Naomi McElroy: Blackmailed Sister-in-law

Seeing the bucking pair climax released Mike from his hypnotic state of immobility. The look of total rapture on his brother's face as he spewed his hot seed into his wife's cuntal opening suddenly made him regain his senses. He's shooting his wad in my Sarah's pussy! he realized, jealous rage tearing through him like a blazing inferno, making his blood boil! A strangled cry coming from his throat, Mike suddenly kicked the door open and lunged at the two naked infidels like a madman, his face purple with wrath.

Sarah's head spun in his direction and she screamed. In seconds, Mike had his brother by the hair, lifting him off the bed as if he were a mere child. «You doublecrossing bastard!» he yelled, hurling the bewildered young man across the room. «Screwing my wife behind my back!» Gene slammed into the opposite wall, grunting, then crumpled to the floor like a marionette, a dazed expression on his face. He sat there gazing up at his brother with incredulous eyes, his shriveled organ still dripping its forbidden juices. Mike crossed the room in angry strides to grab him by the throat, lifting him to his feet.

«No, wait!» Gene begged, his eyes wide with fear as his brother's fingers closed around his throat. «Aghhhhhhh!» he cried, clawing at Mike's hands, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.

«Mike, stop it!» Sarah shrieked, fearing that her enraged husband would choke the life out of his brother. «You'll kill him! He's not worth it, Mike!»

His fingers relaxed at Sarah's pleas. She was right. Gene wasn't worth going to prison for. Releasing his hold on the young man's throat, Mike clenched his fist and struck his brother in the jaw. A resounding crack filled the air. Grunting, Gene spun backward, his thin arms flailing wildly. When he toppled to the floor, Mike lifted his leg to kick him savagely.

Screaming in pain, Gene doubled over, holding his rib cage. «Jesus,» he panted, his face twisted in agony as he rocked to and fro. «I think you just broke my ribs!»

«You're lucky I didn't break your neck!» Mike spat, feeling nothing but contempt for the cowering figure in front of him. «If you weren't my own brother, I'd break you in two!» He grabbed his arm to yank him to his feet. «Now get your clothes on and get the hell outa here before I kill you!»

Whimpering like a beaten dog, Gene staggered to his feet. «You don't understand,» he said in a whining voice, reaching for his clothes. «Sarah's no good, Mike. And I can prove it to you!» Jerking on his pants, he reached for the pornographic photos on the night stand. «Here!» he said, a triumphant look on his face as he handed the pictures to Mike. «This is what your precious wife is really like!»

«No!» Sarah protested, jumping from the bed. She tried to grab the photos away from her husband but Mike shoved her away, sending her staggering backwards. Sobbing, the distraught brunette watched helplessly as her husband quickly examined the photos. Her heart pounded and a sick feeling washed over her at the dark fury in Mike's face. «Mike, please!» she begged. «Let me try to explain!»

But he shot her a venomous look. «Seems to me things are pretty damn clear. You've been cheating on me with my own brother and posing for filthy pictures on the side!» Disgust and disillusionment flooded his entire being. How could he have been so blind, go stupid not to see that the wife he held on a pedestal had been cuckholding him? His eyes narrowing, he turned to his brother. «Get out!» he hissed through clenched teeth. «I'll deal with you later!»

Gene needed no further prodding. Anxious to escape his brother's fury, he grabbed his jacket and fled from the room, his jaw throbbing and his ribs on fire. Somehow the unscrupulous young man's scheme had backfired. Sarah was the only person who was supposed to get hurt. «I hope he beats the shit out of her,» he muttered under his breath as he tore out the door and ran to his car.

Naked and trembling, Sarah crouched on the bedroom floor, wondering fearfully what Mike would do to her. «Gene made me go to bed with him!» she gasped as Mike came toward her menacingly, unbuttoning his shirt. «He said he'd show you those photos if I didn't!»

«Did he make you wiggle you ass like a two-bit whore too?» he demanded. «Did he force you to wrap your legs around him and beg for more? And did someone force you to pose for those dirty pictures too?» He laughed mirthlessly, unzipping his trousers. «Just how dumb do you think I am, Sarah?» he asked, coming closer, his face ominous.

«I had to do it, Mike,» she explained, her face beseeching. «My mother was sick and I needed money to take care of her. It was the only way I could get it.»

As she babbled on, trying desperately to make him understand, Mike removed the rest of his clothing until he stood in front of her stark naked, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face like a cobra about to strike. But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were devouring his wife's luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly through his veins. God, she's gorgeous, he thought. No matter what Sarah had done, how she had betrayed him, Mike knew that he was still hopelessly in love with her. That she was the only woman he wanted for his own. His mouth watered at the delectable mounds of firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor, their rosy nipples rigid with fear. His lustful gaze swept down over the pale rise of her smooth abdomen to the dark velvety mound between her legs. She moved and he saw a bit of coral peek out from between her fuzzy slit and his swelling rod grew even more, throbbing with an urgency it had never known before.

He longed to press his tongue between her bright inner pussy folds, the way the man in one of the lurid photos had done. And his quivering pole of masculinity ached for the feel of Sarah's warm lips encircling it just as her widely stretched mouth was fastened on the lust-bloated cock in still another photo. Yes, Mike would make his faithless wife reenact each of the four obscene poses. He would make her ride his cock while he fucked her from below and he would order her to bend over and spread her legs so he could screw her two-timing cunt doggie-style too. Then he would force his wife to do something that wasn't included in the lewd pictures, something he had secretly longed to do for far too long. I'll give her more prick than she's ever had before, he thought, his balls quivering in hot anticipation. Mike would fill every possible hole with his vast joint until Sarah begged for mercy. He would prove to her that she did not have to search elsewhere, for Mike would give her the fucking of her life. Once he was through with her, Sarah would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she needed no other cock but his!

«Get up, whore!» he ordered, yanking her by the arm to throw her across the bed. «Let's see if I can make your ass squirm and your pussy foam the way my brother did!» Lowering his naked body onto hers, the burly young man crushed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His massive chest mashed her tits while his vast pulsating rod poked wetly against her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He felt the fuzziness of her pubic hair scrape against his as he bore down on her. She lay under him tense and rigid, then as his warm lingual member swirled within her mouth, he felt her body relax. His kiss was long and passionate, shaking him to the very depths of his being. By the time he drew away, both of them were gasping for air.

But Mike was just warming up. «Spread your legs,» he ordered gruffly, forcing her thighs apart to reveal the saturated tissues of her sperm- soaked pussy. «And let me suck your cunt!» Sliding his hands under his wife's hips, he lifted her gaping niche high and lowered his head. He felt her legs tremble at the touch of his warm tongue upon her sensitive inner folds. He swirled his oral member up and down the oozing length of her slippery crack, lapping up the feminine syrup and teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, making it fill with blood.