Donna Allen - Their horny new mom

She lay back and let the hot oily water slosh aver her. Denise was acting very peculiar. More peculiar than usual. And Marilyn couldn't figure out why.

She soaped up her tits and the swamp between her legs and thought about her sister-in-law. She knew Denise hated her. The woman was plotting something. What could it be?

She used a washcloth to rub her crotch. It felt good and with a tiny sigh she began masturbating. She fingered her pussy and stopped thinking about Denise. Then suddenly the door opened and the blonde walked in.

"Sorry to bother you, dear," Denise said, plopping down on the toilet seat.

"Oh, that's okay," Marilyn said, taking her hand away from her cunt. She wondered if Denise had seen what she was doing. "I'm spending too much time in here anyway."

"So I see," Denise said. "But then you were having such a good time, weren't you?"

They stared into each other's eyes. Denise glared wickedly and Marilyn smiled. "I wasn't even aware of what I was doing," she said.

"Fat chance," Denise smirked. Her eyes bore into Marilyn's tits. "You certainly have big breasts, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Marilyn said.

"Paul never liked big breasts," Denise said, her voice suddenly warm and sweet. She glanced down at her own chest. She was still wearing the sheer pink nightgown and her tits jutted out.

"The Green women all have nice firm boobies," she said. "Paul was raised on them. I can't imagine what he saw in yours. They're so big. They'll be down to your knees by the time you're forty."

"Yours are almost as big as mine," Marilyn said. She was beginning to get angry.

"But they don't hang," Denise said triumphantly.

Marilyn didn't answer. She knew Denise was jealous. "I think I'd better finish up in here," she said.

Denise leaned forward and her hands almost touched the tub. "I guess you want me to get out of here."

Marilyn stared at her sister-in-law's tits. She could see through the sheerness of her night gown that her nipples were taut and big. She felt a rush in her cunt and picked up the soap.

"I don't care!" Marilyn said. What were those strange sensations in her crotch?

Now Denise sank dawn to the floor next to the tub. She let one hand drop into the hot water and she closely scrutinized Marilyn's body. "You're quite curvy, aren't you?"

Marilyn giggled. "Yes, I'm guilty of that too."

"What do you mean by that?" Her hand touched Marilyn's thigh.

"I mean I'm guilty of that too."

Denise moved her hand up and splashed some water over Marilyn's tits. "It's not a matter of being guilty," she said. She cupped Marilyn's right tit under the water. "Do you have a lot of feeling in your boobs?"

Marilyn held her breath and leaned her head back against the tub. "Yes. Do you?"

"What a question!" Denise said shrilly.

Denise's gown slipped up and Marilyn sighed when the alder women reached over and massaged the back of her neck. It felt good and the brunette closed her eyes and let her head fall forward.

"I'll give you a body massage, if you want," Denise hissed. She caressed the small of Marilyn's back and her shoulder blades. "Get out of there. I'm very good at giving massages."

Without a word, and in a trance-like state, Marilyn rose up and stepped out of the tub.

She let the older woman wrap her in a towel.

Denise dried her off, murmuring about what a lovely massage she would give her.

The naked woman blushed. She suddenly realized what was happening. She took the towel from Denise and covered her nakedness. "I think you better go," she said.

Denise took Marilyn into her arms and hugged her. "Let's be friends," she trilled. "For Paul's sake." Suddenly Denise crouched down and slid her hand between Marilyn's legs. "You were playing with yourself before, weren't you? I know you were. I saw you."

"I think you better leave, Denise," Marilyn said weakly.

Marilyn found herself leaning against the wall while Denise rubbed the flat of her hand up and down her wide-open slit. A tingle of hot pleasure raged through her.

"Let's be friends for Paul's sake," Denise chanted. Her eyes sparkled wildly.

Marilyn felt weak with desire. Jolts of sensation shot through her hairy cunt. Denise's fingers toyed with the curly tendrils of hair and teased her cunt-folds.

"What are you doing?" Marilyn murmured. She held her breath and let the lovely sensations engulf her.

"I'm doing it for you," she said.

The blanket fell to the floor and Marilyn's tits heaved as her sister-in-law frigged her. "Why are you doing this to me?" Marilyn sighed. She humped her ass and thrust herself at Denise's fingers.

"I just want you to feel good," Denise snickered nastily.

A shudder of erotic pleasure coursed through Marilyn's body. "You won't tell Paul, will you?"

"Of course not!" Denise said. "What do you think I am?"

"Oh, God, you're going to make me come!" Marilyn gasped.

"You slut! Let's go into the bedroom," Denise snapped. She stopped fingering Marilyn's cunt and the two women walked down the hall to Denise's bedroom.

Marilyn climbed onto the bed and Denise whipped her nightgown off and joined her.

"Lay down and spread your legs," the blonde hissed. Her eyes were wild and lust filled. Her lips glistened wetly. "Get in your usual position, slut!" she snarled.

"Promise, you won't tell Paul," Marilyn whispered. She had last control of herself and although she knew Denise wasn't her friend, she felt compelled to lay still and let her touch her all over.

Denise lowered her face to Marilyn's cunt. Marilyn tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as the blonde tongued her gash. "I'll bet you never had another woman lick your cunt before," Denise said. "Or have you tried everything?"

"No! No! Never!" Marilyn said.

The younger woman's thighs trembled uncontrollably and Denise pushed them farther apart and ran the tip of her tongue up and down her slit from her cunt to her asshole.

"I'm told that once a woman experiences another woman's tongue on her privates, she's never happy with a man again," Denise said.

"It certainly feels good," Marilyn said in a tiny voice.

"You are a slut, aren't you?" Denise said. She thrust a finger into her sister-in-law's cunthole and licked her cunt.

"Don't say that!" Marilyn sighed.

"Why shouldn't I speak the truth?" Denise said. "Someone around here has to be realistic."

It occurred to Marilyn then what Denise was doing. She was going to blackmail her with Paul. She would tell Paul Marilyn was a lesbian. The young wife was determined not to let her get away with it.

Denise pushed her onto her belly and Marilyn shoved her ass back at the blonde. She rested her cheek on her arms and felt Denise's hands knead and squeeze her ass. A low moan escaped her throat as the older woman's fingers stroked her throbbing flesh.

Denise pushed her onto her side and began stroking her quivering tits. She pinched her nipples until they were taut and then she climbed over her and sucked one of them into her mouth.

Marilyn wasted no time in thrusting her own hand between Denise's thighs. "No! Don't touch me!" Denise rasped.

"I must," Marilyn whispered. "I want to touch you too."

She knew the only way to foil Denise's plan was to touch her and lick her too. And strangely enough, it felt right. Denise stopped arguing when Marilyn found her clit and began rubbing it back and forth. The blonde sighed deeply and thrust her cunt against Marilyn's hand.

"Stick your finger in me!" she hissed.

"Like this?" Marilyn said.

"Yes! Stick it in and out!"

"How's this?" Marilyn snaked two more fingers into Denise's twat and used them like a cock.

"More! More!" Denise cried.

"I can't fit another one in," Marilyn said. "Shall I lick it for you."