Chapter 3
The evening had proved a disaster for the lovely but frustrated young wife, Marylynn, almost from the moment that she was left alone. She had been staring for some time into her iced tea glass with a moroseness she'd rarely experienced before, as if all of her sadness had suddenly taken shape this evening to bedevil her. The silence of the house was oppressive to her ears, its emptiness a sacrilege to her eyes, for though it was always thus during the week when Kathy was at school and Gordon was at work, it wasn't the same as being by herself on a Friday night. She slumped with the weight of the knowledge that she was without her daughter until she woke up tomorrow and her husband for most of the following week, and that made the house become a tomb to her, still as death itself and just as vacant.
She told herself to get a grip on her emotions, that moping around was bad and would only make matters worse, so in an attempt to divert herself, she went into the living room and turned on the television. While waiting for it to warm up, she prepared herself a gin-and-tonic, hoping that a little alcohol would help calm her.
There was nothing which interested her on the television, but she started at it in stony detachment, drinking her gin. When the drink was finished, she made another, and returned to her seat, but the sound of the TV was secondary to the mournful dirge of the crickets outside, and the shadows which stole over the house as evening turned into night. Her breathing was the loudest thing in her ears of all, a slow and constant thumping which grew stronger as she drained yet another glass of gin and went to make still another, pouring more gin into the glass and less tonic....
Time passed euphorically, and it wasn't until Marylynn finished the bottle and realized that she had consumed almost a full fifth of gin that she took stock of what was happening. The television was on, showing some kind of hilarious comedy routine on a singer's program which left Marylynn absolutely flat. The bottle was beside her on the table, and when she reached for it, she couldn't feel it because her fingers were numb and tingling. Her vision was nicely fuzzy, the comedy routine sometimes becoming two routines unless she concentrated on it very carefully.
She sat upright. Why, she was drunk! Without anything to eat since a hasty lunch, and her very maudlin attitude, she'd quietly drank all of the gin and gotten inebriated, something she could hardly recall as ever having been. She was very sparse with her drinking, and here she was, hardly able to stand, and to test her theory, she tried to stand and found that she teetered on wobbly legs and needed to hold onto the arm of the chair for support. Blinking rapidly and somewhat ashamed at herself, she staggered off in the direction of her bedroom, feeling very weary and tired, as liquor is apt to make a person when alone and sad....
She untied the cord of her bathrobe, let the slim garment fall to the floor, and then stumbled to the window totally naked, enjoying the way her body was so free and casual without the restraints of clothing. She giggled as she opened the window, thinking of what the neighbors would say if they could see her so brazenly nude like this, and glad there was a large fence around the yard for privacy. A little shiver of delight passed through her as she pictured all the frustrated husbands on either side of that fence bulging their eyeballs as they stared at her nakedness, their loins hard and wanting. And of their propositions, even though they knew she'd refuse-she'd never been unfaithful to Gordon, though flirting a bit now and then. She'd never allowed such games to get out of hand, and she had no intention of ever doing so, but it was nice to know that she could still arouse men on a basic, primitive level. Not that Gordon ever seemed to notice....
Piqued at the realization that she'd be sleeping alone again, she tottered back to the bed and fell on it, too hot and too drunk to think about climbing under the sheets. She stretched languidly out on the bed, releasing her pent-up muscles. Damn, damn, why did Gordon have to leave her tonight, especially when she was not sexually satisfied? She'd been so close, so damned close-and then he'd cum and lost all his interest in her. What kind of husband-of lover-was that? she asked herself.
"Hurry back, Darling," she moaned out loud. "Hurry up and come back home and make love to me...." She could have him make love to her from then to next Christmas, the way she felt at the moment, and she writhed on the bed, the very thought of how Gordon had taken her that afternoon, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard penis long and deep inside her vagina, exciting her. She cupped her breasts and looked over her body, examining her nipples as they slightly hardened from her touch. She moved up farther so that she could lean against the headrest of the bed and have a better look, and drunkenly, she tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It sent delightful feelings souring through her and as she stared down at the smooth white mounds jutting teasingly from her chest she was still more excited by the dreamy way she could imagine Gordon placing his hands on them instead of hers, caressing them and kissing them hotly with his lips and tongue ... With a low mewl of passion, Marylynn let one hand slowly move from her breasts and down her smooth, flat plane of a stomach, down to the soft, curling fleece of her pubic mound, then out around her thighs and buttocks, only to slip back once again to the lips of her moistly pulsating pussy. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mound, she let her fingers open the now swelling, trembling slit, part her pubic hair and slide in, finding her clitoris waiting eagerly. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in slow caresses, probing her finger into her wetly tingling cunt with a groan between her tightly clenched teeth. She pulled her thighs back crab-like to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and hole, luxuriating in the sharp teasing pain as her hips jerked upwards.
Then she worked her fingers hotly into her now hungry pussy, the alcohol and her previous unsated desires mingling to overwhelm her sense of decency and control, and she pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting in time to her self fingerfucking. The cords of her neck stood out and the bed squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the increasing fury of her sexual urgings.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... ." she moaned, feeling like a pervert rubbing herself this way, but knowing that she had to find some kind of release from the cravings Gordon had aroused in her. "Oh God, I want my husband ... I want Gordon!"
As if in answer, the front door of the house opened loudly, and she heard footsteps enter. She quickly removed her fingers, moving around to whip the sheet over her. She breathed harshly, almost fearfully ... and then she realized in a soporific way that she was only hearing her brother-in-law coming home from Frankies. A warm flush poured over her as she thought about Roger, for he was a handsome man, younger and more virile looking than Gordon, but so much like her husband it sometimes was eerie to her. If she wasn't a moral and chaste woman who believed in the sacraments of marriage, there were times she'd go after him, she thought....
And then she blushed even deeper at even harboring such a evil, lewd idea. It was the gin talking, that's what it was, she reprimanded herself. The very notion of doing it with Roger! Why, he was a friend, a wonderfully warm and close friend, but that was all ... And speaking of a friend, that's exactly what she needed at the moment, somebody she could talk to-in just casual conversation, that is; she had no intention of telling Roger or anybody else the troubles which were gripping her mind and body-and with the perverse dedication of a drunk, Marylynn made up her mind that she wanted to see Roger very much.
That's what she needed, she grimly told herself as she climbed from the bed. A little conversation to ease her tensions, and then a good night's sleep. Roger was so nice and understanding, and besides, it was way too early to go to bed yet, anyway. He'd be up for hours, probably drinking most of the liquor in the house the way he was wont to do when Gordon was gone evenings, so why not join him? Yes, that's exactly what's called for, she determined, tying her robe tightly around her again. She made her way to the bedroom door, barefoot and stumbling a little, blinking rapidly in a futile effort to not look to Roger as drunk as she was. And what if she was a little drunk, who cared? Certainly not Roger!
She crossed the living room, seeing that her husband's brother had left the lights on in that room, the hallway, and his bedroom. She thought about stopping before reaching his bedroom-after all, that was only polite-but by the time she got her feet to react, she was beside the door. The door was ajar, Roger having not closed it all the way when he'd entered, and she could hear him humming to himself inside the room. He was off-key and tuneless, a frequent occurrence when he was drunk, and Marylynn had to stifle a giggle, for no doubt Roger had been at Frankies drinking beer, and was in worse condition than she was! She peeked in almost without realizing what she was doing ... and sucked in her breath as she watched wide-eyed the muscular body of her brother-in-law as he slowly took his clothes off!
Already his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was picking at the sleeves of it, trying to get it off his arms. He was having trouble coordinating his moves, but finally the shirt slid off his tanned frame and he threw it on his bed with a casual toss. Marylynn knew that she was doing wrong, standing in the doorway, but an ethereal uneasiness was gripping her, one which kept her rooted in forbidden fascination even though her mind told her to go, and she continued to feast her eyes on Roger as he stretched his naked chest and yawned, unaware that she was watching from the doorway. His naked back was to her satin bronzed skin rippling with male vigor, and then he was unbuckling his belt, humming all the while, and his pants started to slide down his thighs and buttocks, down over his legs. He stepped out of them, now wearing only the briefest pair of underpants, which seemed to accentuate rather than mask his buttocks and flanks. Again Marylynn sucked in her breath, swallowing a rabid quickening of her pulse, unable to understand what was causing her to respond to his slow undressing this way. She'd come to talk to a friend, her brother-in-law, and here she was, moist between her naked thighs, lewdly staring at him as if he was a lover of hers.
He slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and they too were slid down, and as he bent over to remove the shorts, she was forced to admire his fine, strong legs and the white, dimpled cheeks of his buttocks that curved so symmetrically. He was a man, all right, and though he'd been living right there in the house for over a month with her and Gordon, this was the first time that Marylynn had ever taken strong notice of him and wretchedly, she sensed that now she was taking too strong an interest, for as she saw from behind him the begging silhouette of his testicles hanging gourd-like from his thighs, the thought of what his penis would look like filled her mind. Her drunken imagination ran rampant as Roger rubbed and scratched his flesh lazily, and she glued her eyes to where she'd be able to see his genitals once he turned around, somehow luridly fascinated with comparing the size of his cock and balls with those of her husband's. And the more he stood with his back to her in unconscious teasing of her aroused emotions, the more the trembling young woman wanted to view him frontally. She held her breath in anticipation, even though her mind kept telling her to stop what she was doing, that it was wrong and could only lead to trouble....
Then her mental torment was over, for Roger turned and revealed his testicles and penis. He sensuously massaged his pubic area, slowly manipulating his pale, limp cock which was even in its flaccid state one of the largest that Marylynn had ever viewed. It was larger than Gordon's when his was soft-and her mind burned with the excited idea of it hard and long, ready to be buried in a woman's vagina. But even as it was now, it was beautiful to her, and Roger rolled the shaft openly as he stood splay-footed in the room, his every move making Marylynn weaker and trembling with salacious thoughts. She stood transfixed as the tall, large man began to lightly slide his fingers along his cock, and she felt her cunt throb and her breasts ache in the confining bathrobe as she saw his once limp shaft turn a reddish color and engorge itself, growing thicker and straighter until it rose to an enormous size, bigger than she'd dreamed it could get when first she'd spied it. A long, moaning sigh of pleasure bubbled from Roger's lips as he shut his eyes and flicked his hand swiftly over his now hard, rigid spear of flesh, making it stand out from his loins at a straight angle, its blunt head almost purple now. Marylynn shuddered at the thought of what the women he'd fucked over the years felt like with that hugeness sunk deep up in their vaginas, of what she would feel like ... Oh God, what a terribly evil thought! she told herself. She was acting like a slut of the streets, after any male who is willing to screw her! Stop it, Marylynn! Stop it this instant!
Roger slowly masturbated his jerking penis as he stood in the center of the room, his eyes shut and his drunken thoughts going back to Frankies. He'd almost succeeded in picking up that bitch Delores, the divorcee who was always hanging around like a bar-fly, but she'd had to go meet a guy somewhere at the last minute, right when he figured she was all set to take him back to her apartment. Christ, but she'd gotten him excited, putting her hand on his leg way up high, almost to where his cock was, and he could tell that she was willing and all set ... Well, another time, another day, and he'd get into her. There hadn't been any other women around, and he'd run out of money, so he'd had to come back to his temporary home and sponge off his brother's liquor supply.
Ahh, it was better to think of what his brother had than of Delores. He'd grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet in the living room and had come into here, and now the bottle was on the bedside table, his night-cap. How much better it would have been to have his luscious sister-in-law, Marylynn, as a night-cap, he dreamed; what an ass that brother of his was, to leave such a gorgeous girl like her unattended. You could see that she was a sex-maniac at heart, that she'd fuck a guy's toe-nails right off if given a chance, but her bedroom door had been shut when he'd come in, and he knew that he would never get the chance to go in and climb on top of her and find out. No, his sister-in-law was too prim and virtuous on the exterior to allow for any such fooling around like that, but he could dream, couldn't he?
He involuntarily drew in his breath at the unbelievable idea of her being fucked by him. He'd fucked his share of women before, but never anything like her, so pure, so proud, so married. The thought of helpless moanings of pleasure bursting from her untouchable lips goaded his penis to rock hardness, and he could feel the blood in it pound with desire, tiny droplets of seminal fluid oozing from his sensitive cock-head and smearing hotly against his hand as he massaged it back and forth.
He stood like that for long moments, stroking himself into a state of excitement that threatened to explode into a white hot stream at any time. For a second, he considered it. It would be a lovely sight for him to see his hard penis throbbing out its load all over the bedroom carpet, lewdly dribbling down into sticky pools that he'd then only partially clean up-and tomorrow or the next day Marylynn would have to finish the job, running her fingers in his cum. But no, he'd better not, for perhaps she wasn't so innocent as that, and she'd recognize the odor and texture of the stain, and know that he'd masturbated like a teenage boy ... But ohhh, how he wanted to shoot that cum up inside her belly!
Roger saw that he was about ready to spill his semen whether he wanted to or not, so he took his hand away and started for the door, intent on getting a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom before masturbating all the way to orgasm. He opened the door-and there stood Marylynn!
"What--! " he swallowed heavily. "What ... what are you doing here?" he stammered.
"I ... That is ... ." She couldn't seem to put a proper excuse together, her mind whirling confusedly by her being discovered, her brain unable to tell her what to do or say. "Roger...."
He looked up and down her bathrobe, his cock still hard in front of him like a menacing battle standard, and then he placed his hands on his hips, sensing her confusion and despair. "You were watching me, weren't you?" he asked, grinning widely. "You've been standing in the doorway and watching me play with my cock, and enjoying it, weren't you?"
"No ... I just got here," Marylynn replied, but her face crimsoned from his lewd word, and she knew that her lie was transparent.
"Bull shit," Roger snorted. He stepped to her. "Now what would good old Gordon say about that, his wife watching his brother masturbating, and getting all hot and bothered by it?"
"No, you wouldn't tell Gordon!" she blurted.
"I wouldn't think of it, my beautiful little sister-in-law," he said snidely. "It's our own secret, between the two of us, just like the rest of it will be...."
A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of her stomach as she heard his evil words, like the rest of it ... She felt the room sway as she tried to grasp the situation, her mind whirling from disconcertion, unable to assert herself in her chaotic shambles of arousal and gin.
"What ... what do you mean, Roger?" she managed to whisper.
"I was dreaming about you," he said, stepping right up to her so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "I was dreaming about how nice it would be to fuck you, and that's what got me so excited that I was stroking myself. I never thought I'd have the chance, but now I see that I do. You're as excited by me as I am by you." He reached out swiftly and untied her belt, and the robe fell open to expose all of her creamy, pulsing breasts and matted, wetly trembling cuntal valley. "And it's going to be every bit as sweet as I dreamed, too."
"You ... you're drunk, Roger! You don't know what you're saying!"
"Hah!" Roger roared with lewd laughter. "I'm drunk. Sure, I'm drunk, but so are you. I saw the empty gin bottle in the living room, and I know how much was in the bottle earlier today. I can smell the juniper on your breath, too.
We're both drunk, Marylynn, baby, and maybe that's what it takes to let us get together, to make the walls fall apart so we can get to know one another really well."
Marylynn moaned and her eyes glazed. She had to fight him, to do everything in her power to keep from submitting to his crude advances, brother-in-law or not. She struggled as he tried to pull the robe off her. "Stop it! If Gordon caught you doing this, he'd kill you!"
"But Gordon isn't here, lover. And neither is that precious daughter of yours. It's just the two of us, all alone, naked and hot." He savagely tore at the gown, and it was ripped from her grasp, falling off like a leaf from an autumnal tree. "Go ahead, scream if you want to, there's nobody who'll come to the rescue. But you don't really want to scream, do you? You want me to fuck you, because if you didn't, you'd never have been watching me in the first place!"
His hands began to move hotly over her defenseless naked body, and she crazily had to admit that he was right. She had thought about the way he'd look, straining with his cock inside her, sucking her tits as he fucked her. No! I can't think like this! She cried out in anguish, struggling feebly as she felt his hands close over her aching breasts, her nipples unwantedly growing to hardness.
"No, let me go, Roger! I ... I don't want to make love to you! Gordon's the only one!"
He laughed with callous disregard. "My brother was the only one, Marylynn. But I've seen how he ignores you, how you need more loving than he's supplying. And you'll like me, you'll see. After all, I'm part of the family aren't I? That makes it nicer!"
"Nooooo!" she begged, but it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands were prowling with insane intensity now, over her belly and ribs until they were brushing hotly against the velvety pubic hair between her thighs. She squirmed still harder to break the undesired attention, but still his fingers followed, splaying her tender wet vaginal lips. And his touch was setting her on fire, creating in her a will to submit to his evil intentions, to let him drive his penis inside her and douse the sexual furnaces which her husband had stoked to such a blaze this afternoon. The gin swirled in her blood, telling her to give in ... give in and enjoy his wonderful body....
"Roger ... Oh God, no, Roger!" she panted in his face. "You know this is wrong! Think about how you'll feel tomorrow!"
"Damned good, just like you will," he hissed. "The second fuck tomorrow should be even better, if Kathy goes away."
"Stop ... Stop ... ." she whined, but she was starting to be unsure if she was trying to stop him, or herself. "Stop ... oh God, please stop!"
"I've been dreaming about you a lot longer than just tonight," he continued. "I've been watching you around the house, throwing your tits and cunt like a real prick-teaser. Only you're not just a prick teaser, baby, because you want me ... ." Both his hands were busy now, one assaulting her cuntal passage, burrowing deeper with rapacious tinglings, the other on her breasts. Both were making her jerk and toss, moans escaping from her heaving lungs as he ground her trembling white flesh.
"No ... No ... No ... ." she chanted, but his penis was sliding closer to her as he arched his loins against hers, the angrily glistening head now almost to where his hand was spreading her pink, hotly aroused pussy lips apart, and she was only able to clamp her thighs together at the last moment to stop her vagina from being impaled by his hardened cock while standing up. But the trapping of his fingers in the hair-covered lips of the open mouth between her legs made her excitement more intense, and as he flicked the tip of her clitoris, making it swell with sensation, she found that to her horror and dismay that she was responding to him. Her legs were beginning to jerk slowly, open to his fingers of their own volition, her mind no longer able to control their actions-or even wanting to control them.
"Ohhhh," she moaned piteously, trying to control herself.
"I've got to fuck you, Marylynn," Roger gasped frantically, "I've got to, brother's wife or not!"
In a last desperate attempt to flee from him and the lewd betrayal of her own sensuously trembling body, Marylynn wrenched away with every ounce of energy she possessed, and catching him off-guard, she was able to whirl around. "Noooo! Oh god, please nooo!" she screamed, tears blinding her eyes.
Roger grabbed her, and they stumbled back into his bedroom, falling in a naked heap upon the bed, his weight crushing against her, forcing the air out of her lungs. She sprawled naked and defenseless, her white shimmering buttocks and breasts a quivering spectacle which only urged her hotly aroused brother-in-law on stronger. "Ahhhh," he sighed as he kneaded her smoothly trembling flesh breathlessly.
The total horror and degradation was too much for Marylynn, and she spasmed into uncontrollable sobs, her face to the coverlet, tears spilling from her eyes and spotting the bed. She knew that she shouldn't be crying and that it would do no good, but she felt so wretched and crazy from her arousal and the gin, that the flood continued unabated, and she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried. She was dimly aware that Roger was picking her up and pressing her body to his, cradling her head against his shoulder in a comforting way, as if he was relenting in his cold and callous onslaught of her. Weakly she smelled his masculine body, and peripherally she thought of Goden and the way he smelled, and she lowered her head, allowing him to stroke her shoulder. With blurred vision she saw the close-up of his still hard penis as it nestled in his lap a scant few inches from her tear streaked face.
Roger Hess felt the warm resilient flesh of his sister-in-law tight against him, her body quivering helplessly beneath the encirclement of his arm. Ohhh, shit! This was going to be good ... The blood in his penis was pounding like mad, and his testicles ached with prurient anticipation, but he knew now was the time to be soft and gentle, to break down her mental as well as her physical barriers....
"Listen," he whispered in her ear, "Listen, I'm sorry. We should be friends, Marylynn. Good friends ... ." His words were a smooth flow of honey, mesmerically deadening her hysteria and serving to increase the already erotic influence of their nearness, their nakedness, their excitement. "We're very close already, being related as we are, and it would be so natural and healthy to make love ... ." He felt her stiffen from his words, and he began to stroke the satin skin of her upper arm, continuing to intone softly. "But don't think about that, Marylynn. Don't think about the way my cock is hard and would feel throbbing up inside you, fucking slowly in and out, your vagina straining under it, wanting more ... No, don't let yourself think about it...."
Roger could tell that her breasts were slowly hardening against her will as they pressed tightly to his chest, and he smiled lewdly. He knew that though he was telling her not to think about it, it was reminding her and that the mental images he was evoking in her mind was causing an unmistakable, if unwanted arousal up in her hot little cunt. And perversely, that was exactly what was happening inside the lovely young wife of his brother. She felt a deep twitching in her belly as she conjured up the mental image of her and her husband's brother locked lewdly together, his cock throbbing and pumping into her cunt, fucking her mercilessly up between her widespread legs until at last he drove her to mind shattering orgasm. She didn't want to think about that, oh God-but she couldn't help it. She sobbed into his tightly pressed chest, finding a security in his masculine nearness, his soothing words, and the gentle stroking of his hand.
"You mustn't think about us doing such things," he went on. "We'd be fucking, Marylynn, and that's the right word for it-fucking-kissing and fondling each other's naked flesh and fucking, my cock deep up in your cunt, right here on this bed ... ."
Her unconsciously pulsating vaginal orifice began to secrete greater and greater droplets of lubrication, moistening more her already matted blonde pubic hair, and she couldn't seem to avoid opening and closing her thighs in a gathering sexual cadence, her nipples hardening on her taut breasts until they were actually painful as they pressed against him. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid as he talked, and his maleness was too close, to exciting ... She trembled in his arms, trembled with more than just misery and fear, her breath coming faster and harder now, every fiber inside her secretly screaming for the completion she'd missed reaching with her husband that afternoon.
Roger knew that she was fighting her instincts, could see that she was writhing with the anguish of wanting and yet not wanting him, but at the same time he sensed that if ever he was going to conquer her, it was right this instant before she was able to regroup her retreating morality. "Don't think about me kissing you ... on your sweet, moist lips, on those tender, full, pink lips of yours," he droned hypnotically, and then he raised her tear-streaked face, gazing into her pained eyes. "Kissing you on your lips ... like this!"
He kissed her suddenly, with fury and intensity, flattening and spreading her lips open until he could uncontrollably splurge his tongue into her mouth. Pinwheels of light danced in back of her eyes as she closed them in automatic surrender to his onslaught, and as his tongue played hotly in and out of her mouth, sliding along her tongue, Marylynn made a tiny, gasping mewl of pleasure. Her body seemed to move with his instead of resisting, leaving her nothing to fight him with, and she all but floated in his arms as he pressed her downward until they were both stretched flat out on his bed.
His feverishly working hands began to explore her body again, caressing the swell of her breasts. "Don't think about my hands on your tits," he said, breaking the kiss, "about your full, rich white titties being brought hard and throbbing by my hands ... ." Then he kissed her again, before she could protest, and she felt her nipples pulse eagerly as he rolled them urgently between his fingers. His hands continued down her belly to the tender, hairrimmed lips of her vagina, and she was completely unable to contain herself as she responded to his fingers, quivering violently from the electric contact of the teasingly working tips against the sensuously responding flesh. His fingers continued to massage the warmly tingling passage, working themselves deeper and deeper up into her, and she jerked away from his kiss, a soul-searing moan escaping from her as she arched her neck and rolled her head from side to side. She ground her smooth, rounded buttocks desperately down into the bed, endeavoring vainly to escape the lewd fingerfucking she was receiving from her husband's brother.
"No ... Oh, no, no ... ." she moaned, gnashing her teeth with her denial as it ricocheted around the walls of her skull.
"Yes, Marylynn," Roger persisted. "But don't allow yourself to think about my fingers up in your cunt, or about the way I kiss your breasts, sucking them until they beg to give milk ... ." He dropped his head and cupped one of her firm, trembling breasts, sucking the tiny, throbbing nipple deep between his ovaled lips.
"Dear God," she gasped, knowing she must stop him before it was too late, but not knowing how. His wet, unbearably teasing mouth had begun a gently nibbling along her erected nipple, while his hand eased from her vagina and coursed lightly over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but neither would respond as his mouth played for a long, delicious moment around her excitedly palpitating breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention from one to the other.
And then his mouth was sliding down over her trembling stomach, his hardened penis moving smoothly along the furrow of her tightly clamped legs as his body slipped downward. He ground his tongue for a moment in her navel, raising tiny moans and gasps of involuntary excitement from her now open mouth. Once more she tried to halt him, but it was as if she had become momentarily paralyzed. He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensations trailing after his gently nipping teeth, and she felt her thighs being pressed tenderly apart and she could make no resistance as he hunched his face down between them. She sucked in her breath as she felt his thumbs spread the soft, hair-covered lips of her vagina outward, and the coolness of the air touched against her there. His tongue flickered forward, the tip of it teasing moistly against the bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb momentarily and then to suddenly burst upward with hardness. He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her pussy still wider, and then he dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deeply into the pink, wet flesh of the now hungrily pulsing passage.
"Ahhhh!" Marylynn smoothly curved hips jerked suddenly upward from the spasming moist contact, and with undesired reaction, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, wantonly pulling his face harder to her loins. His tongue circled around inside her, flicking against the sensitive smooth walls of her cunt, sending insane spasms of heated desire racing wildly through her whole naked body.
"Ohhhh, god!" A long groan bubbled from her throat, and then she heard herself moaning:
"No, don't kiss me between my legs, Roger ... I never let Gordon kiss me there ... It's not right ... Kiss me, kiss me on my titties and mouth, but not down there ... ." To her own amazement, plus confused disappointment, he was then moving up over her, and her unsatiated cunt burned with live fire, as if she had truly reveled in having her cunt sucked. Then he was kissing her as she'd asked, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, his fingers once more fondling and caressing her naked vagina. She undulated and bucked from his ministrations, the lewd wickedness of what she was allowing her own husband's brother to do to her right in her own house sending a shock of lewd excitement through her, and her pussy suddenly ached more with her need to be fulfilled.
"Marylynn ... I've got to have you now," Roger gasped.
"Oh no ... no," she moaned weakly, her physical being telling her that she must let him, while her brain struggled to maintain control of her inflamed senses. "Please don't do it to me!"
"Marylynn ... ." He rolled over on top of her, endeavoring his best to force her legs open again and his penis inside her cunt.
"No," she whimpered. "I can't let you do it and ruin my marriage! She hugged him tight to her and talked wetly against his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his cock between her legs. "Oh god, Roger ... If you do this to me, we're both going to be sorry! I'd never be able to face Gordon again! Don't you see?"
"He doesn't have to know ... ." he cried out. "Good God, I want you, Marylynn!"
She kissed him hard as he continued to thrust his hardened rod down through the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the smooth, pink hole she still held desperately away from him, his every stroke sending wild delight through her as his cock-head rubbed the erectly pulsing stem of her clitoris. She felt the lips around her throbbing vagina pushed open, the elastic-rimmed tightness not resisting any longer, but seemingly arching upwards to meet his cruel pressure. He shoved again, feeling the vaginal passage flower open and throb in helpless excitement before him, and then unable to stand another second of this delicious torture, he rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way up to the hilt in the warm wet walls of her cunt. His balls slapped tightly against her jerking anus as she screwed herself down onto the bed in a vain attempt to escape the sudden, unexpected impalement, her legs jerking out on either side of his body, splaying over either edge of the covers, kicking futilely into the air.
"Roger! Oooooooh God, Noooooooo!" she screamed, but it was too late, her cock-filled body was pinned helplessly down into the softness of the bed. Her lips curled back from her teeth, incoherent whimpers of useless protest coming from deep in her chest, and her arms were outstretched, palms against his shoulders in an attempt to hold back the blunt hard penis which felt as if it were tearing her belly open.
The snooty little bitch has never been fucked so deep, he gloated, and he looked down victoriously gleaming eyes and could see his dark pubic hair tangled lewdly with her blonde ones, the base of his thick fleshy cock buried deep into the pink wet furrow that his tongue had licked into slippery receptiveness a moment before. He could see the tight, elastic-like lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around the thick, light-skinned base of his cock. He almost wished that Gordon could see his precious little wife now, legs split wide, with his own brother's huge, almost ready to cum, rod buried deep up in her proud little belly.
Marylynn was defeated and she knew it. Her whole being was torn with the hot, searing pain of his sudden entry, an entry she had not wanted-and yet had wanted at the same time. Her surrender was as much her doing as his, she groaned, feeling every fleshy ridge of his cock as it pressed against the thin folds of flesh inside her pussy. It was a part of her, and even the tickling hairs of the sperm-filled testicles she could feel dangling down in the nakedly sensitive crevice of her open buttocks were part of her, and she and Roger were one and the same, rolling together into one great fiery ball of aching sexual hunger. She began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips, her nostrils flaring, her cunt contracting involuntarily as lewd, lascivious thoughts of what they must look like raced through her liquored, heated mind.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the total subjugation of her senses. "Ahhhhh," she mewled as he flexed his shaft gently, her wet clasping vagina opening and closing around his pulsating member with undesired pleasure.
And then he started a slow rhythmic fucking into her, and her head lolled from side to side as her hips, beyond all conscious control now, rolled sensuously beneath his grinding penis, her lust-hungry pussy screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered loins in answering supplication.
Marylynn felt the last of her resistance fading, giving way to a maddening tingle that started deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled from deep up in her cunt and all the way out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milky white thighs, up the full length of her splayed legs and circled around her legs. It worked its way up from her contracting belly and through her rib cage and out the tips of her pink, heatedly palpitating nipples. Thin rivulets of sweat pearled down the sides of the full quivering mounds of her breasts to soak the covers beneath her.
Roger began long, hard strokes up between her open thighs now into the streaming passage that was now wet with acceptance, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside her hotly pulsating opening, and then thrusting forward into her cunt again with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly into her nakedly quivering buttocks. She groaned as her exposed cunt was plundered again and again, her womb flaring open to receive the delicious rape of her once sheltered genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under his chest and snaked around his back, her nails clawing a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She pulled him deep and hard to her, thrusting her belly shamelessly up to skewer herself on his driving hot rod. She sucked voraciously on the rich wet tongue that was once more shoved into her throat, and swallowed greedily the saliva that ran from his mouth into hers in his lewd excitement. Her body matched his pounding lunges with her own tempestuous thmshings, for she was one with him, and it was driving her insane!
She couldn't let it stop!
She no longer wanted him to ever stop!
"Ohhh, Roger! Roger! Yes! Yes!"
"Yes what!" he panted lasciviously over her.
"Make love to me! Yes! Yes!"
"Love? You mean fuck you!"
"Yes, Roger! Fuck me! Fuck me, do anything you want to me, but don't stop! Ohhhhh, fill me up with your cum! Ohhhh!"
Roger let his now insanely aroused sister-in-law strain her naked body up against him, feeling the utter abandonment of her labors now that she was released from her own self-imposed restrictions. It was just as he'd thought; once broken through, her haughty prudery dissolved into wild, absolutely insatiable cravings! Her lewdly answering motions became more frantic by the second, the tempo of her thrusts with him more urgent, and he knew that she was straining to cum. The juices of her milking cunt were flowing to the point where he could hear a wet sucking sound every time he fucked his cock in and out of her, and she in turn thrust her hotly grinding crotch sharply up at his hardness, burying it deep inside her, her back arched desperately off the rhythmically squeaking bed, her feet planted on either side of his knees tightly against the bedding. She bucked against him wildly.
"Ohhh God, yes! Fuck meeeee!"
The rusty springs groaned loudly in time to the two tightly entwined naked bodies that were struggling wildly together. The sounds of deep straining grunts and occasional squeals of lewd words from the voluptuous passion-crazed woman filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against each other, and the wet viscous slurp of Roger's drubbing penis going in and out of his sister-in-law's tightly clenching cunt. Neither heard the sharp intake of breath from the slim figure standing in the doorway, or saw the girl who stood in frozen, horrified shock with her beautiful young features drained of blood.
Pretty Kathy Hess choked back an insane desire to scream at the top of her young lungs, aghast at what she was witnessing. Her mother! Her own mother, rutting like an animal on the bed with her own uncle! Oh, God in heaven, she couldn't believe it-but there it was right in front of her, and her eyes weren't deceiving her!