Winston McElroy: The brother-in-law

This is wrong… I know it is! I've got to do something! I've got to get out of here!

She started to squirm away, struggling to get to her feet, but Arnie snapped her head back toward his and planted his lips firmly on hers. She tried still to get away, but the pressure was too great for her to escape. Maybe if she'd been sober, but in her present state she was no match for him.

His tongue thrust strongly between her clenched teeth, and wetly probed the inside of her mouth, its roughness rubbing the surface of her tongue. She found herself thrusting her own tongue back at him, and he sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. There was no question about it, he really knew how to kiss.

Something was wrong, she told herself. She should be sick to her stomach, revulsed at the touch of another man, especially this one, Fred's own brother! But she didn't feel that way, and no matter how hard she denied it to herself, she was really enjoying this man's kisses… this man's caressing touch. He was a real man, maybe even more of a man than her own Fred and the first man she'd been this close to in months. That disgusting swine in Los Angeles didn't count, she thought, and something about Arnie's forcefulness was awfully hard to resist.

His probing kiss continued, while his fingers deftly fondled the throbbing tip of her breast, squeezing her pink nipple affectionately between his fingers.

There was a groan from the bed, but Ginny was afraid to look.

"Take a look… Flo's going down on him," Arnie whispered with heavy breath.

She blinked to focus in the dim light, and got a sudden clear view of Flo's head working up and down on the big Swede's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval around the shaft of his immense organ, standing firm and erect like a tree stump rising from the bed. It stood hard and rigid through the fly of his pants, with wispy tufts of blonde-brown pubic hair around the thick base.

"Oh, God," gasped Ginny, turning her head to Arnie's shoulder, "I can't look! That's awful… just awful."

Somehow, she hadn't expected this, though she really wasn't sure what she had expected. Kissing maybe. And there had really been no doubt what Gus and Flo might be doing on that bed, but until this moment she hadn't come face to face with the frightful truth. She had thought a moment ago she had everything firmly under control, but now she wasn't so sure.

The awful sight of that man's penis disappearing into her sister-in-law's hungry, sucking mouth had been just too much for her. And the wet sucking noises, punctuated with mewls of pleasure from both Gus and Flo, hadn't made things any better. She burrowed her head against Arnie's shoulder, desperately trying to shut out the obscene sounds, but they were everywhere, it seemed, and nothing helped. She wanted more than anything to run, but she doubted her legs would even support her if she were to attempt it. She was helpless to do anything except lie here in her husband's brother's arms and listen in torment while those two on the bed made love in the most disgusting way possible.

She looked away as long as she could, but another shrill, mournful cry drew her attention back to the bed.

Florence had lifted her skirt to her waist and crawled up over the big man's body. She'd already pulled off her panties, or maybe she wasn't even wearing any, and was straddling Gus, the round whiteness of her naked well-shaped buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his huge, rigidly-erect cock. As Ginny looked up, Flo was reaching in back and guiding the enormous head of his prick into her. Ginny didn't breathe as she saw the blood-red tip of Gus' prick make contact with the moist, hungry lips of Flo's cunt. She moved it back and forth in the wet slit for a few moments, wetting it and parting the soft pubic hairs at the same time, and then, with a loud sucking noise, her buttocks slithered down the long shaft until they smacked hard down against his loins.

Ginny's eyes were wide in mesmerized disbelief as she watched Flo pump her soft, naked buttocks up and down on the thick, rock-hard cock. She watched hypnotized as the throbbing penis slid slowly up into the wet clasping flanges of Flo's pussy, making a juicy sluicing noise as it entered. She ground her buttocks all the way down until all Ginny could see were a few tiny hairs around the hidden base of his immense organ protruding from the tight moist lips around it. She knew she should scream and put an end to this filthy, perverted madness, but she couldn't… her eyes were glued to the incredible spectacle unfolding right in front of her. She sat frozen as Flo began a slow grinding up and down movement with her ass rising in the chill air above the big Swede until the tip of his swollen prick was all that remained between her hungrily nibbling pussy-lips. Then, with a deep, throaty moan, she dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each long smooth stroke.

She turned away again, embarrassed at the growing sensation between her own tightly closed thighs, humiliated that something like this could affect her this way. Arnie's hand slowly inched along her leg, pushing her skirt up in its path, and she was powerless to resist. Her mind cried out, No! No! Stop! but her body seemed unable to answer.

Arnie's creeping fingers reached the legband of her white panties, and she felt a shiver of fright… or maybe of excitement rush over her like a cold breeze.

"No, Arnie, please," she whispered, afraid Flo and Gus would hear. But Arnie had come too close to be turned away now. He could feel the soft resilient pubic hairs curling out and was within inches of that sweet young pussy of hers and nothing would stop him now!

She gasped aloud as his fingers slipped under the taut elastic leg band and made electric contact with the tender softness of her warm, inviting slit. He wasted no time, and his rigid index finger quickly parted the pubic curls and sought out its mark and plunged abruptly into the taut, fleshy sheath of her vagina. She tried clamping her bare thighs together, but the time for such action had long passed.

"No, please…" she murmured, but her legs opened without another moment's hesitation, and Arnie began to pull and yank her tight panties down over her thighs. When they were free of her long legs, his hand quickly rammed back up between her legs, opening them, like a steel wedge. This time there was nothing in his way, and his whole hand suddenly fastened over the moist tenderness of her soft, fleshy folds, his middle finger probing the tight confines of her moist warm tunnel. Her hips squirmed and ground frantically, vainly trying to escape this sudden invasion of her genitals, but it was no use, she was hopelessly impaled on his finger like an insect skewered on a pin.

With one quick, strong movement, Arnie pushed her back onto the furry rug beneath them, and his lips suddenly lowered to her naked, vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by surprise, and that had been just what Arnie was counting on.

Spreading the ivory smoothness of her thighs, Arnie began to kiss his way to the soft, hairy triangle at the base of her smooth, white belly, nibbling tenderly at the sensitive flesh of her upper leg, each gentle bite sending a fresh chill through her confused, tormented body.

She opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of Flo and Gus, Flo's naked buttocks still pistoning savagely up and down on the impaling log shoved between her fleshy, hair-covered vaginal lips.

Ginny heard a metallic sound, and glanced up to see Arnie squirm quickly out of his pants and undershorts, pushing them down below his knees and kicking them aside.

An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as Arnie's hand slid back between her legs and opened her thighs wide to his cruel, hungry gaze.