Raymond Travis - The seductive sister-in-law

"Oh God, Bob, that's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my cunt with your fingers like that," Betty groaned next to him.

Christ, he was doing it, Bob was screwing his wife up the ass! Kent's mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own younger brother ramming his lust-swollen cock into his wife's tightly clasping rectal passage, and again he sensed Shirley shift her weight, slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together!! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife, he had forgotten that it was his own brother who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust-contorted lips. It was just a wild, passion driven woman writhing and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story of Sodom itself! Then the image of Betty returned again to his mind: he had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being that could never have been touched by anything else: the prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by someone who was virtually her brother sent a tingle of salacious desire through his groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his sister-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his brother's wife's warm smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Betty's cries and pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be fucking his wife's cunt while his brother rammed his prick into her tight virginal asshole.

"Oh Christ, Bob," Betty mewled only a few inches away from him. "God, your cock feels gooooooood!"

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy breathing coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited by the minute. Bob was whispering things that Kent could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden. Kent suddenly heard his brother gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Kent could not mistake their cruel sadistic meaning.

"Goddamn it, your asshole… let me fuck it haaaaaaarder."

He couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and hardened his already blood-gorged member into a boiling rod of hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing his sister-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but his imagination ran rampant; the low dim form of Betty's buttocks raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his brother plunging into her tightly puckering behind, emerged clearly in his mind. She was not fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken only by the obscene slap of Bob's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the naked flesh of her hungrily flexing buttocks.

Kent sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was that he had never dreamed of such depravity – and his sweet puritanical wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of passion were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear channel by Bob's pummeling rod of flesh. He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying breasts brushing softly against his chest. "Oh Kent," she murmured as though waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you… yes, fuck me in front while your brother fucks me from behind… put your cock in my pussy… I've always wanted it like this."

He pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long cascading honey blonde hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue spilling wetly into his mouth, while her hands shot down to his loins and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the hard rubbery head of his cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.

"Oh, yes, I want you in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet opening and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.

Good Christ, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin. Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving young belly while his own brother fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a moment, parting the softness of her blondly curling pubic hair with the tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.

The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his loins and burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear… he could hold back no longer! He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his brother's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow hourglass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.

Suddenly the bedside lamp flicked on. Kent glimpsed Shirley leaning down from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Betty's head. One of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched her leg out so that it lay across Betty's head and fell gently over Kent's upper back. Then she pushed her fingers against the silky black hairs of her cunt and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly glistening vaginal lips. Her other hand massaged her own breasts in wild circular motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Betty's body between Kent and her husband.

"Oooooooo, it looks so nice, two brothers fucking you at the same time like that," Shirley moaned, looking down at the young woman's crazily flailing head.

"Yes, oh yes, my husband and your husband feel so good fucking me together," Betty answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Shirley's slightly parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.