"Oh, Jessssssssssssssus!" Creagon grunted in surprise. He momentarily left off his tweaking of his wife's hard nipples, able to concentrate on nothing more except the sudden exquisite pleasure that was taking hold of his lower body.
What had she done to him? What WAS she doing to him? Her ass?? Had she stuck his dick to her anus? Was she now sitting down… down… down over his cock?
"Oh… baby… baby… baby… oh, baby!"
"Like that, don't you, stud?" Marne asked, not needing an answer, not even the affirmative groaning Creagon obliged by giving her. Marne already knew how much Creagon liked his cock up her rectum. Sticking her ass could really turn her husband on; putting his cock inside there by surprise, when Creagon hadn't been expecting it, was really doing good things for him.
Marne torqued her anus further down over the length of Creagon's cock. Unlubricated segments of Creagon's cock neck were now being forced into Marne's bowel. But, the entering cock corona had leaked sufficient juices along the anal walls so that even the dry cock shaft that came behind could enter without causing Marne any undue pain.
Indeed, at the moment, Marne was feeling anything but pain. Because, Marne had always been able to enjoy a good screw of her rectum. And, there was no cock that felt quite as good as Creagon's cock could feel stuck to its heavy balls up Marne's clutching anus. Marne certainly wasn't feeding Creagon's cock up her ass hole entirely for Creagon's pleasure. All right, that was part of it, since Creagon's obvious pleasure acted as a stimulant to make Marne's own swelling ecstasy balloon further. But, Marne was having a good time, too.
"Ugggggggghhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Creagon groaned helplessly, his hands reflexively kneading his wife's ripe breasts like a baker might knead fresh dough.
Marne, already two-thirds of the way down the length of her husband's uplifted prick, knew she was almost home free. Concentrating as much as possible on the task at hand, she jiggled her ass seductively and sat harder. Like a girl slipping down the length of a greased pole, Marne's rectum dropped over the last of Creagon's blood-bloated penis.
Marne's ass came to a nesting atop Creagon's blond pubic hair. The hair pressed squiggly indents in Marne's creamy ass cheeks.
Marne was so caught up in her satisfaction in having achieved a complete insertion of Creagon's cock up her ass hole, that the explosion inside her guts took her quite by surprise.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marne sighed loudly, her eyes gone wide, her mouth dropping open with surprise.
Creagon knew his wife was orgasming, climaxing totally from the feel of his stiff meatiness rammed inside of her ass hole. And, that knowledge turned Creagon on-that really turned him on. As if he wasn't turned on to a fever pitch already
"I'm cummmmmming!" Marne groaned, telling Creagon something the man already very well knew.
"Tell me about it, honey," Creagon said, gritting his teeth as his wife's spasming anus wrung his cock neck, gripped his blood-bloated meatiness in a sensuously vibrating vice. "Fucking… tell me… tell me… fucking, Christ… tell me… about… oh, shit, oh… tell me… oh, Jesus, I'm going to… oh, baby, I'm going to… aaaagggghhhhrreeeeiiii!"
Chapter 4
"Oh, Creagon, you startled me!" Melissa said, recognizing her brother standing just to one side of the moss-covered tree trunk.
"Sorry," Creagon said, flashing his sister an attractive and apologetic smile. "You looked so lost in thought I was just beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just slip away and not disturb you."
"No, that's all right," Melissa said, wondering if it were really all right at all. She had somehow successfully managed to keep away from any one-to-one confrontations with her brother up until now. And, she felt inexplicably nervous about being here alone with him. Not that she had anything to fear.
"I was glancing out the window this beautiful morning, and I happened to see you heading into the edge of the wood. I somehow suspected you'd be coming to this very spot."
So, he remembered how she used to come here when she wanted to be alone, did he? How many other things did he remember? Melissa felt herself helplessly blushing.
"It hasn't really changed all that much here, has it?" Melissa asked, giving a sweeping motion of one hand to encompass the small area surrounded by trees on three sides and a dribbling waterfall on the other. "Oh, the trees have gotten a little bigger, the bushes have sprouted a little thicker, but nothing is too far removed from how I remember it."
Melissa sat down on the same dead log she had recently jumped up from when she had realized there was someone in the shadows. Now that she realized it was her brother, her original fear hadn't completely dissipated. And, why exactly was that?
Creagon kept to the tree trunk but walked around it so that he could capture a bit of the slashing of sunlight that penetrated through the thick canopy of interlocking tree limbs above them. He leaned back against the trunk, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing his sister with a look Melissa wasn't quite able to decipher.
Melissa quit looking at her brother-not sure just why she preferred the trickling water over the rocks to the superbly handsome form her brother cut, his blond hair made almost white by the ray of sunlight that struck it. Creagon's highlighted hair gave his head a kind of nimbus effect that made Melissa think of those holy pictures that portrayed some angel or religious personage.
But, wasn't that a deceptive trick of lighting! Because, Creagon was no more an angel or holy personage than Melissa was the Virgin Mary.
"I thought we might talk," Creagon said finally, deciding his sister had been made prettier over the years. She had filled out, taking on a woman's voluptuousness without losing a certain little-girl quality. "It has been a long time since we both talked alone, hasn't it?"
"Fifteen years," Melissa said, wishing she hadn't said it. She didn't want Creagon to think she had been counting the days.
Why was she so nervous? Why was she feeling all hot and sticky when the shading made by the forest trees was actually quite chilly?
"He was a bastard, you know that, don't you?" Creagon said, having no doubt whatsoever but that Melissa would know just who "he" was. "His attempt at deathbed repentance didn't make him any less a bastard, either."
"He was our father!" Melissa said defensively, wondering why she was defending William Davenport now when Creagon's words only echoed what Melissa had been thinking all along. "He's dead; and, he's left us everything."
"Everything isn't enough-at least as far as I'm concerned," Creagon said. "He waited a little too long to clean up his house as properly as it should have been cleaned."
"Oh, well, he's dead and gone, now, isn't he?" Melissa sighed, wishing she weren't here, now, alone, with her brother.
"But will the harm he caused ever be dead and gone?" Creagon asked her.
"Harm?" Melissa asked as if she really didn't comprehend the insinuation. She still didn't look at her brother; although, she knew he hadn't taken his eyes off her. Melissa could feel Creagon's blue eyes driving into her like warm knives into soft butter.
"You know if there had been any way of taking you with me, I would have done it, don't you?" Creagon asked, moving slowly away from the tree, approaching Melissa slowly, like someone might approach a frightened animal.
"Why must we bring this all up now?" Melissa asked, hearing her voice come out strangely hoarse.
"Because Satan has gone, and it's best to try and exorcise as many of the demons he's left behind."
"It will do more harm than good to bring out the can of worms," Melissa said. Why did she want to get up and run… run… run until she was safely locked in her room at the house? "Some things are better left unsaid. Some things are better left buried."