Pamela Cooper - The wife_s horny in-laws

It seemed as if the orgasms would never stop. Countless waves of racking climax shook her tortured body. Load after load of Dave's cum was fucked into her throat. For an instant, she felt that she was nothing more than a pump for emptying his cum-loaded balls.

Finally, he stopped, collapsing in exhaustion across her sweating back. But Trish maintained her position, siphoning the last drops of his jism from deep in his balls. At the same time, the last of her own waves of orgasm began to subside, and she felt the ass-greased handle of the hair brush slide out of her slimed asshole with a slurping pop. As Dave's shrinking cock slipped from Trish's cummy ups, she saw movement out of the corners of her eyes and raised her head to see a man and young girl standing in the doorway.

"I'll be Goddamned!" the man said. "Dave, I knew you had your women, but I never figured you'd bring a fucking slut to the house in front of Ginny."

Trish managed to pull the bedspread up to cover her nakedness, using one corner to clean the jism from her face.

"Mike," Dave said, looking up in surprise, "you've got it all wrong, man. This is Trish. We were just married. She's my wife."

Trish saw the expressions as they phased across her new brother-in-law's face. There was anger and shock, but mostly, there, was only a look of intense and very real hatred that burned from his eyes.

Ginny simply stood by, looking on with a slightly amused smile.

The next five days were a strange combination of heaven and hell for Trish. For the hours of each day that she was in Dave's company, the whole world seemed beautiful. They were so close in so many ways that they could have been the best of friends for years. But at the same time, each session of fucking was as if they were touching each other for the first time. It was the same intensity and screaming hunger as before, and she knew that Dave was as pleased and surprised by the situation as she was. Yet, when it came to Dave's older brother Mike, and Mike's quiet and aloof stepdaughter, the walls seemed to be high and impregnable.

Ginny simply left Trish alone, shutting up whenever the young woman entered a room, responding to any conversational questions with answers of one syllable or, or more often, just grunts of yes or no.

With Mike, however, the hostility was so open when Dave was not around that it was newly a physical force. Even when Dave was at hand, Mike would frequently get up and leave the room when Trish entered. After several attempts to break the ice with her new brother-in-law, Trish finally gave it up and developed her own defensive version of Mike's hostile behavior. She really wanted to go to Dave with her problems but decided against such a move. Dave and Mike had a hurry-up job that was soon to start, and she didn't want to add her own troubles to his business concerns.

A few days later, Dave prepared to leave for the site of the new job.

"It's only about fifty miles from here," he explained to her as he packed the van for the trip. "But since we'll be starting early every morning and working until late each night, I'm going to have to stay out there until this weekend. By then, I should be able to turn everything over to Cramer and just go up for inspection and trouble shooting."

He kissed her long and hard before he climbed into the van.

"That'll have to hold you until I get home, baby." He smiled, squeezed her tits fondly and then started the engine. "Take care of her till I get back, Mike," Dave shouted to his older brother who was standing in the doorway of the house watching the two love birds.

Mike merely waved his hand and walked back inside.

Trish watched Dave wave as the van pulled away, and she felt uneasy as she thought about spending the rest of the week alone in the house with Mike and Ginny. She walked back into the house, passed Mike who stood staring out the window ignoring her. Trish started to speak to him, but his frozen face and set shoulders made her so angry that she simply turned on her heel and stormed into the bedroom with a slam of the door.

She stared out the bedroom window toward the dirt road down which Dave's van had disappeared, then threw herself down on the bed. Trish missed the young man she had married, and he had only just left. The sheets were still rumpled and warm from Dave's body, and for a moment, she thought she could still smell the manly scent of him. That memory was almost more than she could stand, and she felt a lump rising in her throat. Even though he would only be gone a few days, she knew that his absence would leave a big emptiness in the hostile house.

And then, there was that massive cock of his. To be without that huge prick, fucking in and out, pounding and pushing gallons of his jism through her insides. The tearing convulsions of muscles during orgasm when he sprayed her guts full of cum.

Trish opened her thighs. Her robe fell open, and she began sliding her finger between the fat, fleshy flaps of her weeping cunt lips. Her pussy was still dripping from the hard fucking that Dave had given her just before he left, and she knew her cunt was still full of his hot cum that swirled and mingled with her own cunt juices to make a thick soup inside her fuck hole. With infinite slowness, she scooped her love slime up and massaged the fragrant, musky fluid over her clit and the sensitive cunt lips. Then, she took her straining clit between her thumb and middle finger and began rolling it back and forth.

In an instant, three of her fingers were fucked into the boiling depths of her cunt, and her other hand was busily kneading and torturing her tits.

"Oh, Dave," she moaned as her back arched and her hips humped forward to meet her stabbing fingers. "Oh, baby, I need your big hard cock between my legs."

The young woman heard a door slam upstairs. It sounds like the door to Ginny's room, she thought absent-mindedly as she fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Oh God, Dave!" she grunted in the midst of her lonely fantasies. "Oh yes, baby! Fuck me, Goddamnit!" She didn't bother trying to stifle her panting groans. The image of Dave's huge, juicy prick kept flashing before her mind's eye. She could imagine the thick cockhead as it sprayed gouts of scalding cum.

Her body began jerking and convulsing, totally out of control. Great, washing waves of pleasure swept back and forth over the trembling walls of her cunt, sending tongues of fiery pleasure that licked all through her guts. Finally, after one last, pounding jolt, Trish dropped back exhausted onto the bed. And with her fingertips still lodged between her cunt lips and streams of cum running down to drench the bedspread, she fell asleep.

The nap, however, was not restful. She awoke after a half hour of tossing and turning. Trish dressed and was going to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, but as she was walking past the stairs, she heard noises and voices coming from the second floor. Voices, muffled and broken, made their way down the stairs. Moans rose and fell softly through the closed door of Ginny's room.

My God, Trish thought, if she has some boy from school up there in her room, Mike will have her ass in a sling.

For a moment, Trish stood outside the door to be certain she was not mistaken. It wouldn't do to make some sort of false accusation, especially considering how bad their relationship already was. Very soon, her suspicions were confirmed.

"Oh, yeah… unnnnhh!" The girl's grunting sobs sounded through the door. "Fuck my brains out, you big-cocked stud!"

Trish opened the door silently and stood looking at the scene of rutting lust unfolding before her astonished eyes. Ginny was sitting astride the man – for it was a man and no mere boy – her back turned to Trish. The girl's long, thick blond hair was a thrashing, flailing halo that swept in frenzied abandon around her head. As her pumping, plunging ass rose and fell, Trish could see the massive shift of the man's prick glistening and shining, slick with Ginny's pussy juice.