John's hips bucked. His cock came out and jabbed in. His cock mouth drooled. His balls ballooned with even more cum. His scrotum began drawing its contained testicles upward toward the base of John's fucking prick.
"Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhh… that… feels… ohhhh… ohhhhh," Marne moaned as her brother's index finger and thumb located Marne's clitoris and began rolling the stiff nubbin back and forth… back and forth.
John's cock streamlined up Marne's anus, twisting as it went. John ground his sweaty belly hard into Marne's resilient ass cheeks. John's pleasure was becoming excruciating. The fires inside of him were flaring to holocaust proportions.
"Oh, baby, make sister cream," Marne grunted. As if her brother's cock up her ass wasn't more than enough to get her off, John's playing with the swollen clitoris lodged in Marne's cunt was more than enough to do the job. Each forward thrusting of Marne's hips rubbed her cunt against John's juice-sopped hand each backward bounce of Marne's hips buried John's cock up Marne's ass hole to John's sperm-ridden balls "Make… your… sister… creeeeeeeeam!"
If anybody was going to make anybody cream, John figured it was going to be Marne's clamping ass hole which was going to send John into sexual convulsions. Because… John… just… wasn't… all… that… far… away.
Marne's ass hole was getting fucked royally Marne's cunt was getting quite the workout.
John's cock was getting eaten to the point of explosion by Marne's cumming ass hole. John's balls were ballooned with thick male cum, swelling to the point of actual bursting.
"Harder!" Marne commanded. "Harder… baby, brother… harder!"
Marne's continual urgings, so different from Melissa's constantly whining protestations, acted like an aphrodisiac for John who obliged her by moving his fucking into even higher gear. John humped Marne's tight little ass hole, all the while rolling Marne's budded little clitoris between his thumb and index finger.
The brother and sister worked well together. It almost seemed as if they fit together like a hand and a glove. They were good, too. Goddamn… but… they… were… good!
John opened his mouth, biting the flesh of Marne's creamy shoulder. John growled like a wounded animal. He was almost… almost… almost there.
"I'm… so… so… fucking… close!" John mumbled, wondering if that breathless hissing was really his own voice.
"Feed my ass hole with your cream… brother!" Marne commanded, screwing her anus down one more time around John's uplifted penis. "Because your sister is letting go right now. Right… right… now, brother… baby brother…right… right… right now! Aaaaaahhhhhh… aaaagggghhhhhhrrrrrr… aaaaaaggggrreeeeiiiiiiii!"
And, John wasn't too far behind-if behind by any measurable distance at all. Because, Marne was still mumbling her guttural announcements of her own cumming when John's body began its own uncontrollable convulsions.
John plugged his cock one final hard-and-fast time up Marne's rectum and left it enlodged there, grinding his pubic bush against Marne's sweaty ass cheek, John hooked all four of the fingers of his right hand into Marne's cunt, clamped his left hand onto Marne's left breast, and held on for dear life.
John's ropy streamers of hot, wet sperm blasted from his balls, through his stiff penis, and in Marne's ass hole.
"Sister, take it! Marne, take it! Melissa, take it!" John grunted, his ending fantasy having something do with his having both his sister and his wife pinned on his spasming cock.
"Fuuuuuuck meeee!" Marne bellowed, feeling yet a second orgasmic shudder following on the heels of the one which had just begun to pale inside her. "Screw… my… rubbery… red… ass hole!"
"Yes, goddamn it, yes!" John muttered, his mouth drooling spit to his sister's shoulder. "Fuck your… fuck your… fuck your… tight… tight… rosy-red… ass…aaaagh… aaagh… aaaagggghhhhrrruuuuuuh… uh… uh… uhuhhhhhhh!"
Chapter 7
Melissa came awake slowly, only reluctantly releasing the luxurious drowsiness that enfolded her. Her eyes still shut, she stretched, enjoying the strain that peaked just before she went completely limp.
Oh, God, but she had had a good night! Just knowing she had John tucked safely down the hall, instead of lurking in the next bed ready to pounce on her, been such a burden removed from her mind. Melissa had been stupid not to arrange for separate rooms from the beginning. John could spend his whole nights beating off his fat cock meat, without forcing those obscenities on his wife.
Melissa opened her eyes and turned toward the clock on the bedside stand. My God, it was almost ten! She had really overindulged, hadn't she? Still, she deserved the rest. She hadn't slept really well since arrival.
Melissa sat up, wiped some of the remaining sleep out of her eyes. The room was still dark; but, Melissa could see the outline of another beautiful day as light seeped in around the heavy drapes which covered the window.
Melissa reached for the bell cord by the bed and gave it a hearty tug. She decided she would really indulge herself this morning. She would have a late breakfast in bed. There was the epitome of luxury!
Melissa fluffed up her pillows behind her back and waited… and waited… and waited.
She reached for the bell cord and gave another pull.
Strange. Very strange. Maybe the damn thing wasn't working! Funny, because it had been working last night.
Oh, well, she really didn't need breakfast in bed anyway, did she? No sense in getting in the habit now, even if she was an heiress.
Melissa pulled back the covers and climbed out from beneath the sheet and blanket. She fished for her slippers with the toe of one foot, and then slipped them on.
Melissa stretched again, hearing a faint popping as pressure was relieved somewhere along her spine. She then walked to the window and opened the drapes. Sunshine entered the room: warm and sensuously delicious. The swimming pool was a large blue rectangle below, bordered on one side by the cabana and formal gardens, bordered on the other side by the wide expanse of lawn.
Melissa looked, expecting to see one of the gardeners puttering around somewhere, but she saw no one.
Which wasn't necessarily strange-so, why did it suddenly seem so?
Melissa walked toward the bedroom door. She figured she would attempt to attract one of the servant's attention and have her draw the water for a tub bath. Melissa would then have to find someone to fix the bell cord. It was a bit inconvenient not having it working.
The door was locked! Not from the inside, either, since Melissa released the safety chain before even trying to open it. Melissa, after all, would have never chanced sleeping in the same house with John without having the safety chain secured. And now, after that disgusting display initiated by her brother in the forest-well, God only knew what might have happened if Melissa hadn't left the door secured when she retired.
Melissa tried the door again. Obviously, it wasn't locked. It was simply jammed.
No, damn it, it was not jammed! It was locked… and from the outside! Someone obviously had the key. But who? Melissa didn't even recall ever having seen the keys to all the doors. Yet, they had to exist somewhere.
More important than who was possibly the why? Why was Melissa locked in?
"Hello?" Melissa called to the door and anybody who might have been beyond. "Hello?"
She listened. She heard nothing. It was getting stranger and stranger. And who had once said that-or something similar-in what children's book Melissa had once read or, more than likely, had read to her?
Melissa pounded gently on the door with the palm of her hand, really feeling just a little bit ridiculous.