Wilma Crane - Family bride

Valerie gasped shallowly as the cold meat slid into the moist clutch of her cunt, and her thighs twitched as her brother-in-law twisted the sausage against her clitoris. "There's more than one way to be poor," she said.

Then she parted her thighs and let him roll between them to eat the sausage out of her cunt. She could look down and see one end of it in his mouth, the other end gripped softly by her cunt. He didn't pull it out, but twisted it back and forth with his lips, the end of it rocking slickly against her clitoris. She could feel her cunt and his mouth warming the meat that connected them. Her upper thighs quivered and she giggled at the same time, very softly, as the warmed sausage was twirled within her. She could feel the ticklish oozing of her juices around it and she was again reminded of how very little it took to arouse her sexually.

Then Rich poked the sausage deeply into her cunt with his tongue so that only the very end of it protruded from her inner labia. She felt her outer lips close over it and for a second she was afraid that he had lost the sausage inside of her. But then he pressed his lips against her outer labia and drew hot circles around the end of the sausage with his tongue. The sausage swooshed hotly over her erect clitoris as Rich sucked it quickly out of her cunt like a child eating spaghetti. She wondered if she could have an orgasm this way, but when he pushed another sausage into her cunt she saw the same animal look in his eyes that she had seen when he had brought the dog in to fuck Jeanne. And she knew that, however boyish he looked, her brother-in-law would never be able to make love to her innocently, the way Jim had done in the beginning. And, although she giggled and quivered with strange delight as he eased the sausage into her cunt, she hated him a little, too.

"You kinda like me now, huh?" Rich asked her, running his strong brown hands over her thrusting white breasts.

She looked down and saw the doughy folds of his foreskin peeling slowly back as his big cock began to stiffen, and she thought, Like most men, Rich, your heart, or what substitutes for a heart, is in your cock. Then she told him, looking straight into his eyes, "I like what we're doing now because it's fun, and it feels good to me, and it was, remember, my idea. But don't think I'm falling in love with you – or even that I'll want to see you again after today. I'm not, and I don't. If you ever show up at this house again I'll call the police without a moment's hesitation. Don't make the mistake of thinking I'll be afraid of a scandal, either. You've played on that fear in me – and on too many other women, too, probably – long enough." She looked at him and didn't know whether he had even listened to what she had said, let alone whether he believed her. But she had said it, and she didn't think she could've said it more truly. And she smiled because she was pleased with what she had told him and because, for the moment, she felt good about what they were doing, even though she remembered, in the back of her head, that she had not liked other things she had done with him that afternoon. "Now here," she said, pulling him down by the shoulder. "Suck this sausage out of my vagina. It's been in the refrigerator and it's making my cunt cold."

Rich's lips were hot around the cylinder of greasy meat as he bit off little pieces of it and swallowed them, pulling the sausage out of her cunt a little at a time, his saliva running hotly over her labia as he licked the hairs of her cunt to cleanse them of the jellied grease from the meat. When he had eaten all of the sausage, his tongue burrowed deeply into her and she squirmed erotically as she felt the slightly abrasive caress of his tongue mash against the drooling knot of her clitoris.

"I like it," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair and pushing his face down a little harder on her swelling labia. She moaned then as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth and twiddled the end of it with his tongue. A slow, thick heat seemed to ooze up toward his mouth from the inner recesses of her pussy, and she was a little disappointed when he raised up from her cunt, licking his lips and smiling boyishly.

Rich reached over and took another cherry tomato from the basket. "Try this," he said, pushing it into his mouth. Then he leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, pressing it with his tongue against the underside of the tomato.

"Ahhhh!" Valerie gasped as her nipple erected then burst through the ripe flesh of the tomato, tingling in the sudden flood of cool juice and seeds that Rich quickly sucked away and swallowed.

She let him suck on her nipple for several seconds; then she reached over on the table and picked up the glass of wine.

Rich gasped as the purple wine poured down over his hard, hot cock, and he looked up at her in surprise.

Valerie smiled at the wine running bright as blood over her brother-in-law's erection. Then, with a little twisting motion, she turned in his arms and began to lap the bittersweet trickles from his abdomen. Her hot tongue swirled into the depression of his navel, and her lips made a sucking gurgle as she drank up the wine collected there. Then she ran her tongue down the upper point of his wine-stained pubic hair and lapped the fluid from around the root of his cock. He had closed his legs when he had felt the cold splash of the wine, and there were full pockets of purple fluid caught in the spaces between his testicles and his muscular thighs. Valerie used her tongue like a siphon to suck up the flesh-warmed wine.

"Wow!" Rich breathed, his fingers dipping into her labia. "You're turning me on!"

Valerie glanced at him, then reached for the wine glass. She took a sip, but didn't swallow it. Instead, she pressed her pursed lips against the head of his cock and leaned against it until she had taken his glans into her mouth. A little of the wine dripped down the shaft of his cock from the corners of her lips, and she could see it glistening in the gold tangle of the hair on his nuts.

"Oiee!" Rich gasped, his fingers probing deeper into her pussy. "That's hot and cold at the same time!"

Valerie whirled the warming wine around and around the head of his cock, her cheeks ballooning out a little as she tried to blow some of the wine down the tube of his urethra.

She felt his hand leave her cunt, and from the corner of her eye she saw him pull the wine bottle toward him. Then she felt the cold mouth of the bottle pushed against her cunt. She swallowed the wine in her mouth as Rich pushed the top of the bottle gently into her pussy and tipped it up.

"Annhhhh!" she gasped, jerking up from his cock as she felt the cold wine slosh into her cunt. The temperature of the fluid was cool, but the sensations it aroused were fiery against her tender tissues. She panted shallowly as she watched him pull the bottle away, closing the lips of her cunt with his other hand to seal the wine inside.

"Hotter than cum, huh?" he asked, grinning, his brown hand pulling at her hip to position her cunt over his face.

Valerie rolled over him into a sixty-nine position, and as she felt his mouth press against her sealed-off cunt and as she felt his fingers release her labia, she slurped the head of his cock back into her mouth.

But the pleasant burning she felt as the wine trickled out of her cunt into her brother-in-law's sucking lips was so intense that she could only hold his glans in her mouth, pressing her tongue against it and panting through her nose. The warm sting of the wine bathed her clitoris as it trickled down past the tingling knot of nerves and she felt a small, intense prickle of orgasmic delight as Rich blew the wine back into her cunt.

By the time Rich had repeated the action three times – sucking the wine from her drenched pussy only to blow it back in over her tingling clitoris – he had swallowed most of the slightly thickened fluid.