Family Bride | Chapter 5
Her lips seemed to have lost an their moisture while she was sucking
Rich’s big prong. She ran her tongue over their surfaces and stared
wantonly into her father-in-law’s lusty eyes.
Lying on her side facing her husband’s father, she could feel her
brother-in-law’s eyes caressing the rounded cheeks of her ass from
behind. She took some perverted pleasure in wagging her white rump at
him. She didn’t know exactly what she had intended by this whorish
action, but she caught her breath expectantly when she felt Rich’s hands
caressing her quivering buttocks, his fingers dipping between her thighs
to finger her stretched and dripping labia.
Then he reached over her hip and guided the swollen head of his father’s
cock against her juicy vulva.
“You going to fuck her, or not?” he asked.
In answer, Richard squirmed forward, shoving the shaft of his cock into
his daughter-in-law’s awaiting cunt.
“So hot,” the older man moaned, beginning to shaft his cock back and
forth in the slick cauldron of her cunt.
Behind her, Rich chuckled. He returned his hand to her ass, his fingers
slick with his own sperm and Valerie’s profuse juices. Tentatively, he
sniffed at the musky scent clinging to his fingers, then rubbed it back
into the cleft of his sister-in-law’s buttocks, smearing the rosy whorl
of her anus until it was well lubricated. Then he plunged two fingers
into her clenching anus, sawing them back and forth with a slight
twisting motion.
“How’s that?” he asked her.
Valerie writhed voluptuously under the stimulus of the new sensation.
Her buttocks squeezed down on her brother-in-law’s knuckles, and at the
same time she wriggled forward, impaling her cunt on her father-in-law’s
prick. She shuddered with blind ecstasy for several minutes before Rich
withdrew his fingers. As she tried to catch her breath, she listened
with half an ear to what he was doing behind her.
Suddenly, with a clever, twisting stroke, Rich pushed the head of his
cock through the relaxed sphincter of her anus, stretching the elastic
muscle open widely as he drove the burning shaft of his erection up her
asshole.
“Neek!” Valerie wailed, squirming on top of her father-in-law in a vain
effort to escape the torturous attack on her ass.
Both men grabbed her immediately to prevent her wriggling loose.
“What the hell!” her father-in-law exclaimed, his brandy- scented breath
billowing against her nostrils as he absorbed the weight of the two
younger bodies against his chest.
“Saigon sandwich!” Rich gasped.
Valerie squirmed between them, her voice ragged as she groaned out her
inarticulate protests. But both father and son held her securely between
them. Then, after a few slow thrusts from Rich, the stretching pain of
her raw asshole diminished. She felt stuffed. Her fevered body writhed
between the warmth of her father-in-law’s plunging cock in her cunt and
the greater heat of his son’s prick sawing in and out of her distended
rectum.
“I heard tell of this before,” Richard groaned, “but I’ll be damned if I
thought it’d ever happen to me.”
“It’s happening to me!” Valerie gasped.
“Feels like your cock is in her cunt with mine,” Richard said to his
son. “I can feel it!”
“It’s so hot!” Valerie cried. “So hot …”
“Sheee-it!” Rich cried, urging his long cock deeper into the girl’s
rectum. “Dad, I can feel you balling her right through the wall of her
swat!”
“Roll over,” Richard urged, trying to heave them onto their sides so
that he could breathe. “You’re crushing me.”
Gasping for breath herself, Valerie allowed herself to be maneuvered
onto her side between them, Rich’s big prong plunging in and out of her
anus, her father-in-law’s hot prick stuffing the narrowed channel of her
cunt. Crowded together as her organs were, every time one or the other
of the two men moved, her clitoris was forced maddeningly against her
father-in-law’s burning cock.
Spitted between Rich and his father, her mingled sensations of shame,
pain, and unfettered lust were overwhelming in their combined force.
Bumping and grinding, she gulped her father-in- law’s pulsing cock into
her pussy, then fucked back against Rich’s barbarically hammering pole,
her asshole spasming around him incessantly.
“Her ass is even tighter and hotter than her snatch,” Rich grunted.
His father panted, “It couldn’t be.”
“I’m bum—” she moaned, only to have her cry choked off as her
father-in-law shot his hot tongue into her lips, swabbing the roof of
her mouth from the back of her teeth to the opening of her throat.
Rich inched his hands between his father’s chest and Valerie’s crushed
tits, kneading desperately at the spongy mounds, shaking them together
until the nipples tingled as they scraped across Richard’s hairy chest.
“Glahhh,” she moaned gutturally, impaling herself delightfully first on
one cock, then on the other.
Her father-in-law’s erection was swelling within her, stretching the
heated tissues of her cunt even more. She gasped as she felt the two
cocks coast past each other within her, separated only by the thinnest
of membranes. Then she purred passionately as she felt the initial
molten spatter of her father- in-law’s agonizingly hot sperm spurting
into her.
Wildly she thrashed against him, sawing her inflamed clitoris savagely
against his spewing prick. But it was only when she felt the spastic
throb of her brother-in-law’s palpitating cock in her rectum that her
own orgasm was triggered.
Rich pounded his erupting cock into her asshole with the fury of a
rutting aardvark, his groaning chant of lust becoming, for the first
time, unintelligible.
Valerie grew wild between them. She thrashed so blindly that both of the
men were nearly thrown loose from her clutching orifices. With the two
pricks jetting their thick, hot cream into her bowels, Valerie felt her
cunt tighten and relax in time with her clenching asshole. Her fists
opened, her nails clawing at Richard’s freckled shoulders. Her back
bowed and sprang back under her brother-in-law’s continuous thrusts, her
buttocks squeezing down on the buried shaft of his cock. The volcanic
bubble of expanding ecstasy inside her spasming pussy seemed to threaten
to explode within her, tearing her body apart.
How long her climax continued, she could only guess. When her body at
last ceased its tremors and she opened her eyes, peculiar spots of
phosphorescent color formed and disintegrated before her glassy eyes.
She no longer had even enough energy to speak. Father and son held her
sweaty body close between them, awkwardly awaiting the termination of
her orgasm.
Hesitantly, Rich and his father withdrew their withered organs from her
body. For an endless minute Valerie felt as though she were being turned
inside out in two directions, for her cunt and asshole nipped cruelly at
the two retreating organs, as though reluctant to be emptied.
Panting for breath, their bodies covered with a film of slimy
perspiration, their sexual equipment puckering coolly from the loss of
contact, they rolled apart. Lying on her back, hardly daring to look
from side to side, Valerie guessed that her father- in-law had fallen to
sleep instantly. Rich, she knew, was awake, for she could feel his
knuckles gently grazing the side of her hip.
My God, she thought, what have I done? They have made me ugly. I must
look like a Spring Street whore. Oh, shit! What’s going to become of me
now? Little by little she caught her breath, shivering a bit as the
perspiration evaporated from her naked breasts. Well, she said to
herself, the one consolation is that nothing worse can happen to me now.
Rich leaped to his feet even before she heard the chime of the doorbell.
“Who the fuck’s that?” he demanded, looking down at her, a slight trace
of panic in his eyes.
“I don’t know,” she said, hastily reaching for the hem of her housecoat
beside the couch. She pulled it to her and quickly slipped her arms into
it. “Jeanne maybe,” she offered. “My roommate.
But I can’t imagine why she’d be ringing the—”
“Get rid of her,” Rich ordered.
The bell chimed again.
“But what can I tell her?” she asked. “She’s my roommate.”
“Tell her you’re balling someone. I don’t care. Just get rid of her.”
“But—”
“Get to the door, you dumb cunt!”
Falteringly, Valerie pulled the robe around her and went to the head of
the stairs. She couldn’t see who was at the door through the frosted
glass. She wondered if she should run, now that she had the opportunity.
But when she finally opened the door, she saw Mike Duckworth.
“Aren’t you ready yet?” he asked, glancing at her disheveled hair.
She had completely forgotten that she had a date with the music teacher.
Her eyes flashed to the head of the stairs, then back to his inquiring
face.
“Mike,” she began, “I … ah … I just can’t make it today. I’m …
really feeling sick. I—”
“Of course you’re going,” he said, starting up the stairs. “I’ll wait
for you just—”
Valerie caught him by the arm. “Really,” she said, her eyes grave. “I’m
really sick. I can’t go. I’m sorry, but—”
The red-headed music teacher glanced from her eyes to the top of the
stairs, then back again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. He glanced back up the stairs and moved down
one step. “You got somebody up there? Is that it?”
“No!” she said, too suddenly. “There’s nobody here. It’s just that I’m
really not up to seeing anyone today; that’s all.”
“Except that you need to wash your face and comb your hair, you look
fine to me,” he said.
Valerie’s heart was racing. “Look,” she told him. “If you’ve got to
know, my period started this morning and I’ve got fierce cramps. I
just—”
“What the hell’s going on down there? Where’s my sweet little
cocksucker?”
Valerie winced as she heard her father-in-law’s drunken voice. She
swallowed hard.
Mike turned toward the stairs. “Who’s that?” he asked her. “Something’s
wrong here, Valerie. Who was that?”
“Mike! Please!” she begged him. “Please believe me. There’s no one here.
Don’t go up there.”
“Val, are you down there with that faggot music teacher?” her
father-in-law’s voice rang out.
“Mike! No!” she cried. But he yanked his arm away from her grasp and
started up the stairs. She took two steps up behind him, then hesitated,
her knuckles at her mouth as she watched him ascend to the archway
opening into the living room.
“I’ll be damned if he doesn’t look as queer as a three-dollar bill!” she
heard Rich exclaim.
She saw Mike’s fists clench at his sides as he took in the scene before
him. Then, grabbing the hem of her housecoat in one hand and pulling
herself up on the banister with the other, she hastily scrambled up the
stairs, abandoning all thought of escaping. She knew perfectly well her
brother-in-law’s sentiments concerning homosexuals, and she wanted to be
in the room to keep him from doing anything stupid to the music teacher
before she could explain.
“I told you he was a fairy,” Richard chuckled. “Look at the way he’s
ogling your meat, Bud.”
“Mr. Davis!” Valerie cried. “You’ve no right to talk that way!”
“Mr. Davis?” Mike questioned. “You mean that man is your father?”
“Father-in-law, queer,” Rich interjected.
“Stop it, Rich!” Valerie cried, stepping between Mike and his threatened
assailant. “Mike, please leave,” she begged him.
The music teacher stared from one man to the other, his eyes wide and
unbelieving. “But … you’re naked!” he gasped.
“If it’s taken you this long to figure that out,” Rich said, “I’d hate
to have you spotting gook snipers for me.”
“Look, Mister,” Mike said, “I don’t know who you are, but—”
Rich reached out and snagged Valerie’s arm. He pulled her to his chest
and wrapped his arms around her, giving her tit a hefty squeeze.
“I’m Val’s little baby brother, aren’t I, Sis?” he snickered, nuzzling
her neck.
Valerie elbowed him in the stomach and wrenched herself away.
“He’s Jim’s brother,” she explained, her face reddening with shame.
“Now, will you just go away and leave me alone? Please?”
Mike blinked his eyes. “Jim’s brother?”
“You heard her,” Rich said, advancing toward him.
Once again Valerie stepped between them. “He’s going now, Rich,” she
said, holding out her hand to halt her brother-in-law’s advance.
Mike, his face plainly revealing his perplexity, looked from Rich to
Valerie. “Rich? I thought he,” he said, pointing at Mr. David, “I
thought he called him Bud.”
“So what if he did?” Rich demanded, his huge fists clenched at his
sides. Nude as he was, his aggressive stance looked somewhat ridiculous
or, would have if he had not been so deadly serious.
“It’s a family joke,” Valerie told Mike. “Jim always calls Rich by that
name when he’s kidding him.” She turned to her brother-in-law. “Just let
him go now, Rich,” she said. “He’s going now, and—”
Rich shoved her aside and stood facing the freckle-faced music teacher.
“Well, faggot,” he threatened, “you’ve been looking at my cock just
about long enough.”
“Look, buster, or whatever your name is,” Mike said, taking a tentative
step backward, the better to defend himself. “I don’t know what’s going
on here, but you’d better shut your filthy mouth. There’s a lady
present, whether you realize it or not.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Davis said. “He’s queer all right.”
Valerie grabbed Rich’s arm. “He’s going now, Rich,” she insisted, giving
Mike a pleading glance. “Just let him go and we can—”
Rich jerked his arm away from her. “He’s going all right,” he snapped,
suddenly slashing the side of his open palm across the side of the music
teacher’s neck in a hard karate chop. “Going out like a light,” he said
as the man slumped to the floor.
“You dumb bastard!” Valerie cried, rushing forward to Mike’s side. She
lifted his face from the floor, then let it fall back as she turned to
Rich. “What did you do to him?” she cried. “I think he’s dead or
something!”
“He ain’t dead,” Rich said, grinning down at her. “I just chopped him a
little. Just enough to knock him out.”
“What’d you do that for?” she demanded.
“I didn’t like the hungry way he was cruising my meat,” Rich said,
casually fingering his nuts.
“When I was in the Navy,” Mr. Davis told them earnestly, “they used to
teach us a little judo. But it was the Japs we were fighting then.”
“Oh, shut up!” Valerie cried, once again lifting her friend’s head,
twisting her neck to look into his closed eyes.
“I know just the place for him,” Rich suggested, bending over to haul
the music teacher up by the scruff of his sport coat. “Only first I
think we’d better take his clothes off of him.”
Valerie jerked on the unconscious man’s arm so hard that Rich lost his
grip and the body once more slumped to the floor.
“Don’t you touch him!” she shouted.
“All right,” Rich said, chuckling. “You take his clothes off then.”
“Why?”
“Don’t worry,” Rich told her. “He’s not my type. I wouldn’t touch him
with a ten-foot pole.”
“Ten inches!” his father shouted.
“I just don’t want him running around telling the cops anything,” Rich
continued. “We’ll put him in your closet to sleep it off. When you and I
are finished, you can …” He chuckled a little, then added, “… well,
you can explain however you want to.”
“We’re finished now” Valerie snapped. “Get the hell out of here. You and
your drunken father, too!”
“Not yet we’re not finished!” Rich growled, grabbing her arm. Holding
her tightly with one hand, he bent down and grabbed the neck of the
music teacher’s coat. Then, shoving his sister-in-law ahead of him, he
dragged the limp body face down behind him towards the bedroom door.
