A Bride For The Whole Family(31)

Involuntarily, she sucked her breath in. It hissed as it rushed through her teeth on the way to her lungs. Whether she wanted it or not, her body was reacting to him. She was enjoying this rough treatment. Just as she had enjoyed the things he had done to her last night!

His hand rose to her tits again. This time his fingers were met by the summery warmth of her flesh. She quivered, trying to push the mounting excitement of her body away.

His fingers lightly brushing and tapping at her erect nipple did little to help. Nor did the wonderfully squeezing finger that expertly kneaded and rolled the firm cushions of flesh.

And when he cupped one of the tempting globes of melon-like tit and pushed it upward so that he could just barely get his lips and tongue on the deep pink cherry of aroused flesh that topped it, there was nothing she could think to do, except moan.

His tongue was like a feathery whip of pleasure. He licked and laved, slickening the fat, plump nipple. He lashed and whipped over its hardening surface, causing her chest to heave with labored breaths.

His lips closed over the excited bud and he sucked-an action that only increased the wonderful tingling that flooded through the billowy mound and suffused down into her loins.

She moaned again, arching her back away from the wrinkled trunk of the tree, in a hope of giving him more of her wanton breast. But the confining position he had her pinned in did little to help.

If he'd only let my hands go! she found herself wishing and not caring.

She knew as she had known last night that she wanted what he had given her. She wanted it now, as she wanted it then!

With a moist little sucking sound, his lips slid from her nipple and his hand squeezed around the fleshy globe as he rolled it against her chest.

His eyes met hers again and he leaned to her.

Their lips met. This time, he found no resistance, no struggle, no protest!

She opened her mouth to admit the moist, warm probe of his tongue. She accepted the oral digit into her mouth, caressing it and teasing it with her own tongue. He drilled deeply, flicking toward her throat.

She felt him move at her side, pressing against her, then covering her from the front. She could have made her kicks connect now, but that was the furthest thing from her mind, as she felt the bulging thickness that pressed against her from the crotch of his pants.

Her pelvis pushed out and rubbed into the bulge. She felt him tremble a little, but enough for her hands to slip free and cling tightly around his back.

As his tongue retreated from her mouth, she moved after it into his mouth. Her gyrating oral digit flicked and twisted within the humid warmth of his mouth, dancing lightly over and under his tongue.

His hand climbed up her back and slowly worked at her blouse. Briefly she unwrapped her arms from around him, so that he could slip it and the shredded remains of her bra free and toss them to the ground. Then her arms were around him again, drawing him close.

Eventually, they parted and he gazed down at her, an undeniable light of certainty in his eyes, "Kneel down."

She obeyed his whispered command, trembling as she dropped before him, her green eyes never leaving his face. He smiled reassuringly.

"Suck me off," he whispered his next command. It came as if to make sure she knew neither one of them no longer spoke of rape.

She glanced at the thick knoll that strained from the front of his pants and nodded without looking at him.

Her fingers slowly drifted out and traced up and down the swollen shape beneath his jeans. His legs opened, spreading a little as her fingers found his zipper and moved it downward, then dipped inside his fly, carefully maneuvering the fat rod of flesh she found free of its confinement.

That it was thick, she already knew. She had felt it last night and it had packed her to the brim. But seeing the full size of his club-like prodder was something else. While no more than six inches long, it was at least two inches in diameter, and the gorged glans looked like some small red apple.

And from the long, slitted mouth at the direct center of the arrowshaped crown welled a large drop of crystal clear fluid. Juice that she stirred from his loins.

Grasping the thickness of his cock with both of her hands, she leaned to his crotch. Her pink tongue snaked out and lapped away the heavy drop. The familiar taste of sex filled her mouth. It was a taste she liked. No! A taste she loved! She rolled the singular drop in her mouth, savoring it, then she swallowed.

Her tongue flicked out again, this time washing its way over the bloated-looking crown of his cock. It looked so firm and hard, yet it was smooth and soft. The delicious combination was arousing. She licked some more, thoroughly enjoying the task her father-in-law had set her to.

He moaned as she continued her delicate laving over the sensitive thickness of his glans and moaned as her tongue ran up and down the firm column of his sex, leaving it glistening with the wetness of her saliva.