Raymond Travis - The seductive sister-in-law

"Look," Shirley's voice spoke softly and she clamped her fingers around his hard erect instrument. "She's going crazy. God, Kent, I'd love to have two men come on me that way."

Kent laughed somewhat uneasily. It was true. The girl's face on the couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovalling lips clasping and unclasping over his long thick prick. The man grunted, his eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the blonde woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who continued the ravishment of her loins.

Shirley's hands moved with greater insistence over Kent's erect blood-filled cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his cotton jockey shorts. "God, you feel big, you big man," she whispered, and pulled her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their underwear prevented complete access to each other. "Later, I want you to put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my cunt at the same time like he's licking her."

Kent gasped, and pulled open Shirley's robe-like costume so that her breasts faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes. He leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were others in the room who might be watching. But a quick look around the room assured him that they were as involved in gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio on the couch… and hell, he thought, if they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole thing. To his side he thought he glimpsed Carol Roberts, Jake Roberts' wife, kissing a man who was definitely not her husband. Maybe he could get something going with her later… she was a lithe little thing, almost like a model except for those nice round tits… Shirley had said something about two guys… and the thought of two women, one that he could finger fuck or suck while he pistoned his cock hotly into another sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.

In front of him, the three were now building toward simultaneous orgasm. The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling hardness into the hot recesses of her silky cunt, while the crouched man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His long fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance up and down over the end of his smoothly thrusting prick as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust.

Kent felt his heavily pulsing penis leap up into his sister-in-law's hand in an obscene sympathetic response. She squeezed gently through his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-gorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest. In turn, he wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris, swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan from her chest. Shirley jerked back a half-step, her eyes gaping toward the couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous cock convulsively lurch his pelvis in climax, his mouth opening wide in an uncontrolled "aaaaah" as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of the girl's warmly sucking mouth.

The man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands, his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin. The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long-held minute, the double impalement driving her to electric-charged gurglings of ecstasy; she was a depraved picture of insane animal lust. Her head sucked hungrily up the huge disengorging cock and her long blonde hair splayed out in abandon across her round quivering breasts as the man skewering into her cunt met her orgasm with a crushing jerk of his buttocks, exploding into her moistly clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crevice between her legs.

Then Kent found himself being guided through near darkness by Shirley's hand on his arm. The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor while she led him towards the back rooms of the apartment. His mind was a blur of confused thoughts. Yes, he wanted to fuck Shirley again, just like that woman had been screwed a few moments earlier on the couch, yet he sensed something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was pulling at him. Halfway down the darkened hallway, he stopped.

"What's the matter?" she said, a sardonic tone coloring her voice. "A brave man like you isn't chickening out at the last minute."

Kent looked down at the girl, her face appearing childlike and innocent in the soft light coming from the living room. Her comment had a disconcerting effect on him. No, he hadn't been scared, but he had sensed something that had knocked his resolve temporarily off-balance. He had gotten so Goddamn worked up out there that he was in a condition to be led blindfolded into anything… He thought of Betty, alone at home, probably waiting up for him in bed. He would have to work up another story about a business meeting and drunken clients who had signed new contracts, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was up to it. Shirley nudged her soft pliant body closer to him, easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp found the erect throbbing head of his cock immediately and she squeezed his warmly pulsing hardness jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly across hers, and thrust his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.

"Follow me," she spoke softly. "The bedroom is just across the hall."

"You're an anxious little thing," Kent breathed into her ear. "What's your hurry, afraid Bob might come home early and catch us?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she quipped, and turned toward the half-opened door in front of them.

Shirley walked in ahead of him, flicking on a light, and sat down on the large round bed in the center of the room. This guy, Jake Roberts, sure keeps himself prepared, Kent mused, gazing at the huge wall-sized mirror that took in the entire king-sized love couch. There was even a small bar placed conveniently to the side of the bed and a filled ice bucket set on its paneled top as though someone had expected them.

"Fix me a drink," Shirley smiled and stretched her full well-formed thighs across the mattress as she plumped up a pillow behind her head. "I'd like to have some more of the hot stuff if you don't mind."

Kent moved with two glasses of the licorice-tasting liqueur to the bed. In a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, Shirley opened her costumed robe, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body. He swallowed hard, handing her a glass, and sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Take your pants off," she purred and slid over beside him. "I want to suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."

Shirley placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Kent stood up, permitting her to work his slacks down his buttocks to his knees. He did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his groin, then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his buttocks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned skin of his lower back.