Wilma Crane - Family bride

When she had said all that to herself she felt a little frightened to realize that she could be so weak, and she heaved her cunt up at him, as though by continuing the action, but at a more frantic pace, she could somehow make herself strong again, or forget that she was weak. So she heaved herself against him, wanting the deepest penetration possible. Her juices flowing like sweet, hot honey within her and around the quickening piston of his cock, she moaned a little and began to make a soft dove-like cooing sound each time she felt the tip of his cock drop through the reddened, enfolding tissues of her vagina to probe and widen the entrance to her womb.

Her saliva thickened sweetly around the invasion of her husband's tongue. Continuing to pull him into her, her fingers gripped the smooth heat of his hips or tangled wildly in his straight dark hair. Her thighs quivered with her continual effort to spread them even wider to accommodate the deepest of his long, sure plunges into her.

Without warning, Jim began bucking above her, his hard pelvis banging against her wide hipbones. One of his hands closed over her shoulder to hold her down so that she couldn't interrupt his plunges by trying to kiss him. His other hand cupped her buttocks brutally, urging her cunt violently against him as his searing, swollen cock skewered rapidly in and out of her sucking cunt. The white heat of the crown of his cock burst past the opening of her womb, lodged there for a fraction of a second, then rushed on.

As Jim plunged into her and held himself at the point of deepest penetration, Valerie could feel her inner tissues resisting the bloated heat of his cock as it pulsed hotly within her. It was always this moment of barbaric writhing that frightened her; each time she experienced his blind fury as his orgasm approached she was afraid of him.

And then she felt his body stiffen above her. She gasped as the scalding heat of his thick come foamed into her womb, propelled by the undulating contractions of his thick cock. Again and again she gasped as the burning cream of his sperm foamed into her. With each jet his tensed body jerked above her, his cock nudging deeper and deeper.

When she thought she could stand it no more, her own heat began to widen around his buried cock, and, though Jim made no effort to resume his strokes, she began bucking beneath him in an effort to consummate her own orgasm.

She could feel it coming, like an infinitely fine dine of fire contracting steadily around her clitoris. Her husband's copious load of sperm and her own rich juices oozed out of her cunt around his cock and she could feel them trickling down between her buttocks. They could feel the channel of her vagina slithering up and down around the burning heat of his cock like a cylinder lined with sparking gunpowder.

She started to call out to him to help her, hut at that moment she looked over his shoulder and saw that Rich was awake on the couch. He smiled knowingly down at her, but said nothing.

Then, with her brother-in-law's cold eyes watching her contorted face, Valerie felt the rushing crest of her orgasm overtake her.

"Mmmmggrrr…" she groaned, locking her thighs around Jim's hips and pulling his head down to kiss him in a way that she hoped was clearly different from any of the ways she had kissed his brother.

Her cunt milked feverishly at the column of hard, hot flesh which had given her so much pleasure. She ground her soft tissues up at him, wriggling from side to side and losing count of the bursts of raining phosphorescence she imagined accompanied her shudders of pleasure.

Little by little then, in rhythm to her long, deep gasps for breath, the hot waves of her climax subsided until she held very still beneath him, feeling very weak and suddenly exhausted, but still very warm because, though his cock had softened a little, she still held it gripped within the gentle clutch of her vagina.

Jim touched the side of her cheek with his thumb, kissed her lovingly, his tongue teasing softly between her lips as had been their ritual before they had separated, and held her tight against him. She could feel his heart thumping against the resilient flesh of her breasts.

"You've got to come back," he whispered to her. "I need you. I didn't want to admit it, but I need you. I've been wandering around like a lost little kid."

"I don't know," she whispered, holding onto his hips. "I wish I did, but I don't know."

"Don't say that," he whispered. Then, after a minute he said, "You're Catholic. You can't divorce me."

"I can live here," she said. "Maybe after I get my head in the right place you can come visit me sometimes. Maybe we can get back together again, Jim. But right now I just don't know. I'm afraid of marriage. I can't help thinking it's cheating me out of something – my own life, my own friends, my own fulfillments. I don't know what."

Jim kissed her gently on the forehead, then tilted her chin up with the fingers of one hand so that she would have to look him in the eye. "You're treating marriage like some kind of Big Bad Wolf," he said. "We're too good together to live apart. And I need you, Val. Really. I do."

"I need you, Valerie. Really I do," Rich whined from the couch, his chin propped on his hands as he looked down at his brother and sister-in-law.

"Drop dead, Bud," Jim told him, without looking away from Valerie's eyes.

Rich began to sing: "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf…"

"I am, Jim," Valerie said softly, her voice hardly audible as she answered his sincere gaze with a look of her own – equally sincere, yet different. "I am," she repeated. "I am."