J Blackwood - The horny newlywed

Isabelle pulled Mark's cock out of her mouth and looked up at his smiling face, the jets of shower water spraying down on them, the steam rising about their already hot bodies.

She smiled. "Mmm, this is super," she said. "You're so much like Matthew, but so different. Your cock is so much longer, so much harder. It's a real treat to suck on such a gorgeous cock. I really love it."

She returned her mouth to his throbbing cock and pulled it back in. She hummed appreciatively as she took more and more of the engorged length into her hungry mouth. She was glad for the opportunity to provide this service for him. She had begun to think the entire week might pass by without a chance to be alone with her new brother-in-law.

She reached between his legs and grabbed his large swollen balls. She massaged them very carefully, rolling them around in her hand, gently squeezing them, scratching the wrinkled leathery sac, wrapping her thumb and two fingers around the banging skin and pulling down, making the sac look even bigger even longer than it already was. She continued to hum as she toyed with his massive balls and sucked on his hot, thick cock.

Mark leaned back against the wall of the shower and ran his hands over Isabelle's lovely wet blonde hair. He never dreamed his brother's new young wife would be so hot, so eager to wrap her mouth around his long-neglected cock as this.

His own wife had never satisfied him this way. She was too… too proper to suck on a preacherman's cock. Or at least, she gave the impression she was. But Mark couldn't help but wonder if, now that she'd left him and run off with another man, she sucked on his cock.

He also wondered what would happen if Matthew ever found out. This was a gamble, he knew. It was a high risk. But she was doing such a grand job sucking his cock he couldn't bother with thinking about the consequences.

Her mouth had such powerful suction. Her lips were so tight wrapped around his swollen cockshaft. Her throat was so nice and hot and deep.

He couldn't remember the last time he had had his cock sucked. He could barely recall the last time he had sex of any sort. It had to have been months before his wife left him. And that was years ago.

The break-up had been so traumatic he couldn't face the pain and agony of getting involved in another relationship. And there was the embarrassment of his wife running off with the choir director, a man five years younger than she was. He found it hard to face his congregation after that, for, as it turned out, he was the last one to know.

But this was terrific. A long, low hum of deep appreciation welled up from his throat as he gently forced more of his long cock into Isabelle's hungry mouth. He squeezed her beautiful blonde head as he watched his aching cock disappear repeatedly into her face.

"Oh, Belle, that's terrific. You don't know how happy you're making me. That's absolutely wonderful. You're satisfying my deepest desires. Oh, yes. Suck harder now, faster. But we mustn't be caught. We can't have Matthew finding out. Oh, yes, dear. I… I… I'm going to shoot pretty soon. I hope you don't mind. I hope you can take it. I feel like I'm going to fill your pretty mouth with a gallon of cum, it's been so long since I've had my cock sucked. You're so good to me. So so wonderful. Oh, yes that's it! Faster now! Stroke my cock faster with your hand and my cum is all yours. Oh, yes. Mmmmmm!"

He rolled his head back against the shower wall, his eyes closed in extreme ecstasy. He could feel himself getting higher and higher from the terrific blowjob his sister-in-law was giving him. He could feel his balls pull up in his crotch. He could feel his fuck glands scream out for release.

The fact that they might be discovered any minute added to his sexual thrills. When his brother wrote to him and announced he was finally getting married after all these years, Mark never suspected his new sister-in-law would be so young, so gorgeous – and so hot. And if Matthew ever found out, he would be facing the same desperate feelings Mark had felt when he learned of his own wife's wicked ways. And if his congregation ever found out, it would be a disaster he would never be able to face.

Isabelle squeezed her hand tighter around the base of Mark's cock, the part she wasn't already sucking deep into her mouth, deep down her hot tight throat. She too, felt the urgency of the situation. She wanted this gorgeous young stud's jism shooting down her throat and she wanted it now.

She moaned with sheer delight from the experience. It had been so long since she had had a cock as wonderful as this to suck on. That was one thing – one of many things – Matthew wouldn't let her do for him.

She had fallen madly in love with him the first time she saw him. He was so tall and so good looking. And he turned out to be a terrific person – so kind, and gentle and understanding.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Except go wild in the bedroom. He was too straight. She told herself she should have expected that. In the interests of living up to the high standards of his profession, he had told her he didn't believe in engaging in premarital intercourse.

But Isabelle was so in love with him, she told herself it didn't matter. There were so many other things about him that mattered much more than sex. And once they were married she found he was still not willing to go all out to satisfy her.

Oh, they had consummated their marriage, but he believed in making love only once a week, on Saturday evening, after he was done writing his sermon for the next day, and so he would have a good night's sleep.

That once a week turned out to be not enough for Isabelle. She was young yet, about twelve years younger than Matthew, who was already showing signs of salt and pepper around the temples of his dark brown hair.

Every Saturday night it was the same. Just one quick fuck and that was it. He wouldn't hear of anything else. He wouldn't ravage her; most often he wouldn't even satisfy her.

And he certainly wouldn't have her ravaging his body. That was completely out of the question. He wouldn't engage in anything but straight, missionary position sex. And when it was over, he'd say, "Thank the Lord," roll over and go to sleep.

Six months of that was more than enough not only to inflame the passions deep down inside his hot young wife's lusty belly, but it was enough to frustrate her, enough to cause her eye to start wandering, enough to cause her to start thinking about other men, other positions, the size and shape of other cocks, the taste of male fuck juice she had grown to love over the years prior to meeting Matthew. And she longed for the delightful feel of a hot wet tongue working over her cunt and clit.

Now it was the holidays, and they had decided to open up their house for a week to their new in-laws whom they hadn't met. And Isabelle was discovering she was enjoying herself for the first time in months.

Matthew's younger brother, Mark, was the first to arrive – alone, shame-faced, and longing for warm companionship and understanding. Soon their younger sister, Ruth, and her husband, Ted, would be there. And Isabelle's sister, Catherine, and her new husband, Vince, whom she hadn't met yet, would fly in from the coast.

The house would be a bustle of activity. But Isabelle didn't mind. That's what the holidays were for.

Besides, their large three-stow parsonage had been virtually empty, begging for the sounds of laughter and conversation and singing – and wild, unbridled sex. And she welcomed the opportunity to be a gracious hostess, to make Matthew proud of the way she ran a household, and to entertain so many people.

When Mark flexed his thigh muscles and his body stiffened, his hips thrust forward in short quick stabs, and she knew he was ready to blast. She hummed eagerly, welcoming, anxious to have his tasty male wed shoot in her mouth and down to her stomach.