Once more the pen of well known authoress Sandra Lawson has detailed a glowing account of life in a typical small town in the USA. Hubby's Little Brother is a stormy story of people we have all met or at least observed from a distance. Here we are given a chance to look inside their lives and to suffer their triumphs and defeats with them. Sharon and Gordon Edwards have, through no real fault of their own, succumbed to the pitfalls of the errors of their parents before them. Really, it can be said that their brief marriage had no chance at all from the start.
Miss Lawson shows us how dangerous the misconceptions of "the good life" can be. Sharon has been brought up to look for her Prince Charming, never realizing that she will remain the same insecure person she always was once she does meet him, and never once thinking that his arrival will bring her anything but bliss. She might have done better than to choose the laconic young newspaperman, Gordon Edwards, for her husband, for he himself was never exposed to a beneficial view of married life, having fled his parents at an early age, much the same as his young brother Guy does.
There is, however, a great difference between Gordon and his younger brother, Guy. And this difference, marked by the years between them has not only to do with inherent character, but with the period of time in which each came to manhood. Guy's generation, searching desperately for the values beyond those of their elders, has a somewhat better chance despite the combined pitfalls and glories of drugs. It is Sharon who eventually comes to realize this essential difference, shedding her old skin for the new coating of jeans and sweatshirts of the youngsters she once frowned upon. Along with this liberation comes a recognition of the joys of womanhood which heretofore had escaped her completely.
Miss Lawson has created living characters who will long haunt the reader's memory, and we are grateful to her for this revealing and timely manuscript.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
Sharon Edwards stretched her long, slim, shapely legs out underneath the covers to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. Even though she was wearing a very scanty nightgown of soft white cotton, she felt over-warm. The almost transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours as moisture from her nervous perspiration seeped through the material. Tired, and yet excited by the possibility that Gordon would be returning at any moment, she adjusted her pillow, propping it up behind her back by folding it in two, and then with a quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. Sharon wondered if her new husband Gordon would return to their small apartment before she fell asleep. She lay naked, beneath her gown, under the thin summer blanket on the foam rubber bed they had made for themselves and placed upon bricks and plywood. It was every bit as comfortable as Gordon had told her it would be when she had expressed doubts just prior to the marriage a few short months before. Yet, Sharon had to sigh deeply as she turned over, alone in bed, realizing that she had mentally visualized a succession of erotic nights with Gordon upon the soft foam of their new bed... nights that just hadn't materialized. Not yet anyway!
Their apartment was on the ground floor of an old building in the small upstate New York town of Blandings, and now that it was well past midnight, all sounds of passing cars had ceased, and Sharon lay in almost complete silence, except for a barely audible dripping of the faucet from the kitchen sink. It was the fourth night in a row that he hadn't made love to her, she realized, and even that last time had been a terrible disappointment. He had been so quick! If only he had waited until she could catch up to the level of his excitement!
She could feel a small, excited tingling at the tightly compressed moist place up between her soft inner thighs, there where her deep reddish brown pubic curls lay touching each other and the warm inner moisture of her expectantly waiting pussy. She wanted to reach her hand down there and touch herself, to bring to the surface the hidden excitement that pulsed desperately in her loins. But she resisted the temptation, even when she felt the hardened buds of her large, firm breasts protruding achingly against the fabric of her nightgown, wanting to be touched, to be patted, to be sucked.
"Gordon didn't even touch my breasts the last time!" she thought ruefully to herself. And yet she knew that they pleased him, even if he did make her wear dresses that hid the splendid upthrust of their curves. It was only so that they would be more secret, more special for him! Sharon had liked that, liked being a secret beauty for her husband, and at night when she let down her long hair from the severe bun she wore during the daytime at work, she felt all the more special and exciting.
Even though they teased her about it at the office, she would only smile, knowing that her plain daytime looks were only a game, a shield that would keep her charms intact for her darling new husband.
"Well, that's all well and good," Sharon thought to herself now, "If he would only look at me again!" The first few weeks of their marriage had been just as she had dreamed they ought to be. They had moved into the tiny apartment, complete with the new modern furniture they'd wanted, and had enjoyed each other's bodies with such relish that Sharon had thought herself the luckiest of all women. But those days seemed to have disappeared, and sometimes Gordon was so sullen when he returned from his job on the local newspaper that Sharon wondered what had made her marry him in the first place!
He always seemed so preoccupied, so cruel even that she had resigned herself the last few weeks to going to sleep at night without bothering to wait up for him as had been her habit in the earliest days of the marriage.
Her shapely young body missed his touch, almost more than she missed the tender sweet things he used to say to her, and Sharon couldn't help feeling bitter about it.
Suddenly she jumped up from the moist bed, her pale near-nakedness gleaming in the dark room. The svelte lines of her voluptuously curved hips and thighs moving gracefully as she went to the closet. She turned on the light and blinked as it invaded her eyes, accustomed to the dark of the room. Then she began to search out the beautiful negligee that had been part of her trousseau .. . she had worn it on their honeymoon up at Niagara Falls, and Gordon had expressed nothing but admiration for the way she looked in it. Admiration that took the form of intense ... yes, even violent lovemaking far into the nights they had spent at the motel near the falls. She examined the beige and black lacy outfit that her mother had helped her to pick out in New York several weeks before the wedding. It had been fun to have her mother help her shopping for such sexy apparel, and Sharon had found that the older woman had excellent even modern taste in such things. The revelation had brought Sharon closer to her mother than she had been in years. It seemed as if, by marrying Gordon at the ripe old age of 24, Sharon had finally done something right. Something that her mother had approved of.
Hurriedly, the young auburn-haired beauty donned the frilly negligee. There was little to it but a cape-like effect and a tight fitting bodice. But once the limp material was on, and the elegant clasp attached right between the gently heaving softness of her fully rounded breasts, it looked completely different. Sharon looked at herself in the full length mirror that was on the inside of the closet door. It was true, she looked like a princess in it, and it brought out every good point about her figure. The translucent nylon seemed almost nonexistent at the point where her large round nipples peaked, and the twin circles of brown flesh were clearly visible, and enhanced by the surrounding laciness of the negligee. The rest of it fell in soft folds that clung to her full blossomed hips and thighs, in a manner that somehow filled that triangular spot between her legs with a greater mystery than if she had been completely naked. She moved ever so slightly, watching as the light beige tone that streaked the middle of the gown betrayed the glowing auburn of her pussy, for a moment you could see it, and then you couldn't. It was a splendid gown! Tonight, Gordon would not remain insensible to her charms! Of that much she was determined.
Sharon didn't know if she could face another dull day at the office in downtown Blandings, typing business letters about nuts and bolts and screws, without some kind of recompense ... some kind of reminder from Gordon that she was still that very special person ... that wonderful sexy lady that he had married!
She moved toward the small kitchen. She and Gordon seldom drank, but tonight she would have a snifter of brandy waiting for him. She would insist that he drink some, along with a cup of the espresso coffee he liked so much. They would talk, and then they would fall happily into bed and each other's arms. Sharon felt a thrill start at the base of her spine as she thought of it and began to measure out the coffee. While it was brewing, she went back into the bedroom and took out the perfume that the girls had given her at the shower before the wedding. It was very expensive, she knew, and she loved its smell. Gordon did, too, she knew, and she placed a few drops of Madame Rochas behind each ear lobe, and then put a tiny bit between the warmth of her slightly trembling breasts. Wickedly, as an after thought, she parted the long gown which simply hung unbuttoned in luxurious folds that stemmed from the clasp at her breasts, and placed a few drops on the inside of each thigh, so that when she rubbed her legs together, the exotic scent permeated her softly throbbing pussy.
Then there was not a moment more to prepare for his arrival. She could hear footsteps on the front stoop outside. It had to be Gordon. No one else in the building had footsteps that sounded like his. Hurriedly she smoothed her long red hair and adjusted her revealing negligee. He simply could not refuse her tonight, she knew.
Gordon didn't finish turning his key in the lock. Suddenly the door was opening and he realized that Sharon had waited up for him. He was inwardly pleased. Tonight he felt like talking to her. The dark cloud that seemed to be hovering over his head recently was lifting, and he felt himself emerging from it as a moth comes from a cocoon.
"I don't know why I've been so grumpy," he was saying a while later sitting across from Sharon at the kitchen table. He sipped the hot coffee and felt its heat filling him with a feeling of well-being. The brandy made him feel a pleasant glow inside as he looked across the table toward his young wife. God, she was beautiful that night, he thought, his grey eyes gleaming with the seeds of desire that were rising inside him. If any other man were to see her, he would want her. She's definitely a prize!
Sharon blushed. Gordon was just staring at her, not saying anything, and she could tell that he wanted her .. . that her plans were going to come to fruition .. . that in a very short time she would be pressed beneath him, feeling his strong hard arms squeezing her so that she could scarcely breathe!
Her heart fluttering, she returned his gaze. He looked so handsome to her, his thin face and features were sensitive and intelligent. His short cut hair was dark and thick, and his steely grey eyes seemed to penetrate her to the very center of her soul.
"I love him ..." she thought, "I really do!" "And it's all for me ... " Gordon thought, his eyes falling to the gently protruding mounds of Sharon's breasts where they were covered by her diabolically revealing negligee. "It is all mine!" he thought, "To fuck as much as I want!" Once more he thought of all the other men in the world who would give their eye teeth to get their hands on naked flesh as creamy and smooth as he knew Sharon's was beneath her gown, on a body as ripe and fresh and young as hers. And just this thought was enough to excite him all the more
Things had not been going well for him at the newspaper and he was afraid of being fired by the editor-in-chief, a fact which he decided to keep from Sharon. No sense in worrying her unnecessarily. If he were fired, he would find something else to do, but he hoped to maintain his job as reporter on the small paper in hopes of moving on later when he had more experience to a bigger town and a bigger paper. The night shift on the Blandings Standard was not the most exciting job in the world, and Gordon's main job consisted of checking out the hospitals and police station and chasing fires, and hoping that something really interesting might happen that he could get his teeth into.
Rod Anderson, the editor, sensed his lack of interest, and resented Gordon's pretensions. "You'll never amount to anything as a newspaperman if you can't even pull your weight here in Blandings!" he'd told him more than once, when a local fire or an accident went unreported for 2 days because Gordon had spent most of his time in the Dug Out Pub without bothering to make the usual rounds.
But these problems were far from Gordon's mind right now as he looked at his wife of 2 months and reminded himself that he had a lot to be thankful for.
"Ready for bed?" he asked. "You have to be up early in the morning, you know!" he said, eagerly. He couldn't wait to get that thing off of her and feel her satiny nakedness beneath his fingers.
"Yes ..." she giggled shyly, "You're right." Hastily, Sharon began to clean the kitchen up and leave things where Gordon could find them when he woke up. By then, she would have left for the office hours before, and she hoped to make life easier for him by these small touches. She could feel his eyes on her as she stood at the counter, her back turned toward him, and she knew that he could see her plump buttocks through the sheer material. She felt embarrassed, but pleased. In a few moments they would be intertwined, body pressed to naked body in the soft foam rubber bed. She would let him know just how very much she had missed him. "Oh, Gordon!" she thought.
At last with the kitchen chores finished, Sharon hastened to join her young husband, who had already gone into the bedroom. Her entire body longed for him, she realized. It was like a dull persistant ache all over.
Gordon had already undressed and was getting into bed. Sharon hesitated. She was about to take off her gown, but she thought she would rather turn the lights out first. She reached for the switch and then in the comforting darkness began to undo the front clasp. With a soft, swishing sound, the negligee fell to the floor. It had done its job, Sharon thought, feeling the blood pounding at her temples.
"God ... I'm tired!" Gordon exclaimed, letting himself fall heavily into the bed. But Sharon was not fooled. Once she was there beside him he wouldn't be tired at all. She moved toward the bed and heard him covering his naked body with the lightweight summer blanket. Slowly, Sharon climbed in next to him, hardly daring to breathe. She felt fragile, as though the least wrong move between them would ruin everything. Then she could feel his hard masculine body next to her softness. He was on his back.
"Oh, darling" she sighed, "darling, I've missed you so much!" she kissed his shoulder with soft moist lips and wrapped one of her long silky legs around his.
The strong scent of Sharon's perfume reached Gordon's nostrils and they dilated at the pungency. The nudging pressure of her soft nakedness against him sent chills through his loins as one of her breasts brushed against his arm. He could feel his thickly aroused penis beginning to rise higher in anticipation of what Sharon might do next; and he decided to remain still only for a moment in the way of a slight experiment, to see just how far she would go.
"If Rod Anderson could see me now!" he thought, "And the fellows at the Dug Out. Wonder who's fucking them tonight! Anderson's old lady probably hasn't put out in a decade!"
Gordon sucked in his breath sharply. Sharon's hand was moving softly over his ribs. He shivered, and noted that Sharon seemed to be encouraged by this, and began to move her fingers lightly down along his side.
"MMmmm ..." he said, almost noncommittally. Usually he was the aggressor, but Sharon was evidently all worked up. Maybe he would get the best results by not fucking her so often!
Sharon felt an electric tingle running through her as her hand got closer and closer to the warmth of her husband's loins. She was frightened by what she was doing, but she didn't seem to be able to stop. Any moment she expected Gordon to stop her but he never did. She breathed shallowly next to him, a current of desire running through her as she touched the stiffness of her strong young husband's fully erected cock. She gasped and withdrew her fingers for a fraction of a moment, then boldly, she moved forward again, and closed her small hand around its hotly swollen girth, imagining the full thickness of it plunging high up inside her, touching the very depths of her womb!
A small groan of desire slipped from her lips as Gordon turned slowly toward her. She felt so grateful as he gathered her trembling nakedness against his, pressing his throbbing hard cock up against her soft, hair-covered pussy as he did so. Sharon writhed against him joyfully. It was going to happen. At last it was going to happen! Her lithe body strained all its muscles begging tightly to be possessed by him, and she clung to his neck, her arms wrapping tightly around him as she let her hips execute a slow grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Gordon's hands moved around her, smoothing along the hotness of her excitedly quivering thighs touching the nakedness of her hips the fullness of her buttocks. He pushed one hand in between their closely pressed bodies and entwined his middle finger in the ringlets of hair that surrounded her pulsingly wet cunt. Then teasingly, he slid it up between the moist folds that covered the tiny ridges of her soft quivering pussy.
"OOOOOOoooooh," the new bride moaned softly, ''Oh, darling, don't stop .. . yes ... yes ... do it like that some more ... it feels so ... good!"
Grunting slightly, Gordon continued to slide his finger back and forth causing a steady friction in his auburn-haired wife's exposed cunt as he flicked back and forth across the twitching bud of her swelling clitoris.
He thought his thoroughly aroused cock might burst as he listened to the soft cooing sounds she made, and he caught his other hand up under one firmly rounded breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked that. He began to moan along with her.
"AAAAAaaaah!" she cried out in pain, but the pain subsided quickly as her breasts tingled maddeningly from the pressure her husband had just subjected them to, and a building excitement rushed to replace the pain. She jerked against him, almost in tears, she was so excited. She wanted to beg him, to plead with him, but she held herself back. Then, Gordon's middle finger plunged downward toward the tightly pressed opening of her vaginal lips, and slid up inside the smooth dark quivering dampness.
Sharon suddenly went wild. All her inhibitions were forgotten as the intense sensation of Gordon's lewdly inserted finger made her squeal and thrash against him. First he inserted two fingers and then three.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH DARLING!!!!! DARLING!! YES .. YES .. YESSS!!" she cried.
Gordon could feel the tight clasping wetness of his young wife's highly excited pussy twisting against the expertly thrusting fingers of his hand as her softly yielding vaginal walls melted against their upward pressure. His body half covered hers now, so that she was lying beneath him as he continued the forceful upthrusting into her desire-filled inner flesh. No one would ever know she was like this in bed! he thought, feeling perspiration dripping from his forehead. No one would suspect that he could wring these beautiful sounds from her. Sharon looked so prim and, yes, even dull to the unpracticed eye, but Gordon had known what she could be like from the moment he had first laid eyes on her at the local movie theatre.
It was all there beneath the surface, waiting for him to bring it out, but even when he had shown Sharon the innate wildness of her nature, the beauty of her body, her hair, her features, he had insisted that she remain a prim school-teacher type for all other eyes but his, and she had not resisted his wishes.
He knew he would have to enter her soon. His sperm-bloated testicles were beginning to ache from the internal pressure building up inside them.
"DAMN!" he thought, "She sure is hot for it tonight!" He moved further over on top of her, looking down at her lovely passion-contorted face. It was always exciting to him to look at her while he was making love to her, and tonight was no exception. It was as if he were forming her then and there... creating a new personality by sending her into a state of uncontrollable excitation.
"OOHHHHHH .. GORDON ... OH GORDON ... OH GORDON ....!" she was moaning.
"Yes!" he said, through clenched teeth, "It's been too long!" With that he quickly withdrew his wetly churning fingers from the palpitating lust-filled channel between her slightly spread legs, and Sharon knew that he was going to enter her now. She felt a rush of unbearable desire, so great that it was almost painful; a desire to feel her new, young husband's desire-hardened cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into the soft, rolling flesh of her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to have him obliterate her, pound her to nothingness beneath him!
Gordon pressed his lips hard to Sharon's and pushed his long pointed tongue deep into her willingly open mouth as Sharon writhed upward toward him, pushing her hips pleadingly against him. The thick rubbery tip of his cock pressed at the entrance of her warmly streaming pussy as he wormed up between her legs, spreading them wide upon the bed. His narrow hips ground ever closer to the widespread "vee" of her loins and he pushed the swollen nakedness of his cock upward, feeling it slide smoothly into her, as though it were an animal burrowing into its nest. Its throbbing thickness stretched the pliant walls of Sharon's narrow vaginal passage as it sank deeper and deeper, slowly advancing into the depths of her warmly waiting belly.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She was filled by him ... taken by him. She WAS him! She felt pinned to the bed, smashed by the pleasure-giving ramrod of his long, hard penis. Stunned by the impact at first, she lay panting beneath him. He had conquered her once more and how she wanted it! How good it was!
Then the young bride went wild, her arms alternately flailing out flat on the foam rubber mattress and grasping her husband about the neck. Then, her nails were on his back, running thin lines along the length of its arched surface, trailing against him as her long naked legs snaked out and up around his back. With her powerfully motivated thighs she pulled Gordon still closer into the burning hair-lined entrance of her secret pussy-flesh.
YES, THIS WAS WHAT SHE HAD WANTED. HIS LIPS AGAINST HERS; HIS HEAT-FILLED NAKED BODY COVERING HERS; HIS MASTERFULLY POUNDING COCK SURGING HIGH UP INSIDE HER AND MAKING HER FEEL COMPLETE, MAKING HER FEEL LIKE A REAL WOMAN!
Sharon felt she could live forever as long as Gordon was there above her, taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. He rode her hard and fast now, slapping into her with all his might, and she could feel the head of his cock touching her most inner depths, pushing wildly his back.
Gordon knew it wouldn't be long now before he would have to let loose. He had to exert all his will now just to keep up with Sharon's pace. Her ravenous body egged him on, begging him for more and more with each rapidly churning thrust.
He thought he would soon go mad if he didn't ease the fullness of his balls and spurt his hot scalding cum deep into his new wife's sex-starved pussy.
"OH ... OH ... OH! OHOHOHOH!" she was gasping for air now as she felt her orgasm drawing near. It was almost there . . . almost but not quite. Just a few more seconds, a few more thrusts!
Gordon felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Something broke loose inside him and he quickly threw his hands down beneath Sharon's knees, pulling her long legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft cushions of her smoothly gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs and his lust-swollen cock slid even further up into the moistly slanted shaft of Sharon's auburn-haired pussy. HE WAS SO DEEP! Those few extra centimeters were against the spongy surface of her cervix ... the insanely excited surface fronting her womb where it lay hidden high up at the end of her vaginal channel. She was squirming and tossing beneath him. "OH HARDER HARDER HARDER!" she gasped, her heels beating into enough to do it for him, and with a cry of abandon, he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot like a ram-jet straight up into Sharon's wildly contracting cunt.
But it was too soon for Sharon. When Gordon re-positioned her legs, she lost precious ground in her struggle toward completion. She had felt herself climbing toward the peak of it and then just before she reached the blessed orgasm she so sorely needed, Gordon's scalding hot jism filled her, and his thin muscular body trembled and quaked against hers as she clung to him, still hoping against hope that she might still be able to make it... to join him in his climax. Her straining pussy milked hungrily at his rapidly deflating cock, grasping for the girth that was no longer there, until finally Gordon was still and she lay silent beneath him, as his softening penis slipped gradually from the heat of her wet but unsatisfied pussy.
Gordon breathed deeply and evenly, his head heavy and moist on her shoulder, his body limp upon hers. She blinked back the tears that wanted to come and then managed to push her new husband's totally relaxed body to the side as she wriggled out from beneath him.
To have gone this long ... she thought, and to have him function like this ... to have such a thing happen! she thought bitterly. Her heart was still pounding wildly from her mighty struggle, beating wildly in her chest sending blood rushing through her veins. Her entire body was set in motion for a climax of which she had been cheated.
Gradually Sharon's hand found its way to the soft folds of cuntal flesh hidden beneath the moisture soaked tufts of her hair-fringed pussy. Her middle finger searched out the tiny protruding nub of her clitoris. She sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surfaces. But she just couldn't bring herself to continue the gentle self-massage. The intense feelings that rushed from her quivering pussy mound remained unsatisfied, as her fingers stilled themselves and lay unmoving between her legs. Suddenly Sharon turned over and began to sob in earnest.
Being married to Gordon was turning out to be nothing like what she had expected! But there was nothing to do for it but to fall asleep beside his now snoring form. She had to get up at 8:30 the next morning at the very latest to reach the office by 9:00 a.m. There was already a lot of typing waiting for her on her desk.
Chapter Two
Bleary eyed and sleepy, her psyche all the more unbalanced since her unsatisfactory love-making with Gordon the night before, Sharon closed the front door of their apartment behind her. It was self-locking and since Gordon was still inside sleeping anyway, she didn't bother to double lock it. She didn't know quite how she was going to face the dreadful dullness of the day's work ahead of her, but face it she must if she and Gordon were going to be able to afford to put some money aside for the VW camper that they hoped to buy one day, and if they were going to live just the slightest bit above sub-standard level.
She wore her glasses already because, even though they were not tinted, they made her feel a little bit more secure in the outside world, and their heavy tortoise shell frames covered a good part of her delicate features. Her fine auburn hair was brushed back and pinned so that it would never come undone involuntarily, and she wore a sensible cotton jumper of a dark blue, the kind that didn't show dirt. Added to this, her low-heeled shoes, flatties, she used to call them in high school, made walking very comfortable indeed, and her big imitation leather bag held her lunch for that afternoon. Sometimes she made herself a sandwich and took a pear or an apple along to save money. She found that she couldn't even get out of Woolworth's without paying over $1.75 for a lunch that was still unsatisfactory in some deep underlying way.
She started down the hall of the apartment building, feeling the longing in her loins with each step that she took. She didn't even want to think ahead to the evening, her disappointment had been so great! As she walked briskly toward the front door, the door of the apartment directly next to Sharon and Gordon's opened, and a well dressed business man stepped out. He smiled when he saw Sharon, and she coolly acknowledged his presence and stood bristling with anger as he opened the front door for her, ushering her out into the pale summer morning. She walked quickly down the steps and hurried up the hill toward Broadway and her office. All the while she thought she could feel the man's eyes on her, watching her progress up the hill on "A" street.
"That Carolyn!" Sharon fumed, hardly watching where she was going. "It's getting disgusting! Every night a different man . . . and most of them old enough to be her father!"
Sharon had heard her giggling with them right through the wall, and sometimes she heard even more! "That frightful girl!" she said out loud, and several people turned to see who she was talking to.
Carolyn Carswell smiled to herself and rolled over in bed. It was a big brass bed and the springs were bouncy and uneven, but Carolyn felt infinitely comfortable in it and was still pleased that she had bought it at the second hand store over near the railroad tracks. The 19-year-old's pale blonde hair was all that stuck out above the sheet. Even in hot weather she liked to be covered, but underneath her golden tanned body luxuriated, nakedly rolling to the cooler parts of the rumpled bed.
"MMmmmmm ..." Carolyn moaned softly to herself. "He was NICE!" Her previous night's lover was someone she had never met before, and Carolyn had already found that some of her most exciting evenings were spent with total strangers. She had long since stopped explaining, even to herself, just why she had a penchant for new lovers . . . always new ones. "I just dig sex!" she had said often enough, to friends, to the person she happened to be with at the time, or to her shocked and dismayed mother, who still waited in Gary, Indiana for some word from her daughter who had gone east a full year before.
Her bronzed skin still prickled with excitement as she remembered each thrilling touch of her unknown lover's hands along the smooth hot surfaces of her naked body. Her breasts still hurt a bit from his mouth. How he had sucked her nipples .. . sucked them and sucked them until she had thought she would go out of her mind, but then he had made up for that with his deft sucking and licking down between her legs. Her golden curled pussy felt just slightly raw and she knew she was a bit swollen but she felt, Oh, so satisfied! "There's nothing like a man who knows how to suck pussy!" she thought briefly to herself as she began to think about getting up. It was still early, she knew, but she liked to take long walks in the morning, to breathe the fresh air that surrounded the small town and to take in all the interesting sights to be seen. She usually met someone nice, too, during her long walks, and she liked talking with new people as well as taking them home to her bed with her.
Carolyn's full round face gave the appearance of being nothing more than a child's, and her clothing did not accentuate the loveliness of her firm little breasts, or her soft, flat belly and well curved hips and thighs, but anyone who watched the young girl move, could divine a sensual nature beneath the self-styled fringes and folds of her dresses and pants.
After a brisk shower, Carolyn anointed her body with a special oil she had bought from the local smoke shop. "Love Oil" it said on the bottle, "To enhance your days and nights!" It smelled like strawberries and Carolyn loved it, it made her feel good, and it had seemed to please her lovers too since she'd been wearing it. It left her soft clean skin pleasantly scented, and just the least bit slippery beneath the bright orange East Indian shirt that she put on. It was a little too big for her, but the color made her feel so good that the size didn't matter too much. Her tight fitting multi-patched jeans were worn and perfect, she thought, as she slid them over her sturdy, school-girl legs.
"You're the All-American Girl!" someone had told her once, upon seeing her completely naked, leaping into the old water hole behind Farmer Joe's property. She couldn't remember quite who it was who had said it. It was either the bus driver who had given her his address once, or one of the two boys who had accompanied her home one night from the local bar, the Dug Out a few months before. But Carolyn often thought of it, and liked thinking of herself that way. She was healthy and she loved life and her body, and that included all the pleasures that life and her body could give her!
Feeling on top of the world, Carolyn left her apartment. She would spend the day at the park, she figured. She hadn't been there all week, and the animals probably missed her, she thought, especially Elfin, the deer, one of her favorites. She didn't have to go sign for her unemployment check until next week, since she'd done so the morning before, and her whole week would be gloriously free of any thought of stodgy little old ladies working away their lives behind glass windows in cubbyhole offices. The very thought of them was enough to get her depressed sometimes, but not today .. . today she was sure everything was going to go just the way she wanted it to.
She was humming as she walked out the front door, and down the steps and a bright yellow stream of sunlight struck her full on the face, illuminating it and warming her inside, as she turned up "A" street.
Guy Edwards was 17 now, and as a birthday present to himself, he had decided to leave home. Home was not so very far away at the moment, a matter of a two-hour bus drive north from Albany, but still Guy felt light-hearted and free . . . free from the stifling dark house that he had inhabited for 17 years with his mother and father. On his back, Guy had all the belongings that he thought he would need for some time. He owned two pairs of levis, one of which he was wearing, a pair of good sturdy boots, two workshirts and a levi jacket. He had only one pair of socks and a pair of jockey shorts, but he figured out that he could wash them every night. . . maybe every other night. He might just throw them away if he got tired of them. He had a horoscope book that mapped out everything for him . . . every day of the coming year, and a harmonica, with which he hoped to keep himself company if need be, for the times when he would be on the road, between stops.
Right now, he was growing a beard as quickly as he could, hoping that he wouldn't even be able to recognize himself in the mirror within a short time, and especially that his own mother, if she happened to walk past him one day, would keep on walking, never knowing that it was her darling boy who had just passed. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother ... he did, but he just couldn't stand her . . . her or his Dad either. He had never really forgiven them for not loving each other, he realized shortly before his 17th birthday, and his departure was something of a punishment. . . the child punishing the parents, even 'though he knew they would never understand it as such.
They hadn't understood it when Gordon had left home, and that had been 10 years before. Guy had been only six going on seven when his older brother was already 17. Guy could still remember the carrying on when Gordon went away, leaving Albany in search of some better place to live. It wasn't until Guy was a little older that he wondered just how Gordon had stuck it out until he was 17, but now, Guy hoped to get some answers from his big brother, and perhaps a little insight about life, since Gordon had been out in it for so long. Gordon's apartment would be Guy's first stop on what he considered the beginning of a long adventurous journey, during which he would find out all there was to know about the world beyond the dour city of Albany.
He walked slowly from the bus station glad to be out of the freezing air conditioning of the Albany-Blandings Bus. There was no rush to get to his brother's, he felt, since both Gordon and his wife worked. He didn't know that Gordon had a night shift and would be home until 3:30 p.m. So Guy decided to walk around the town and find out what the small town of Blandings was like before showing up at his brother's apartment.
Chapter Three
"Hello there, friend!" Carolyn caught up with the young man with the knapsack just at the turn to the duck pond. He looked extremely interesting to her . . . the kind of person she would enjoy talking to, and since she figured he was probably a stranger in town she hoped she would be able to help him out. Within a short time the two young people were sitting on one of the green wooden benches in the park, talking like old friends. They understood each other's desire for simplicity and directness, and enjoyed discussing various aspects of their respective philosophies with each other.
Carolyn loved looking into the boy's light grey eyes. He reminded her of someone, but she wasn't quite sure just who. His earnest face was open and honest, and Carolyn felt immediately close to him.
"Well, you have some time before you go to see your brother, then," she said, turning her big blue eyes in his direction, and letting them sweep lovingly over his face. He had only told her that later on when his brother got home from work, he would go to visit him and his wife.
"Sure ..." Guy said eagerly. He was free. He could do anything he wanted, and he had nothing but time. His brother wasn't even expecting him and he didn't even have to go to see him for days if he didn't feel like it! The pretty blonde girl was the best thing he'd laid eyes on since he could remember. His experience with girls was fairly limited... just to redheaded Abby at school in Albany, and she was such a bitch that it was hardly worth the trouble. This girl was sweet looking though, and her words were straight and true. There seemed nothing devious about her at all, and Guy found this refreshing and relaxing to say the very least. He was growing more and more excited by the fact that there were girls like this around! He had never really considered the possibility that there might be a girl as fed up as he was with regulations and hang-ups. Yet, here she was!
"Let's go get stoned, then," Carolyn suggested, merrily.
"Oh, yeah, let's!" Guy replied, and hand in hand they left the park and started toward the apartment building on "A" street. Guy didn't notice what street it was; he really didn't care. All he cared about at the moment was the little blonde girl whose hand clutched his firmly, and he kept on looking at her as they entered the dark apartment building.
"Right here ..." Carolyn said, fumbling in her pocket for the key to her door. "I hate keeping it locked," she explained as she brought him into the large sunny room, "But the super has a fit if I don't! Don't know what they're so uptight about. . . you'd think they'd let me worry about it if someone took my own things!"
Guy sat down on a brightly embroidered pillow. He guessed that Carolyn had done the hand work he saw as he looked around him.
"Actually," she was saying, "I wouldn't care if anyone took anything, I'd figure that then they needed it more than I do!" she smiled. Her big pearly teeth were so white that it made Guy think of those commercials that his mother and father were always looking at on television. But one thing was right about those commercials, Guy did find her teeth attractive. In fact, everything about Carolyn was to his liking, and now he watched her soft pink lips as she spoke to him. They were full and free of lipstick, yet they had a pleasant color of their own. Carolyn turned from him and started rummaging in a wooden box that sat on the floor near the wall. There was little else in the one-room apartment but the big brass bed, and Carolyn had furnished it with big brightly colored rugs and pillows and she had hung photographs from magazines on the walls. Guy lay his head back on the pillows and stretched his feet out on the rug. He felt more at home here than anywhere he'd ever been so far in his life.
Carolyn was rolling a thin cigarette of marijuana. He could smell the strong grass from where he was laying, and the thought of smoking it was already getting him high. He knew already that Carolyn would have the best quality grass, maybe Panama Red, or even some Acapulco Gold. And as she passed him the lit joint and he inhaled its dark brown sweet flavor, he knew that it was nothing like the stuff that they had at Stoker's High in Albany. All the kids liked to talk about smoking, and liked to brag about being high, but Guy knew from his first inhalation of young Carolyn's grass that none of them had ever been as high as he was going to get.
He felt like he was melting right down into Carolyn's rug, its bright colors were molding to him, and henceforth he would be orange and brown and red and green striped. The blue haze of smoke lifted into the sun streaks and Guy watched them curl into beautiful patterns. Carolyn was moving about the room making little sounds. The kitchenette seemed to appear from nowhere behind a wall, and then she was placing a glass in his hand. It was apple cider, and its cool taste filled his throat with myriads of flavorbuds of taste. He understood the meaning of the expression, "It just touches the spot!" with a new clarity. He laughed and told Carolyn this, and they both laughed together, the sound making them so happy that they continued laughing and laughing until abruptly it seemed time to stop.
They were silent for several long moments, and Guy was lost in a world of thoughts that kept coming one after the other, then he realized that he had said nothing for a very long time and he felt embarrassed, not being really used to the etiquette of pot smoking. It seemed natural to be silent, but an old memory of Guy Edwards' from the Stoker's High School came back to him and he wondered if he was being strange. He looked down at his glass, embarrassed, then drained it for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. Carolyn was just sitting across from him ,on the floor, passing him the diminishing joint from time to time, and now he started to feel a bit better. It was odd, but with each sip of the cool amber cider his fears were slipping further and further away. A strange confidence that he had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood. He marveled at it. All of his senses were being intensified, and there seemed to be no end to the things he could think or feel!
"It's a lot like acid," Carolyn said, "This grass I mean ... so strong!"
"I've never taken it," Guy replied. The bright orange of the blonde girl's shirt was making everything orange inside his head.
"You don't have to," she replied, "I have . . . and everything I know, I'll show you!"
It was a far out thing to say, Guy realized, and yet he knew exactly what she meant. She was to be his teacher, his guru, and he would learn many secrets from her. He was looking down at the fabric of the rug, thinking these thoughts, when he heard her making rustling sounds. Before he even looked up he felt a slight jerk from his heretofore dormant cock. Slowly, his head raised up and her bare feet and legs came into view. She was moving slowly, looking down at him, removing her shirt by lifting it carefully over her head. Her brown limbs and loins were strikingly slender and well proportioned, and she looked like a youthful water-sprite, or a goddess of some sort come down from Mount Olympus to be with him. There was no lewd or obscene movements on her part, as she stood finally completely naked before him, her high-set breasts quivering ever so slightly, her finely indented waist tapering down to the voluptuous curve of her hips. Carolyn's belly carried a fine line of blonde hair down the center, so pale that it would not have been visible but for the bright sun streaking in and catching its golden glints. And this line continued on down her softly pulsing belly to touch the wispy triangle of her hair-covered cunt.
Guy felt another jerk under his pants, and his cock began to harden at a quickening rate. Carolyn turned from him for a second, and bent to pick up her shirt and pants. She had been naked beneath them, he realized wearing not a stitch of underwear next to her skin. The full-rounded moons of her buttocks came into view, tantalizing the 17 year old boy as it gave him a completely unimpeded view of the narrow, hair-lined furrow up between her legs. He watched her with baited breath now as she walked away from him across to the bed. The cheeks of her firm but pliant buttocks jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took. There was a lithe suppleness about the young girl that exuded a sexuality that could not be ignored or denied, and Guy was awed by the fact that although she was a scant two years older than he, she seemed so much more mature and worldly than he.
He had never made love to a woman really, he thought, using the old fashioned term in his mind. Only fervent, ugly petting sessions with his sometimes girl friend, Abby, on her sofa; and once she had let him put it in her but had pushed him back out and scrambled away swiftly when she felt he was going to cum inside of her!
The full erection in his pants had risen to almost its entire height now, and the tight restriction of the material of Guy's jeans and underwear hurt as he pushed down, allowing the thickness of his young inexperienced cock to readjust itself to a slightly more comfortable position. But it only helped for a moment.
She was standing at the bed now, gazing dreamily across the room at him, and when she spoke, the softness of her voice made a velvety smooth feeling inside him.
"Guy . . . come on!"
Guy started, but otherwise remained motionless for a few seconds.
"Guy ... hey, Guy, are you there?" she called softer than ever, her total nakedness like a brilliant star before him.
"Y ... yes ... " he stammered. "Oh, yes ..." he was getting to his feet.
"Hurry, darling," she said, sitting down on the bed and making the springs creak beneath her weight. She pursed her soft lips at him and sat back slowly on the very edge of the bed. Flushed and disturbed, Guy started across the room. No thoughts of resisting her lovely appeal were in his mind, but his own inexperience slowed his steps and made him slightly hesitant. But this self doubt faded rapidly, the closer he got to the pretty 19-year-old blonde.
As she pulled him close to her sensually parted lips, and he bent down over her, still fully dressed, Guy felt a marvelous self-confidence that he had never experienced before... as though he had finally found the true strength. His emotions seemed to be on a see-saw, up one moment and down the next, but right now they were definitely up ... up like the burgeoning of his painfully swollen cock. The taste of her lips was sweet like the inner flesh of some berry, and she smelled like that, too. He felt himself grow dizzy as the hungry kiss continued, and he felt Carolyn's arms clinging round his neck, pulling him down on the bed beside her. Her sun-bronzed body squirmed against him, and he seemed to feel her nakedness even through his clothes.
"Let's get you naked, too," she said softly, when at last the kiss was over. Guy felt as though she had imparted to him secret knowledge of herself in that one kiss, knowledge that would-help him in the next few moments. The heat in his body was rising rapidly as he struggled out of his clothing. Looking down as he finally removed the last of his clothing ... his socks... he saw the thin, hair-lined lips of Carolyn's vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. A pleased smile crossed his face and he turned to her, lengthening his body out beside her on the bed. The large full mounds of her breasts stared up at him wetly, as though they had been oiled and her ripe ruby nipples glistened with their pink bud-like tips throbbing slightly as she ran her own fingers slowly across them. Guy had never seen anything so erotic as the way the twin nipples responded to his young blonde companion's touches. They perked and grew hard and stiffened and he longed to touch them himself.
"You're beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness and he could see that Carolyn's blue eyes were dilated a little from excitement and intoxication by the potent drug they had both inhaled, and it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself upon her and locking the hardness of his young male body to himself back. He knew that she wanted more from him than that, that she knew what making love was all about and that the reward would be well worth waiting for!
"You're beautiful, too!" she replied, smiling up at him. She lay quietly on her back, her arms behind her head, confident of her beauty and her power over this young boy. "You're something special!" she decided, suddenly. "Have you been with many girls?" she asked, her voice husky and low. The question did not seem an intrusion, and Guy did not hesitate to answer.
"Not enough ... not nearly enough," he replied, gazing at every inch of Carolyn's body, his eyes lingering first on those splendidly hard nipples and the soft swollen mounds of her breasts, roaming down along the gently heaving rib cage to the slender indentation of her waist. She was the most uniformly brown color of tan all over, almost as if she had been born that way, but the sparkling gold of her blonde-curled-cunt... that mysterious "vee" that drew him like a magnet... along with her straight cornsilk hair betrayed Carolyn's Nordic origins. The contrast was startling and the sight of the young girl spread naked on the bed for his pleasure filled eyes with even more lust. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips as though he had done this kind of thing all of his life. She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here ..she said, as she reached down beside the bed on her side. "Let's light up again!" Guy heard the sound of a match striking, and then they were inhaling the heady smoke once more. He had never looked forward to anything the way he did the changes that the marijuana produced in his consciousness. Everything was more, the whole world seemed a possible place to live in. They puffed in silence, alternately and then, Guy had an idea. Carolyn was already replacing the tiny remains of the joint they'd been smoking in a small ashtray beside the bed, and when she rolled toward him again, he leaned over her again and pressed his mouth tightly down against hers. The full mouthful of pungent smoke that he had retained filled her mouth and eventually her lungs as well; she was surprised at first and then delighted, and she deeply inhaled the dizzying weed.
Carolyn reached up and curled her arms around and pulled him down on top of her. One of his legs fell tightly between her open-spread thighs. She felt light as a feather beneath him, surprisingly supple and soft as though she were a cloud that he would fall right through. But her body was glued to his as though it belonged there. Together they made some sort of alien creature with four legs and four arms. Easily, she rubbed the full smoothness of her thigh up against his loins as he began to grind his lips harshly into hers, bringing his throbbing cock to what seemed an intolerable hardness.
He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the hardening tip, wetting the soft mass of her pubic hair and the under part of her belly. Carolyn continued to massage him, using her entire body with a practiced motion that made him think that he would cum right then and there. He could already feel the pressure building deep in his testicles down below! He thrust his tongue deeply into the young girl's waiting mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her pearl-white teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine.
He pulled bis head away to escape the increasingly teasing sensation, and placed his thinly bearded cheek against her hair. The sunshine coming through the window across the room was not so strong now, but there was still the bright clarity of daylight. How long he had already lingered with the beautiful young creature Guy had no idea, nor did he care. Time had no meaning, and the universe centered around the bed upon which he lay, gently intertwined with his first lover. He was momentarily distracted by shadows of people passing the window, which was open just the slightest bit from the top. He had forgotten that the apartment was on the ground floor and it occurred to him that anyone the least bit curious could press his face to the windowpane and look in to see them there on the bed.
Guy hoped that someone would. That someone else would know of the excitement and wonder that he was experiencing on the big brass bed.
Carolyn stirred next to him. He realized suddenly that she was quivering softly beneath him, and that her thighs were moving once more against his young loins.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she inquired, breathing deeply into his ear.
"Oh, God, yes!!" he answered. The lewd words coming from her mouth did not seem in the least obscene. They seemed accurate and meaningful to him and he was about to tell her so when she continued. "Then tell me ... "
"Oh, Carolyn, I want to fuck you more than anything else in the whole wide world!" he cried getting more and more excited.
"HOW, DARLING ... HOW, MY SWEET DARLING BOY?" she asked, groaning beneath him.
"DEEP!" he cried, "HARD! I want to fuck you like no one ever fucked you before! Like no one will ever fuck you again!!"
"OH GOD..." she cried, "Then do it... DO IT BEFORE I DIE!"
Her hand fell to his blood-engorged young penis as she said these words, and as she clasped it in her hand, she stared into his tormented eyes. "I like the feel of it!" she told him. "I know just how it is going to feel inside of me! Oh God I want you ... I want to feel it high up inside my cunt!"
Guy gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidly throbbing cock. He pressed his head forward and kissed her on the lips moistly, at the same time moving one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks. He cupped them and felt the beautiful full shapes he had only looked at before. Her body was warm and soft against him as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him. The odor of the oil she was wearing was maddening in his brain as her lips gave way to the harsher pressure of his teeth. She was allowing him to possess her, and the yielding softness of her entire being sent tiny chills darting over his naked skin. He groaned as the young blonde stranger crushed the full length of her hotly hungering body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him up and over her in a surprisingly strong motion. Her quivering legs opened wide to take him between them.
"Only 3:30!" Sharon looked up from her typing and turned off the dictating machine. She momentarily removed the earplugs from her ears and rubbed them as she looked at the clock. It was the longest part of the day. She looked beyond the other two secretaries in the office toward the window, but all she could see was the tops of a couple of trees across the street, and the windows of one of the apartment buildings that faced the office building in which she worked.
How she hated it! Her eyes turned to read the page she had just typed:
We would appreciate hearing from you about this matter as soon as possible. If there is any further information with which we can supply you, do not hesitate to request it of us. Our staff is always ready to be of service.
Very truly yours, B. J. Garson, Vice President Walsh and Garson Co., Inc.
She had made an error and with a groan she realized she would have to use the correct-type again. It was the hardest time of day for her because she knew that her newspaperman husband would be getting ready to leave for work about then. He would arrive at the paper by 4 if he left in the VW bug by quarter of. She wondered how Gordon felt today.
He probably felt just fine, she decided angrily. He had no idea what she was going through, and she just didn't know how to tell him! Sometimes she wondered if she had married the wrong man entirely. She had never dreamed that gay, exciting Gordon could ever be the sullen frowning grouch that he had been most of the time recently. He had changed horribly, and so suddenly that Sharon wondered if he didn't have some deep problem that he wasn't telling her about.
"A real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," she thought to herself, as she sat there, blissfully unplugged from her machine, staring out the window at the tops of the tree branches. All the other girls in the office, Shirley and Marge and even the girls in accounting had envied her marrying Gordon. He could be so charming when he wanted to be! She hated him for that, she realized now, whereas once it had seemed an asset that he was so good with people ... so friendly and outgoing, now it seemed a personal affront to her when he was so cold and silent at home.
"Of course the shift he's working doesn't help us any!" she thought bitterly. But there was nothing to do about that... not unless Sharon quit her job and that was out of the question.
Marge turned and smiled at her, and Sharon smiled wanly back. She knew that Mr. Garson was likely to come out of his office at any moment and frown at her for just sitting there for a few moments doing nothing. But she didn't care. Suddenly she stood up.
"I'm going home!" she declared.
Sharon had sick time due her, and today was one day when she needed it. She left the untyped letter on Mr. Garson's desk and gathered her things together and went home. Everyone hoped her headache would be better, and she felt just a little bit guilty about leaving Shirley and Marge to do the typing load that day, but not enough to turn back once she had reached the freedom of the outside.
"Ah!" she cried, taking a deep breath. She felt deliciously wicked. It was too late to catch Gordon, she knew, but perhaps she could go home and prepare him some wonderfully special dinner that night. She might even have time to finish that dress she had been making on the rebuilt sewing machine her mother had given her. It was a frivilous, frilly, cotton dress, one which got dirty quickly and was not good for just any old occasion. But, she might wear it that night anyway if she got it finished, and she might even reestablish some real communication with her husband, because she would be a new woman once she had it on.
"You tried that last night," a voice said deep inside her. But Sharon was so elated at having left work early that she felt a limitless wild enthusiasm. "So what?" she said to herself. "I'll try it again, only with a different twist this time!"
Carolyn crushed the young boy tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his body, eagerly exploring the secret hollows of his nakedness. His long pulsing cock was resting hard against her thighs, and it pressed into the narrow hair-lined furrow of her silken pussy. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back, and reaching under her tensely straining buttocks with both hands she pulled her tiny vaginal lips slowly apart, giving Guy's penis even greater contact with the wet sensitive secret flesh as it lay the full length of the moist gently throbbing cunt. Then Carolyn seemed to relax, dropping her voluptuous body back to the bed, holding his rigidly secret cock trapped tightly between her tender but strong thighs.
Guy emitted a strangled cry and forced his hands down between the older girl's shoulder and the mattress and then ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel her undulating against him, imperceptibly at first, and then she was moving in a slow teasing rhythm.
The tense cords of the young girls' softly working thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and Guy wondered how they would feel later, gripping around him once he had sunk the full hardness of his cock deep inside her! He hesitated, and as if to encourage him further, she murmured into his ear.
"You feel so good ... so hard..." The flatness of her belly writhed up against his, and he pushed his trembling hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly giving buttocks in the palms of his hands, so that he pulled her seeping warm pussy up closer until it was pressed tightly against him. Then he moved up and down slowly, holding his breath as the insinuating hardness of his cock moved slowly up and down the ever moistening split of Carolyn's willingly spread cunt.
"OH ... OH ... OH!" he cried, as she began a more desperate rotation up against his young, inexperienced loins, until her legs without warning snaked upward clinging to either side of his slender body, her shapely calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"Now..." she urged. "Fuck me now, darling, fuck me right now!" she moaned this into his mouth, her eyes tightly shut, as she implored him. He started to move, but the young 19-year-old moved first. Her hands thrust down between their nakedly twined bodies, and she circled his wildly throbbing cock, guiding it in between the pulsing hot lips of her silken-haired cunt. Guy groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-bloated cock up and down between her legs, parting the tender soft outer lips of her cunt with the rubbery round head of it! WHAT A FEELING! He couldn't hold back another second, and suddenly he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his incredibly aroused penis into the welcoming mouth of her lustfully waiting pussy.
"NNNNNNNmmmmmmmmnnnnnghhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, as Guy felt the warm elasticity of her seeping pussy slip wetly over his sensitively thrusting naked flesh. His hard young cock entered with a slight obscene pop and there was a long sliding wet sound as he rushed up inside her tightly clasping inner channel. He was yearning to mesh with this strange girl, to penetrate her very soul if he could, and at the moment he seemed very, very close. His hotly excited cock raced up to the highest part of her warmly squeezing cunt, up to the full depths of her flat little suntanned belly. It was soft and tight at first, aching the full length of his rock-hard penis, and then easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage surrounded him moistly and made him suddenly hit bottom, his balls slapping hard up against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOooooooooh!" she screamed, and Guy thrust harder. The pleasure between them was something real... something that he could actually create with his cock! He reveled for a moment in the incredible power that he had... that they both had, to create this thing between them!
Guy ground his desire-filled loins into the squirming softness of the teen-aged blonde's flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, lifting them both several inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. Ceaselessly, she moaned beneath his pounding young body. He was hard and lean above her, and his 17-year-old cock enthusiastically joined with her tormented by seeping cunt, making her open and close her tremulously tensed legs around his thrusting hips as she worked up and down meeting his every move. Her full soft lips were gaping wide, and her tongue hung out as she panted beneath him. Her straw-colored hair thrashed against the pillows as she flailed her head from side to side.
"OH GUY!!! OH GUY ITS GOOD ITS GOOD ITS GOOD!" her voice was low and rutting and he answered her in his own tense tones, "IS IT GOOD? IS IT GOOD? IS IT GOOD, HUH??"
Sharon was humming a little tune to herself as she let herself in her apartment. She went immediately to the windows and opened them, after noting that Gordon had not made too much of a mess in the kitchen that day. She was still humming as she unzipped her jumper and stood in her slip and stocking feet in the living room. She decided to get herself something cool to drink from the refrigerator and then she returned to curl up on the pull-out sofa that had once been the sole sleeping unit of her bachelorette apartment across town. Now it made a nice sofa for their living room, and Sharon sipped her diet-cola happily, beginning to look on the positive side of everything for the first time in what seemed much too long a while!
It was then that she heard the sounds coming from the apartment next door. She and Gordon had apartment B, and Carolyn Carswell lived in apartment A. Their living room wall shared a wall with Carolyn, and although she often moved her bed about, the big brass fixture was now firmly established against that wall.
Sharon realized that it was rare that the teen aged girl used the living room at this hour, and that in fact, the only other times she had heard Carolyn next door had been when Sharon was doing something that was unusual to her normal schedule. Since Gordon was hardly ever there, Sharon spent most of her time in either the kitchen or the bedroom, where she had installed the portable TV.
"OH NO!" she gasped aloud, her eyes growing wide with alarm as she realized just how much she could hear from next door.
"OOOOOOOOOOOh!" Carolyn cried, "Stick your finger in my ass!" "GO ON ... DO IT! DO IT" she barked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. -
Obediently, Guy reached under her and between her gyrating ass-cheeks as he continued to drive his thickening cock rhythmically into the seeping moisture of her wide-held pussy. He stretched the crevice between the young blonde's buttocks wide, searching for the little opening of her anus with the trembling tip of his middle finger. Suddenly he found it!
A tiny ruvulet of warm moisture ran down between her wide-spread crevice from the point where he could feel his hard cock sawing mercilessly into her upturned flesh. There was a obscene din beneath them as the old brass bed creaked and groaned and squealed out its complaints and the young couple bounced and churned upon it. Guy probed experimentally with his middle finger against the puckered little hole, and then he pushed hard, feeling it give way a little then suddenly the tightness of it yielded completely and his finger slipped into the small nether ring, sinking in almost to the first joint.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" it hurts ... "Don't stop ... don't stop!!!" she cried.
The contradiction of her words drove him on. He thrust again, harder this time.
"OOOOOOOOHH YES ... OH GOD HOW IT HURTS!" she cried, but she suddenly began screwing her soft cheeky buttocks back upon his hand until his finger was completely lost, sunk high inside the moistened back entrance between them. He jiggled his finger a little bit inside then rotated it as much as he could in the fleshly depths of her rectum. Never would he have thought of touching her there, and now here he was spearing in and out of both her steaming wet passages.
Guy marveled at the way his pretty young companion felt inside. He could even feel through the thin wall of flesh that separated her hotly clasping vagina and her anus the swiftly moving thickness of his stone-hard cock as it slid in and out! Urged on by his ever mounting lust, Guy began skewering the desire-tormented young blonde between his thrusting penis and his rotating middle finger, maintaining the same rhythm for each as she groaned and bucked under him. The young girl's legs opened wide out over the bed to give him even greater access to the ravishing of her lustfully aroused loins.
Guy could feel his cock thickening and growing inside of her tightly contracting wet vagina until it felt as though it were going to . burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his lust-constricted young balls. They slapped heavily against her upraised buttocks below, and it wouldn't be long now ... it wouldn't be long at all before he was going to explode! A steady stream of jibberish came tumbling from Carolyn's mouth as she writhed beneath her 17-year-old lover. She was near completion now and as he began ramming it to her with long hard strokes in time with his lewdly skewering finger in her rectum, she grew more and more excited. She gurgled beneath him and then began to open and close her strong brown thighs around him in time to this long hard thrusts up into the moist depths of her battered pussy.
"OOOOOH IMMMMMM CLOSE ... IMMMM CLOSE ... IMMM ALMOST ... OH FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER THAN THAT HARDER ..'. HARDER ... HARDER!" she wailed, chanting and mumbling and spurring him on with the pounding of her feet high on his arching back. Her legs were jacknifed up tight now, pressing her knees all the way back onto the brown swollen mounds of her breasts and the pressure on the sensitive softness of their flesh added to her raging frenzy. Her blue eyes rolled uncontrollably and her face was contorted and straining for the final moment that was so near.
He continued his merciless thrusting with all of his might, and then suddenly she coughed up at him, " O O OOOOOOoo oo oooh ITTTTTSSSSS CUMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGM! IIIIIMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGG!" Her thighs pulled back tighter until the whole of her stretched pink pussy was presented up to the lusty 17-year-old to pound and use as he wished. Her trim ankles locked over his shoulders as her desire-inundated pussy squirmed desperately beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance that almost frightened him.
"GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
But it was happening for him, too, and just as a low banshee scream formed on Carolyn's strawberry colored lips, piercing through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together, Guy felt great swirls of heat building deep, deep in his balls and the muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure. He groaned, over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. A deep gutteral sound started from his chest as he felt his hot sticky sperm race from the warmth and safety of his protective testicles and begin spewing in hot thin streams into Carolyn's wildly contracting cunt. His hands tangled cruelly in her long blonde hair as he emptied the white-hot sperm into the dark wetness of her pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"
Carolyn's nostrils flared wide as she screwed her loins upward onto his thickly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her hungrily thirsting pussy jerked and sucked spasmodically against Guy's taut belly.
"Oh you gave it to me ... you did ... didn't you?" she gasped.
Beneath him the 19-year-old girl held her breath for a long moment, and then let it loose, her nakedly satiated body collapsing limply down onto the mattress. There she lay still beneath his heaving hardness, her tingling cunt still locked tightly around his spent cock. Guy pushed deep, deep into her for a moment and then lay quiet on top of her, filled with a stunned joy that was etched deep upon his consciousness.
Next door, Sharon collapsed upon the sofa in tears. Raging and sobbing violently. Then, belatedly, she jumped up and ran into the bedroom, where she jumped under the covers and continued her body-racking sobbing. Every cry and every bounce, every tormented squeak of the bed next door had been dinned into her shocked listening ears, and now she was filled with an intimate knowledge of her next door neighbor's life that she never would have wanted to have. The worst was that she recognized her own tormented reaction for the dismayed jealousy that it was.
"SHAMEFUL ... OH ITS SHAMEFUL!" she cried to herself under the covers, but she knew that she would give anything... almost anything to know the same kind of mindless bliss with her beloved husband.
Chapter Four
"Gordon 'Edwards? You mean your name is Guy EDWARDS?" Carolyn asked, her face brightening as she looked down at the nakedly reclining boy beside her.
"Yes ... do you know him?" Guy asked.
"KNOW HIM ... HE LIVES NEXT DOOR!" she exclaimed ecstatically.
"Far out!" Guy excalimed. Nothing at all would surprise him now. It was all fitting into place so smoothly, so easily, just as his young body fit into Carolyn's perfectly, with a precision that must have been predestined.
"That means we can see each other all the time!" she cried, jumping up from the bed. It was almost twilight, and Carolyn peered out the window trying to determine what time it might be by what was going on outside. Guy lay back on the bed watching the splendid smooth surfaces of her golden buttocks as she moved away from him.
"That is ... if you want to ... " she added shyly, almost coyly. \\
"WANT TO?" he asked. "I may never leave your apartment!"
Looking down he could see the tall tower of his thick young cock. His foreskin slid easily down with a slight pressure of his thumb and forefinger, and he could feel the chills rippling along the back of his spine again.
"Come ..." he beckoned with his finger, his face already bearing the tell-tale signs of his arousal. His cock was still wet from the moisture of Carolyn's orgasms ... two or three; he couldn't tell anymore how many she'd had in their continuous romp on the bed. He looked at' it glistening dully before him in the rapidly fading light.
He groaned. "Come sit on me again!" he said softly.
Carolyn moved toward her young lover again, slowly at first and then eagerly, as she too yearned to feel his hardness far up inside her tender body. His experience and expertise was growing by the second.
"I don't think your sister-in-law comes home for a few hours anyway," she said, "And Gordon works the night shift!"
It was well after dark when Sharon finally roused herself from a fitful sleep beneath the covers. She realized with a start that her upset over the antics next door had made her lose sight of all her plans for the night with Gordon. Feeling bedraggled and with a terrible sadness inside her, she got up and looked around her.
She was completely disoriented, and her auburn hair was tangled and her body perspiration-soaked from being beneath the stuffy covers. After taking a shower, the young wife realized that if she hurried she might be able to get something interesting for dinner that night from the store at the corner. She put on a pair of slacks and a blouse. It was an old one, but nobody important would see her anyway, only old Mr. Stone at the grocery store, and he couldn't care less what she looked like.
"Seems to be my lot in life," she thought sullenly, as she went into the living room. Mercifully the sounds had stopped and there was silence next door. She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself.
"I guess it was pretty silly of me anyway ... getting so upset about a thing like that! After all, what that girl does is her own business." She made a note anyway to speak to her the next time she saw her about the thinness of the walls between their two apartments.
Feeling a bit better now that she had faced the odd situation squarely, she opened the door to her apartment and stepped out. Fifteen minutes later bearing a shopping bag filled to the brim with groceries, lettuce for a salad, two small individual steaks, a bottle of red wine, frozen spinach and frozen strawberries and frozen rolls to bake in the oven. Sharon opened the door of the small apartment building on "A" street. She had gotten so carried away by her shopping that she hardly thought about what might be going on behind Carolyn's door now. Nevertheless she walked a different way when she passed it. Tighter, somehow, and faster.
She was alarmed though just as she was turning the key in her lock to hear the door opening just down the hall, and upon turning to see Carolyn's tousled blonde head sticking out the door.
"THERE SHE IS!" Carolyn cried. "Hi SHARON ... GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" she grinned at the older woman.
Sharon almost ran into her apartment, but then she remembered that there was really no need for her to be frightened of this young blonde girl, even if she was a promiscuous little tart! She, Sharon, was after all a grown woman... 24 years old, and respectably married to boot. She stood motionless, her mouth gaping. She had no idea what the girl was talking about, and she still felt flushed over being called by her first name by someone she didn't even really know! Carolyn's head had disappeared and the door to apartment A closed slightly but not all the way, and Sharon started to go inside her own apartment. But suddenly there was motion at the-door again, and a young boy came out. Sharon noticed with some embarrassment that he still seemed to be adjusting his clothes!
"Have they no shame at all?" she inquired of herself, using a phrase that had once been her mother's whenever the older woman saw pictures of what the so called "hippies" were doing all over the world.
"Hi..." the young boy said, shyly, and Sharon looked at him, puzzled as to why she was being made to meet this person who had just been cavorting so lewdly with her next door neighbor. But even while she was thinking this, and even before he spoke, she was noting something familiar about him. Something around the eyes. There was something ...
"You don't recognize me ... " Guy said, and put his hand up to his sprouting brown beard.
And then she did. She had only seen him once, and that had been a year before. He was already taller and very, very different from the thin adolescent who had run from the dark house in Albany to wave good-bye to them over and over as they drove down the street. It had been the only time that Sharon had met Gordon's parents, and she had the feeling that nobody involved had looked forward to it, and that the actual meeting had been painfully awkward at best.
"I'm Guy!" he said, smiling and making a move toward her.
Sharon fought a sudden impulse to turn again and run inside and lock the door to her apartment and never come out again. She smiled, letting the smile warm to a special greeting to cover her upset. Her hands fluttered a little and she stammered, setting the shopping bag down on the floor of the hall.
"WHY ... YES ... GUY ... B ... But What... ?"
Guy laughed, and Carolyn stuck her head out from the doorway again. She was wearing some kind of Mu-Mu that was loose and flowing, and Sharon knew that the young girl was completely naked beneath its folds.
Carolyn laughed too, a startling bird-like sound, and Sharon almost cringed away from the two of them as they gave their explanation of what had happened.
"Guy's been waiting here for you to get home from work!" Carolyn cried.
"I just thought I'd say hello ... maybe stay with you a couple of days, if that's okay!" Guy said, earnestly.
"We ... well ... come in!" Sharon stammered, starting in the door. She had never been caught so off balance before in her life. She didn't want to invite that girl into her house. She didn't even really want Guy to come in, but he was her husband's little brother, after all. However, under the circumstances she would have to invite them both in.
Sharon was relieved to hear Carolyn refuse. "NO ... you two talk family. Guy, I'll see you later, baby ... for SURE!" Carolyn blew a kiss at young Guy and disappeared into her doorway. Sharon led the way into the living room of her apartment. Words were tumbling from her lips, but she really wasn't thinking about what they were actually saying.
"Come in and sit down, Guy. Gordon won't be home until after midnight... he's been working so hard lately on this night shift. I hope its over with soon. Have you had dinner... I can get you something. Something to drink. I guess you'll have to sleep out here ... this sofa bed is very comfortable ... I used to have it in my apartment before your brother and I got married. I guess I'm saying it like it was a long time ago ... it was only 2 months ago, wasn't it?"
Too soon for visitors ... she thought... even from family!
She had been putting away the groceries when suddenly she stopped chattering. She turned and saw that Guy was sitting on the sofa looking at her oddly. She realized that she didn't even know if he had said anything since they'd entered the apartment. Then, she was aware of the old, tight faded slacks she was wearing and the blouse that hung loosely, showing the full firm roundness of her breasts in a revealing way, a way of which she knew Gordon would never have approved.
She flushed a bright red, and suddenly excused herself, running into the bedroom. Once there, she realized that she was very near to tears again. How could he have been in there doing those things with a girl he hadn't even met before that morning!!!??
She tried to calm herself as she put on a short house dress. It was very comfortable and covered her ample curves quite adequately as well as being easy to wash and easy to get on and off with its front zipper. Sharon had ordered three of them in different colors from the Ward's catalog. She pulled her long, reddish-brown hair back tight again and returned to the living room.
She saw that Guy was standing looking down at the record player. He seemed to have gotten himself something to drink from the kitchen.
"You ... you can play anything you want," she said, feeling terrible for having already acted so strangely with the boy. He seemed so young ... so innocent. She knew that he was only about 16 or 17. What had gotten into her anyway!!?
"I hope I haven't bothered you by coming like this ..." Guy said. "I mean without letting you know ..."
"Oh, no ... no, of course not..." Sharon lied, moving to sit on the couch. She wanted desperately to be able to act naturally and kept trying to think of natural things to do. She folded her hands across her legs which were tightly closed together in front of her as she sat.
"You ... you're always welcome, Guy."
Guy looked at his sister-in-law. She was up-tight about something but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. He supposed he ought to have dropped Gordon a note, but then he had made his decision about leaving overnight and there just hadn't been time. He hated talking about things on the phone and besides he hadn't wanted to put the toll call on his parent's bill.
"I left kind of sudden!" he said by way of explanation.
"So ... you're on your own now?" Sharon asked, politely. How would she ever pass the time until Gordon got home she wondered.
"Looks that way..." he replied. "Say, Sharon, you wouldn't mind if I just lie down for a while would you. I'm asfully tired, and I want to be able to talk to Gordon when he gets in!"
Sharon bristled at the mention of how tired he was. She knew all too well how tired he must be! But she was glad to suggest that he sleep on the couch while she retired to the bedroom.
"We'll all have a late supper together," Sharon said. "I usually get up to be with Gordon then anyway," she added, then blushed as she thought she might somehow be betraying her frustration, her totally unsatisfactory marriage to Guy's older brother.
"Great!" Guy replied, and turned over on the couch after stretching his long legs out and yawning sleepily.
Sharon returned to the bedroom and shut the door.
"Wow, what a surprise!" Gordon was still saying it, even though he had come home two hours before and they were all now finishing up a late supper of beef Stroganoff and salad. Sharon had cut the steaks in strips to make enough for all of them and had added canned mushrooms and sour cream, serving it all over noodles. She sat sleepily at the round table trying to maintain an expression of polite interest as she listened to the two brother's discussing endless details about Albany and life at home. Sharon realized that the two men hardly knew each other, and that this was in effect their first meeting on any kind of equal basis. Guy had been a child when Gordon left home, and now he was almost a man.
"Man enough," she reminded herself bitterly, "to go at it like that with that little whore next door!"
"Yeah ... well you know how Mom is ... " Guy was saying, and Gordon reared back in his chair and laughed out loud. "DO I EVER!!?" he roared. The wine was almost gone, and Gordon had gotten a six-pack of beer from the corner. Sharon cleared away the table and tried to hum to the record that Guy had put on the record player. She had put on a long skirt and a black cotton top, and had tried to make her hair as severe as possible. She had even considered wearing her glasses to dinner, hoping to claim eye fatigue, but decided against it.
She felt totally neglected by them though, as though she were some kind of third wheel. Most of what they were saying was not the slightest bit interesting to her. Gordon had hardly looked at her since he walked in the door. The way things were going, it looked as if she would have to go to bed soon in order to get up early in the morning, and the two of them would stay up laughing and drinking beer half the night! Then to her surprise, as she passed the table to set out new glasses for the beer, Gordon patted her on the buttocks. She was shocked by the action, and tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, but Gordon called attention to it by doing it again.
"Been talking with the little woman?" he asked. "She's something, isn't she?" Sharon smiled nervously and tried to pull away in a good natured manner as her husband clasped her around the waist and hugged her to him.
"He's had too much to drink!" Sharon thought, her face flushing once more. She squirmed a little letting it be known that she would rather not be held, but Gordon held her firm. He looked up at her and his face glowing from the effects of wine and beer, said to her, "Say, honey, can I let your hair down ... ?" he laughed at the truth of his own pun. "Guy's a member of the family, and I want him to see what a good looking chick his older brother married!"
Sharon was so surprised that she said nothing, her lips setting in a tense line as she felt Guy's eyes appraising her. Then she felt Gordon reaching up and undoing the back of her hair, and before she could adequately protest, the long amber locks were flowing softly and voluptuously to her shoulders.
"Now take a look at that... look at the difference! Can't very well let her go out in the streets looking like that, can I?" Sharon was mortified. It was with a great deal of difficulty that she kept back the tears from her dark eyes. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of property, some livestock in which he had invested, and of which he was very proud! And worse, young Guy was looking at her in what she took to be a new light, now that she was "transformed" by the change in her hair-style. The same young boy who had so appreciated that girl Carolyn's looks that he had done those disgusting things and made those hideous noises for hours next door... was looking at her!
"She's something else!" Guy agreed, using his youthful hip terminology.
Gordon made a funny noise in his throat and then said, "Yeah ... you got to get you one of these some day soon!"
Sharon twisted abruptly away from her husband. Never had she heard him use such crude language in referring to her, and it pained her deeply, even though she knew he was slightly drunk. It was especially upsetting because his younger brother was there. She did not want that young boy to think of her as a woman at all, after what she'd heard him doing. She only wanted to go to the bedroom and never come out again as long as he was there! She made her excuses hurriedly, and dashed into the bedroom, where she collapsed on the bed. She thought at first that she was going to cry. But her eyes were strangely dry. She kept them wide open and lay there for a long time, listening to the sounds of the two men's voices as they continued to talk in the other room. She felt something odd happening inside her, a new attitude forming, a new way of seeing and thinking about her husband. It was frightening, but the as yet unformed thoughts kept circling in her confused mind, until she gave up and began to think about how safe and wonderful it had really been in those days when she had still been living with her mother ... before the loneliness of her "bachelorette" apartment in town and before ... she couldn't even find the adequate words, but finally stumbled upon one ... "emptiness" ... before the emptiness of her two-month-old marriage with Gordon.
It seemed a long while later, when Gordon came in and shook her awake. She sat up groggily and went to change into her nightgown while Gordon stripped and got under the covers. Before she had even returned to bed her new husband was sound asleep. How she hated that! To have to get into bed beside his inert sleeping form. He could at least wait until she got into bed and say good-night to her! Later Sharon was to wonder what made her do it, but at the moment it had seemed a simple, almost a normal thing to do. She decided to take a look in the living room to see if between them they had found the covers for Guy's bed. She was still tormented by the alternating nature of her emotions, and her fundamental sense of courtesy and hospitality kept cropping up to remind her that she was being neglectful. She moved into the darkness of the living room taking a tentative step forward, because she could see nothing. Then she stepped forward again. Her eyes adjusted themselves to the dark and suddenly she could see that Guy was not there! The bed hadn't even been turned down! Instantly, Sharon knew where he was and without even thinking her anger consuming her so that she started trembling, she moved quickly in her bare feet, her short white nightgown swaying around her naked young body underneath. She reached the wall behind the sofa and knelt up on it, placing her ear to it and steadying herself with one hand against the back of the sofa.
"Suck me ... baby, suck me!" she heard as clearly as if she had been in the same room with them. "OOOOOOOhhhh HONEYYYYYY ... YYEESSSSSSSSS ... NICE AND SOFTTTT ... LLIKE THAAAAAAAT!" There followed the sounds of bodies squirming on the bed and the soft creaking of the springs.
"MMMMMMMMMmmmm____OOOOOOooo."
It was Carolyn of course, Sharon's 19-year-old blonde neighbor, and Sharon knew without a doubt that her husband's younger brother was in there with her!
"OOooh GUY BABY! SUCK ME SUCK ME SUCK ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! OH I CAN HARDLY STAND IT IT'S SO GOOD! MMMMMMMFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNGH!" There was further squirming noises and Sharon squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as though she could block out the lewd images rioting in her mind... the picture of Carolyn nakedly thrusting her hips upward, pushing her straining loins higher and higher against the lapping sucking wet mouth of the young 17-year-old boy!
Tears came now, creating streaks down Sharon's soft cheeks, and making a sour bitter feeling inside her head that was the start of a terrible aching in there.
"I have to do it to you now! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER! YOUR PUSSY TASTES SO GOOD!"
"Then come on, lover, come and fuck me. Slip it in ... slip it aaaaall the way IN!"
There was a loud bang directly against the wall, and Sharon jumped back. Her ear actually had been hurt by the forceful impact. A loud wail of pleasure came through the wall, and Sharon slid down on the sofa, her eyes open now, staring sightlessly into the dark livingroom.
In the next room her new husband slept peacefully. Tomorrow morning he would sleep too, while she got up to go to work. He would sleep probably until her working day was almost over, and then he would awaken refreshed and . bright.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooh OH OH OH OH OH!" Carolyn's lustfully excited voice expanding directly through from her apartment next door. There was a steady knocking and banging against the wall now, and what was worst of all it would stop for a second and then take up again.
Sharon knew it meant that they were shifting positions in there, or that they had stopped to explore some particularly good feeling further before continuing. That Carolyn was feeling Guy's youthful penis high up inside against her womb, that Carolyn was receiving more pleasure than Sharon had felt in a long while. More pleasure perhaps than Sharon had ever felt, from the sounds the blonde girl was making!
The strain was getting to be too much! Sharon sat despondently upon the couch, feeling a desperate longing welling up within her. She wanted to be held tightly, protectively in Gordon's arms, to feel his muscular body pressed against hers, to know that he would take care of her! She felt sad and angry at the same time, and it was the most terrible feeling that she had ever known.
Sharon cupped her hands under her breasts, blushing and perspiring there in the darkness on the sofa, her ears filled with the obscene sounds coming from the next apartment. She felt a surging thrill mounting in each full breast as she reached beneath her short nightgown and touched their tips, beginning to twist their berry shapes until sensation raced from them, spreading to all parts of her nakedly trembling body beneath the gown; it touched her gently sloping belly and raced through her loins and Sharon pressed her thighs softly together, thereby increasing and holding the excitement she felt there.
"OOOOhhhhh!" she sighed, "I need it... I need it!" She was embarrassed by the sound of her own voice, and she stopped her moving fingers on her tensed, swollen breasts only for a moment, though. Then she started again.
The bumping and the scraping against the wall had momentarily stopped, and Sharon visualized them in there, naked bodies pressed tightly and hotly together, Carolyn's full brown thighs spread wide as Guy lay up between them, both drenched in a pool of sweat as they felt the lingering traces of orgasm between them.
"I have to!" she thought, "I just have to!" Sharon lay back upon the couch, pulling her gown all the way up so that it formed a ring above her tensely heaving breasts. Heat seemed to permeate her body as the cool smooth sheets of the sofa-bed touched her naked buttocks and back. She lifted her legs up a little, bending her knees and keeping just her feet planted on the sofa. A coolness rushed down between her quivering white thighs, and she shuddered. A wave of sensuality began its sinuous path through the core of her being, and Sharon twisted and turned on the sofa, moaning softly as in the grasp of the desire mounting within her fluttering belly. She wasn't touching herself at all now, her arms lay flat against her sides, her fingers clenching and unclenching against her palms. She was beginning to imagine her husband's lust-hardened penis heaving up into her, parting the softness of her vagina, rising, rising...
"Ooooooh!" she moaned in spite of herself, as one hand went suddenly down to her rapidly moistening desire-filled pussy. Her other hand went to the softness of her breasts, massaging and kneading with a sure steady motion. The young bride's fingers parted the soft wet curls of pussy hair and slipped into the shallow crevice that housed her tiny clitoris. It was Gordon touching her, she pretended... Gordon loving her!
There was a great commotion next door that taxed Sharon's imagination but the sounds were of such a nature that she could no longer control herself. A loud slamming and banging commenced and the bedsprings on Carolyn's big brass bed squeaked horribly.
"LIKE THIS ... AND THIS? AND THIS??? OR DO YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT? AAAAAAAAH! OH SHITTTTTT!"
"Oh Gordon!" Sharon moaned, listening with all her soul to the wicked sounds. "I wish ... oh, how I wish ..." Her hands became her husband's lewdly groping hands, as she tickled and flicked at her swelling pink clitoris, making it rise like a tiny cock, reddened and ready to explode with tingling sensations. Sharon's back was arched as the warm excitation flooded her streaming wet pussy with lubricating juices. Her head turned from side to side, her face contorted with the strength of her emotions; and all the while it was Gordon making love to her, his weight pressing on her, his surging thick cock filling her, stretching the sides of her tight hair-lined cunt!
Then suddenly Sharon stopped her frenetic masturbation. It just wasn't enough! It wasn't enough at all!
All at once she knew just what she had to do. She felt shameful, but determined. She just had to satisfy her need, and she would find a way! She hurried toward the kitchen, her mind working rapidly, and she began to hurriedly rummage through the drawers and cabinets, thinking all the time, What could she use????? Then she remembered. She opened the refrigerator door and bent down to the vegetable bin. Her own husband had given her the idea, she realized as she looked into the bin. Could she really do it? she wondered briefly.
She could still hear Gordon's voice uttering the phrases that had embarrased her at the time as he toyed with his salad one Sunday when he was off from work.
"Did you know that you can tell what kind of instrument a woman likes by the way she picks out cucumbers!" he had said, laughing.
"Instruments ...?*' What do you mean ... ?" And then she had understood and blushed, and ever since then she had felt that everyone was watching her when at the market she picked them out. Sometimes she didn't even feel them, although she knew she ought to. It was just too disconcerting! And then they put oil on them that made them feel almost disgusting!
But there were two large cucumbers in the vegetable bin now, and deftly, without thinking about it further, Sharon picked up the larger of the two and closed the refrigerator door. The vegetable felt cool and hard in her hand as she scurried barefooted across the floor. It felt comforting. Already she was wondering how it would feel... what it was going to be like. But she already had a pretty good idea! Her eyes shining lustfully, she felt a surge of delight at her own lewdness as she lay back on the sofa, spreading her smoothly tapered legs as she breathed heavily, and listening to the soft sobbing and cooing that was now coming through the wall to her burning ears.
She concentrated on the feel of the obscene object in her right hand and gasped as she let it hover above her widespread vaginal lips. Slowly she brought it to the quivering entranceway to her auburn-fringed pussy, where the cold hard tip sent a chill of shock through her. It was so cold! But the oil on it had given it an almost human feel, and its blunt end was cooling the fervently heated area of her feverish cunt. Her original shock turned rapidly into a perverse thrill at what she was doing, and she grunted and pushed the hard vegetable inward.
At first it would not go in, but as she began to work it sideways a little, her lips a thin line of determination as she arched her whole body to the task. Her white cotton gown fell midway across her lewdly jiggling breasts in a crumpled mass as the blunt end of the cucumber became further moistened by her own cuntal juices. With her left hand, Sharon reached awkwardly between her widespread legs and parted the tiny petal-like pussy-lips wider still. Then it slid a little way in and stopped. "OH MY GOD!" Sharon cried. The lewd instrument did not give at all like a real penis would, it just lay hard and uncompromising just within the warm moist softness of her sex-starved vagina. But there was a burning desire higher up that made Sharon continue her solitary task. She would not give up yet! She tried hard to relax the tight circular ring of muscles inside her desperately straining pussy and opened her long white thighs wider to accommodate the swollen girth of the cucumber. It began to slide slowly inside her narrow channel, creating the strangest but most pleasure-filled sensation of friction that Sharon had ever known. It moved along the sides of the hungry wet tightness of her yearning young cunt as the pretty auburn-haired bride pushed steadily upwards, letting the enormous fake cock slide to the very end of her thickly stretched vaginal passage. She lifted her trembling buttocks up just the slightest bit from the couch and felt the huge cucumber touching the very end, pressing hard and now no longer cold, pushing against the entrance to her womb.
It felt incredibly good! Better than anything she had felt in a long time, and it would have been completely satisfying if it had been real, but it wasn't. She was very aware of the fact that she was only making love to herself because her husband had been lacking in that field.
But Sharon's desire made her force these thoughts of her sleeping husband to the back of her mind. She began to respond more and more to the frantic fantastic feeling of the firm unyielding cucumber buried deep inside her trembling hot pussy. Her clutching fingers pushed it in with all the strength she could muster and she gave a loud grunt at the impact and then began to rotate her hips upward, screwing herself to meet her own thrusts with the make-believe cock. She bucked and jumped about on the couch, crooning to herself as her hands worked feverishly, pushing the rock-hard cudgel further and further in.
If anyone had been able to see her they would have thought she had gone completely out of her mind. And Sharon did feel crazy as she held the unlikely sex object hard and fast, unaware that she was hurting herself, only wanting to feel more and more of it, to attain the release of the orgasm she had been denied for so long. Staccato grunts and groans escaped from her twisted hps and her teeth bit softly down on her sensually protruding tongue. Deep in her warmly writhing belly, Sharon could feel a curious mixture of pain and stimulation combined with a feeling of guilt that was rapidly being replaced by a hidden satisfaction with her own inventiveness. Her own wantoness!
After all if her own husband wouldn't make love to her didn't she have every right to satisfy herself? It was her body ... not HIS ... even though he liked to think of her as belonging to him! But then she would yearn for him again ... want to be his, to use magic to turn this hot object churning between her quivering thighs into her own Gordon's heavily burgeoning cock!
"MY GOD!" she groaned, "MY GOD!" There was utter silence next door, but Sharon knew that they were occupied with each other, that they would begin again in a few seconds ... that the marvelous completeness of their two bodies would rub and rub against each other in outrageous coupling. She began to make short jerky motions like an animated doll, murmuring incoherently and gasping, choking out Gordon's name as tears spurted from her eyes at the excruciating pleasure emanating from the battering that her sex-starved little pussy was receiving far up between its stretched-taut hair-lined lips.
The tormented young bride half hoped that her husband would come into the living room to find her so lewdly spread-eagled on the couch like that, that he would come in and take the obscene cucumber from between her legs and climb on top of her and insert his long hard cock into her desperately contracting pussy. But he didn't come, and she knew he wouldn't. He was a very sound sleeper and nothing would wake him until he was ready to be awakened. She remained alone with her obscene lust-object, her voluptuously rounded breasts heaving and bouncing, her hair undone and soft and shiny, tangling in long auburn swirls around her head and shoulders on the living room couch. A great pressure was building in her loins and she could think of nothing but the agonizing fury of pleasure bursting within her. She lost all cognizance of the lustfully entwined couple next door. Her young brother-in-law and the promiscuous 19-year-old girl were forgotten as the thing between her legs seemed to be bigger and harder with each long thrust she gave it.
"GORDON ... GORDON ... GORDON ..." the unhappy young housewife mumbled. She was trembling all over from the emotion and the effort of her nervous hands on the thickly plunging instrument of her desire. "MORE ...MORE... NOW... NOW!" she kept on saying as the knobby chunk of the cucumber dug into her vulnerable pussy flesh. It seemed to fill the whole of her belly with its evil presence.
Then, as if someone had ignited a spark high up inside her hotly pulsating cunt, every inch of her nakedly writhing body was afire, and she felt the heat of it consuming her. It raged on out of control, spreading and creating a bright flame of pleasure and sparkling hot lights glowed and burned brightly inside of her. Blood was rushing from her head to her convulsing loins, leaving her dizzy and giddy with fulfillment. It was building and building ... enormously, overwhelmingly. It was shattering her and she was flying in all directions at once. Then it was all pure happiness, and she felt herself soaring above the clouds, or was skimming along the surface of the water, surfing before the crest of the waves that carried her along at a maddening pace.
"AAAAaaaaaammmmmmnnnnooooOOOOH!'' She could feel the heated wetness seeping from within her and streaming down the huge artifical cock ... trickling slowly down the soft outer crevice of her wildly clenching buttocks.
Tears of relief were flowing now as Sharon dropped back onto the moisture dampened sofa. Her breath came in hoarse uneven gasps as the powerful sensations slowly subsided leaving her nakedly quivering body weak and limp from exhaustion.
Through the ringing in her ears, Sharon gradually was able to hear the sounds again. Steady rocking sounds, the bumping of hard upthrusts by her brother-in-law Guy's young lust-hardened penis, as he rammed it all the way up into Carolyn's yielding blonde pussy.
Sharon trembling all over now and, suddenly cold, staggered up from the couch. She felt dirty and somehow lost as she took the hideous object that had just made love to her only a few moments before, from between her quivering and satisfied thighs and carried it to the trash.
"Oh Dear GOD ..." she shivered, as she went into the dark bedroom and her sleeping husband's snoring reached her ears. "Oh Dear God, help me!"
Chapter Five
Guy smiled down at the flushed and excited young girl who lay beneath him on the sofa. Carolyn giggled.
"You'd better let me go, Guy!" she cried, "Or at least we'd better go to my place. Its been fun here, but your sister-in-law should be getting home soon!" She was half naked, wearing nothing but a brief pair of nylon panties that barely covered the big soft mounds of her buttocks and the tight triangle of blonde pussy hair in front.
"Get your hands out of my pants, sweetie, or I'll cum all over you again!" she gasped as Guy continued his obscene fingering up beneath the loose elastic crotchband of the panties.
"So what?" he said, "She might get a charge out of seeing us like this!" he said, reaching further inside to smooth the young blonde's cunt with his fingers. He didn't seem to ever get enough of her, and it had been days now since he'd first arrived in Blandings. Guy thought it might be a while before he felt like moving on, with Carolyn so close all the time.
"She looks like she needs a charge!" Carolyn said, moaning just the slightest bit.
"You think?" Guy asked. "Yeah... I guess she seems pretty uptight all right. But sometimes she's nice. And as for a charge, what about that night we heard her carrying on in here ... right on this couch. She was carrying on so much we could hear her right through the walls. Gordon must've been really throwing it to her!"
"Maybe not..." Carolyn said. Guy had stopped rummaging inside her panties, and she sat beside him on the sofa. The young boy sat beside her, absent mindedly fingering her alert little nipples while they talked. He had already put on his pants after their lovemaking there on the sofa, but had not yet donned his shirt.
"What do you mean, maybe not?" he inquired curiously.
Carolyn sat thinking about what she'd said, before replying. She remembered all too well the night that Guy had come to see her. Early in the morning actually, it had been almost 3:30 A M. They had had quite a time of it already when the sound of passionate groans had come through the wall during a lull in their frenzied lovemaking. They had both been shocked to recognize Sharon's voice, and they had speculated as to why the married couple had come to the sofa to make love rather than staying in their own bed. But the speculations had ended shortly when they had become so excited by the sounds that they had to make love again. By the time it was over, there were no more noises coming from Gordon and Sharon Edwards' apartment, and they had each more or less forgotten about the incident. Now, however, they were both thinking heavily of it, and Carolyn recalled how strange it had been not to ever hear Gordon's own voice at all during the fury of excitement that had obviously been taking place.
"Maybe," she said slowly, "maybe Sharon was doing it to herself!"
"You're kidding!" Guy said. He had never really thought about girls doing it to themselves. But now that he thought about it, he supposed that they did sometimes.
"Wow!" he said, enthusiastically. "You mean she could have been doing it to herself and making all that noise!"
"Sure ..." Carolyn said, "But I may just be making that up ... I mean maybe Gordon was with her even though we didn't hear his voice!"
Guy felt his young cock thickening at the thought.
"I'll bet she was alone!" he cried, "My brother was ready to pass out when I left him to come over here. And say, maybe she heard us, too!"
The discussion was abruptly ended when they heard a key turning in the lock and both of them scurried to get completely dressed. They had just about accomplished it, with a few buttons undone here and there when Sharon came into the room and stood looking at them.
They were both out of breath but were trying to hide it.
"Oh ..." Sharon said, sarcastically, "did I interrupt you?" She felt very angry about them being here in her own house, and didn't bother to hide it. She was irritable and out of sorts anyway from work, and what's more, Gordon's brother Guy had been there for a full week now and showed no signs of leaving.
"Of course not, Sharon," Carolyn said easily starting toward the door. "See you tomorrow, Guy!" she blew him a kiss and left as quickly as she could. Sharon didn't even bother to say goodbye.
"Jeez ..." Carolyn whistled to herself as she let herself into her own apartment next door. "She's like somebody's mother!"
Guy finished buttoning the top buttons of his plaid shirt. He was reminded by Carolyn's parting words that he would not be seeing the charming little blonde that night. He had a feeling that she was going out with somebody else and he didn't exactly like it, but there really wasn't anything he could do about it. Neither of them had made any promises to the other, and Guy knew that Carolyn would expect him to be cool about any jealousy he might feel.
He wasn't sure he felt exactly jealous anyway. He just wanted to see the 19-year-old that night, too! Especially now that they had had that brief conversation about his brother's wife on the sofa. His cock felt hard and stiff between his legs and he wasn't going to be seeing Carolyn for 24 hours! What a drag!
He sat dejectedly riffling through magazines on the sofa, listening to the sounds of Sharon putting away the groceries she had bought on her way home from her job. Through his mind reeled lewd images of his sister-in-law fucking herself on the sofa, and he resolved to ask Carolyn to masturbate for him some time. He couldn't think of anything more exciting at the moment!
Sharon threw the beer cans into the refrigerator. She was getting a little tired of lugging home the extra groceries not to mention the money she had to pay out for them. She was going to have to ask Guy to start doing some of the shopping for her at least, since he and Gordon enjoyed their beer so much!
The last of the groceries were put away, and Sharon sighed. Her life had been like hell for the last, week, and she knew that she herself was doing nothing to make it better. She had been so aggravated that she'd succeeded in aggravating Gordon too, and the two were barely speaking to each other. He thought it was all because she didn't want Guy staying there, and told her that she was mean as well as miserly to begrudge the kid a few days with his brother. She had tried to explain that it wasn't that, but it had been no use. How could she explain what it really was! How could she tell him that she could hardly live with herself after that frenzied night she'd spent alone on the sofa? Just the sight of Guy, and the way he was always going off with that awful girl next door, was enough to drive her to distraction, and Sharon thought she was really going to have a nervous breakdown if things didn't change soon!
Guy stared at his red-haired sister-in-law as she stood at the sink washing off the fruit she had brought home.
"I thought you already put everything away!" he said from across the room.
"Yes ..." Sharon answered, annoyed that he was watching her, and suddenly even more self-conscious than before. "They spray the fruit and they must be washed off... I almost forgot!" she added.
"You know, Sharon, you ought to let me help you sometimes!" Guy said, taking in the smooth shape of Sharon's plumply rounded buttocks in her short housedress. She had already changed clothes from the office, and Guy started thinking about the way Gordon made her dress. He really didn't think that it was right, and it occurred to him that perhaps that was just one of the reasons his brother and his young wife didn't seem to be getting along so well.
"I'd be more than happy to have you help me..." Sharon replied testily to Gordon's offer of help. "You can help me make the spaghetti sauce for dinner*tonight, and then you can serve it to Gordon and yourself at 1:00 A M. if you like. I'm going to get some sleep for once!"
Guy realized that his pretty sister-in-law was near to tears, and he stood up. His erect penis was pointing sky high and he moved his palm against his pants to try to make it go down somehow underneath. All of a sudden he was directly behind her.
"Hey," he said, "Hey Sharon, I'm sorry, really I am, if I've been upsetting you ..." he began.
Sharon almost jumped a mile. She half turned toward the young boy and then suddenly burst into tears, putting her hands up over her face to cover the pained expression on her face.
"No .. , no ... it's really my fault... it's all my fault... I just don't know what to do ... I JUST DON'T KNOW!!!"
The only other woman Guy had ever seen cry was his mother, and he had never really and truly felt sorry for the aging woman, but now, he felt a wrench of emotion for his young sister-in-law, realizing for the first time, the depths of her disturbance. He had never thought about her very much at all, he thought with a pang of guilt, likening himself to Gordon, his older brother, who did think about his wife, but somehow in the wrong way, to Guy's thinking. Automatically, he put his arms around the older woman and tried to comfort her, feeling the womanly feel of her voluptuous body pressed for an instant against his lean boyishness. She sobbed hopelessly for what seemed a very long time, and his hands stroked her back as he tried to get her to stop. He even promised to leave the very next morning, but that only seemed to make her sob all the more.
He could feel her smoothly round breasts moving against him each time she took a deep breath, and suddenly, Guy felt the thickness of his already aroused penis jerk forward. She had leaned inward against him at just that moment, and Guy knew that she felt it. Quickly, he pulled her closer to him as she tried to move back. His hands dropped lower on her hips so that her loins were pressed flat against his. He could feel her big, soft thighs and the tantalizing "vee" up between her legs. CHRIST WHAT A FEELING!!
But she was fighting him struggling to get away, and both of them realized what was passing between them.
"NO... NO... DON'T GO AWAY!" he pleaded with his brother's wife. "NO... I WON'T HURT YOU ... I WON'T ...I" But Guy hardly knew what he was saying. He really didn't know what he was saying ... or what he was doing. He was only following his rapidly developing instincts, and they told him that Sharon really wanted him to hold her close ... wanted to feel the hardness of his cock pressed tight and snug up against her soft belly!
He held her as hard as he could and she beat his back with her fists, her face a mask of terror until suddenly, frighteningly, she slipped, and slumped against him. Guy hurriedly pressed his hps to hers. He was just a trifle bit tatter than she, and he was glad of it. He could feel the olerr woman's entire body trembling against bis, and her tongue in bis mouth was wild and hungry. She wanted him badly, and the strength of her emotion frightened and surprised him. Never had he dreamed that he would be feeling his own brother's new wife moaning and sobbing, rubbing her breasts and her loins up against his heated, bulging cock like this!
He could hardly believe that he had only left home a week ago! He tried to match Sharon's frenzy with all his might, feeling only the tiniest spark of guilt about Gordon. Obviously something was wrong there, and somehow, Sharon needed help.
OH GOD! HE WAS READY TO HELP HER! His flame-haired sister-in-law felt so big and voluptuous compared to the smaller dimensions of Carolyn, and Guy thought for one long moment that she was going to literally smother him with kisses. He tried to pull her down to the floor with him, but something within her still resisted that, and they moved against the refrigerator, Guy pressing the excited older woman back against its wall.
"OH, GOD... SHARON!!" he cried, his fingers fumbled up beneath her short summer dress, and he felt the heat of her thighs... round smooth columns of flesh that thrilled him to the marrow of his bones. She was groaning and his fingers climbed higher and higher until he found her panties' thin elastic legband and pushed his forefinger up underneath. Her legs jiggled and she twitched against him, letting out a low mournful cry as his finger sank upward into the sticky warmth of her desire-drenched pussy. The little auburn hairs tickled his finger and he felt sweat popping out all over his body. Suddenly he was cumming, cumming so fast that he cnuld do nothing to stop it.
"OOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
His finger rose and jiggled high up into the 24-year-old bride's excitedly seeping cunt, and he ground his hips and his wildly convulsing cock hard up against her loins, pushing and jerking against her as he writhed in absolute ecstasy that neverthe ess knew an underlying torment. OH THE FEEL OF HER UP INSIDE... THE IDEA THAT SHE WOULD LET HIM DO THAT ... THAT SHE WANTED HIM TO DO THAT... THAT SHE HAD PROBABLY WANTED HIM TO DO THAT ALL ALONG! IT WAS JUST TOO MUCH TO TAKE!!
"I'M SORRY ... OH GOD, SHARON ...!!!" he cried as he moved against her and the strength of his bursting orgasm subsided. He felt that he had really lost her, that she was no longer at the peak of lust that they had both created before his premature ejaculation.
A seeping wet spot formed between them, spreading on their clothing, and Guy didn't know what to do. His fingers wiggled and then moved uncertainly upward inside the taut wetness of her still trembling pussy, when she gasped, "oh ... oh ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO!" was all she said as she fled from him, running into the bedroom and locking the door noisily behind her.
Bewildered and disturbed, Guy went toward the bathroom to wash up. Later, he thought, he would at least help his distraught sister-in-law by making the dinner himself.
Chapter Six
Gordon returned home, getting in at about 1:30. He had stopped on the way at the Dug Out for a few beers and a few laughs with some of the regulars. He knew he ought to have called his wife to let her know he would be late, but he never seemed to be able to make it to the phone. For one thing, he'd run into a teenaged blonde girl there who'd come up to him breathlessly, introducing herself as Carolyn, his next door neighbor. He only realized when she was up close that of course he had seen her before once or twice in the building, and from a distance at the Dug Out bar.
He'd heard a few things about her, too, and as they sat chatting, he bought her a beer, and thought about what her hot little cunt might be like under the tight jeans that she wore. He had been flabbergasted to learn for the first time and from the young girl's own lips that his younger brother Guy had been seeing a lot of her!
"That rascal," he thought, but his esteem for his brother went up tenfold, and he revised his opinion of the young 17 year old as an innocent greenhorn. Finally, he'd said good night and left Carolyn to go back to the crowd of young people at the back of the bar. He felt funny about the whole incident though, feeling just a bit hurt that Guy had mentioned nothing at all about the girl to him, other than the fact that he'd waited next door until Sharon came home that first day. It wasn't really the kind of thing that it was easy to say nothing about, either, Gordon fumed on his way home and continued to mull over constantly, even as he turned the key in the lock. He's been over there fucking her just about every night, I'll bet! The whole thing made him feel a little old ... just a little bit out of it. After all he was a married man, now ... he was no longer a boy, or even a very young man at the age of 27, who could just do anything he wanted to do!
He resented being made to feel like this, when only a short time before, he had been able to visualize himself in a totally different light. It was all a lark, and he was an easy going guy who worked on a newspaper ... not even very hard, really, but hard enough to keep the job for a while anyway, and he had wangled for himself and all for himself the best piece of tail in town. He'd had to get married to do it, but it meant something to come home to good meals, clean clothes ... all those things that he hated to do himself. So what if he was crabby and grouchy some times ... he figured that Sharon would just simply have to get used to it... that was his personality. Besides, he'd learned from his father that women respect their husbands more if they are not so easy going.
But now as Gordon entered his apartment, he was confronted by darkness. It only served to confirm the feelings he was having ... that things weren't really so hot after all. Looking toward the couch, he saw that Guy was curled up in a ball on the pulled-out bed, sound asleep. He went to the kitchen and saw a rather unappetizing mass of congealed spaghetti and sauce. It had been cold for hours. Where the devil was Sharon anyway?
He went into the bedroom and there whe was ... sound asleep in the bed. He bristled with anger. Tonight of all nights he would have needed a hot dinner and a good looking woman waiting on him. He wanted to screw her, too. Hadn't done it in a while, and tonight he really needed it.
"SHARON!" he cried. "WAKE UP!!"
Sharon jumped up, startled by his shout. She sat blinking in the bright overhead light, her face ravaged by the tears that had seemed never ending as she lay cursing herself and lamenting her actions. She had wailed into the pillow wondering aloud how she could have done such things with her own husband's brother, and recalling her horrible lapse out there on the couch in the living room, she had finally convinced herself that she had indeed gone mad. She had never thought of herself as the kind of girl who could do anything in the least bit unusual in the realm of sex, and now she had already done two things for which she could never forgive herself. Her entire body felt ugly and sinful, and even though she hadn't gone through the lustful scene with Guy out by the refrigerator, she knew that she would have if his shameful orgasm against her had not brought her to her senses.
The young auburn-haired girl shied back from her husband's angry stare. She feared that he could just look at her and tell what had happened. She wanted to run and hide, and realized that she ought to have had enough courage to leave earlier before Gordon got home. But eventually she had fallen asleep after having exhausted herself by crying.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED?" Gordon asked. "Where is my dinner??"
"Gordon ... I... I... can't anymore. I'm just too tired ... I... "
"Oh, SHIT, Sharon, I'm not asking for the world! That job of yours is cushy anyway. All you have to do all day long is just sit on your ass and type! What would you do if you really had to do something?" He had turned angrily from her and was hanging up his jacket in the closet. He loosened his tie and warmed to his speech.
"You've been walking around with your lower lip sticking out for days now ... and I'm getting pretty tired of it!"
"Gordon ... you ..." Sharon looked at her husband wide-eyed. She just couldn't think of words to reply to him. His attack was so brutal and so vastly unfair that she was speechless. In addition, she was still stunned by the magnitude of her real transgressions against her husband. And any second she fully expected him to bring that up, too, even though she knew that he couldn't possibly know!
She started climbing out of bed. She intended to get dressed, to leave, to even go home to her mother's if necessary, even though she couldn't stand to admit to her mother that her marriage was already a failure and after only two months! She scuffled beneath the bed with her feet, searching for her slippers.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gordon asked, turning toward her. He was down to his shorts now, and as he spoke, he bent down to remove them.
"I... I've just got to go out for a while ... I've got to think!"
"THINK? OUT? What have you got to think about!" he said, snidely, his grey eyes steely and cold. "You've never ever thought before ... why would you start now ... and even if you did start, why would you have to go out and do it??"
"YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!! JUST HORRIBLE!!!" Sharon cried.
"Well, you married me, didn't you?" he said. "We're stuck with each other... You're no bargain either, you know!"
Sharon crumpled in a little ball, all tucked in against herself, but through the horrible sting of his words, she began once more to struggle to her feet. She just had to get away from him at any cost!
Gordon watched her, guarding himself from any feeling of pity toward his young bride. He was really fed up, and he hated her crying. She was what was standing between him and his erstwhile freedom and youth. His little brother Guy would be heading west shortly, free as a bird, fucking and hitching his way across the country, and where would he be ... stuck in Blandings with Sharon!
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" he yelled, running over to grab her arm.
His fingers dug sharply into the soft white flesh of his 24 year old bride's arm. She looked up at her husband with alarm, realizing that he fully intended to harm her if she did not cooperate with him. She was suddenly silent, fearfully gaping at the madman she had married, the knight in shining armor who had finally come to rescue her from the fate of remaining single for yet another year. The same man who had so lovingly seduced her, promising her that they would be married if she would let him ... just two weeks before the wedding. And she had, and it had been wonderful, and he had never askd her if she had done it before, and she had never told him that she had ... but only once before with a boy who'd taken her out drinking and then out to the country in his Nash.
All Sharon's hopes were shattering, all the bright future of their marriage and the starry thoughts that used to carry her through the dreary days at work ... all that was gone, as she let Gordon maneuver her up onto the bed.
"DON'T ... DON'T TOUCH ME!" she cried, when she realized that he intended to have intimate contact with her. She didn't think she could stand to be touched by him ... or anyone else for that matter! She just wanted to be left alone!
Gordon sneered nastily down at her, and hurriedly pulled her nightgown up, yanking it over her head and forcing her arms out of it. Forcefully, Gordon turned his frightened bride over onto her stomach, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. He was in no mood to put up with her prissy ways tonight. He felt like something exotic ... something different. He wanted to do something that would satisfy a craving for lewdness that he felt inside him ... something that would reaffirm the excitement and unexpected happenings of his youth!
Kneeling naked now on all fours on the bed in their small apartment, Sharon cringed away from him.
"NO GORDON, NO!" she cried, looking around toward him.
"What's the matter? Most of the time you're acting like you actually want a lay so bad that you can't stand it. Now that I'm in the mood ... what's with you anyway ... getting it somewhere else?" The words were spoken with the sole intention of hurting her pride, for Gordon would say anything to tear her down now ... anything to maintain his upper hand over his nakedly trembling wife.
But from her obscene position on the bed where Gordon had forced her, terror struck deep in Sharon's heart. Wasn't it a woman's place to remain faithful, even if she wasn't being satisfied by her husband? Didn't all those old things about a woman not supposing to really like it, still hold true somehow, even though they were living in more modern times? Didn't she really believe somewhere deep inside her... that her sexual needs were bad... ???
Her mother, and even Ann Saunders, the advice-to-the-lovelorn columnist, advocated waiting until you were married ... and she hadn't even done that! What's more she had been married only two months when she found herself writhing in the arms of her husband's young 17 year old brother! Gordon was pawing her slightly damp naked skin roughly now, as though punishing her for these very sins. Well he's right! she thought bleakly. She had almost committed adultery that very afternoon! But, God, how he disgusted her now... how his hands felt ugly on her body! She wondered just how she could ever have been attracted to him!
Gordon peered down at Sharon's white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would do something that he had never done before. He'd often thought of it though, and as he thought about it now, he bet that little cunt next door had done it, and he bet she liked it too ... maybe she had even done it with his little brother Guy! The thought drove him into a frenzy of lustful competition. He'd be damned if he'd let his little brother be one up on him in that respect!
"Spread those legs wider!., he commanded, his large thick cock bulging with veins that stood out alert on either side of the desire-hardened shaft. Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of Sharon's full-rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then, with a perverse smile playing about his thin lips, he bent forward and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus!
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sharon shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back in her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and singularly uncomfortable.
"What's the matter? I'm kissing your ass, Sharon. Isn't that what you wanted me to do??" he said crudely.
Sharon groaned. The very idea that he would do such an obscene thing to her made her want to die ... just die right there and there! But she felt completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she and his strong hands held her down to the bed, but because she felt truly guilty, and deep down inside she felt that she deserved even this ugliness from him.
Gordon bent forward again and his tongue was flicking teasingly in the crack- of her widespread cushiony buttocks. Sharon felt more ashamed and embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been. She was conscious of every exposed part of her pale, creamy skinned body, her breasts hanging forward and quivering against the sheets of the bed, her quaking legs and thighs, and the shameful under part of her... her hair-covered pussy that pulsed nervously between her fully spread upper thighs.
"Wider!" he ordered cruelly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Gordon withdrew his spearing tongue and peered hungrily at the tight little hole of Sharon's rectum. His wife's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the moist hair-curled area of her cunt. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Gordon was worming his finger in back there. His finger was thick and hard and with a sudden sinking feeling Sharon knew that he was going to try to push it all the way up into her cringing rectal passage. She began to try to wiggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily and thickly forward and then pulling out and pushing back with abrupt jerking motions. "NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!" Sharon bellowed. The pain was horrible.
"Gordon ... GORDON!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!" Sharon tried to straighten her knees out so that she could he down flat on the bed, thinking that perhaps then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop somehow! But her incensed young husband started pulling her defenselessly quivering buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating kneeling position that forced her vulnerable rear passage wide open to his lewd fondling.
"YOU ARE MY WOMAN AND I WILL DO WHAT I LIKE!" he sneered, getting carried away by the surging sense of power that he felt over his terrified young wife. "I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you right in this tight little ass of yours ... the one you sit on all day long... !"
Sharon's face paled with fear. "OH MY GOD!" she cried. "What's happening ... what's happening to my life?!!" Tears ran down her cheeks and into the strands of her long reddish brown hair that had fallen forward into her eyes. She was trying now to support herself on her elbows. GORDON .. GORDON .. NO .. NO.. I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" His obscene words still echoed in her ears, and the young woman's pale naked body trembled uncontrollably. She knew that Gordon was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought was terrifying.
"AAAAAAAARRRGHHHH!" she screafned as his fingers shoved sharply and viciously forward into her helplessly opened back passage.
"SAY YOU WANT IT!" Gordon suddenly urged.
"WH ... WHAT!!!?" Sharon asked, not believing her ears.
"SAY ... OH DARLING, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME UP THE ASS ... !!!" his voice went into-a squealing imitation of hers that made Sharon cringe.
"I... I... "
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gordon cried, his fingers abruptly slid out with a small lewd sticky sound, and Sharon's painfully stretched rectal passage felt a blissful relief, yet the young wife felt strangely open and empty back there. Sharon could feel Gordon's hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks as his hands gripped her by the hips pulling her cringing loins backwards toward him. She thought she would faint when suddenly she felt the hardness of his lustful cock moving slowly up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy upward between her trembling buttock cheeks to the base of her spine.
"OH DEAR LORD, LET IT BE OVER!" she moaned.
"That's not what you're supposed to say!" Gordon said softly, his voice all the more monstrously ominous for its lack of volume. He let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her soft belly ... and everywhere he touched, Sharon felt her skin ripple with chills. She whimpered softly wondering if he would ever be finished with her. If this was some kind of hell that would last for an eternity?
"FUCK ME!" she cried, suddenly spitting the lewd words out bitterly. "FUCK ME IN THE ASS, YOU BASTARD!"
In the living room, completely forgotten by the preoccupied couple, Guy lay stone still, staring at the ceiling above his sofa bed. His skin crawled and his mind whirled at the sounds he was hearing from the bedroom.
"Poor Sharon ..." he whispered to himself, "Poor, poor Sharon!" He felt consumed by a terrible guilt-filled torment. Was it his fault that Sharon was in this predicament?
Up until this very moment he had always admired and looked up to his older brother, but now he knew that he would never feel the same about Gordon after hearing his treatment of Sharon. He wanted to run in and rescue the older woman... to get her away from his brother, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was his brother's wife after all. And then he also questioned his motives. Was it because he wanted her for himself?
He lay pondering this, aware of his intense emotions involving the wife of his brother, his sister-in-law, she was 7 years older than he was, but it didn't seem to matter. She was a vulnerable, desirable woman. His eyes filled with tears and his fists clenched as he heard the dreadful noises of his -brother and his sister-in-law's obscene coupling.
Gordon's desire-swollen cock slid up to the tiny opening of Sharon's nakedly exposed anus, and its thickness spread the softly yielding crevice of her milk-white buttocks wide. Sadistically, and with a determined expression on his sharply contorted features, he began to rock and push, push and rock, working forward all the time, again pulling her helplessly trapped loins back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip pushed through her anus with a small popping sound, spreading the tight elasticity of his terrified young wife's tightly resisting anal passage.
"NNNNnnnnGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAHH!" It was like being impaled from behind by a tree trunk! Sharon twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the searing white pain of her rectum, but Gordon's rock-hard cock was sinking further and further into the tight darkness of her virgin rectal passage and to the physical pain, was added a dreadful shame that hurt even more.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGH!" she groaned. Sharon felt weak and helpless, as though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible burden of her husband's cruel penetration. She could feel all her insides trying to flee the terrible pressure he was exerting within their moist confines, and she could hear her husband of two months begin to moan out lustfully behind her. The hot touching of his greedy hands on her trembling breasts made her shiver as he began to knead them with a harsh, steady motion.
The tightly clenching efforts of his tormented wife's rectum that sought to expulse his lewdly skewering cock were causing the most wonderful sensations all along the length of it, and Gordon thought it was the tightest, most exciting massage his cock had ever had! It felt every bit as good as he had heard it would, and without further hesitation, he threw his naked body against hers, feeling his blood-swollen penis ramming all the way up into Sharon's wildly tight rectum, pushing the smooth, rubbery flesh in tiny rippling waves before it. Sharon was shuddering and crying out in undisguised agony. She moaned over and over again, knowing that she would never ever be the same after this terrible experience. She could feel her cock-split ass-cheeks being spread wider and wider by her cruel young husband's hands. It had been going on forever ... Her body contorted nakedly in the unfamilar kneeling position and it was an almost alien thing to her.
Surely it wasn't really happening to her? The terrified young bride's face brushed against the sheets and covers of the bed as she was heavily buffeted back and forth, her cries becoming muffled by the bunched up covers. She wanted to faint, but she was too frightened by the events to lose consciousness for even a moment. Behind her, her husband increased the strength of his cruel strokes into her defenseless rectum. His groans filled her ears, and she felt hatred for him welling up inside her besides the pain, as though he were making it grow with every pummeling thrust into her helplessly penetrated bowels.
She thought about the whole thing being her punishment as she heard her husband begin to make lewd comments about her nakedly impaled anus, and some perverse streak in her sent a spark of masochistic pleasure surging through her nakedly impaled loins, mingling startlingly with the pain. It still hurt, yes, but in an entirely different way. Her confused and tormented brain began to create something beneficial from the pain by way of self-preservation. She was being scourged, purged of her sinfulness, her immoral lust. If her husband didn't make love to her, her duty was obviously to remain chaste, not to wickedly masturbate on the sofa, or to eavesdrop on the sinful activities next door! Certainly, she should never have found herself in young Guy's arms ... her own husband's brother!!!
These distorted, contrite thoughts released a flood of desire through Sharon's pain-racked rectum, and she began to coo shamelessly as Gordon continued his merciless ass-fucking.
Behind her, Gordon sensed the difference immediately. He smiled to himself. She liked it ... she actually liked it. The shift of Sharon's moon-like buttocks straining and swaying helplessly up in the air around his hard thrusting cock made him immensely excited, as did the vision of his glistening length of flesh exiting from the tiny ravaged hole of her anus. He let his hands grope under her belly, his fingers finding Sharon's wide-spread hair-fringed cunt-lips with ease. Then he plunged his middle finger upward into the gaping wet passage of her vagina, pulling backwards on the moist tissues inside as he arched upwards with his deeply penetrating cock.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooohhh!" Sharon let the new feeling wash over her... it was totally unlike lovemaking in the ordinary way, and her entire body was readjusting to this new kind of pleasure that was filling her trembling loins. It was giving her an odd kind of release... release from the restraint of an ordinary working housewife perhaps... release certainly from the naive and innocent young bride she had been before! Her pleasure was being achieved in spite of her husband and not because of him, and this thought lifted her spirits and her excitement to even greater heights. "You bastard," she thought suddenly, "You think that you are fucking me... but I'm really fucking YOU!!!"
He just didn't give a damn about her... he was using her now just as he had used her before. But if her body was a tool for his pleasure ... then it could be a tool for her too!
"DO IT" she coughed out. "DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!" The wildly fucking young newspaperman laughed out loud, an obscene sound that ended in a gurgle as he felt his semen start its irrepressible journey toward the far end of his wife's tightly contracting rectum. Her anus was gripping at his spending cock spasmodically now, and her vaginal walls were clinging and sucking to his up-thrusting fingers below. He knew beyond a doubt that his prim little wife was cumming too... She was cumming, too!
Sharon thrashed beneath him grinding her teeth and bucking backwards against his rock-hard thighs and belly.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" she screamed, out of her mind with desire-draining strength of her orgasm. "SPILL IT INTO ME!!!!!! FILL MEEEEEEEE!!!!! FILL ME UPPPPPPP WITH ITTTTTTTTT!" She gasped.
"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Gordon's white flowing semen spread voluminously in through the nether opening of his writhing young bride's naked belly, racing upward with such tremendous speed that she could feel it ricocheting inside her tormented anal passage.
"ALL OF IT!!!!!!" she cried, shamelessly, "I WANT ALL OF IT!!!"
Chapter Seven
Gordon lay sound asleep when Sharon rose from the torn and stained sheets of their marital bed. She went into the bathroom, and drew a warm tub for herself, sitting deep in the soothing water for almost an hour, adding more hot water from time to time to maintain the healing heat around her bruised and sore nakedness. All the while, she felt an almost peaceful feeling inside her as she sorted out the events of the past few days in her mind. She felt saner than she had ever been as she stood up and dried herself with a big fluffy towel... one of the wedding presents that she and Gordon had received from a distant aunt of hers.
Carefully she brushed out her long red hair, as she gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She did not care about the time, because she knew she wouldn't be going to work the next day. As she tied the clasp of her beige and black negligee between the deep cleft of her full breasts she sighed and turned toward the living room, closing the bedroom door softly behind her as she entered it.
Guy could see her coming toward him. "Christ she's beautiful," he thought. "So beautiful!!"
He had lain in the dark summer night, listening first to Sharon's intense anal abuse from his brother, and then just when he had thought his own torment was over along with his pretty sister-in-law's, he had heard Carolyn next door. She was in there with someone, and as he lay on the sofa bed, Guy could hear their love-making, although he sensed that they were making an effort to be watchfully quiet. Just at the fever pitch of their lewd noise-making, Guy was certain that he heard them get up from the big brass bed and move across the room. He heard nothing more, but he could imagine Carolyn and her new lover, lying on the brightly colored rug, enjoying each other in a naked embrace.
He cried mostly for himself and for his lost innocence, even though he knew that he really had nothing to cry about where Carolyn was concerned. That was just the way she was, and she was lovely like that. He couldn't say he loved her any less for it. But as the softly flowing nightgown of his sister-in-law appeared in the darkness, Guy felt a gladness in his bones. She was coming to him!
Astonishment and joy mingled in his body as she hovered over him, her sweet composed features surrounded by the softly curling waves of her shoulder length hair. Lying on his back, he looked up at her, already entranced by her proximity. Her scantily clad body seemed all encompassing as she called his name, and her lips touched his, softly at first. Guy found himself tingling all over. She was letting herself down slowly, beside him on the sofa bed, but the upper half of her torso was pressing against him. The warm, soft breasts covered his naked chest, as below the covering sheet his semi-dormant penis rose, and swelled rapidly with each moment of the kiss. His sister-in-law's tongue reached far back into his mouth and his own tongue rose up to hers, mingling inside in a long, slow, torturously defined struggle.
"SHARON!!" he thought, her name exploding in his mind as though it held the clue to the very meaning of life. His searching hands roamed beneath the soft folds of her gown which parted in the middle, and they moved to the large firmness of the older woman's breasts. Her kiss was devouring him as he sucked wildly upon her tongue, hearing the loud wet sounds filling the room.
"I know you want to, Guy," she whispered into his ear. "And now I want to, too!" His hands were touching the naked silky skin of her breasts! They were voluptuously molded and he gave his hands free play between them, toying at length with the hardening tips, rolling them in his fingers until she began to croon and squirm softly upon him. His young man's cock was standing rock-like and stiff and he groaned a long, low sound of ecstasy that was echoed and reechoed by his own brother's wife.
Guy's hands slipped down to Sharon's slender waist, and he drew the rest of her closer to him until she lay directly next to him on the bed. She pulled at the sheet until it covered both their bodies, and beneath it their naked legs intertwined. Guy bent his head and inhaled the delicate fragrance of her breasts. He wanted so to suck them, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the tender surface of them.
"Yes ... darling ... suck them ... suck them... go ahead!" Guy wriggled down, pushing the full warmth of them up into his burning face, and the satiny smoothness of them caused his cheeks to glow with desire. He thought he would pass out from the fabulous sensation of her breasts almost smothering him, and now her tautly protruding nipples poking up into his open mouth. His lips closed gently around the offered button of sensuality and automatically he began to suck with all his might.
A hard burning flame grew between them as Sharon began to move her soft, shapely legs slowly up and down against her young brother-in-law's. He caught one between his, and forced his thigh in between the moist split of her legs, thrusting his pulsating cock up against her gently trembling belly, and feeling her moist hair-lined cunt jerk hungrily up against his loins.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... nnnnnnnnnnnngggghh!" she murmured lustfully, turning her thinly clad body against his hot 17 year old flesh. It had to be soon, Guy realized, and within the second, he pulled the older woman over him, forcing her to spread her long legs on either side of his reclining body. She writhed nakedly on top of him, her softness meeting his lean hardness with a sparking friction everywhere that they touched. Guy's mouth sought hers again, and Sharon began to move her belly lewdly against his, feeling the hardness of his swollen cock against her. Then Guy took hold of his brothers' wife by the waist, picking her entire body upward ever so slightly, and slowly thrusting her down again after positioning her just the right way. The blunt moistly glistening head of his cock touched directly between the soft wet folds of her pussy, touching upward into the hair-lined hps, spreading them wide and thrusting against them. UP, up, he surged, feeling the womanly creature who was his own sister-in-law respond to the almost unbelievable sensations his slowly rising cock was creating in her willingly spread pussy!
"Oh, Guy, oh Guy, oh Guy ..." she softly whimpered, over and over, "Oooooooohhhh!" It was better than anything she had ever felt with her husband, better than anything she could have created by herself. Her body was ripe and waiting for this tenderness, the complete sincerity that the young boy was offering her. His lean hard cock was one with her passion-drenched pussy, and each thrilling up-thrust of it contained a million particles of separate pleasure packages. She could feel it well within her, perhaps because they were both concentrating so hard, each upon the other. She felt her hungrily yearning cunt molding to its youthful contours, sucking on it, milking it, loving it as surely as if she had been touching it with her hands! Her negligee fanned out behind her nakedly gyrating body, like the erotic cape of a Super-Woman.
On and on they went, totally engrossed in the magnitude of their loving. Guy alternated between a steady rhythmic fucking, flicking his hips -sharply upward against the lustfully groaning young wife's lewdly dancing buttocks, so that his desire-hardened cock sped forcefully up into the tightness of her nakedly seeping cunt and a pushing, sliding, stacatto motion that surprised her, caught her off guard with each thrust. She was a mass of melting woman-flesh, soft and giving and clinging helplessly to him as he gave her more and more pleasure. The adulterous bride's unresisting vaginal passage throbbed and contracted wildly against her young brother-in-law's masculine hardness. The moist pink mouth of Sharon's heretofore unappreciated pussy spread wide before the approach of Guy's speeding cock as it drove nakedly upward between her trembling legs, spearing her first, and then after sliding out again and then worming back into her tightly smooth and velvety slit as though it had never been in before.
"OH GOD... OH GODDDD!!!" she cried, her trembling white thighs pumping up and down against the young boy's flanks.
"CHRIST!" Guy cried, watching her as she flailed and worked above him. Sometimes she was sitting straight on top of him, her hands skittering about his naked shoulders. Other times, she wound her arms about his neck, overcome by the rising thick head of his on-rushing cock as it slid up against the very end of her desire-filled pussy.
Guy could feel her... his brother's wife jerking and twitching around his young cock as the final tide of the advancing orgasm struck her. They both were entering a completely different world, and Sharon's tumultuous seething tight cuntal flesh moulded and adjusted to the pounding ramroding penis of the young boy beneath her, first flaring out as the full impact of her desire seemed to peak and overflow in a torrential rain of pure unadulterated pleasure, and then tightly clenching as his young sperm spewed out and up, drowning the insides of her climaxing pussy walls with wetness. Her hand grabbed at his hair and she continued to writhe and moan above him as he spent his precious fluid up into her and Guy knew that his beautiful sister-in-law was cumming not once, but many times.
"NEVER ... NEVER!!!!!" gasped breathlessly, still moving above him ... "NEVER LIKE THIS!"
It was the middle of the afternoon when Carolyn sat cushioned by the pillows in the corner of her room. She looked across at her new visitors with a bemused expression on her face. The handsome but unlikely couple had knocked timidly on her door earlier and she had been more than happy to admit them to the sanctity of her apartment.
They sat locked in each other's arms, shyly glancing at each other from time to time, and Carolyn realized that they were completely oblivious to her presence, although they tried to be polite about it.
Sharon trembled as she felt Guy's fingers running lightly over her bare arm. She was wearing one of her short housedresses, but underneath she had not bothered to put on anything at all. She felt deliciously naked and erotic as the material of her dress touched her bare flesh, and the magnetism between her and her husband's younger brother was getting stronger rather than diminishing with time. He had brought her there next door to Carolyn's not knowing where else to go. Sharon had declared she could not stay a moment longer in the same house with her husband Gordan, who still slept on, ignorant of his young wife's adulterous actions.
Sharon smiled gratefully back at Carolyn, the young girl she had so, hated and resented only a few short hours before. How everything had changed! And for the better, she thought... definitely for the better. She had no thought for the future, only for the comfort she had found in the 17 year old boy's arms. They seemed to give a meaning to life that nothing else so far in her 24 years had given. They had explained everything to the young blonde, including Gordon's harsh treatment of his wife.
"But what are we going to do about Gordon?" Carolyn heard the couple whisper to each other. Shortly afterward, she stood up and told them that she was going to leave them alone for a while.
"You two enjoy my pad," she declared. "Mi casa es su casa! Guy ... you know where the grass is ... " she added as she went out the door.
After she had gone, Guy found several neatly rolled joints of marijuana in the special box that Carolyn kept for them. He took one out and lit it, and after taking a puff himself handed it to Sharon. Without hesitating, Sharon accepted it. All her previous values had been shattered, she realized, and she would now have to find new ones. She felt open to experimentation, and trusting Guy implicitly, she inhaled deeply, holding the blue smoke in her lungs as she had seen Guy do.
"It's nice..." she said slowly, as she felt a sudden euphoric lift. The room seemed to be slanting slightly, but it looked fine that way. "Isn't it?" Guy replied, moving toward her, and thinking of the cool nakedness of the young housewife's limbs beneath her dress.
Next door Gordon had awakened early by the ringing of the telephone. The caller had asked for his wife Sharon, and Gordon had groggily realized at last who was calling. It was her boss, and they were wondering why Sharon had not come in, if she was sick again or what?
Looking around him and suddenly recalling the horror of his own actions the night before, he gruffly answered, "Yeah ... she's sick!" and hung up. He had a terrible headache, and already he suspected that he had gone too far with Sharon ... much too far. There was absolute silence in the apartment, and obviously she hadn't gone to work. Where was she??? "What the hell made me do that to her?" he wondered out loud as he moved about the apartment looking for some sign, perhaps a note, telling him where his young bride had gone. He was making all kinds of mental resolutions telling himself what he would do to make up for his cruelty to her, and he felt a funny sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought that she might not come back at all. What was worse, the memory of her bucking back against his obscenely battering cock, lustfully draining him of the last juices of his cum, set his blood pounding again. She was incredible! he thought. She was more ... much more than he had ever realized. There, were depths to her personality that he had never bothered to seek out, and erotically, he had done nothing but scratch the surface of his young bride's sensuality.
"What a horse's ass I am!" he growled as he started to shave. Soon he would have to go to work, but he had some time before then to try and find his wife.
He had already cut himself twice with his unsteady hand when the doorbell rang.
"Carolyn!" he cried. He had almost forgotten all about his brief meeting with the young girl at the bar the night before, and how it had indirectly led him to his harsh treatment of his wife in bed shortly afterward.
"Where's my brother?" he asked. "Is he at your place?"
Carolyn stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. "As a matter of fact, he is" she replied truthfully.
She was wearing her flowered mu-mu, a loose flowing longish blouse, that reached midway to her brown suntanned thighs. Her bright yellow hair shone as she smiled sunnily at the bedraggled husband, and let herself drop on the living room sofa.
"You look all out of it!" Carolyn said, spreading, her legs just the slightest bit more than before, so that she was sure that Gordon would be able to see high up beneath her mu-mu. She knew that her blonde curly pussy hair would attract his eye, and sure enough it did. He stared for a long time, his face turning beet red.
"I... I'm not feeling so hot..." he said. He wanted to ask the young girl if she had seen his wife at all that day, but a remnant of his male pride kept him from asking her. He wondered what she was doing there on his sofa showing him her bare-assed cunt like that, and distracted though he was, he could only conclude that she wanted to be fucked. He had heard that she liked it a lot, and last night the idea would have been a lot more tempting to him than it was now. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife Sharon though, and he wanted his neighbor to leave.
Carolyn could see his dilemma. "I came over to talk to you about a few things ..." she said. "I bet you don't really know much about women? Now, do you, Gordon?"
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" he bellowed. Did she know something about what had happened?
He had approached her, and his whole body tensed, he stood menacingly over the young 19 year old blonde. Carolyn looked up at him, an amiable expression on her face.
"See, you're making your first mistake right now. Never use violence with a woman, for one thing!" she said moving her finger upward. She touched his fly and saw him jerk. backwards away from her, but she reached out both arms and pulled his clothed loins closer to her again, catching him so by surprise that he did not protest. "You won't get anything you want from a woman that way," she continued.
"What?" Her fingers were deftly pulling down his zippered fly, and suddenly they were searching inside to clutch at the stiffening rod of his cock. She pulled it out with an ease that Gordon could only assume had come from practice, and he looked down at her, his mouth gaping from shock, as she cheerfully manipulated the hardening length of his naked penis.
"I'm gonna suck your cock, Gordon," she declared. "Simply because I like to suck cock!"
Gordon's slowly rising cock gave an excited lurch in the young girl's hand, and he watched her bend over, the blonde top of her head moving lower and lower as her tongue moved out to lick wetly at his flesh. He could feel wild sensations running through his body as the girl grasped his throbbing hardness between her fingers, drawing back the thickness of his foreskin in a teasing motion that brought a loud moan from his lips. She continued the gentle skinning back and forth over his ever hardening cock. "Feel good??" she inquired, still licking up and down the now glistening shaft. She pushed inward with her arms and spread his legs still wider as he stood before her. Her face was over his loins; now her hungry lips hovered closer and closer to the tip of his desire-maddened perns.
She opened her lips and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddening slowness. Just then there was a loud wail from Carolyn's apartment next door. Gordon's entire body responded to it, and he started to say something to Carolyn, but just then the tip of Carolyn's tongue circled the head of the smooth rubbery flesh of his cock and he groaned as she placed her other hand at the thick base of his penis where it speared upward from his sandy pubic hair. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down with his hands and tangled them in the young blonde's hair, and thrust his cock inward with the strength of a bull. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her moist lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and the moist saliva of her mouth. It ran the full length of her tongue and imbedded itself at the entrance of her throat.
Next door, he could tell that someone was fucking... she had said that Guy was there ... maybe it was Guy with one of Carolyn's friends. Maybe this hot little number would take him over there later and he could fuck her, too!
He temporarily forgot about Sharon and concentrated on the intense sensation of Carolyn's sensually ovalled lips as they moved in rhythmic undulations all around his tingling hard penis.
"OOOOOoooooooh your mouth is like HEAVEN! Like fucking an angel! Tighten your lips and suck my prick harder!" he hissed suddenly. He could hear loud groans and cries from next door now, and the very lewdness of them spurred him on. Nothing like another broad to make you forget your troubles he thought briefly as the swirling heat in his body raged through his system. His voice was coarse and thick with passion as he began to command the young girl imperiously, instructing her as to just how he wanted it. Carolyn sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with a vengeance around and around the throbbing head, sliding in and out of her tightly ovalled lips.
"You prick," she thought, "If you only knew who that was screwing next door." But she had set it up this way ... the perfect trap for his unsuspecting egotism. She sucked to end it now ... to end it soon, her head bobbing and bouncing up and down as she heard the mewling sounds of release that were coming from his throat. He bucked wildly against her, and suddenly he released his lewd white sperm in between her tightly surrounding lips, pumping it out until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that dribbled obscenely back, pouring over her chin.
When it was over, Carolyn wiped her lips and looked pityingly up at Gordon. "Like it?" she asked.
"Does the sun come up every morning?" he replied flippantly.
"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrggggggggggg!" The unmistakable sounds of climax came in strangled detail from next door, and the wall fairly shook with the intense pounding of the brass bed against it.
The young newspaperman's eyes lit up, as he replaced his damp cock.
"Want to get in on it?" Carolyn asked, reading his mind..
"Sure," Gordon replied eagerly. "You bet!!"
Chapter Eight
"Kiss my pussy, darling!" Sharon had asked him a few moments before. Guy had only done this once before with his young friend Carolyn, and now he felt the heat of his passion rising again, as this exciting woman, his brother was married to asked him to do it again. He parted the softness of Sharon's hair-trimmed cunt lips with his thumbs and found his nostrils suddenly flaring from the soft, sensual odor that arose from her nakedly exposed pussy. Like an exotic flower from the jungle.
He flicked his tongue outward and felt his excitedly trembling sister-in-law jerk and quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh exposed between the narrow thin slit of her vagina. He licked gently at the hardening little bud of her clitoris snuggled just above the side-stretched entrance to her warmly streaming cunt where it gave him a sudden sense of power as it brought further jerks from her milk-white body and greater groans sifted through her parted lips.
Young Guy pressed his thumbs farther apart, pulling further open the glistening wet edges of the tender pink slit. His tongue traced a lewd path up and down the full tantalizing length of it, searching out all the hidden crevices up between Sharon's legs as though his life depended on it. He gradually warmed to his erotic task as he became more and more familiar with Sharon's tiny erogenous zones and he felt her breathing become more and more labored. She mewled and cried impatiently above him as he teased and thrust his tongue with greater and greater expertise. The young housewife's groans and twisting increased until he pressed his head farther forward and thrust his tongue lizard-like into the deep wet opening of her pussy. She gave a long mournful cry and began to rotate her soft thighs and love-hungry loins up against his head and face.
Below, his stiffening cock hardened even more as he thrust it against the covers of the little blonde neighbor's big brass bed. The tingling sensation rose deep in his own belly as he drove his face into the warm fleshy cunt that ground upward with persistent wetness against him. He slid his hands down from between the older woman's thighs and cupped them under the smoothly rounded surfaces of her buttocks, beginning to nip gently with his teeth into the soft fleshy folds that surrounded the widening hole of her hair-fringed cunt. The idea that he, a 17 year old boy could give his older brother's wife such pleasure was vastly exciting to him. And his tongue slavered on and on in the seething moistness of her loins, increasing little by little its speed and depth until he had brought his lust-driven sister-in-law to the point of absolute subjugation to the whims of his ever-flicking tongue. The potent weed that they had both smoked had given them an unprecedented energy, and they had been indulging each other's sexual whims for a long, long while when Sharon heard a noise. Guy couldn't hear it because his head was so deeply imbedded in the wet slipperyness and ringing noises up between Sharon's beseeching white thighs.
There was a small entrance way to Carolyn's one room apartment, and although it was not entirely visible from the bed, Sharon could have sworn that someone was standing there. She thought at first that it must be Carolyn, but then few
IT WAS HER HUSBAND, GORDON! Gordon was blustering like a bull in the small room, his face contorted with hideous rage. He had been nothing at first but the nakedly writhing limbs of the girl on the bed, and between their spread-eagled yawning shapes, his baby brother's lewdly wagging head. The sight had made his so recently deflated cock spring briskly to life again, at the thought that within moments he might be fucking new pussy, indulging in the same raw pleasures as his precocious 17 year old brother was enjoying!
But then he had moved further in, past the partition of the entranceway, and he had caught sight of Sharon's auburn hair. Disbelief had spared him, but for a brief second, but then he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was she ... his own wife of only two months... being sucked off by his own younger brother!
Sharon moved swiftly, the intoxication that she still felt from the powerful marijuana making her head feel clear and lucid. First, she must protect her lover ... and hurriedly, she brought him up beside her, just as he was realizing what was going on. Then she placed her nakedness before him as a shield for the young boy, and her naked breasts protruding rather proudly before her, her flame-red hair falling loosely like a lion's mane around her head and shoulders, she knelt and faced her betrayed husband.
He was bawling obscenities, raging unintelligibly, coming at them with murder in his heart. But Sharon faced him bravely, ignoring her boyish lover's efforts to intervene.
"He's my husband, still," she thought, "And I've got to face up to him!"
"STOP!!!" she cried in such a weird horrid voice that Gordon paused a second on his terrible journey toward them. He stood poised just at the edge of the bed, glaring fiercely down at his voluptuously naked wife, kneeling there on the bed of her adultery. That second was just enough for Sharon and in it she interjected with all the venom that she could muster. "IT'S MY FAULT! GORDON, DO YOU HEAR ME??? I WENT TO HIM FOR LOVING AND HE GAVE IT TO ME ... AND YOU KNOW WHAT???? I LIKE IT!!!!!
"YOU ... YOU ... WHORE!!!" Gordon blustered.
"I don't care what you think of me anymore, Gordon, but I do know that if you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me... remember last night... Well, here ... do it to me again ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS GOOD ... COME ON FUCK MY ASS GOOD!!!!"
Gordon stared flabbergasted as Sharon turned around on the bed, kneeling up and waving her flushed pink buttocks lewdly in front of her husband. Gordon paused for a second more, cursing viciously as he tried to figure out just what to do under the strange circumstances. She had thrown him completely off guard, and the events of the past few hours were reeling through his mind like an insane horror film in which he was the starring character.
Suddenly, he began ripping off his clothes, and they scattered throughout the room.
"NO ... !" Guy said, "No. Gordon, don't do it! You can't blame Sharon for anything!" But Sharon was leaning over him, kissing him on the lips so fiercely that he was forced to give up his speech. She clung to the young boy tenaciously, still presenting her shining smooth buttocks, with their obscenely spread crack down the middle, leading to the reddish-brown cunt hair below.
When he saw his wife kissing his kid brother, Gordon exploded again. He was completely naked now and his heavily veined cock stood at attention, looking directly at the proffered mounds of Sharon's lewdly upthrust buttocks, he lunged forward against her, and directed his anger-engorged penis up between the soft fleshy cheeks of her exposed buttocks. He let his lust hardened cock slide against the puckered little opening that lay between the smooth tightly clenched crevice that separated his wife's creamy white nether cheeks and grunted with perverse pleasure as he felt his cock head slipping wetly and with some resistance at first, but nevertheless slipping into her rectum.
"YEAH I'LL FUCK YOU THERE AGAIN!" he cried, "I'll fuck you there!!!"
"AAAAAaaaaaafffffffoooooOOOOOHHHH!" Sharon fell forward against her husband's younger brother, but did not relinquish her kiss as she fondled his hard body and prayed that the pain would not be too much. It was a sacrificial gesture, she knew this full well, and one which she hoped would somehow placate her angry husband.
"MAKE ME A CUCKOLD WITH MY OWN BROTHER WILL YOU??? TAKE THAT AND THAT AND THAT!!!" he screamed, letting his lustfully hard cock arch high up inside of Sharon's defenselessly presented rectum.
But Sharon only clung that much tighter to her 17 year old lover, and through her pain began to implore him. "FUCK ME, GUY, FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ... THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I'LL BE ABLE TO STAND HAVING HIM TOUCH ME AT ALL!!!"
Guy was only too happy to oblige her. Never had his young ears heard a more perverse cry, and his head whirled with the changes he was being put through. Quickly, he slid down beneath Sharon's kneeling body, feeling her being smashed against him with each forceful blow of his brother's cock into her wide-spread buttocks. He put his arms up and around her, feeling the trembling that the fierce nether fucking was causing her, and hearing her groans of pain. Energetically he pulled as hard as he could, catching his kneeling brother behind her slightly off balance so that he fell over and Sharon lay positioned on her side next to Guy.
"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH..." Gordon growled, his big cock momentarily withdrawn from its tight niche in his wife's deep back channel. But he fit it back in again, lying on his side himself now, and realizing that he had to go on with it all, and had to see the game to the finish no matter what the consequences. Sharon lay sandwiched between the two men, hopelessly trapped between two extreme sensations. One the pain that burned in her vainly clenching rectum, and the other the new feeling of her reddish-brown cunt hairs being parted by the huge bulbous head of the teenager's thickly rampant penis. Guy lay facing her on his side, consoling her for the ravages she was enduring behind, as his cock slithered swiftly up into her openly waiting, pulsating cunt. He clasped her around the waist and his mouth automatically sought hers. Sharon cried out from the pure joy of his penis filling her aching, needing vagina.
"AAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDD!" she screamed. Sharon felt the bittersweet sensations swirling around inside of her. She felt literally as if she had been split into two halves. The one half receiving the masochistic rectal fucking that she deserved for her adultery, the other getting the loving reward she had known all along she deserved! She writhed in Guy's arms at one moment and at the next bucked fearfully back against the hotly advancing pole of her husband's relentless cock.
Behind her, Gordon groaned, his anger and desire mounting with each powerful second. He visualized his pretty young wife again lolling in his brother's arms and even now enjoying his caresses while he was giving her the punishment that she deserved. The fucking adulterous little bitch! Yet, he felt an odd kind of respect for Sharon, a respect that he didn't even understand himself. But it translated itself into a furious desire for completion with his unfaithful bride's nakedly quivering body. Her buttocks were being ground and pummeled by bis loins as he thrust and skewered wetly up into the deep nether channel of his young wife.
Sharon moaned in anguish, holding to Guy's neck for dear life. She had never felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual fucking she was getting from the two brothers. On the one side her anus was being ceaselessly filled... she was totally and obscenely impaled from both sides and she herself had requested it. She could feel her husband's loins pressing into her from behind as he strained himself forward, hooking his rock hard cock ever forward and upward between her trembling ass cheeks while in front, the hairy base of her boy-lover's cock spread her small pink cuntal lips so that they were open to their utmost width as he pressed persistently against the wide open slit of her pussy. Both of her delicate feminine openings were being filled from the front and from the rear and it occurred to her through the haze of her tumultuous mind-wandering, that she had never been so wanted... so desired, than at this very moment. Two men, and brothers at that, wanted her... were struggling for her, each in their own way, and she was receiving the throbbing hardness.. the lust-thickened maleness of each of them!
Sharon's sensation-filled clitoris rubbed unmercifully against the wiry pubic hairs of the strong young boy in front of her, and gigantic waves of pain vibrated through every fibre of her body as she felt her husband's thick rubbery staff grind deeper and deeper into her already abused anus. But her brother-in-law's hands worked hungrily at her trembling breasts, and he muttered phrases of endearment to her, reminding her of their previous love-making, of the things that they had done and said to each other.
"JESUS!!!!!" Gordon grunted behind her ... "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!!! FUCK BACK YOU HOT BITCH ... FUCK BACK!!!"
Furiously, Sharon caught onto her teen-aged lover's hair, as deep in her tormented pussy a spark grew and doubled upon itself. Her head flung back, her long auburn hair covering Gordon's straining features behind her, mouth open and gaping, eyes rolling back in their sockets, she began to cum against the two of them as she felt their combined flood of semen each in a separate orifice of her sacrificed naked body.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed urgently, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The two brothers, overwhelmed by her response, squeezed and fingered at Sharon's tender, sweat-slickened flesh, united in spite of their rivalry in a common bond of pure lust.
The final orgasmic convulsions of the lewdly fucking trio were closely observed by the blonde teenaged neighbor Carolyn as she stood silently and unnoticed beside the bed. She had seen a lot in her 19 years, she realized, but nothing to quite rival the wild fucking scene that was taking place right there on her own bed. She wondered if she herself had somehow been the start of it all, since she had befriended Guy that fine day in the park, and things hadn't stopped happening since then! She had long since removed all of her clothing, highly aroused as she was by the lustfully gyrating brothers with their formerly prim captive.
Carolyn's hands roamed down between her own thighs as she felt the definite signals from her golden pussy, begging for a release of some sort, to match the grappling that was taking place on the large brass bed.
Four hands kneading at Sharon's trembling breasts at one point, then, four hands pulled at her quivering buttocks. Gordon flicked at her straining pussy from behind and the two brothers hands met more than one time on the slippery, passion-drenched flesh of the redhaired woman between them. Carolyn watched their climax build and build until she could hardly tell which was which; and she could hardly stand it anymore. How could Sharon take it!!? she wondered, as her fingers plied the softly seeping flesh between her nakedly trembling cunt hps.
"OOOOOOOHHHH ... I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!" Gordon cried, at last, falling as though struck dead against his wife's pierced buttocks, the last of his white-hot semen . spreading up inside her burning rectum. His hairy balls smacked hard against the underside of those nether cheeks and with a last jerking tremble enervating him, he pressed tight against her. Exhausted and dazed, he let himself fall away from her heated nakedness. He needed to breathe, and he gasped hungrily for air, his lungs aching from the strain of his fucking. But a voice behind him said softly, "You're not getting away that easy, sweetie!" and he turned to see Carolyn climbing up onto the bed, a spark of desire consuming her big blue eyes as she reached for his now spent cock.
Sharon sighed as she felt the relief that spread through her used and worn rectum as her husband's cock slipped out. Yet something about its exit made the slender softness of her cunt cling all the more to the teenager's cock, which lay in a half erect state high within its moistly throbbing confines. She ground her hips forward and jiggled against the boy's naked body and felt herself cumming again, this time in a different way... not so acute and powerful, but peacefully ... oh so blissfully!!"
"GUY ... ! " she cried, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GUYYYYYYYYYYY!"
When next the two lovers looked up it was to investigate the shaking and trembling of the bed beneath them. They were both completely surprised to see Carolyn and Gordon at the end of the bed, totally immersed in a contorted position, that it seemed they might have to be pried out of! Gordon's mouth was hungrily locked to Carolyn's streaming blonde pussy, and Carolyn's mouth was feverishly enclosing Gordon's thrusting cock. They lay curled on the bed at the foot, completely oblivious to anything but each other's lustfully pre-occupied genitals. It was an exciting show for Sharon as she watched her husband and the blonde girl writhe nakedly against each other, but she noticed it only seemed to increase her appetite for the slender teenaged boy there on the bed beside her. They liked each other and smiled as the duo before them on the bed changed positions, and Gordon began a wild fucking into the heated depths of the young blonde girl's willing pussy. Carolyn's legs locked tight around the young newspaper man's back as she cried lewdly out to him.
It was only much later that Sharon and Guy playfully joined in with the other couple, and the foursome experimented far into the night with new positions and combinations of their forces.
Sharon even found it pleasant to gently be sucked by the other woman, while the two brothers watched with lust-filled eyes, and then each of them, both she and her 19 year old neighbor had been stuffed to completion by first one brother's thick, hard cock, and then the other. Their naked bodies gave them surcease from the bitter personality struggles that would otherwise have encountered, and when finally it seemed to be the time to rest, they all felt curiously refreshed in spirit, if not in body.
Gordon was the first to stand ... The two brothers shook hands and acknowledged each other in an entirely new light. Gordon searched out his clothing and then reached out his hand for Sharon.
"Let's go home, darling..." he said tenderly.
"I am home, Gordon," Sharon replied sweetly, "I'm going to stay here with Guy and Carolyn until Guy is ready to head west. And then, I am going with him!
There was absolute silence in the room. Sharon had conferred with neither Guy nor Carolyn about her decision, in fact, she had made it up on the spur of the moment. Confident that it would be all right, and she knew that she and Guy would be happy wherever they were and whoever they were with!
"But you're welcome to visit any time," Carolyn added trying to soften the blow.
Stunned, Gordon put on his clothes and left the one room apartment without any further words. What had he done wrong? he wondered as he entered the bleak emptiness of his apartment next door.
Chapter Nine
Gordon felt himself starting to cream up between the strange girl's widely held thighs, directly into her flaring hot pussy. "GOD, SHE WAS GOOD CUNT!!"
"OH HONEY OH HONEY OH HONEY!!" he cried, feeling her start to cum down heavily against him as he thrust in upward between her obscenely parted legs. They were standing against the wall at the back of the Dug Out bar, outside, and the summer night was dark around them. In the back of his mind, Gordon thought he might just like to get to know this girl better, but first, he thought as he felt the strength of his orgasm passing, first I'll have to get her to wear different clothes ... not so flashy. And then, her hair ... she couldn't keep on wearing it like that.
The girl sensed that he was distracted and started to pull away from him slowly.
"It was good," she said candidly, but already she wanted to get back to the bar. The guy she was with was acting kind of strange, and she didn't really feel like getting involved with more weirdoes.
Gordon entered his apartment just as Carolyn was leaving hers with her new found boyfriend.
"Hey, Carolyn, when you get back stop over to my house," Gordon called.
"Sorry, lover," Carolyn cried, "Hot date tonight, but maybe tomorrow!"
"Sure ... that's what you said yesterday!" he complained.
"Yeah," Carolyn replied, taking her new friend by the arm, "But you never know ... sometime I might really come over. Why don't you find yourself a nice steady girl? I'm not really your type!"
The 17 year old boy and the 24 year old woman stood happily in the frizzling rain at the entrance to the thruway. No one would have noticed the difference in their ages, because they were dressed almost exactly alike, in tight jeans and sweat shirts. But Sharon's full blown hips and nakedly thrusting breasts beneath her thin shirt were immediately apparent to the first car that stopped for them. The sign that they held read "Buffalo" in big printed letters, for that was their first stop as they headed west. They smiled at each other as tenderly as ever as the big Chrysler stopped, and the window whirred softly down on their side. It was air-conditioned inside, and a pretty redheaded woman smiled out at them in a charming manner. The man beside her at the wheel leaned over to invite them in.
"Hop in, kids... we'll take you all the way ..."
Sharon and Guy jumped in the back seat, lugging their backpacks in with them. The car started up again so quietly that they weren't really sure they were moving at all.
"Do you kids drink or smoke?" the redhead asked. As she said this she passed back over her head a flask and two marijuana joints. "Harold and I like to journey slowly and comfortably. And we do hope that you are not in a hurry!" she purred.
Guy and Sharon accepted both offers and could hardly contain their excitement at their good fortune. And from the way Sharon felt a certain well known tingle between her legs, she could tell that this was going to be a most leisurely journey indeed.
"I think they want to fuck us," Guy said confidentially to the pretty companion with him, who was still his very own brother's wife.
The car slipped easily through the rain headed toward Buffalo and points West.
"Who wouldn't?" Sharon replied, "But then, look at them, don't we want to fuck them, too?"
