Carole Wilson - Video Games

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Gillian choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its juices.

"Oh shit!" Basil exclaimed. "Oh shit!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Nnnnnnnghghghhhh!" he grunted, lifting Gillian's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep, deep into her climaxing pussy.

"Ooooooh…yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Gillian cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning-hot cum juices that filled her quivering cunt.

She did not feel completely human when, caught in the throes of her tumultuous cum, she began to murmur a steady stream of words.

"Oh, give it to me, give it to me…oh! I want it…I need it… give it to meeeee!"

Frank felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that Basil could make his sister-in-law cum like that. Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Gillian. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Frank could see that Basil had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the warm air of the living room. Only Gillian's soft mewling mingled with Basil's heavy panting could be heard in the quiet house.

Basil pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn-looking. But Basil seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go.

He clumsily got to his feet, and still panting, headed for the bathroom. Frank moved around Gillian's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused. What a sight! he thought. What a gorgeous creature his sister-in-law was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Frank longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and wide-spread for all the world to see; and the blonde curling pussy hairs glistened with combined juices. She was an obscenely presented treat, Frank thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.

There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for later, for some other time. The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated prick felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his black hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them with an expression of utter bliss.

Gillian stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments, she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Frank's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling dick, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Frank looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.

"I'm gonna cream on you, baby…I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a strangled cry, he let his raging hot cock jerk upward with a sharp jolt.

"Nnnaaaaannnnnghghghghhhhhh!"

Suddenly Gillian felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body. On her face, running down her hugely billowing tits, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down her still spread inner thighs toward her already cum-inundated young pussy. Frank's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white juices of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Frank uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his cum fluids spurted down onto Gillian's startled features.

Yet, she was unable to feel the shame that she knew she ought to be feeling. Instead, it seemed like the ending to a wonderful experience, the topping on the cake, and the start of her new life with Stephan.

The big clock in Frank and Taffy Edwards' living room struck eleven. It was late, and Stephan Edwards sat alone in his brother's study thinking about the events his brother had just described to him concerning what had happened between Frank, Basil, and his wife, Gillian, that afternoon in this house.

He had found it difficult to believe at first, but then Frank had shown him the film of the whole thing and you couldn't disbelieve proof like that. It was like he was a witness, and his cock throbbed painfully at the lewd sights he had seen.

At first he'd been angry. But, then Frank had talked him out of that, after all he had done almost the same thing himself with the teenage fuck-film actress, Kitty. Then he had thought back to dinner, the way that Gillian had kept her eyes on him throughout, almost as if she were willing him to throw her to the floor and fuck her. There was a difference all right. There had been one in her from the minute she had called him on the phone and said that Frank and Taffy had invited them for dinner and to stay overnight. If there was such a difference in her everyday actions, he could hardly wait to see what she was going to be like in bed.

His mind turned to Gillian upstairs in the guest bedroom. He decided he would go up and climb in bed with his beautiful blonde wife now.

Together they would celebrate the beginning of their sexual liberation in a very special way he had not even thought of yet. Carrying a drink of scotch and water with him, he slowly climbed the stairs to the guest room where she had gone earlier.

Stephan continued past his brother's bedroom door and on down the hall towards the guest room. He paused for a moment outside of the door. He knew that his brother and sister-in-law were sleeping further down the hall; he hoped they weren't light sleepers. He intended to have a good time tonight and if that meant noise, then so be it. He smiled at the lewd thoughts running through his head and went into the guest room.

All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Gillian was awake in the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without speaking, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean, taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room. A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could make out Gillian's voluptuous curved shape on the bed. As he reached the bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle on the bed and Gillian's hands moved out and her fingers clasped his prick. It jerked to life in her hands as her other fingers began to slowly massage his softly dangling balls, gently smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she touched his now painfully jerking cock.

"Aaaah," she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"

"I'm here…" Stephan replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood stark still and let his beautiful liberated wife continue her expert manipulations. "As you can tell!"

Frank stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway and his bare feet padded noiselessly towards his bedroom from the bathroom. He had been listening, waiting for Stephan to come up the stairs, and now he was sure that Stephan had just gone into Gillian's room.

Shit! he thought. Wish I was getting some more of that tail! His generally mischievous nature had changed little since he was a small boy, and he thought it might be amusing to find out if he could hear Stephan while he was going at it with Gillian, maybe even film the whole thing. So, on his way down to his own room and his wife's waiting cunt, he made a stop outside Stephan's door.