"Oh God! Make me scream! Make me… cum… and cum!"
Her brother-in-law, slaving above her, became all the more inflamed, his own passion rising to white heat, as she kept asking him, urging him and demanding the utmost of him, as she rose to meet his pistoning cock in her cunt with every powerful stroke.
He reached under her, lifting her buttocks easily into position, while he continued driving his wildly pulsating cock deep into the closely sheathing moisture of her ever-demanding cunt. Finding the crevice between her buttocks, he stretched it wide, his middle finger searching for the softly, resilient lower opening. He found it, and with his middle finger, moistened in the viscous drips of lubricant that dribbled from her omnivorously heated vagina, probed at the tiny, tight nether orifice. He slipped the tip of it into her wildly flexing rectum, lewdly, working it in, gradually, until he felt the taut muscle ring give, slightly. Then… he pushed a little harder, and the elastic flesh of her hot anus relaxed, his finger slipping in to the first knuckle. He felt the shock of it in her body, as she recoiled, instinctively, to escape it, squirming her smoothly round buttocks down and back, away from that probing painful digit in her back passage.
She panted up into his face, "Make it hurt… darling!"
He did what she demanded. He jabbed his finger into her, all the way to the palm of his hand, reaching up into the warm sponginess of her smoothly lined rectum to bury it deeply in her without mercy.
"OOOoooooohhhhh! AAAaaaaaaaauuuuuuggggggh! That's it… It hurts… so good! OOOooohhh!" she screamed, her passion soaring with the excruciating sensations it generated.
Wanda screwed her rectum back against his finger in her rear entry, and Lester knew that she was enjoying it to the fullest. He began to move his finger, swirling it around and around in the fleshy confines of her rectum. As he did so, he could feel his cock through the thin wall of separating tissues, where it raced in and out of her vagina. He was amazed at the heightened sensations this generated in his lustfully aching cock, and now, he began to move his finger in tempo with his penis, skewering her loins with both, at the same time. Beneath him, she moved her hips in opposition to him, accepting both instruments in her salaciously needy loins, in a wedding of pleasure and pain, and she reveled in it, wanting to go on and on… until she came… and came again!
Caught up in her rapturous passion, she mewled, groaned, gurgled and moaned, beneath him, the sounds emanating from deep in her throat, mixed with short, panting gasps of pleasure or pain, as her brother-in-law pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her lust-filled, cunt and wildly clenching rectum, simultaneously.
Lester knew, then, that she was nearing her climax; a few moments before, he had wondered how long she would hang there, in the balance. As he continued to plunge into her, she mouthed obscenities, driving him onward to even greater effort, his own passion rising in a spiral toward the summit and a final thrusting, shoving, wildly spewing ejaculation. His aching cock became stiffer and harder, coming to full, blood-trapped erection, and he was painfully aware of the dammed up flood of semen back behind the root of his cock waiting to be jetted out the top of his throbbing cock-head to splash into the warm moistness of his young sister-in-law's cunt.
She was wild, now… delirious and uncontrolled as she came nearer and nearer to her time of exquisite rapture… a time when time, itself, stands still… and there is nothing but that ecstatic moment.
"Fuck me, Lester! Fill my cunt with cock! Fill my ass! Fuck me… hard… harder! Fuck! Fuck it! Fuckit! Fuckitfuckit! Oh, fuck!" she chanted up at him, in completely wild abandon, increasing the speed of her chant like a coxswain urging his rowers to winning effort. She demanded her orgasm, wanting it to come to her… now! Then… then, she began the rushing, spiraling, giddy flight to the heights of her rapture.
She came, her body convulsing in surging waves of muscle-clenching orgasm, and she was suspended in time and space, in a euphoric limbo. Then, as in a dream, she heard her own voice, seemingly unreal, screaming out her ecstasy, "AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggghh! I'm cumming! I-I-I'mmm cuuuumming! AAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"
As Wanda screamed with the incredible pleasure of her climax, Lester was spurred on to his own. He jerked his finger from her backside and raised himself up over her, slightly, his steel-hard cock moving faster and faster, deeper and harder. His mighty shaft was like a machine in her, the piston of his cock moving with long, powerful strokes. He felt the load of semen in his balls as it began to jettison from him, pumping through the length of his lust-hardened cock, spewing in spasmodic jets of white, hot, viscous sperm that splashed far up in her wildly clasping cunt, while straining spasms of intense pleasure shot through him in mind-shattering, body-fulfilling waves of sensuality. He held himself rigid and immobile, for a moment or two, letting it happen, then with a huge groan of satisfaction, he collapsed on top of her. Deep inside her frantically sucking cuntal sheath his convulsing cock continued to jerk emptying him, completely!
"Christ!" he groaned. "I'm still cumming… I'm still cumming… in you!"
Wanda mumbled incoherently, "Darling… that was wonderful… absolutely wonderful! Out of this world! It's the nicest fuck I've ever had… Oh, God… Lester… I needed it so bad."
"I've needed it for twenty years, baby," he groaned, smiling down into her serenely satiated face. "We're going to have each other all the time now."
"All the time," she murmured. "All the time."
CHAPTER THREE
Gary stopped when he got to the edge of the neat lawn. The garage door was open and instead of Mom's station wagon, his father's battered truck stood parked inside. Hell, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to con the school nurse into letting him go home in the middle of the day after all. Mom would be all worried and concerned. After fussing over him with aspirin and vitamins, making him hot tea, she'd leave him alone to let him "rest". But Dad was something else. He cringed just thinking about all the questions his stern father would ask and the hell he'd raise over his coming home from school sick.
He stood thoughtfully under the elm at the edge of the lot. He had to think this thing out. Staring at the neat house and trying to decide on a course of action, he chewed on a leaf nervously. Sure couldn't go back to school. Had enough trouble getting out, but he just hadn't been able to sit there another minute. Ever since Wanda had come to live with them it got worse by the day. Lord, all he could think about now morning noon and night was jacking off. God, how could he help it with those huge breasts jumping around enticingly as she walked, flaunting that round-assed bottom, looking at you like she knew your cock was hard as a rock. Jesus Christ, she was only seventeen, almost his age and she acted like she was offering it to him if he only knew how to take it… and she was laughing at him because he didn't. Finally in history class, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to get home and jack off a while or he was going to be sick.
Maybe if he went around back to the patio, he could hear when his father's truck left and then he could go in. If Wanda was there he didn't know what he would do… just the two of them alone in the house like that. He shivered just thinking about it.