J Watson: The bride_s new brother

That was all he needed to hear. She gasped as she felt him increasing his fucking thrusts. He was driving his cock deep into her pussy while his finger thrust into her hot buttery asshole with the same rhythm.

"Oh David," she moaned. "Fuck me good. I want you to fuck me good!"

"I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!" David grunted. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!"

He rammed his prick savagely into her, again and again, until she could feel the first hot swelling of his cockhead. She tried to squeeze her cunt walls even tighter around his throbbing prick. He somehow seemed to get deeper with every thrust.

"You're fucking me so good," Marsha cried. "You're fucking me so good!"

"Go crazy, Marsha," David said, as he laughed in joy. "Act like a cunt!"

She squealed with delight and scraped her nails down his back until he was almost bloody. He didn't pay any attention to her. Everything he had seemed to be concentrating on driving her ass right through the bed. Marsha had never felt so good, even with her husband. David had a cock that could make her climb the walls. She loved it.

"I'm coming," she screamed. "Ohhhhh, your fat, beautiful cock is making me come! Give it to me good, David! Give it to me good! Fuck me to deathhhhhh!"

Once he felt the hot juices flooding his swelled prick, he started to slam his cock in faster. He gripped her ass tightly as he felt the liquid fire shooting from his balls.

"You want some cum, bitch!" he yelled.

"Oh yessssss," she cried. "Give me your cum! Fill up my pussy with it!"

"I'll give you some," he promised. "I'm going to give you a fucking hot snatch full. I'm going, to blow your fucking ass off! It's been so fucking long since I've had a good piece of asssss, so longggggg!"

His body tensed as his juicy cream pumped into her cunt. He felt like he was coming a gallon. She didn't mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept wickedly moving her ass for as long as his prick stayed hard.

After what seemed like a long while, she could feel his hard cock relaxing and slipping out of her cunt. She gently kissed his mouth.

"That was good," she said. "You made me feel like a real woman again!"

"That's what a woman like you was made for," David said. "A good fucking."

"Yes," Marsha agreed with him. "I couldn't live without a good hard dick."

Marsha snugged against him and put one hand on his now limp cock. David had the feeling she wasn't finished. It was going to be a night to remember.

Nancy Williams was awake in her bed.

Beside her, Mark was deep in satisfied sleep, snoring loudly. Mark was always that way after they finished making love, especially when it had been as good as it was that evening. Nancy could touch her thighs together and feel the wetness of his jism. It had been all right for her, but it hadn't been great. Not like it had been those first few weeks of marriage.

Nancy thought of her husband's brother in the room next door to theirs.

David was a good-looking man, younger than Mark and with a hungry look in his eyes. Nancy had noticed him watching her that afternoon. Of course, any man who had been in jail for two years would probably stare at a woman.

Yet, Nancy couldn't get over the feeling that he had been lusting after her.

Nancy knew that look, even if he was Mark's brother. She'd been getting looks like that ever since she was thirteen years old and her tits had started developing. There was just something about her that made men hurt. Not that Nancy would have ever done anything with any of them. She'd been looking for just the right man, and she thought she'd found him in Mark. Mark was a little older but that just meant he was more settled.

Mark was good in bed, and he had a nice farm that was one of the richest around. Mark was always willing to try new ways of doing things if he could make more money.

All in all, she was satisfied with Mark.

So why was she thinking about David!

It might be just that he had been in jail and she was feeling sorry for her brother-in-law. It might be something else. It might be the half-hidden interest in his eyes that afternoon. Yes, she had to admit it. He was an exciting man. Nothing would ever come of it but he was an exciting man.

A very exciting man.

Nancy had put back on her shortie nightgown after Mark had finished fucking her that evening. Now she could feel her large, rose colored nipples hardening as she thought of her brother-in-law. She told herself that it was wrong, that she shouldn't be thinking of her brother-in-law this way.

But she couldn't help it. He was big and wide and he looked so strong and confident. Nancy was sure that he would know how to do things to a woman that would make her go crazy! And he probably had a lot of violence stored inside himself after being in jail so long. He could probably fuck all night long, and be ready to come back in the morning for more.

Nancy told herself to stop thinking about him but she could feel an itchy, tingling sensation running all through her body. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't excitement, that her brother-in-law wasn't making her horny. But he was. Thinking about his handsome face and his big, broad shoulders was making her randy.

She kicked back the covers but that didn't help. She was starting to sweat. Her big, round tits felt swollen. She gently massaged her creamy globes through the flimsy material of her nightgown but that seemed to make things worse.

"Oh God," Nancy said out loud. "This can't be happening to me. It's crazy!"

She thought it might be the heat of her bedroom, and that a little fresh air might help.

Nancy slipped quietly out of bed and got her robe. Mark was still snoring as she opened the door to her, bedroom and stepped into the hallways. God, it felt even hotter in the hallway. She felt like she was drenched in sweat.

She went down the stairs and into the big, roomy, country kitchen that she loved so well. This was one of the benefits of being married to Mark. A big kitchen and she only had to use it when she wanted to. Marsha did most of the cooking and cleaning.

There was no doubt that she was a lucky woman. She could have been married to some dumb clod who never thought about anything but drinking beer and having kids. Her father had been like that. She had nine brothers and sisters and she'd grown up in a shack that never seemed to have enough room. She'd hated her father and felt sorry for her mother and she'd sworn she'd never end up that way.

So she had married Mark. Mark was kind and sensitive. He was good in bed. He was! He gave her everything she wanted. She was able to keep herself attractive instead of looking like she was old before her time. Mark was a good man. A perfect husband.

So why in the hell did she keep thinking about David?

Nancy made herself some ice water to help cool off. It didn't help much. She stepped outside onto the wooden porch and opened her robe. She let the cool breeze touch her. This felt better. She sighed. Maybe that was all that was wrong with her? Just being a little hot.

Nancy tied up her robe again and went back into the kitchen. She was fixing to turn off the light when she noticed that the door, to Marsha's room was a little ajar. She wondered about that. Marsha very seldom slept with her door open.

Nancy went to the door and peered in. She couldn't see Marsha. Nancy pushed the door partially open and looked inside. Marsha wasn't in her room. Where could she be?

For sonic reason Nancy thought of David and she could feel her heart start pounding.

Not Marsha. Marsha was a prudish woman who looked as if she didn't know what a dick was for. Marsha wouldn't have gone willingly to David's room. But Nancy found herself walking up the stairs and standing outside David's room.