Raymond Travis - The seductive sister-in-law

Later, Betty awoke with a sudden start. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets down her legs, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped and she wondered if she just hadn't been awakened from a nightmare. What was happening to her? She remembered falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by Kent's absence and her in-law's provocative behavior. Then whispering voices began again, as though coming from a great distance, somewhere in the living room, but it seemed farther off than that. She glanced at the luminous dial of her watch that she had set on the bed-stand. One o'clock. Quite awhile since she'd gone to bed.

She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across the thick carpet to the bedroom door. She reached to the switch for the air-conditioning and turned it off, but no new sounds appeared. Slowly, with a care that was really unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly out into the hallway. The sounds had started again and were more pronounced now, and she had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still numbed from the deep sleep she had awakened from and she had trouble focusing her mind on what she should do. A low animal-like grunt told her the obvious: Shirley and Bob had continued what they had begun on the patio a few hours before.

Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmm," the sound lolled out from a woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid succession. "Ohhhhh, God, yes, yesssss," Bob's voice breathed low and impassioned.

Betty stood stock still, indecisive as to whether she should leave or stay. They had been drawing her into this, especially that little whore Shirley, all afternoon. She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it.

"Bob, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Shirley's voice murmured. "And it tastes so good, round and hard in my mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it."

Betty recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? She had known people did such things but she had always pushed the disgusting thought from her mind as something too low to even think about.

"Now hold it in your hand, baby," she heard Bob's voice say, low and moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers, yeah, oh yeah, that's good."

Suddenly, Betty heard Shirley's voice let out a tart laugh that slowly turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was she doing now, her mind raced.

"Tell me you want me to suck it, tell me again," she heard Shirley tease.

"I said suck it, fuck it with your mouth," Bob's voice became more insistent. "Ooooooh, mmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue. Swirl your tongue around it like you always do."

"Mmmmmmgh," the wet lapping-sucking sounds started low and then became more and more violent.

"Now raise your ass up," she heard Bob's voice command in the viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours, let me fuck you with my fingers… Oh baby, loosen your lips and let me slide my prick in farther, I want to push it down your throat," he blurted out, and Betty bent back, her legs feeling slack, but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly. "When I cum I want you to drink it, do you hear, suck it and drink it."

Betty felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she wasn't. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was putting his cock inside Shirley's full-lipped mouth and she must be moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his prick, sucking on it, the words blazed in flaming print across her consciousness. She had to leave, there was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long blonde hair cascading over the front of her transparent nightgown and suffered with the image of that long thick cock plunging into the young girl's wetly ovalled mouth, her long black hair tumbling over his tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands…

"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"

Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and another short groan before momentary silence.

"I've been neglected," came the short curt remark from Shirley's lips. Then she purred: "My little pussy needs some attention too. Do you want to suck my cunt?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Then here it is. Isn't it lovely? It feels good from when you touched it, but I want you to lick it."

"I'll put my tongue down like this… how is this, I'll suck your clit first."

"Yes, lick… suck my little clit. Oh, oh, God, you can fuck me with your tongue, God, you lick… your tongue feels gorgeous," the girl crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

Betty's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could hear it across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop, it lurched on accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her brother-in-law's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first warming tremblings of arousal that began seething around deep in her groin.

"Oh, my darling… oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy… G-God, it feels so ggoooooooodddd."

Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first few words Bob emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper: "Baby, let's fuck. I want to fuck… you… right now… I want my cock in your hot pussy."

"Say it again," Shirley mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me… say it and make my cunt jump!"

"I-I, I'm going to fuck you. That's it, open your legs wide, here, I'm coming in. Oooooo."

"Yes, oh you feel so BIG, it feels so Goddam good, Bob. Fuck, oh fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck my cunt like you never fucked it before."

Betty could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the white nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling was not stopped. Nothing was clear to her, she understood nothing – she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes, even Shirley had suggested it – but God! – never like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy – and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.