Carole Wilson - Video Games

He heard nothing. The solid oak doors of the old house did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. Even when he pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that Stephan had possibly gone fast asleep, but Frank remembered the hot looks that Gillian had been giving Stephan at the dinner table earlier, and decided to investigate further. He carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with experience gained through years of childhood sneaking about, he succeeded in turning it without making a sound. One of the light switches for the hall light was nearby on the wall, and Frank flicked it out before slowly pushing the door open just a fraction of an inch.

A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely tuned in to his sister-in-law's love cries. His face split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.

Gillian's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment.

Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening probe in between her legs. Stephan was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like this, that just being fucked so lewdly that afternoon by Frank and Basil could bring more and more pleasure from her body when her husband tonguefucked her. Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head below her.

"Oooooh! Ooooooohhhh! Aaaaaaghhh!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access. "Lick my cunt! Lick it!" she screamed, pleading with him. "Oh God, don't stop now…lick it! Lick it!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her cunt-splitting cum careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop!

As Gillian lay gasping and slowly recovering, Stephan turned her over onto her belly. Her willpower had been completely drained by her cumming, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped asscheeks and bit them with sharp little nips of his teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied.

Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to go on for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered her.

Frank was already on his way down the hall. His ears were humming and his brain spinning. "Good old Stephan!" he said out loud to himself. "I knew he could make it with his wife!"

He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought would be extremely amusing, not to mention thoroughly exciting. He could feel his cock throbbing hard and demandingly between his legs as he made his way to his room.

Frank eagerly sought the doorknob. He turned the handle and stepped in.

Taffy had awakened when Frank had risen from the bed and gone out into the hall. Now she lay trembling with anticipation as her good-looking young husband walked through the darkened room towards the bed. His steely blue eyes glinted and his expression was loving as he moved swiftly to her.

"Hello there!" she whispered, holding her covers teasingly up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a simple white gown that came to her knees and had a white ruffle that closed beneath her chin.

"How would you like to fuck around a little?" he asked, sitting on the bed.

"Sounds good to me," she replied and moved her tongue sensuously across her lips.

Frank's laugh resounded through the bedroom, and Taffy was mortified at the thought that their guests might hear and be awakened.

"Oh hush…please hush!" she cried out.

His head bent low and he kissed her with a hard, burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic of his kisses did its work within her hotly trembling body. His tongue boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her.

"Oh…yes…yes…" she murmured, moving her head from side to side in a cascade of pleasure.

"Wait…" he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "We'll fuck, but you're coming with me first…come on! Hurry!"

Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving her time to put on a robe over her white nightgown.

"Your brother might see…I can't go out like this…" she protested.

"Oh hell, Taffy, he's family, he doesn't care, and neither do you.

Besides, he'll probably be just a bit more undressed than you are anyway." Once more his laugh echoed out into the hall.

Frank was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, curious as to where her impetuous husband was taking her.

"Where are we going?"

"Shhh…" Frank cautioned her, and together they tiptoed down the hall until they got to the door that Frank had listened at earlier.

I sure hope they're still at it! he thought to himself. And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the door, which he had left ajar, the rising voices of his older brother and Gillian could be clearly heard.

Taffy stood with her mouth gaping open as Frank pushed her closer so that she, too, could hear everything.

Inside, Gillian winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt Stephan's finger prodding in between her wide-spread asscheeks. It was as if he had never done that to her before. Though he hadn't actually put his finger in her asshole. But Gillian sensed that this time he would go through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered asshole being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her white asscheeks, and Gillian was surprised to note that his finger in her ass did not hurt as she had anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling through her.

Stephan moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding hole, fucking in and out, widening the tiny hole more and more. Gillian found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress around her. When the determined young husband forced a second finger in, however, she winced aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed.

But Gillian had little time to relax, for Stephan had followed her, kneeling up against her kneeling body, pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Gillian could feel that he was warming to his task, and a shiver of fear ran through her nakedly trembling body when she realized that she was completely at his mercy.

Momentarily he was behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging asshole. Her mouth fell open as she began to groan excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto untouched ass flesh. A strangely appealing subjugation swept over her. She could feel him back there, deliberately stretching her. His voice came to her ears, loud and ringing.

"I've never fucked anyone up the ass…now's as good a time as any!"

"Yes…yes…fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Stephan!" she twisted her neck and cried back to him.

Outside the door Taffy gasped as she heard what her sister-in-law had just said. She had acted looser at dinner tonight-something must have happened to her to make her this way, so suddenly. She had spent the afternoon with Frank and Basil, they must have really had a screw session, because Gillian sure was wild now! Taffy felt her legs grow weak, and she would have not been able to support herself had it not been for Frank's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and it was if he too had to hang on to something to keep from collapsing.