Chapter 9
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.