"Oh, God, Frank!" she said. "I think you'd better go! We can't do this!"
"We certainly can," he chuckled. "I'm not going to pass up a chance like this. Came on, Martha! Relax! You want it as much as I do."
It was true. He was stripped to the waist now, and the sight of his bare chest made her realize more than ever how hungry she was for physical contact with him.
The fact that he was her brother-in-law made it wicked, but also more exciting. They were safe here in this little clearing at the edge of the woods. If there was ever a chance for them to do anything, it was now.
The opportunity was perfect. Her conscience might suffer later, but at the moment all she cared about was the fluttering need in her hot cunt.
"I'm afraid," she said.
"Just relax," be said softly.
He put his arms around her. In a moment their lips were together and they, were kissing. The feel of his hot lips against her own made her tremble.
His slippery tongue pushed forcefully into her mouth. She melted as be stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth in imitation of a cock fucking a cunt.
His hands moved over her body, squeezing and fondling and caressing her. She was helpless with lust. Her quivering cunt had taken control of her senses and nothing else mattered.
Thick juice oozed out of her pussy to wet the crotch of her panties and shorts.
"Come on, get your clothes off," Frank growled.
He was already half undressed. He helped her untie the halter-top that covered her tits. When the heavy globes swung free, he gazed at them with appreciation.
"Nice!" he said. "I've had my eyes on your tits for years."
Her hands trembled as she tossed the halter away. She was committing herself now. She was about to commit a sinful adulterous act with the husband of her sister. She quavered with nervousness and guilt.
Once again she wondered how often Frank cheated on Claire. She wondered if she ought to feel sorry for Claire.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "I don't know if I can do it, Frank. I can't do this to Claire."
"Listen," he said. "What Claire doesn't know won't hurt her."
He ran his fingers lightly over the contours of her tits, lifting them up, hefting them in his hand and tugging at her nipples.
"Christ, what tits!" he hissed.
She could see the hard bulge in his crotch. She trembled at the touch of his hands on her tits. Then he pulled his hands away and opened his pants. She gazed lustfully at him as he stripped his pants off. His cock made a huge tent in his jockey shorts.
I can't prevent this, she thought. There was no way she could stop it now. Her pussy was on fire, and the sight of the hard outline of his cock in his jockey shorts made the fire rage more fiercely. Her cunt was swollen with need and nothing counted now except getting that cock of his inside her pussy.
He finally lowered his shorts to reveal his stiff cock throbbing and dripping with impatience. She moaned softly as she stared at the fat purple head of his cock and his blue-veined cock shaft.
His piss hole was brimming with juice. His cock was ready for fucking, ready to be stuffed inside her hungry cunt.
His hands were on her tits again, jiggling them and playing with her nipples. He squeezed and molded the melons of her tits in his hands until she whimpered with the pleasure of it.
The touch of his hands on her flesh was marvelous. Her tits had always been extremely sensitive, and Frank was experienced enough to know how to handle them.
There was none of the frenzied clutching and squeezing she received from Ricky. Ricky was too eager. Frank handled her tits almost casually. And somehow that made it more exciting.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers, toying with them in a way that made the juice gush out of her pussy.
"Big tits really turn me on!" he said.
Trembling, she stretched out on her back as he lowered his head to her tits. He lapped his wet tongue over her nipples. The feathery touch made her shiver.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
"Christ, you're a juicy piece!" he hissed.
She squirmed her ass on the blanket, squeezing her thighs together, groaning as she felt the wetness of her pussy.
He noisily sucked on one of her nipples, pulling it out with his teeth. Mewling with pleasure, she held the tit in his hand as he sucked it into his mouth.
The wet slurping noise of his sucking made her quiver. She gazed down at the ring of his lips around her turgid nipple. He seemed in no hurry at all.
How delicious it was! She loved to be sucked like that. She loved the noise of it. Her nipples were hard and stiff, like two aggressive spikes.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she moaned.
Whimpering and writhing with pleasure, she squirmed her tits under his face. When he finally pulled his mouth away, her nipples were spit-soaked and glistening.
Her tits felt tight and swollen. He ran his hands gently over the heavy melons, nuzzled them one final time, and grinned.
"Let's get your pants off," he said.
His fingers found the snaps at the waistband of her shorts. She felt completely different with Frank than she had with either Roy or Ricky. Frank was her brother-in-law. She had known him since she was a girl. She somehow felt almost like a bride, and now that he was pulling her shorts and panties down, she felt almost virginal.
When he had her stripped, his eyes raked over her cunt and the globes of her ass. She moaned and squirmed on the blanket, completely naked under his gaze.
"You're not like Claire at all," he chuckled, his hot eyes feasting on the bush of dark hair covering her pussy.
"Claire's a blonde," she moaned.
"She sure is," he said. "It's funny how the two of you are in the same family."
"Oh, God, Frank. I feel so guilty!" she said.
"Never mind that. Open your legs and let me see your pussy!"
She was more than ever conscious of her nakedness. She was embarrassed and at the same time excited by the hot glint in his eyes.
Pulling her legs up, she let them fall apart to show him the oozing slit of her cunt.
"Christ, what a cunt!" he groaned. "You're so fucking hairy!"
She blushed. She pulled her knees back to raise her crotch up. She squirmed the dripping red gash of her cunt under his eyes.
A breeze rustled the trees and tickled the mouth of her cunt hole. Her cunt lips were swollen. She wondered if he could smell her cunt juice. She had known him so many years, and yet now there was no modesty at all before him. He was her sister's husband, and yet here he was leisurely examining her pussy.
Then she trembled as he cupped his hand over her cunt. He fingered her cunt lips, explored the groove between them, and finally probed the mouth of her brimming cunt hole.
The touch of his fingers on the meat of her pussy was delicious. She groaned when he moved his hand down to her ass and briefly tongued the ring of her ass hole.
Then his fingers were on her cunt lips again, moving up to massage the stiff bud of her clit. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and slowly rolled it. She mewled with delight at the intense pleasure caused by the caress.
He began frigging her, his fingers rhythmically massaging the quivering meat of her clit.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
"Feels good, huh?"
She tossed her head from side to side on the blanket, crooning and groaning in response to the touch of his fingers.
"Oh God, Frank, you're driving me crazy!" she moaned.
"That's good," he laughed. "That's exactly what I want to do!"
She didn't care any more that he was Claire's husband, that his touching of her pussy was incestuous. She was too far gone now to care about anything except her famished cunt.