J Watson - The bride_s new brother

David Williams was stretched out on a comfortable bed and nearly asleep, when he heard a sound in the hallway outside his door. For some crazy reason David knew that somebody was coming to his room. It didn't surprise him. Crazy things had been happening to him all afternoon, beginning when Mark's wife had picked him up at the airport.

His brother's new wife was an absolutely gorgeous woman, not at all the type David had expected. Instead of a sturdy farm woman type with ruddy cheeks, he had found a woman, ten years younger than his brother, with laughing blue eyes and hair a golden color.

And her figure! Her big round tits, small waist, and perfect ass was enough to drive a man nuts. Especially a hot blooded male like David who had just gotten out of jail after serving two years.

She had worn a short, tan skirt and David had trouble keeping his eyes off the creamy thighs revealed every time she changed gear. He had been sporting a gigantic hard-on by the time they reached the farm and then Mark's daughter had come out to greet them.

Judy Williams had changed in two years. The last time he had seen her she was a gawky, skinny kid. Now she was a near woman and her figure was damn near as good as her stepmother's. The only difference was that Judy had raven hair and she wore it long, the silky strands nearly touching her pert little ass.

Judy had rubbed up against him and he had been a little ashamed that he could think of his brother's wife and daughter. But damn it, he hadn't even been close to a woman for two years. What could anyone expect?

And that hadn't been all the women in Mark's home. There had been a third. Marsha Cramer was a woman Mark had hired to help with the household chores. She was a little plumper than David liked, but she wasn't fat. She had a nice face. She looked like she was in her forties which would make her twenty years older than David, but David had never minded fucking older women. Some of the older ones he'd fucked were better than the young ones. They needed dick worse.

Nancy told him that Marsha was a widow, her husband died in a auto accident a year before. David wondered if she were a lonely widow.

Fucking Marsha might keep his mind off fucking Mark's wife and daughter.

Now he was lying on his back and someone was coming into his room. He was dressed in only his shorts because it was warm in the room. He reached down and pulled the sheet up to his belly. He wondered which one it was going to be.

It was Marsha Cramer. She came quickly into his room and shut the door behind her. She was wearing a loose cotton robe and he was wondering if she had anything on underneath as she came toward his bed. He hoped not. He prayed she had come into his room with fucking on her mind. David had never gone very long without a woman, and the last two years had been hell for him.

"Mr. Williams," Marsha said softly. He realized she was having trouble seeing him in the darkness. "David? Are you awake?"

"I'm awake," he answered. "I'm here on the bed. Just walk forward."

Marsha Cramer's heart was pounding as she drew closer to the man on the bed. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the faint light and she could see him. She felt her breath catch in her throat. He was damn nearly naked, and he was a good-looking man. His chest looked broad and thick as oak. There was no sag in him.

"I didn't want to come here like this," she said. "I didn't. But I started thinking about you. You've been alone for a very long time."

"God, yes," David said.

She moved woodenly as she sat down on the bed. She put her hand on his and she felt him grip her with strong fingers. He pulled her hand to his belly and let her feel the muscular rhythm of his heavy breathing. She had worn no panties and she could feel her pussy getting wet.

"I'm getting hard," David said. "Would you like to feel?"

"More than anything," Marsha gasped, "but I'm so frightened. I haven't known any other men since my husband died."

"Don't be frightened," David said kindly.

He guided her hand down until she touched the top of his shorts underneath the thin sheet. Then he released her hand. She understood that David wanted her to do the rest by herself. She slipped her hot hand underneath the waistband of his shorts. She felt the top of his prick. It had been a long time for her, too. She slid her hand farther down and took the rubbery crown between her thumb and forefinger. She moved her fingers up and down the hot crown until she felt his cock-cream leaking out onto her fingers.

"Oh my God," Marsha said. "It's been so long since I've felt that!"

"I haven't had a piece of ass, in two years," David said, "And just the touch of your fingers is enough to set me off."

"Then I'd better ease the pressure," Marsha said.

Marsha released his prick and got off the bed. She put her fingers to her sweet red lips and sucked off his cock-cream. He tasted good. Marsha had always loved the taste of a man's cum, ever since that first time when, as a loving bride, Marsha had sucked her new husband off. She didn't understand why she loved it or why it excited her so much, but she always got those shivery feelings when she sucked cock.

"Have you got on anything under that?" David asked.

"Nothing."

"Then why don't you take it off?"

"All right."

Her hands trembled as she found the zipper of her robe and slid it down. She had never been naked for any man except her husband but somehow it seemed to be so easy. She meekly slid the robe off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

"You're gorgeous," he said.

Marsha knew she wasn't that beautiful. Her body was a little too heavy. But her husband had loved it and she knew how to do the things a man enjoyed.

"You don't think I'm too heavy?" she asked.

"Of course not," David answered.

David pulled the sheet away from him and quickly stripped off his shorts. He saw her eyes widen at the sight of his hard throbbing prick, already wet with his leaking cock-cream. He knew what she wanted. He had seen that look in other women's eyes. Besides, he needed relief. When he fucked her, he wanted it to last. He swung his legs off the bed and spread them wide apart.

"I want you to suck me, Marsha," he said. "I'm so damned excited that I need you to take the edge off. And I want to give you a mouthful of cum!"

"Oh yes," Marsha agreed quickly. "I want to suck your dick and swallow your cum!"

Marsha went down on her knees between his legs. She sighed in pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around his stiff, throbbing, blood-bloated prick. Holding his flesh tightly, she bent her head and started licking the bulbous crown, tasting the thick cream on her tongue.

Her big cherry-colored nipples grew into two hard aching points and she raised her head.

"Play with my tits," she told him. "My husband used to play with my tits when I sucked him."

"Sure, baby," David said.

David reached down to fondle her tits. He felt those big hard nipples brush his fingers and he knew that the widow was really getting hot. She writhed in passion as she lavishly licked his cock. He had never known a woman, to act so hot when she was sucking his big prick. He had known women who liked to suck cock, but who didn't get excited doing it. Marsha really seemed to get passionate with her mouth around his dick.

She held his thick prick lightly round the base as she started licking around his meaty crown. He twice felt her sharp teeth nip at his flesh. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was enough to excite him even more.

"Oh, you're a fucking sweet cocksucker," David groaned. "You know how to get your mouth working, babe!"

She moved her hot lips from his crown down the hard throbbing length of his prick. Her sweet mouth touched his heavy cum-filled balls. He groaned and immediately she was sucking the sacs into her hot wet mouth, and rolling the sensitive balls beneath her tongue.