3 comments/ 84220 views/ 8 favorites Mother-in-Law's Tongue Ch. 02 By: RomanCEisdead2 Mother-in-Law's Tongue - Andrea's Discovery Mother-in-Law's Tongue Ch. 02 "I was thinking about a repeat performance. Only this time we'll take a few pics on our mobile phones. That way, if ever you try the 'don't take any notice of them, they're lying' routine we'll be able to prove we aren't." She was backed into a corner. The men were going to force her to have sex with them again. Her mouth had gone very dry, her knees weak. But then the dread realisation of what was going to happen was given an even more acute edge by the fact that she could feel her hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra. When she looked down she could see that they were clearly visible. Worse still, she could feel a stirring between her legs. She daren't move now for fear that her clothing would rub against her body and stimulate her further. Bob watched Andrea carefully. When she didn't speak he knew that he had won. He could feel his cock stiffening in anticipation of what was to come. "I think that you had better start by explaining what happened after we left," he said. "My throat... I need a drink. Please?" she begged. "Get her a beer Terry," he said. His brother went over to a fridge in the corner of the room by a sink and opened it. Pulling out a bottle of Stella Artois he quickly flipped off the top with a bottle opener sitting on the draining board. Andrea took the bottle. She had never drunk beer in her life, but she needed something to lubricate her throat. The thought occurred to her that she really would need something if they used her mouth as they did before. She took a sip and suppressed a grimace. It wasn't at all like wine. She sipped again and found that the taste didn't seem as bad. The third sip actually tasted alright. "You want me to tell you what happened," was a statement. "In detail, tell us everything. And if you lie or miss anything out, we'll give you the spanking that you deserve." It didn't occur to Andrea to question how they would know if she lied. The idea of them punishing her brought back memories of the film that she had watched last night. Her mouth grew dry once more and she lifted the bottle to her mouth and finished it in one swig, as if it was water. "He... Terry took off the tape and made me lay back on the couch. He told me to spread my legs and then told Ben to lie down on top of me. His arms were tied behind his back, so Terry had to lower him onto me. Then he pulled my arms together behind Ben's back and taped them there. He pulled both of my legs up and then fastened them together behind Ben. Then... then he pulled my skirt up." Bob interrupted, "Mrs... Andrea, isn't it? Andrea, I want you to go on, but as you do I want you to start pulling your skirt up to show us your legs." Andrea bent down to take hold of the hem and began to raise it as she continued, "He... he hadn't let me put any panties on when I got dressed earlier, so I was naked down there. Then... then he pulled Ben's trousers and pants down." The skirt has been pulled up as far as her stocking tops. "I need another drink," she said. Terry obliged with another bottle before she resumed her story, "We were pressed together. His... thing was lying across my... my... pussy. It started to grow. I know that he couldn't help it but as it got bigger and... throbbed, it was doing something to me. I had never, ever done anything like this before in my life, but I needed to... to have him inside me. It was fairly easy to manoeuvre him in, but his movements were pretty limited. He... we... were doing it for some time before... well, you know." The skirt was now up around her waist, revealing the suspender belt and matching knickers. "No I don't Andrea. Tell me precisely," Bob demanded. Andrea took a long swig from the second bottle. "He... spurted into me and... I orgasmed." The damp patch at the crotch of Andrea's panties was very visible by now – as all of the brothers could see. "And then you managed to get free?" "Yes." "And you've never thought about having sex with him again?" "No!" she said indignantly. Then she recalled the threats regarding lying. "Well, not... you know... it. But I thought about using my mouth on his... on him, you know." "But you didn't?" "No." "Well perhaps I can help you fulfil that fantasy. Kneel down Andrea." She did as she was told. Bob walked across to the room and stood in front of her, "Go on then you little slut. You know what to do." Andrea's mind was in turmoil. Revulsion was mixed with incredible sexual urges. She spread her legs in order to get closer to Bob and then began to unfasten his belt. She popped the top button and then unzipped the fly. The trousers were loose enough that they feel straight to the floor. She could see his erect dick nodding inside of his underpants. She took hold of them and yanked them down his legs. The solid piece of meat suddenly released from the material and sprung back up, slapping his stomach in the process. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pulled the skin down. She rubbed her hand back up and down a few times before extending her tongue. She began at the base and slowly drew it up the shaft. The pre-cum at the tip flicked up onto her lips and she licked it into her mouth, tasting the salty flavour. Andrea closed her eyes and slid her mouth over the head of Bob's cock. She continued to rub with one hand while the other cradled his balls. She gradually lowered her mouth down onto his penis until it rested against the back of her throat. She lifted back off until just the tip remained between her lips, before sliding it back in again. She continued to repeat this action, speeding her movements up as she did so. Bob felt like grabbing hold of her head and shoving his cock all of the way down her throat, but so far she was doing quite a good job so he let her continue. He looked down to see that her right hand had taken over the task of caressing his bollocks, while her left hand had dropped down between her legs. Andrea rubbed her clitoris through the thin material of her panties. She was feeling incredibly aroused now and with each plunge of her mouth onto Bob's dick it was penetrating deeper and deeper into her throat. She was almost at the point of coming when he beat her too it. She choked as the volume of spunk hitting her tonsils made her gag and pulled most of the rod from her mouth to allow room for it. A hand prevented her from taking the cock completely out of her mouth and she was forced to swallow it all. "Ohhh, but you're good Andrea. You're such a talented little cocksucker. And you had never done that before we met you? You must be a natural," he said as he pulled his trousers and underpants up. "Tell me Andrea. Who would you like to suck next? Terry or Roy?" She didn't answer, but instead picked the bottle up again and took a long swig of beer to wash down Bob's semen. "Or perhaps you'd like to take them on both at the same time?" The two brothers looked at each other and advance rapidly on Andrea. They quickly freed their respective dicks, both of which were already fully hard, and presented them to her. Andrea licked her lips, took hold a shaft in each hand and then sucked each penis alternately into her mouth. Her pussy was burning for attention, but her hands were occupied. When she pulled away each time the brothers were disappointed and began to shove themselves back at her, until eventually she had two heads vying for the one opening. How it happened she didn't know, but her mouth became stretched incredibly wide until both of their cocks achieved entry. The two men came almost simultaneously. Andrea continued pumping with her hands, but the cocks jerked out of her mouth and started to spray across her face. As the brothers withdrew and began to dress themselves, Bob said, "Smile for the camera Andrea." She looked up to see Bob holding his mobile up. She heard a click. "Oh, that's going to be a good one for the family album. Especially next to the one where you were sucking two at once." "Can I go now?" she asked. "I need to get home, or I'll be missed." "No you won't," said Terry. "You said that your husband was away." "Go?" questioned Bob, laughing. "We've only just started the entertainment darling! But I reckon you probably need something to be going on with for now." He walked over to the sink and picked up a round handled dish-washing brush. He threw it to her and said, "Sit on the sofa and fuck yourself with this." Andrea looked at the brush in her hand with horror. Did he really mean that she should use this on herself? Did he intend her to push that into her vagina? She got up from the floor and lay down on the chair. Her skirt was already high enough to reveal her knickers, but she pulled the skirt up to her waist anyway. She slipped her hand down between her legs and rubbed the wetness. She slipped her fingers under the gusset and pulled it to one side, almost crying out when her knuckles rubbed against her over-sensitive clit. She held the brush in her hand, handle poised, pointing at the entrance to her vagina. She looked at a now grinning Bob, who simply nodded. She kept her eyes locked on Bob's as she started to insert the end, but soon lost focus as the handle penetrated deeper. Before long she was thrusting it in and out at speed, using the thumb on her other hand to stimulate her clitoris. Her orgasm, when it arrived, was prolonged and powerful. She may have passed out, for the next thing she knew was that the men were kneeling down around her and sliding the brush in and out for her. One of them dropped his head down into her lap and began sucking on her clit. Her blouse was already unbuttoned and Bob was levering one of her breasts out of its cup. His mouth dropped onto the nipple. The three brothers were all working hard on her. She had only just come, but now she realised that she was building up yet again. And only minutes after the last one! When finally she had recovered from her second orgasm, they pulled away from her. "Get dressed," said Bob. She reached down and removed the brush that had been left inserted. She moaned as she slid it out and dropped to the floor. She hoped that her ordeal was over, but somehow doubted it. She straightened her clothes and raised herself unsteadily to her feet. "OK," said Bob. "I think its time to go somewhere more appropriate." He took Andrea by the arm and led her outside of the garage, telling Terry to lock up. Mother-in-Law's Tongue Ch. 02