Betty Sue Swensen came home with a horrible headache, or so she said. She had passed through the house so quickly that Barbara Jean, afraid she might detect the heady aroma of sex clinging to the room, hardly had time to try diverting her attention away from the subject.
If anything, Barbara thought, the scent of fucking only intensified, but she thought it was surely her fertile imagination. She was just glad that Erik had time enough to split again, before they were caught having a go at his cock.
Betty spent hours in her bath, soaking away her headache, and even begged off of dinner, preferring to take an aspirin and go straight to bed. Of course Barbara Jean did not know that her sister was living in Hell at that very moment, reliving the depraved encounter with Dr. Montgomery in the hospital examination room.
Betty vividly imagined herself with her legs spread wide, her feet caught in the cold metal tie-backs, her cunt uncovered and… and actually moistening in anticipation. Oh, the shame of it all, the sin of it all!
Betty Sue knew it was wrong to fuck in the first place. And it was certainly wrong to fuck a man who wasn't even her husband. Why, Dr. Montgomery was a total stranger to her, except for his cock in her mouth, in her cunt, along with all those gallons of his hot fresh cum.
The worst of her sin of course, was the fact that however much Betty Sue tried to deny the fact, she had, within the deepest, darkest, most secret spot of her soul, enjoyed having the man fuck her. If anything, it had given her some fancy new ideas. If her resolve held out long enough, she was going to try being a much better wife to Johan. Maybe she could even allow herself to put some enthusiasm into their lovemaking.
With a heart heavy with shame and remorse, Betty Sue finally fell asleep, dreaming of the doctor's gnarled, much-used old cock and how very exciting the flavor of it, mingled with her own pussy juices and his fresh cum, seemed to make her pussy ache just that much better.
Barbara Jean Crocker was worried about her sister. She had not only come home from the hospital looking very peculiar indeed, she had isolated herself for the rest of the night, washing herself as if the devil possessed her body. Then, to make matters worse, Betty Sue had lingered in her room all morning, still feigning a bad headache.
There was no way Barbara Jean was going to let her try to go to the hospital that afternoon.
She made Betty Sue a big bowl of thick chicken soup and a pot of tea, and told her she had to spend the rest of the day just relaxing in her room. Everyone had a right to play sick now and then, Barbara had always said, but she noticed Betty pale considerably when she suggested calling Dr. Montgomery over to the house to examine her.
"Nonsense, dear," Betty Sue said, "I'll be all right. All I need is a little rest. An emotional strain on me, I guess. You go see Johan this afternoon, just tell him that Erik and I love him and miss him very much."
Barbara Jean asked directions at the Nurse's Station and turned down the hallway to find Johan's room. It was a big, well-lighted room with two beds in it and when Barbara Jean entered it, she was delighted to see that the other bed was empty. She was alone in the room with Johan.
"Hello, you big hunk you," she said, flinging herself at the man and giving him an affectionate kiss, crushing her body against his until he could feel her tits digging into his chest through his hospital gown. "It seems like years since I've seen you."
"Hey, hey, Barbara," Johan said, hugging her tight, reluctant to lose contact with her tit flesh.
"What a surprise! Here I was all set to see Betty Sue, getting turned on just thinking about being alone with her now that they've moved Mr. Wilson to another room, and you pop up."
"Does that mean you don't want to see me?" she asked, pouting.
"Of course I want to see you, Babs," Johan said, releasing her so she could sit down on the edge of his bed.
"How much?" she asked, pouting like a little girl. "Tell me how much you wanted to see me. Better yet, show me how much."
"I'm pretty hot right now, Babs," Johan said, seriously. "It's been forever without… without – well, you know, and my flesh is just so weak…"
Laughing, Barbara Jean quickly pulled the covers up off of him. "Do you mean you're horny, Johan?" she said, looking down at his uncovered midsection, his incredibly massive cock, already half-hard and rising fast. "Jesus, I guess you are."
Her hand closed over the mound of his genitalia, pushing his erecting cock shaft down against his huge hair-covered balls, grinding the whole mound within the palm of her hand possessively.
"Oh, shit, Johan!" Barbara said. "It's so… so big! I know you're a big man and all that, but I still never expected your cock to be so… so pretty."
"Take it easy, woman," he said. "I told you I'm hotter than a firecracker. I'm going to go off any second if you keep that up."
"Really?" she said, teasingly. "Do you think you might keep it up long enough to fuck me, baby?"
"Barbara!" he said in stunned disbelief. "You're my wife's sister! How could you even suggest such a thing?"
And while he said those words, she quickly pulled her panties down and swung them around in the air, finally dropping them down over his face. "There, stud," she said, her hand working up and down the length of his long hard cock, making it grow firmer, preparing him for whatever was bound to happen. "Smell that for a minute. Do you smell it, the scent of nip pussy? Doesn't that tell you I'm fuckable, regardless of who I am?"
Groaning, Johan dragged deeply making the fabric of her panties cling tightly to his nostrils, the aroma of her cunt seeping deeply into his lungs. Without warning, Barbara kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, straddling Johan and sitting down on his belly, his hard cock just between the cheeks of her feverish buttocks and throbbing mightily. She picked up the panties and dragged them across his lips, forcing them into his mouth. "Taste me, Johan," she said, "you big beautiful Swede fucker. Taste my cunt from my panties, and see what it tastes like there, because I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, man. Right here and right now."
Taking his cock, with just his own drooling precum to lubricate the massive, plum-shaped knob of it, she butted it right up against her cuntal mouth which was gaping moistly open in anticipation. She swirled it around, dragging his cockhead again and again across her fluttering clitoris, mingling the juice from her pussy with the precum oozing out of his cockhead, driving them both wild with the prolonged torment of a fuck about to begin.
"Okay, you horse cocked stud," she said, poising just over the top of his fuck shaft, "get ready, because here it comes." And, just like that, she flexed her cuntal muscles and her pussy opened up like a giant red cockmouth and gobbled up the entire broad, ridge rimmed head of Johan's massive cock.
They both sighed and gasped at the same time, Johan's arms locking around Barbara's shoulders and holding her close, the head of his cock being surrounded by the searing sensations of her soft buttery cuntal tissues and her fuck hole squeezing tighter and tighter around his fuck shaft, claiming it as her very own, at least for the duration of the fuck.
"God, Babs!" he said. "It's been so long since I fucked, and I need it so much, only this… Jesus Christ, I never felt anything like your pussy and the things you're doing to me, the way you're… shit! Oh, God, don't ever stop. Keep doing that, harder, harder, get more of it inside your cunt. Oh, Jesus! SHIT!"
Barbara pushed her ass downward, drilling his cock shaft up into her fluttering, spasming cunt, moving on and on relentlessly down the fat, cunt-stuffing column of his sex flesh, feeling the ridges of his cockhead stretch her cuntal tissues wider than they had ever been before, feeling the fatness of his shaft fill her belly and make her actually ache. Then there was still even more of it to be taken inside of her remarkable pussy, so she pushed onward, claiming more and more of his cock. It was the longest, hardest, fattest cock in the world, surely, and it seemed impossible for all of it to fit inside her pussy, but she kept on moving down onto it, pausing now and then to wait for her cunt, to adjust to the massive size of his fuck flesh, to actually allow yet even more of it to gently intrude itself within the soft buttery depths of her cuntal mouth. Finally her very womb itself was pushed aside, at least it felt that way to her, to make room for cock where no cock had ever touched her before, and still it came into her until, at long last it was all the way inside. His whole cock was, incredibly, within the clasp of her cunt.
Her clitoris was ground down tight against the hair-covered mound of his pubic bone, and all of his cock was soaking in her pussy juices, his oozing precum mingling to give her a heady fragrance of fucking that drove her wild with desire.
"Hold onto yourself, Johan, because you've never had your cock in a meat grinder like mine before," she said. "And I'm determined to make this a fuck you'll always remember."
And she rode him like a bucking horse. No matter how hard he tried to throw her off, by hunching his hips up into the air again and again, trying to sink his cock even deeper into the contours of the strange pussy that was surrounding it, pleasuring it, making it feel unendurably complete, she still rode his cockshaft, relentlessly moving up and down on it at a furious fucking pace that caused the friction of their mingling sexes to splutter loudly with their slurping sex sounds. Her clit bottomed out again and again against his bone, causing her orgasm to overflow and ripple, clasping, her cuntal walls along the length of his hard fuck column.
That was too much for Johan. He rolled his head from side to side, almost completely ignoring his sister-in-law except, of course, for the unignorable contact of cock-cunt, moaning and groaning out his sounds of too-long, pent-up fucking.
Johan's balls twisted around until they were drawn up tightly against the base of his cock and started erupting, spitting out gallons of hot lava up through his spasming prostate and into the column of his fuck stick, rushing headlong through the length of his cock. Hot jet after hot jet of his semen spurted out of his cockhead to fill her cunt, her whole fuck channel, running out along the sides of his cock to gather around his balls and puddle beneath him on the hospital bed.
Finally Barbara Jean's jerking, snapping hips slowed down to a gentle pace, then stopped entirely, with all of Johan's big huge cock still buried within her cuntal clasp. She relaxed against him until their breathing slowed, and only then did she gently lift her leg and let his slowly shrinking cock fall out of the maw of her cock-pleasing pissy hole. Long sticky strings of his cum and her pussy juice dribbled out of her cunt and streaked across his thighs.
Silently Barbara went into the tiny bathroom and brought a warm damp cloth back to the bed and, taking his him but almost completely relaxed cock in hand, she proceeded to wash it as clean as she could, cleaning away the evidence, but not the aroma, of their hospital bed fuck. Then, cleaning her cunt right there so he could watch her do it, she leaned over and took his cockhead in her mouth, gently nursing on it for just a moment before pulling off of it and grinning at him.
"That should hold you until the night nurse comes on duty," she said, laughing and covering his cock and balls up with the bed clothes, removing the incredible genitalia from her view. "Guess it's time for me to get on back to the house anyway, stud. Thanks for the horseback ride. You've sure got one incredible cock there, Johan."
He grinned. There wasn't much he could say after a fuck like that. It wasn't every day his sister-in-law just climbed onto his hot hard cock and fucked the shit out of him. He would have lots of things to fantasize about, alone in his hospital room, without her.
"Thanks, I guess," he said, ginning broadly. He felt so fucked out it was incredible. He had never been so thoroughly fucked before in his entire life. "I sure wish Betty Sue was more like you." The instant it was out of his mouth, he regretted having said it, but it was already too late for that.
"Do you mean she's not such a good fuck, Johan?" Barbara Jean asked.
"Oh, she's okay, I guess," he said. "I really didn't have much to compare her with, until… well, until now. I swear, Barbara, I never thought a fuck could be like that."
"Maybe I should try teaching Betty Sue a few things while I'm visiting with her," Barbara said. "Sounds to me like she could really use a lesion or two in the finer points of fancy fucking."
Johan was sure he should be blushing, it was so immoral talking to bin own sister-in-law that way, but right after having fucked her and filled her pussy up with his own strong-smelling semen, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not with his cock still flushed and raw and from all the frictioning it had undergone within the tight snapping clutches of her versatile cuntal walls.
Barbara Jean's mind was suddenly filled with a vision of Erik, so very much like his father, though not quite so big in the cock department yet. She thought of Erik's perfectly fanned cock buried within her mouth, his fresh virginal jism flowing into her throat.
I've just got to fuck that guy, she thought. Christ, it's hard to think of three such fucked-up people in the same family. Not one of them knows the first thing about fancy fucking.
"Just be careful, please," he said. "If you get her upset, it might have the opposite effect. She might never want to fuck again."
"Oh, I will, Johan," Barbara said. "She is my sister, you know. I wouldn't want to do anything that would hurt her, ever. And we both know that there's no way our fucking can hurt her, right? You just leave it to me I'll think up some way to get some sense into Betts' fucked up mind."
"It would be great if you could, Barbara," Join mid. "If she could only fuck me the way you just did, I think I'd die right on the spot. Do you know, I can't even get her to… well, to go down on me. The most she's ever done is just kiss the end of my dick, and even then I could tell she didn't want to do it."
"Oh, you poor baby," Barbara Jean said. "Why, your big cock's just made for sucking. Giving you head would be a pleasure. It's not often you run across that much meat on the hoof, stud."
"Do you really think so?" he asked, beaming proudly.
"Just wait, fucker, until you get out of here," she said. "You get me alone with your cock, and I'll show you what the word blowjob really means." Barbara Jean winked lasciviously at Johan and let her tongue stick out of her mouth, moistening her lips provocatively.
Johan felt his fucked-out cock give an involuntary lurch and he knew that his randy old cock would be working up a new hard-on just from listening to Barbara's exciting words. But now his meat just nestled heavily against his thighs, arching down over his thoroughly drained but unusually large balls.
"Just you wait," Johan said, "I'll take you up on that. I've never met the person who could suck my cock the way it should be sucked."
"Well," she said, "you have now, donkey dick. It's a date. I owe you one special head job. Only now, as much as I'd like to hang around until you can work up another erection, I think I'd better leave and give the nurses a chance to get at your hunky body."
Barbara Jean winked good-bye and Johan's enraptured eyes watched her buttocks undulate sexily until the door of his room closed behind her wanton, sexpot body.
"Hi, Erik," she said. "Did you come to see me?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, flopping down on the grass. "Why don't you sit down here and rest."
"Okay, for a while, I guess," Denise said, sitting down beside Erik and nervously plucking at the grass.
Erik, trying to remember all the things his aunt had told him, and the things she did, let his hand rest casually on Denise's bare skin just above her knee and below the bottom of her shorts. "Gee, Denise," he said, "I never noticed before, but you're kind of pretty."
"If you say so," she said, looking at his hand on her leg and feeling it testing heavily there and… well, she wasn't quite sure, but it did seem to be moving just a bit closer to her shorts.
"I mean, well, you're growing up," he said, staring at the front of her T-shirt where the twin tipped mounds pushed the thin fabric out. "And your mouth, your lips are sure pretty."
He leaned over and kissed her quickly on the lips, just barely touching them, but he could still taste her flesh on his mouth. At the same time his hand moved noticeably higher, almost but not quite to the edge of her shorts.
"Oh," she said, "you can't do that."
"Okay," he said, "then I guess I didn't. But you sure taste good. You know, you shouldn't be ashamed of your body, and the way it reacts. I just learned that."
Denise was quite aware of the way her body was reacting. Already a faint glow was forming just beneath her groin and spreading through her pussy. His hand was hot to her flesh and his fingertips were moving slowly beneath the edge of her shorts, touching her pale white flesh.
"Something really exciting happened to me, too," he said.
"Oh yeah, like what?" she asked, fighting off the urge to push his hand away from her.
"Promise you won't tell anyone?" he asked.
"Well, sure," she said. "I guess you're just about my best friend anyway."
"I… I," he stammered for a moment, then blurted it out. "I… had sex. Really. And it was good."
Denise was astonished and it showed in her face. "I don't believe you," she said. "You're just making it up. How did it happen? What did you do? Tell me."
"It just sort of happened," he saw, pushing his fingers higher up inside her shorts, finally making contact with the lace-trimmed edge of her tiny panties. "The first thing I knew I didn't have any clothes on and she was down on her knees in front of me and she just… well, she put my thing in her mouth and sucked it until… until I… uh…"
"Oh, that's disgusting," Denise said, her hand flying to her mouth to cover it.
"Oh, no," Erik said, taking her hand in his and bringing it quickly to his crotch, pushing it against the hard outline of his cock and at the same time slipping his fingers inside her panties and touching the dampness of her pussy. "Can't you feel mine? I can feel yours."
Denise broke free of his grip and stood up abruptly, jerking his hand out of her shorts at the same time and releasing her grip on his cock as if it was a red-hot branding iron.
Erik jumped up and called after her, "Tomorrow, after school?"
"Yeah, I guess," she called back, not even looking over her shoulder to see him, to see that heavy erection pushing out the front of his tight cut-offs. She was far too occupied with the nagging throbs deep within her belly, coming from somewhere inside her unused cuntal walls.