"Don't worry about it now, honey," moaned Ronnie Goodge softly, running his fingers lightly up and down her spine, "I probably would have watched too, Jenny Phillips is a well-developed girl, I bet she's got beautiful breasts."
"Ronnie!" gasped Marilyn. "How could you say such a thing."
"It's the truth, that's all Marilyn."
Another racking convulsion passed through the alcohol confused body of the young widow, then suddenly she stiffened as she felt her brother-in-law's hand moving down over the flaring ripeness of her buttocks to seize one of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks and pull her loins up tightly against his own. She drew back her head, staring through her tear-filled eyes in horror as she felt the throbbing erection in his pants pressing lewdly right up against the warmth and softness of her thinly clad body.
"It's all right, I understand everything," Ronnie soothed, hardly able to conceal the hungry glint in his eyes.
Suddenly Marilyn realized that her brother-in-law was now acting in a more than fatherly way toward her and she tried to squirm away from him, but he was holding her too tightly in his strong, muscular arms.
Suddenly Marilyn realized the intent of her brother-in-law, "You bastard," she cried, "let go!" She was in a panic, her brother-in-law had made many passes at her but he had never come on this way, did he know about Peter… now she was confused, she didn't know what to think! Yet she couldn't deny the tiny wisps of sexual excitement that had already begun to course through her flesh in response to the lewd caress of her buttocks and the titillating prodding of the hardness of Ronnie's swollen cock right up between her soft vulnerable thighs.
Then a low moan rose in Marilyn's throat as Ronnie leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue worming hungrily into her mouth as his hands kneaded and massaged her helplessly squirming ass-cheeks, drawing her quivering loins even more tightly up against the bulge in the crotch of his pants.
Marilyn felt compelled to resist, but her heart wasn't in it. She'd been through too much over the past several days and her defenses were crumbling. She needed a cock inside her cunt, a real live palpitating rod of lust-hardened male flesh up inside her – but filling her like she'd never been filled in her life. And she needed it now, even if it did have to belong to her brother-in-law, and in spite of all her will to struggle and resist, the young widow could hardly move as Ronnie suddenly began to work her dress apart, pushing it off her shoulders to expose the wantonly swollen nakedness of her breasts.
Marilyn gave out a low sob, a shudder coursing through her loins as Ronnie pushed the dress completely down off her shoulders to expose the whole upper half of her body, glistening from the oils she had used on herself earlier in the evening after her evening shower. She gazed through narrowed eyes down at the naked beauty of her own ripely upstanding breasts, her breathing hastening as she felt the contact of the air on her already rigidly tingling nipple. Then she moaned softly as he pulled the sash which held the dress together in front, letting it fall open to completely reveal her smooth flat belly and the little triangle of black hair nestled teasingly up between her milk-white inner things.
Ronnie whistled softly, he could hardly believe his luck, she wasn't wearing any panties at all! He dreamed many times of how his sister-in-law would look naked but he'd never thought that he would see her body, and now it was happening so fast that he could hardly believe it.
The goggling man stared eagerly at his sister-in-law's naked body, relishing the lewd revelation of her forbidden flesh. Then slowly he dropped his hand to her slender waist, half turning to give him an even better view of the enticingly rounded half-moons of her buttocks.
"Can we go in the bedroom," he asked quietly.
Marilyn nodded mutely, hardly realizing what she was doing, she walked, naked and defenseless before his lascivious gaze, ahead of her brother-in-law into her bedroom.
Marilyn turned, her body trembling, watching now with fearful anticipation as her brother-in-law began to eagerly strip off his own clothing, a little nostalgic quiver darting through her loins as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his hairy, muscular torso. He kicked his shoes off, then in a quick motion pulled down his pants and jockey shorts at the same time.
The young widow gasped in surprise as the thickly pulsing shaft of his penis loomed up suddenly in complete and threatening erection, the huge bulbous head swollen with blood and throbbing almost visibly. She watched as he grinned and flexed his loins so that the giant rod of flesh bobbed up and down in a lewd springing motion.
"Like that?" he asked with a leer.
Marilyn bit her lip, unable to take her eyes off the massively pulsing cock, unable to prevent the mental comparison between it and Peter's smooth slender hardness which she had taken without any effort into her mouth. But his father's penis would choke her to death if she tried that. She didn't think she'd ever seen a penis this big, and she didn't see how a woman – any woman – could take that thing up inside her vagina. Yet in spite of her fear, the young widow found herself turning that idea over and over in her mind with a strange fascination.
Then Marilyn's body stiffened again as Ronnie stepped forward and pushed her firmly down onto her back on the bed atop the spread. She moaned deeply, her breath coming in strained and hastened sobs as she gazed up through watering eyes at her handsome brother-in-law. From this angle the awesome size of his lustfully throbbing cock was even more exaggerated, but in spite of her fear Marilyn knew it was too late to resist. She couldn't have even if she'd wanted to, and now she was past even that, past worrying about fear. She had to have it, even if it hurt her. She had to have that pulsating hardness all the way up inside her, violating and stretching the forbidden tightness of her pussy until she could hardly stand it, until she finally achieved some real satisfaction and relief from her outrageous lust.
She lifted her eyes again from the massively throbbing shaft of flesh and back to the grinning face of her brother-in-law. She knew he was playing with her, mocking her, yet now she made no attempt to hide the supplication in her gaze. Because even as she lay in helpless surrender before him, she couldn't quite get his son out of her mind – or for that matter the other boy who'd been feeling up Jenny Phillips. And in spite of all his gloating triumph, she could still derive her own silent satisfaction from the fact that she was using him, using his body, for an end all of her own that had nothing to do with him.
Then, that secret buried deeply in her mind, Marilyn closed her eyes as her brother-in-law got up on the bed beside her. Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, she spread her legs in complete surrender as his hand dropped to the warm naked flesh of her belly, and trailed lightly through the sparse black curls of her cunt and down into the moist forbidden softness between her thighs. A wanton little shiver coursed out through her wide-splayed loins. Then she thrust her buttocks up in a sudden violent motion at the first contact of his fingers on the already wetly glistening little bud of her clitoris.
"Oh. Ohhhh, yes!" Marilyn whimpered as Ronnie's fingers trailed lower down the softly hair-lined lips of her pussy, the teasing contact made almost unbearable by her already heightened sensitivity.
'Jesus,' Ronnie thought. He'd never seen anything like this in his life. He'd barely even touched his sister-in-law and already she was going out of her mind. Then, grinning in even lewder triumph, Ronnie parted the flanged lips of her tight little cunt, his middle finger probing experimentally just at the entrance of the softly resisting flesh to prompt further excited quivers of her body before with more determined effort he shoved forward, driving the full length of his finger swiftly and relentlessly up into her trembling vaginal tightness.