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.