Naomi McElroy: Blackmailed Sister-in-law

How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sarah had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue- hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.

The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely brunette pretended that it was her husband's tongue making those delicious slurping sounds. She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. «Eat me, eat my cunt!» she'd scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.

Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sarah's pale moons, and the sexually aroused brunette recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft, ramming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sarah could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her sweater as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sarah's favorite poses, for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this way. Her husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sarah often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Mike's prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she stared at the photograph she'd posed for years before. Instead, however, Sarah had learned to be content with the usual woman-on- bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

«Oh fuck, fuck!» she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading her milky channel of love.

Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked at the final photograph. Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and her breathing was hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool. The naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples of her dangling tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into her uplifted vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual lips, Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good it had felt to be fucked from the rear. She recalled how her partner's big testicles had slapped her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore into her with strength and determination. She saw the ecstatic look on her face and knew that the expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal pleasure.

There were countless times, during their four years of marriage, that Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to make her bend over the side of their bed so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient. She loved being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured deliciously, while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But Mike never forced himself upon her in that manner. Instead, Sarah waited until she was alone. Then she would bend over the bed and shove the plastic vibrator deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out of her oily slot.

Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her lovely body pounded with need. Tense from both apprehension and desire, the voluptuous brunette wished fervently that things were different between herself and her husband, that their physical relationship was more earthy and candid. Then she would feel free to phone Mike at the television repair shop and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex break. How comforting it would be to find release in her husband's arms at a moment like this. But Sarah felt certain that Mike would be appalled at such a bold suggestion from his wife … especially when it came in the middle of the morning!

No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her dresser drawer for just such occasions. Her luscious body burning with need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of herself into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie drawer to remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her skirt and tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of them. Breathing hard, she lay down on the bed with her skirt shoved up around her slender waist while she spread her stockinged legs far apart. The black of her garters stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of the pale, smooth thighs above her nylon stockings.

She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet folds of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid photos. She held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all the obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt the warmth of her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her creamy aperture to trickle down the softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy close to her steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos increased her excitement and her split thighs trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the vibrator forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as the end of the vibrator slickly found its way into her throbbing vagina.

«Mmmmmmmmm,» she murmured, turning the button on so that the penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into her spongy canal. Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she gently shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the strength and tempo of her movements. «Oh fuck me, fuck me!» she moaned, her hips rising in heated response as she pretended it was a real live prick sliding in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust fanned by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she pushed the pseudo- prick in with gusto, feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb. A hot burst of pain shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing pleasure. «Deeper, harder!» she cried, her hips whirling in excited little circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her creamy aperture. The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each time she withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it felt so wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw her. Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was thickly coated with her feminine juices. Sarah felt her sexual excitement rise to a feverish pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.