The next morning after Stephen had left for work, Gillian ran last night's events through her head. Something had changed her husband drastically-something she had no control over. The young housewife moaned involuntarily. Who was putting these lewd, obscene thoughts into her husband's head? There was but one finger to be pointed, and that was at Frank Edwards, the hot-shot film director.
It seemed as if Frank was suddenly becoming the producer and director of their lives. His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Stephan were doing and enjoying, and it was an intolerable intrusion. Before that horrible movie camera showed up at their house, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his fucking, had seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive, moral wife. But not anymore! She felt incapable of keeping up with his growing needs in the world where nothing mattered but debauched eroticism.
Only the liquor she had drunk last night had loosened her to the point where she too was aroused by lewd movie films, though, she now decided with a shudder, nowhere as strongly excited by them as was her husband.
And it was the drinking that had made her able to participate willingly with Stephan, to actually be naked and be screwed before the movie camera!
Those damned films! Everything seemed to center around them. Stephan had been more interested in them last night than he had been in fucking his own wife! His constant running back and forth changing film, his snappish answers to her pleas for understanding and patience at her ignorance, of his still more angry response when she refused to take his cock in her mouth…
Oh, God! It was all getting out of hand! What could she do? How could she once more garner her husband's attention? She dwelled on the subject, brooding over the loss of his interest in her, over the way he was turned on by the films, over the way her pussy tingled when she saw them herself. She suddenly stood bolt upright.
"No! I'm not like that! I don't like seeing others fuck. No, it's my husband who's like that now, thanks to his brother…not me! Not me!
Never!"
Yet the more her conscious mind rejected the idea that she was incited by such films to almost overwhelming passion, the more her subconscious mind admitted it. Deep, deep down, underneath all the excuses and rationales she could muster, beat the emotional heart of a truly pagan woman of lust.
Although she didn't know it, all it would take to strip the layers away and bare her soul was the right combination, a combination that her husband and his newfound friends were busily working on, and one which fate would soon take a hand in as well.
What could she do to please her husband? The movies-she had the feeling that in them lay the answer.
With a distraught sigh, the young housewife poured herself a cup of coffee and took it into the living room, and plumped up a billowy cushion on the couch and comforted herself. Stephan had cautiously put the movie camera away, but bits and pieces of evidence still lay scattered about the living room.
Her eyes fell on a cassette that had been left in the viewer, forgotten in the frenzy of last night's debauchery, and a growing, almost gnawing tingling started again in her cunt down between her legs as she cast her thoughts momentarily from her own agony to the predicament of other wives who suddenly found themselves thrust into this situation. What would they do?
She turned on the viewer and sat back, tilting the rim of the coffee cup to her lips, her eyes never leaving the image of herself, completely naked, her tits thrust out in open invitation to lust. It set her subconscious at work again, building the fires of prurient desires faster than her consciousness could bank the flames. She tightened her inner thigh muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her sensual nature, and she was unable to.
Something else had happened. Frank had started something with his instant movies and there was no way to reverse the act. Why not become a swinger? If her husband enjoyed looking at films of people fucking each other, then why not give him the entree instead of the appetizer?
The thought made her gasp! What would that lead to? Would the next step be joining movie camera clubs? But she had to have a solution, even if it meant breaking down and talking to Frank; she needed to see him if she was going to hang on to Stephan. Trembling, she downed the coffee.
It wasn't going to do much to her pride to talk to Frank, but there was no other way. This way she would be pleasing her husband, wouldn't she?
Yes, and not only would the movies themselves make him respond, but it would give her time to adjust to this new licentious life-style. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to ease into these new values that permeated their screwing these days.
She would have to see Frank first. He might be able to help her. He was so worldly, and so used to swinging. He would know what to do. What if he said the only way to help her was to screw her? What would she do then? She would have to handle that if and when the matter came up.
Gillian rose quickly to her feet, grabbed her purse, and almost ran out the door to the car. She had to see Frank now, before she changed her mind. If she didn't take advantage of the mood she was in right now, she doubted that she would ever be able to muster enough courage to see Frank and let him help her free herself for Stephan. Free herself so that she would not be afraid to take her husband's cock in her mouth and suck it till he came and came, swallowing his cum as though it were the very food on which she lived, which in a sense it was. She had to do this now, because she was afraid of losing Stephan, and she couldn't bear to live without him. If keeping him meant that she would have to go and see Frank and confide in him and accept his advice and help, then she would. She had to.
Frank had never made any bones about the way he fucked around, and when she and Stephan had first been married, Frank had even gone so far as to make the lewd suggestion that they get together, both the brothers and their wives, and have a little fun. She had been horrified, but Stephan had been strangely silent, and there had been an intensity in his eyes as he watched her and waited for her response that had bothered her, almost as if he had wanted her to say yes. And now there was his new behavior. He was so hung up on the movie films, and all of the sudden he was spending a lot of time with his brother, and then there was that mysterious evening the other night when he had gone over to Frank's studio and hadn't come home until the wee hours of the morning as drunk and tired as if he'd been at an orgy.
Stephan had wanted her to go with him, enjoy the films-take part in them, but he'd seemed afraid to tell her so. Instead, it was almost as if he wanted her to make the first move. Well, now she was. She would go to her brother-in-law and take Frank's advice, whatever it was, and do it for the sake of her marriage to Stephan. If in the end it meant that she had to fuck around a bit herself, then she would, she would do anything she had to do to keep her husband.
Gillian ran these thoughts and many others through her head as she drove along the road to her brother-in-law's house, and as she pulled into the driveway, she was relieved to see that Frank was home, and she wouldn't have to worry about seeing him another day.
Gillian took a deep breath and got out of her car. She walked slowly up to the front door of the house. She knocked on the door and waited nervously for someone to answer. She hoped that Taffy wasn't there. She rather liked her sister-in-law, but she didn't want her to hear what was bothering her. Taffy would find out about it sooner or later if things worked out with Frank today, because then they would probably all get together some night and have a wild party-or orgy, she should say, ashamed that she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of such a lewd happening. She shook her head as if it would stop her pussy from getting so hot. Those lewd fuck films had really stirred up a pandora's box. Here she was, standing in front of her brother-in-law's house with her pussy hot as it could be, and ready and willing to do anything at all that Frank told her to do. She had the feeling that that's what she was looking forward to, she wanted to break free of all the old sexual taboos that had been planted in her head from the first day of her life, and so here she was, a cunt on fire, hoping like hell that her brother-in-law would fuck it senseless. And Stephan was no better than she was, wanting her to pose for those lewd movies, and going off to Frank's studio till all hours of the night, probably participating in a wild orgy or something equally obscene.
She was startled from her thoughts by Frank opening the door.
"Why, Gillian, what a pleasant surprise!" But he didn't look surprised, there was a look in his eyes that seemed to say that he had been expecting her for some time and was finally rewarded for his patience.
It was almost as if he knew why she was here.
"Hello, Frank. I hope I'm not disturbing you." She looked nervously into the house hoping to see if anyone was with him, but she couldn't see past his shoulder. "I would like to talk to you for a moment if I could."
"Why sure, Gillian. Come on in." He stood aside as she walked into the living room.
She was startled to see that there was another man in the room seated at the couch. He stood up as she came in and introduced himself.
"You must be Gillian," he said extending his hand. "I'm Basil."
She shook his hand; it was warm and loose in hers, like a limp cock.
Basil offered her a seat next to him on the couch. She took it hesitantly, not quite sure of what else to do.
She had come here to spill her guts to Frank, not to Frank and some total stranger. Besides, there was something strange going on between the two men. They had been exchanging glances ever since she had come in, and she didn't like the lewdness in those looks. Both seemed to be stripping her cunt naked.
"How's Taffy?" she said trying to offset the strangeness of the two men with normality.
"Oh, she's out for the afternoon. Went shopping with some friends. Gone for the afternoon." He walked over to the bar and fixed them all a drink and came over to Gillian and handed her a glass. "Here, this will make you feel better."
She took it from him gratefully, knowing that she was going to need it if she was going to go through with the whole thing with Frank. She took a deep swallow, and sat on the edge of the couch.
"Could I talk to you, Frank?" She looked over at Basil and then, back to Frank. "Please, it's very important.
"Oh don't worry about Basil, he might be able to help you, too." He smiled and sat down next to Gillian so that she was hemmed in tightly between the two men. "In fact. I think we all know what's bothering you. Basil and I, why we've been watching Stephan for days now, and seen what was bothering him. So I think we know what the trouble is and what you want to do about it. Don't we?"
"Yes…" she whispered, suddenly realizing that that was the reason for their glances.
"Hey, look folks," Basil said rising from the couch. "I'll be right back, you all just try and settle this. I'll be right back."
Gillian sighed gratefully, not wanting Basil around when she talked to Frank, but she didn't see the lewdly cunning look that passed between the men as Basil went out of the room. And she wasn't aware of the camera that was mounted behind the mirror over the fireplace and which Basil was now going to set up for a filming of what was surely going to be a great seller in his film business. She just knew that he was going out of the room, and he wouldn't be listening to what she was going to say to Frank, or what might happen after everything had been said.
Gillian relaxed back against the cushions, happy that Basil was gone and that Frank understood why she needed to see him. He would help her, and everything would be all right.
Frank placed his hand upon Gillian's knee. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Gillian's, and Gillian could not help but feel a frightening tingle in her pussy at what he seemed to be suggesting even though it was in a way what she wanted to hear. It was true that they were alone in the living room and Gillian tried to speak about what was bothering her, but the words just wouldn't come out. It felt like there were thousands of people listening, and at any moment Basil might come walking in. Frank's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stockinged length of her thighs.
"Oh Frank, I've been so unsure of what to do." Though frightened of another man's touch, she made no move to stop him. The drink had made her head hum dizzily and between the liquor and the movie, she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the wet spot of her pussy, she was already getting wetter and wetter as Frank's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh…" she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her golden hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there, get it over with before she had any second thoughts!
Frank's fingers advanced across the bare top of Gillian's thighs. They tickled and teased her until he was sure that she was too hot to stop him. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.
"Ooooo!" Gillian cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her slippery wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Gillian felt in her loins.
"So my films finally heated your pussy?" Frank suddenly inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Gillian know that he was excited too. Yes, they had made her so hot that she had finger-fucked her own pussy until she had cum, and she needed to be screwed now so badly that she didn't know if she would be able to take his lewd manipulating of her cunt anymore without screaming. She wondered with a start if he planned to fuck her right now, in his living room!
"Yes, they made me so hot!" she moaned.
"Basil's hot to fuck you," her brother-in-law said, continuing his lazy friction up between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now.
Might give you a hint how to take care of big brother Stephan."
In spite of herself, Gillian bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young movie director was saying, and she knew that he had planned the whole thing, anyway. He wanted to fuck her and have Basil, whom she didn't even know, watching them while he took movie pictures of them screwing. She didn't know what to say to him, and she didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to course through her cunt and the thought of not only being fucked by another man but being filmed while doing it was suddenly less obscene and sent her pussy tingling hotly.
She felt a rush of shame as she saw Basil come back into the room with a smile on his face. There was no time to answer Frank's question.
Frank whispered in her ear, "Just follow my advice…go along with what I say. That's the only way to keep Stephan."
Gillian felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Frank had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Basil was right there at the couch, sitting back down.
It's horribly, horribly obscene, with Frank twisted toward me like that with his hand under my skirt and Basil sitting there watching him, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much to drink. She was relieved when Frank finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the front door. She knew he was going to lock it to make sure that no one came into the house for a certain amount of time. Enough time for them to fuck her.
While Frank was temporarily away from her side, Gillian could feel the other man leering at her, and she met his gaze with a frank stare of her own. He was attractive, though somewhat weak-looking. He looked like what he was, a man in the film business. When she had first met him a little over an hour ago, she had not been terribly impressed with what she had seen. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light. What was Frank going to make her do? She didn't possibly see how letting Basil touch her, fuck her, could have anything to do with making herself a better wife to Stephan. Then she remembered that Frank had mentioned putting on a show with Basil was included, which could only mean one thing: Basil and Frank were both going to fuck her and take movies of the whole thing!
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Frank coming back towards the couch. He didn't say a word as he sat down again beside Gillian, but she knew that he had planned it all before she had even come over, and that within moments he would do what he had wanted to do for a long time. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Frank's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had returned with an additional drink, and suggested that they all drink heartily. Both men's eyes twinkled and Basil's laugh filled the room. Had Frank spoken about her to Basil? Had they planned for something to happen if and when she came over?
Frank's middle finger surged close to her already seeping pussy nestled between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the blonde pussy hairs and inserting his thick finger into the wetness of her trembling cunt.
Was Frank using her? Or were they as a team setting out to really help her keep her husband? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain. She drank more of the mellow, smooth-tasting liquor and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising flames in her cunt as Frank's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening when a man other than her husband was worming his finger up her pussy hole, and Basil was sitting right there next to them, watching the whole thing.
"How does that finger feel up in your hot little pussy?" Frank asked.
Gillian flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Basil was flushing with arousal next to her.
"It…it feels…" she began. She must not break down now…since she had started it all anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden cunt. "Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the wet and sensitive pit of his sisterin-law's pussy hole.
"Good!" she blurted out.
Basil cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Frank had promised him something special if and when his sister-in-law came over. Something that would look great in a movie. Now, Basil was more than pleased to see that the fucking was going to be much more exciting than he would have imagined.
It was easy to get girls in the movies. Eager actresses were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing actress around who wanted to further her career. But Gillian Edwards…that was something else entirely! To see the beautiful and intelligent housewife beginning to sprawl down on the couch, right there next to him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense-now that was going to be one hell of a movie! Just watching Frank, who was at that moment fingering the wetly sucking cunt of this beautiful housewife, was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward on the couch watching Gillian's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Frank's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Gillian's dress.
He could feel his cock jerking painfully between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young film director had…to set such a thing up with his own sister-in-law! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get the most of the cunts he wanted. He had heard tales about Frank, about how the film director would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his movies. Maybe he should get in on the shooting end of the movies more often, that way he got to participate instead of just watching the final film. Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible.
Doing movies like this was the kind of spice he liked.
Frank was speaking calmly to the hotly aroused blonde now, and Basil tried to catch all of his words, but he could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Gillian not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.
"…know you like finger-fucking…my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt…squirm it…wiggle it…ugh! ugh! Is that deep enough for you…oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything…Basil knows it too. If you want me to I'll fuck you now."
With each word, Gillian seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Basil could see her spreading her legs wider and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Frank threw up Gillian's skirt with a sudden motion and invited the other man to watch what his fingers were doing. Gillian whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this strange man-and at the same time being finger-fucked by her brother-in-lawcreated a surge of fire that increased her arousal to such an extent that she groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to Basil now as he stared intently at the golden hair-fringed vee up between Gillian's widely spread legs. Frank had flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his blonde sister-in-law's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen sluicing slickly up into the hole of her wetly sucking pussy, appearing and disappearing as he fucked them again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
"Christ, Man!" Basil exclaimed. "You've really got her going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Frank obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set the pace.
Frank would stop whenever he thought Gillian was about to cum. He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic cumming, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him. He had done it to other women, and he knew that it worked. He wanted the first time she ever fucked without her husband to be so good that she would have to come back for more. This would be the first performance before a real camera too, though she didn't know that yet, but he knew she would do well-she had talent in her cunt.
"Come on!" he said to her. "Hurry up and strip and I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
With only a second's hesitation and with no thought of her husband, Gillian stood up. She wavered as she looked over at Basil's alert and deeply reddened face, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now even if he was watching. It would be worth it to feel Frank fucking her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a state of ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said! She had come over to see Frank to see if he would help her save her marriage and he was; he was liberating her sexual feelings by fucking her, and now she would be able to do anything for her Stephan, even take his cock into her mouth and suck it dry. It might be a strange way to do it, by cheating on her husband, but somehow, that was making it better for her.
She stood in front of the couch, in front of the two watching men and the hidden camera, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Basil watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Gillian possessed, but now he saw. She was going to make one hell of an addition to their film actresses, if she agreed. In fact she might just be the cunt they had been looking for to increase their sales. He couldn't think of many men who could pass up a body like hers.
Gillian's blouse was gone now and she stood in her skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely curves encased in tight-fitting brown leather boots. Her full, creamy thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her long nylon pantyhose clinging to her sensuously curved hips and thighs blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly Frank felt as if he and Gillian were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while Basil faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Gillian's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her whitely billowing tits swung into freedom. His cock throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the half-light of the living room, their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! She was a natural. Frank had to admit to himself that she was one sexy woman, a lot more sexy than he had thought. He stared at her standing there in just her leather boots, hose, and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned back to him, and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded asscheeks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Gillian stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high, rounded tits to the soft blonde-furred mound of her quivering young pussy.
Frank turned to look at Basil and saw Basil rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing cock.
Gillian was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd counter-time to the piped-in music. She pranced, hotly trembling, her tits dancing and her asscheeks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Frank said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."
Gillian approached, and stood before them. She was waiting for Frank's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling pussy. But instead of Frank, it was Basil who reached out for her while Frank sat motionless, watching.
"You're one gorgeous chick!" the blond man whispered, and his hands were on her asscheeks pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her hotly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender, hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their wetness.
She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the smooth white flesh of her quivering asscheeks. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked toward Frank for some assistance. Instead, Frank gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
"Try it…" he muttered. "You'll like it!"
With a shudder, Gillian realized that there was little she could do about the lewd, wet sucking that Basil was giving her cunt. She felt horrified that she had let herself become trapped into such a cheap scene. She had to learn to become more free with herself. And this was the way to do it, but she hadn't counted on a lewd cunt-licking or the presence of another man.
Basil flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Gillian's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of smooth cunt flesh as well as the curly blonde hair that protected them. Gillian jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the soft, hairlined lips up between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her wide-spread cant. Grunting, he moved toward her from his seat on the couch and kneeled in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue… slowly up and down in the nervous young blonde's pussy, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Gillian cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward.
But she felt Frank rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly on the rug, her legs lewdly spread and Basil kneeling up between them.
Oh God! Gillian thought. I came here with the idea of letting Frank fuck me, but not for some stranger to suck my cunt. This was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and degrading to have him kneeling and slurping like an animal down there between her legs.
Still Basil's tongue teased between her wide-spread cuntlips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling pussy through the palpitating narrowness of her cunt to the throbbing clit. The lewd flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clit, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will!
She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her brother-in-law was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to her throat.
The naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Basil continued his greedy lapping and panting at Gillian's helplessly exposed pussy.
The blond man's eyes peered up from his obscene task, and met those of Frank, who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of his sister-inlaw. Frank nodded it was fine for him to continue.
"She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.
Gillian's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else, as the soft, gentle stroking of her lover's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her quivering pussy. Her very nakedness, right there in her own brother-inlaw's living room, began to excite her and she could feel the fires burning brighter and hotter in her cunt as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away, that delicious feeling that she had with Stephan, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing now but a shamelessly writhing cunt, created for fucking and nothing else! That powerful desire to think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended, and a total relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with complete abandon.
Her pussy began to throb hotly. Yes, she was actually enjoying this obscene act…yes, she was…
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upwards to meet Basil's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide-open split of her cum-slick pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner cunt.
"Oooooooooooohhhhh!"
Suddenly, behind her, she felt Frank's hands upon her sensuously throbbing tits. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Gillian abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the unfamiliar fingers twisted her hotly quivering tits; and down between her thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry!" Frank's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put your cock in her pussy now…NOW!"
Basil raised his glistening wet face, and his cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait to fuck it deep into her cunt. Before him, he spied the small pink opening of Gillian's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting and ready for his hard cock!
This stranger was really going to fuck her right there in front of her own husband's brother!
Gillian stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy.
God! Basil thought. She really wants cock bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Gillian suddenly cried out, "Please… please…fuck me now…now, I tell you!"
Basil knelt up between the blonde housewife's wide-spread thighs. He looked down at the lewdly parted legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost drooled over her nakedness as he looked down at her wetly glistening pussy. Her cum-gushing cunt seemed looser and wetter than before, and he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life, even in all of the films he'd processed and seen in his career!
With a pained expression, he pushed his heavily throbbing cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head in between the blonde pussy curls and up into the velvety cunt spread wide before him.
"Ooooohhhhh!!" Gillian responded as the cunt-splitting cock fucked up into her hotly gripping pussy. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Basil thrust the thick tip-end of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Gillian's willing cunt, pushing upward, until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.
"Ooooooggggggghhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" she cried, as Basil gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Gillian's hungrily milking cunt muscles wrapping around his cock.
Basil inclined back from Gillian as his probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled pussy, not wanting to stop until it was completely out of sight, till it was buried deep inside the flailing blonde's willing spread cunt, and his cum-filled balls hung lewdly against her nakedly quivering asscheeks. Her long legs and booted calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Gillian lay speared by Basil's deeply fucking cock.
Gillian was out of her mind with lust. Her lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Gillian began to rotate her hips up to meet Basil as his prick screwed hard up into her cunt. Again and again Basil plunged in toward her pussy, forcing his hard cock deep into her hungrily contracting cunt.
Frank watched, his fingers still kneading at Gillian's softly jiggling tits. He was fascinated by the sight of his sister-in-law being lewdly fucked by a total stranger.
Frank could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the trembling flesh of Gillian's huge tits beneath his fingers. Basil's cock appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing blonde's widely straining pussy. It was throbbing red and swollen, and each time Basil rammed into her Gillian gave a guttural grunt and her tits pulsed heavily in Frank's lewdly manipulating fingers.
Basil could feel Gillian's cuntlips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and just in time too…he couldn't last a minute longer! Basil didn't know how good Stephan was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Gillian.
"Get it, baby…get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"
Gillian writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her tits being squeezed harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The powerful fucks into her cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young pussy. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating; her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity…then suddenly jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing pussy and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Gillian choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its juices.
"Oh shit!" Basil exclaimed. "Oh shit!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Nnnnnnnghghghhhh!" he grunted, lifting Gillian's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep, deep into her climaxing pussy.
"Ooooooh…yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Gillian cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning-hot cum juices that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely human when, caught in the throes of her tumultuous cum, she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me…oh! I want it…I need it… give it to meeeee!"
Frank felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that Basil could make his sister-in-law cum like that. Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Gillian. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Frank could see that Basil had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the warm air of the living room. Only Gillian's soft mewling mingled with Basil's heavy panting could be heard in the quiet house.
Basil pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn-looking. But Basil seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go.
He clumsily got to his feet, and still panting, headed for the bathroom. Frank moved around Gillian's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused. What a sight! he thought. What a gorgeous creature his sister-in-law was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Frank longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and wide-spread for all the world to see; and the blonde curling pussy hairs glistened with combined juices. She was an obscenely presented treat, Frank thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for later, for some other time. The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated prick felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his black hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them with an expression of utter bliss.
Gillian stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments, she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Frank's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling dick, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Frank looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.
"I'm gonna cream on you, baby…I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a strangled cry, he let his raging hot cock jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
"Nnnaaaaannnnnghghghghhhhhh!"
Suddenly Gillian felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body. On her face, running down her hugely billowing tits, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down her still spread inner thighs toward her already cum-inundated young pussy. Frank's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white juices of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Frank uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his cum fluids spurted down onto Gillian's startled features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the shame that she knew she ought to be feeling. Instead, it seemed like the ending to a wonderful experience, the topping on the cake, and the start of her new life with Stephan.