J D Blackwood

The horny newlywed

CHAPTER ONE

Isabelle pulled Mark's cock out of her mouth and looked up at his smiling face, the jets of shower water spraying down on them, the steam rising about their already hot bodies.

She smiled. "Mmm, this is super," she said. "You're so much like Matthew, but so different. Your cock is so much longer, so much harder. It's a real treat to suck on such a gorgeous cock. I really love it."

She returned her mouth to his throbbing cock and pulled it back in. She hummed appreciatively as she took more and more of the engorged length into her hungry mouth. She was glad for the opportunity to provide this service for him. She had begun to think the entire week might pass by without a chance to be alone with her new brother-in-law.

She reached between his legs and grabbed his large swollen balls. She massaged them very carefully, rolling them around in her hand, gently squeezing them, scratching the wrinkled leathery sac, wrapping her thumb and two fingers around the banging skin and pulling down, making the sac look even bigger even longer than it already was. She continued to hum as she toyed with his massive balls and sucked on his hot, thick cock.

Mark leaned back against the wall of the shower and ran his hands over Isabelle's lovely wet blonde hair. He never dreamed his brother's new young wife would be so hot, so eager to wrap her mouth around his long-neglected cock as this.

His own wife had never satisfied him this way. She was too… too proper to suck on a preacherman's cock. Or at least, she gave the impression she was. But Mark couldn't help but wonder if, now that she'd left him and run off with another man, she sucked on his cock.

He also wondered what would happen if Matthew ever found out. This was a gamble, he knew. It was a high risk. But she was doing such a grand job sucking his cock he couldn't bother with thinking about the consequences.

Her mouth had such powerful suction. Her lips were so tight wrapped around his swollen cockshaft. Her throat was so nice and hot and deep.

He couldn't remember the last time he had had his cock sucked. He could barely recall the last time he had sex of any sort. It had to have been months before his wife left him. And that was years ago.

The break-up had been so traumatic he couldn't face the pain and agony of getting involved in another relationship. And there was the embarrassment of his wife running off with the choir director, a man five years younger than she was. He found it hard to face his congregation after that, for, as it turned out, he was the last one to know.

But this was terrific. A long, low hum of deep appreciation welled up from his throat as he gently forced more of his long cock into Isabelle's hungry mouth. He squeezed her beautiful blonde head as he watched his aching cock disappear repeatedly into her face.

"Oh, Belle, that's terrific. You don't know how happy you're making me. That's absolutely wonderful. You're satisfying my deepest desires. Oh, yes. Suck harder now, faster. But we mustn't be caught. We can't have Matthew finding out. Oh, yes, dear. I… I… I'm going to shoot pretty soon. I hope you don't mind. I hope you can take it. I feel like I'm going to fill your pretty mouth with a gallon of cum, it's been so long since I've had my cock sucked. You're so good to me. So so wonderful. Oh, yes that's it! Faster now! Stroke my cock faster with your hand and my cum is all yours. Oh, yes. Mmmmmm!"

He rolled his head back against the shower wall, his eyes closed in extreme ecstasy. He could feel himself getting higher and higher from the terrific blowjob his sister-in-law was giving him. He could feel his balls pull up in his crotch. He could feel his fuck glands scream out for release.

The fact that they might be discovered any minute added to his sexual thrills. When his brother wrote to him and announced he was finally getting married after all these years, Mark never suspected his new sister-in-law would be so young, so gorgeous – and so hot. And if Matthew ever found out, he would be facing the same desperate feelings Mark had felt when he learned of his own wife's wicked ways. And if his congregation ever found out, it would be a disaster he would never be able to face.

Isabelle squeezed her hand tighter around the base of Mark's cock, the part she wasn't already sucking deep into her mouth, deep down her hot tight throat. She too, felt the urgency of the situation. She wanted this gorgeous young stud's jism shooting down her throat and she wanted it now.

She moaned with sheer delight from the experience. It had been so long since she had had a cock as wonderful as this to suck on. That was one thing – one of many things – Matthew wouldn't let her do for him.

She had fallen madly in love with him the first time she saw him. He was so tall and so good looking. And he turned out to be a terrific person – so kind, and gentle and understanding.

There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Except go wild in the bedroom. He was too straight. She told herself she should have expected that. In the interests of living up to the high standards of his profession, he had told her he didn't believe in engaging in premarital intercourse.

But Isabelle was so in love with him, she told herself it didn't matter. There were so many other things about him that mattered much more than sex. And once they were married she found he was still not willing to go all out to satisfy her.

Oh, they had consummated their marriage, but he believed in making love only once a week, on Saturday evening, after he was done writing his sermon for the next day, and so he would have a good night's sleep.

That once a week turned out to be not enough for Isabelle. She was young yet, about twelve years younger than Matthew, who was already showing signs of salt and pepper around the temples of his dark brown hair.

Every Saturday night it was the same. Just one quick fuck and that was it. He wouldn't hear of anything else. He wouldn't ravage her; most often he wouldn't even satisfy her.

And he certainly wouldn't have her ravaging his body. That was completely out of the question. He wouldn't engage in anything but straight, missionary position sex. And when it was over, he'd say, "Thank the Lord," roll over and go to sleep.

Six months of that was more than enough not only to inflame the passions deep down inside his hot young wife's lusty belly, but it was enough to frustrate her, enough to cause her eye to start wandering, enough to cause her to start thinking about other men, other positions, the size and shape of other cocks, the taste of male fuck juice she had grown to love over the years prior to meeting Matthew. And she longed for the delightful feel of a hot wet tongue working over her cunt and clit.

Now it was the holidays, and they had decided to open up their house for a week to their new in-laws whom they hadn't met. And Isabelle was discovering she was enjoying herself for the first time in months.

Matthew's younger brother, Mark, was the first to arrive – alone, shame-faced, and longing for warm companionship and understanding. Soon their younger sister, Ruth, and her husband, Ted, would be there. And Isabelle's sister, Catherine, and her new husband, Vince, whom she hadn't met yet, would fly in from the coast.

The house would be a bustle of activity. But Isabelle didn't mind. That's what the holidays were for.

Besides, their large three-stow parsonage had been virtually empty, begging for the sounds of laughter and conversation and singing – and wild, unbridled sex. And she welcomed the opportunity to be a gracious hostess, to make Matthew proud of the way she ran a household, and to entertain so many people.

When Mark flexed his thigh muscles and his body stiffened, his hips thrust forward in short quick stabs, and she knew he was ready to blast. She hummed eagerly, welcoming, anxious to have his tasty male wed shoot in her mouth and down to her stomach.

She increased her pumping motions with her hand, but also increased her suction on his long cock. Her head bobbed up and down more furiously as he drew closer and closer to filling her mouth with his cum. Then, when she felt his cock pulsate and swell all the more to fill up her mouth as much as possible, she knew she had it.

"Oh, yes. This is it, Belle," Mark called out over the splashing sounds of the running water. "Oh, good Lord, yes. I'm coming! I can't help myself! I'm coming in your mouth. Oh oh oh!"

His breathing was rapid and noisy. He bucked and humped and thrust even more of his hard cock into her sucking mouth. "Oh, yes. Unh! Take it all! Suck my cock as hard as you can! Suck my cum right up from my balls!"

She let go of his cock and shoved her face all the way forward; her nose crashing into his public bone, his dark wiry hairs tickling her nostrils. She breathed heavily and rapidly as she continued to hum and suck as hard and as fast on his cock as she could.

"Aah, yes! Aah aah aah! Your mouth feels so good on my aching cock. Ah yes, that's it. Suck it all! Suck up all my juice!"

His knees trembled as his balls huddled up in his crotch and the first of his mighty load shot up from his fuck glands, raced along his throbbing cock and out the cum hole in his swollen dark cockhead. Isabelle hummed with glee, bouncing around like a happy child as she greedily welcomed the first mighty blast of his jism into her mouth. It was instantly followed by another.

She sucked harder, trying to draw up all the fuck juice she could find. Blast after mighty blast of his hot thick cream erupted from the depths of his balls and shot into her tight throat.

Isabelle continued to suck harder, gripping his pulsing, erupting prickshaft with her lips as she continued to fondle his balls and lightly scratch the tender skin of his inner thigh. Her head was a blur of activity as it bobbed up and down his fucker. When he was about half through she pulled off slightly so all his load wouldn't blast right down her throat without offering her a chance to taste that salty funky jizz she missed so much, that she craved so much.

She brought her free hand up and milked the last blasts of his mighty load from his flagging cock into her hungry mouth. She squeezed and tugged his long softening prickshaft, to make sure she had all that was coming to her. She sucked harder, her cheeks making dimples, to drain every drop of his spunk.

Then she pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop, being very careful not to lose a drop of his precious male fuck cream. She swished his tasty essence around in her mouth humming and smiling delightedly, then swallowed once, twice, and – after working up a last bit of saliva – a third happy time.

Isabelle was radiant with joy. Her eyes were closed and she grinned with ultimate ecstasy. Here was that familiar flavor she had been craving for mouths. And it was wonderful.

She didn't know how she had managed to live so long without it. She told herself she would have to suck on Mark's cock as many times as she could over the next week, for once he left, and she was left alone again with her dear sweet husband, she wouldn't get another chance to taste that delicious flavor.

Mark reached down and grabbed Isabelle under the arms and lifted her to her feet. As he did so, he lowered himself to his knees.

Isabelle couldn't believe what was happening. Mark wasn't actually going to return the favor, was he?

She shuddered at the mere thought. That's something Matthew would never do for her. She could feel her pussy flowing already from the excitement, and when she felt the first tender flick of Mark's tongue over her quivering clit, she gasped and trembled.

Isabelle felt her legs go weak as she felt the next feathery flick of Mark's tongue on her tender passion point.

"Uh-hu-hu-hu!" A series of little quivering grunts escaped uncontrollably from her throat. "Uh-hu-hu-hu. Oooooh, Mark. Oh oh oh yesss."

She was already delirious. She could feel a low-level orgasm rippling throughout her system. She could feel herself get higher and higher.

She knew that at the end of this rapidly mounting series of little pops and tingles she would experience a fireworks display of grand magnitude. She laced her fingers through Mark's dark wiry hair. She wanted to look down and watch the show, for it had been so long, so long. But she was already out of control.

Her eyes fell closed as if by themselves. Her head crashed back against the shower wall. She was weak in the knees and didn't know how much more of this she could take. But she didn't want to stop. She couldn't stop. This was the best – the only – tongue action her clit had felt in over a year.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, Mark! Omigod! Your mouth feels so good on my cunt. I can't believe it. It's been so long. I love Matthew very very much. But he's so… so straight. Your tongue feels so-o-o-o good on my pussy. I'm coming already, Mark, and you're taking me higher and higher. Oh, yesss. Don't stop now!"

Her legs shook faster and faster, and Isabelle suddenly felt very light-headed, as though she might faint. But she couldn't stop herself. She felt her head spinning, she felt the little shower stall swirling about her.

She saw images before her eyes as her orgasm mounted higher and higher. She saw Matthew's handsome face. She saw him smiling at her, taking her hand the first time. She saw their first kiss. She saw them exchanging vows. She saw their wedding night. She saw him fucking her far the first time. And she saw him going down on her.

But it wasn't Matthew. She saw him, but she knew it wasn't him. It was his younger brother, Mark. But she, could feel him. She could feel his hot little tongue ravishing her sensitive fuck switch. She was getting higher and higher, the room was spinning faster and faster.

Then she shrieked as her orgasm exploded, sending her swirling about the room, caught up in the same whirlpool. She felt her legs buckle and her crotch crash into the handsome face below her. She felt her cunt flood that face with a warm river of cum as a firm soft tongue plunged rapidly up inside her to lap up her juice.

As she collapsed, she felt hands clutching her waist, breaking her fall. She could relax now, for she could foci herself safe in those strong hands.

Her head flopped loosely around on her shoulders. Ripples of extreme joy wracked her body as she convulsed, practically smashing Mark's nose, nearly passing out in the throes of the grandest orgasm she had experienced in a long, long time.

CHAPTER TWO

Mark wrapped his mouth around Isabelle's swollen cunt lips, eagerly sucking up the torrent of fuck juice that was flooding from her pussy. He thrust his tongue in and out of her steamy drooling cunt, lapping up all the tasty female cum he could find.

For him too, it had been a long long time since he had gone down on someone. He wasn't as reserved as his brother Matthew, but since his wife had left him, he hadn't had the pleasure of eating pussy.

"Hmmmmmm, mmmmmm," he hummed repeatedly as his tongue darted around in and out of Isabelle's hot cunt. "Agh, gawd, but this is good!" He tried to speak between laps and flicks of his tongue, eager to get all the fuck juice she was issuing from her pussy. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah!"

Isabelle's mind continued to spin, and she thought she was going to pass out when she felt. Mark suck the last of her juice from her flooding cunt and pull himself to his feet. He pressed his wet lips against Isabelle's as she fought for air. He wrapped his arms around her back, clutching her lovely asscheeks in both his hands to help brace her up.

Isabelle twisted her mouth away from Mark's until she could breathe more easily. Then she swished wet strands of hair out of her face and kissed him furiously on his hot wet lips, darting her tongue into his mouth to taste her own delicious fuck juice. She felt her strength returning to her legs as the room stopped spinning and she lacked her knees to support herself. As she did so, she noticed that Mark's cock had sprung back to life and it stood long and rigid between their bodies, poking into her lower belly.

She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and mashed her lips all the tighter against his, grinding her body against his, feeling his rock-hard cock grind against her body. She reached down and snared his swollen pulsing fucker and squeezed it lovingly, feeling its hardness, its impressive length. It felt longer and stiffer than before, and it throbbed with excitement.

"Oh, God," she muttered, slowly pulling her mouth off his and kissing him randomly all over his face and neck, as he did the same to her. "God, oh God, oh God, Mark. I can't believe it! Your cock feels so good in my hand. I need you to fuck me with this gorgeous cock of yours. I need to feel your hard, stiff cock pumping in and out of my cunt. Please, Mark, please. Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

She was still delirious with excitement and could barely speak, could barely see as she tried to peer through eyes coated with shower water. With her free hands she pulled the shower curtains swiftly open and, still holding Mark by the cock, stepped hurriedly out of the tub. She sat on the floor, yanking Mark's huge throbbing cock, pulling him on top of her, between her legs.

She pressed her face against his again, planting wet kisses all over his mouth and neck. She pointed his cock in the right direction, and as soon as she felt the huge knob of his prickshaft press against her waiting open cuntslit, she yanked his ass and slid his cock home.

"Uhhh," she cried out as she felt his long hot cock drill nearly all the way to the back wall of her itching pussy. Again, she swooned and felt as though she were going to pass right out on him. But oh, she thought, what a way to go!

Mark wasn't slow to follow her lead. She had led him all the way in this, and he was too turned-on to slow down and stop now.

She was too beautiful, too young, too hot to be denied her sexual dues. Matthew was a fine man, he thoughts Mark respected him and looked up to him. But had had a duty here to keep his wife satisfied.

If Matthew wasn't going to fulfill that duty Mark thought to himself the responsibility automatically passed on to him. At least it would keep her off the streets. This would keep her from doing something dangerous and damaging to Matthew and his career. This would keep her from doing to Matthew what his own wife had done to him.

"Oooooh!" Mark grimaced and scrunched his eyes closed to concentrate all the more on the delightful feeling he was experiencing. He had almost forgotten how wand, how wet, how snug a nice piece of pussy can be. He told himself he was a fool for going without for so long.

But, he thought, his brother was an even bigger fool for having someone as hot, as luscious, as beautiful as Isabelle to fuck whenever he wanted – and saving it only for Saturday nights! For one quick jump and then off to snooze land!

No sir, be told himself, he certainly wouldn't treat Isabelle that way if she were his wife. And since she was so frank, so direct in her approach, he looked forward to many more such gratuitous fucks during the following week that he'd be visiting. Oh yes, he thought, this was too good an opportunity to let slip though his fingers.

With one arm wrapped around his strong back and the other pressing his ass farther down toward her crotch, Isabelle began a slow rocking motion. They gyrated their hips and ground their crotches into each other. In slow steady circles, Isabelle wound her ass one way while Mark circled his the other, feeling his cockhead nose around deep inside her hot wet pussy, pressing against the tight silky pussy walls.

"Oh, yes, Mark, yes," Isabelle whispered in his ear. "Oh, good God, yes! This is so wonderful. Oh, yes, that's it. Oh, oh oh! I can't believe how wonderful your cock feels plunging all the way back in my hot cunt. This is heaven, you know that, preacherman? This is heaven, right here on earth!"

Mark slowed the gyrating motions of his ass and pulled his long hard cock halfway out Isabelle's dripping pussy. Then he sank it back in again. He repeated this several more times, pulling his stiff prick out a little farther each time, and sinking it in a little deeper each time until he had the entire length of his cock stuffed in her fuck hole.

He wanted to feel every inch, every fraction of an inch, of her beautiful tight cunt wrapped around his cock. He wanted to leave it buried in her warm cunt forever, but he knew that would be impossible. They couldn't stay glued together like this indefinitely.

Even though Matthew was gone, he was right next door at the church, taking care of business. He could call or walk over any time. And they didn't dare be caught doing what they were doing now.

"Mmm-mmm," he hummed as he slowly began to pick up his fuck pace. He didn't want to move too fast just yet though, for he was enjoying all too much the nice tight grip Isabelle's cunt had on his long-neglected cock.

Slowly, steadily he worked up his pace, easing his hard cock out of her dripping cunt, plunging back in mightily, forcefully. He knew he would be coming soon, all too soon, for it had been a long dry spell and this hot tight cunt would have him blasting his load before much longer.

Isabelle wrapped her arm around his strong back tighter and started yanking his ass faster to get him to plunge his hot stiff cock deeper and deeper into her itching pussy. She grunted and groaned with each one of his powerful but slow and steady thrusts into her. Then she began to rock her ass, slapping her pussy up against his crotch on his downward strokes.

Soon they had a medium tempo going and Isabelle felt herself getting dizzy again. She closed her eyes tightly to try to keep the room from spinning. She didn't want to pass out, not just now, for she didn't want to miss this. She didn't want to miss a single second or a single inch of this wonderful fuck her husband's brother was throwing her.

"Unh unh unh!" she grunted as she continued slapping her loins up against his. "Oh, oh Mark. This is so-o-o-o wonderful. You can't believe how wonderful this feels. Fuck me faster. I'm so fuckin' turned-on. You've got me climbing the walls. My head's spinning from this wonderful fuck you're throwing me. Faster now, Mark. Harder! I'm going to explode in a thousand pieces. I can feel my climax building up already, higher and higher. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck me faster, Mark fuck me harder!" Mark wasn't too eager to oblige. He was enjoying this too much. Her cunt felt tighter and hotter than any he had ever felt. Even better than his ex-wife's. And she had a great cunt, but it was nothing compared to this wonderful tight grip Isabelle's pussy had. He felt as though he had a hot tight glove wrapped around his dock. And her cunt was so slick, so wet. His cock, as engorged and huge as it was, had no trouble sliding in and out of her hot slippery cunt.

He wanted to feel every inch of every stroke, and he wanted to remember it as long as he could. If he fucked her any faster he would blow his load all too soon, and he wanted this to last for as long as possible. It felt just too wonderful to have it be over too soon.

"Oh, God, Belle," he whispered low and coarsely. "God, this is wonderful. I love the feel of your pussy wrapped around my cock. It's so wonderful. You don't know what a great cunt you've got there. I'd love to fuck you all the time, Belle. I'd fuck your eyeballs out five times a day if you were mine. I could never get enough of this hot tight cunt of yours."

He slapped his groin into hers with increasing fervor as he felt his orgasm mounting up deep inside his balls. He was glad Isabelle had sucked his first load of cum from his fuck glands. That always meant it would take longer before he shot off the second time.