Raymond Travis - The seductive sister-in-law

The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her brother-in-law and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild throes of pleasure. Fucking, that was what they were doing, the salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of puritan values. But she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal passage expanding; her finger was a cock, she thought, not Kent's now, but Bob's, and she was doing what they had talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.

The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild plungings of her husband's brother's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak of the springs on the couch became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The thought that NO, this was horrible, she should stop, again floated through her consciousness – it had been this that Shirley had suggested earlier that afternoon – yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she was doing what Shirley and Bob had known she would do, and she stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.

"Yes, oh yes!" Shirley panted. "Every bit of it, lover… I want you to jam your cock all the way in me. Clear up to my throat!"

Betty could see, as through second vision, Bob's huge thickly glistening cock ramming its way into her new sister-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole – and her gasps began to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted everything that Shirley was getting, she wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Betty let herself slide down to her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now, her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the hair on Bob's strong masculine chest. The wetly sluicing sound of "squish… squish-squish", became clearly discernible to Betty as her hand thrust and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body.

"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cockkkkkk!" she heard Shirley cry out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck… me… good… move your cock in me that way… yes, God, Bob, you feel so goooooddd, ahhh… in deeper, oh yes."

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Betty's groin and into her rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Bob grinding his smoothly gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of that little bitch, Shirley. But Betty was that bitch, and her cunt was now Shirley's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months, but now had been completely ignited like a time bomb.

"Like this… is… this… what you mean… fuck like… thiiiiis!"

"Oh, oh, arrrrrgh," Shirley groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder, haaaaarder. Oh, I love you, I love the way you screw me. Oh God… Screeeeeeew meeeee!!!"

Betty heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of honey-blonde hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible obscenities.

"Yes… Oh, Bob… cumming, I'm cummmminnng," Shirley's voice rippled through the dark.

"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too, Goddddddd, arrrrgh," his piercing scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.

In one final lurch, Betty arched up over the carpet, her fingers still rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt. Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the house. Her fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.

Then, her passion spent, reality came back to her with a sickening jolt. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her disordered nightie down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window. She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her thoughts as a warm summer breeze blew through the bedroom window, billowing out the curtains and softly caressing her exhausted body as later, she fell into a deep, but troubled sleep.

A gentle early morning breeze blew in the half-open window of Betty and Kent Howard's bedroom. The brilliant sun streamed through the opened curtains, casting a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet. It flooded over the bed where the couple still lay in deep slumber.

Betty awoke slowly. She squinted her eyes and raised her arm over her forehead as a shield, then turned to her side on the bed in an attempt to escape the glittering yellow light. Her arm curled around her husband's naked waist, her fingers trailing through the hair on his flat firm stomach.

Kent is home, she thought with a start. He must have come in during the night and I didn't even hear him.

Her eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of her husband's shoulder. She opened her eyes completely, rolling over on her back, and glanced at his sleeping form. His face was buried between uplifted muscular arms, leaving visible only a chock of thick black hair. His strong inner sinews strained from upraised arms through round muscular shoulders and over his tanned hardened back barely covered by the sheet. Betty readjusted the loosely slipping thin strap of her white diaphanous nightgown back over her shoulder and sighed with displeasure. Kent had forgotten to wear his pajamas again though she had told him it ran up laundry bills. Especially when he drank, because he sweated so much. She could tell he had been drinking again by the loud jagged snores that shook periodically through his otherwise perfect, almost statue-like body.