The bedroom door and the wooden shutters at the windows were closed, shutting off almost all light in the room. The one shaft of light, streaming from the partially open bathroom door, fell across their bodies, diagonally bisecting his abdomen and the lower part of her naked thighs. If she didn't think about it, Valerie could almost forget that it was her husband's brother she was fucking.
It's not really incest, she had told herself as she had let herself be pushed onto the unmade bed, because he's not a blood relation. And I'm almost divorced Jim, so he's not even really my brother-in-law. When she had helped him wedge the music teacher into her closet she had taken a good look at Rich's amused face. If it wasn't for the differences in our age, she had thought, we might have gotten together anyway. And when he had stripped the housecoat from her body again, his knuckles grazing her shivering tits, she had thought, If he wasn't so crass, I might even do all these nasty things willingly. The ex-Marine had shoved her onto the bed and crawled after her, his muscled shoulders flexing like a tiger about to spring. And she had looked at his steady eyes in the ray of light from the bathroom door, her hands lifted to push against the well-delineated outlines of his bronze, muscular chest. And she had admitted to herself, If he wasn't forcing me, I would even find him attractive. If the circumstances were different, I could let him ball me all day and do whatever strange things he wanted to do. I'd even lick his ass again, I think.
But there were too many "ifs" involved. And her Irish-Catholic upbringing repeatedly spoiled her attempted rationalizations. Rich was her husband's brother, and what she was doing was incestuous. Even when she squirmed with the sinful pleasure of it, it was still wrong.
I just can't think about it now, she told herself. I won't think about it. If I think about it now, I'll go crazy. I'll think about it tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. I'll take a bath, and I'll think about it tomorrow. Tomorrow is time enough to think about the fires of that Irish hell.
It was a different kind of heat she felt now, but it was real, and therefore all the more intense. Straddling her brother-in-law's thighs, her knees pressed against the curves of his hipbone, Valerie felt his long cock pulse hotly within her channel. During the year and a half of her marriage, Jim had never allowed her to assume this kind of dominant position. Now she found it all the more stimulating, for not only could she exert the control to keep his fat log riding continuously against her clitoris, but, for the first time in the perverted orgy, Rich had permitted her to take the aggressive position. Although she realized she was exaggerating her control, it increased her pleasure to imagine that she was actually dominating this chauvinistic ex-Marine. During the first few moments after she had wedged his fat hard-on into her slit, she had ground her cunt down around him slowly, imagining herself as some kind of sexual torturess with Rich as her helpless victim.
But now, as her brother-in-law began to thrust up beneath her, she was less sure about who was the victim and who the torturer. In this position his cock probed even deeper than it had before. And it was so thick that it stuffed her completely, riding continually across her clitoris. As the friction-stimulated temperature rose within her cunt she seemed to lose more and more control of herself and she could feel her cunt churning out more of its thick honey to lubricate the passage of the huge cock lodged so firmly between her legs.
Rich slid his hand along the back of her thigh to clutch at her plump white buttocks. His cock shot up into her so that she leaned forward away from the shock of his penetration. Her smoky hair fell over his face and he rose up a little from the pillow, his mouth welding itself to her moist, unresisting lips. Valerie's mouth was filled with his churning tongue, just as her pussy was stuffed with his cock. She moaned wantonly as the saliva from his mouth was spread over her lips, even as the mucus secreted by her cunt was being massaged into her cunt by the steady thrusting of his hard, hot cock.
When she backed away from his mouth, his cock drove even deeper into the churning clasp of her cunt. She whimpered a little, but at the same time began to thrust herself down over his burning cock. The long slick, deliberate strokes of his cock caressed her clitoris, creating a delicious itching throughout her entire body.
Then, without stopping his thrusts into her from below Rich lifted his hands to her softly bouncing breasts. He cupped the firm mounds and squeezed them firmly, feeling both nipples at once with his thumb and index finger. They hardened instantly under his gentle pinch. It hurt her a little, but she liked it. In the brief afterglow of the sensation, she could feel her nipples hardening even more between the hard vise of his fingers.
Lifting herself with her legs, she jerked away from his hand. She had raised herself almost completely away from his hard-on and when she fell back on it, her brother-in-law's cock buckled at the middle in a brief moment of agonizing pressure. Then the greased cylinder stiffened and shot into her with even greater force than before.
"Unnngghh!" Valerie moaned. She grabbed him by the shoulders and swung her head from side to side, her smoky hair flying.
When Rich made a particularly long thrust into her the itch within her drooling pussy exploded instantly as the bloated head of his cock stretched the inner lining of her cunt and plowed upward toward her womb. The incredible depth of this stroke shocked her so much that she had to fight for breath, her big tits bouncing wildly with the effort.
Her cunt clamped down around his prick with a strength that was almost virginal, releasing its hold on his embedded cock only long enough for him to start his retreat. Her buttocks rose from his thighs to accommodate his thrusts and she ground her pussy down on him with a savage intensity.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "Oh, God!"
"You like it on top, huh?" Rich asked her.
"Unnggh!" she moaned, desperate to bring on the orgasm she felt building within her fiery depths.
Without waiting for an intelligible reply, the muscular young man seized her buttocks and lifted her until his cock had nearly oozed out of her wet cunt. When he released her, she impaled herself once more by the force of her own weight.
A low animal groan of lust rolled from her throat. The friction of his swollen rod had been pleasant as it retreated along her clasping flesh, but when his hot cock shot into her so unexpectedly Valerie groaned and writhed on his upthurst tool as though she were losing her mind.
With some difficulty, Rich bent at the waist and began to chew at her breasts. Like cream-filled balloons they buffeted either side of his face. He sucked at one succulent nipple, then the other. Valerie leaned forward and urged the soft flesh of her tits into his burning mouth, still continuing to thrust her pussy down around the stretching thickness of his erection. She had long since stopped wandering who was the dominator and who the dominated. It didn't matter any more. She felt totally and mindlessly depraved. And she loved every minute of it.
Then Rich flopped back on the pillow, his strong fingers once again clasping her buttocks. Up and down, again and again, he swung her. Valerie slid on his greased rod with an increasing rapidity, her movements blurring until it was all one motion and her groans had become one long, continuous moan of animal lust.
When Rich let go of her with his hands, Valerie kept the fucking motion going by herself, her cunt sucking voraciously on his shaft as she pulled up, her labia forced inward as she ground herself down on his plunger. Now that his hands were free, Rich caught her nipples between his fingers and pinched them cruelly. But this stimulation only served to bring her ever closer to the breaking pitch.
Valerie bucked against him with mounting vigor, thrusting herself down on his cock so that his sliding foreskin rippled over her clitoris like jellied fire. His fingers followed her reddened nipples no matter where she was in her cycle of impalement, nipping and pinching the nubby pouts as she drew herself up on his cock only to sink deeper and harder around him again and again.
Her breath grew even more shallow. Her skin tingled as though the cells in it were exploding like miniature electric fuses. She felt hot and cold at the same time, and she could feel the stinging perspiration drying on her forehead as though she were going to faint. At the same moment Rich began to hump up beneath her with an intensity that threatened to throw her off completely.
"Rich! Rich!" she groaned, her voice almost unrecognizable. "I'm coming again! I'm coming!"
Her brother-in-law sat up so suddenly that she fell over backward between his legs. In seconds he had scrambled over her, holding her legs over his shoulders, his hard cock still gripped by the slathering lips of her cunt.
Without missing a stroke he continued to drive into her as her legs locked around his neck. His hands sought wildly for a grip on her shuddering tits, and his hard mouth slid desperately over her lips, her chin, nose and eyes. His breath grew ragged as he pummeled into her.
"Unnh-unnh-unnh," she moaned in time to his thrusts. Her hands clawed wildly at his waist as his hard-on plunged hotly into her depths.
"Fuck, bitch, fuck!" he urged her, punctuating his words with a jarring slam against her swollen labia.
Then, at the first splash of his scalding sperm against the walls of her womb, the crest of Valerie's second climax washed over her like a flood. The foaming heat of his cum splashed and rolled into her, then back along the pounding length of his throbbing cock. She could feel her channel milking him again and again. She ground her head back into the mattress and tried to scream to relieve the tension, but the cords of her throat had become so taut that the only sound she made was a horrible kind of gurgling gasp. Her arms shot out at her sides and she grabbed onto the sheets, gripping them until her knuckles were white. She could no longer even respond to his thrusts. Her inner muscles seemed to dissolve around him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" he demanded, shaking the sweat from his face, pounding into her until she thought he would rip her open.
But even though she tried, Valerie couldn't lift her hips to meet his strokes. Though her orgasm continued to tingle through her body, she was exhausted.
Rich shafted barbarically into her, the thick wads of his sperm shooting into her like white-hot tracer bullets. He raised himself to a push-up position and jack-hammered his tensing buttocks down on her, the greasy shaft of his cock sliding along the top of her slit into her soaking channel. His biceps twitched erratically from the effort to hold his position as her legs slithered off his shoulders. But he continued to pour his prickling sperm into her until he could support himself on his arms no longer.
Then he fell against her breasts, their wet skins sliding together with a slightly gritty sensation. The gusts of breath from his nostrils stirred the tangled curls of her hair beneath his cheek.
They lay silently together for several minutes. Then Valerie slowly became aware of a feeling of being watched. It took her some effort to push Rich's sweating body away from her, and she couldn't help grimacing as his softened cock slurped out of her distended labia.
Her father-in-law had seen enough of her body that she needn't bothered to cover herself, but she instinctively pulled a corner of the sheets over her breasts as she turned toward the doorway.
"I would've knocked first," her roommate said, "but I thought you must be alone."
"Jeanne!" Valerie gasped, pulling the sheet closer over her breasts. She glanced down at her naked brother-in-law lying face down beside her, his perspiring buttocks only inches from her hand.
"Wow!" the peroxide blonde cooed, leaning on the frame of the bedroom door. Her eyes unashamedly scanned the nude body beside her roommate and she made a low whistling sound. "That's what I call a body!" she whispered. "Is he asleep? I'd like to see the rest of the equipment," she smirked. "If it's half as good as his ass looks, you must've had a terrific time. But who's the old duffer asleep on the couch? He looks like Jim's father."
Valerie was too astounded by her roommate's casual attitude even to speak for some seconds. "It's Jim's father," she said at last.
"What!" Jeanne gasped. She pointed to the body on the bed. "But Jim never had an ass like that!" she giggled.
Rich rolled over on his side, his heavy cock lying along his thigh, and supported his head with his elbow. He wiped the hair off his forehead and looked at the pretty blonde in the doorway.
"I'm his brother," he said.
When Valerie saw her roommate's eyes widen in shocked delight, she thought she would die of embarrassment.
"Well," Jeanne giggled, "I guess it's all in the family." She frowned a little, then lowered her voice to whisper to Valerie. "But I wish you'd saved a little for your poor roommate."
Rich scratched at the underside of his testicles. "There's always more," he said. "Take off your clothes and help yourself."
Jeanne covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, "You're kidding!"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Rich asked, spreading his legs a little to give her a better view of his heavy-hanging cock and balls.
"Val!" Jeanne giggled. "I didn't know you were so naughty!"
Valerie cringed on the bed, covering herself more fully with the sheet. This has got to be a nightmare, she thought. In a minute I'll wake up and laugh at myself. But the jingle of Jeanne's dog's collar in the other room seemed altogether too realistic a detail for a dream.
Jeanne dropped her purse by the doorway and stepped into the bedroom. She hesitated, looking from Rich to Valerie. "Really!" she giggled. "This is wild, wild! Are you sure you don't mind, Val?"
Rich swung his legs off the mattress and sat on the edge of the bed combing the hair away from his forehead. "Of course she doesn't mind," he said. "Take off that dress and let's have a look at what you've got to contribute to the party."
What a surprise you're going to get, buster, Valerie thought, eyeing Jeanne's padded bust-line. Then she added, Now you can fuck her and give me a little rest. But she watched disbelievingly as her giggling roommate quickly undressed and hung her clothes in the closet, opening her side of the cabinet without even being aware that there was a third man sleeping almost at her feet.
"What's this?" Rich asked her, pointing at the bowl of soggy breakfast food on the table in front of him.
"It used to be Grape Nuts," she said, watching Jeanne pat her hair into place in front of the closet mirror.
When Rich pulled the bowl of cereal over to him and held it in his palm with one hand, the bowl looked absurdly small. He spooned a mouthful up and pointed to Jeanne with the full spoon.
"Not much meat on you, is there?" he asked, slurping the soggy cereal into his mouth.
Jeanne shook her platinum hair around her shoulders and walked over to the bed until her copper-colored cunt was at eye level with the munching ex-Marine.
"Didn't you ever hear about redheads?" she asked him coquettishly, ignoring her roommate on the opposite side of the bed.
"You may have a hot cunt," Rich said between mouthfuls, "but there's not much to it." He held the bowl between his widespread legs, his cock and balls hanging over the edge of the bed.
"There'll be plenty for you, big boy," Jeanne said, giving her cunt a bump and grind in his direction.
Valerie was shocked at the wanton behavior of her roommate, but she was secretly satisfied that Rich was behaving so disinterestedly.
Jeanne crouched down so that she could look beneath the bowl in his hand at his cock.
"Does it ever get hard?" she asked mockingly. "It looks like it might be fun if you could put a little starch in it."
Rich set the spoon down in the bowl. "There'll be starch in it soon enough, slut," he said casually. He reached over with one hand and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her against the edge of the bed so that his cock hung down over her forehead like an obscene amulet.
Valerie watched in the closet mirror as Jeanne giggled and caressed the skin-covered head of the big hose with her red-lacquered nails.
"Does it like to be kissed?" Jeanne asked him, looking up past his cock and the bowl to his face.
Rich chewed and swallowed, then wiped a tiny drip of milk from his chin. "Forget the kiss," he said. "Just blow me. You know you're hot to get your mouth around it."
Jeanne snorted. "You're not even hard yet!" she told him.
Valerie could see in the mirror how her roommate was spreading her legs to give Rich a more enticing view of her carrot-colored cunt. Jeanne fingered her labia, then arched her neck so that she could touch the tip of Rich's cock with her tongue. Valerie's eyes widened at the sudden depravity of her girl friend. What's gotten into herd she wondered. She's absolutely cock-crazy!
"You going to keep eating that mush, or what?" Jeanne demanded, licking her lips.
Rich reached down with one hand and stuffed the head of his cock back into the blonde's unprotesting mouth.
"Don't worry about it," he said, filling his mouth again. "Even a Marine has to take an energy break sometime."
Valerie looked toward the open doorway as she heard her father-in-law stumble against the coffee table.
"Jesus H. Christ!" the old man rumbled drunkenly. "There's a fucking dog licking my balls!"