Chapter 3

Stretching out on the soft bed she imagined what a purring kitten might feel like. All of what had gone on since Michelle’s freshman year in high school seemed like a fuzzy dream though some of it was a nightmare. And here she was in the lovely place with her husband for just two days. Since the initial hell of rehab and getting to know Frankie Rizzo more intimately her life had turned around. How often had she thought, I never would have believed that a guy whose father is a Mafia boss can be such a tender person. She remembered how they first met.

Having been a flirt since could remember Michelle had always been attracted to older boys. She toyed with each boy her sister dated. Though considering it a minor irritation, Merrie had never been seriously bothered by Michelle trying to gain their attention. When her little sister flirted with Phil Comstock she thought it was cute, just one of those irksome traits that one had to put up with. Merrie was eighteen and would be marrying Phil Comstock after they both graduated from high school. Michelle was fifteen.

Soon after her marriage, sex with her husband became almost non-existent. Their courtship had been hot which Merrie seemed to grovel in but was eager to make their wild sex appropriate in the eyes of the Church. After a few months of their marriage, Phil began to ignore her, and sex became infrequent which caused Merrie to suspect that another woman might be involved. In her wildest imaginings though she never considered that the woman could be her sister.

For sixteen-year-old Michelle, who had been sexually active before going down on her sister’s husband in his car in the alley behind the Taste of Salerno a couple of months after Phil and Merrie’s wedding, being involved with an older “married man” like Phil Comstock was exciting. Giving him the first of many blowjobs she was both shocked and thrilled that he called her a “cunt” just after he came in her mouth. Rather than considering it abusive talk she just thought she was coming of age in an adult kind of sex. While he was going with Merrie Phil had always been sweet to Michell treating her like a little girl. In her eyes, he was considering her a woman, and he was showing her that he was a man with balls. She thought it was macho. She was envious of Merrie for being married to Phil and while feeling guilty for cheating on her sister she enjoyed it so much that she had no intention of stopping.

When she was seventeen Phil took her to dinner at the Taste of Salerno. When he ordered champagne, he was embarrassed when the owner of the bar, Frankie Rizzo, came to the table and said he had to take the champagne back. “Come on Frankie We went to school together for Christ’s sake,” Phil said. When Frankie took the champagne off the table he told Michelle, “Frankie’s just pissed that I married your fucking sister.”

Continually pissed at Phil for cheating on his wife, with whom Frankie had been in love in high school, he suggested that Phil might want to step outside with him to discuss it further. Michelle wondered how Merrie could have ever liked a “creep” like Frankie. It would be a good deal later when she discovered that Frankie had hoped that he and Merrie would end up getting married.

By the second month of her rehab treatment, the fog in which Michelle had been immersed began to lift. Though she craved drugs, she felt more and saw hope that she might conquer the addiction. Merrie’s constant love and attention were key to her change in attitude. At first, she couldn’t believe that with all the garbage she helped put her sister through Merrie continually showed her how much she loved her and how patient she was with her shenanigans.

The day that Merrie and Tony brought Frankie Rizzo (Tony’s cousin) to visit Michelle she recalled how insignificant she felt that night at Taste of Salerno when Frankie refused to serve her champagne. Phil had almost gotten into a fight with him. What an asshole Phil is she thought and what a stupid little girl I was. Frankie brought a beautiful bouquet of cut flowers in an expensive cut glass vase along with a large teddy bear, she would name “Frankie.” When she left the facility to move back in with Merrie she and Frankie began dating. Sometimes they would go to his apartment. Sometimes, when Merrie was staying at Tony’s apartment, Frankie and Michelle would use Merrie’s place as their playpen.

During rehab, Michelle was so intense about getting clean that she suppressed her sexual urges which, for such a libidinous female was a real breakthrough. She consciously hated Phil Comstock for convincing her to cheat on her sister, then for the way he had abused Merrie that night of the “vengeance gangbang.” Gangbangs had been constant events during Phil’s relationship with Michelle which she had continually participated. After the fact, she realized that he had used her in the foulest way. During the withdrawal phase of her rehab memories of the gangbangs haunted her.

For the first couple of weeks after her release from rehab, males petrified her. That was when her sexual relationship with her sister started. While Merrie felt uncomfortable with it at first it got to a point where both sisters reveled in what they were enjoying together. Michelle remembered that night of terror when through blackmail Phil forced Merrie to join the gangbang with his buddies and her. Amid guilt and fear for her sister’s well-being, the only thing that gave Michelle comfort that night was the oral sex she shared with her sister. While the sex with the men was disgustingly exciting, oral sex with her sister helped get her through the ordeal of that night, when Merrie got the worst of it.

From the day Frankie brought the flowers and Teddy Bear Michelle forgave the perceived wrong he had done in embarrassing her by not serving her champagne when she was seventeen. As he continued visiting she fell in love with him. After her release and the period of phobia of men, they began dating seriously but not having sex. During their term of celibacy, Frankie nurtured her just with cuddles and kisses. The night she expressed interest in more happened when they were alone in Merrie’s apartment. He had just eased his finger inside her vagina when she felt the urge to go down his cock. When she unzipped his pants and felt what seemed like a monster she was spooked by his endowment and begged for more time without sex.

Most men of “usual size” often wished for larger endowment. Though proud of what swung between his legs Frankie had learned that it was both a blessing and a curse. Some women went wild when they discovered how big he was. Some showed tentative anxiety at the prospect of what he might do to her and some simply could continue without pain. Only a few of him had been with were so thrilled by it that they opted for repeat performances. Ironically, most women who loved it never turned out to be the kind of woman that appealed to Frankie. At one point his dilemma haunted him to the point where he considered having it surgically reduced.

Within the week after the incident, Michelle decided that her love for Frankie had to be consummated. Though she was stunned by the feeling of the immensity inside her she recalled that she had submitted herself to much more discomfort when she put up with Phil beating and abusing her during the gangbangs. Grasping that Frankie’s lust was coupled with a love she’d never known Michelle viewed it in such a way that would turn her into ecstasy. It wasn’t long before she craved his monstrous endowment. And since he had such tremendous stamina she found that by the time he had three orgasms, they had reached their limit for the night. Because Frankie was such a tender lover who adored foreplay she lubricated more generously and was relaxed by the time he entered her. With the flowers in a crystal vase, the teddy bear, Frankie’s love for sensual foreplay, and cuddling through the afterglow, she had found her Prince Charming.

At twenty-eight, Frankie’s parent’s need for grandchildren softened the Don’s restriction of marriage to either of the Maguire sisters. Mama Rizzo didn’t approve of the girls’ loose morals. But her husband, Uncle Vinnie, was the boss.

There was no question about Frankie’s love for Michelle. At the same his love for Merrie, his high school sweetheart had never waned. He had fantasized about her since high school, the cat was out of the bag, and she was going to marry his cousin Tony. So, his tender feelings for Merrie’s little sister, whom he also adored, made sense, and he looked forward to an exceptionally comfortable marital relationship.

Tony, who had the advantage of being sexual with both sisters, viewed the experience differently. He knew that he would never be able to love Michelle the way he did Merrie. Sex with Michelle was wild and exciting while Merrie was warm and comforting. When he first fell in love with Merrie he had been the first man with her since her divorce, and the involvement filled an urgent need. He felt needed, something that made him function well as a normal human being. Ironically, he was Michelle’s first fuck in high school, the one who’d broken her cherry. That alone made her special to him. But while he would always savor the sex he would have with Merrie he knew things could be more interesting with Michelle. Both Frankie and Tony were products of a Mafia family and knew their marriages would be forever, but hanky-panky would always be allowed.

Back in Naples Michelle felt like she was in the womb. They had all flown to Rome where they stayed overnight then took the train to Naples. Last night they had a delightful dinner with Tony and Merrie in a classy Italian restaurant high on the hill overlooking Capri.

Initially, Michelle had been torn with guilt for having sex with Merrie’s husband behind her back. During her courtship with Frankie, she always envied Merrie’s relationship with Ton, hoping that one day he would try to get her in bed with him. He was, after all the one who took her virginity as a teenager. But the trend had been set some time ago, was put on hold, and was being reset ... if she could pull it off. When she learned from Phil that Merrie participated in a gangbang with Tony and four friends at work she was jealous. In her mind, that four-way relationship was still going on and she hoped to be included in it. By the time of their dual wedding hope became an obsession. On their flight to Rome Michelle vowed that she would make something happen in Naples. During their first night there during their delightfully romantic dinner, the couples danced together and also danced with each other’s spouse. Because of her heavy drinking and drug use during her time with Phil Michelle developed a higher tolerance for alcohol. Even so, she drank stealthfully less while she tacitly keeps filling the others’ wine glasses.

While stretching in bed the next morning while fondling herself, Michelle looked over at the sleeping Tony and thought I DID it. With the ambiance of her night in bed with her drunken brother-in-law the tingling in her pussy and nipples increased as she thought about what they had done together in bed. Accustomed to Frankie’s huge endowment her vagina had become more pliable but, because of her repeated gangbangs with Phil and his buddies she had learned to accommodate any size penis by flexing her vaginal muscles. The sex she had with Tony ad left her completely satisfied before she drifted off to sleep. She was dealing with the guilt she felt for the deception but when she pulled back the covers on her bed she saw his erection ready for use and thought, I’m sure Merrie is pissed off at me but fucking Tony again won’t make it worse.

In the adjoining bedroom of their shared suite, Merrie awoke with a pulsing headache. She remembered the dancing, the laughter, and even Frankie’s hand on her ass, which twice she had consciously removed. From the tingling ambiance between her legs, she felt like her pussy had been stretched beyond its limit. Rolling over she lifted herself on her elbow and looked at Tony’s open-mouthed face. Shocked, she thought, JESUS, ITS FRANKIE. Tony’s in bed with my BITCH of a sister. GODAMMIT.

A move to lurch out of bed was stopped by the searing headache that made her flop back onto her pillow. Putting her hands on her head she took several deep breaths and pressed hard on her temples with her thumbs. Trying to think about what might have happened and how the couples could be split up this way her mind segued to Michelle’s interest in the Office Party with Tony and their four friends that ended in gangbang. With a rueful chuckle, she thought, That was such a GREAT. Merrie had only suggested it to Tony at the time because she wanted to get back at her husband when she had discovered pictures of her husband doing the same thing with four of his friends and a strange girl who turned out to be her sister Michelle. She had gone against Tony’s advice when she sent a picture of their gangbang to Phil to get back at him. That ended up in Phil blackmailing her into a “revenge gangbang” where she found out that Chellie was the mystery girl. Every time she relived the horror of it she reexperienced the panic of being left naked in the hotel with no clothes to go home in. Touching the cheek where Phil had bruised her that night she remembered how tender and compassionate Michelle had been to her which segued to the only comfortable memory of the evening, Michelle’s mouth on her pussy. Realizing that her headache had become less intense she thought of the times Chellie and she had made love since she had left rehab.

She remembered wondering before the wedding, if the relationship with her sister would continue after she and Tony got married, or if he might pressure her to abandon her. As Merrie’s headache eased she took her thumbs from her temples and thought what a patsy Tony must think she was for all the times Chellie had caused her grief and she continually forgave her. Once again she castigated herself for not being more pissed off for somehow engineering this spousal swap she awoke to. During this thought process, she realized that she was not as pissed at her sister as she thought she should be. Shit, she thought as she was finding it difficult to stay pissed at her sister. She pressed her thumbs against her temples again when her head began throbbing God, she thought, I’m so fucking uncomfortable, my head ... and my pussy hurts. It must have been stretched double its size. Tony joking about the size of Frankie’s dick, calling him “TC,” made her chuckle despite her discomfort. But she wished she could at least remember what it felt like when “TC” fucked her.

Oh well, she thought, I might as well make the best of it. Pulling back the sheet said, “Holy shit.” as Frankie’s tremendous cock came into view. Thunderstruck, it was almost as if there wasn’t enough blood in Frankie’s body to fill it as his erection rose and fell as if it were struggling to become stiff. Despite her throbbing head she thought, Frankie has always wanted me. But Jesus can I really get him inside me again? But her tender vagina reminded her that he had.

Unable to resist the magnetic effect upon her hand she reached under the covers and grabbed Frankie’s morning erection to get a feel of its heft. Jesus, he’s fucking HUGE. Shaking her head in disbelief she gawked. UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE. There was no point in resisting the temptation to confirm the bulk that had to be inside her during the night she rose to her knees and straddled her sleeping brother-in-law. Lubricating his oversized head in the secretions of her wet trench she completed the socket as she thought, No wonder the goddammed thing is so difficult to get inside me and levered the bulbous monster inside the threshold of her sex. Frankie’s eyes snapped open, then bugged out almost popping out of his head as he grinned and croaked, “I guess this honeymoon is going to be more interesting than I thought, Merrie.”

As Merrie’s vagina worked to get his massive pole inside her ass flattened on his thighs and she said, “I’ll be damned, my headache is gone.”

Ordinarily Tony would nurse a couple of drinks all night. But there was something about their first night in Naples that put him into a mood where he kept pouring down the alcohol. He remembered eating, dancing, and romancing on the loggia which overlooked the twinkling lights of the picturesque, ancient city. He vaguely remembered dancing with Michelle while looking across the loggia at Frankie and Merrie dancing cheek to cheek. Frankie was such a good dancer that he and Merrie seemed to be moving like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers. He dimly recalled Frankie grabbing a handful of Merrie’s ass and pulling her tightly against him. And he remembered how it affected him sexually as he recollected the feeling of his penis rising against the fabric of his pants and into the taut muscle of Michelle’s thigh.

“The next thing he could remember was just a moment ago when he felt Merrie’s warm mouth covering the head of his cock and taking two-thirds of into its moist warmth. His body was alive with the knowledge of having passionate sex, but the reality was lost in the miasma in which last night disappeared. He dimly remembered Merrie telling him while they danced, “I don’t know what tonight will bring Tony, but so far this trip with Michelle and Frankie is more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. It’s like a dream.”

Amid his hangover, he didn’t realize that Merrie could have been trying to tell him something he was having trouble unraveling. Just then she took her mouth from his engorged penis and he felt her body lurch as her legs straddled his middle, her hand grasped his cock, and felt his glans entering the O-ring of her vagina which caused pinwheels to spin throughout his being. Miraculously his headache disappeared, and he crooned, “Merrie, Merrie.” With the moist warmth of her encompassing pussy augmenting his passion, he looked up at her naked body, and sighed, “Merrie.” But as his eyes focused on his sex penetrating her crotch his eyes it wasn’t Merrie’s face that he saw. “Michelle?” When she looked at him and grinned he arched his middle, pushed against her shoulder, and shouted, “What the fuck are you DOING here Michelle?