It was over but not finished. The cataclysm had ceased; but, Melissa still hadn't come back down to earth. Her eyes tightly clenched shut, Melissa was enjoying the sensual aftermath. As her brother moved, Melissa moved with him, suspecting that any new positioning he desired would only – in the end – mean more pleasure for her.
Melissa was her brother's slave. She was his to do with what he may. He had shown Melissa that she hadn't really known her own mind. What would he show her now?
Creagon worked his arms between Melissa and the rug of the floor, pulling her back in tightly against his chest. He then rolled gently, going to his back, bringing Melissa over on top of him so that her face, her breasts and her pussy were facing the ceiling – Creagon's cock still enlodged to its balls up Melissa's cum-drenched asshole.
Melissa's head dropped back on her neck, her left cheek laid out against Creagon's right one.
"It was good, wasn't it, sister?" Creagon whispered in Melissa's ear, his breath warm.
"Yes… oh, yes, oh, yes," Melissa muttered in reply, knowing that her brother's cock was still hard, still able to carry on whenever he wanted.
"It'll even be better soon," Creagon promised.
"Mmmmmmmm," Melissa moaned, her body giving a shiver in anticipation.
Creagon opened his thighs, letting Melissa's lower body drop to the floor between them. He then raised his legs off the floor and crooked them so that his heels could securely lock over Melissa's ankles. Then, he opened his legs wider, forcing Melissa's thighs to spread open further with them. Simultaneously, Creagon's hands had once again found Melissa's wrists. He had brought the woman's arms up and across her breasts, holding them in position.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Melissa moaned sensuously, feeling the air moving in to caress her lewdly displayed cunt, feeling the delectable drooling of her brother's cum as it drained down around his submerged cock shaft to an eventual beading within the hair on Creagon's balls.
What was next? Oh, what wondrous, wondrous ecstasy waited just on the horizon?
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhhrrrrr!" Melissa groaned helplessly as she felt something touching her vagina.
And, how could Creagon manage that? His legs held hers open and locked to the floor. His hands and arms held hers hard to her breasts. Creagon only had the two legs… he only had the two hands.
Melissa's eyes popped open, feeling two hands suddenly gripping her thighs. She tried to sit up; but, Creagon held her secure. But, her head was able to get enough elevation to confirm her horror.
Melissa's sister-in-law was naked and kneeling on the floor between Melissa and Creagon's open thighs, her hands resting on Melissa's creamy upper legs.
And if that horrible obscenity wasn't enough, Melissa's naked husband was standing just to the right of the doorway, his hand slowly pumping his blood-engorged cock. John was looking down on the menage on the floor before him, his eyes slightly glazed.
Oh, God, how much of what had come before had he seen?
Melissa felt her body flush with embarrassment. Her preoccupation with only the pleasure momentarily fled her. She could now only imagine what a lewd picture she must have cut, pinned as she was on her brother's hard cock, her legs splayed, her sister-in-law (her brother's wife, her husband's sister) poised between Melissa's legs.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Christ!" Melissa moaned, not in pleasure but in mortification.
What had she let happen? How had she possibly allowed herself to succumb? She had been a fool! It all became even further degrading when she realized that Marne and John must have been involved in this travesty all along.
"Don't worry, honey," Marne said, flashing the wide-eyed Melissa a big smile, "the good times are just beginning."
"Oh… let me up!" Melissa said, struggling to be free. She wanted up. She wanted to go someplace to hide. What had she done? WHAT HAD SHE DONE? Oh, God, but she felt dirty… degraded… humiliated.
But, Creagon wouldn't let her up. His arms held Melissa's upper torso secure. His legs held hers anchored to the floor, Melissa's thighs lewdly displayed to Marne and John's viewing. Melissa's struggles only caused her ass to work up and down, around and around, the cock that still plugged it.
"Ohhhhh, pleeeeeeeez, let me up!" Melissa begged, wondering if she was ever going to get over the shame that now filled her.
"Don't get up just on my account," John said sarcastically. He had a funny expression on his face that Melissa couldn't quite explain. John's right hand had stopped on one of the upswings over his large cock, his thumb now making small circles over his rubbery cockhead as he smeared his pre-seminal juices to the corona.
"Melissa doesn't really want up," Creagon said, his voice now a low obscenity being whispered in Melissa's ear.
"I want up!" Melissa contradicted, giving an upward heave that raised her ass almost clear of her brother's cock and then dropped it down again. A shudder of livid pleasure flushed through Melissa's body as a result.
"The company has just gotten her a little upset, I'll bet," Marne said, her grin widening. She turned to give her brother a wink. "How about if I show her we're, friendly?"
"Be my guest," John answered with a shrug.
Melissa stiffened as Marne's right hand slid along the inside of Melissa's left thigh. Melissa gasped, struggling to free herself from those lecherous female fingers. Even as she was battling, though, Melissa was uncomfortably aware of a tiny spark of unwanted pleasure igniting between her legs.
What if her father could see her now? What if the nuns at the convent school could see her?
Huge wet tears were in Melissa's eyes and flowing down over her satin cheeks. Even if no one else ever did know of this depravity except the people in this room, Melissa would never be able to face any decent human being again with a clear conscience.
Melissa began to helplessly plead with them all. "Pleeeeeeez… pleeeeeeeez… pleeeeeeeeeeeeez!"
Marne gave Melissa a silly little grin and then dropped her face down between Melissa's legs. Marne fastened her hungry mouth over the lips of Melissa's cunt, gently forcing her tongue out and in between the futilely resisting cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh… no… God… oh…no!" Melissa groaned helplessly. Her head flopped back on her neck. She found herself seeing nothing but the ceiling. She closed her eyes, somehow hoping that she could find unconsciousness in the blackness.
She… had… her… sister-in-law's… mouth… at… her… cunt! She had her brother's cock stuffed up her asshole. She had her husband watching, beating on his meat like a lecherous voyeur!
It wasnt possible! None of it could be humanly possible!
Marne's tongue flicked in and out, then pressed deep into Melissa's cuntal throat.
Melissa continued to try to get free until the last of what little strength she had was drained away. She then submitted weakly. She lay on top of her brother's chest and belly, sobbing softly as Marne's tongue roamed at will over and in the slash between Melissa's obscenely splayed legs.
Marne moved the palms of her hands so that her thumbs could seek out the fleshy edges of Melissa's cunt. She then pressed to make the softly hair-fringed lips pout to expose the pink, glistening little hole beyond.
Marne smacked her lips lewdly and returned her tongue to the delicious vee of Melissa's spread crotch. Her tongue flicked in and out of Melissa's cunt, running over the pouted pussy lips with lascivious expectation. Then, darting forth like a snake tongue, it slipped once more into the very depths of Melissa's throbbing vagina.
"God, God, noooooooo!" Melissa cried out as the lewdly delicious sensations roared through her cunt and fanned out into the rest of her body. Convulsively, against all of her conscious efforts to control them, her legs jerked even wider apart.
Marne's tongue was back, running the length of Melissa's cuntal furrow, probing and exploring until it located Melissa's blood-glutted clitoral nub.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Melissa squealed at the contact.
With a maddening spiral motion of her tongue, Marne licked Melissa's quivering little erection. Melissa continued to whine with agonizing pleasure, torn between the ecstasy and the shame.
Finally Marne's mouth closed in over the hardened clitoris, breathing heavily as she began to suck on the taut stub of flesh as if it were a straw through which she was expecting to siphon nourishment. She followed by giving the tender nub of flesh a small nibble with her teeth.
"Aaaaaggggeeeeeaaaaiiiiiii!" Melissa cried out in tortured pleasure/pain. She arched upward, struggling once more to free herself from the cock up her ass and from the tongue at her cunt. Then with a mingled gurgling of pure ecstasy, her body shivered with an orgasm.
Marne's tongue slithered in and out a few more times and then pulled free. Marne, her face wet with Melissa's cunt juices, came up for air.
"My turn," John said. "Seems it's about time the husband took some of what was rightfully his, doesn't it?"
Melissa's eyes came open again. Her head came up. She watched horror-stricken as Marne got up and John came walking towards Melissa with his cock weaving back and forth in front of his muscled belly.
What was the bastard thinking? Jesus, she had a cock up her ass already! She couldn't possibly take John's stiffness up her cunt at the same time, could she?
"Christ, John, no! You'll split me!"
John, though, only grinned. He took his thick cock in his right hand and knelt down in the space Marne had just vacated. He guided his cockhead toward the vertical little spit-washed mouth between his wife's creamy legs. He pushed forward insistently until his thick, rubbery cockhead slipped through the long blonde strands of Melissa's pubic hair and to the slightly pouted lips of Melissa's pulsating pussy.
"John… Noooooooo!" Melissa gasped, holding her breath as feelings of uncontrollable desire mixed with the agonizing guilt still inside her. She fought hard to control the delicious tremblings that shivered through her belly, thinking all the while of the disgrace of this whole vile scene.
As the enormous head of John's cock pushed harder and harder against Melissa's cunt mouth, Melissa let her head drop back once again so that she at least wouldn't have to witness the expression of supreme triumph that would undoubtedly soon be registered on her husband's face.
With a sudden bucking of his hips, John's cock came forward to penetrate into the narrow tightness of the cuntal split.
"John!" Melissa grunted, feeling an unexpected elation warming her whole being. "Oh… Jesus… John… John… John!"
John gave another forceful thrusting of his hips, plunging his cock deeper and deeper until it seemed to Melissa as if his cockhead was thrust to the very center of her being. Forbidden waves of painful ecstasy came rolling through her. Without success, Melissa tried to save herself from the ultimate humiliation of enjoying this dual raping of her body.
Melissa's body gave one final jerk as John at last impaled his cock to its total length into Melissa's trembling insides.
Within Melissa's belly, two cocks rested belly-to-belly, separated only by the thin membrane that divided Melissa's cunt cavity from her asshole.
Melissa felt stuffed to the brim.
"You love it, don't you, you cunt of a wife of mine?" John asked, his voice a mocking leer.
Melissa's lips trembled. She tried to stifle another sob. She refused to answer him. She refused! She refused! She refused!
"Tell him, Melissa," her brother cajoled, feeling his own cock regaining whatever degree of hardness it had lost during his orgasm up his sister's ass.
Melissa refused!
"Tell him, honey," Marne said, sitting now on the edge of the bed, her right hand almost completely buried up her cunt. She was really turned-on by the sight of Melissa getting plugged at both ends by husband and brother.
Still, Melissa refused!
John pulled back on his cock and then fucked it forward, once again stabbing Melissa's trembling pussy.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhhhh!" Melissa squealed in a long wailing of pleasure/pain.
John withdrew again, holding just his cockhead inside of Melissa's cunt lips.
"You love it, don't you, Melissa?" John asked again. His tone was confident, as if he already knew the answer while being somewhat surprised by it.
And, did he know the answer? Did he? Did he?
"Y-yes!" Melissa gasped, frankly terrified that she might indeed be enjoying this perversity.
"Yes what?" John asked. He marveled at what he had seen happening to his wife beneath her brother's sexual pumping. He marveled at what was happening to her now.
Creagon had been right about Melissa all along! Thank God for Creagon!
"Yes," Melissa moaned. "I… I… I… do love it."
And, she did! Yes, by God, she did!
"Want more of my cock?" John asked. "Want more of your husband's fucking prick?"
"Yes, John! Jesus, yes! Give me more of your lovely prick!"
"Say 'Fuck my cunt with your hard meatiness, husband!' I want to hear you say it."
Melissa's head rolled on her neck. Tears were flooding down her face. But, they were no longer tears of shame. Melissa was crying because she really did want her husband's cock inside of her. She wanted it where but just a few hours before she had been convinced she could have gotten along just fine for the rest of her life without another male penis screwing inside of her. And, what kind of sterile life would that have been? What pleasures would have been lost to her?
"Oh, John… husband John. Please fuck me… please fuck me… please screw me with your stiff meatiness!"
John slipped his hands beneath his wife's smoothly rounded ass cheeks. He then slugged his cock back inside of her, feeling his cock belly gliding against the hard slideway made by Creagon's cock up Melissa's rectum.
John fucked in and out of his wife's tightly fitting pussy, using long, smooth strokes, driving his cock deep up inside the wetness and then pulling it out again until only his cockhead remained inside.
And, Melissa's groans turned to soft mewls of pleasure as John continued to fuck… and to fuck… and to fuck.
John's screwing cadence began to get wilder – harder and faster.
Melissa felt on fire. Exquisite tongues of flame seemed to be searing her loins. Her belly quivered in the heat. Her ass jiggled over the phallic stake her anus was still securely impaled upon.
Melissa became possessed of an insane lust that canceled out everything except the wondrous feeling of her husband's driving penis skewering her cunt while her brother's cock skewered her rectum.
John thrust again and again. His cock pulsed as it was driven nearer and nearer an impending climax.
John felt Melissa's cunt quivering spasmodically around his prick. Melissa's cunt walls then suddenly collapsed around John's fucking penis.
"Ohhhhhhh… fucking God!" Melissa squealed loudly. "I'm… I'm… Jesus… I'm cummmming. I'm cummmmmming. I'm… ohhhhhhhh… I'mmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmming!"
John's own lust-tormented cock ballooned in sensual ecstasy. The juices inside of John's testicles seemed to explode. A white, hot liquid churned as it raced the length of John's bone-hard prick and then spewed into the depths of Melissa's sucking pussy.
"Take it!" John commanded. "Take it! Jesus, take it!"
And, Melissa took it all right. She took all that John had to offer as well as the rumbling gushes of milk her brother's cock was soon erupting up her anus.
She took it! She took it! She took it!
And, when she had taken it all, she found she couldn't wait to get some more.