This is a story about sex between consenting adults who are related by blood and/or marriage. Everyone, including you and those in the story, must be and are over 18 years of age.
The first three book titles are real. The dialog Maya is reading is from one of those. The title of the fourth book is not real.
Constructive criticism is always accepted and appreciated. Anonymous comments about how shit sucks and stuff are not helpful.
Thanks for reading.
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Rob's feet padded up the carpeted stairs. He licked his lips with anticipation. Not-so-far below him were the murmurings of his friends and relatives. They'd been lured over with free food and booze. No one really enjoyed the company of Rob's wife, Rhonda. Her ability to look down on anybody regardless of social standing, integrity, and wealth was mythic. She once cut down a girl scout troop leader, stating that she was undoing all efforts for female independence and enforcing conformity. The exasperated woman was never seen again.
Rhonda especially enjoyed cutting into other groups namely cheerleaders, sports participants, and clergy. And she was always this way. Rob met her in college. She was a size eight blonde, with C-cup tits. Her self-confidence won him over as she captained the debate team and could answer any challenge. Rumor had it she was a closet lesbian as no man would dare ask her out. The blonde braiding of her hair was always rigid, her posture unyielding. Her ass was as legendary as her tongue. Whispers circulated that she was found fucking a professor mercilessly during an away debate. The sounds were more like an exorcism than a willful copulation. Those who boasted of witnessing were quickly put down when challenged to verify with the female participant.
He snared her by being exceedingly bold and invited her to debate on how she could be wrong about something. "The greatest failure is a person who never admits that he can be a failure - Gerald. N. Weiskott", Rob said.
"Wait wait wait!," she replied, "I was thought I was wrong once. But then I realized I was mistaken." Her lips coiled into a smirk.
Over chicken parmesan and white wine they went back and forth. The night ended with a hug. She'd pressed deeply into his arms, allowing her breath to fall on his neck. But he wasn't fooled. He figured she'd get all into it and then feign indignation. This was a long game. Two months and significant amounts of heavy petting later, Rhonda knocked on Rob's door. It was four in the morning on a Saturday.
"Huh?" was all he could muster.
She roughly dressed him and dragged him to a nearby hilltop. Rob became unnerved at their arrival as it was also a Civil War cemetery. As the sun crested the hills, illuminating the valley below Rhonda dropped to her knees and freed his cock.
On the hill she'd sucked most of the hair off his shaft, kneading his balls, licking every conceivable crevice. Finishing a dizzying blowjob, she kissed him deeply and unbuckled her pants. She threw them to the ground and turned around. Reaching between her legs she guided his shaft, stabbing her pussy. Rob couldn't moan out of shock of what was happening. His hands clenched down on her hips in response, locking eyes with her.
"Fuck me" she whispered.
He pushed his cock all the way in again. Rhonda bent at the waist, her hands crawling out in front of her to grip the ground. Rob pulled and pulled, ramming his cock into her pussy over and over. The smell of her ran through his nose, into his mouth. He could feel her juice spraying everywhere, her slickness growing. Rhonda moved her ass from side to side, feeling his penis on all surfaces.
Rob's eyes were shut tight. He could feel the warmth in his belly rising. His orgasm was imminent.
"Cum...in...my ass, Rob..." she hissed.
He was confused. Quickly he pulled out of her pussy and rammed it into her ass. A piercing cry left her mouth and he hesitated.
"Don't stop don't stop Don't Stop!" she commanded.
Rob could feel his cock pulsing against the tightness. He came. Shooting six or seven times into Rhonda's ass. She had stuck three fingers inside her, he could almost feel them wiggling.
On the hill she'd freed his cock.Or rather enslaved it. Every time she saw him from then on she fucked him.In the photography lab. On a bench. In the planetarium. She was insatiable. Rob suspected that she'd been a virgin, but witnessing her technique his doubts faded. Once she'd been on the phone with her dad discussing seating arrangements for her aunt's birthday party, he'd come into to pick her up for a date. She motioned him to sit in the chair across from her. Beige was the color of the day. A thick turtleneck sweater outlined her breasts leading down to a knee-length skirt of similar color. The boots were an auburn brown, coming midway up her calves.
"No, dad, I don't see what you mean," she said in a very bland tone. "Sitting all the cousins at one table does nothing to liven the evening. If we spread them out among her friends they will get a chance to know one another."
The banality of the conversation evaporated at the word "spread" when Rhonda uncrossed her legs revealing the absence of underwear. She further placed two fingers at the entrance to her womb and began to rub.
"My thoughts on seafood appetizers would be that since we have no idea who has a shellfish allergy we should limit it to bacon-wrapped scallops." Her fingers moved faster.
