Donna Allen: Their horny new mom

Her cunt quivered under the touch of his tongue. He bit down on her hairy cuntflaps and wet down her muff. He flicked her cunt back and forth until she thought she'd lose her mind.

Gasping loudly, she suctioned his fuckpole all the way into her throat and massaged the tip with her throat-muscles. He continued licking her cunt, growling deep in his throat.

They rolled around on the bed. Soon she lay on top of him. She spread her legs on either side of his head and pressed her pussy firmly against his face.

She moved back and forth, rubbing herself against his nose and lips and cheeks. At the same time she bobbed her head and took his prick in and out of the ring of her lips.

He held her cunt between his teeth and bit down gently. She shrieked and sucked his entire ball-bag into her mouth. He bucked his ass off the bed and she thought for a moment he would blast off in her mouth.

All the while his tongue fluttered crazily over her snatch. She thought he would suck her entire pussy into his mouth, so frenzied was his sucking and licking.

And then she came and her body stiffened as the incredible sensations engulfed her. She clamped her lips down on his cock-root and racked back and forth over his mouth. He worked his tongue over her clit while she came down from her climax. She began climbing toward another orgasm as soon as the first tapered off.

She'd read about multiple orgasms, but had never really experienced it. Not like this. She'd never had an orgasm so intense in her life. Not even with Mark.

She came a third time, blasting off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. She shivered uncontrollably and let herself go as she never had before.

"More! Tongue me! Suck me!" she yelled wantonly.

He moved his hands from her tits to her butt and squeezed and kneaded her flesh while he tongued her cunt. He tried to force his tongue into her pussy-hole without success, but the sensation was wonderful anyway.

The velvety walls of her pussy sucked on his finger when he pushed it inside. He finger fucked her while he tongued her clit and thrust his prick into her mouth.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he said.

"Yes, come in my mouth!"

She could hardly breathe, her excitement was so intense. Maybe now that he knew she could give him whatever he needed, he would get rid of Marilyn. Maybe now she would have him to herself again, along with the boys. She was entitled to it. Paul was her brother. Hers!

He pried open her asscheeks and stabbed his tongue back, and forth over her bung. Never in her life had the inhibited blonde had her asshole licked. She shivered violently and came again when he pushed the tip of his tongue into her brownie.

She bucked her ass frantically and moved her lips rapidly as she mouth-cunt fucked him. Her juices flowed copiously and Paul licked them up.

When he rammed his thumb into her asshole and tongued her cunt, she came again and this time she blacked out from the sensation. Gasping for breath, she held out her arms to him when he suddenly mounted her.

"Come in my mouth, darling," she said. "I want to you, Sis."

"Oh, yes, darling! Yes!"

She came again when he fucked her and the heat of his jism filled her insides to overflowing. And she knew her life would never be the same.

Denise was determined to break up Paul's marriage. She hated her sister-in-law more than ever. She thought about it by the hour and then made a decision.

She waited for a day she and Marilyn would be home alone. She pretended to have a problem and asked Marilyn to listen for a while. Marilyn seemed pleased by the approach. "Have some coffee, Sis," she said to the blonde in the kitchen.

Denise bristled at the term, but smiled. "Let's go into the living room," she said. "It's more comfortable in there. I always did love that room."

Marilyn smiled to herself. It was obvious what Denise meant. Denise had picked out this house and every piece of furniture in it. The living room sofa had been her choice and Marilyn hated it. She decided long ago that the moment Denise moved out she would buy a new one.

Denise padded into the living room, wearing only a sheer, pink, short nightgown. Marilyn followed her, thinking it was strange that the blonde was almost naked. She didn't even have slippers on.

Denise sat down in the middle of the sofa, placing her coffee cup on the table in front of her. "It's nice of you to take the time to talk to me," she said, her eyes down on the floor and her checks flushing. "But I just know you'll know what to do. Paul says you're very wise."

Marilyn stared at Denise. The blonde tucked her legs up under her. Why is she flattering me like that? Marilyn thought. Something's up. I'll just stay cool and find out.

"I don't know how wise I am," she said out loud, "but I'll do my best."

"That's all anyone can do," Denise said, a strange glint in her eyes.

Marilyn sat down at the end of the sofa and pulled the belt of her robe tighter. There was something eerie about Denise. She didn't know what it was, but something was wrong.

Suddenly Denise giggled. "Don't be afraid to sit closer to me," she said, patting the cushion. "We're sisters, aren't we? Come here and let's get nice and cozy."

Marilyn stared at her. Denise's eyes darkened and Marilyn's heart pounded. There was something strange going, on and she was almost afraid to find out what.

She shifted around on the seat and moved closer to the blonde. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she said.

"Talk to you about?" Denise had a blank expression on her face.

"Yes, you said you had a problem," Marilyn said.

"A problem?" Denise stared across the room, her eyes unblinking.

Marilyn wondered if the older woman was having a fit of some kind. Paul had never mentioned that his sister had a neurological problem. Still, anything was possible.

A few minutes passed. Denise stared into space and Marilyn said nothing. She decided to wait for the blonde to start talking. If she was haying a fit of some kind, Marilyn didn't want to get involved in it.

Another five minutes passed. "Are you okay?" Marilyn said. She was beginning to feel nervous.

Denise finally blinked. She smiled. "I'm fine. Just fine."

She sat back on the sofa and hummed while Marilyn fidgeted. "Well, I guess I'll go upstairs and dress," she said, rising up.

Denise sprang up too. "I'll go with you." She ran in front of her sister-in-law. "Don't you just love this living room?" Denise said, her voice shrill and hysterical.

"Yes, it's nice," Marilyn said. She couldn't be totally hypocritical, but what could she say? She couldn't tell Denise it was the ugliest room she'd ever seen.

"Paul just loves my taste," Denise said as they walked upstairs. "Oh, but he's just used it." Her eyes narrowed. "Same day he'll like your taste too."

Marilyn went into the bathroom and ran the water in the tub. Denise came into the room after a moment and rummaged around the vanity. "I used to keep some lotion in here," she said.

Now Marilyn knew her sister-in-law was just killing time. She had something planned, and it wasn't something that would reflect well on Marilyn.

But the younger woman knew how to take care of herself. All the years she'd spent taking care of her parents had taught her something. She sat down on the toilet seat and waited for Denise to leave before she dropped her robe to get into the tub.

"Well, I'll leave you alone now," Denise finally said. Her eyes flickered over Marilyn's body. "Don't tell me you're modest?" she sneered.

"Not really," Marilyn said, pulling her belt tighter around her waist.

"Well, I'll leave you alone now," Denise repeated.

As soon as Denise was gone, Marilyn slipped her robe off and stepped into the tub. She poured some bath oil into the water and turned the hot water on all the way.