Chapter 6
Meanwhile it was back to the shower. Chrissy freshened up, put on a decent and demure black dress, and sat around the apartment feeling bored as hell. She'd be so glad when the mourning period was over and she could act the way she really felt-hot and horny and ready for living.
She strolled over to the buffet and took Art's photo out of the drawer, where she'd stowed it while making love with Matt. She carried the big frame over to the couch and sat looking at her late husband. This was a photo taken to impress his business clients, showing him as dignified and stern.
Chrissy sighed and spoke to the portrait.
"Art, honey, I know I'm not behaving myself very well," she said, "but I kinda think you understand. I mean, you know how hot-blooded I am, and you know I didn't even look at another guy for five years, while you were sick. So could you forgive me?"
Art just went on looking stern. Chrissy was about to try again to explain things to him, or rather to his photo, when the doorbell rang. She set the frame down on the coffee table and went to the door. There was Art's younger brother, Bernie Cole, who lived in nearby New Jersey.
"Chrissy, honey, I'm so sorry!" Bernie exclaimed, pulling her into a bear hug. "I got here as soon as I could. You must feel awful."
While he squeezed her so tight that every inch of their bodies touched, Chrissy stared over his shoulder in wonder. Bernie had never shown her this much sympathy or interest before. In fact he'd treated her like another household appliance in his brother's condo. So how come he was being so nice all of a sudden?
"Thank you, Bernie," she said, wriggling out of his grasp. "Won't you come in?"
"Sure, sure," he said, barging past her into the apartment, "I can take an hour off work."
Bernie was a stockier, shorter version of Art, not as attractive, and he didn't have Art's smooth personality, either. Bernie was openly hungry-for money, women, and any other good thing he could grab. Now he was pacing around the living room eyeing the furniture and the decorations.
Suddenly Chrissy got the picture.
"I've seen the will, Bernie," she said, "and Art didn't leave you anything. He left it all to me."
"Shit," Bernie muttered, "and I took an hour off work to find that out." Then he managed to pull himself together, pasting a smile on his face as he turned to Chrissy. "Well, them's the breaks," he said. "Guess I'll be going. Oh, if you need anything, let me know."
As a matter-of-fact, Chrissy needed something that very moment. She'd had a fantastic love-making session with Matt, but her lust was still strong. She'd adore getting it on again. Her brother-in-law wasn't the most handsome guy she'd ever met, but he was powerfully built, and his strong hairy male body turned her on.
She knew Bernie had the hots for her. She'd always seen it in his eyes when Art wasn't looking. But he'd never have done anything to piss off his rich and successful brother, so he'd never put the make on Chrissy. Now things were different.
She walked over to Bernie and slipped her arms around his neck and rubbed her ripe young body suggestively against him.
"Oh, Bernie, it was so sweet of you to stop by," she cooed.
His eyes lit up, and he glanced down the low-cut front of her black dress and took in her big creamy tits.
"Uh, hey, no problem, honey," he said. "You want me to stay a little longer?"
"Oh, yes, I'd love that," Chrissy purred. "Would you like a drink, Bernie?"
"Sure, great, whatever you're having," he said, taking a seat on the couch.
Chrissy quickly brought the drinks, then sat down next to him, so close that their thighs rubbed. He kept gawking down the front of her dress. He obviously wasn't thinking about his fat little wife and three bratty kids. He was thinking about getting into his sister-in-law's pants.
"Gosh, Bernie, I'm so lonely since Art passed away," Chrissy said with an exaggerated coo.
"Yeah, I bet you are," he leered. "I guess it gets pretty lonely without a man in your bed, huh?"
He wasn't exactly acting cool, but he was the only male available at the moment.
"That's right, Bernie," Chrissy sighed, "I really do get lonely at night. Gosh, sometimes I toss and turn and I can hardly get to sleep."
"Horny, huh?" Bernie said eagerly.
Gosh, Bernie, you're so sophisticated, Chrissy thought. But she pasted a smile on her face and went on cooing at him, like she didn't understand what he was getting it.
"Maybe that's the reason I can't sleep," she chirped, "maybe I'm horny. Do you suppose that's it, Bernie?"
By now he was practically drooling down the front of her dress.
"I'm willing to bet that's it, honey," he said, "and I could help you out with it."
"You could?" Chrissy cooed. "How?"
"Well, we'd never mention this to my wife, of course, because she wouldn't understand," he said, "but I could give you some loving, and that'd solve your sleeping problems."
"Oh, Bernie, that's so generous of you!" Chrissy exclaimed. "Would you really do that? When?"
"How about right now?" he leered.
"Oh, wonderful!" Chrissy cried, bouncing to her feet, "Come on!"
She led the way to the bedroom, grinning wickedly. Bernie thought he'd tricked her into something, but he had another think coming.
In the bedroom, she started stripping, flinging her clothes carelessly in every direction, while he stood there and watched her, pop-eyed with lust. She watched the fly of his pants balloon into a big hard bulge.
"Bernie, aren't you gonna take off your clothes?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said hoarsely.
He started undressing, but he never took his eyes off his brother's fantastically built widow.
"Shit, it just wasn't fair," he sighed. "Art married a centerfold, and I married a potato. He sure got lucky."
"Well, gosh, Bernie," Chrissy taunted, "Marlene could have a nice body, too, if she just lost a little weight."
"Yeah," he sighed, "about five hundred pounds would do it."
He went on muttering, but Chrissy wasn't listening. She was watching him strip off his shorts, seeing his stiff cock snap free of its confinement and wag obscenely before him. She creamed hard, the molten juice running down her thighs.
Bernie might be an ass-hole in some ways, but his prick was big and hard, and he was ready. That was all Chrissy cared about right now. Naked, she slipped onto the bed and waited for him, and he soon joined her, his thick prick drooling big hot globs of cream that trickled down the blue-veined shaft.
"Oh, boy, I been waiting five years for this," he said, leering at her gorgeous big-titted body. "I never thought I'd get this lucky."
Chrissy smiled innocently as she spread her legs wide open and showed him the glistening rosy flesh of her pussy. He groaned, and his cock gave a lusty buck and drooled more thick cream. Then she folded back the golden fur of her bush and showed him the small hooded lump of her clit.
"Bernie, I'd just love it if you went down on me," she purred. "I love to be licked right here."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said.
He looked disappointed, just as she'd expected. He probably had in mind a quick fuck, getting his rocks off and dashing back to the office. Chrissy understood the way her brother-in-law's mind worked. But she was going to make him earn whatever pleasure he got from her, and she wasn't going to let him rush things.
He flopped on his belly between her legs, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her cunt. He wasn't especially good at it, the way Art had been, but it was good enough.
Chrissy lay back against a stack of pillows and gurgled with delight as his hot juicy tongue stimulated her clit.
He used the stiff tip of his tongue to tease the little button, rimming and flicking it, no doubt hoping to make her so horny that she'd beg him to fuck her. Well, she was going to surprise him. He was going to have to earn that fuck. She shoved her pussy closer to his face.
"Faster, Bernie," she panted, "lick it real fast!"
He sighed impatiently and swirled his stiff tongue-tip faster around her super-sensitive clit. That felt really exciting, and she squealed with delight and creamed heavily soaking his hot tongue with the tangy liquid. She'd always adored having her clit tongued.
"Ooooooh, yeah, that's great, Bernie!" she cried.
He raised his flushed face and asked hopefully: "Wanta fuck?"
"Not now, honey," Chrissy said innocently, "This feels so good. What's your rush?"
He got the message at last. If he tried to rush her, he wasn't going to get laid. Sighing, he went back to tonguing her throbbing joy button, and she gurgled and squealed with pleasure, molten pussy cream overflowing her cunt and dribbling down over the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmmm, yessss! Terrific!" she moaned.
Bernie's juicy pointed tongue-tip raced around and around the pulsating shaft of her clit, giving her a steady buzz of pleasure and making her cream non-stop. She could have taken hours of that delicious tonguing, but she also wanted to come. In fact if she didn't get off pretty soon, she'd go nuts.
"Suck it now, Bernie," she moaned, "suck my clit and get me off."
There was a grumble or two, but he did it. He knew who was in the driver's seat. He could either do things Chrissy's way or he could forget about fucking her. He caught her throbbing joy button between his lips and started sucking it. She almost flew off the bed.
"Shit, yesssss!" she hissed. "Suck me good and hard, honey, do it till I come!"
She heard a lusty moan from Bernie as she creamed all over his face. Her obvious horniness was driving him wild. No doubt he was wishing she'd ask for his cock instead of his lips, but Chrissy just kept grooving on his sucking, her pretty face contorted with lust, her cream coming out in hot steady spurts.
"More!" she wailed. "Faster!"
Bernie started sucking her clit with lightning speed, making an obscene wet slurping noise that filled the big bedroom. It was punctuated with Chrissy's shrill cries of ecstasy as he sucked her closer and closer to orgasm. She soaked his face with her gushing cunt juice.
"Unnnnhhh, yeah! I'm almost there!" she moaned. "Keep sucking me hard!"
She arched her body and greedily shoved her clit harder against his sucking lips. She felt the hot orgasm blasting out from the base of her joy button, and her whole body began to convulse. Bernie couldn't keep his lips on target, she was writhing so hard, and he rose to his knees to watch her.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm coming, ohhhhh!" Chrissy howled, her big tits shaking like jelly as she convulsed and rolled around.
Bernie groaned. His cock was hard as steel, so stiff that it hugged his belly. It was drooling thick rivers of cream. His balls felt ready to explode as he watched his brother's lusty young widow coming. He eyed the cream-spurting mouth of her cunt and shivered with horniness.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, Pm coming so good!" Chrissy sobbed.
At last she stopped convulsing and opened her eyes. She found Bernie kneeling between her legs and leering expectantly at her. His cock looked so swollen, she thought it would burst. He was obviously dying to stick it into her. Well, too bad.
"Mmmmmm, Bernie, you're a fantastic pussy-eater!" she sighed. "You know what I'd just love? I'd go crazy if you stuck your tongue in my cunt and fucked me with it. Art used to do that, and I liked it better than anything."
Bernie groaned and lay down between her thighs again. He wasn't as dense as she'd thought. He knew exactly what was going on now. There were certain things he had to do before his brother's wife would fuck him. For one thing, he had to prove himself as good a pussy-eater as his brother.
"Ohhhh, God, yesss!" Chrissy moaned as he crammed his tongue into her horny little cunt.
She bent her legs and opened them wide, taking his thick tongue as deep as she could get it. She adored being tongue-fucked. It was just about her favorite way to make love. She creamed all over his face as she took his tongue clear to the root in her steamy velvet-lined pussy.
"Yeah, do it to me, honey! Fuck me with that big ol' tongue!" she moaned.
Bernie moaned back at her as he felt the inside of her cunt with his tongue. Her pussy was deliriously tight and hot and juicy in there, the perfect sheath for his cock. But before he could get his cock into her, he had to prove his talent with his tongue. He started slamming it in and out of her creaming cunt, and she gurgled in ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, fuck it to me, Bernie! Eat me out, honey!" the horny young widow wailed.
Legs spread wantonly wide, face twisted with pleasure, Chrissy lay there and let her brother-in-law piston his long stiff tongue in her cunt. She luxuriated in the delicious sensations, she gorged herself on them. Nothing could feel this good, she was sure of it. Bernie plowed his tongue faster and faster in her seething twat, and she rocketed towards yet another climax.
"Yeah, stick it in me deep, baby! Make me come!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, Bernie! That feels so fuckin' good!"
More horny groans from Bernie. Chrissy knew she was driving him out of his mind with lust, but that was part of her plan. She never had liked his greediness or his superior way of treating her. Now he'd just have to be nice to her, patient with her, or he wouldn't get what he craved.
Since the day she married his brother, Bernie had wanted into her pants. His goal was in sight now, but he was going to have to work for it. He pistoned his throbbing wet tongue harder and harder in her cunt, and she arched up to take it to her sizzling depths.
As his tongue speared deep into the molten pulp of her pussy-hole, Chrissy felt the first hot stab of orgasm. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy as the delicious convulsions rocked her body. Her spurting cunt juices soaked Bernie's face, and once again he couldn't stay on target, she was writhing and bucking so hard.
"Ahhhhhh, God, yessss, ahhhhh!" she wailed.
When she finally stopped coming, she found Bernie kneeling between her legs, his cock about to explode. He couldn't contain his lust a second longer.
"Come on, baby, please let me fuck you!" he begged hoarsely.
"Oh, did you wanta fuck, Bernie?" Chrissy cooed innocently. "Sure, go ahead."
He groaned and threw himself onto her, frantically jerking his rock-hard boner around till it crammed her twat. She shoved her hips upward to take it, soaking his meat with hot blasts of cunt juice. He plowed to her womb and started fucking her like a jackhammer.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, fuck, aaahhhh!" he groaned.
"Yeah, fuck it to me, Bernie!" she moaned, clawing his shoulders. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
He hammered it to her, fucking her harder than she'd ever been fucked in her life, and she greedily rubbed her clit against his jerking shaft. The red-hot friction on her clit and in her cunt made her start coming in seconds. Unfortunately for Bernie, he was coming, too.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" he roared.
"Oooooo, unnnhhhh, ooooo!" Chrissy howled, her cunt sucking the thick hot jizz from his balls.
Poor Bernie. By the time he got to fuck her, he'd been so aroused that he'd only lasted a few seconds. He looked kind of disgusted with himself as he pulled his soaked boner from her smoking twat and slipped off the bed to find his clothes.
"Sorry to run, honey, but I gotta get back to the office," he said gruffly.
"Oh, that's okay, Bernie," Chrissy said with a big smile. "You've been a real big help. I should be able to sleep now. Will you be at the funeral tomorrow?"
Bernie sighed. "Yeah, I guess there's no getting out of it. I hate to take more time off work, but I can't miss my own brother's funeral."
"That's very big of you, Bernie," Chrissy said. "See you then."