The Seductive Sister-In-Law

The Seductive Sister-In-Law
by Raymond Travis

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Chapter 1


Stepping out of the warm driving shower onto a plush yellow towel,
Betty Howard lifted her thick honey-colored hair from her long
delicately arching neck and looked at her youthful reflection in the
full length bathroom mirror with an involuntary self-satisfaction. It
was hard not to be proud of the wide-spaced green eyes gazing back at
her, slanted slightly above high cheekbones, blinking back at her with
a growing amusement; it was exhilarating to be such a beautiful young
woman and beneath her quiet and modest temperament she enjoyed it.
Though she would celebrate her twenty-sixth birthday this very summer,
her fully curving voluptuous body was every bit as firm and taut as a
teenager's-high-set round breasts curving down over a slender girlish
waist to round luscious hips; a flat smooth stomach and full-swelling
thighs; breathtakingly curved calves tapering down to small well-formed
ankles.

But a look of pained bewilderment clouded the green eyes and she let
the long slightly damp hair fall to her shoulders with an air of weary
discouragement. She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing searchingly at
the picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so lovely; in
that context she might be able to make more sense of Kent's peculiarly
indifferent attitude towards her lately. It had been over a week now
since they had made love and she was willing to accept that as natural
after three years of marriage. But even when he did approach her
nowadays, she sensed a certain lack of fire. It was almost as though he
were performing a duty ...

A high feminine squeal of laughter from the patio interrupted this
depressing chain of thought. Betty wrapped a soft towel around her
naked torso and lifted one of the slats in the venetian blinds with a
long perfectly manicured fingernail, peeking out at her brother-in-law
and his new bride who had arrived from out of town just that morning.
Her eyes narrowed and focused more sharply on the strange picture
confronting her: Bob's lean and muscular body was spread out on the
chaise lounge in white swim trunks that contrasted with his deep tan
and set off his silvery blonde hair while the petite dark-haired
Shirley, in a snug black bikini that was at least two sizes too small
for her, was trying to sit in Bob's lap. Her lushly curving buttocks
slid down onto his pelvis and his arms swooped out to grab her by the
elbows and cast her off. But she laughed and bounced right back onto
the thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent straining against
his swim trunks. Betty blushed and stepped away from the window,
exiting quickly for the adjoining master bedroom. This wouldn't do at
all, her mind raced while she pulled on her slacks and shuffled her
feet into sandals. Not in front of their new neighbors! Still zipping
up her tight slacks, she hurried to the kitchen for the coffee she had
left percolating on the counter.

Another squeal of laughter erupted from the backyard as Betty set the
coffee pot onto the kitchen table. She turned and faced the window,
running her fingers nervously through a stray strand of soft blonde
hair. She didn't have the faintest idea how to handle the situation and
in a moment she would have to say something! Although they lived in a
secluded area on the North Shore of Long Island, their nearest
neighbors might see the goings-on across the well-trimmed hedges that
separated the long spacious back lawns from each other. She had nothing
against a little innocent love-play-God knows she and Kent had once
done it-but there was something flamboyant and very unsettling about
the way Shirley and Bob were pawing each other right out in public.
Kent's younger brother and his wife had come to stay with the Howards a
few days ago and were planning to move into a place on the other side
of Long Island as soon as the apartment was furnished and redecorated.
Meanwhile, Betty was beginning to wonder what she would have to put up
with, and she sighed to herself and leaned out the window.

"Hey, Beautiful," Bob's low voice echoed across the lawn before she
could speak. "C'mon out and join the party!"

Betty filled her coffee cup, set it in the saucer, and quickly pushed
open the screened kitchen door. The late afternoon light cast long cool
shadows across the grey flagstone patio, but the sun was still bright
enough to be dazzling as it reflected in the kidney-shaped swimming
pool behind Bob and Shirley.

"Nothing stronger than coffee for you, Betty?" Bob remarked as she
approached the couple.

"I think I'll wait 'til just before dinner, thanks," she smiled and
relaxed her lithely curving back into a lounge chair in front of them.

Shirley smiled demurely at Betty and raised her Scotch to full sensuous
lips. "It's really wonderful to be treated so warmly, Betty. I almost
feel like I were part of the family."

"God, honey, you are," Bob said, and leaned over to his new wife and
gave her a softly brushing kiss. "Mrs. Howard, this is Mrs. Howard. You
have already been introduced, I presume?" he chortled, running his
fingers under the straps of her bathing suit that cupped her large
smoothly uptilting breasts in little more than a thin strip of black
cloth.

Shirley swatted him away, but Betty felt herself blush as she had
earlier when watching the couple's sex play through the window, and
forced a laugh to conceal her embarrassment. "I thought we'd put some
steaks on the grill tonight. How does that sound?"

Bob stared into his drink for a moment, then lifted his eyes and
studied the snug apple-curve of Betty's full firm breasts that
protruded tightly against her blouse. "I think that sounds as delicious
as you look. What do you think about that, baby?" he said, turning to
Shirley, who had raised a hand to her mouth, suppressing laughter.

Betty Howard stiffened in her chair, unable to cope with the suggestive
conversation. This new salacious side of Bob's personality was
unfamiliar to her, and she wondered if his new wife, Shirley, didn't
have some influence on his actions. Kent's younger brother had always
been known as the shy one and at times Betty had thought that the two
of them might have been better matched than she and her husband. But
now she questioned her earlier feelings. She stood up from her chair
and, looking down at the two of them, smoothed her blouse into the
waistline of her tight-fitting slacks.

She excused herself and returned to the house. Lord, they had unsettled
her so that she did need a drink, she thought, picking the newspaper
off the front porch. She fixed herself a Scotch and soda and sat in the
living room, sipping on it and scanning headlines. Later, she noticed
that it was getting dark, and she set the steaks out on the backyard
grill and rejoined Bob and Shirley on the patio.

"I guess it's time for that drink we were talking about," she smiled,
having regained her composure.

"Now that sounds more like it," Bob grinned back, and poured a tumbler
of Scotch into an ice filled glass. "And while you're enjoying yourself
with it, I'll keep an eye on the steaks."

Bob shifted off the chair and strode to the sizzling grill at the edge
of the patio. Betty couldn't help admiring the sight of her brother-in-
law's long sinuous legs and the boyish roundness of his buttocks as he
turned his back to Shirley and Betty seated in lounge chairs across
from each other. Yes, she probably had been jumping to wild conclusions
about changes in Bob's character when he had made those playful
comments to her an hour earlier. She and Bob had always been like
brother and sister. She was just nervous because of Kent not being home
and his odd detached behavior over the past few weeks. As she sipped
from her Scotch, she felt more warmly disposed towards Shirley; even
though the girl was something of a sex-kitten, she had a rambunctious
liveliness to her that she would find quite charming in less tense
moments.

"Worried about Kent?" Shirley asked in a sure sounding voice.

Betty laughed and sipped from her drink again. "Was that a statement of
fact or a question?"

Shirley lifted one delicately curving ankle onto the low-setting cast
iron table that separated the two women. Despite herself, Betty felt
slightly astounded at the girl's brazenness; her tightly fitting bikini
panties just covered the sensuous vee of her crotch and the gentle
curve of her genital area was clearly evident from beneath the tight
press of the cotton material.

"Probably both," Shirley laughed at herself.

"I know how it is when I miss Bob ... when he's been off on a business
trip, for example."

"You kids have been married for less than six months," Betty said, her
voice rising somewhat. "But I'll confess that I never get used to it
either."

Shirley gave Betty a warm-eyed smile, and drew her chair up closer to
her and leaned across the coffee table. She ran one of her fingers in
an almost conscious gesture across the large smoothly uplifting rise of
her breasts, finally settling her hand on the tanned flatness of her
belly.

"Speaking woman to woman," Shirley said with a candid look. "There are
ways of satisfying yourself without hurting yourself or your husband."

"I - I don't know what you mean," Betty blurted out, feeling herself
blush openly for the third time that day. "Kent is a very attentive
husband-when he's home-and I really am quite satisfied with our
relationship."

The conversation was taking an intimate turn that made Betty
uncomfortable again. She took a large gulp from her Scotch and
discovered to her surprise that she had finished all of it. Shirley
must be trying to appear liberal and modern, she concluded, and it
rather irritated her to be lectured about sex by a woman five years
younger than she was. Still, she thought she knew what Shirley was
talking about, and was frankly quite interested in hearing more. Before
she had been married, she had given way to her sensual urges by
massaging her nipples and touching herself down between her legs, but
she had always felt terribly guilty afterwards. She had never heard any
other woman openly admit that she had done it-either before or after
marriage, and her own problems with Kent and the needs of her body that
she had been made acutely aware of during the last few weeks were too
great for her to deny Shirley the opportunity to talk more about it.

"Doesn't it bother Bob, that you, uh, try to satisfy yourself that
way?" she asked obliquely, surprised to find her gaze cast at the tight
fit of Bob's swim suit and the muscular stretch of his thighs as he
bent over the grill behind Shirley.

"Not at all," Shirley said brightly. "As a matter of fact, it's quite
the opposite."

"Well, I'm glad," Betty laughed, almost giddily. "I think I'll make
myself another drink. It looks like Bob will be working over those
steaks for a few minutes."

The sun had set below the gentle rise of hills behind the house by the
time the steaks and green salad and potatoes that had been cooked in
aluminum foil over the charcoal coals sat before the three in-laws at
the dinner table. After her three drinks, Betty felt considerably more
relaxed. It seemed that she had been needlessly uneasy with Bob and
Shirley earlier, and now that Bob had shown himself quite helpful as
chef and Shirley had demonstrated a genuine interest in her
relationship with Kent, she felt a tingle of warmth for the young
couple. They were happily married, and perhaps their open show of
sensual appetite that afternoon merely demonstrated this. It was dark
by the time they had finished eating and the plates had been cleared
from the patio. The sky was lit with a sparkling of stars that vaguely
illuminated the three faces that were occasionally brightened by the
ember of a cigarette.

"Bob," Shirley's soft voice interrupted a long silence. "I think we've
got an absolutely gorgeous sister-in-law. You two would make a
beautiful couple with your matching blonde hair."

Through the shadows Betty could make out Bob pushing forward in his
chair. His hand darted to the plane of his wife's knee, then his
darkened face turned toward Betty. "No need to break us up, honey. I
could handle the both of you," he chuckled dreamily and sank back in
his chair. "A blonde and a brunette. One on each side!"

Then he was silent again. This is so odd, Betty shivered with fear as
she had done earlier. I have been with these people for six hours and
my feelings have already changed towards them twice. She tried to force
the next thought out of her mind, fearing that she had let her
confidence in Shirley go too far; had she put too much trust in the
woman, and had she been wise to express her true feelings about her
loneliness honestly? In her preoccupation she hadn't noticed Shirley's
hand move from the upper part of his thigh and play over the again
slightly rising bulge of his bathing trunks. Had she seen correctly?

Then she saw the hand move again. Shirley shifted her leg slightly and
the man's hand slid across the girl's hip that was barely visible lying
outstretched to the side of the lounge chair. At first, Betty had
thought the hand on Bob's loins might have been a casual slip, but it
remained there, and as her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she
could see the fingers squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to
provoke him into further hardness.

Betty lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair. She could see a
repeat of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only
this time it looked like the couple were far more serious in their
intentions. If she got up now and went into the living room it would be
only too obvious why she had left, so she decided to stay for a moment
and finish her cigarette. If she could only keep her eyes off the
couple who sat just a few feet away from her! Their bodies were like
magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer and pulling her eyes to
the movement of their thighs and hands as they touched each other.
Despite her resolve, she discovered her own nipples hardening beneath
the tightly stretching nylon of the bra that pressed down on her full
smoothly rounded breasts. She shifted in her seat, hoping the warming
sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled
lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made
her increasingly uncomfortable. God, it had to stop! The couple was
completely oblivious to anything but themselves, and in a moment, she
knew they would be engaged in something far more serious than petting
in front of her.

"I think I'll go inside and make some coffee," she said lightly and
stood up, fluffing back her honey-blonde hair that had fallen loosely
across her breasts. "I'll let you love-birds stay out here until it
gets too chilly. The coffee will be perking on the stove when you come
in."

She looked down at Bob and Shirley still embraced, their hands
continuing to wander in sensuous little circles across one another's
bodies. Their indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the
odd feeling of being a complete stranger in her own backyard. As she
turned to leave, she glimpsed Bob press his face against Shirley's
cheek. The moon had risen over the trees that rose up behind the
swimming pool and a bright arc of light flowed across the gleaming
flagstone patio. Bob's mouth moved closer to Shirley's moist full lips,
and suddenly he kissed her. The wetly sucking sound of the girl
receiving his tongue seemed to reverberate across the yard. A kiss,
innocent enough between two newlyweds, Betty thought to herself as she
reentered the kitchen, but somehow it had a deeper significance. What
was happening to her? Why did such trivial things make such an
impression on her consciousness?

She set the electric coffee percolator on the counter and lit another
cigarette. Then she went to the pantry and lifted a cup and saucer from
a cupboard. She paused, her mind abstracted again, and set the crockery
back on the closet shelf. What she needed now was another drink. Her
nerves were on edge, and maybe another glass of Scotch would be
helpful. Kent wouldn't be home until quite late-if at all-and she had
to have something to dampen that insatiable burning that seemed to
erupt inside her belly from time to time. During the first two years of
their marriage Kent had been a tender and attentive lover despite the
fact that she had been far from the responsive woman in bed she knew
she should have been. But during the last few months he had grown
increasingly distracted with his job. At least, she thought it had been
his growing responsibilities with the corporation that had forced him
to stay up nights in his office or their den mulling over contracts.
But there had been other signs that indicated that his preoccupation
was caused by more than business problems. About a year ago, he began
returning from work quite late in the evenings and a few times, without
previous warning, he didn't return until morning. They'd had some
heated discussions about his prolonged absences, but she'd always tried
to avoid turning those slight arguments into full-blown fights. The
question in the back of her mind that she scarcely was able to ask
herself was whether he was involved in something - she couldn't really
admit to herself that Kent just might be having an affair with another
woman.

"Oh, stop it, Bob, not out here," she heard Shirley's voice ring out
from the backyard. "Don't touch me like that! It drives me crazy."

She rose from the table again, this time not merely irritated with Bob
and Shirley, but plainly angry. She could hear the faint creak of
lounge chairs as their bodies must have been shifting onto one another.
The sound came floating through the thick shrubbery and echoed with
astounding clarity in the kitchen. What was he doing to her that she
should make such an obviously half-hearted protest?"

"Oh, not again, ooooh, that tickles," she heard Shirley's voice cry
out, deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of
pleasure. "Don't be such an anxious boy ... Oh, oh, no, not again!"

Betty stood up at the window and pulled open the blinds. The oblong
light from the kitchen shone out across a line of low trimmed bushes
backing the patio and reflected off the coffee table in front of the
couple. She could see Shirley seated on Bob's lap and in the half-
darkness it looked as though the girl had her bikini top pulled
partially down. Yes, there was no doubt about the fact that two white
melon shaped mounds of her breasts were exposed, and she could see
Bob's hands running across them, his fingers circling the wide pink
aureoles and the stiffly pointing nipples. She pulled away from the
window and her shadow cut across the rectangle of light. They were
still now. They certainly had seen her and would stop this disgusting
exhibition.

"Ohhhhh, God, Bob," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft
feminine voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by a scraping of
the lounge chair against the stones of the patio. "There you go again.
Oh, now stop it! We can't do anything about it 'til after dinner!"

And then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing laughter that sent
shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions and, strangely enough,
quivers of sympathetic pleasure racing through Betty's abdomen and into
the soft-downed "V" of her vaginal area. She thought for a moment about
how Shirley had spoken of the way she satisfied herself when she got
into a state similar to the one Betty was in now. But her anger at the
couple for making such a demonstration of themselves squelched any
desire to indulge herself in such a way-her guilt would be too great.
God, even now she felt ashamed of herself for getting excited over the
young couple's love-play. She heard the clink of glasses and the splash
of liquor being carelessly poured; then Bob's voice rang out: "Betty,
baby, we need a real woman to liven things up. Shirley here doesn't
want to put out for me!"

"That's your problem," Betty called out gaily through the back windows
but inside she was shuddering. Thank God it was too dark now for the
neighbors to see anything, and she doubted if the voice would carry
that far.

She pulled down the blinds, shut off the kitchen light and went into
the living room. Her uneasiness with the young in-laws had returned,
and her fear of them gave her a strength in resisting their overly-
familiar teasing of her that she didn't have before. She flicked on the
lamp next to the couch and sat down. At least, she had the benefits of
Kent's job which brought in a considerable sum of money, and even
though she knew she was being a bit selfish, she felt a sense of pride
in the belongings they had acquired through the last few years. The
stereo-color TV ensemble facing her from the dark walnut paneling
across the room testified to this, as did the gaily-designed Persian
rug, and precious Steuben glass ornaments that adorned their imposing
mantle-piece. Some of these things were symbols of their prosperity,
such as the swimming pool and the collection of paintings they were
beginning to collect-she especially like some of the modern ones-and
yet they were comforts, not really to be thought of as luxuries when
you came down to it.

She finished off the drink she had brought with her from the kitchen
and set it down carefully on a coaster on an end table. The tension of
the afternoon and evening had made her tired, and she decided to go to
bed before Shirley and Bob came in. She walked to the vestibule and
locked the front door, then walked through the family-room porch off
the living room, glancing up at Bob and Shirley still outside.

"I'm locking this door, but you can come in through the kitchen," she
announced.

"Kent must be some kind of nut to leave such a gorgeous creature as you
alone these sexy summer nights," Bob sighed at her lit-up figure, and
Betty thought she could see him shaking his head dramatically.

"Well, he has lots of work to do," Betty mumbled back dispiritedly
behind the door. "Otherwise, he'd certainly be here for your first day
with us ... I'm locking the door."

"Good, and before you do that you come out and skinny dip with us," Bob
teased across the lawn.

"Yeah, c'mon, Betty," Shirley cut in giggling. "Let's give him a
thrill."

"I don't want to get my hair wet," Betty heard her voice croak back
inanely.

Bob persisted. "Look you get too lonesome tonight, Betty, just knock on
the guest room and climb in bed with us, right, Shirley?"

"Okay ... why not?" Shirley laughed.

Betty managed to laugh too, but quickly locked the door and hurried
back to the living room. She shut the door of her bedroom just as the
sounds of Shirley and Bob entering the kitchen disturbed the peaceful
silence of the house. Bob was laughing and Shirley's high feminine
squeal of delight seemed to follow him. They must be at the liquor
cabinet now, Betty thought with sudden contempt. Well, let them drink;
what she needed was a good night's sleep.

She undressed in the pale, amber light from the nightstand lamp and
stood looking at herself briefly in the full-length mirror on the
closet door, feeling an unguarded pride in her perfectly formed body as
seen in the diffused glow. Sometimes she felt so old inside, yet the
proof of her voluptuous youth could be seen in the fresh bloom of her
firmly rounding breasts with their lush pink aureoles and in the subtle
curve of her hour-glass waist that flowed as in an artist's careful
line down to the taut girlish curve of her full swelling thighs. She
put on the long white nightgown that she wore only seldom- strangely,
on occasions like this when she was feeling lonely without Kent-and
then switched off the lamp and slid beneath the covers of the huge,
king-sized bed.

She lay there for awhile, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling,
thinking of Bob and of what she had witnessed between Shirley and him,
the brazen little bitch, that afternoon. Bitch. The word almost hung on
her lips, and she wondered why she was venting her anger at Shirley
alone. Was she jealous of her brother-in-law's wife? No, she was
sincerely angry, she thought, for what the young woman had provoked him
into doing. Yet, when her conscience relaxed she found herself thinking
of her husband's younger brother, trying to remember how he looked in
those tight fitting bathing trunks-the way he had bent over the girl
and how his buttocks stretched the skin-close cotton material. Oddly,
Betty found herself trying to picture Bob making love, trying to see in
her mind's eyes his erect cock throbbing with desire and his handsome
face contorted in passion. But then waves of shame washed over her and
she thought, Oh god, I mustn't even think such wicked things, not about
Bob, not about my own husband's brother!

She lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into
a blank. Silence again. Whatever had been happening in the kitchen had
taken a quiet turn and she felt grateful for this. But as she drifted
off random thoughts flickered through her consciousness; thoughts that
in her waking hours would never have come to her, yet now sent a warm
sensual feeling through her entire being ... his cock, she thought ...
I wonder what it's like ... what it feels like ... I've never had one
inside me except Kent's ... and Kent too has a lovely cock ... and then
she felt herself falling off to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her,
her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.

* * *


Later, Betty awoke with a sudden start. Sounds, faint and
unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her
instantly alert. She sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets down her
legs, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped and she
wondered if she just hadn't been awakened from a nightmare. What was
happening to her? She remembered falling asleep, trying to reject those
lewd ideas that had been provoked by Kent's absence and her in-law's
provocative behavior. Then whispering voices began again, as though
coming from a great distance, somewhere in the living room, but it
seemed farther off than that. She glanced at the luminous dial of her
watch that she had set on the bed-stand. One o'clock. Quite awhile
since she'd gone to bed.

She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across
the thick carpet to the bedroom door. She reached to the switch for the
air-conditioning and turned it off, but no new sounds appeared. Slowly,
with a care that was really unnecessary, she turned the knob and
slipped quietly out into the hallway. The sounds had started again and
were more pronounced now, and she had no difficulty telling that they
were coming from the direction of the living room. Her mind was still
numbed from the deep sleep she had awakened from and she had trouble
focusing her mind on what she should do. A low animal-like grunt told
her the obvious: Shirley and Bob had continued what they had begun on
the patio a few hours before.

Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the
side of the threshold to the living room. "Mmmmmm," the sound lolled
out from a woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in
almost rapid succession. "Ohhhhh, God, yes, yesssss," Bob's voice
breathed low and impassioned.

Betty stood stock still, indecisive as to whether she should leave or
stay. They had been drawing her into this, especially that little whore
Shirley, all afternoon. She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were
doing to each other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to
involuntarily witness it.

"Bob, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it,"
Shirley's voice murmured. "And it tastes so good, round and hard in my
mouth. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it."

Betty recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat.
Had she heard correctly? She had known people did such things but she
had always pushed the disgusting thought from her mind as something too
low to even think about.

"Now hold it in your hand, baby," she heard Bob's voice say, low and
moaning. "Jerk it with your fingers, yeah, oh yeah, that's good."

Suddenly, Betty heard Shirley's voice let out a tart laugh that slowly
turned into a kind of gurgle. God, what was she doing now, her mind
raced.

"Tell me you want me to suck it, tell me again," she heard Shirley
tease.

"I said suck it, fuck it with your mouth," Bob's voice became more
insistent. "Ooooooh, mmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue. Swirl your
tongue around it like you always do."

"Mmmmmmgh," the wet lapping-sucking sounds started low and then became
more and more violent.

"Now raise your ass up," she heard Bob's voice command in the
viciousness of passion. "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours,
let me fuck you with my fingers ... Oh baby, loosen your lips and let
me slide my prick in farther, I want to push it down your throat," he
blurted out, and Betty bent back, her legs feeling slack, but her mind
startlingly alert to the sounds of lust that continued unceasingly.
"When I cum I want you to drink it, do you hear, suck it and drink it."

Betty felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she
wasn't. She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as
though she had been bolted there. Weird lewd images floated through her
mind, almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen
asleep a few hours earlier, but now it was actually happening! He was
putting his cock inside Shirley's full-lipped mouth and she must be
moving her lips up and down on the hotly throbbing head of his prick,
sucking on it, the words blazed in flaming print across her
consciousness. She had to leave, there was no question of staying here
any longer, but she could not. She stood limply, her long blonde hair
cascading over the front of her transparent nightgown and suffered with
the image of that long thick cock plunging into the young girl's wetly
ovalled mouth, her long black hair tumbling over his tanned lean-
muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading hands
...

"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"

Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips
and another short groan before momentary silence.

"I've been neglected," came the short curt remark from Shirley's lips.
Then she purred: "My little pussy needs some attention too. Do you want
to suck my cunt?"

"Yes! Oh yes!"

"Then here it is. Isn't it lovely? It feels good from when you touched
it, but I want you to lick it."

"I'll put my tongue down like this ... how is this, I'll suck your clit
first."

"Yes, lick ... suck my little clit, Oh, Oh, God, you can fuck me with
your tongue, God, you lick ... your tongue feels gorgeous," the girl
crooned, and then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.

Betty's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they
could hear it across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her
breast as though to dull the sound. But it didn't stop, it lurched on
accompanying the soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her
brother-in-law's cock. Oh Lord, it was awful! She was hypnotized by the
lewd wet sound of lips on flesh, and she gradually found herself losing
control of her consciousness. It was almost as though her whole being
was palpitating in unison with the couple; and she was moving off away
from her own body and watching horrified as she lurched into the first
warming tremblings of arousal that began seething around deep in her
groin.

"Oh, my darling ... oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy
... G-God, it feels so GGoooooooodddd."

Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first
few words Bob emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a
sibilant whisper: "Baby, let's fuck. I want to fuck ... you ... right
now ... I want my cock in your hot pussy."

"Say it again," Shirley mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me ... say it
and make my cunt jump!"

"I-I, I'm going to fuck you. That's it, open your legs wide, here, I'm
coming in. Oooooo."

"Yes, oh you feel so BIG, it feels so goddam good, Bob. Fuck, oh fuck
me, fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck my cunt like you never fucked it before."

Betty could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now
beneath the softly falling folds of the white nightgown. Down below she
could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she
pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against
the cool wallpaper. But the feeling was not stopped. Nothing was clear
to her, she understood nothing-she could not stop that warmly quivering
sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she
would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes, even Shirley
had suggested it-but God! never like this while they were doing these
vile things to each other only a few feet away.

As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the
tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly
trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them
until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white
quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her
perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides and across
her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair.
God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth, and up and down
over the silky material. She could feel her own moistly throbbing
vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her fingers, and
she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own
personal pleasure with each flick. She could feel the wetness trickle
warmly down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed
pussy-and she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then
lifted up the hem of the material in her hands and held it clasped
against the hallway wall as she touched her now nakedly exposed cunt
directly with her middle finger.

The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as
her brother-in-law and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in
wild throes of pleasure. Fucking, that was what they were doing, the
salacious thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she
finger-fucked herself. She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-
lined lips of her open cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond
being wrong, but patently evil in her own world of puritan values. But
she moved her feet farther apart on the floor and pressed her fingers
harder, her middle finger pressing teasingly into the moist open slit,
and she could feel her cuntal passage expanding; her finger was a cock,
she thought, not Kent's now, but Bob's, and she was doing what they had
talked about this evening. The obscene thought struck her that perhaps
they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the dreadful urge to
run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced bodies a
few yards beyond her and fuck with them. But she didn't.

The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger.
She inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming
her buttocks back and forth down over them as though they were the wild
plungings of her husband's brother's warmly throbbing prick. The squeak
of the springs on the couch became more violent, and she thrust her
fingers more desperately into the moistness of her vagina in time to
the maddening rhythm of the couple fucking in the next room. The
thought that NO, this was horrible, she should stop, again floated
through her consciousness- it had been this that Shirley had suggested
earlier that afternoon-yet a lewd delight coursed through her that she
was doing what Shirley and Bob had known she would do, and she stroked
her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.

"Yes, oh yes!" Shirley panted. "Every bit of it, lover ... I want you
to jam your cock all the way in me. Clear up to my throat!"

Betty could see, as through second vision, Bob's huge thickly
glistening cock ramming its way into her new sister-in-law's hotly
sucking cunt, sinking through the softly waving pubic hair like a
greased telephone pole. Her hands became that pole-and her gasps began
to match that of the wildly fucking couple in the next room. She wanted
everything that Shirley was getting, she wanted to be fucked and
fucked, and her belly filled to the bursting with hot male cum.

"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh
smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Betty let herself slide down to
her knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway. Now,
her face pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire
body was exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly
steaming cunt and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy. Her body
was like an expanding balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the
carpet below her was the hair on Bob's strong masculine chest. The
wetly sluicing sound of "squish ... squish-squish," became clearly
discernible to Betty as her hand thrust and ground around up in the
slickly sucking flesh. Now she was arched up over the carpet, skewering
her finger in through the moistly flowering lips of her cunt from
behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples brushing
sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body.

"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cockkkkkk!" she heard Shirley cry
out between heavily panting groans of ecstasy. "Fuck ... me ... good
... move your cock in me that way ... yes, God, Bob, you feel so
goooooddd, ahhh ... in deeper, oh yes."

Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Betty's groin and into her
rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Bob grinding his smoothly
gyrating buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs
of that little bitch, Shirley. But Betty was that bitch, and her cunt
was now Shirley's cunt. Oh, it was too much! Her face turned crimson,
her eyes clouded over with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an
inward explosion that had lain smoldering and dormant for months, but
now had been completely ignited like a time bomb.

"Like this ... is ... this ... what you mean ... fuck like ...
thiiiiis!"

"Oh, oh, arrrrrgh," Shirley groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the
final throes of building lust. "Fuck me harder, haaaaarder, Oh, I love
you, I love the way you screw me. Oh god ... Screeeeeeew meeeee!!!"

Betty heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees
pressed down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering
down between her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster.
Her whole body began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent
nightgown waved over her upper torso, inching up to the long streams of
honey-blonde hair that spilled over her head and onto the carpet. Then,
sudden quick white gushes of hot cum juices began sluicing from around
her rummaging fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet
below. It had begun slowly but now picked up its wanton momentum like a
raging storm as the other two fucked into each other with mounting
fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and unintelligible
obscenities.

"Yes ... Oh, Bob ... cumming, I'm cummmminnng," Shirley's voice rippled
through the dark.

"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too, Goddddddd, arrrrgh," his piercing
scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan
signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her
own.

In one final lurch, Betty arched up over the carpet, her fingers still
rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt.
Then the feeling subsided. She stayed panting heavily on her hands and
knees for awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back
behind her in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her
fingers from her still warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks
of orgasm had stilled her body. At last she heard the couple rise from
the couch and, still breathing heavily, move into the kitchen at the
opposite side of the house. Her fingers slithered wetly from her
satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself up, holding her hands to the
wall for a moment.

Then, her passion spent, reality came back to her with a sickening
jolt. In a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done,
she yanked her disordered nightie down over her sides and across her
still erect nipples, almost tearing it. Then, in an almost drunken
stagger, she made her way back to her room and pulled open the window.
She stood trembling in front of the fresh night air for a long moment
and then fell into bed. She lay awake for awhile, unable to gather her
thoughts as a warm summer breeze blew through the bedroom window,
billowing out the curtains and softly caressing her exhausted body as
later, she fell into a deep, but troubled sleep.


Chapter 2


A gentle early morning breeze blew in the half-open window of Betty and
Kent Howard's bedroom. The brilliant sun streamed through the opened
curtains, casting a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet. It flooded
over the bed where the couple still lay in deep slumber.

Betty awoke slowly. She squinted her eyes and raised her arm over her
forehead as a shield, then turned to her side on the bed in an attempt
to escape the glittering yellow light. Her arm curled around her
husband's naked waist, her fingers trailing through the hair on his
flat firm stomach.

Kent is home, she thought with a start. He must have come in during the
night and I didn't even hear him.

Her eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of her husband's
shoulder. She opened her eyes completely, rolling over on her back, and
glanced at his sleeping form. His face was buried between uplifted
muscular arms, leaving visible only a chock of thick black hair. His
strong inner sinews strained from upraised arms through round muscular
shoulders and over his tanned hardened back barely covered by the
sheet. Betty readjusted the loosely slipping thin strap of her white
diaphanous nightgown back over her shoulder and sighed with
displeasure. Kent had forgotten to wear his pajamas again though she
had told him it ran up laundry bills. Especially when he drank, because
he sweated so much. She could tell he had been drinking again by the
loud jagged snores that shook periodically through his otherwise
perfect, almost statue-like body.

She pressed her head back into the pillow and her green eyes blinked
painfully through the sunlight at the ceiling. She wasn't so sure now
that she wanted to wake up. Not if it meant facing the sad worrisome
thoughts that were already lumbering through her heavy stupor. She
turned on her side, a sense of anger growing in her chest, and once
again studied her husband's methodically heaving back.

A deeper fear underlay her irritability. Where was Kent last night? The
question throbbed persistently through her brain. Kent's new job at IHT
Marketing was a demanding one and his ability to meet its challenges
had brought them worldly success. But IHT just didn't require that its
men work 'til three of four in the morning. She knew he was being
unfaithful to her! She was sure! But she couldn't ask him, and she
continued to watch his deeply breathing back, her anger mounting as he
slept peacefully while she worried. She felt like digging her nails
into his tanned skin until he woke up with a loud scream of pain. But
instead, trembling with fury, she rolled over and drew herself slowly
up on the bed.

* * *


She sat on the edge of the bed, still groggy with sleep, and slid her
feet into white satin slippers and pulled her robe over her shoulders
without putting her arms in the sleeves. She hesitated a moment, trying
to decide whether she should shower now or later. Outside the window
the Clark kids, home from school on a Saturday morning, were riding
their bikes up and down the driveway and it looked to be about nine
o'clock.

What was the window doing open in the middle of the summer? she
wondered with suspicion.

Suddenly the events of the previous evening ... the overheard
debauchery between Bob, her brother-in-law, and Shirley, his new young
wife, after she had turned off the air-conditioning, her own disgusting
fingering of her vagina ... came back to her with all the painful
abruptness of an electric shock, filling her brain with an overwhelming
shame and humiliation, and she raced to the window and slammed the
frame closed with a loud force that seemed to reverberate through the
entire house, causing Kent to mumble and pull the pillow over his head.
He had been so intoxicated he hadn't even noticed the air-conditioning
was off, she thought with a feeling of dismay. But her own degeneracy
was much worse, almost unspeakable, she shuddered. She stepped to the
window and drew the heavy drapes closed with a jerk, enveloping the
room in darkness, then dressed as quickly as she could and hurried to
the kitchen with tears brimming her eyes.

"Oh!" she started as she walked into the kitchen to find Bob drinking a
cup of coffee over the sink.

"Good morning Sister-in-law," he choked in surprise, then turned and
leaned his back against the sink. His eyes glittered with amusement
above the cup as he took another sip of coffee.

"Oh ... I thought everyone was still sleeping," Betty said in an
embarrassed rush.

"Not me," he finished off the coffee and set the cup and saucer in the
sink. "I'm going to paint my new apartment."

He smiled at her, and once again Betty experienced the strange feeling
of being ill at ease in familiar territory, this time her own kitchen.
She couldn't for the life of her remember what she had intended to do
when she rushed into the room. She looked at her handsome brother-in-
law: yes, he was dressed in old jeans and a sweatshirt suitable for
painting. She knew she looked flustered and she moved quickly to the
stove, but his eyes followed her. She could feel them traveling a slow
burning path up her firmly molded thighs and the smoothly rounded
outline of her buttocks as she stood facing the stove, and a blush
began tingling warmly along her hairline.

"You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly behind her. "Maybe
too good for a sister-in-law."

Betty reached for a copper pot and headed for the sink. "Thank you,"
she said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her. "You look
well also. And Shirley is a real beauty."

She came to a start in front of the sink hoping he hadn't caught the
unconscious sarcasm in her voice. God, what was the matter with her?
Everything seemed to be falling apart and she was losing control of her
own emotions. "She has lovely hair," she tried to add in a more
enthusiastic tone. "She's so tiny. She reminds me of a little doll."

God, there it was again, that ugly note of bitterness and resentment,
she thought guiltily, and poured just enough water from the tap for a
cup of coffee. Yes, what she needed now was a cup of coffee, and at
this rate it would have to be "instant", or she would break out in
helpless crying. But he didn't seem to notice at all. She wouldn't look
at him, but she could hear him open a cupboard door on the other side
of the kitchen, taking out a cup and saucer for her.

"Yup," he said goodnaturedly enough. "I'm already going crazy over the
idea of being alone with two lovely young women in the house."

"Well, you're not alone," Betty said in a more confident voice and
leaned against the stove, smiling at him for the first time.

"Kent?" he said and shrugged his shoulders. "I heard what time he came
in this morning. That's no competition."

"I'm sure he thinks he is," Betty blurted out. Then the flood of tears
she had been holding back all morning broke through as though a wall
had given on a dike. In one quick moment, Bob had crossed the room and
wrapped his arms around her heaving shoulders. She pulled away at
first, but the touch of his hand sympathetically patting her blonde
hair sent her into renewed bursts of sobbing. She didn't know what had
gotten hold of her but she still felt uneasy with him pressing his warm
body close to hers.

"I-I don't think you're such a nice person as you used to be, Bob," she
choked. "Or you wouldn't joke so lightly about such things ... and you
wouldn't criticize your brother."

"Oh, gosh, Betty, I'm sorry," he said, and stroked her shoulder. "You
know I admire Kent more than anyone in the world. He's my ideal. And I
wouldn't hurt you for anything ... I know I seem different, and in some
ways I have changed. But that doesn't change anything between us.
Remember those days when we were back in college and you'd tell me all
your problems and I'd tell you mine?"

"Yes," Betty smiled wanly as Bob lifted her chin in his hand. A faint
glimmer shown behind her long wettened eyelashes as she did remember.
"Well, what is your advice now?"

"It's not that easy to explain. I mean, we are young people, and we
have to be influenced by modern ideas."

"I'm not sure what you're getting at," she said curiously. Bob was
always the more reflective of the two brothers, and he had a way of
putting things that was often quite obscure. "Are you suggesting that
I'm a bit old fashioned?"

"No," he said flatly. "You aren't old fashioned, but perhaps some of
your values about marriage that you've been saddled with are."

She looked petulantly across at him and said: "Bob, I still don't
follow you exactly. You put things too abstractly sometimes, I think."

"Don't take things so seriously," he said in an even concerned voice.
"All I'm trying to say is you've got everything in the world. Relax and
enjoy it."

"You take your advice not to be serious awfully seriously," Betty
giggled suddenly.

"I guess I do!" he agreed and smiled, and she stepped away.

Still laughing, Betty walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the
tap, splashing her face with icy cold water. Behind her, she heard Bob
open the refrigerator, then a loud clicking as he popped some bread in
the toaster. She dried off her face and hands with paper towels and
turned from the sink. "OK, I will try to enjoy life," she repeated and
giggled again.

"And if you get tired of enjoying things by yourself, remember you've
got a damn good-looking brother-in-law that would be more than willing
to help you out."

"Oh, you're just impossible," Betty shook her head and opened the
refrigerator door for the butter.

"No, I've just learned," he kissed her on the cheek and drew quickly
away. "Well, I'd better get at that new apartment."

"I hope I never learn that much," Betty said dourly, but he hadn't
heard her; he was already out the door. The screen door swooshed softly
closed and she heard his footsteps shuffling across the patio before
she raced to the window to watch him jump into his sports-car. She
stepped back quickly so he wouldn't catch her in the rear view mirror
as he pulled out the drive. She pulled her toast out of the toaster,
buttered it, and sat down at the kitchen table in front of her coffee.
What was Bob talking about? she asked herself. It all seemed so
confused, and she had found herself reading significance into words
that probably hadn't been meant the way she interpreted them. First
Shirley had suggested she satisfy herself ... and even that was unclear
... then both Shirley and Bob had insinuatingly invited her to take
part-in their raucous love-plan, and now ... now Bob, of all people,
seemed to be volunteering himself as a possible lover! It was all hints
and insinuations, and she knew they didn't mean she should do any of
the wild things they kept talking about. Yet she couldn't help
wondering ... were they one of those modern couples she had read about
in magazines who freely exchanged husbands and wives to participate in
wild orgies? The idea sickened her, all the more so as the mere thought
of it sent her tummy tingling and made her realize totally what kind of
exotic pleasures they were indulging in.

She stirred uncomfortably in her chair. They must have gone very far
afield, she decided, for Bob to talk so lightly of sexual relations
between a sister-in-law and a brother-in-law. Yes, one thing was
certain and that was that Bob had changed from the reserved and
sensible young man he had been in college. His jeans and sweatshirt and
the sports car suddenly reminded her of the happy days when his
fraternity and her sorority had sponsored many social functions
together. She and Bob were in the same class and had been the same age,
but she had been in love with Kent who had graduated and already made a
big success of himself in the business world. Or, at least she had
thought she had been in love with him, she bitterly reminded herself as
her thoughts jumped back to the present and Kent's heavy drinking and
possible infidelity.

A knot formed in her throat but she swallowed it painfully as Shirley
walked into the room. Shirley had entered the kitchen just at the right
time. Betty sighed with relief and formed a thin smile, two seconds
later and there would have been the embarrassment of Shirley finding
her crying. She motioned lamely to a chair and stood up to get the girl
breakfast as she knew she must. Lord, the girl dressed like a
professional prostitute, a high-class one but still a whore. This
morning she had pulled her long dark hair back into a pony tail and her
sun dress was so short it looked more like a long blouse.

"You certainly went to bed early last night," Shirley plopped into a
kitchen chair and yawned luxuriously, stretching out her long tanned
legs for a moment and studying them with an air of casual self-
satisfaction.

"Y-yes. I-I was tired," Betty's blood froze.

"We didn't even realize you had gone to sleep. We kept hoping you'd
come back and we sat up for quite awhile waiting for you in the living
room. Just talking and generally messing around," her voice drifted off
and she bent her leg in the chair, hugging it to her chest like a small
child. The long tapering leg dropped to the floor and she chuckled
oddly as Betty's eyes caught on the brazenly exposed strip of panties.
"I can see now why Bob is so crazy about you," she smiled and added in
a level voice.

"Thank you," Betty said tartly, drawing to a close the discussion for a
moment.

The girl made no moves to help her at all, although Betty was obviously
preparing a lavish breakfast. Betty moved to the refrigerator, taking
out oranges for orange juice and bacon and eggs. She had heard Kent
stirring in the bedroom and now that he was up too, she thought, she
might as well cook one large breakfast. She hated playing the servant
to this little slut, but on the other hand it gave her something to do
and gave her an excuse not to talk with Shirley. Besides, she had to
drop by at the sewing lady's house at one o'clock, and a large meal now
might suffice for Kent's lunch since Shirley obviously wouldn't bother
to prepare one. The elderly seamstress was making a lovely formal
evening gown for her; Kent's job required that they attend so many
social functions and Betty felt it was her duty as a wife to always
have a new dress ready in case of any sudden unexpected gatherings.

Betty brought the girl coffee and she accepted it without so much as a
"thanks." Shirley sipped on it contentedly and stared silently out the
back door as though she hadn't yet woke up, indicating to Betty that
she had a lethargic disposition, if she were not downright lazy. A good
quarter of an hour passed with an unfriendly silence between the two
women, and Betty prepared bacon and eggs and squeezed out a quart of
orange juice before Shirley's soft voice again cut into her thoughts.

"Shall I go wake Kent up for you?" she said.

"Why ... no!" Betty replied and furiously scraped the scrambled eggs
into a serving bowl.

"I just thought it would be an amusing way to meet him," the girl
yawned.

"There's no need to do that," Betty said. "Why, he's already up. I
heard him in the bedroom. He'll be here any moment ... Aren't you going
to give Bob any help painting the apartment?" she heard her words rise
with a definite note of irritation in her voice.

"No. He likes to do that sort of thing," Shirley stretched her arms,
lifting her dress as high as the bottom of her panties again. "I think
I'll just loll around the swimming pool."

God, the unmitigated selfishness of the girl was astounding! Betty
thought and lifted the drained bacon piece by piece onto a platter.
There was no denying that Kent kept Betty in good style but she
certainly tried to do what she could to help him.

"Besides, I think it's best to give him some time alone," the girl went
on, chuckling in an almost lewd way, and then winked at Betty. "You've
got to give a man a little rope."

Betty's blood curdled at Shirley's presumption in giving her advice and
the intimate tone she had assumed that made Betty feel suddenly like
they were two streetwalkers exchanging cheap confidences. But Kent
stumbled into the kitchen before she had time to react and she searched
uneasily for the mood his hangover had put him in. He stood moodily at
the door in bermudas and sandals, scratching his unshaven chin before
his gaze caught on Shirley.

"Well, well, well," he exclaimed loudly and lifted his voice. "I'll be
damned! So this is my new sister-in-law!"

With one quick leap, the lethargic Shirley had crossed the room and was
spinning like a small dangling child from his neck. The two hugged and
kissed and kissed again while Betty leaned back against the counter, a
smile playing over her lips at the relatives' spontaneous affection and
the general uproar. She grinned as she felt herself slip through Kent's
gaze as he put Shirley down.

"You don't look like Bob at all," Shirley exclaimed, panting and
stepping back to look Kent all over. "Of course, I've seen some
pictures."

"Christ, and you don't look like anything Bob would pick," Kent said
and smiled thickly as he appraised his new sister-in-law with obvious
approval. "He never had any taste at all. But I guess he finally
learned something from his older brother ... I approve."

"Oh, you do?" Shirley smiled flirtatiously.

"Very strongly," Kent laughed and kissed her again. "The first thing I
thought of was a goddamn Geisha."

"I am a Geisha. I was born to please," Shirley said demurely and pulled
out a chair for Kent at the kitchen table.

"And how the hell does Bob like working for Damon Construction?" Kent
asked more out of a sense of politeness than through any real interest.

"Kent!" Shirley giggled. "Do I look like I know anything about
computers?"

The pair laughed again and sat down at the table, and Betty stood over
them, smiling again for a moment, before she began serving the
breakfast she had prepared. Now that Kent so obviously liked Shirley,
she felt relieved. He had made it clear to her what she should have
known all along: the girl was a member of the family and her
vacillating attitude towards her new sister-in-law was silly. It would
be like having a new sister, or, at least, a friend.

"Hey, aren't you going to eat, honey?" Kent interrupted her thoughts as
she stood over the table between their two chairs.

"No, I made this for the two of you. In fact, I've got to leave pronto
for the dressmaker's."

"But you've got to eat some breakfast," Kent protested grandly.

Betty smiled at his unexpected good mood. "I've had some toast. Let me
run or I'll be late. But I'll be back in three or four hours. You and
Shirley have a nice talk."

"Well, I hate to see you go," he said and slapped her buttocks
playfully as she left the room.

Betty went into the bedroom for her purse, then exited through the
sunken family-room porch that jutted into the backyard off the living
room. She walked past the pool and crossed the flagstone patio,
stopping a moment. She scratched at the screen that covered the large
window over the sink to say one last goodbye to Kent and Shirley in the
kitchen. They were already arguing good-naturedly, like brother and
sister, over a strip of bacon. Kent reached forward and Shirley swatted
his hand, causing a fork to jump off the table and clink to the floor.
Shirley bent over to pick it up, laughing gaily, and they waved happily
to Betty who hurried down the patio and under the breezeway to the
sudden damp coolness of the three-car garage. She nodded her head
fondly at their antics as she opened the door to her station wagon and
slid onto the smooth leather seat-covers. Backing out of the driveway,
she glimpsed Dan Clark bent over his lawn mower. Dan bragged about
making it big in the fertilizer business out West. But even if he had
become partially suburbanized he was still a country-bumpkin in many
ways, Betty smiled to herself.

"Nice Saturday," Betty smiled out the window at him as she turned the
car into the street.

"That it is, Betty," he said metallically, looking up from his work.
"And you got your hands full with them relatives, dontcha?"

She waved at him not answering back. Dan was always making odd cryptic
comments, but he was quite harmless so she paid little attention to
him. She drove calmly through busy Saturday morning traffic that
congested the streets between her house and the suburban North Shore
community of Potasset where Mrs. Fergusson lived. The day had started
badly and she expected it to get even worse as Kent arose hung-over and
grumpy, but it didn't. Now his unexpected good humor and the sudden
clarity with which she had seen that she must accept Shirley had
relieved her depressing confusion and fortified her for an afternoon
with sour Mrs. Fergusson.

She parked the car so she wouldn't block the driveway on the small
shady street in front of the widow's modest bungalow. She was careful
to walk up the front sidewalk rather than set foot on the grass. But,
fortunately, the acid-tongued seamstress was not looking out the window
as usual.

Betty stripped to her bra and panties while Mrs. Fergusson brought the
elegant dress from the back room, muttering her usual complaints about
Mr. Fergusson whose final act of discourtesy seemed to be dying five
years ago. Betty caught the reflection of her half-nakedness in the
mirror and thought it would be an advantage to a dressmaker not to have
a man wandering about. She felt odd enough with Mrs. Fergusson's plump
hands fluttering like small birds over her firmly curving abdomen and
waist. The woman slid the strapless gown over her head and she shivered
as the plump widow abruptly undid her bra before Betty could lift the
front of her dress to cover herself. Her large, melon-like breasts
swayed out and reflected back in the old fashioned mirror, their tiny
bud-like nipples in the center of the wide pink aureoles stiffening
from the sudden naked contact with the air. The widow's eyes gleamed
peculiarly and a tremor quivered through Betty's belly. God, she wished
the woman would hurry up with her fitting, as she made her nervous,
even though she was aware that the seamstress was merely suffering the
eccentricities of loneliness and the beginning of old age.

She broke off the fitting when the seamstress was almost finishing her
work and changed hurriedly into her street clothes, explaining that she
suddenly felt unwell and leaving the widow sputtering irritably through
the pins in her mouth. For some reason, she didn't feel quite herself.
Perhaps the tension of the last two days was catching up with her, but
Mrs. Fergusson's reaction to her naked body-that after all might just
as well have been a mannequin for the purposes of fitting-was quite
odd, she shivered to herself.

She drove directly home. Her own sharp reaction to the incident a few
moments before had been sparked by Bob and Shirley's actions the
previous night that had diverted her momentarily into her disgusting
self-abuse. But, despite the guilt, she had learned from that
experience: she needed a man to bring her to what she considered
complete satiation. She had repressed her needs for a long time but now
that she had been awakened, the passion seemed to feed off itself and
her desire increased rather than diminished. She swung the car
audaciously up the driveway and came to a halt without bothering to
park the car in the garage ... Shirley could use it for the errand she
planned to send her on.

A very long errand, she thought and grinned widely to herself as she
entered the kitchen.

The room was a surprising disorder. Before she had left, Betty had
washed the pots and pans she had used to make breakfast, but now the
dirty plates and cups still sat around the kitchen table. The bacon,
eggs, the orange juice- everything had been devoured, plus the
cantaloupe she had been saving for dessert after dinner. There were no
signs of Shirley and Kent there. She walled through the living room and
stuck her head into the silence of the back porch, then recrossed the
front room, turning towards the L-shaped hallway that ran to the
bedrooms of the long modern ranch house.

The bathroom door was open and she looked in, noticing that someone had
taken a bath. Apparently Kent, she frowned, seeing his shoes and
clothing piled in a careless heap under the sink and wondering why he
should take a bath there when he always used their bathroom off the
master bedroom. Coming out of the bathroom, she progressed a few steps
and noticed something queer in the center of the thick carpet:
Shirley's sandals. Her step quickened as she followed the trail of
Shirley's clothing now apparent down the long hallway. She stepped
quickly over Shirley's dress, bra, and then her panties and found
herself at the door of her own bedroom.

God, WHAT HAD HAPPENED? her hand curled reluctantly over the door knob
to her own room. Had there been some crime, a murder perhaps, and she
felt sickened at her own response that almost hoped it was true. WHAT
HAD THEY DONE THE MOMENT HER BACK WAS TURNED? She wanted to scream and
abruptly opened the door and then fell back against the door frame,
wild sobs of relief spilling from her eyes. There was absolutely
nothing. The sun streamed in the windows and the bed was unmade just as
Kent had left it that morning. But then, the sounds started coming ...

"OH, JESUS, DO IT AGAIN," Kent's voice suddenly floated through the
room. "LICK IT RIGHT UNDER THE RIDGE, OOOOH, THAT FEELS SO DAMNED
GOOD."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"

"Oh, God yes! Run your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

Betty's head flailed from side to side at the sound of strange
disembodied voices. OH GOD WAS SHE GOING MAD? WAS THIS NEW PASSION SHE
HAD LET ERUPT IN HER LAST NIGHT ALREADY DRIVING HER CRAZY? Her eyes
caught on the sliding glass door to the balcony and she quickly crossed
the room, her eyes sweeping frantically through the glare of the empty
sun-deck. Her heart followed her gaze down the wooden plank steps to a
small shady bower where the naked forms of Kent and Shirley tossed and
heaved on the grass. She didn't know how long she stood there too
stunned to cry. But a good deal of time had passed and she had seen
enough to last her a lifetime before she retraced her path to the car
she had left parked for Shirley in the driveway.

* * *


An hour before Kent had raised up in the full bathtub, resting his arms
on the edge as his younger brother's new young bride watched. A moment
later she stepped closer, giggling. "You're acting rather peculiar for
a brother-in-law, Kent," she said in a teasing voice.

"How's that?" he had asked innocently and flicked a puff of suds at her
that quickly evaporated, leaving a large dark circle of cloth clinging
wetly to the tip of her full left breast. His long flaccid cock quickly
engorged with blood and stiffened in the soft sudsy water. The bitch
wasn't wearing much of a bra! he thought, noting how the damply
clinging cloth displayed the round little outline of her left nipple.

"Asking me to give you a bath," she said in a falsely reprimanding
tone.

"I'll give you a bath if you'd like that better," he said and moved
threateningly, as though he were going to pull his long naked body out
of the water.

"No! No! ... Oh, all right! I guess I'll have to," she sighed in mock
irritation and bent over to the floor to pick up the bar of soap he had
thrown at her. In the process, he could see her panties slip teasingly
into the crevice of her behind, revealing the warmly tempting bottoms
of her firm moon-like buttocks.

Kent felt his cock harden even more and throb against the warm pressure
of the water while he watched her walk with nerve-wracking slowness to
the sink for a washcloth. Jesus, he had practically cum right then in
the kitchen when she had sat on his lap. Then he had pinned his chances
on the hallway bathtub, purposefully leaving the dour open.

Then ... "Hurry up, goddamn it," he yelled out as she fumbled
interminably through a stack of fresh washcloths.

"I hope my new brother-in-law's not the dirty old man type," she
teased, finally picking out a bright blue one and approaching him with
an evil gleam in her eye that seemed to penetrate right down through
thick bubbles to the hotly aching protuberance of his now fully erect
cock. "In any way," she giggled, settling her round young buttocks on
the side of the tub and letting her slim tanned thighs fall slowly
apart as she balanced herself precariously there.

"Oooh baby, you're in big trouble with your husband's big brother!" he
exclaimed and suddenly lifted his arms to her face, pulling her harshly
to him.

His tongue splurged hotly into her mouth, flicking through the moistly
clasping walls and pressurizing forcefully down the warm smooth length
of her tongue. She sucked on it, slowly drawing it down to her throat
like she was trying to pull it out of his mouth. His lips pressed
against hers, clinging there for a long moment and then the water and
her hands against his chest sent him spilling back into the tub.

"Now you've got to behave yourself," she waved an admonishing finger at
him. "So I can do my work."

"Yeah, yeah, do it, do your work," he agreed, sliding on his back down
into the water. He lifted his legs and his heavy muscular thighs broke
through the water line, dripping wet and the tendrils of thick black
hair flattened out against his tanned skin.

"Now what did you do that for?" Shirley giggled, rubbing the soap
industriously against the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.

"That's one of the parts I want you to wash real good," he grinned back
at her.

Shirley smiled to herself. Really, this brother-in-law of hers was just
too much ... once she and Bob got Betty and him started, the group of
relatives were going to have so much fun! Oh, she enjoyed the anonymous
couples they exchanged with even before they got married; but Shirley
and Kent were really attractive and besides that, it was all in the
family. She almost felt guilty about enjoying Kent all by herself, but
because of Betty's unusual prudery, it was really the only sensible
tactic. And was she going to enjoy it! she thought, lowering the soapy
cloth teasingly until it hovered just over his tensed form.

His heart pounded as the rough soapy washcloth slid onto the back of
his neck, massaging lightly through the few soaked tendrils of hair on
his back, and causing his whole torso to tingle. He shivered as the
cloth lowered and massaged warmly over the small of his back, grazing
his ass cheeks and flicking down over the tingling crevice. Shirley
smiled salaciously at the goose-bumps on his arms and turned her fully
curving upper torso until she faced his beautiful naked body more
directly.

"Do you like it?" she lifted the cloth from his back and smiled.

"God, yes!"

"Well, I'd better get to the front."

Kent's eyes narrowed in delighted disbelief at his good fortune as she
swirled the cloth over his chest, gently massaging over the outlines of
his muscles and then, motioning for him to lift his arms, tingling
smoothly down the sides of his torso. It pressed down onto his abdomen,
sliding provocatively close to his near-bursting cock, and then out
abruptly onto his warmly throbbing thighs. She lifted his legs out of
the water, washing down each one thoroughly from the top of his thighs
to the tips of his toes.

"Done," she announced.

"Not quite," he replied.

"You mean there's more?"

"Lot's more."

"I don't see anything more."

"You will," he grinned a look of smug self-satisfaction, sliding on his
back down into the water. The thickly bulging head of his warmly
pulsing cock broke through the water line as he lifted his belly
slightly upwards and the entire length of his fleshy instrument arose
slowly out of the water like some monstrous sea animal.

"Now, what is that?" Shirley giggled, absentmindedly rubbing soap
against the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.

"The part you missed," he gritted back at her through whitely shining
teeth, enjoying the widening surprise in her eyes as she took in the
stiffly jutting size of his erect cock pushing up even further above
water level.

"I don't know how I ever managed that," Shirley said.

She swallowed deeply, a little nervous and more than impressed. Bob was
so nicely built and she'd naturally expected his brother to be also,
but that cock of Kent's looked a good eight inches long as it bobbed
its reddening head above the sudsy water. She was already imagining
what it would feel like, prodding forcefully against the tightly
resisting entry to her vagina.

"It's called a cock," his slightly peevish voice cut through her
thoughts.

"Why, you don't say."

"Are you going to wash it?"

"I guess I will ... and then I may not."

Then, with a definitely increased firmness, she began forcing the cloth
down to the lower edges of his abdomen. His mouth fell open as he saw
her slender forearm disappear into the water and felt the tingling
pressure move deep between his swiftly parting thighs, then curl slowly
over the spot below his semen-bloated balls down the crevice of his
buttocks, flicking over his tightly throbbing anus.

"Forget ... the washcloth. Use your hands," he commanded and then
groaned as his jerking cock slid up the length of her forearm through
the water.

"Something touched me."

"It's my prick, you little bitch."

"I'll wash it now," she announced and dropped the cloth, working a
thick lather into her bare hands.

"Oooooooh," he moaned as her bare hand wrapped itself around the
heavily pulsating hardness and she began sliding her hand up and down
the steadily hardening shaft, slowly at first, then more rapidly in
perfectly timed strokes, causing his body to ache more than ever. He
could feel the pressure building in his balls as she rubbed the skin
slowly back and forth, giving it an extra tight little squeeze as she
pulled over the throbbing end of it on the upstroke. Then her other
hand sunk into the water and he groaned and thrust his loins forward as
she stroked his hardness between both of them at the same time, the
warm smoothness of her open palms closing firmly over the throbbing
sensitive head of his cock.

"Why, it's such a big cock," she lifted her gaze to the surrounding
violet tiles, still keeping her hands embraced warmly around it, and
said in a studious voice, "And it's getting even bigger. I can feel it
growing right in my hands!"

"Do you want me to get out of the tub?" he croaked in a broken voice at
the same time letting one of his wet hands move from the side of the
tub up to the pertly swelling nipples of her breasts that strained
tightly against the sun-dress, revealing a deep fulsome line of
cleavage as she bent over him. He tweaked through the cloth at the
nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger and she didn't jerk
away. He reached high to the bare softly undulating curves of her
breasts plumped up in the snug dress, and let his fingers dip into the
smooth creamy softness, thinking of all he had been missing in his
married life. Betty drew the shower curtain if he even entered the room
while she was in the tub.

"I think I've found something else," Shirley said in a husky voice,
letting one searching palm dip down around his balls and cradling their
immense softness. One small finger pressed onward deep between his
legs, pressing slowly down between his buttocks and wedging softly into
the tight tiny puckered ring of his anus.

"Take off your clothes," he muttered.

"Don't you want me to rub my hand up and down on it in the tub?" she
said in a mischievous voice.

"I-I want to fuck you, baby, not your hand," he gulped and dug his hand
deeper into her dress until his fingers rubbed over the small warmly
stiffening flesh of her nipples.

"Mmmmmmm," she jerked slightly toward him. "But-but you're taking a
bath."

"You take off your clothes, goddamnit," he panted deeply. "Get in here
with me."

Shirley seemed to consider it a moment and he gave the throbbing nipple
an extra vicious little squeeze, letting his eye race over the smooth
creamy fullness of her upper thighs, completely parted and splayed open
to his view now as she sat on the side of the tub.

"Uuuuuuuuh," she whispered vacantly but suddenly pulled herself out of
it. "No, now I'm going to wash the back of your legs."

"To hell with that," he said and pulled himself out of the water,
exposing his naked dripping body and long fully erect cock to her.

Shirley jumped from the side of the tub and giggled nervously at his
huge naked form, running her tongue over her lips in an unconscious
gesture as she took in the size of his enormous blood-gorged rod
sticking straight out from his wet curly haired belly like a giant ram-
rod. He stepped out of the tub and she laughed and moved backwards to
the door. "It's like a pole!" she taunted him. "A giant pole ... do you
want me to suck it?"

"Yes. God, yes!" he gasped and lurched across the bathroom. "Put my
cock in your mouth and suck it."

"Oh, Kent," she shrieked, laughing. "Don't come near me. Don't touch
me. You'll get me wet!"

Shirley pulled the half-closed bathroom door completely open and ran
out of the bathroom, Kent slightly more than an arm's reach behind her.
She flailed her arms almost comically, and turned her head quickly from
side to side as she found herself in the dead silence of the thickly
carpeted hallway, the empty formal living room staring coldly at her
from one end, the closed bedroom doors at the other. She decided
immediately on her bedroom and took off with such an abruptness that
she stepped out of her sandals in the process. Behind her, Kent
stumbled over the shoes and quickly caught up with her, pushing her
against the wall.

"Goddamn little cock-tease," he muttered, pulling back the zipper on
her sun dress and tugging at the top of it until it slipped off her
shoulders and hung from her waistline. The thin nylon strapless bra she
wore opened at the back and fell to the floor, exposing the full naked
orbs of her sensuously swaying young breasts that he immediately cupped
in his hands.

"You little cock-tease!" he said again, pushing his palms harshly
inward and squashing her breasts against her chest.

"First you've got to lick me all over before I'll do it with you," she
panted, gasping for breath, and flicked her tongue out of her mouth
obscenely.

"You mean you want me to suck your cunt?"

"Oh yes, Kent. I want you to lick and suck it good!"

"Open your legs."

"Oooooh, yeees," Shirley sighed as her dress and panties were tugged
over her full, sensuously curved hips and fell to the floor. He dropped
to his knees in front of her moistly lubricating pussy and peeling the
soft, hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs, licked wetly down the
entire length of her throbbing cunt, stopping to flick the tip of his
tongue hotly over the tiny bud-like clitoris. She quivered back against
it, screwing her smoothly rounded young buttocks in small lewd circles
around and around, encouraging his tongue to worm its way up into her
hotly throbbing vagina. He thrust it deep up into her warm cunt, tongue
fucking her slowly at first, then faster and faster, sending waves of
lewd pleasure through her belly until she suddenly jerked his head away
from her and moaned. "Stop it. Stop it, Oh God, or I'll cum all over
your face!"

He stood and pressed his naked body against hers, the hugeness of the
tight-swollen head of his cock pressed into the throbbing slit between
her widespread legs. Her forehead pressed against his chest; she was
trapped between the wall and the hard searching length of his penis in
front of her. His hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping
them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.

"Are you going ... to do the same for me now?" he panted.

Shirley looked up at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue as
though considering the situation. It was hard not to feel guilty when
her husband, Bob, wasn't around like he usually was, but after all they
had planned to seduce his brother and his wife and she did want that
big lovely cock in her mouth, to suck and lick on it, so much.

"Not in the hallway, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full
throbbing thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs. In
an almost cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail
tantalizingly down his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until
her palm curled directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole. Her
fingernails scratched lightly over the white blue-veined shaft,
stroking softly on the steadily pulsing ridge just below the thick
bulbous head and it jerked heavily at her touch.

"Oh? Damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope. "Then we'll
move to the bedroom."

Kent swung his arm around his young sister-in-law's naked waist and,
stepping over her clothing that he had scattered on the floor, led her
forcefully down the hallway. God, she was really going to suck him off!
Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those warm wet
lips would close down over his passion-strained cock. A momentary
uneasiness at their close family ties flashed through his mind, but he
reminded himself it was merely a legal bond and if Bob had married such
a hot number, well, it was his problem. Sheer habit led him to his own
bedroom, but when he faced the bed bathed in sunlight ... the bed he
shared with Betty ... he had his first real moment of hesitation. Damn
it, he cursed to himself, pushing for a solution through his sudden
fear and confusion. Then his eyes caught on the glass door to the sun
deck he and Betty never used, and he pulled Shirley out onto the
balcony. Still not satisfied with that, he moved with ever greater
urgency down the steps to the grass area beneath, a small shady strip
of yard that ran along the house, fortunately secluded from their
neighbors by high thick bushes.

"Here?" Shirley asked as he tumbled to the thick grass and spread out
on his back.

"Yes, now," he said hoarsely.

A small anticipatory whimper of delight was already coming from between
his tightened lips as he lifted his head and watched her sink to her
knees and draw herself up between his thighs. Her naked body hovered
over his parting legs and then she lowered her head until her face was
mere inches from his firmly throbbing cockhead. He could feel her soft
warm breath grazing over his abdomen and her hair, blue-black in the
sunlight, spilling over his thighs onto the grass. She gripped his long
burgeoning cock tightly between her hands, pulling on it slightly
between both of her palms as she adjusted it below her face. She dipped
her head and her warm pink tongue darted forward, flicking lightly over
the thin, semen-seeping opening.

"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the
warm moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted
butter down over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.

He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the
rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head. The thick rod of flesh was
sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening
lips into the wet saliva at the back of her throat. Kent groaned and
undulated his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward
again until she set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it
withdraw but leaving the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so
up inside the warm wet cavern.

"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lipsticked lips tightened around his
hardness and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm
moistness of the rubbery blood-inflated head.

Her tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the
head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it.
He bent his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one
of his hands tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other
fondling her sensuously swaying breasts. He made a hard thrust forward
and almost all of his long thick prick disappeared until only a little
stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her
rapidly working lips. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded
obscenely on the instroke. He withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her
lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his warmly
tingling cock as though held there by invisible fingers. Her breasts
jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping torso, one of them lifting
and falling in his hand and adding to the lust-inciting picture.

"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her.
"Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she
breathed hotly around his cock.

"Oh, God yes! Milk your fingers over the skin. Do that too!"

He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the grass as she massaged
the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and
stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her
other hand as she continued to suck rhythmically up and down. She
increased the speed and he could feel the silky softness of her tongue
twirling faster and faster around his saliva soaked hardness at the
apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her tongue ending in a magic
flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the end. He flexed his
buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then arched his back up
off the grass to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up against her
face.

Shirley could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls
and began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of
her mouth, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting
flesh, leaving thin white trails where they had scraped the blood
beneath the surface of the skin. She reached under his buttocks and
cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. She
could hear his breath quicken and her passion began to build and build
in reaction. She was sucking on her own brother-in-law's cock, her mind
hummed, and she was doing it on her own husband's instructions! If he
wanted her to be a little whore, she would be a little whore; he wanted
her to fuck his brother, she would fuck his brother, her body burned
with the thought of being used and slavishly made to perform any
perversity her husband could think of ...

"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly
mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the
words out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her
tongue around the moist blood-inflated head.

"Yes, I've got to fuck you, you little bitch. Fuck the shit out of
you," he muttered.

She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips
withdrew with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting
cock. His hands moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly
until she fell on her back on the ground. Her brother-in-law rolled
himself full length on top of her and she twisted and squirmed,
smashing her hips against the wet hard cock pressing against her wildly
rocking belly. "Oh, you've got such a big hard cock," she whimpered
uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the warmly swelling
moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little opening.

"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet young pussy," he worked at
her hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the
thinly curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting
slightly at first so that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem
the pain.

"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood! Hurry! Fuck me now! Noooooow!" she
whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side
on the green spongy matting of grass.

She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart
still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed
plain. Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves
locked against the backs of his legs. He grasped his hard aching cock
in his hands and then Shirley felt the lips around her softly quivering
cunt slowly stretching open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for
a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure.

"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.

Kent shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it
no more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the
lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly
accepting young belly. He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his
balls slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out
in the air from the relentless onward pressure. But she responded like
a creature from his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the ground
and grinding her wetly clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering
shaft, begging for more of the cruel treatment. He could hardly contain
himself as her grunts of pleasure resounded through the thick hedges
behind them. He set up a quick rhythmic fucking motion, further incited
by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked flesh as his belly smacked
heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. It seemed
impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock up
into the warmly quivering confines of his own brother's wife's cunt and
she was loving every minute of it ... God, she was a wild woman when it
came to fucking ... he had never had anything like this before and it
took the utmost of his self-control to hold off from cumming instantly
into the softly squeezing walls of her cunt.

"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force
through the hotly pulsating passage. "Oh, fill me darling, fiiiiilll
meeee," the sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk
deep in her throat.

He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits
tightly against his heaving chest. He reached back, grabbing her ankles
and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled
up into a tight round ball of helplessness beneath him. His shoulders
pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in
that vulnerable position as he fucked heavily into her. Reaching
beneath them, he forced his hands between the grass and the full white
cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm soft flesh and pulling the gently
rotating cheeks further apart. He could feel the hot smooth walls of
her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at his aching cock,
convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness. Goddamn it,
I'm going insane, he thought. I'm going to lose my fucking mind!

Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.

"Aaaaaagh, I'm cumming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body
tossed under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.

"I'M cumming. I'm cumming too," he mumbled over and over to himself,
speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes. He could feel
the hot white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard
against her wildly gyrating upturned ass. It was his brother's wife.
But he couldn't let it stop! He was going to spurt his boiling semen
into his own sister-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to
the bursting point with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice
... and then, before he could complete the thought, he could feel it,
the pores of her cunt clasping voraciously around him and massaging his
cock to a flooding hugeness that threatened to split her womb asunder.
He could feel his breath becoming ragged and short, his cock jerking
and stiffening even larger. He could sense the sensation of hot white
cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking head and shooting up into her
like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her hotly convulsing
vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava.

"Ooooh, Ooooooh!" his body gave one last spasmodic jerk and he
collapsed on the girl, pulling on her buttocks while the huge rod
continued to throb out its completion. Torrents of white hot cum still
spewed from its head, filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy
contracting lips around the base of his cock and soaking the soft
matted pubic hair it was buried in. It seemed endless and the pulsating
head continued to beat against her cervix until it gave one last final
spasm, the last drop sucked from it. He lay still for a moment to
recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off his sister-in-
law and fell onto his back on the grass.

Shirley too lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and
panting, too weak to move in its complete satiation.

"I've got a pleasant surprise for you," she said after a long while.
Next to her, Kent lay with his eyes closed, too exhausted to even be
curious, but she went on. "We're having a little house warming at the
new apartment, the Roberts-our next door neighbors and I. Bob has to go
to Boston, poor dear, but lots of couples are coming up from the city.
Anyway, I've chosen you to be my escort."

"I'm sure Bob and Betty will be pleased about that," he said dryly
without opening his eyes.

"I wouldn't worry about that," she sighed. "Neither of them will know
about it, and if Bob finds out, I'm sure he won't care."

"Well, I don't know," Kent answered lazily. "I'll have to think about
it."

He'll come, she thought happily, as she drifted off into a light dream-
filled slumber. After the ride I just gave, he can't help it.


Chapter 3


Betty walked down the long pebbled drive toward her station wagon, a
mixture of anger and hurt setting up a wild race of thoughts in her
brain that she knew no way to stop. She hardly noticed Dan Clark
hunched below a row of hedges between their front lawns, until he
sprung up with clippers in hand and said brightly: "Ain't you and Kent
ever gonna take your summer vacation? Young kids like you got so much
t'live for. When I was in fertilizer the wife and I kept puttin' it
off. Then, as fate would have it, we grew old and it was too late. We
sold Wertham Feed & Fertilizer, came East, and I never did get that
trout-fishing trip to Wyoming."

Betty smiled weakly at her neighbor and, without responding to him, she
opened the door to the station wagon and slipped onto the plush vinyl
seats. She watched in a daze as Dan Clark disappeared behind his well-
clipped hedges, then tried to reach for her purse. She couldn't move!
She could not get herself to take her keys from her purse to turn on
the ignition! It had almost been like incest, she muttered to herself.
And, Shirley, the little bitch, had enjoyed it. She had shown such open
encouragement to Kent! Betty brushed the anguished tears from her eyes
and seized the steering wheel for support.

Finally her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys and she
fumbled with the ignition, stalling the car twice before getting it
into drive. The station wagon turned onto the tree-lined street and
lurched slowly down the block. The sky was a bright egg-shell blue with
only a few tufts of clouds scudding the broken horizon. Saturday;
sprinklers whirred on freshly cut front lawns and husbands mowed grass,
while children prepared for an afternoon on Manhasset Bay and teenagers
and wives made themselves tanned and pretty for the Saturday night
Country Club Dance. Why did all of this have to happen to her? Were her
own failings so great that she deserved to be compromised like this?
No, it was more than that! Her stomach sunk in anger and revulsion.
That whore, Shirley had planned it, knowing of Betty's problems with
Kent and had deliberately seduced her husband away from her. But Kent
was no innocent babe in the woods. His open willingness to be part of
it and even encourage the girl had shown with startling clarity what he
had been up to during the past few months. No man willingly submits so
quickly without being accustomed to that sort of thing.

Another surge of tears flooded her eyes. It became difficult to see the
road and she slowed at the intersection to Pine and Whearty Drives and
wiped her eyes again. A little girl was jumping rope on a wide sidewalk
to the right of the car, humming a bright tune to herself, and for an
instant Betty wished she was that girl; she longed for the gentle
innocence of childhood, if only for a brief moment, to take her way
from the dark tunnel of marital complications that seemed to make up
her adult life. As though tossing a coin she turned down Pine in the
direction of the north side of town and the Long Island Sound. She
would head toward the beach and find some quiet place to think out what
she should do next. She had seen too much this afternoon to solve her
problems by driving around crazily like this. But she couldn't erase
the memory of Shirley moving her wetly sucking lips up and down over
her husband's lust-hardened penis. And that expression on his face: she
had never seen anything like it when they had made love together ...
but she never would have performed an act on him like that. Shirley and
Kent had become lower than the lowest animals through the very fact
that they had consented to defile themselves like that! Fidelity.
Chastity. These were concepts she could understand, but Shirley's so-
called "new morality" was something that filled her with nothing but
inner revulsion. She supposed it was her own upbringing that had made
her less than liberal in understanding such things as adultery, yet it
was her very prudishness that had made it possible for Kent to respect
her before they were married. What had he called her a few months after
the wedding? "I may have fucked you a hundred times since we were
married, but you are still a goddamn virgin in your head." But it was
Shirley whom Betty despised most of all. It had to be all her fault!

The thought struck her in a flash as she turned down Bruckner
Boulevarde that she would go to Bob and tell him everything. He just
had to know what kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him
into-even if the facts hurt him as they were knifing into her at this
very moment. She made a foolish U-turn in the middle of the triple-
laned thoroughfare, heading towards Bellows, an exclusive North Shore
community inhabited mostly by young people who were moving into the new
rise of expensive apartments in a more rural area of Nassau County. For
a moment her mind drifted from the tragedy of the morning and she
enjoyed the view of open plots of land slowly giving onto rolling hills
and patches of evergreen forest. But, inevitably, her thoughts snapped
back, this time with a new undertone that caught her off guard.

She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her sister-in-law's
lips, the pouting and swelling of cheeks as Kent's large fleshy cock
had slipped up into her hungrily sucking mouth. Then she had seen
Shirley swirl her tongue across the opening of the inflamed member's
smooth rubbery head, and dip and swirl again below the crown, slowly
licking upward as a child might slap its tongue and suck on a red
lollipop. Oh God, the image came back and she was unable to stop it!
She had refused to do it to him so many times-and again she knew, with
increasing certainty, that his evening absences had involved him in
something more serious than heavy drinking with his county club
buddies.

She was approaching the outskirts of Bellows, and she just had to stop
these obscene thoughts! She could feel herself becoming involuntarily
excited by the warmness of her pussy and the way she instinctively
shifted her buttocks back and forth on the smooth seat cushion.
Forbidden words flickered through her consciousness as they had done
the night before -perhaps it was because she had seldom heard them and
never had said them that they had such significance to her. Words like
cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock and prick ... and a myriad of
combinations. Goddamn it, she thought, outraged at herself, this HAD TO
STOP!

She turned down Revere Lane and begun looking for the apartment. Bob
had described the place well enough and she found it without trouble. A
few blocks of bungalows done in Tudor style preceded the apartment
house. Betty saw it standing out incongruously, a white circular
building surrounded by freshly transplanted stubby-looking pines, and
she parked across the street from the complex, waiting for a moment and
trying to steady her beating heart and calm herself from the excitement
that had abruptly overtaken her moments before.

But she couldn't. She found herself pushing back on the seat and
pressing her vaginal lips into the form-fitting curves of the cushion.

"Ooooh god!" she had to talk to Bob before she went crazy. Grabbing her
purse, she leapt out of the car and walked up the pebbled path that
curved around to a side entrance of the building. Bob's name was not on
the paneled list of occupants, but he had said he was on the fourth
floor. She looked around the interior: potted plants, a nondescript
seascape painting hanging unartistically beside a large gilt-framed
mirror.

The elevator to the building was in disrepair-she rang several times
with no response-and she began the long climb up to the fourth floor.
As with the elevator, there was no answer when Betty pressed the
doorbell and knocked. But trying the knob, she discovered the bolt
unlatched and she entered.

"Bob," she called out. "Bob." Silence.

Betty looked around the living room and saw the half-painted wall, some
furniture partially unwrapped and an open suitcase of clothes set next
to the kitchen door. He certainly hadn't gotten much work accomplished
since he'd been here, she remarked silently to herself. A few dabs of
paint on the wall was hardly what she thought he'd accomplish. She
shrugged and called out again: "Bob, are you here?" Again, silence.

She turned toward the kitchen. The refrigerator was open and she could
see that he had stocked up well with beer and a bottle of mixer. Betty
slammed the refrigerator door shut, and passed through the hallway into
the bedroom suite. Here, things seemed to be a bit more in order; in
fact it looked as though he had set things up to stay the night. The
bed was made, a tasteful rug thrown down at its foot and there was a
picture ... probably a wedding portrait of him and Shirley, the immoral
little bitch. She looked closely at the color photograph and wrenched
back in shock. It was more like a wedding night picture than anything
else, with Bob's long strong-muscled body laid out on the same carpet
now thrown down at the foot of the bed, his large white fleshy cock
fully erect and the red round swollen head partially hidden in
Shirley's mouth. Shirley was bent over him, her long black hair
cascading over his groin and her full-rounded breasts touching his
stomach, one hand cradling his distended testicles and the other
wrapped about his lust-swollen shaft.

Betty turned from the picture in revulsion. Enough had happened today
to turn any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires
and thoughts!

She moved directly out of the living room and discovered an alcove
leading off to the right. It was a porch or a sort of balcony to the
apartment. She peered out alongside the patio-like floor and saw him: a
direct reflection of what she had seen in the photograph, lying
completely naked on the porch swing, a drink in hand with his head
averted across large sparsely-furnished room towards the bamboo blinds
that shut off the afternoon light. His nakedness in the flesh now and
outside the realm of the photograph or the sounds of his lovemaking
last night was startling and she drew back, not wanting to confront him
like this. His head still averted, he raised his drink lazily to his
lips and rubbed his hand on his flat tanned belly, running his fingers
carelessly down to the soft blonde pubic hair that covered his groin.
In another almost lazy movement he coursed his finger over his softened
cock that still looked huge as it was and squeezed it tentatively, then
more firmly. She watched the fleshy organ pulse out and grow in his
hand, but he let it go, stretching slightly, then settled his hand on
his thigh.

Betty shuddered nervously, and turned to leave, she was going to forget
telling him about what had gone on, but despite herself her eyes
remained fixed on his body. They drew her back, lighting on the
harmonious lines of his muscled shoulders and arms lying on his stomach
and thigh, and the half-erect blood-gorging length of his cock that
must have been six inches long in that state alone. He sipped again
from his drink and ran his hand over his relaxed thigh in another
casual movement that was provocative to Betty. She must leave, she must
go, she thought, take her station wagon and drive anywhere, perhaps to
New York. She began to understand her feelings more clearly in this
moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire. She realized she
was attracted to her own brother-in-law, but still she found no will to
exercise, to help her leave the edge of the porch. Bob lifted up one
leg and scratched his knee. The soft sac of his testicles softly
cradled on the cushion beneath his slightly flexing buttocks and she
could see the base of his long thick instrument rise up from the nest
of sparse hair surrounding it.

Suddenly, she turned decisively on to the porch and stood next to the
white stucco porch wall. He looked up at her casually.

"Betty," he smiled, his face becoming more alert and a slightly
startled expression lighting up his blue eyes. "What are you doing
here?"

"I-I came here to talk to you about something," she gasped, flushing
with embarrassment. "But, b-but I think it can wait."

"Damn! I'm sorry you caught me here like this," he forced a smile. "If
I had known you were coming ..." his voice rose in apology, and then
trailed off.

But he wasn't sorry. He couldn't be, for as he apologized, Betty still
had full view of his long thick cock and what had been a slight
erection enlarged still further. It stood out at a forty-five degree
angle, a rock-hard shaft deeply pink right up to the faint collar of
skin under the blood-swollen head.

"Christ, Betty, let me go put some swim trunks on," he said, swinging
his feet onto the floor. "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you
like this."

Betty let out a short hysterical giggle. "I-I guess I should have
called you or something before I came."

"Oh hell," he said, slapping his buttocks in a cocky assertive manner
as he faced her. "I'm your husband's brother, no? You think Kent and I
are look-alikes?"

Betty flushed and turned her face away.

"OK. I'm making you uncomfortable. Be back in a second."

He trounced past her into the living room, whistling tunelessly to
himself. "There's a bottle of booze under the swing. Some ice there,
too. Make yourself a drink and get comfortable."

She immediately took his advice and retrieved the half-empty bottle of
Scotch carefully set by a fresh tumbler and a bucket of ice, setting
the bottle on a table to the side of the swing. She hurriedly plopped
two ice cubes in the glass and poured herself a double shot,
immediately raising the cold drink to her lips. The burning liquor
taken straight had an instant calming effect on her nerves, and she
leaned back in the swing, momentarily relaxed. It was embarrassing
walking in on him like this, she thought. It was one of those awkward
human encounters everyone puts up with from time to time. But she had
had her fill of these incidents over the past two days. Bodies in lewd
copulation- poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the dark; yes,
it was like some kind of obscene nightmare. As far as Bob and Kent
being "look-alikes" ... well, in a way, it was true, despite the fact
that Bob's finely sculpted features and almost innocent aura contrasted
with his brother's rather coarse masculinity. The image of Bob's huge
erectly throbbing penis standing out as menacingly as Kent's always
did, the warmly pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in
her mind's eyes again with haunting clarity. Lord, it was gigantic! she
blushed. It must have been as big and as thick around or even larger
than Kent's! she judged, and tried to shove the thought out of her
mind. What had Bob said as he left the room? ... "I'm your husband's
brother, no?" ... But did the blood relationship excuse that open show
of intimacy?

She heard Bob rummaging in the living room. In a moment he appeared at
the door to the porch again, his loins draped in a bath towel. "I just
tied this around. Can't find my goddamn bathing suit."

Betty nodded limply. Bob picked up his half-finished drink from the
table next to her and sat down on the swing beside her. "OK Betty, what
is it?" he said abruptly and turned, looking directly into her pretty
green eyes. "You really look upset. Have you been crying?"

Betty forced a smile and tossed her head back, taking a deep breath. "I
just don't know wh-where to begin. It-it all started yesterday with you
and Shirley," she murmured, trying to gather her thoughts, and then
went on. "Let me have another minute to think. You can't understand how
important this is, Bob."

Bob lay his hand in a brotherly gesture on her knee. It felt reassuring
resting there, and it gave her the strength she really needed now. She
resolved to herself that she would not tell him that Shirley had been
unfaithful with Kent. She would simply inform him of his wife's
infidelity, which was the important thing for him at this moment. Bob
had a well-known temper, and if he knew it was Kent who had performed
that degrading adultery with Shirley, Betty was afraid that the two
brothers might come to blows.

"Now drink your Scotch, honey, and tell little brother here what's the
goddamn problem," he said with a slight note of irritability. "Is it
Kent? Troubles in the marriage department?"

"Oh God," she blurted out, her eyes welling with tears again. "It was
Shirley. She's been unfaithful to you, Bob. Yes, she's been making love
to another man," the words came in a fast stream, punctuated by quick
sobs. "I saw it. She did terrible things with him. I-I don't know how
you could stand her after all this. I saw it from the window. He was a
friend of Kent's ... But it's not him, Bob, it's Shirley. God, I can't
stand to think what she's done to you."

Bob sat up in the swing, the towel falling carelessly down his waist
and baring the pubic hairs of his groin. He clenched his hands across
his knees and clasped and unclasped his fingers in a nervous, almost
impatient gesture. "I can't follow exactly what you've said," he sighed
in slight irritation. "She's done what? Been unfaithful to me?"

"That's exactly what I said," she stated sharply, an iron resolve
asserting itself.

He pressed his palms to his forehead and bent over in apparent agony.
"That no good little ... that lousy tramp. I just can't understand it.
We've been so close. Goddamn it, just last night she'd ... Shirley ...
God, you should have seen the way she made love to me."

Betty reached for her drink and finished it off in one gulp. She could
see that this had disturbed him more than she had anticipated and she
was at odds within herself as to what she should do. Her eyes rested on
the tensed muscles of his legs just below the folds of the towel and
traveled up to his legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled
up to his crotch and then to his slightly hair-covered belly, then she
turned her gaze away.

"Good God, Betty, tell me what they did, who was it who was doing it to
her?" he slammed his fist hard on the arm rest of the swing. "Tell all
of it to me, I've got to know everything!"

Betty shifted her weight. She stretched out her long perfectly formed
legs in front of her and crossed them at her delicately curving ankles.
As her green sparkling eyes coursed to his face, his gaze now traversed
the length of her body from the smoothly cupped firmness of her large
high-set breasts down to the rounded fullness of her lushly curving
thighs.

"I-I can't. There's no reason to make things worse, to turn a knife
around in the wound," she sighed.

"But don't you understand? Not knowing what happened, who fucked that
goddamn whore makes things intolerable."

"Please, don't use that word," Betty almost shouted. "I can't stand to
hear it. I'm tired of hearing it."

"What are you saying? I'm the one who has to worry about his wife's
screwing around. Why are you acting so injured?"

"I-I just don't know!" she grasped her head in her hands.

"Tell, tell," he insisted. "Did she, did he ... uh, kiss her?" he asked
with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice. "Did he run his hands
down below, or anything?"

Betty couldn't stand it! It was horrible the way he was talking when it
was Shirley, his own wife, that he wanted her to describe. "Yes, yes,"
she moaned. "Of course, they did all those things."

Bob's face contorted in anger. He stood up, holding the towel tightly
to his waist, and poured Betty and himself another drink. "And what
else did they do, Betty?" he said in a commanding tone. "Did she put
her mouth around his ... uh, his thing-like this?"

Betty fell back in the swing amazed. Bob had reached in front of the
towel and had seized his penis that now protruded out against the front
of the tightly pulled material.

"Don't turn away, Betty," he said strongly. "You've come here to tell
me about Shirley and you leave all the important things out. For all I
know, this is just a goddamn fake story."

"Oh no, no, it isn't," she sobbed. "But, Bob, I wish it was."

He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged cock
clearly evident pressing harder against the towel. God, what was he
doing, looking down at her like this? her mind swooned. His face seemed
to take on a lewd look, his eyes turning to narrow angry slits as he
stared down at her.

"I'll tell you what I'd like to do," he said, pressing his fingers
against the bulge of his swollen prick that stood out at an obscene
angle from his body beneath the towel. "I'd like to get even with that
bitch."

Betty reached over and swallowed half her drink. She felt a light bead
of perspiration trickle down between the tingling mounds of her breasts
and settle in a tiny pool just above her navel. Her light blue summer
sweater seemed incredibly hot and that same moistly warming sensation
beneath her nylon panties that she had felt in the car began pulsating
softly in her groin.

"I-I just don't understand, Bob," she managed, biting at her quivering
lower lips.

"Don't understand," he quipped, as though he were perturbed at her
stupidity. Then he reached for the bottle of Scotch that was
practically empty and refilled the two glasses. "Good Christ, girl,
it's as plain as the nose on your face." He scooped up his drink from
the table and took a fast turn around the room. "Shirley's been out
fucking and who knows what the hell Kent's been up to!"

Betty cringed at the vile word and the way he had spat it out. "Oh God,
do ... do you have to use that horrible language, Bob? Isn't it ...
isn't it bad enough already?"

Betty had managed to find a hanky and was wiping her eyes. She was
trying to be very level-headed about the whole terrible mess, had
gotten control of her tears, but the shocking jolt of what she had seen
still didn't seem to completely sink into Bob's mind. He was angry,
yes, but that anger seemed directed more at her than at the source of
the trouble. And he was acting so strange, his thing between his legs
sticking out like an erect pendulum-and he didn't even seem concerned
about that.

"I'm sorry, Bob," she tried to ease his agitation. "But I wasn't
listening to what you said."

"I said that Shirley's not going to pull some fool thing like that and
get off without retaliation," he repeated, coming back to stand in
front of her. "Drink your drink. We both need another."

She did, willingly. Thank God for the comfort and strength that the
liquor had given her this day, she thought. Without it, she would have
probably gone completely to pieces.

"What do you intend to do, Bob?" she uttered softly, looking up at him.

He rocked back on the balls of his feet and smirked. There was
something almost sinister in his grin now, she thought, and there was
also a forceful quality that wasn't quite reassuring. He looked mean
but she thought she could bring him to an understanding of the plight
they were both in-if she could only tell him that Shirley had been
running her long licking tongue between Kent's legs, and if she could
just admit that it had been Kent's moistly throbbing cock inside Bob's
wife's hungrily sucking mouth! Then he would be less calloused in his
treatment of her and they could work things out together. The first
syllable came slow, uttered in unintelligible gasps, but finally she
spat it out.

"Oh god, Bob! It was your brother, my husband! It was Kent who did it
to her. Didn't you guess?"

Bob bolted back, forcing a look of alarm at her words. Yes, he had
finally gotten her to say it, he gloated to himself with a sense of
self-satisfaction. He couldn't help but suppress a smile at her. Was it
possible there were still such naive young girls in the world as his
sister-in-law? "Frankly, I can't believe it. Kent ... Jesus, my own
brother?"

"It happened and I didn't want to tell you, but you've been so angry
with me I felt I had to."

He sat down on the swing next to Betty. "I'll kill the bastard," he
exhaled with biting anger. "I knew he was screwing around but I didn't
think it would come to this."

Betty patted his arm softly. "Now, it's my turn to try to give you some
advice."

"How could I have been such a bastard to you when you came in? If you'd
only said ... if you'd just told me the whole story."

Betty said nothing. She sipped on her drink, finishing it, and Bob
refilled it and his own. "I just didn't think Kent could do a thing
like that to us. And I was afraid you two would get in a row over it,"
she finally conceded.

Bob watched the tanned smoothness of her firmly rounded thighs exposed
to him below her white summer skirt that had snaked up almost to the
"V" of her loins. He could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on
his upper lip as he studied their delicious fullness and it was all he
could do to keep from reaching over and pulling her down right now.
Obscene thoughts of how sweet her warmly clasping little pussy wrapped
around his cock would feel shifted through his mind.

"Well, I know of a sure way to even the score with them," he said,
inching his arm up over the back of the swing and resting his hand on
the softness of her neck.

Betty looked at him. She searched his eyes for meaning and saw
something lecherous, frightening there. "I don't think I follow you
..."

"Simple ... tit for tat ... an eye for an eye ... a wife for a wife,"
he said slowly, his tongue slipping over his lips suggestively.

Betty felt the muscles in her neck tense but she didn't pull away from
his hand. A clamminess crept the length of her spine, causing a little
shiver to pass over her. She managed finally: "Are you ... suggesting
that we ... My God! You are, aren't you?"

She took another strong gulp from the glass and set it absentmindedly
on the table. Her elbow knocked carelessly against the table and the
tumbler fell with a shattering of glass to the floor.

"Now look what you've gone and done. You got so flustered at my
suggestion that you've broken one of my new whisky tumblers," Bob
laughed and patted her good-naturedly on the shoulder.

She bent down to pick up the splintered pieces scattered in front of
the swing and, as she did, Bob clasped his hand around her chin and
drew her face to his lips. She pulled back, her lips quivering in fear,
then he pulled forward again and thrust his tongue deep into her
resisting mouth. She tried to rise up and wrench away, but she
couldn't. It was not a matter of his superior strength that was evident
in the tight grasp he now had around her shoulders and the firm clasp
of one hand on the pouted flesh of her cheeks. It was just that for
some reason she didn't want to. He kissed her again, and this time her
lips trembled softly as he splurged in his tongue, then withdrew it
slowly, sending out warm electric tingles of pleasure across her
flushed cheeks.

"No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction, and finally
drew up and slanted her heaving body against the far side of the swing.
"What in the world do you think you're doing? This is no way to solve
things. Let's be reasonable, please."

He rose from the swing and stood in front of her. Betty's mind, dazed
from the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty
focusing, but gradually what she saw began to register in her mind and
she flinched back with shock: the towel lay at his feet and his huge
fleshy monster of a cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree angle,
its giant slowly reddening head only a few inches from her face.

Betty smoothed the white pleated folds of her skirt across the tops of
her well tanned legs. Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose
hair that fell carelessly across her cheek. She tried to keep her eyes
away from him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon
the satiny bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to
his flattened waist and belly, but she couldn't. Around his buttocks
was the white band of his absent bathing trunks, accentuating his
thighs. Betty's mouth went dry and she tingled with a warmly rippling
sensuality as he shifted his weight and bent toward the table where his
drink remained half-finished.

"I don't want to tell Kent I know about this," his voice trailed off as
he faced the light-slatted blinds and turned his protruding rigid
maleness away from her. "But listen, my sweet little sister-in-law. You
and I have got to come to an agreement about it. Kent's as much a son-
of-a-bitch as Shirley's a slut. You know that."

Betty sighed audibly. He heard the light squeak of the swing when she
pushed back with her feet on the floor. He didn't like this
blackmailing sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a
confrontation with his brother, but he guessed he'd have to do it. He
could see her quivering little female body was aching to let him fuck
it; he knew by the way her eyes glazed over when she looked at his
hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning her to suck it and to let him
skewer it up into her warm little belly. He imagined Shirley hadn't had
as much difficulty with Kent who just needed a little coaxing to leap
into bed with practically any desirable woman. Last night when they had
planned their seductions, Shirley had made a wager with him, saying it
would be impossible-at least it was improbable, that she would give
into him. "Too much of a prude. She's hung up with that purity and
chastity stuff. She's too Victorian." But what Shirley didn't
understand was that a woman of her kind would do anything to keep up
pretenses, to hold up the facade of normalcy and propriety that she had
worked so hard with Kent to achieve. No, Betty didn't want her little
balloon to burst, she had too much at stake to permit that, at least at
this point in her life.

"I-I guess I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from
the swing. "But I'm so upset now. Let me have another drink, will you?"

Bob swiveled from his stance against the porch blinds and dropped an
ice cube into her glass, refilling it and handing it to her.

She drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts that
she didn't notice him coming up close to her. Suddenly she sensed his
face inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth. She
squirmed backward but he approached again, his huge cock pressing
against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen. She
couldn't deny the fascination he held in her, the almost hypnotizing
warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock
poking near her moistly widening vagina. Neither could she ignore the
fact that she was married, or forget her own strictly moralistic
background, but then she remembered what her husband had done with his
own sister-in-law. Both Bob and she were right in doing what they
pleased at this point; it was a primitive but justifiable revenge and
in the end it might also prevent a bloody brawl between the two
brothers.

"Oh yes, Bob," she suddenly whispered. "I know what you mean."

Without thinking, she lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his
hip. She felt his hand reach around to the back of her skirt, playing
with the latch and zipper over the top of her buttocks until he had
pulled it loose. It fluttered down, catching on her knees momentarily,
and she kicked it to the floor. With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her
tight-fitting blue summer sweater over her head and tossed it
carelessly onto the swing.


Chapter 4


Betty felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it
quickly faded as he moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly
sucking kisses along the smooth curve of her hairline. She was still
partially clothed in a pair of transparent nylon panties and a form-
fitting bra that covered her lusciously uplifting breasts thrusting
into the cups of his lewdly kneading hands.

Suddenly he released one hand. With an experienced snap of his fingers,
he unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully
rounded tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the
bra dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue down between the lush
cleavage and lighted his lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-
chipped hardness at his first gently nibbling suck.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down
his stomach

He moved one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad
buttocks and cupped them while he continued sucking like a milking
child on her breasts. God! those buttocks were as beautifully shaped as
her tits, the thought flooded his mind. Her body was warm and soft
against him; she lowered her face, pulling his lips from her breast and
locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive
search between their standing bodies for his rock-like hardness

He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity.
Damn, he had really gotten her going, and now all that was necessary
was to move into the bedroom and continue what they were doing in
there. "Let's get inside," he said.

She turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with passion. "Yes, we'll
go into that nice big bedroom of yours, we will, won't we?" she
breathed softly her hand still locked around his rapidly stiffening
cock.

He moved off the balcony ahead of her, walked quickly into the bedroom,
and sat down on the bed. He waited but she didn't follow. He listened
for her voice, but all he heard was the sound of youthful laughter
floating up from the large central patio below the apartment complex.
Goddamn it, she must have suddenly lost her nerve!

"Bring the ice bucket in with you when you come, will you?" he shouted
out cheerfully. "I'll get some more Scotch from the kitchen."

When he returned from the liquor cabinet, she was seated at the foot of
the bed. She looked up at him and smiled, but it was only an attempt.
She had pulled up the blinds part way and the light sliced through the
diaphanous curtains in front of them and fell in dappled lines across
the thick soft rug at her feet, making exotic patterns across her
beautifully formed legs.

"Bob, I don't know if we should go through with it," she finally said.
"I ... I was moved by you out there, but now I don't know."

Bob shrugged and stomped assertively toward the dresser. He placed the
fresh bottle of Scotch with two new tumblers on its ledge, then turned
to her: "Finish what you start, baby. Do you have an idea what brother
Kent and my little sex-kitten are doing right now?"

Betty flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her
sensuously reclining body. Christ, he just had to have her now, he
couldn't wait a moment longer! She was performing like a cock-teaser
... he couldn't blame her for acting that way, considering the
situation ... but that's exactly what she was!

He opened the liquor bottle, poured out two shots, and carried the
glasses across the rug, setting Betty's down in front of her and
dropping two fresh ice cubes into both glasses. "Drink," he commanded,
a note of exasperation tingeing his voice.

Silently, she picked up her Scotch and sipped, then set it back down on
the floor. He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her
sides in lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of
arousal that had been dampened momentarily when they had moved into the
bedroom.

Suddenly he grabbed her, not being able to resist a moment longer. He
pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her buttocks
tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling
reluctance, she kissed him warmly back. Her female odor was maddening,
a perfume he didn't recognize, but that reminded him dimly of the
freshness of spring azaleas. Her lips were soft and gave before the
harsher pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that
sent tiny chills over his skin. He moved his hand to the elastic
waistband of her white nylon panties and pulled them slowly down over
the softness of her full round buttocks and let them drop to the floor.

Then he pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips
kissing the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh. He pulled
himself over her stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly,
dipping his head to just above her softly waving curls of blonde pubic
hair.

The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Betty recoil in
sudden repugnance. "No ... no! You can't do that! It's awful! Oh God!"
Betty moaned and twisted, but Bob's heavy grip held her fast. "Please,
my husband never has ... done that to me ... please!"

"Your sister-in-law ..." he gasped. "She did it to your husband ...
it's only fair that you should have it, too," Bob answered, his eyes
feasting hungrily on the thin coral lips.

He placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs
resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips. She looked down at him hunched
there on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up
between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to
pounce on its helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage
feast. The moistly pinkening flesh of her naked vagina was presented up
to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the
mattress, watching his tongue slowly circling his lips in nervous
preparation for the ravishment about to take place.

He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the
sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was
subjecting her to now. He knew she wanted him to do it-it was only a
matter of showing some tenderness as he began. He swallowed deeply as
his thumbs pressured slowly outward and her secret cavern flowered open
to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft
inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a
slight moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on
the soft inner flesh of her thighs. His mouth opened wide as he dropped
his head closer to the moistly glistening mound. Then he buried the
full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly
throbbing vaginal walls.

"Oh God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to
pull him closer to her secret genitals. "What are you doing to me?"

Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.

The tongue swiped once more, this time burrowing against the softly
tingling bud of her clitoris. She ground back her buttocks in uncertain
response and he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling
around the steadily moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris
and then exploring the silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly
flicking movement.

"Oh ... God ... Bob, no, please stop," but his plunging head shook
negatively, and he continued on.

She rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get
up and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to
hold his cock in her tightly squeezing hands. But now a new sensation
swept over her that she hadn't been prepared for or at least hadn't
been aware of before. Sensations that only an instant before had filled
her with an inner revulsion were now sending out tiny pulses of
pleasure through her groin ... yes, it felt good, and she was being
eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Kent had writhed in ecstasy
over Shirley's hotly devouring mouth between his legs!

Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing breasts
and slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on
either side of his lips. "Yes, Bob, you're doing it good, goooooood,"
escaped sputtering from her open mouth.

His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he
thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from
Betty whose convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of
his moving head. Bob could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his
long extended tongue as the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal
opening dilated and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to
pull it deeper within. Christ, he had her going now, his mind raged,
and there was nothing that could stop her rampaging pussy from
thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in the goddamn
world. Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping his body
between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe; his
nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris
above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now
flowing in abundance from it. It incited his already stiffening cock to
a hardness that he could no longer control-he had to fuck his older
brother's wife. God, he had to screw her now or he would explode his
cum out all over the mattress.

"Oh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands
into his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs
that were opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head.
"Yes, suck it, oh, suuuuuck!" she mewled and the cords of her neck
stood out when she pulled with all her strength against the tangled
hair of his head.

Bob could stand it no longer. He wrenched his shoulders up from between
her desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing
his hands down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for
support. She was a tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly
opening sexuality lying below him: her honey-blonde hair streamed
across her forehead and fell in gently outlining circles over her
breasts; the full lips of her mouth opened and closed gasping for
breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped while she went
through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against her
naked and exposed body.

"Oh god, why did you stop? It felt so good," Betty moaned, peering up
at him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she
didn't quite understand. "I-I never thought it would be like that,
honest, I didn't, do you know that?"

Bob remained silent. She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his
face twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad chest and
stomach to the rigid pulsating pole that stood out like a hotly
throbbing sword from the soft shadows of his groin.

"I'm going to fuck you now," her husband's younger brother panted.
"It's time we got to the real business, isn't that right, honey?"

"Oooooooh," Betty groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of
what she had just let him do to her with his tongue between her legs
sending a wave of humiliation through her body. Yet the very lewdness
of his words had excited her more, if that were possible, and she
fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean her
total surrender to him.

"Open your legs wide, Betty," he spat out with an unexpected
viciousness. "When you get this in you, you'll know what fucking is all
about."

Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Betty opened her legs
wide apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them. Bob
levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her
shoulders. He dropped one hand between their bodies taking the hard
throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, using the
thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned
her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder
as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged
edges of her moistly dilating pussy.

"Oh-oh, no," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first
harsh pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina. Yes, she
was moist down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his
lips and tongue, yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be
able to take even in her wildly excited state.

He pushed.

"Aaaaaaagh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped
through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Betty
felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless
outward pressure.

He pushed again, the blood-gorged head forcing itself into the wetly
clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm
buttocks arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly
prodding cock. Shirley had been wrong, how wrong! His hot, puritanical
little sister-in-law would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare
any moment, and his wife had said that she would be too prudish to
accept even a passing kiss! But this was too goddamn good to be true!
She was driving him out of his mind! His obscene pleasure was
heightened by the realization that he was finally getting even with his
older brother Kent who had always been at the top of the class in
school, Kent who had finally showed himself as a goddamn prodigy in
business while Bob groped along as a half-success in his older
brother's omnipresent shadow. Well, he was showing him now, he was
fucking his little wife and fucking her good!

"Oh, shove it into me, darling, screw me like that, yessss," Betty's
voice intoned involuntarily and her whole body twitched and writhed
beneath him in a reaction that had been building in her for longer than
she had realized. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd
flames of desire coursing through her veins. She had lost, and there
was nothing to do but urge him on with the lewdest words she could
think of and to enjoy her own obscene surrender to the act of adultery
as Bob's vigorously skewering cock plunged deeper and deeper into her
cunt.

He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them
around the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks,
grasping them harshly, one in each hand. God, his hands felt beautiful
cupping at her ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped
and squeezed while he fucked his heavily impaling rod deep into her
flowering cunt, pumping with increasing force until her legs on either
side of her hips were jerking and quivering with uncontrolled abandon.
And she didn't even care. She had known that he would fuck her, had
been aware of it from the moment she had walked onto the porch-yes, she
had wanted that cock that was now flicking and plunging its sperm-
inflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal passage, fucking
her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against their equally
adulterous spouses. She could feel the hard ridges of his piston-like
rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving thrusts;
the thick blood-gorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that brought
the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly
clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into
her uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his
balls down against the unprotected crevice of her anus.

"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great
distance.

"Yes, oh god, Bob, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening
slap of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater
frenzy.

"Then tell me it's better than Kent, tell me that," he demanded,
suddenly increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving instrument
through the ravished sucking walls of her cunt.

"I'll tell you anything," she moaned, "just keep on doing it. Yes, you
do it ... you fuck better than Kent ... you know how to really fuck me,
oh keep it up!"

Bob gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress. He had gotten
her to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over
the insanely thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip
and draw itself up and down the rigid length of his cock at will. He
bucked forward on her upstroke several times, driving the growing head
almost through the walls of her womb.

"I-I ... never had it so goooood," she repeated of her own volition
now.

He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating buttocks and played
teasingly with his finger at the widespread crack. Then he prodded one
finger in through the softly giving crevice, finding her warm virginal
anus ready and almost accepting his probe. She jerked back, startled at
first as he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly
puckering little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in
through the firm, elastically stretching lips.

"Aaaaagh, aaaaagh," she screamed when he thrust his finger in a quarter
inch farther and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between
heavily panting gasps from the pain in her rectum.

But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her
pussy, the pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure that she did
not want to stop. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her
anal passage from her cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of
the bottom of his cock pushing against his invading finger, his huge
male member sliding smoothly in and out in rhythmic unison with the
obscene assault at her nether passage.

"Oh god, Bob ... Fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly. "Split
me! Split me!"

Bob shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to
the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy anal
passage and Betty jerked up, her wildly undulating buttocks rising
several inches off the spongy mattress to escape the second sudden
intrusion in her backside. But Bob had timed it well and rammed his
grinding pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his cock deeper into
her cunt. There was nothing she could do to escape the kaleidoscopic
pinwheel of sensation that spun through her loins; she was hopelessly
impaled at both ends by his fingers and cock and in her sex-crazed
state of mind she could not distinguish one blurry stab of pain from
another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure. All she knew was this man,
her own husband's younger brother, was fucking her as she had never
been fucked before in her life! She wrapped her arms around his neck
and pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth
and receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that
swirled and poked at the insides of her cheeks. Then she moved her hand
down between their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the
concavity of their slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-
like sac of his semen-bloated balls. His fingers sunk mere fractions of
an inch away into her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally
brushing against her hand while she fondled and squeezed gently at his
testicles. She fingered the smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to
the base of his rapidly plunging prick, tickling at the bottom of the
round rubbery head as it slipped almost out of the soft hair-lined
folds of her cunt on the backstroke.

"Christ! What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp
gasp of pleasure.

"Darling," she gasped back. "I'm giving you as much ... as ... Oh God,
as much as you're fucking and giving me!"

She shifted her hand suddenly from the distended cup of his balls and
running it up his hips to his muscularly working buttocks thrust a
finger into his own rubberily sucking nether passage. The two lurched,
fingers jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains;
wet, sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room,
harmonizing lewdly with their mutual grunts of lust.

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as
though she were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her
soft tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back,
waving her deeply impaled buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to
side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging
and growing cock.

He lurched over her, his balls ready to explode into hot streams of
milky cum; he could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to
erupt, but he held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, and wallowed
in these last moments of engulfing pleasure. He could hear his
brother's wife's sobs coming more rhythmically and closer together, and
he felt the first trickle of her cum juice trail down from her rapidly
buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he continued his lewd finger-
fucking of her hotly clinging little rectum. Her own finger plunged
more deeply into his straining back passage, jamming it up to the
second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure
jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning
semen that was about to spew out the gaping head or his painfully
burgeoning cock.

"Oohhhhh ... ohh.. ohhhharrrrgh!" Betty chanted, her face contorted
crazily in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.

Bob grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of
his cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her
hotly milking cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot,
heavily fisting head of his organ.

"God ... Oh ... cummmmmming, I ... Cummming!" she suddenly squealed
with a high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a
death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time she
pressed her fingers fiercely into his back passage and smashed her open
abandoned mouth against his warmly sucking lips. Her body arched and
she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him
in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around
his viciously pummeling cock.

"Oh God ... Oh, Oh," Bob's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of
his own orgasmic cries. "Cummmming, oh, ... arrrrrgg!"

He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky
sperm as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began
spewing in hot thin streams in to her spasmodically sucking cunt. He
rocked above her, one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading blonde
hair, and squeezed the other against her desperately flexing buttocks,
withdrawing his fingers from her invaded rear channel with a final,
obscene little farting noise. Slowly, as he felt her body go limp
beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently clasping cunt that
continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm sticky sperm
from the battered organ.

And then there was silence.

The couple lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and
legs half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace.
Betty gradually opened her eyes and looked toward Bob. His face was
swollen, his lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation. The
sounds of early evening traffic echoed up through the window from the
street below, mingling with the drifting voices of young people moving
down the halls of the building. The consciousness of what she had just
done wafted through her mind, and she moaned involuntarily. So ... the
original sin has now been revenged.

"What's the matter?" Bob's voice suddenly broke through her thoughts.
"Do we feel guilty now that all the fun's over?"

Betty sat up rigidly in the bed. "Bob, don't be that way!" she said,
her words taking on a strong assertive tone that masked her inner
uncertainty. "I'll suffer with my own guilt without your help, thank
you."

She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug.
She couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical at a time like
this, but she vowed to herself that she would try not to show any signs
of remorse for him to play upon. She pulled the soft flimsy nylon up
over her smoothly tapering legs and stretched the elastic waist band so
it fit neatly over her small trim waist, then turned to Bob again,
"It's late. I've got to get home before there are any more
complications."

Bob yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed,
propping his boyish-looking head on the pillow behind. Beside him, on
the end table, she could see the picture of Bob and Shirley in the lewd
oral embrace that Betty had shrunk away from a few hours ago. A cold
shiver of personal revulsion raced down the length of her spine when
she remembered that she had permitted Bob to do similar things to her
and that she had actually enjoyed it. She turned from the bed and
walked to the door leading out of the bedroom.

"Tell Shirley I'll sleep over here tonight," he said as she moved out
the door. She looked back at him a final time and saw that he was
laughing silently to himself. "Tell her I've still got lots and lots
ofpainting to do."

She shot him a confused anguished look. "You call Shirley yourself,
Bob. I don't want to have anything to do with her, at least for
awhile."

Bob sat up in bed, then dipped his legs to the floor. "OK. Whatever you
want. But listen. Christ, the game isn't over yet."

Betty's eyes fell to the floor. "I-I don't follow you."

Bob stood up and walked to the bureau where he had left his drink. He
refilled his glass and downed half of it. "We're having a house party
in two weeks. You can bet your ass Kent will find a way to get out of
the house, and I'll wager he'll be doing more than just a little heavy
drinking."

Betty's face flushed over in anger. She left the room immediately and
retrieved the remainder of her clothes from the porch.

"That's hardly a veiled invitation, Betty," he called out from the
bedroom. "We haven't evened the score quite yet. I mean, do you really
believe that the two of them are going to be so goddamn virtuous after
all they've already done?"

She finished dressing in silence. She resolved not to even answer him,
for any response at this point would be a relinquishment of her resolve
to be done with the whole shoddy business. She checked around the porch
for any remnants of clothing she might have left behind. Her hanky lay
crumpled up on the swing and she scooped it up and put it into her
pocket book. Then she quickly smoothed her long blonde hair and turned
down the hallway leading out of the apartment. When she got home she
would have a hot bath and go right to bed. Kent would be out at the
country club and God only knew what Shirley would be up to. Actually it
didn't matter since she was just too tired right now to really care;
her heart pounded in her chest as she raced out of the apartment and
down the three flights of stairs. In the foyer she looked at herself
coldly in the garish gilt-framed mirrors noticing a few new lines in
her face, and her mascara blurred.


Chapter 5


The day after Betty's encounter with Bob at his new apartment Shirley
moved across town to join her husband. Kent was off on another business
trip the following afternoon, and Betty was left alone in the large
ranch-style house. She was grateful to have the young couple off her
hands and felt relieved when Kent announced that he was flying to
Chicago for a market-research meeting. She needed time to think and
assess the disorder of facts and feeling floating around her brain, so
the emptiness of the house was a kind of late-summer balm that she
welcomed wholeheartedly. She began to feel more like herself again and
took up some reading she had been planning all year for a vacation
during the summer. On a few afternoons she drove to the shore of Long
Island Sound, discovering a secluded beach between the rows of cramped
beach houses and suburban estates, and sunned herself in her new
bikini. Two evenings before Kent was to return from Chicago Bob had
called. She was out on the patio drying her body from a dip in the
pool, and she had found it troublesome to have to run still wet to the
kitchen phone.

"Hey, Honey," he had said with a disarming intimacy in his voice. "How
you doing without Kent around?"

"I'm doing just fine. Is that all you want to know?" she answered
irritably. "I'm soaking wet from the pool and dripping all over the
kitchen floor."

"Just wanted to remind you that our little party is coming up this
weekend. Don't suppose you've made a decision yet?"

Betty had sucked in a deep breath and replied: "I thought I had made my
feelings clear on that. Enjoy your little party by yourselves. I'm sure
Kent will be too tired to think of getting out of the house Saturday."

She had thought she heard some female laughter somewhere on the other
side of the line. Bob was silent for a moment, and then: "Shirley
thinks I'm going to Boston. I think you can count on Kent being here. I
hate to disturb you, but he knows about the party. He's already
promised Shirley he'd come." There was a pause, and he had continued:
"Anyway, the apartment will be dark. He'll never see you."

Then Bob had hung up, leaving Betty in questioning silence.

The next day she had busied herself attending to neglected chores. She
tried to release her mind from its compulsive concern with the phone
call of the night before, but she had found it impossible. Bob had said
the apartment would be dark; she had heard Shirley's sharp high-pitched
voice in the background that clearly showed her that Bob's wife was in
on whatever scheme that had been devised. By mid-afternoon Betty had
finished most of her housework and she settled in a chaise-lounge on
the patio and opened up the novel she had been reading to where she had
left off the night before. She took in the words with her eyes, but
they made no sense. She tried reading more slowly, but her mind kept
flitting off to the phone conversation and the party Saturday night.
No, she must be wrong; it was ridiculous to assume that Bob and Shirley
were in on any such plan together! Hadn't she been the one to inform
Bob of his wife's infidelity? Although Bob had been forward with her
that afternoon, she had given in of her own free will and she had been
as much to blame for what had happened. She set her novel face down on
the cast iron coffee table. So much of her feelings were really tied up
with her sense of guilt, and she saw the explanation for her reaction
to Bob's phone call as an attempt to shift that guilt onto Bob and
Shirley's shoulders. She stood up from the lawn chair and faced the
thick green foliage of the backyard. Summer was coming to its lush
appointed end; almost imperceptibly, the leaves seemed to have turned a
deep blue-green color, and Betty had noticed a slight chill in the
early morning that was eventually burnt off in the mid-day sun. Her
thoughts flowed back to the party ... she would wait and see, she
frowned with a lack of conviction; if Kent went out Saturday night, it
might be her duty to make sure that nothing more of this sort of thing
happened.

Kent returned home late Friday night, drunk as usual, and had turned
into bed not noticing Betty still lying awake beside him. She looked
over at his heavily breathing body and the unopened suitcase standing
by the door. The usual questions drifted through her mind: where had he
been? Had his trip to Chicago actually lasted as long as he would
explain tomorrow morning? After only a few hours sleep she awoke and
went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Saturday. The breeze blowing
in the half-opened kitchen window felt cool, but the sun had risen over
the thick shield of pine at the top of the yard, already a brightening
orange disk that threatened a hot August day.

"Some lousy convention," Kent groaned and sat down at the table a few
minutes after she had begun boiling his eggs and prepared coffee.

Kent liked to be eased out of a hangover he always said, rather than
jolted into the weekend with slabs of french toast and maple syrup. She
set his soft-boiled egg onto a dish before him.

"Makham split the Conrad account. We didn't do so badly," he cleared
his throat, peering into his coffee as though trying to catch his own
grim morning-after reflection. "But I get so frigging tired of his
Executive Accountant's face kissing up to everybody like a puppy dog."

"Is that all you have to say about ten days in Chicago?" she smiled
across the table at him.

"Betty, if you don't mind," he said in a voice that seemed too tired to
offer anything more than a small reproach. "Let's drop the subject.
Hope you had a nice time, all quiet around here, I guess?"

She nodded limply. The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence. A half-
hour later he was out the door, a golf bag slung over his shoulder. "Be
back by four or five o'clock," he said, giving her a quick peck on the
cheek. "If anything comes up, I'll call you."

At five-thirty he did call, saying he'd be out until late that evening
as he had run into some clients from New York who wanted to talk over
investment shares in the company. All of this seemed plausible,
probable in fact ... but Betty Howard was slowly being moved to the
point where she could no longer take any chances. Too much was at stake
to let her marriage dissipate when she had been forewarned of impending
trouble. She resolved to go to the party if only to see for herself
whether Kent had made an appearance. She became tense as the night
approached and she drank two very dry martinis after her solitary
dinner to soothe her nerves a bit. It did seem odd, she remarked to
herself as she dressed, that she was so excited about going to Shirley
and Bob's only for a quick anonymous appearance. She hoped that the
lighting was dim enough that her presence wouldn't be too obvious. She
pulled on the white sleeveless form-fitting sheath that she had picked
up at Mrs. Fergusson's a few weeks past and quickly surveyed herself in
the bedroom mirror; as Kent, in an earlier time might have remarked,
she had never looked more beautiful. Her trim smoothly tapering legs
flowed down from lushly curving hips and her firm uplifting breasts
stood out just perfectly beneath the tightly pressing material. God!
What was the matter with her!! Her mind raced. She went into the
kitchen and made another martini. It was her third and she felt more
relaxed after finishing half of it, yet as she walked out to the
station wagon she sensed a warm tingling of expectancy in herself that
made her somewhat uncomfortable.

* * *


From the second floor landing Betty could hear loud music and laughter
coming from the hallway and she was met at the top of the stairs by a
burly man in costume garb who handed her a mask. Behind him she could
see that the entire corridor had been made into a dance floor: brightly
lit Chinese lanterns hung from strings draped in colored crepe paper,
and the doors of the two apartments occupying the building's third
level were flung open disclosing the obscured forms of figures dressed
in costume like the man in front of her.

"Put on the mask," the man said, making a gesture for her to pass by
him. "No one needs to know who you are."

"I didn't know this was a masquerade," Betty smiled nervously and
pulled the white cameo-like mask over her face.

"Yeah," the man laughed hoarsely. "That's why I'm standing at the top
of the stairs."

She walked down the hallway, pushing through elaborately costumed
dancers, and headed toward Bob's apartment. A tug on her arm pulled her
backward and she turned toward a man dressed in a skeleton-suit and
mask who quickly handed her a drink.

"This will help for awhile," Bob's voice came out muffled. "You know
that mask you're wearing has a place for breathing and a place for
drinking."

"Is he here?" Betty came directly to the point. "I just want to see if
he had the nerve."

Bob gestured her off the dance floor to a makeshift bar where couples
were lined up waiting for the masked barman to supply them with
refreshments. "Look, do you want to simply see that he's here, or do
you want to find out what he's going to be doing and who he'll be doing
it with?"

Betty didn't answer.

"We can't just go ogling at people. I just got here myself," he
exclaimed, raising up his hands in frustration. "If you want to do it
right, let's just take our time and act like part of the crowd. We
don't want to give ourselves away."

"Alright," she acquiesced. "But only to see what I came for and nothing
else."

In spite of the light-headed sensation the martinis had left her with,
she could feel a small knot of fear growing in her stomach. There was
no way of knowing whether this was a trick on the part of Bob just to
get her over here. Still, the evidence from her earlier experiences-
seeing Kent and Shirley in the backyard wrapped nakedly around each
other, and Kent's ten days at the convention-was just a bit too much
against him and if he were here it would take all the willpower she had
not to turn loose on him and begin berating him right in front of the
other guests. At any rate, she thought as she walked down the corridor
with Bob Howard, it's too late now.

They turned in the door to the apartment adjoining Bob's and moved to a
small love-seat in the corner of the room. "Friend of mine, Jake
Roberts, went in on the housewarming. This is his place," Bob remarked,
settling down beside Betty on the couch.

Betty looked around the crowded room for a sign of her husband, but
most of the costumes were so elaborate that it would be impossible to
find him in the dim lighting unless he were pointed out. From observing
the trim physiques of the men and the daring outfits the women were
wearing, she decided that most of them were from around the community
of Bellows: young executive types with a few airline stewardesses and
college students thrown in. She watched Bob raise the glass to his lips
and take a deep swallow and she did the same, glad to have something in
her hand to stop her from shaking. She was surprised at first by the
cool licorice taste bubbling down her throat. She had expected
something much stronger to be served at a party like this. She tipped
the glass again, her throat parched from nervousness and the several
martinis she had drunk at home by herself while preparing for the
party.

"Go slow on that stuff," Bob said, chuckling boyishly. "It packs a
pretty good punch after a couple."

"What is it? It tastes good, like a liqueur," she mumbled with a full
mouth.

"Pernod. Absinthe. Real exotic after dinner drink imported from Spain.
Van Gogh drank it and it made him go crazy," he quipped and finished
off his glass.

"If that's the case," Betty said. "You can just drink mine for me."

"Now, baby," Bob said and laughed reassuringly. "Taste that stuff. Do
you think you'll flip after one evening on Pernod. Goddamn it, I was
only kidding."

She leaned back and rested against Bob's arm, feeling more relaxed and
slightly lightheaded. The drink certainly did taste different, but it
wasn't really strong flavored and it didn't dull her head as the
martinis had earlier. The glow was there but it seemed to bring her
senses more alive rather than to dull them. A strange new giddiness
seemed to pervade her whole body and she sipped heavily again as she
felt Bob's arm wrap gently around her shoulder. She pushed it off with
a gentle movement of her hand. "Bob, I don't see any reason to get too
cozy," she scolded, good-naturedly sensing that strange giddiness she
had felt moments before.

"I don't want to look conspicuous," he explained. "If we sit here like
two gawkers somebody might suspect something."

Betty strained again to see if she could find her husband in any of the
groups of three or four people talking on the open space of floor in
front of them. In the corner where they were sitting it would be almost
impossible for them to meet up with Kent and that was good, but she
began to feel a little uncomfortable with her brother-in-law pressing
insistently close to her as he was.

"I don't think we're going to have much luck in this corner," she said
after a bit through the blur of cigarette smoke.

Suddenly Bob stood up. "You just stay right here," he said briskly. "I
think I have an idea."

Before Betty could utter a protest about being left alone, he had
disappeared out of the room. The groups of people standing masked in
front of her were breaking off into couples now and some of them went
into the interior of the apartment while others began dancing closely
to the slow insistent beat of soft guitar music coming from the stereo
set in the hallway. There was something openly provocative about how
the dancers thrust their bodies up against one another in a kind of
grinding movement that matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified
music; it was as though their masks had given them new identities and
they were free to do as they pleased in their anonymity. Through the
hallucinatory flicker of a "strobe light" that had been set up at the
far side of the room, she made out the embracing forms of one couple
who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other. The man ran his
hands over the woman's full sensuous breasts and the woman wrapped her
hands around the man's buttocks, pulling his groin to hers as though
they were in a standing copulation position. God, the two of them were
actually "dry humping" as some of the more audacious girls in college
had called it, right out in the open where everyone could see! But she
doubted whether the others paid the least attention: they were too much
a part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm
of their own bodies ...

"Interesting, isn't it?" Bob spoke with a kind of animal purr in his
voice when he sat down beside her.

"I-I didn't even see you come back into the room," she managed and took
her refilled drink from his hand.

"Oh, you were too wrapped up with that little scene," he laughed. "But
look closely. Those costumes hide more than you think they do."

The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe light
made it almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of
two bodies thrusting back and forth against one another in time to the
music, but eventually, as though she were putting together a puzzle,
she focused with some clarity on the man's body. He was dressed in a
Robin Hood outfit and a black eye mask slanted across his otherwise
exposed face. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Kent's body, and
Kent's mouth pressing against the woman's lips. After three years of
marriage she would recognize him under any circumstances. Bob sensed
her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as she sat up
and leaned forward on the couch. She made no move to resist. The shock
of suddenly recognizing her husband, Kent's, form made her totally
incapable of resistance. She felt the softness of her breasts crushed
tightly against Bob's chest and then she pulled back.

"You were right," she said, her voice trembling. "I-I wouldn't have
believed it ... but ... I was stupid to have held out hope like that
... one infidelity doesn't necessarily cancel out another."

She sat for a moment in stunned silence as Kent and the other woman
continued dancing to a low primitively sensual voice on the stereo. The
arms of the couple were hooked around one another's backs, their groins
locked in an obscene gyrating embrace. Wild thoughts of suddenly
denouncing Kent in front of everyone raced through her mind, but she
knew that in the midst of this group where adultery was apparently the
rule such a disturbance would be very much out of place. More than her
own need not to make a spectacle of herself, she felt a desire to find
out what he would do next. It was quite obvious that the short girl he
was dancing with was Shirley; her large full upswinging breasts barely
reaching to the base of his chest and the long swathe of blue-black
hair pulled back across her toga-like costume betrayed her quite
openly.

"That's my wife, alright," Bob sighed, as though reading her thoughts.
"The rule was that no one would know what costume anyone else was
wearing. But, Goddamn it, they're really loving it up."

Betty had been so involved in watching Kent and Shirley that she hadn't
noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a
similar performance. She felt Bob's arm nudge her softly in the side.
"Looks like the exhibitionists are taking over," he said sarcastically.

Betty sipped from her Pernod and peered through the darkness at the
figures of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a
long low couch. The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the
man's groin; she had pulled the front of the peasant's dress she was
wearing to her waist and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread
and openly exposed loins. Suddenly the man reached toward the girl's
frilly blouse and pulled it open. The young woman wasn't wearing a bra
and her naked breasts popped out, quivering slightly, and the room
seemed silent. A new record began playing on the stereo; it sounded
somewhat eastern and exotic to Betty and its rhythms matched the lewd
uninhibited movements of the lovers who had slipped to the couch.

"This is the second stage of the party," Bob said almost inaudibly.
"The next plateau is when everybody starts sneaking off to bedrooms."

Betty nodded, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going on in
front of her. She could see the details of the two bodies that were now
half-naked with disturbing clarity. The girl was lying spread-eagled in
the center of the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a
cushion, her face contorted with ecstasy. The man pulled his pants
partially down his thighs and kneeled between her naked widespread
legs, running his lips up and down her body. He sucked her heaving
breasts into softly quivering hardness and then traced a path down to
the flat plane of her spasmodically jerking stomach and inner thighs.
The girl writhed beneath his steadily flicking caresses like a woman
possessed. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to the
lightly trembling flesh of her belly.

Bob lit a cigarette and handed it to Betty. In a mechanical response,
she raised it to her lips and continued watching the couple's strange
performance that had mesmerized her into a mute acceptance of whatever
might happen next. No, she hadn't wanted to come here, and it was
against her best inclinations to stay any longer, but she was compelled
to keep an eye on Kent, whatever the consequences. She dragged again on
the cigarette Bob had given her. It had an odd sweet taste and it
burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost soothed her, adding to
the general light-headed feeling that she had gotten from the Pernod.

"What on earth is this?" she whispered to Bob.

"Strong hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone.

"You must be kidding," she exclaimed under her breath. "Doesn't it make
you not know what you're doing?"

Bob leaned toward her impatiently, his eyes still fixed on the writhing
couple on the couch in front of them. "It's no worse than Pernod.
Probably a lot better for you, in fact. Just draw slowly on it and hold
the smoke in your lungs as long as you can. I think it'll help you
relax."

Reluctantly, she followed his instructions. After three or four
inhalations, Betty could barely feel it going down it was so smooth. In
college many of her friends had smoked marijuana and hashish, but she
had heard that the drug led on to more addictive things and had refused
their offers to "turn her on." She could hardly call herself in that
state right now, but she certainly felt a bit more comfortable in the
strange setting.

Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room. The
woman was beautiful and had long blonde hair very much like her own,
she thought as she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch. It
was odd, but she found herself almost identifying with the prone figure
whose mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture as the man continued
licking and teasing at her naked flesh and working her into a fever
pitch of excitement. Perhaps it was the hashish and the Pernod mingling
with her own repressed sexual desires that created the feeling of
wicked participation in the almost pagan ritual, but she let the
speculation slip from her mind and continued to watch.

The man placed himself in position over the young woman's rapidly
rising and falling belly. He was kneeling now between her widespread
thighs, his hands moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin,
his fingers splaying out the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips.
Then he bobbed his head as he slowly parted the soft curl-fringed
opening to expose the wetly glistening slit of the woman's vagina. His
head pushed in closer between the tremblingly outstretched legs, his
wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the warmly quivering
center of raw nerves at the top of the slit. A low animal moan mewled
out from the woman's lips and she arched her writhing groin up more
tightly against the man's dipping head, her hips beginning a slow up
and down movement in rhythm to the probings of his wetly slavering
tongue. The groans erupted again and again in soft sputtering sounds
from her chest and her upper torso shimmied like a belly dancer's
squirming in an audible swish as her wildly writhing shoulders pushed
back onto the spongy cushions of the couch.

Betty's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting
lustfully beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins.
She drew in on the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand
into a flowering prism of lewd sensation that spread out from the top
of her head, tingling in tiny electric pinpricks of pleasure down her
spine. Her own torso began swaying to the low reed-like music and the
rhythmic movements of the man and woman on the couch, her warmly
palpating cuntal lips pressing through the sheer tight-fitting material
of her dress into the soft cushion that cupped her loins. A dim
awareness of why she had come here and what she had expected herself to
do floated through her consciousness ... it had something to do with
her husband, Kent ... he was here with Bob's wife, Shirley ... she had
seen them dancing, and dry fucking ... but all that could wait ... she
would take care of it ... Oh God ... what was happening to her?

Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Bob's hand
circling down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly
throbbing nipples and touching them ever so slightly, then slowly
spiraling back again and tugging on their stiffening little tips ...
and she knew she should resist, God, she had to, as she hadn't two
weeks before ... but he continued his teasing and massaging, and
suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly tingling belly
until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic band of
her panties. She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the
sensuously searching fingers, but it didn't go where she had directed
it; it fell with a feathery lightness on the edge of his hip, then slid
with a purpose of its own to his thigh where she could feel the warmly
throbbing head of his cock pressing against the material of his slacks.
"Oh God," she coughed, and seized the blunt head of his hardness. "W-w-
we can't, really, oh, Bob, I want to stop!"

The reality of the action going on in front of her was now a part of
her own being. The woman's wildly squirming body levered up beneath the
man's head that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to climax.
Suddenly; another figure moved into the arc of light centering on the
two figures splayed out across the couch. Betty's eyes squinted and she
jerked back in a new jolt of astonishment: another man stood before the
couch, completely naked, his enormous pole of a cock jutting out from
his groin like a giant inflamed pike. A low uneasy stirring in the
hushed room accompanied the appearance of the new participant as he
pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy instrument and
began jerking himself into further hardness. From where Betty was
sitting it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous organ,
but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in the
man's hand that continued pummeling the shaft into complete erection.
The woman leaned her head back, catching sight of the man costumed only
in his birthday suit, and she opened her mouth, running her tongue
salaciously across the edges of her gaping lips.

The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward
the wide-stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an
obscenely sucking fish. Betty held her breath. She was certain the girl
would choke from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her
mouth, the thick turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a
heavily clenched fist. But she didn't. She moved her head and sucked
hungrily as though she had waited all eternity for the moment.
Meanwhile, the other hunched figure increased the rapidly licking
ministrations of the girl's loins, worming his tongue snake-like in
through her cunt walls, then slithering it out of the moistly
glistening crevice and running his tongue up the exposed outer flanges
of her pussy. One of the girl's hands rested on the man's head while he
plunged into her groin, and the other cradled the semen-bloated
testicles beneath the tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering hotly
into her mouth from above.

Oh god! the girl was getting it at both sides she was taking on both of
them at once! Betty had never seen or heard about things like this-
yes, she had read about orgies, but for her they had been something out
of Roman Mythology ... obscure stories of idealized figures from
Classical history, not real, hotly panting bodies in the actual flesh
who suffered real passion and sucked at one another's genitals as the
three of them were doing now! Suddenly the truth of those ancient texts
came to her detached consciousness with astounding insight: the pagan
ritual was still being enacted and repeated inside a history of which
she was a moving part; her hands gripped at Bob's rapidly enlarging
cock through the rough material of his pants, while her own brother-in-
law thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tight-fitting sheath,
coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that
puckered in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing vaginal
lips! And she could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the
catapulting of her emotions as he touched her and she watched the woman
succumb to the depraved sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that
was rampantly slicing through her lips.

* * *


From time to time Kent Howard lifted his head to the spectacle,
enjoying the interplay of his own toying manipulations of Shirley's
large smoothly uplifting breasts and the wild action going on a few
feet away from him. Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck. It
had been so Goddamn easy to get out of the house and now Shirley was
purring kittenishly and rubbing her pussy against his crotch as though
she wanted to fuck him right here in front of everybody. He wasn't
quite ready for that, but the new sense of freedom that Shirley and
especially this party brought into his life made him aware of all sorts
of possibilities. He looked down at the squirming woman being worked
over by the two men and felt his already overheated cock jerk out into
greater hardness. He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks and
bulge its steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little
slit. She was a pretty thing, this Shirley; and she had sucked and
fucked him royally at his own house and in a few minutes he would be
returning the compliment by screwing her right in her own bedroom. At
first he'd been concerned about Bob finding out, but Shirley had
assured him that Bob was out of town. He didn't quite believe that, but
he proceeded upon the assumption that things would turn out OK as it
looked like his two young in-laws had worked out an "arrangement" ...
if they were involved in wife-swapping no harm would be done; and if
Bob had left for the weekend, his brother wouldn't be any the wiser.

"Look," Shirley's voice spoke softly and she clamped her fingers around
his hard erect instrument. "She's going crazy. God, Kent, I'd love to
have two men come on me that way."

Kent laughed somewhat uneasily. It was true. The girl's face on the
couch was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovalling lips
clasping and unclasping over his long thick prick. The man grunted, his
eyes flickering smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the blonde
woman's erotically writhing body to his companion who continued the
ravishment of her loins.

Shirley's hands moved with greater insistence over Kent's erect blood-
filled cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his
cotton jockey shorts. "God, you feel big, you big man," she whispered,
and pulled her dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of
their underwear prevented complete access to each other. "Later, I want
you to put it in my mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my
cunt at the same time like he's licking her."

Kent gasped, and pulled open Shirley's robe-like costume so that her
breasts faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting
cantaloupes. He leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were
others in the room who might be watching. But a quick look around the
room assured him that they were as involved in gratifying their own
lewd desires as were the trio on the couch ... and hell, he thought, if
they saw him, it just added a little more spice to the whole thing. To
his side he thought he glimpsed Carol Roberts, Jake Roberts' wife,
kissing a man who was definitely not her husband. Maybe he could get
something going with her later ... she was a lithe little thing, almost
like a model except for those nice round tits ... Shirley had said
something about two guys ... and the thought of two women, one that he
could finger fuck or suck while he pistoned his cock hotly into another
sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.

In front of him, the three were now building toward simultaneous
orgasm. The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing
crotch had now rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling
hardness into the hot recesses of her silky cunt, while the crouched
man writhed and strained beside her bobbing head as though he were in
the last spasmodic throes of death. His long fingers were curled
tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth that needed no guidance up and
down over the end of his smoothly thrusting prick as though it were
another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-
like lust.

Kent felt his heavily pulsing penis leap up into his sister-in-law's
hand in an obscene sympathetic response. She squeezed gently through
his underwear, scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-
gorged cock where the pleasure sensation was the strongest. In turn, he
wriggled two fingers beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and
quickly searched out the warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris,
swishing his fingers around it until he brought out a low feline groan
from her chest. Shirley jerked back a half-step, her eyes gaping toward
the couch, and he turned to see the man with the enormous cock
convulsively lurch his pelvis in climax, his mouth opening wide in an
uncontrolled "aaaaah" as his lewd sperm erupted in the warm interior of
the girl's warmly sucking mouth.

The man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the
girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands,
his face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin.
The woman choked and sputtered for a single, long-held minute, the
double impalement driving her to electric-charged gurglings of ecstasy;
she was a depraved picture of insane animal lust. Her head sucked
hungrily up the huge disengorging cock and her long blonde hair splayed
out in abandon across her round quivering breasts as the man skewering
into her cunt met her orgasm with a crushing jerk of his buttocks,
exploding into her moistly clasping pussy with a loud slap of his balls
against the open crevice between her legs.

Then Kent found himself being guided through near darkness by Shirley's
hand on his arm. The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the
corridor while she led him towards the back rooms of the apartment. His
mind was a blur of confused thoughts. Yes, he wanted to fuck Shirley
again, just like that woman had been screwed a few moments earlier on
the couch, yet he sensed something almost cold and demanding in the
insistent way she was pulling at him. Halfway down the darkened
hallway, he stopped.

"What's the matter?" she said, a sardonic tone coloring her voice. "A
brave man like you isn't chickening out at the last minute."

Kent looked down at the girl, her face appearing childlike and innocent
in the soft light coming from the living room. Her comment had a
disconcerting effect on him. No, he hadn't been scared, but he had
sensed something that had knocked his resolve temporarily off-balance.
He had gotten so goddamn worked up out there that he was in a condition
to be led blindfolded into anything ... He thought of Betty, alone at
home, probably waiting up for him in bed. He would have to work up
another story about a business meeting and drunken clients who had
signed new contracts, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was up
to it. Shirley nudged her soft pliant body closer to him, easing her
small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her
fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts. Her searching grasp
found the erect throbbing head of his cock immediately and she squeezed
his warmly pulsing hardness jerking the long thick shaft a few times
until she could feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of
her hand. He bent down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks,
moving his lips brushingly across hers, and thrust his tongue with an
animal assertiveness into the wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.

"Follow me," she spoke softly. "The bedroom is just across the hall."

"You're an anxious little thing," Kent breathed into her ear. "What's
your hurry, afraid Bob might come home early and catch us?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she quipped, and turned toward the half-opened
door in front of them.

Shirley walked in ahead of him, flicking on a light, and sat down on
the large round bed in the center of the room. This guy, Jake Roberts,
sure keeps himself prepared, Kent mused, gazing at the huge wall-sized
mirror that took in the entire king-sized love couch. There was even a
small bar placed conveniently to the side of the bed and a filled ice
bucket set on its paneled top as though someone had expected them.

"Fix me a drink," Shirley smiled and stretched her full well-formed
thighs across the mattress as she plumped up a pillow behind her head.
"I'd like to have some more of the hot stuff if you don't mind."

Kent moved with two glasses of the licorice-tasting liqueur to the bed.
In a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, Shirley opened
her costumed robe, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously
curving body. He swallowed hard, handing her a glass, and sat down at
the edge of the bed.

"Take your pants off," she purred and slid over beside him. "I want to
suck on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."

Shirley placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Kent stood up,
permitting her to work his slacks down his buttocks to his knees. He
did the rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks
onto the floor. As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush
his back and then press more strongly against the sensitive skin of his
shoulder blades. Her arms swept around his stomach, her hands moving to
the lush dark pubic hair of his groin, then her legs pulled up and
splayed out until their smoothly curving calves dangled across his
knees. Clasping his body this way from behind, she began rubbing her
hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of his buttocks
and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth tanned
skin of his lower back.

"Ooooo," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his
stiffened fleshy rod in her hand. "I never thought it could feel good
this way."

Kent looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in
which she was embracing him: she had hooked her legs around his waist
like a rodeo rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking, while she
continued massaging and jerking at his blood-gorged cock and fondling
the velvety sac of his balls in her hands. The merging of lewdly
ensnarling bodies in the mirror and the softly tingling feeling of her
breasts crushed against his back while her rapidly pumping hand
increased its milking clasp over the shaft of his cock, sent a shudder
of pleasure rippling through his tensed body. He had to get that cock
of his into her mouth and it better be quick! He wanted to see her
sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips
as he had seen the woman in the living room devouring that other man's
rod ... only he would reserve his hot spurts of cum for the warm silky
confines of her tight sweet cunt. He shifted his weight, feeling her
body tense momentarily. Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck,
and he drew his head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed,
tumbling her onto the mattress beside him.

"The light, put out the light," Shirley cried out between lusty gasps
for breath. "If I'm going to suck you off right, tonight, I feel like
doing it in complete darkness."

Kent reached up and switched off the overhead lamp. Leaning back on the
bed, he felt her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly until
her lips lit gently on the hard rubbery head of his cock. Slowly, she
began to suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument, and Kent
Howard was again in his ecstasy ...


Chapter 6


Betty Howard stood up from the love seat nestled in the corner of Jake
Roberts' living room, searching through the crowd for her husband who
had disappeared just after the two men and the woman had come to
orgasm. The lewd spectacle had, in spite of her resolve to stay cool,
worked her into a frenzied pitch of excitement and the mixture of
hashish and Pernod had contributed to her generally dazed state of
confusion. She had even let Bob's hands stroke her pussy and she had
fondled and pulled on his hardened penis until they were both in a
state of dangerous arousal. It had been all she could do keeping him
from stripping her right there and forcing his ready cock into her
moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of will and
conscience that had prohibited her from succumbing completely. Now it
was a matter of finding Kent and having her revenge. There were several
ways she imagined she might get back at him, but the only method that
would have any effect, she thought as Bob guided her across the room
into the hallway between the two apartments, would be giving him a
taste of his own medicine, right in front of him. She had been avoiding
this possibility as much as she could, but at this point it seemed to
be the only choice she could make.

"I think I know where they are," Bob said, leaning across the empty bar
in the hallway and filling two glasses with Pernod. "Most likely in one
of Jake's back bedrooms. We'll wait a few minutes until they start
loving it up and then your idea is as good as mine what we should do."

Betty smiled. "I detect a twinkle in your eye, Bob. I suggest we join
my husband and your wife. I'm sure they'd be glad to see us."

Bob looked flustered for a moment. Then he said slyly: "Well, to tell
the truth, I've never been in a situation like this. I mean orgies and
that kind of stuff, yes. But doing it in the same room with your
brother who's screwing your wife ..."

Betty's eyes glazed over and with a womanly aggressiveness that she had
never thought possible in her before, she took in the entire length of
his strong masculine body. "That makes it practically incest, doesn't
it, Bob?"

Bob gulped. "Well, it actually does."

Betty could see that he hadn't bargained for this peculiar turn in the
evening's activities. A few stragglers remained in the hallway and
lingered dancing in the Howard's and Roberts' living room, but now the
two in-laws were pretty much alone. She could tell that Bob had planned
on fucking her again after she had witnessed Kent running off with his
wife, but he had obviously not foreseen her suggestion of the two
couples making it a foursome. She had changed the pattern by
introducing a special lewd twist of her own invention and in a strange
way she felt almost proud of herself. For God's sake, she thought to
herself, she had been used as part of Bob and Shirley's neat little
wife-swapping routine and had been treated as though she were a
permanent female fixture that worked as housemaid and kitchen appliance
by her husband long enough! She turned away from Bob and sipped on her
drink silently. It became clear to her now that Bob had known that
Shirley was going to seduce Kent that Saturday afternoon; naive as she
was, it was stupid of her not to have realized it herself, but again
she resolved that she would make up for her former gullibility and she
would do it up good tonight.

"We've given them enough time," she said, setting her drink on the top
of the bar. "But you must promise me something. When we go into the
bedroom, I want to make sure they don't see us until we ... well,
before we start doing something really lewd."

Bob smiled quizzically, running his hand through his silvery blonde
hair. "Lord, when you get fired up there's nothing stopping you. Are
you sure you want to go through with this? Can you imagine what's going
to go through his head when he sees us doing it right on the bed beside
him?"

Betty slid her arm inside his. She leaned over and kissed him gently on
the neck, and smiled up at him. "Now that, Mr. Howard," she said with a
scolding tone in her voice, "is something you should have considered
before you and Shirley worked out your little arrangement."

Betty and Bob reentered the Roberts' living room, passing through a
group of people standing in its center.

"Hey, Betty, Betty Howard," a voice called out from the far side of the
room. "I recognized you by your ... hehehe ... pretty little figure. I
hoped I'd be seeing you here, being that your sweet sister-in-law was
giving the party."

Betty winced and felt her face flush over with shame and humiliation as
Dan Clark, her next door neighbor, rushed up and embraced her with
greater intimacy than their rather brisk neighborly relationship
demanded. A rush of anger choked up in her throat as she realized
Shirley must have invited him out of spite.

"Say, Bob, I don't mean to spirit away this lovely little peach blossom
from ya, but I've really got to talk to my favorite neighbor. Only be a
second," he said breezily, pulling Betty by the arm toward the hallway.

"Look, honey," the short greying man said, thrusting his hands
assertively into his pockets. "I hate to bring this up, but I'm sure
the Community Beautification Project wouldn't approve ... It's not
really my affair, but the face of the block would suffer if I let it
out. Your husband has been playing hanky-panky right in broad daylight
on your side lawn with a certain relative of yours."

Betty looked coldly at Dan Clark. "You mean you'd like to fuck me after
the others are done with me, is that what you're saying, Dan?"

The man choked, taken aback by her boldness. "I-I, well you really
don't have to put it so bluntly. It is a matter of community concern."

"As you can see, I'm occupied tonight. You call me on Tuesday afternoon
while Kent's at work and I'm sure we can take care of your needs and
those of the rest of the neighborhood too," she remarked seductively
and turned toward Bob again, leaving her neighbor sputtering weakly in
the hallway.

God, what was coming over her! Betty felt a sudden audaciousness that
she had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before. She was not
the same woman of a month ago; she had changed, and it wasn't a matter
of being for the better or worse. Her transformation was a matter of
personal defense, she thought to herself. She recalled Dan Clark
standing behind the hedges with clippers in hand two weeks ago, and her
eyes flooded with tears of rage. The man was really insignificant as
far as his threats were concerned, but her brief encounter with him had
been symbolic of the slow dissolution of her former sense of
"respectability." Not only had her faith in herself crumbled, but her
belief that the staid facade of the rest of her suburban world was a
mirror of an inner peace and virtuousness was being rapidly swept away.

She rejoined Bob who was caught up in conversation about the merits of
a young blonde newlywed in the building with Jake Roberts in the living
room. She felt anxious now to break in on Kent and Shirley whose love-
making was probably already well under way. Finally, Bob broke off his
conversation and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her to a
long carpeted hallway off the living room that she assumed led to the
Roberts' bedrooms. The encounter with the neighbor reran through her
mind and gratefully diverted her attention somewhat from the immediate
situation. Her heart leapt to her throat when they had passed all the
doors except one that stood at the end of the corridor and Bob turned
to her.

"This is it," he smiled weakly.

As if on second thought, he reached to a switch and plunged the hallway
in sudden darkness. His hands groped to her shoulders and then quickly
he pulled her to him. His lips flattened against hers and his tongue
plunged deep in her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as
she sucked hungrily on it. He pulled away and began moving his hands
over her breasts, kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips
against his chest.

"My God, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.

"I want to fuck you, too, my loving brother-in-law," she panted,
pressing her belly against the slight jerk of his rigidity where his
loins rubbed into the softness of her stomach.

"Are you sure you want to go through with it ... in there with my wife
and your husband?" he whispered, his whole body seeming to tense toward
the door.

"Very sure," Betty said in a determined voice.

He stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb
the room's inhabitants. Betty slipped quickly in behind him. There was
little light since he had turned off the overhead in the hallway, but
still she removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and
stepped back to the side, pressing her back against the wall. She stood
alone, suddenly frozen in a second-thought fear, and then once again
the door softly clicked. God, it was dark, she thought. Even after her
eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, she could hardly see more than
a foot ahead. They must have closed the blinds and the drapes, she
decided, not even able to discern where the windows were located. And
it was so quiet, almost totally silent. Perhaps they weren't even here!
she thought angrily, overwhelmed suddenly with the irrational idea that
they had sneaked out of the apartment and purposely tricked her.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as
either Kent's or Shirley's wafted through the silence of the room.
There was a rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen
couple began to resume whatever they had been doing before the
interruption. Betty realized for the first time that her husband and
sister-in-law were actually there, and she thought she would faint, but
she didn't. It was all true! She had gone through the last two
incredible weeks as though she had believed her husband was unfaithful
to her, but she really hadn't believed, not deep inside. A slight wet
sucking sound mocked that naivete, and she believed it now. Apparently,
they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there was no
threat from the visitors.

"That's right. Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked. "Ohhhhhh,
yessssss, my ass too! I'll kneel up further."

The voice was Kent's!

Bob moved closer and Betty gradually made out the outline of his form
standing next to her in the darkness. He reached down the back of her
skirt and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft
silken panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving buttocks,
squeezing the sides of the now slightly sweating crevice together with
his clenching fingers. Oh God, she thought, Shirley must be running her
tongue all over Kent's body, even the backside. Would Bob expect her to
do the same thing to him? She just couldn't, she wouldn't, it was
filthy! She found herself wishing she hadn't come and she considered
running away for a minute. Somehow she'd just assumed they'd make love
and Kent would see them ... but this, she couldn't manage it, no, she
couldn't do it!

But before she could move, Bob turned and faced her directly, trapping
her between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from
behind. His free hand reached behind her and slid the zipper of her
dress down from her neck to her hips. She could feel his cock, already
long and hard from the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing
against her fearfully trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her
head and dropped it softly to the floor. He reached behind her again
and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing his fingers deftly over the tiny
rounded nipples that had jumped into erection from the cool rush of air
over them. Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing
and she had to smile at his obvious impatience to get at her.

"I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in
a meaningful voice.

One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded
buttocks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed.
She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed
against her calves for fear that Kent or Shirley would be there, and he
moved up close behind her and they stood there a long moment. Her naked
body caught fire as she felt him begin massaging the soft white cheeks
of her ass from behind and pulling her backwards harder against his
hotly bulging groin. As he ground against her, his mouth locked wetly
in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising
stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper thighs into her
own warmly moistening genitals. Weird chills raced down her flesh,
exciting her as she had never been before, when she considered the
mental picture of herself standing by the bed with her own brother-in-
law's long thick penis wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her
errant husband being sucked by this man's wife only a few feet away
from her. She would show Kent what adultery really meant, even if it
required submitting herself to the most unspeakable of depravities. The
sweet licorice taste of the Pernod and the hashish smoke wafted lazily
through her bloodstream, intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation
around her, the soft fingers of his hand tweaking painfully on her
nipples and the hardness of his cock pressing hotly against her moistly
pulsating vaginal slit, and an unexpected soft moan of submission
escaped from her lips.

She had expected Kent to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at
the first sound of her voice, but none came. He was obviously too
preoccupied to recognize anyone at this point, but she'd soon take care
of that. She let Bob turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto
the bed, sliding her body over towards the middle so that Bob could
follow in after her and she could be as close to Kent and Shirley as
possible. She had just made out their silhouettes when the mattress
jumped again as Bob sank down on the bed at her side, but she hardly
noticed, she was so overcome by the indecent erotic sensations when her
shoulder pressed firmly against Kent's shoulder. Yes, her body had come
to rest practically plastered against his splayed out form on the other
side of the giant bed and she was going to let her brother-in-law fuck
her silly while her own husband, his brother, lay obliviously beside
her! There wasn't enough light to make out their features but she could
see the outline of the obscene position he and Shirley had assumed: to
her surprise Kent was actually face down on the mattress, his legs bent
as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Shirley kneeling
in behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his buttocks.
Oh god, How could she! she recoiled in disgust.

"Oh God, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted so
intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Betty's eyes bulged
as she saw Shirley traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his
thighs with her wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the
mattress. "Jesus, now lick back up to my ass."

"Do you want me to stick my finger up your ass?" Shirley spoke for the
first time in a low teasing voice.

"Oh yes, goddamn it, fuck me with your finger," Bob groaned and flopped
over on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them.
"Hurry! And I'll fuck you again at the same time!"

Betty's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched
Shirley's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's
heaving abdomen. She could make out Shirley's form moving now with a
wet sluicing noise down over the long bulging outline of Kent's erect
cock standing straight up from his stomach, then Shirley's hands wedged
beneath his buttocks and there was a small yelp of pain from Kent and
the springs of the overworked mattress protested. Her sister-in-law
closed her widely ovalled mouth down over his hardened instrument all
the way until all she could see was a small tiny bit of the base of his
penis protruding wet and glistening from the tight moist lips around
it. She wanted to scream and reach out and tear them apart but the
tightness of Bob's hand on her breast and the lewdly tingling pleasure
building strangely in her groin at the sight wouldn't permit it.
Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Shirley
began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks rising in
the air above Kent until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left
inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth flesh. Then, with an
"ooooooomph" each time she made the movement, she bobbed her head
heavily back down, impaling her face completely with each long smooth
stroke. Bob, on the other side of Betty, breathed deeply and harshly
kneaded her breast while he peered at the weird copulation of their two
spouses, unconsciously giving the taut hardness of her erect nipple a
small vicious tug.

"Oh Shirley, your finger," Kent groaned suddenly above the wet sucking
noises of intercourse. "I love it, love it!"

"I'll try two, Kent," Shirley whimpered as she inserted a second finger
in the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in a little
squeal as though she were nearly out of her mind with the excitement of
her entrance into his behind and the ever increasing violence with
which he flicked his hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument
into her mouth.

She didn't have time to consider the situation of her neighbors
further. Bob pressed his soft lips down over hers and she immediately
felt the hard rigid pressure of his tongue spear up into her mouth in
his quest for a warmer wetter contact with her naked body. His hands
began rummaging over her and he ran them between the soft firmness of
her gently quivering thighs that swayed open quickly to admit him to
the very core of her being. She could feel the warm center of her
vagina convulsing almost immediately in passionate answer to his
harshly kneading touch.

"Aaaaaah, aaaaaah," she sighed up into his lips and pushed her tongue
up into his mouth, circling deep around inside.

He slithered on top of her warm soft body like a protective blanket.
She could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under him
and drew her parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of
her wet throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome
sacrifice. The hardness of his long fully erect cock slid over her
thighs between her splayed out legs and he held it there for a long
tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside
her but at the last second he stopped, as though he needed more to
squeeze every perverse and sadistic pleasure possible out of the fact
that her husband, his own brother, was so close to their nakedly locked
bodies. Instead, his mouth slid down over her gently rocking belly,
biting her smooth delicate skin with his teeth and sending ecstatic
ripples of pleasure-pain all over her stomach. Betty looked down to see
his face crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh
that covered her splayed open vagina. She saw his fingers spreading the
soft hair-covered lips and she sucked in her breath with a gasp as the
cool air hit her there. She could feel a slight moisture forming and
glistening on the insides of her thighs, and she squirmed and a faint
groan escaped from her open lips when he breathed hard and blew softly
into her.

"Oooooooh, God," she groaned, suddenly forgetting her husband beside
them.

All thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded when her
husband's brother lowered his head until he was just inches from her
wetly throbbing pussy. She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb
expectantly and her breath stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop
of seminal fluid trickled from the round blunt head of his cock pressed
against her leg, running in a small trickling path down her thigh. Then
he leaned still closer and opened the swollen fleshy lips around her
clitoris, flicking out his tongue suddenly and teasing it moistly
against the hotly pulsing bud. She shook convulsively and her hands
darted forward and tangled in his head, pulling his mouth to the
moistly palpitating furrow up between her open thighs.

His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide
apart and then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her clitoris and
thrust it into the pink tingling opening of her pussy. She was
completely lost in enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their
farthest limits and every muscle in her thighs jerked in time with his
maddening assault between her legs. He plunged his tongue again and
again, thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke, only to withdraw
it slightly and then rim the ragged pink edges on the outstroke,
taunting and teasing her mercilessly.

"Oooooooh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without
thought. "It's good darling, it's good. Let me do it to you. I want to
do it to you!"

"Oh God, yes. I'll put my cock in your mouth!"

Betty had completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next
to them on the bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her
attention. Her husband must have heard her voice, but apparently his
passion-driven mind hadn't recognized it as her own, because the wet
sucking sounds of intercourse picked up again and continued stronger
than ever. Shirley and Kent, excited by the presence of the still
unknown couple next to them were moaning and groaning into each other's
mouths while Shirley continued to grind her hips hungrily up and down
the warmly throbbing instrument standing straight up like a quivering
pole from Kent's stomach. The rhythm of their movements caused Kent's
shoulder to rub methodically against Betty's and when Shirley lowered
her groin and sunk slightly forward, her long hair brushed occasionally
over her arm.

But now Betty's attention returned to her brother-in-law as he turned
his body around and kneeled over her face putting them in a "sixty-
nine" position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements over
her moistly tingling pussy. For a moment she felt herself hold back in
indecision as she had never done this to a man before and was unsure
what his cock would feel like inside her mouth. The red blunt head of
his long fleshy instrument pressed searchingly against her chin, and
she opened her lips quickly, mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening
member slithered over her teeth into the warm, wet moistness. The thick
spongy organ seemed to fill the entire cavern of her mouth, and when he
wormed it steadily deeper, rubbing the gently throbbing member down the
full length of her tongue and imbedding it far down in her throat, she
gasped for air to keep from choking and closed her eyes to blot out the
sight of his sperm-bloated testicles swaying lewdly down against her
nose. They danced as he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the long
thick cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, but
leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warmly sucking
cavern. She tightened her lips and swished her tongue with vengeance
around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely
stretched lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing tantalizingly
against her cheeks sending waves of masochistic pleasure through her.

"Oh god, Bob," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion. "It
tastes so good! I love the taste of your cock!"

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice
coarse and thick from passion.

Her lips began to nibble at the slickly thrusting instrument and she
convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward,
drawing them wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing
cockhead as he pulled it out. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her
cheeks wide as he shoved forward and buried the rod deep again into her
warmly welcoming throat. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small
emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of Bob's cock into
the warm heated depths of her mouth. His breath became shorter, and she
could feel his hips writhing and straining above her face as though he
were in the last spasmodic throes of death.

She murmured with pleasure as he moved his hands back to her thighs
below his working tongue still sunk deep in her pussy. God, she
thought, she had never thought such things as this were possible: he
was flicking his tongue up and down her moistly glistening crevice
while she continued to puff out her cheeks over the smoothly bulging
length of his cock, and she was actually enjoying it! He pulled the
soft, hair-fringed crevice of her crotch wider apart with his hands.
Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue to her small tight-
puckered anus, thrusting the tip hard against it until it entered just
a hair.

"God. Oh, God. Bob! Yes, do that!" she mumbled around the fullness of
his cock in her mouth.

He returned his mouth to her clitoris, continuing to lick and nibble at
it while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet,
wetting it with the lust juices streaming from her cunt and finally
probing his finger at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby penis.

"Uuuuuungh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly into
the soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his
cock from her mouth and swinging his buttocks back onto the bed beside
her, but leaving his fingers buried in her rectum.

"Yes, Oh god, fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her
stomach so that only his fingers still wedged in her ass connected them
together. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!"

Her husband's brother began planting soft kisses warmly along her
spine, moving slowly down to where his fingers were still thrust into
the tight rubbery ring of her nether passage. He paused at the smoothly
curving arc of her ass cheeks, then probed again with his fingers to
make sure his entry into her would not be too great a shock. Then he
lifted himself over her. He pulled out his fingers slowly, feeling the
soft rubbery flesh clinging tightly to them and then coursed his hands
down her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tight rear
passage, stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs
that felt different from the touch of his fingers: it was soft and
rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.

"Oooooooh god!" she moaned, her body tingling all over in a mixture of
fear and lewd expectancy. His cock lay for a moment pressing gently at
the tight, elastically flexing lips of her anus as though teasing her
with the idea of the exotic fleshy intrusion. Then, she felt something
give back there between her widespread buttock cheeks as he thrust
harder, and she jerked back, momentarily startled at the slight pain.
He pushed again and the blunt invasion of his cock vibrated through
every fiber of her being, popping up inside the tight, vainly resisting
circle and pushing the softly yielding flesh inside of her widely
stretching anal passage in great waves of pain before it. "Oooooh god!"
she moaned and flailed her head from side to side in wild
masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt his huge, lustfully
pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were
impaled on a skewering human sword.

* * *


The presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had excited Kent
more than he had thought possible and as Shirley moved the warmly
sucking walls of her pussy over his erect cock he strained to see them.
He hadn't been able to make out exactly what they were saying, but for
awhile the woman sounded as though she were struggling on the bed
beside him and Shirley. Damn, he thought, whoever the hell they were,
they sure were going at it good! The smoothness of naked skin rustled
against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited gasps, but it was too
dark and he closed his eyes again. It was probably some goddamn couple
who had no place to go but on their bed, he thought; but, Christ, what
were they trying to do? Provoke he and Shirley? Were they too drunk or
involved with each other to notice that the bed was already occupied?

He leaned back and let Shirley continue fucking from on top of him.
God, he never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly
bobbing tits brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand
fondling and cupping the velvety sac of his balls ... that hot little
pussy wrapped so tightly and wetly around his cock felt too good to be
real! ... yet, he couldn't help but feel a lingering touch of lewd
curiosity about what the couple were doing beside them. His fantasy was
interrupted by a series of low soulful moans. It sounded like a woman
in pain, and he felt Shirley slow her movements on top of him as though
she had heard it, too. Then the girl rose up over him again and swished
her smooth white buttocks around against his loins with a soft smack
that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down against his balls.

"Oooooh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even
in the almost total silence of the darkness.

"Do you like it when I-put it into you like this?" an almost familiar
voice said in a soft murmur.

"Oh God ... Bob ... it feels so different ... but so good, so
goooooood."

Kent's hands froze around Shirley's smoothly gyrating buttocks as he
heard the familiar pleading voice of his own wife beg Bob, his own
brother, to fuck her on the bed beside him. He couldn't believe his own
ears ... he had thought that Bob was out of town ... that Betty was
safely at home ... He firmly but gently pulled Shirley down from on top
of him, but he didn't need to. She too had tensed above him in startled
recognition of the two voices, then moved to his side. It took a moment
for him to reassemble his thoughts. Bob and Betty must have known of
Shirley's plans and had decided to confront them in this way to get
revenge. They had probably been watching him and Shirley throughout the
party and had followed them into the bedroom ... what better way to get
even with an adulterous wife and husband! There was the distinct
possibility that Bob and Betty did not know that the other couple lying
next to them were their spouses, but that coincidence was too mad, too
much a strike of fate and had to be discounted. Shirley giggled softly
next to him now ... damn, she had a crazy way of reacting to things, he
thought, and the rustling bodies to his right continued their softly
persistent rocking. Oh, God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him, but he
didn't dare raise his head to find out. Anyway, his wife must know he
was here ... and if his thought that she had come into the room to
purposely confront he and Shirley was correct he was lost!

He wished he could see them. Was she straddled on the top of him as
Shirley had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean
warmly clasping mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between
her legs? His tortured mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife
in every conceivable position ... had she taken off all her clothes and
gotten completely naked ... or had Bob merely pulled up her dress and
pulled her panties down to plunder her soft defenseless cunt with his
hands and his mouth? Shirley pulled closer to him and whispered into
his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what his sister-in-
law had said. He only gathered that she was taking an obscene delight
in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed. The idea of
being unable to protest against his brother's and his wife's continual
lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating
frustration down his spine. It struck him that he was not only involved
in an obscene adultery but that it was happening between blood-
relatives ... his brother, the closest of kin, incestuously plundering
his own wife! While he had been ramming his cock into his own sister-
in-law's cunt ...

"Oh God, Bob, That's nice! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my cunt
with your fingers like that," Betty groaned next to him.

Christ, he was doing it, Bob was screwing his wife up the ass! Kent's
mind raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own
younger brother ramming his lust-swollen cock into his wife's tightly
clasping rectal passage, and again he sensed Shirley shift her weight,
slowly undulating her thighs against his tensed hips. No! It was
impossible, but he was getting excited by the idea of the four of them
here on the bed together!! Without realizing it, he had forgotten that
it was his own wife, he had forgotten that it was his own brother who
was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust-contorted lips.
It was just a wild, passion driven woman writhing and twisting in the
throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the biblical story
of Sodom itself! Then the image of Betty returned again to his mind: he
had never done anything like that to her as she had been too prudish to
even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. But
there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his
being that could never have been touched by anything else: the
prehistoric prohibition against copulation between family members. The
equally forbidden plundering of his wife's rectum by someone who was
virtually her brother sent a tingle of salacious desire through his
groin. He felt his warmly throbbing cock ache and press against his
sister-in-law's naked side grazing next to him, small droplets of cum
beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his brother's wife's warm
smooth skin. It jerked when he heard Betty's cries and pleading for
further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he
suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted
to be fucking his wife's cunt while his brother rammed his prick into
her tight virginal asshole.

"Oh Christ, Bob," Betty mewled only a few inches away from him. "God,
your cock feels gooooooood!"

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy breathing
coming from the side of the bed. Then there was a rustle of the
bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it. The
wetly skewering sounds continued with the heavy coarse male breathing
becoming more and more excited by the minute. Bob was whispering things
that Kent could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded
lewd and forbidden. Kent suddenly heard his brother gasp as though he
were in pain, his voice breaking through the darkness like a knife,
loud and clear so that Kent could not mistake their cruel sadistic
meaning.

"Goddamn it, your asshole ... let me fuck it haaaaaaarder."

He couldn't stand it! An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin
and hardened his already blood-gorged member into a boiling rod of
hotly pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against
every attempt of his will at resistance. He jerked his head up, sensing
his sister-in-law rise with him to his right. He could see nothing but
his imagination ran rampant; the low dim form of Betty's buttocks
raising off the bed and the hunched figure of his brother plunging into
her tightly puckering behind, emerged clearly in his mind. She was not
fighting it, and low softly muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted
across the bed from her sputtering mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh," her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine
broken only by the obscene slap of Bob's heavy, sperm-filled balls on
the naked flesh of her hungrily flexing buttocks.

Kent sat up. Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went
against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed. All he knew was
that he had never dreamed of such depravity-and his sweet puritanical
wife was at the very core of it. Her wild pleading mewls of passion
were more than he could tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging
of her hotly writhing body and punish her himself! He slid over on the
bed, suddenly coming into warm contact with the smooth flesh of her
hip. He felt her body shudder slightly, then she turned toward him,
still impaled in her rear channel by Bob's pummeling rod of flesh. He
touched her tentatively just once, then dug his hands cruelly beneath
the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she needed no
urging. She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying breasts
brushing softly against his chest. "Oh Kent," she murmured as though
waking from a deep dreamy sleep. "It's you ... yes, fuck me in front
while your brother fucks me from behind ... put your cock in my pussy
... I've always wanted it like this."

He pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long
cascading honey blonde hair. Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue
spilling wetly into his mouth, while her hands shot down to his loins
and clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like
grip. There was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand
played around the hard rubbery head of his cock for a few seconds, then
began guiding it toward her desperately seething cuntal lips.

"Oh, yes, I want you in me at the same time," she breathed, working the
hard blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet
opening and flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.

Good Christ, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he
realized as his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin.
Again, the thought of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily
receiving young belly while his own brother fucked into her from behind
overcame all the reservations he had had about joining the couple like
this. He gasped when her warmly teasing fingers slithered up the
distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive area just below
the throbbing head. She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down for a
moment, parting the softness of her blondly curling pubic hair with the
tip, then coaxed him slowly forward. He let his hips move to the gentle
tug until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the
warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a
tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly, soft
lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around it where it entered her.

The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his
loins and burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear ...
he could hold back no longer! He thrust forward, his cock flooding into
his impaled wife like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in
its path, deeper and deeper until his balls smacked hard against his
brother's pressed tightly between her thighs. His hands reached
convulsively out to her narrow hourglass waist, coursing down to where
it flared into broad well-formed hips, and held her tight so that she
could not move.

Suddenly the bedside lamp flicked on. Kent glimpsed Shirley leaning
down from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Betty's
head. One of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and
she stretched her leg out so that it lay across Betty's head and fell
gently over Kent's upper back. Then she pushed her fingers against the
silky black hairs of her cunt and began working them in short quick
ovals over the moistly glistening vaginal lips. Her other hand massaged
her own breasts in wild circular motions as she fingered herself
vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of Betty's body between Kent
and her husband.

"Oooooooo, it looks so nice, two brothers fucking you at the same time
like that," Shirley moaned, looking down at the young woman's crazily
flailing head.

"Yes, oh yes, my husband and your husband feel so good fucking me
together," Betty answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at
Shirley's slightly parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling
lewdly around inside.

Kent continued his wild lust-incited thrusts into Betty's hot clasping
cunt, sensing Bob increase his strokes into her rear passage. Slowly
the rhythm of the two brothers began to coincide. They skewered into
her in slapping unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though
she were a sacrificial lamb being impaled at every end. Obscene
incoherent oaths spilled uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and
she lifted her head toward Shirley's finger-filled pussy a few inches
away from her, urging the girl to join them in their incestuous
embrace.

Shirley let out a deep earthy groan. She slid her hand from between her
legs and let it fall over one of Betty's softly dancing breasts that
pressed against Kent's heaving chest. Betty gritted her teeth as though
to suppress the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at
any moment.

"Yes, Oh ... this is ... just ... perfect. Squeeze my tit like that
Shirley ... fuck me ... Kent, Bob, ... fuck me haaaaarder."

The lewd picture was reflected like a pornographic portrait in the
mirror beside the bed. The image of the two men was blurred in Betty's
mind into one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous female figure
fondling her warmly tingling breasts seemed to become an extended
vision of herself. God, she never knew that she could be driven to such
depths of human debauchery! Both Kent and Bob were driving through her
with longer and stronger strokes now, their hotly plunging instruments
buffeting simultaneously against the thin membrane that separated her
moist cunt-walls from her flaming anal passage. Suddenly, she sensed
Shirley's leg pressurize against her head, then felt the girl pull
herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed
between Kent and Betty's faces. Kent moved his head to the side,
splurging out his tongue and licking the moistly dilating lips of
Shirley's cunt only an inch or so away from Betty's ecstatically gaping
eyes. The moistly glistening sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment
for Betty's lips, and she shifted her head over her sister-in-law's
thigh so that it lay like a pillow beneath her neck. She dropped her
head and kissed Kent on the lips, then turned and nudged her face into
the thin vertical mouth of Shirley's gently parting cuntal cleft. She
licked upwards, parting the glistening pink flanges and her tongue
lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing forth a savage
mewling groan from Shirley who hunkered down and twisted her buttocks
around like a depraved animal above.

Suddenly Bob, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of
his strokes. He plunged like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness
of Betty's anal cavity, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed
at his wife's smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a
mad fury of quick grinding thrusts into his sister-in-law's tightly
sucking rectum. He groaned over and over again, his lips working
crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between tightly
clenched teeth. This was too much for him! It was beyond what a normal
man could take! He felt his hot cum juice building in his balls and
stiffening his cock to the near bursting point, but he held off,
waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his semen
as the four of them reached orgasm together.

"Oh, lick me, suck me, you two," Shirley chanted feverishly from above
Kent and Betty. "Yes ... this is what I-I want ... we're like a family
... we're, Oh God, fucking together!"

And then it came!

Bob, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a
rutting animal and locked his arms around Betty's insanely writhing
belly, his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy
shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back and he could not close
them. His breath came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled
obscenely through the room. He stared up at Shirley's pleasure
contorted face, then his gaze drifted to Kent and Betty's lips sucking
at his wife's lewdly parted cunt. He lurched. He tore at Betty's ass
cheeks, stretching the twin moons wide apart and watching his long
white cock disappear through the warmly cupping spheres of her
buttocks.

"Jesus, Jesus," he sputtered. "Christ!"

Betty could sense Bob's climax building. She wormed her buttocks in a
gentle but firmly nudging motion until she felt the entire length of
his hotly pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her anus with only a
small bit from the base protruding from the tight elastic hole. Then
she thrust her buttocks more strongly back against his loins, and he
shoved forward with a mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of
her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave
deep up into the depths of her hungrily sucking rectum.

Kent, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion
as he felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the
depths of her behind. God, his brother must be a reservoir of sperm! he
thought with wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements
momentarily. It flooded down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and
trickled onto his loins, and for the moment he was ready to shove their
two heaving bodies away from him out of the bed until he remembered
with a gulf of sickening guilt that it was he who had started it all.
At the same time, Betty screamed her own release that gushed now from
her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the spewing
opening. It mixed with Bob's in a single stream of thick viscous fluid,
wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural
coupling.

"Oh, harder Kent, fuck my pussy harder, don't stop, harder," Betty
squealed, feeling her body beginning to convulse. She clawed at his
hips with her fingernails, until he rammed against her with the full
force of his weight, springing back and shoving his groin against her
again and again like a snapping rubber band. Never had she known there
was so much pleasure from sex, from anything on earth, never had she
realized all she had been denying herself ... strange forbidden
sensations that she would never ever forfeit again. She bent forward,
not wanting to miss a stroke of the powerful fucking cock in her cunt,
no longer remembering it was Kent her own husband or even caring who it
belonged to. It was long thick cock and that's all that counted, her
mind blazed obscenely. Nothing mattered but the pleasure enveloping the
whole of her being, heaving through her body and bucking her about like
a ship in violent seas. "Yessssss! Yesss ... I'm cummmmmming!" she
yelled through clenched teeth and thrust her face forward into
Shirley's steaming throbbing cunt lips.

Shirley lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact,
automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Betty's head and
press her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue
rotating maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own
orgasm.

Kent rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his cock
sluicing through her still convulsing vagina and his mouth buried in
Shirley's warmly trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with
her cum juice. It spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant
thoughts raced through his mind; revulsion and fear chilled his blood
at the thought of their multiple incestuous coupling. He felt dazed, it
just couldn't be true, although all the while the lascivious tingling
in his loins grew and pushed him closer to his orgasm. He closed his
eyes to lock out the sight of their three exhausted bodies that still
quivered in the last sensuous throes of subsiding orgasm and felt his
hotly pumping balls erupt wildly. His mouth opened wide with a loud
unrestrained "aaaaaarrrrgh!" as he felt his lewdly pumping sperm fill
her clasping and unclasping vagina with a great rush. Then he closed
his mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the
sperm from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing
through a conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without
end.

He slid to the mattress. The room was quiet except for an occasional
low gasp or the rustling of bedcovers. Moments later he blinked open
his eyes to find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed
in the emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm. His brother's body bent
heaving over his wife's back, his hands cupping at each breast, and
Betty was smiling at him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at
all but a smirking expression of unveiled victory and conquest.

Later, Shirley directed them in weird and perverse combinations which
he had never even thought possible. They coupled and groped at one
another like lewd figures from an elaborate pornographic painting.
Others, hearing their wild screams, stumbled down the hallway to join
the group. Kent saw Jake Roberts enter the room and quickly disrobe,
followed quickly afterward by Dan Clark, the Howards' next door
neighbor. Clark went directly to Kent's wife and crawling between her
widely welcoming legs, began fucking into her immediately, while Kent
watched on for a moment, still unbelieving, not yet completely
comprehending the debauched sight spread out before him. Then, as
though reconciling himself to his own total dissipation, he plunged
back into the wild tangled mass of thighs, breasts and cunts just to
forget, not sure if it was an orgy or a nightmare.


Chapter 7


It was Winter and New Year's Eve had finally come around. Long Island
was covered with a thick mantle of snow, and more had been predicted
for the rest of the night and for the following day. It fell in long
driving white swirls around the large suburban ranch house, heaping up,
drifts against hedges and eddying in curled billows against the frosted
window panes of the Howards' bedroom.

Betty Howard leaned back on the bed, sighing deeply as she pulled the
silk stockings up her legs that were as slender and delicately sculpted
as ever. A martini glass sat almost empty on the table next to the bed,
and it was easy to see that she had already had quite a few from the
dreamy quality that softened her slow self-assured movements.

But, beneath the calm exterior, she was absolutely tingling with
expectancy when she thought of the new possibilities in store for her
tonight. She had never in all her life imagined that she might find
happiness in trading partners as they had been doing almost every
weekend since that first fateful evening. But it was true. She had
found a new release for herself in seducing young male initiates during
the parties they went to at a middle-aged executive's house in a nearby
suburban area. Kent had changed considerably as well. He had grown so
passive, even stodgy and, well, there was just no way of overlooking
the fact that he simply could not keep up with her. He seemed
depressed. She hoped he didn't suspect that she was still seeing his
brother Bob and their older neighbor, Dan Clark, on the side ...

It wasn't until she stood and turned that she noticed him gazing fondly
at her from the door of the bedroom.

"Whatever are you doing?" she laughed, zipping up the back of her dress
as she walked in her stocking feet across the thick bedroom carpet. She
picked a pair of shoes from the closet and, stepping into them, gave
him a soft brushing kiss on the cheek as she passed him on the way to
the dressing table.

"Watching you."

"Would you make me a drink?"

His reflection, frowning and unsettled looking, appeared behind her in
the mirror when she sat down. "Jesus, honey," he looked pale as he
spoke to her image in the mirror. "You've already had two or three."

Betty lay the brush down so hard that it made a loud cracking sound
against the glass covering the table. "I've had two," she said in a
highly impatient voice.

He glared at her in a way that told her he knew she was lying. But it
didn't matter to her since it didn't change his response. "Goddamn it,
you want a drink so bad, take my drink," he snorted setting his glass
abruptly beside her elbow before he moved to the bed.

While she put on her make-up and sipped at the drink, Betty let her
mind luxuriate on the tantalizing problem of just which of the virile
men they knew of all sizes and ages would probably be at the party.
Then she considered all the exotic positions and combinations her naked
body would undoubtedly be part of before the evening was over. God,
there was nothing like three or four big beautiful cocks, prodding at a
woman's every orifice at the same time, to drive her absolutely crazy.

"I'm ready," she said brightly and, finishing off the last of the
martini, pushed the chair back from the table and stood up.

"Betty, let's not go," Kent pleaded moodily from the bed, his eyes
following her as she moved to the closet for her fur coat.

"Not go?" she giggled more or less to herself in disbelief at his new
puritanism. "I'm not going to miss out on the big party of the year.
And next year," she added, laughing.

"I don't want to go," he said stubbornly as a child.

Betty spun around in her coat, her body shaking with all the murderous
fury and fear of someone meeting an obstacle to their attainment of a
pleasure that has become an absolute necessity. "Kent. I won't put up
with this. Do you have to go through all these changes on New Year's
Eve? Could you do it some other time? Does it have ..."

It was snowing heavily when they pulled out the driveway. The low
seething sound of flakes seemed to press in on all sides of the car at
once, enveloping the long station wagon in a softly whirling curtain of
whiteness. Now Kent was looking for excuses not to drive out in the bad
weather, but Betty didn't listen. Her thoughts were caught up in the
swift white spiral of snow that she made out through a defrosted patch
on the corner window. In her mind she was already at the party,
protected against the winter night by warm lusty bodies, with the
sounds of music and laughter and clattering glasses in the background.
Kent's argument continued, but it was nothing but a long dull droning
murmur that she was not even listening to ...


The End