Chapter 7

"Staying on another day?" Ella looked at her sister-in-law Sally in dismayed surprise, her voice Tilled with irony as she added, "But I was given to understand that you would be leaving as soon as you possibly could? Not that you're not welcome in the Waterford household, any wife of Bryan's is a friend of mine!"

But there were tears in Ella's eyes as she turned back to the stove to continue fixing breakfast. She glared down through the welling tears at the boiling eggs in the pan, and remembered that this day could have been the happiest in her life. Her body beneath the light summer dress she wore still burned with the traces and memories of the hungry love-making she and her brother had indulged in the night before, and Ella had arisen with a smile on her lips, knowing that that day Sally would be leaving, and that once more she would slip into her brother's room at night, or perhaps he would come to hers. For she felt not the slightest bit of guilt; she was far too happy for that. She had always loved Bryan, and Ella felt that in some strange way this was her destiny.

Now her incestuous destiny was being spoiled, and by the most despicable person she could imagine, that adulterous little wife of Bryan's! She regretted now not having told her brother, not having had the courage or the wdl to mention what she had seen in the woods before she'd gone to his room. And now she heard a sound behind her and whirled to face Jack who entered the kitchen with his usual smirking expression, ready to have his breakfast served as usual. When his mother was home she usually did it, and now in her absence he depended upon his little sister Ella to keep him well-fed.

"Breakfast ready? I could eat a horse!" he announced to the two women.

"Get it yourself! I'm going to work!" Ella screamed and dashed out of the room, nearly knocking him over as she whipped past him.

Sally shivered as she looked at Jack. Could it really be true that she was in love with him and not his brother Bryan? Why else would she have given herself to him like that? For. alcohol or not, she had to recognize that she had been more than a willing partner in the most thrilling night she had ever known. That was what it was all about! That was the wondrous feeling of satisfaction that she had always dreamed about! And Jack had made her feel it her husband's brother, rather than her own husband!

"Hi, beautiful! Hope you're in a better mood this morning than my sister!" Jack moved swiftly, and boldly cupping his startled sister-in-law's breast in one hand, squeezed her calf flesh with the other while kissing her hard on her lips.

In spite of her shame and embarrassment, the young adulterous bride felt the same terrible attraction, that same magical sensation that seemed unfailingly to spring from nowhere at Jack Waterford's touch.

She blushed a deep crimson and tried to speak, but could not. What could she say? She already knew that she would not leave that day not when Jack had promised to take her in to get her tickets if she would wait another day.

"Give your marriage a chance, and if not your marriage, give me another chance!" he'd said, and the crude words had cut deeply. Perhaps he was right and she should try again with Bryan, especially now that she had been unfaithful to him! But in truth Sally didn't know what to do, and just as it had been when she was a younger girl living at home, she decided to let the decisions be made for her. So she would stay another day, and if things weren't better, much better by then, she would leave and face her mother's pity and I-told-you-so's.

"Real slugabed, that Bryan, isn't he?" Jack said, managing to burn himself on a very hot and overcooked soft boiled egg. Outside, the sound of Ella's car roaring off could be heard, and Sally breathed a sigh of relief. It was also a source of relief to her that Bryan did turn out to be such a heavy sleeper. She had returned to the room after her tryst in the woods with Jack feeling sheepish and guilty only to find him sound asleep in the same position in which she'd left him on the inflatable mattress, and the fact he was still sleeping now facilitated matters greatly. She could go into town with Jack and get her tickets, and face Bryan later on when she was more prepared and had the security of the ticket in her pocket to back her up. She would also send a telegram to her mother today to forestall her sending the FBI out after her daughter. Sally realized her mother was the type who would send the girl's photographs to all the local newspapers with the request that she be listed as a missing person. For all she knew, her pictures were already plastered all over the Village Voice and other local New York papers, but Sally was aware that her mother would wait until the last moment to advertise in any of what she considered the more respectable New Jersey papers.

She smiled timidly at Jack, her mind filled with the haunting, burning images of the things her brother-in-law had done to her the night before, the things he had made her feel!

Jack neatly polished off two eggs even though they were completely hard-boiled and he liked a three-minute egg. Then he had toast, jam, and butter, washed down with two cups of coffee. Sally wasn't feeling terribly hungry that morning, just nervous. She had a cup of coffee while waiting for Jack to finish eating, and then the two of them set off for town.

Jack's old car rattled along, and Sally was overly conscious of his presence there beside her, overly conscious of the fact that they were leaving Bryan, her husband, far behind them, that in fact, Jack would take her anywhere. They could go off and spend the day together, and no one would be the wiser. She knew it would be terribly wrong to do so, but she still felt the lingering ghosts of her strong desire, the very same desires that had been so expertly quenched by her husband's brother, and she could not help thinking, wondering what it would be like to know that intensity just one more time!

Jack prattled on as the car jounced over bumpy country roads, until finally the town came into sight. The handsome young man stopped the car in front of the bus station, and Sally went in and purchased her ticket. With the ticket in her purse, she returned to the waiting car and Jack drove her along the small main street of the town to the Western Union office. There she sent her mother the wire just crazy enough to satisfy her mother's odd tastes: "Sorry. . . caught up learning French at Ambassador's daughter's home...letter follows. . . love and kisses Sally."

Her mother would love it, and most of all it would give Sally time to settle her own life one way or another. If she had a reconciliation with Bryan (she felt forced to think of this as a possibility...why else would she stay another day?) then she could eventually present herself to her family as a happily married woman. If not. . . well, she'd just make up a good story about her fictitious friend, the ambassador's daughter, and make sure that Bryan paid for a quick, quiet divorce.

"All set?" Jack's voice was pleasant, and Sally did not miss the fact that his eyes swept appraisingly over her body as she slid into the car beside him again. She felt almost as though he could see through her as he had, in fact, seen every detail of her naked body!

"Yes," Sally said. She felt free, freer now than she'd ever been in some inexplicably way, and when Jack said that he would drop her off at the taxi stand so she could get a cab back home, she could not understand why she felt so terribly and suddenly depressed.

"Where...where are you going?" she asked almost timidly.

"Going to work. A man's got to work, you know! You run along home and see about Bryan now. I'll see you later on, won't I?"

"Yes.. . yes, of course!" Sally got out of the car feeling dazed and, in some way she couldn't explain, cheapened. What had she been thinking of anyway? Of course, she had to go back. She had to try to see what could be done about her marriage to Bryan.

"Good-bye, sweetheart. Chin up! You're a big girl now!"

"Good-bye." Sally waved as Jack sped away in his car, trailing dust and fumes from his faulty exhaust system as he rattled out of sight.

Bryan awoke and realized that he had not dreamed about his sister last night -she had actually been there. He could still smell her sweet, feminine smell upon his lips, taste her there where he had kissed her so deeply.

Sally was nowhere in the room. The big double bed was neatly made up as though no one had ever slept in it. But Bryan didn't know who he wanted more at the moment: Sally, his wife for the time being at least, or Ella, his sensuous and demanding sister!

He rose nonetheless and showered and dressed, trying to work things out in his mind. He didn't feel terribly different from having slept with his sister. If anything, he felt more relaxed, more satisfied than he'd felt in months. What a woman Ella was! Bryan wandered through the house and realized that he was all alone. For all he knew, Sally had already left, gone home to Momma, but then he recalled that he'd seen some of her things up in the room, so he supposed she'd be coming back for them unless she intended to have him send them to her. And then a vague worry that Sally might have awakened to see the incestuous performance between him and his sister last night entered his head. He hadn't given the matter a thought until now! What a mess!

The young man felt thoroughly depressed at being all alone in the big house, and so he decided to do what he usually did at such times. He would go into the next biggest town thirty miles away and go to a movie, any movie would do, and thus stave off having to think about anything for as long as possible.

His car passed a cab going along the highway that led up to the tumoff for the Waterford house, but Bryan was preoccupied and did not see Sally sitting in the back seat on her way back to the empty house.

It was dark before Bryan got home. He'd seen three movies and had dinner in a diner on the way back. Entering the house, he found Ella sitting alone in the kitchen, and from the dismal expression on her pretty face he knew something was wrong.

"Where's Sally?" he asked, and Ella was immediately pained at hearing Sally's name on her brother's lips. Perhaps he loved Sally after all...perhaps...But she didn't give herself time to think...she just blurted out what she knew.

"You want to know where she is? I'll show you! That little tramp you married! How could you even dare to bring her back to the house!"

"What are you talking about? What in hell's name is going on, anyway?"

Ella was nearly hysterical as she recounted what she'd seen the night before, and she became even more so when Bryan professed not to believe her.

"You're making that up, Ella. You know you always make things up, even when we were kids. Now just because of what happened between us last night, that's no reason to make this up about Sally. I know for a fact that she's...she's frigid, cold as ice. She couldn't possibly . . . "

Ella's screaming interrupted him, and suddenly he was being dragged along. "They're out there right now. Same place as last night!" she cried. "I know they are. They headed out there as soon as Jack got back from work. Said he was going to show her the property limits or some such. Come on! I'll show you just how frigid little Miss Priss is!"

Bryan followed his sister, growing more and more uncertain and more and more concerned as they went along. When they came to the birch trees Ella slowed down and cautioned her brother to be quiet, and it was then that they heard the sounds.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, JACK JACK JACK! OH YES DO IT! DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE!"

"You asked for it, baby...uuuuugh."

"Aaaaaaaaah...oh . . .oh . . .oh...Ahhhhhhhh!"

Bryan moved swiftly forward, his face purple with rage as he mentally confirmed that it was Sally's voice. He had never heard her sound like that, but it was unmistakably her voice!

Then he could see them, in there through the leaves, the still bright moon lighting up their stark-naked bodies as they writhed and moaned wantonly together on the pine-covered ground. His wife's long, sensuously tapered legs were wrapped up and around his brother's back, and she was drawing him swiftly into the voracious depths of her hungrily open cunt.

Jack's fingers were teasing and pulling at her tautly erect nipples as the warm accepting walls of Sally's awakened vagina surrounded Bryan's brother's heavy, lust-thickened cock. Slowly and thoroughly he thrust and wormed ever upward, grinding and grunting as he slid far inside Sally's tightly enclosing pussy.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh baby...you feel so fucking fine! Better than last night!" Jack exclaimed. And the words felt like hot coals striking at Bryan's eardrums as his unbelieving eyes took in the most lascivious sight he'd ever witnessed.

"Hurry...oh, hurrrrrrrry...I...I'm...almost THERE!"

"Already? You hot little cunt.. . NNNNNNNGH...You can have as much of this old cock as you want, honey!"

Bryan turned to hurry back to the house, and although his sister scurried to catch up with him and try to talk to him, he refused to look at her, to even acknowledge her presence.

Ella regretted now what she had done, and seeing that Bryan was deeply affected, she tried to apologize.

"I...I'm sorry, Bryan...Oh, Bryan, I'm so sorry!" she cried.

But Bryan went straight up to his room and closed the door in Ella's face. He took off his clothes and sat on the bed, stunned, drained, furious. He was determined that he would wait for Sally to return to the room. For return she would, he was certain, just as if nothing had happened, as though she couldn't even dream of spreading her seething hot redheaded cunt for his own brother!

Shaken and trembling, Sally made her way up the stairs, thankful for the fact that the rest of the house was dark and no one was about to see her return from "seeing the property limits" with Jack. Jack had entered earlier, and she assumed he'd already gone to bed. She had spent much more time out there with her brother-in-law than she'd imagined. In fact, she thought it must be almost midnight by now, and she hadn't even seen Bryan all that day.

Her bus ticket was for tomorrow afternoon she had spent her last evening here in the strong and overpowering arms of her brother-in-law!

The young redhead could still feel the force of his thick surging cock high inside her, and she ached to feel it again. What was happening to her anyway...and what did it mean? She opened the door to the room she shared with her new husband as quietly as she possibly could, and then she tiptoed in, certain that he would be sound asleep as usual in any case. That would be fine, she thought, because then he would not see how crumpled her dress was, even though she had taken it off in the woods. Nor would he see how mussed her burnished red hair was.

"Been out for a walk?"

Bryan's voice was calm . . .too calm...as it came from the bed. Not the inflatable mattress, but the double bed.

Sally jumped. "Yes, yes, I have!" she said a trifle too loudly. "Where have you been all day? I wanted to talk to you, to discuss things."

"Perhaps we could discuss things now. But don't let me stop you from undressing. You were undressing, weren't you?"

Sally hurriedly continued removing her wrinkled dress. Better to let him see her unclothed than in the dress that had lain t rumpled on the ground while she took his brother for a lover!

"I...I'd like to discuss things...yes, Bryan.. . " she said as steadily as she could. She took off her brassiere, feeling her nipples sore and red where Jack had pinched them, but she was sure that her husband could not see that. And when she took off her panties, she knew that they were damp, as was her curl-covered pussy, I still warm from the thorough fucking she'd I just received. She stood with her back to I her husband so he would not see this, unmindful of his eyes burrowing into the curved double shapes of her cream-white buttocks.

"Good," Bryan said. 'There's a lot to talk about, a lot to do. Let's talk about I why you don't want to fuck with me first!"

"Please, please, Bryan, don't start I again," Sally pleaded. "Don't start talking to me like that again...I...I. . . can't stand it!"

"OH COME ON SALLY! YOU REALLY PISS ME OFF! I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING ON YOUR LITTLE WALK! BUT COME ON, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME? WHAT WERE YOU DOING? CERTAINLY NOT ANYTHING AS NASTY AS FUCKING, WAS IT? CERTAINLY NOT ANYTHING AS UNCOUTH AS SCREWING, AS SCREWING AND GETTING SCREWED BY MY FUCKING BROTHER!! ! "

He knows! Sally stood rooted to the spot, trapped, her wildest fears realized.

"You're a whore, Sally, a whore!" Sally heard Bryan saying, and tears began to stream down her face. Suddenly she was speaking, "Yes...yes...yes...I'm a whore! I am! I AM!

"You're a dumb stupid cunt!" he announced.

"Yes, yes, I AM! I AM!" she agreed, sobbing hopelessly.

"Get your ass over here and I'll show you what happens to whores!" he said. 'That's right! Get up on that bed and I'll show you!"

"No, no, Bryan, stop it! Don't do this to me!"

But she begged in vain. Soon she was kneeling naked on her hands and knees on the bed. The hows and wherefores were all lost in a muddle of confusion as the horrible realization that she was not to be forgiven swept over her. Bryan had no sympathy for her whatsoever, and she could tell from the steely tone in his voice that he would tolerate no nonsense from her. It seemed almost too cruel that she should now be nakedly exposed to him, waiting for him to take her, for that was obviously what he intended to do. But then she realized that whatever her husband did to her now she deserved. She really deserved punishment for her sinful acts.

"Oh God, Bryan...do it and get it over with! Why don't you beat me now and get it over with!"

But Bryan had already decided that he wouldn't do that. He knelt behind her, his thick cock already bulging and straining, the purplish veins standing out on the sides of the anger-hardened shaft. Leaning over his crouching wife, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her fully rounded buttocks, stretching them wider than they would normally go.

"Spread those legs wider!" he commanded. He heard her moan and a perverse smile played upon his lips as suddenly he bent forward to lick the small brown opening of her tightly puckered anus.

"NNNNNNOOOOOoooooo...."Sally cringed at the debasing wet feeling back there in her unprotected nether crevice. She shuddered at the thought that Bryan would do such a thing to her. It seemed so crudely obscene that she could only protest in the most perfunctory way. But didn't she deserve it? Hadn't she already begged him to beat her? This lewd licking was far worse than any beating he might have given her! She felt powerless to move from her hands and knees on the bed as her angry husband's tongue continued to lick teasingly in the crack of her helplessly naked ass-cheeks, sending weird perverted chills running through her. She felt even more ashamed and embarrassed than when he'd made her suck his penis, and somehow she felt more naked than ever before in her young life.

"Wider...wider!" Bryan called out gruffly, beginning to really enjoy the torment he was putting his young bride through. "You'll get to like it," he assured her, "just like you learned to like fucking!" he added, leaning farther into her long beautiful legs which were now spread so far apart that she could feel the tendons of her nakedly straining thighs pulling hard. Then suddenly Bryan's tongue was gone and she thought for a moment that it would be all over soon. But almost instantly, she felt a quick sharp pain in her rectum. With a start of alarm, she realized that he had wormed his finger into her tightly clenched anus and was pushing it and working it to sink its insistent thickness into her reluctantly yielding nether flesh. She tried to squirm away from his crudely probing finger, but he held her fast with his other hand around her hip, beginning to turn his finger in the depths of her rubbery channel sliding it steadily upward despite Sally's humiliated protests.

The pain was horrible, so much more so than when Jack had forced his finger inside there. Then, at least, she had been experiencing pleasure at the same time, but now there was only this terrible pain.

"NO BRYAN! PLEASE . . . ! "

"You want me to stop?" he asked her as if taunting a small child, "All right then, I'll stop." He withdrew his finger, feeling the smooth rubbery folds inside her rectum clinging tenaciously to it, almost as if it were reluctant to be freed from the unwanted entry. His huge swelling penis was aching insistently, and he wanted to get on with it. He moved forward and pressed his lust-engorged cock-head against the tiny clenched opening, feeling the narrow trembling crevice surround the tip of his rigidly swollen penis.

Sally groaned in terror.

He was actually going to try to have intercourse with her back there!

"No, Bryan, please, for God's sake, no! Let's do it the regular way. Please, Bryan, not like this!! "

Her begging was interrupted by his sudden forward movement as the bloated head of his impatiently straining cock pushed at his helpless wife's protesting rectum, pushed hard and then harder still, while in the midst of Sally's gasps of pain, the tiny tightness of her futilely resisting entrance gave way so that Bryan's cock-head sank just inside her puckering little anus.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHH

GGGGG!! ! " Sally writhed in helpless agony, the unnatural entry bringing a searing pain that radiated through her brutally ravished loins, sending shafts of stabbing torment driving throughout her nakedly trembling body.

"BRYAN...YOU'VE GOT TO STOP...OH BRYAN...IT HURTS TOO MUCH! YOU'VE GOT TO STOP! BRYAN!! ! "

But instead of complying, Bryan pushed his hotly pulsing penis-head another few inches up into his beautiful young bride's stretched pain-wracked anal passage. Listening to her near-hysterical cries, he told himself that he had to go through with the whole thing now, no matter what he had to feel his excitedly throbbing prick deep up inside her soft clenching ass-cheeks. Already her rectum was contracting with hard squeezes, trying to expel his blood-engorged penis; but these frantic efforts on Sally's part were only serving to give him a luxurious tingling sensation all around his painfully rigid member. He could feel his desire-hardened cock sliding all the way forward, high up into the tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of anal flesh before it as it went.

A gigantic shudder traversed Sally's body as she fell forward on her face, her head lolling into the rumpled bedcovers and her firmly shaped breasts surging and heaving against the mattress below. With her sorely aching buttocks-cheeks still high in the air, she lay completely still for an instant, overcome by the thickly churning piston that lay firmly embedded in her hitherto virginal rectum. He was probably ruining her back there! She couldn't imagine ever feeling the same back there again. The smooth swells of her buttocks were being spread even wider by her husband's rough hands and she helplessly cursed the day that she'd married him.

Through her haze of pain, she even wondered if indeed all of this were really happening to her.

But it definitely was, and her cries were now just muffled sobs into the tear-stained mattress. Feeling that her resistance had decreased, the vengeful young husband began a steady fucking up into his wife's softly trembling back passage. It felt too good for him to stop now!

He no longer fell any anger against her, just a need to cum deep inside the tightly pulsing channel of her violated rectum!

Beneath him, the humiliated young bride tried to adjust her position so that it would hurt less, but each move she made caused the pain to swell violently inside her, as she realized with bitter hopelessness that Bryan behind her was getting more and more pleasure from all her efforts to escape the ruthless impalement. He increased the strength of his cruel strokes up into her nakedly defenseless anal passage as his cuckolding wife began to construe each brutal delving stroke of her husband's lust-engorged cock as specific punishment for her misdeeds.

Yes, she certainly deserved this terrible experience.

As in her childhood fantasies of hell, this could definitely be it. Hell was not an after-life it was happening right now!

Her pain-wracked anus began anticipating each new savage stroke and her desperately jerking buttocks received the buffeting of Bryan's massively thrusting loins with a new masochistic pleasure.

Bryan looked down at the incredible sight of his passion-swollen' instrument grinding hotly in and out of his wife's nether flesh, glistening dully, a deep purplish color as it left the desperately straining confines of her ravaged rectum. He let his hands roam underneath her smooth flat belly, knowing instinctively that she would no longer try to get away from him. His fingers found the soft, hair-covered mound of her pussy, and, with one swift insinuating motion he spread the delicate cushions that formed her cuntal lips and slid his outstretched middle finger up into her already wetly receptive cunt.

He arched upwards into her rear passage with his lust-bloated hardness as he slid another finger into her vagina and began tickling the gentle pussy-folds.

He knew now that, in spite of her total opposition to the act he was performing, she would not be able to resist his playing with the tiny up-thrust bud of her clitoris.

Unwanted pleasure began seeping through Sally's nakedly besieged loins as

Bryan's fingers continued to slide expertly between the hair-fringed lips of her excitedly tingling little pussy and, wriggle obscenely up into her hot moist cuntal slit.. "

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhooooo...."she was wailing now with a completely different sound, the extent of her arousal now becoming apparent to her feverishly fucking husband as he felt his long hard penis slithering deeper inside her acquiescent rectal passage than he had ever thought it would go.

Sally, half crazy with the conflicting emotions rife within her, squealed weakly as a deliberately teasing flick of her husband's middle finger at her swollen clitoris made her jerk uncontrollably. Then his fingers began fucking in earnest up into her openly flowering cunt, rising high and hard up into the hotly sucking folds.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!! ! "

Pleasure flooded Sally's passion-tortured body from all sides and even her savagely ravished rectum began to respond to Bryan's insanely churning cock in a different way. With a loud gasp, she grunted out, "YES! I...I like it.. . Yes, I like it! Fuck me! Fuck me up the ass!"

She had never before in her life used such words and she was surprised at how satisfying it felt to hear herself uttering them as her entire body undulated and twitched lewdly while her mouth gaped open and her panting grew heavier and faster. She was dancing obscenely back at Bryan's madly lunging penis, her knees quaking and her heart in her throat while her warmly seeping pussy squirmed eagerly and shamelessly around her husband's probing fingers.

Bryan fucked hard into her seductively splayed ass-cheeks while toying with her desire-drenched vagina, easily bringing her to a point of frenzied delight that amazed him as her tightly clenching anus gripped his ramrod-stiff cock spasmodically and crazily. He knew that she was cumming, and, teeth tightly clenched, he ground his lust-swollen pistoning cock harder up into her, his fingers impaling her flooding cunt and feeling his own wildly driving hardness pounding intoxicatingly into her from behind.

"NNNNNNNGGGGG . . . ! ! ! " he cried out, feeling his own white-hot seething cum suddenly speeding voluminously far up into his young bride's squirming rectum.

"OH FUCK, SALLY...FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!! ! "

His spurting sperm was racing up into her straining rectal passage with tremendous speed as Sally arched her back and flexed her buttocks hard against her husband's heavily invading length, tightening and opening her Finger-impaled climaxing pussy.

"YYYYEEEEESSSSSS!! ! " she moaned out as she descended into an all-enveloping cloud of brilliantly explosive orgasm. "FILL ME...FILL ME...FFFIIIILLLL MEEEEEEE!! ! " she gasped hoarsely, a fine spray of froth forming at her lips. "MAKE ME CUM...MAKE ME CCCUUUMM...AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! ! "

Bryan's hands dug into Sally's tender buttock-flesh, his breath coming haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear his wife moaning his name, and he pulled her already widespread ass-cheeks farther apart with his thumbs as she started a low throaty whining noise that almost sent him out of his mind.

His orgasm was sustaining itself over an incredible period of time, and he felt that she too was still cumming...or perhaps cumming more than once. The thick head of his endlessly spouting cock pressed hard into his wife's contracting rectum as her entire body shivered and quaked. Then he reached under her and grabbed onto her dancing swaying breasts, one voluptuous mound fully occupying each hand. "Oh baby...yeah...yeah!"

"Oh Bryan, it's good.. . IT'S SO GOOD!"

Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths as Sally responded hungrily, squeezing the last hot thick drops of semen from his pressured cock as waves of unabashed pleasure swept him to dizzying heights. It seemed as if he had never truly cum before.

Bryan realized that Sally was collapsing on the bed beneath him, her lithe satiny nakedness humid from her exertion, her body convulsing as though she were having an epileptic fit. Her anal muscles were still clinging all around her husband's deeply inserted cock, milking and massaging it as it had never been massaged before. Tears of delight sprung to Bryan's eyes as he smashed his wife's moaning twisting body beneath his own, his deflating cock still thrust deep between the gyrating cheeks of her still gently trembling buttocks. He could feel his own cum expanding from within the tight passage of her anus, doubling back onto his exhausted cock. It felt warm and slippery and good.