ever had. I don't believe this. God, I don't believe it."
"Your cock is the biggest, John, so big." She began to fuck up and down on his cock, and the more she did, the more it slid up into her screaming pussy with each thrust.
"That's it, Maggie, fuck that big son of a bitch, fuck the daylights out of him." He reached around and grabbed her ass. He controlled the tempo of her fucking and guided her movements with the twin levers of her ass. She could feel his hands pulling her cheeks apart, and the ripping sensation seemed to spread from her pussy all around her ass and up her back. Shit! would he really split her open?
"Fuck me, honey, yeah, fuck me ..." he chanted, working her up and down on his cock faster. The faster he worked her, the deeper his cock slipped up her cunt.
"Aaaaaaah," she sighed, pain and pleasure mingling in a strange mixture. She, too, had begun to move more rapidly.
"Now you're doing it, Maggie. Now you're fucking." He worked her ass up and down wildly. "Yeaaaaaaah," he sighed into her damp ear.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" she cried in a startled tone, for his cock had shot up into her cunt to the very end of her soft lining, blunt head battering the rear of her fuck hole like a ram.
"See, oh see, Maggie, I told you, baby, fuck me." He rammed his cock up at her now, lifting off the bench, fucking her instead of letting her fuck him.
She felt the powerful cock ream her out, smooth out every wrinkle in her cunt walls as it spread her pussy wider than she had ever dreamed it could be spread. "Aaaaah, fuck me, honey, fuck me," she sang into his ear, forgetting that he was her brother-in-law, forgetting that Tracy would not understand, couldn't understand, forgetting everything but the power of the hot cock that plowed into her screaming cunt.
"Do it, John, do it," she cried, riding the monster prick, balancing upon it like a tightrope walker dangerously near her come.
"I'm doing it, baby, don't you feel it, how we're doing it." "Fuck my hot cunt, cream in my aching pussy, lover, fill me with your hot come."
"I'm gonna pump a gallon up your fuck hole, baby."
"Yes, do it, fill me, I'm so full of your cock already, but fill me with your cum. I want your cum in me. God, I can't get enough. I want all of you." She fucked harder up and down his cock, fucked like she had never fucked before.
"Close, honey, come close," he mumbled into her wet ear.
"Yeah, babe, come for Maggie." She fucked against him as hard as she knew how, twisting her pussy around his cock with every ounce of strength she possessed.
"Ooooooh! Jesus! Motherfucker!" His head rolled around as if unhinged from his shoulders. He seemed to use her whole body to jack up and down on his enraged cock, the intensity so great that Maggie's brain seemed to fade like a light bulb about to blow.
"John, oh, John, I can't ... I don't think ..." Her head spun and she clutched at her neck and shoulders to keep herself from disappearing, she felt so light and airy.
She felt the first hot spurts of his cum shooting up her inflamed pussy, splashing against cunt walls with scalding pleasure that triggered her own come.
"Aaaaghhh," she moaned against him.
He pumped into her even more wildly than he had before, sending her clear up out of the water at the height of his thrust, water rushing over the edge of the hot tub and splashing on the concrete below.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned into his flesh as she bit at his shoulder in an attempt to keep mounted on his bucking prick.
The spasms ripped her, tore through her like nothing she had experienced before. As the charges began to fade, she felt her cunt relax around his cock and her body slide down it, impaled upon the instrument of the most intense pleasure she had ever known.
"John, oh John," she whispered happily.