She was worming against him and his passion was rising like a fast tide. He felt her tongue inside his mouth, her mound at her crotch hungering for him, her breasts expanding and pressing stiff nipples into his own chest. Her fingers grasped at the back of his neck and soft moans came from deep inside her throat.
Her body was lustful.
"So you are the same old April," he sighed. "You tried this in Lincoln and it didn't work then, either. I hate you too much to allow you to seduce me.
1
Karen couldn't sleep. She turned in bed and looked at the clock. It was after nine. Jeff had been gone for almost half an hour and normally she would have been up to get his coffee and see him off. But not this morning. Not since the letter had come the afternoon before.
Damn that letter. She wondered where it was. Then she remembered. It was still on the counter in the kitchen where they'd had their fight. She'd showed it to Jeff and he'd frozen over like an Arctic lake.
She sighed as she pulled herself from the bed. Damn that April. She'd been causing trouble for Karen and everyone else for as long as she could remember. Too bad a person couldn't choose her own sister. No, she had to take whatever their parents provided.
As she stood Karen felt the subtle change in her body. The very act of taking her first step and feeling her thighs brush together brought back the other grief. She sat down on the side of the bed at once and spread her knees a few inches.
This was April's fault, too. The morning before, Jeff had wanted to be late for work. It was the first time he'd been filled with desire at breakfast and Karen had thought it would be thrilling for them to make love before eight in the morning. At last, she had thought, they were getting it together with their marriage. Things were starting to break, for them after a rocky year and a half. It was getting away from Lincoln and the family that was doing it, she believed. They were beginning to lose their inhibitions out on the Coast. After a whole year, too.
But Karen had shaken her blond head and pressed Jeff's hand to her breasts. As he'd scissored her nipples, she gulped and wanted to run into the bedroom, but she'd made herself push him out of the door. No, darling, she'd breathed. After work, as soon as you get home. You can't be late for your job.
But when he'd gotten home the mood had been shattered. She had tried to make the best of it, meekly meeting him at the door in her little girl nightgown and showing him a pitcher of martinis. But he'd sensed her true mood and so she'd shrugged and shown him the letter.
The explosion had followed and then the deep freeze. They hadn't spoken all evening and they'd placed themselves in bed as far from one another as possible. That morning, less than an hour before, he'd slipped from the bed and dressed in silence. She'd been able to hear, but she pretended she'd been asleep. At last she heard the car drive off and she must have dozed for a while. Heaven knew she hadn't slept much during the night.
Tears welled in Karen's eyes but she brushed them away. She was more than sad. Her body was unhappy, too. Her very loins were crying out for attention. She'd slept most of the day before dreaming of the wonderful days of their honeymoon and their almost constant love-making that first month-before they'd begun to cool off under the pressure of disapproval from April.
Karen shook her head as she placed her hands carefully on her thighs. Yes, she had the itch, all right. Her body had been steaming while she'd waited for Jeff. Then after he'd tossed the cold water over her emotions she'd cooled off, but not for long She had expected too much and nothing had been delivered.
Now she was in trouble. Jeff was gone for the day, her crotch was quivering and she could expect nothing until he got home. Probably nothing then, either, because he didn't warm up fast when he had April on his mind. God damn sisters, Karen thought. God damn April. Her big sister had meddled in her life from the time they were little right up through her marriage. Karen didn't want to let herself think what was eating her older sister but she sensed a darkness in April she couldn't express.
With a sigh, Karen stood up. She moved carefully and headed for the bathroom. There she quickly took a cold shower, soaping her body with caution. She didn't want to stimulate herself unduly, for there was to be no relief. She remembered April again. When they were hardly teenagers April had done things to her. Karen had learned the excitement of sex from April's strong and stabbing fingers.
She shuddered as she dried herself. Yes, the cold water had helped. She felt better. Back in the bedroom she slowly dressed in jeans and one of Jeff's old dress shirts. She wasn't going anywhere and casual was the order of the day. She'd probably work hard to try to get rid of the frustration. That was the only thing that could help. She didn't bother to put on a bra and she was barefoot as she went down the hall to the kitchen.
The kitchen was almost spotless. Jeff hadn't bothered with breakfast and that would make him cranky as the day wore on. She looked at the drain board. Yes, the letter was still right where he'd thrown it, envelope and all. She picked it up and examined April's flowing handwriting, that intelligent hand that matched her brain. So she'd been to college. So she was smart. So she'd always been able to find good jobs. Damn April, anyhow.
She put the letter into its envelope and stuffed it behind the row of spices on the counter. She made herself coffee and poured a little orange juice. She wasn't any hungrier than Jeff had been. They were both hurt and they didn't enjoy hurting one another, so they were both suffering. That she knew.
God, she mused as she slumped at the table and sipped at the hot coffee. It had been hell in Lincoln with April doing her best to sabotage their every move for freedom and happiness. Then they'd escaped, carrying the scars with them. For almost a year they'd been trying to shrug off the inhibitions of their first months together and they'd just begun making it again with some regularity.
This was important for Karen for she was a full and complete woman. She hadn't known this until she and Jeff had been married. Before that there had been only juvenile groping which, although it had turned her on, had not satisfied her. Only the full climax in their honeymoon bed had taught Karen how wonderful sex could be.
Now she was paying the price. Now, when she needed her husband the most, he had denied her. She was a fool to have sent him off to work the morning before when he'd wanted to take her into bed and fuck her. Yes, say the word, Karen, fuck. It isn't a dirty word, not when it means lying on his body and feeling the steady pressure of his cock pushing up into her body. She closed her eyes and the coffee cup clattered from her trembling hands.
"God," she said aloud and her voice sounded unnatural. She was startled and she leaped up. Her body was no longer cool. The chilling effects of the shower had worn off and she was ready for something. She had to have it. Even though she was alone, she blushed, for Karen was not ordinarily a wanton woman.
Karen had been raised as a "good" girl, despite the polluting effects of her bad seed sister. She'd kept her cherry reasonably intact until her marriage, although April had managed to disturb it from time to time with her pressing hands and face. Karen shuddered and blushed. That had been such a dirty time. She was probably lucky she hadn't matured into a lesbian.
She folded her arms over her breasts and realized how ready her body was. Even thoughts of April had increased her stimulation. She shuddered again, wondering what she might allow April to do to her if April should suddenly appear at the back door.
She went to that door and peered out at the bright California sunshine. It was beautiful. Too beautiful, too warm, too sensual. It seemed to invite sex. This would be fine, if only Jeff were at home. She thought about calling him, but that was crazy. He was still angry and he'd only hang up.
She should get on the phone and call April. Tell her to stay away. But that was impossible. She couldn't handle April when they were children and she couldn't now. The four-year age difference had made April seem almost like a third parent to Karen. She'd have to deal with her, firmly, when the time came. She couldn't allow her sister to alienate her and Jeff as she had done in the Midwest.
Yes, she'd just see that....
She heard a vehicle pull into the drive and she stood still at the door, her head cocked, listening. Who in the world could that be? The milkman wasn't due until the next day. She hoped it wasn't somebody selling something. She didn't need any interruptions, thank you.
But then ... She pursed her lips. It was crazy, of course, but she was so damned hot ... and so lonely. Perhaps simply talking to somebody who didn't demand too much would help her relax. Then she'd be in better shape to talk to Jeff when he got home.
Be careful, she told herself as she wiped her hands on the tight thighs of her jeans. She certainly wasn't dressed in a sexy way, she realized as she looked down at herself. But still, the old shirt clung fetchingly to her breasts and without the bra, her nipples were prominent. The jeans were old, faded and cut off halfway between her knees and ankles. They were very tight around her bottom and even the fly was stretched so that the metal buttons showed. They clung to her hips and thighs like a second skin.
She half smiled. She was being foolish. Of course nothing would happen. Nothing ever would, especially in her own home. She'd never cheated on Jeff and she certainly wasn't going to use an interrupted sex date with her husband as an excuse to satiate herself with someone else.
She at last heard the bell at the front door and, breathing deeply, she turned away from the back door and passed through the kitchen. She stepped into the cool shadows of the dining room and its adjoining front room. In the entry hall she stopped and licked her lips. Then she laughed out loud; what if it were Josephine, the plumber? Would Karen try to rape her?
She was still smiling as she gripped the knob and opened the heavy door. She blinked into the morning sunshine, but the blink wasn't because of the brightness. It was because she wasn't certain she could believe what she saw. Or who she saw.
He was tall and lanky and hardly more than a teen-ager. He might have been as old as Karen, but he was several inches taller. Even taller than Jeff. He was at least six feet four with dark rather rumpled hair, a long face and a heavy body that probably would have made him a high school football star. He wore gray pants and shirt and over his left breast pocket was a little emblem: a bolt of lightning and the words "TV Repair."
Karen still frowned into the brightness as he smiled and half saluted. "Hi, Mrs. Wilson?"
She bit her lips and made herself half turn away so that she could compose herself. "Yes. Oh ... you're the man for our TV. It's broken."
"I know, ma'am. That's why I'm here. The boss said it broke yesterday afternoon and he was hot when nobody got over here last night. So I'm Johnny-on-the-spot this morning. You won't miss your soap operas today ... unless the picture tube's gone." He smiled broadly, like one of the farm boys from the open country around Lincoln.
"Well, please come in." Karen stepped back from the door and he brushed past her. Brushed was the right word because, with his heavy case of tools and spare parts he half lurched and his elbow raked across her jutting breasts as he entered the house.
He looked back from the entry. "Sorry, ma'am."
She came inside and closed the door behind her. Somehow the closing of the door to the outside world seemed terribly intimate. "That's all right. The set's in the front room. That way."
He followed her finger and she followed him. Lord, his head barely seemed to clear the entry into the living room and he moved with a slow walk, like a large cat in the jungle. He would be a well-coordinated athlete, both on and off the field. She watched him set down the case on the carpet in front of the set He peered up over his shoulder at her and she saw his eyes briefly flicker over her body, from bare feet to blond hair. She flushed, but she refused to draw back or cover herself with her arms. This was her house.
"What does the set do?"
She lifted her chin and took another deep breath. God, the poor kid hadn't done a thing and she had him raping her on the living room floor. As these thoughts raced through her head, she felt them in her middle. The heat increased. Yes, something had been switched on from her head to belly.
"Una ... it just hissed and went dark, but there was still sound."
"Urn...." he said back to her. Then he pulled the set out around from the wall and, on his knees, he unscrewed the rear panel. He lifted it away and stared in at the back of the big picture tube, its attendant smaller tubes and the maze of tangled wires. "Yeah, it's a tube. See this one?" He unplugged a blackened tube. "Your hissing was this one going dead."
Karen couldn't believe what she said next, even as she heard herself saying it "What's your name?"
He grinned over his shoulder, still on his knees, as though he were accustomed to such a question. "Ed. Why? What's yours? Other than Mrs. Wilson."
"Karen...." She half whispered the word. "Why did I ask you your name?"
He laughed out loud as he rummaged in his case for a replacement tube. "Because you like my work and you're gonna ask for me next time, I hope. We're a neighborhood shop and we do .top work. Can't afford to have unhappy customers."
Karen smiled. "Yes, that's it. And your rates are low."
He squinted as he peered into the opened rear of the set "Got a flashlight? Mine's out in the truck."
Karen hurried into the kitchen and took one out of the cupboard, close to the garage fuse box that sometimes broke a circuit, plunging the house into darkness. She came back and held it out to him.
"I need both hands. There's a busted wire I gotta twist together. Can you hold the light for me? Right behind my left shoulder."
Karen leaned over him, light on, and placed it two inches from his left ear. It shone into the bowels of the set and she could see the broken wire. She could also see his body expand and contract as he breathed and she could even hear his breath as it gently swished in and out of his open mouth.
It was crazy, Karen knew, but she wanted this man. No, she didn't! She couldn't. She didn't even know him, except that his name was Ed. What a stupid woman she was. She was careful to keep her body from coming into contact with his but, without knowing it, she allowed the light to drift down until it was resting on his shoulder. Rather, her fingers were on his shoulder.
It was becoming painful to keep leaning over. Her back was beginning to ache. She shifted her weight, wanting to kneel, but she lost her balance and lurched against him. For an instant she felt her breasts press into the middle of his back and, also for a crazy moment, she felt his free hand reach back toward her.
The hand came back, fingers thrusting, and it raked across her thigh and up into her crotch. She felt it gropingly close over her crotch, catching the purse of her cunt. She cried out and the hand leaped away.
He sat down hard and gazed up at her ... a mocking smile on his mouth. Karen felt her resolve draining away like dry sand from a bottle.
2
She flushed madly and her cheeks seemed to be burning with embarrassment. She turned away from Ed the television repair man and gripped the flashlight in both hands, hugging it to her breasts.
His chuckling stirred anger inside her body and she turned to him at once. "What's so funny?"
He was shaking his head, already peering back into the set as though nothing particularly significant had taken place. "You are. Christ, you're really up tight. So we ran into one another. If you'd keep your balance there wouldn't be any accidents. Jesus, you won't burn up where I touched you." He looked directly up into her face. "Will you, Karen Wilson?"
She sniffed, her chin trembling. She struggled until she had regained control of her emotions. At least, most of her emotions. "You seem to think what you do is pretty important to women."
"Not at all. You're the one who's quivering like a guitar string. Relax. Nobody's gonna bite." He turned back into the television set. "Come on, get in here with that light. We're running up charges."
This time Karen was careful as she got down on her knees. It was strangely exciting to be kneeling with a stranger. Supplicating, somehow, as though she were exposing herself to him, spreading her body for him to do with as she wished. She looked down at herself. Yes, her breasts were heavier and the damned nipples were pressing against the shirt. If only she'd worn a bra. Her jeans were stuffed tightly around her cunt and she wondered if she only imagined that a darkness was appearing in the center of her crotch. Nonsense. She couldn't be that worked up about a man she didn't even know, someone who was not her husband.
"I'm waiting." His voice startled her and Karen quickly turned on the light and shined it over his shoulder.
"You're jiggling. Lean it against me."
She did as she was told, resting the light in the hollow of the shoulder. They were back where they had been, but this time she wasn't going to make any mistakes. He probed about inside the set with a rubber-handled screwdriver. She watched him tinker without realizing her body was losing its stiffness.
There was a worming in her crotch still, but she couldn't balance like a steel rod forever. At last her hip jutted to one side and it came to rest against his hip. She allowed it to press harder because he wasn't paying any attention anyhow. He hadn't been fooling about getting the job done.
His elbow came back as he worked and she felt it press into the side of her right breast. She didn't move out of the way because she was certain his concentration was total No use raising a fuss that would embarrass them both. Still, that elbow was beginning to move. It pressed more firmly into the breast, pressing it hard toward her other breast.
It hurt so Karen pulled back enough to release her breast Then, without needing to, she came forward again and the nipple sank straight into his elbow. He was wearing short sleeves so that there was nothing between their naked flesh except a thin layer of Karen's shirt.
She could feel his warmth and the jutting of the bone. Surely she would feel on fire to him, but he gave no sign. He was working; she was the aggressor. She sighed at her boldness. She was ashamed. If Jeff were to come on her like this ... but the need of her body refused to be denied. Her caution was torn apart by the fire in her crotch-a fire that Jeff had turned on and then neglected to cool. Yes, damn it it was all his fault If he had performed his duty as a husband....
"Over to the right," he muttered.
Karen moved the light and her body shifted with it so that the elbow poked into her other breast. She felt the nipple stiffen, as its twin had done. She drew in her breath sharply, but he didn't appear to notice. She allowed the elbow to move about over her breast and she imagined what it would be like if the elbow were replaced by fingers.
This time he turned. "What did you say?"
She shook her head. "Nothing."
"I heard something like a sigh."
"I said it was nothing, damn it."
He laughed and roughly his hand came up to muss her blond hair. It was a very intimate thing for him to do and again Karen flushed. "You are a funny one. Pretty, but funny. I know, you think I'm a kid and I talk pretty good for a twenty-year-old. That's because I'm a smart kid. I'm slated for medical school and you might say I'm working my way through college. So don't think you can treat me like a punk, okay, Mrs. Wilson?"
"Who's treating you any way at all?" she shot back. "You seem to be pretty sensitive for a boy. I don't care whether you think you're a genius or not"
He laughed again. "All right, score one for you. Now let's finish the job, if you can hold that fucking light still long enough to tell which end is up."
"You needn't use such rough language," she muttered, but the taboo word secretly thrilled her. She'd rarely heard Jeff speak that way and the letters F-U-C-K drilled into her as though they were mounted on the head of a prick.
"Just pipe down."
Karen flushed still another time. God, he was younger than she and it was probably a lie about medical school. Still, who knew and what did it matter? Being a doctor wouldn't make him a god.
She held the light, keeping her breasts away from his elbow. But she couldn't stay so close to him for such a long time without something happening. Her body would take over from her conscious mind and do as it pleased. Soon she was leaning toward him and her knees slipped farther apart on the carpet Then she felt a knee press against his knee. Abruptly he sat back and his buttocks came to rest on her thigh, heavy, firmly.
He looked back at her. "It's hard keeping up like that. My thighs are shaking like jelly. Okay?"
"Whatever you say," she replied in an effort to keep herself cool and detached. He was only a service man. She wasn't really interested in him.
"Fine." He sat back and with the increase in weight her knee slipped farther out and his bottom plunged between her knees. She was hugging his hips with her thighs even though she hadn't planned things that way. His tail bone was pressing up into her crotch and the hardness excited her. She fought to keep from showing it.
He looked back again. "You all right?"
She knew her face and throat were flaming again. "I ... I'm not sure."
"What? Tell me what's going on."
She breathed deeply and his eyes flicked down at her breasts. "You know...."
"No, I don't. You gotta tell me, lady, or I get out of here pronto. I gotta hear it from those lips ... those lips that look like they could French a man until he was inside out."
Lord, what was he saying to her? There could be no more mistaking his meaning now. He wanted her and he knew she wanted him, but he was making her extend the offer. She was going to have to ask for it ... possibly to beg. "Well, there's a ... a sensation down there...."
"Down where?"
"You know."
"Son of a bitch, I don't know. Where?" He dropped the screwdriver on the carpet and she put the light aside. But he still sat firmly between her legs and now she could definitely feel the moistness seeping into the crotch of her jeans.
"Well, around my ... uh...."
"Your cunt?"
Karen sucked air again, but she closed her eyes and nodded.
"Then say it. I want to hear you say 'cunt'."
She whispered the word. "I can't hear you."
Then she said it in a normal voice. "Cunt."
He laughed. "You see? Didn't hurt a bit and you won't even get pregnant because you said a naughty word. So," he continued with a smirk, "your little pussy is palpitating, hey? I'm gonna have to get a look at that."
"No," she whispered and her golden hair shook with her denial.
"Like shit"
He squirmed around on the carpet as he straightened and they faced one another, still on their knees, their bodies upright. Karen's thighs began to shake from the effort, but she wasn't going to crumple before him. They were face to face, two inches between their tight thighs. As she looked down she saw the distended crotch of his pants Even though they were gray she could see the stain. He was secreting already. He was ready to fuck her, if she'd let him.
"No," she said to his unspoken question.
"I repeat: like shit"
She shook her head, but his hand came up to cup the back of her neck. He pulled her toward him and she strained to keep her body rigid, even as it leaned forward. She wouldn't fold in the middle and crumple against him. She just wouldn't! He pulled her face toward him until their noses were an inch apart.
"Now, can you hold it like that?" he asked.
"I ... I don't know. Why? What are you going to do?" She licked her lips. "If the set is fixed, you'd better leave."
"You're out of your gourd, lady." He smirked. "Now, can you stay like you are? I can give you a surprise. Put your hands behind your back for better balance."
For some reason Karen did as he advised, gripping her fingers behind herself and still leaning forward on her knees. It was easier with the balance, but what if she should fall forward? She felt herself begin to waver almost at once.
"I can't hold it," she said after a minute.
As she leaned toward him, knees braced apart, hands behind her, chin high, she was fully exposed. He brought his hands up and held them, ringers crooked, right in front of each breast. "It's up to you, Mrs. Wilson."
For some reason she muttered, "You're no medical student."
"How should that make any difference? Who the fuck cares? Come on, if you want me to feel you up you gotta come forward. I'm giving you a break. Later you can claim you couldn't keep your balance. But, accident or on purpose, you're gonna have to make the first move."
She curled her lip. "You big bastard. You don't want to let your victims keep their dignity, do you? You couldn't be the seducer. Oh, no, not you. You've got to degrade your women-and I'll bet you have plenty of them."
He shrugged, but his hands remained poised an inch from her breasts. "I've got my share. Come on, you want those knockers patted or not? I don't mind admitting they're beauties, real special."
Karen sighed and she struggled to keep her distance. But her thighs were quaking badly now and somehow she couldn't make herself unlock her clasped hands. It was a battle of wills and suddenly Karen lost.
She felt herself leaning forward, a fraction of an inch every few seconds. Then she felt the whisper of shirt against his cupped fingers. Her breasts fell into his palms and he welcomed them with gentle squeezes.
"Oh ... God!"
"Feels good, don't it?"
She breathed deeply, each breath burying her softness a little deeper into his massaging palms. She felt her flesh pucker and tingle as the sensation raced all the way down into her crotch. She was dripping down there by now and the stuff was soaking the insides of her thighs. Her nipples were turning to wood as they poked into his palms like eager puppies that wanted even more attention.
He worked her breasts for several minutes until they were like heavy grapefruit ready to drop from the tree, Then he was unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it from the waist of her jeans. He spread the cloth and blew out his cheeks. "Jesus Christ, what knockers! Mrs. Wilson, you're stacked like a pile of gold at Fort Knox."
Karen flushed-this time with pleasure-as she looked down at herself. Yes, they were certainly large and extended. She was overly hot, ready to trot at any time. But she had to at least pretend to keep up the fight. "Keep away from me," she whispered.
He laughed as his face came forward and he put his lips on her throat. Silently, choking back a cry, Karen lifted her face so he could peck his way down her throat and into the crack between her breasts. Then he was climbing the side of a mound and wrapping his lips around a nipple. The thing threatened to pop out of its skin, which was pink and stretched tightly, no longer puckered.
Karen gasped and her hands at last came around her body to lace themselves behind his head. She moved his face to her neglected breasts and he nursed there for several minutes. He lifted his face at last and grinned. "Mrs. Wilson, you got tits to end all tits. The best I've seen in this part of town and I'm not shitting you on that."
Karen wanted to tell him to shut up and fuck her, but she couldn't. She only smiled and patted his face. Then she looked down at her crotch and he followed her glance with his fingers. He worked fast as he ripped at the straining buttons of her fly, clawing them open and letting out another cubic inch of pubic hair with each surrendering button.
The hair was blond and he plucked idly at it until she winced. "Stop that," Karen panted. "You're hurting me." But it was a delicious hurt and she wanted to let him do anything to her that he wished.
He pulled from her shoulders until she was standing erect on her knees. Then he yanked at the hips of her jeans until their tightness at last yielded and they began to slip down around her golden and smooth flesh. When they passed the upper curve of her hips the going was easier and soon they were slipping over her upper thighs.
Together they watched as his hands worked at one side and then the other until her pussy came into view. It was indeed a golden triangle with a slit in the center that was fresh pink and as exciting as a bite of candy.
"Shit," he breathed, and Karen felt his equal-perhaps even superior-for the first time. "You got it, honey."
"Please, take it," she asked. Then she commanded: "Take it!"
He pushed her hard and Karen was rolling on her back. He was jerking the jeans until they were down over her ankles and he was crawling up over her body. He made her unzip his gray pants and then she was forced to reach into his fly, through his shorts. She fumbled around under his balls and felt that the steel shaft of his prick demanded to be freed, so she whipped it out.
He raked it across her belly as she stared at the purple and pink monster. It was oozing from the gigantic knob and when he pressed it into her golden fur it wouldn't go. Not at once. Not until he jabbed her hard several times and she wound up guiding it inside.
The young son of a bitch was too fast. He was going off before he had it half seated and Karen was sobbing. "You shit, you're not even home yet And you're emptying your wad, aren't you? You're finished ... right now, you prick!"
Karen was lying back, arching her hips furiously as he was already softening and beginning to slip from her body. He smiled and patted her bottom when it heaved up from the carpet.
"Relax, honey, there's plenty more where that came from."
3
Karen was writhing on the carpet, the remains of the shirt barely clinging to her shoulders, the jeans and pants stripped from her body. He had been so damned fast that her body was unsatisfied. Unsatisfied? Hell, she hadn't gotten started before he was finished. He knelt over her, his great prick dripping and shiny with his come.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look as though I let you down."
"I didn't make it," she snarled. "You know that. Don't you know anything about holding back?"
"Okay, okay, so we'll do it again and I'll hold back. I'll do anything you want." He scratched the top of his tousled head. "Christ but you're a hot one. What about your old man? Doesn't he take care of you at all?"
"Of course he does," she snapped, rolling to her side and partially covering her exposed body from his gaze. She was calming down, no longer squirming, although she still needed it more than ever.
"I'm not complaining."
"How come you crawled all over me the first time I walked in your door? They didn't tell me about you in the shop, and they would have."
She frowned. "What?"
"Look, Mrs. Wilson, our shop has been here before to work on your set, right? Well, we keep books on the housewives and single broads who like to play or who somehow show that they might like to play with somebody. Your name isn't on the list. You never opened up to us before. Why now?"
She sniffed. "None of your business. Just because things haven't been going too well between Jeff and me doesn't mean I'm going to tell you my troubles."
"You don't know many people in the neighborhood better than you do me, sweetheart," he reminded her. "After all, we've gotten acquainted pretty fast."
"They're personal. About me, Jeff, my family, going back to Lincoln."
"Nebraska?"
She shook her head again. "Please. You can't help, except to help me now. Please, Ed, tell me what you think of my body. I need you there."
He knelt over her and, handling her gently, he rolled her to her back. "Ah, your body. There's a lot there to talk about. You got the sweetest knockers this side of Lincoln. Maybe the other side, too."
As he spoke about Karen's breasts, he handled them gently, rolling them from one hand to the other, pinching the nipples until they were more stiff than before. She could feel them swelling and filling his hands once again. They ached to burst from their flesh.
"I like your belly, too." He placed his hand flat across her navel and he then stroked her in small circles. "It's real nice and flat with just enough of a curve when you're worked up to get me worked up, too. I should have gone straight for it before I fucked you. See how firm and at the same time soft it is when I press in?"
Karen sighed as he pushed hard against her belly, feeling the pressure all the way through to her buttocks, which flattened on the carpet. The circles became larger until they were whispering across the upper fringe of her pubic hair, hair that was still damp from their fast fucking. He'd also dribbled some into her crotch, his heavy load boiling over from her rather small cunt.
"Your hips aren't very wide, but they look just right. Built for fucking and just wide enough to grab hold for a good ride." He stroked her hips as he spoke and slowly Karen drew up her knees.
His hands slipped down over her thighs and he stroked there as well. "Smooth and hard. Tanned all the way up to where the line of your bikini hits your crotch. You must spend a lot of time at the beach."
"The back yard, mostly," Karen whispered unnecessarily.
The fingers moved toward her very center, forming a ring around her pubic area. "This is the best part, naturally. A little tight and that makes for an exciting fit. Boy, when I rammed my cock into you I didn't think it would go. But you managed to hold me good and firm."
Karen curled her lip. "But not for long."
"It's pretty messy down there for the next go," he muttered.
"I could run into the bathroom for a minute." She started to sit up, but Ed pushed her down. In the same gesture he slipped the shirt down over her arms. She was naked and he had only his fly open. His pants were stained.
He looked down at himself. "Unfair, huh?"
She nodded. "Unfair."
He stood and opened his belt. Then he was slipping his pants down and they fell to his ankles. His shorts went with them and she stared up into his loins. The cock was stiffening once again and the rest of his crotch was startlingly white. He, too, had been out in the sun. His balls hung heavily and loosely, covered with hair that was still damp. He stripped away his shirt and, yes, his chest was tanned and heavily muscled. He would go at 200 pounds, at least.
He kicked off his shoes and socks and stood, feet planted wide, hands on his hips. "Well?"
"You look good," she chided. "I haven't seen an awful lot of performance yet. I've heard that young studs like you are good for one shot and that's it for the day. Am I right?"
"You'll find out," he shot back as he dropped to his knees again.
Karen lay flat on her back, arms at her sides, feet carelessly apart. He could do as he wished. She wasn't going to struggle with him any more. "Just so you put out the fire, Ed. I'm begging you to do that for me. Please."
"Kindly shut up," he commanded and she did.
Then he was leaning over her, his hands roaming from her belly to her knees. She felt him patting up the insides of her thighs and at once the flaming desire was fanned into a roaring fire again. She was burning up and each touch closer to her cunt was starting another blaze. She began to squirm and he had to hold her down.
He leaned a forearm across her breasts and another across her knees, which were now wide apart. Then he held his face close over the middle of her body. She lifted her head to look down. It was true. His face was only a few inches above her pussy and he was looking straight down into it.
"Ed ... Ed...."
"Hang on, baby. I'm going in."
She felt him touch her. It was his nose and it was sliding up the inside of her thigh. It was incredibly thrilling and her nerves sang for joy. Her muscles flinched with each touch and alarm bells were going off all through her body. She would soon have an orgasm whether he fucked her or not.
He moved up to the fringe of her fur and then the tongue was out, retracing the route the nose had taken. She reached down to stroke his head. She longed to grasp his hair and jerk his head straight down into her crotch, but she dared not break the spell. It was too fragile.
The tongue lapped up to the very fringe of her cunt and then the head was raised an inch. "Please...." she sobbed.
"Coming right up ... or down."
She felt the tongue worming through the hairs of her V of crotch hair, just above her cunt. Lower it went until that magic moment when it touched the very top of her lips, those swollen, pink and. terribly sensitive flanges that ringed the heart of her body.
Karen shuddered and her hips lifted from the carpet. She was making a bridge of her body, arching to meet him, her elbows and heels digging in for support. He pressed his face straight into her box, tongue out, and the rasping thing raced around the perimeter of her lips, and then inside them to where it was even more sensitive.
She gripped his head, right over his ears and the face went about its work as she tried to guide it. She felt the tongue go up into her, beginning its trip up her exploding channel. She convulsed once or twice and felt one or two quick spurts of juices as she cried out and tried to sit up. Each time his forearm forced her down again.
The tongue reached more deeply into her body and she moaned again and again, writhing, her knees pumping, her head turning from side to side. He was penetrating deeper and deeper until she wondered if the convulsion of her pussy would tear his tongue out by the roots.
His head pumped and he braced himself against her breasts and legs, driving his head like a piston, the tongue like a steel drill. He drilled her again and again, and at last Karen felt everything begin to tear loose.
The orgasm started low in her chest and seemed to drain everything that could be torn loose inside her body toward her vagina. She felt the heat spread through her belly. Her thighs quivered as their strength was drawn off. Then her pussy seemed to open like a flower.
As his head plunged down for a final lunge and stayed there as the tongue swished in and out, Karen came. It was a mighty orgasm, the best she'd had in months. She gushed over his tongue and then his face. Bathing herself and him in her musky juices. She rammed her hips sharply into his face, feeling her bone smack against the bridge of his nose. Again and again she smacked into that face as she came ... and came ... and came....
She emptied herself and searched for more to deliver to that tongue as it continued to drain her. She found every last drop and sent it rushing down her undulating canal where the muscles rippled in unison, carrying her juices to the outside.
At last she could do no more and she collapsed on the carpet, the center span of her bridge broken, her strength gone. She lay like a damp rag doll, her body shining as she felt the sweat roll from her, down her sides and soak into the carpet.
Ed's head stayed where it was, the tongue slowly doing a clean-up job. It licked her from the inside out, working her cunt lining, then the lips and finally the outside hair and where some had splattered on her belly and thighs. When she was clean he rolled from her, gasping as much as she, his body sweating just as much.
They lay on their backs, side by side, panting, their eyes fixed on the ceiling. Nothing could be heard for several minutes as their breathing gradually returned to normal. At last she turned her head toward him.
"Some house call."
"Fourteen bucks an hour ... but I turned off the meter a half hour ago." He turned toward her and grinned.
Theirs hands drifted together and she felt his fingers squeeze hers. But she pulled her hand away. "No, I don't want that kind of relationship with you. No hand-holding."
He sat up and laughed. "No hand-holding? For Christ's sake, lady, I just reamed the shit out of you and now you're saying that holding hands is dirty!"
Karen sat up, drawing up her knees and folding her arms to shield herself. "You know what I mean. It's a sex relationship and that's all. Holding hands implies that there might be some other sort of affection."
"But it's not true," he replied.
"Of course not. I love my husband, even if ... if I do things like this with someone like you."
"Let me get this straight," he snapped and she knew she'd hurt him. "I'm merely a cock on two legs, right? I'm here to deliver sex to you. Nothing more. I can make you beg for it, but that doesn't mean I'm worth a shit to you for anything else."
Karen licked her lips as they stared into each other's faces. "Something like that. Of course I do hope the television set will work after you're gone."
"Well, fuck you, lady," he snarled. "You're gonna get a full bill...." He stopped, shook his head and then he grinned at her. "Okay, I'll play your game. I'll give you a break and let you work off the bill, if you'll do what I want for a change."
"What you want? I thought you got what you want," she hissed, lifting her chin as she spat her words.
His head was shaking. "No, no, you don't dig your own point of view. If I'm only a cock to you, then you're only a cunt to me, right?"
"I would hope so."
"So we can do anything as long as we don't get ... uh, emotionally involved I guess is the way they put it. So I want you to do to me what I did to you. I'm a tongue and a cock, you're a tongue and a cunt. You haven't even taken your tongue out of the packing crate. Come on, unlimber it."
Karen stared at him, at that long face with the streaks of sweat still running out of the matted hair. He was a big man, all right, and he had big desires. But ... well ... she just couldn't. She'd never done....
"Come on. It won't kill you. Christ, I nearly smothered myself in your crotch, but I came up safe and sound and you came like you never have before."
She shook her head. "I wouldn't know what to do."
"It comes naturally, baby, but I'll be glad to coach you. Come on, get into position." With that he lay on his back and spread his legs wide. The anticipation was getting to him and the great cock was lifting again, hardening until it was pointing toward the ceiling. The knobby thing was jerking with the beat of his juices and she knew he'd found another full load somewhere in his crotch.
Karen swallowed, but she was excited. After all, he'd done a wonderful job on her and she owed it to him to pay him back in kind. On her hands and knees, she hovered over his crotch. That prick pointed up into her face like some gigantic tower. He reached for her hanging breasts and fondled them until she felt a new tingle in her crotch. Yes, she was switched on.
She studied the knob, eyeing it from various angles until she felt heavy hands on the back of her head. Her face came down and, whether she wanted to or not, she was going to suck this man's cock. It was a first for her and she closed her eyes as the knob brushed across her cheek.
The hands allowed her head to bob up an inch and then they aimed her face. Her lips touched the knob and she pressed them together as hard as she could as the cock seemed to sniff around her nose and mouth like a curious animal. Then she moved her head to the side of the shaft and, pursing her lips, she kissed the shank of the prick.
"Well, that's a start," Ed muttered and she opened her eyes to see his nest of pubic hair and the white flesh of the shaft. The knob was somewhere up around her ear.
She slowly pecked her way along the column, heading toward the swollen tip, turning purple as he strained. He was breathing, the air whistling in and out of his open mouth, and the breathing was a rasping. He soon was gasping and she could feel twitching start all over his body.
She worked her way to the flange and here she also kissed, working around the heavy rim of flesh. He cried out and his hands rested only lightly on her hair. She was going where he wanted, she knew, and he wasn't worrying about directing her anymore.
She at last reached the tip of his cock and she studied it from two inches away, her eyes slightly crossed. She examined the tiny slit in the end and then she tested it with the tip of her tongue. He gasped and shuddered. She smiled and turned to look up toward his face.
"So, now it's you who is going out of his mind."
"Christ, yes, don't quit. Please...."
"I wouldn't do that to any man ... even you."
She kissed the knob and her tongue appeared between her lips and the tip made a tiny loop around his tender skin. He whooped and gasped again, his buttocks coming up from the carpet to smack the prick into the bottom of her nose.
Karen opened her lips and, feeling her way with her tongue, she worked a half inch of the prick into her mouth. She stopped there and massaged the cock with her tongue, growing more bold with each second. He cried out and began to beg her to take him faster. He threatened to go off before he was all the way home.
So she took another half inch and then another inch, working it deeper, her muscles rippling like a snake swallowing a field mouse. She now had several inches inside and, responding to some primitive instinct she didn't know she had, Karen began to pump her head up and down. He pumped in opposition to her and in seconds she felt his final gigantic swelling.
"I'm coming!" he rasped and she heard his fingernails clawing the carpet.
She couldn't reply, of course, except to make some gurgling sound deep in her throat, almost choking her, but she recovered in time to accept the first hot sticky spurts from his jizz sac. Then it flowed like heavy, hot cream.
He rammed her again and again, emptying himself into her body a second time ... gradually weakening. At last they paused, softened and fell from each other, panting, sweating and-for the moment, at least-satiated.
4
Jeff couldn't concentrate. It had been a hell of a day and, knowing that his work wasn't what it should have been, he really couldn't blame the boss for reaming him. He didn't usually make stupid mistakes. He tossed down his pencil and leaned back in his chair. The desk was a mess and usually he had his work neatly under control.
Well, he'd work late; it wouldn't matter because he had nothing to go home to anyhow. Christ, the fight with Karen had been their worst yet. And, as usual, it had been caused by that bitch of a sister. Even a letter from April could set her sister and brother-in-law to clawing each other's eyes out.
He sighed as he glanced up at the clock. It was after five and the office was rapidly emptying. Already the bosses were gone-Harold and Frank never seemed to knock themselves out with long hours-and most of the front office people had already gone home.
He thought about Karen. God, they at last had something going. Getting away from her family had been the best thing that had ever happened to their marriage. She'd become so damned inhibited that they weren't making it. After a year on the coast things were beginning to go right again.
Then April's letter arrived. She didn't ask, she simply announced that she was moving West for a fresh start and that she intended to stay with Jeff and Karen until she found a job and a place of her own. Jeff really wanted Karen to tell her sister to stay the hell out of their lives, but Karen didn't have the strength and Jeff couldn't go over her head. Karen might leave him. Besides, it was her family and her responsibility.
If only his wife had the guts to stand up to April. Their whole relationship would be so much healthier, so much more satisfying and, somehow, he knew it would make their sex problem a thing of the past. But April was a powerful force and even Jeff was reluctant to square off against her in a toe-to-toe slugging match.
He had thought about simply walking out on Karen, telling her it was going to be him or April, but that he wouldn't hang around to compete with the sister. But he loved Karen too much to risk that, and such a surrender would please April a great deal. He'd be damned if he'd do something like that to hand April an easy victory.
He had often wondered how the two sisters had sprung from the same parents. They were so different. Karen was gentle, shy, loving, trusting, anxious to be led and eager to be taught how to do her share in their marriage. Perhaps Karen was too weak, but she was a beautiful, appealing woman and Jeff loved her.
April, on the other hand, was a tiger. She was the older and dominant. Her younger sister never had a chance to catch up. April had played a big brother role in the Robertson home, training Karen as much as their passive parents had. It might have been that with nobody very strong, someone had to take charge. April had been only too pleased to fill the void.
Karen turned to jelly when her sister was on the scene, and Jeff often "wondered what had given April such power. It was as though Karen had been broken to April's will when they were very young. There was an almost sexual feeling between the two-such as a bull and fern relationship. Jeff shuddered. Not in the literal sense, of course, but Jeff always had had the feeling that Karen hadn't told him everything.
He sighed as he returned to his work. He had to wade into this paper mess or lots of people in town wouldn't be making their income tax estimated payments in time. He'd have a lot of people in trouble. He didn't know how long he had worked, but he was certain he was alone and that it was late. So he was surprised to hear a noise..
Jeff looked up. The door was opening and it was Donna. Good old Donna. She was his assistant; his main woman, he called her. She closed the door behind herself and smiled. "I wondered if you'd still be here. There's always tomorrow, you know."
Donna had been with the firm longer than the year that Jeff had been on the scene. Still, she was a year or so younger than he, a local girl all the way. Her hair was dark, her face sweet and gentle. She was taller and somewhat larger than Karen and her voice was as soft as the rest of her. She was a lady. It came right through her pores. He had never thought of Donna Langley as anyone other than a gentle, warm woman and a very talented accountant. If it weren't for chauvinism they would be equals in the firm of Harold and Frank. He had spoken to the partners about the possibility.
He grinned up at her as his pencil dropped. "Well, I don't like to fall behind. You know that. You also know I didn't get much done today."
He saw the line of curiosity appear between her eyes but she would never ask. "But it's late. You haven't had your dinner. Won't your ... won't Karen be wondering?"
"She knows where I am." He clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't going to tell the world his personal problems.
She stood by his desk, beautiful in her mini. It was a warm evening and she had no wrap. "I've been shopping and was on my way home when I saw the lights. I thought it might be you. Jeff, you know these papers aren't that important."
He slumped, realizing she was seeing through him. She had that talent. "It doesn't matter, don't need to be anywhere on time. Especially home."
He looked up at her. Yes, she was tall an beautifully put together. He'd never really notice before. Why did he notice her full breasts, her hips, her good firm legs now? Was it because he knew Karen was denied to him? Was it because he didn't want to think about Karen because thinking of Karen meant thinking of April? That bitch of a sister.
Donna leaned closer and her fingers brushed his shoulder. He looked at the tops of her breasts as they lifted over her square-cut bodice. "Look, boss, I'll make a deal with you. You quit now and I'll come in early tomorrow. We'll catch up together and our fearless leaders will bestow pay raises on us both. How does that grab you?"
He sighed. "I told you, I don't have anywhere to go ... nowhere special."
"Not home?"
He tried to grin. "Especially home, but please don't ask questions."
She waited, apparently thinking. "Tell you what. You can't stay here. You'll die of starvation. Let me buy you a drink-at my place. It's on your way. If you really don't want to go home I'll also see that you don't starve. And we'll set an early work schedule for the morning, as I promised."
He grinned as he shook his head. "You're a temptress, but you make it sound pretty good."
"Wonderful. Let's both drive and I won't need to bring you back here, okay?"
He nodded and she waited while he put on his jacket and killed the lights. He checked the doors and then they went out into the half light. It wasn't quite dark yet in the summer twilight, but it soon would be. They went to their cars and he waited while she pulled out ahead of him. Then he followed.
Well, Christ, it wouldn't hurt. God knew he needed her company or, at least, somebody's company. He'd probably wind up telling all, but she was a good listener and a discreet gal. Still, he didn't want to bend her ear. There was nothing she could do to help. Except for that drink. That was what had sold him.
She lived only a few blocks up the street, very close to the center of the city in a high rise apartment. It wasn't an expensive place and it was very small. The view made it worth the rent she did have to pay. He'd never been there but he'd heard she was on the top floor facing the bay. It had to be pretty, especially at sunset.
He parked out in front and went into the lobby, where a guard behind a desk nodded at him. "Miss Robertson has already checked you in, sir," the man in blue said.
She was waiting by the elevators and they were strangely silent as the cage hummed upward. They stepped out on top, 200 feet above the pavement, and she put a key into her door. As she swung ft open she snapped on lights and stepped aside. "Welcome to my...." She laughed. "God, I was going to say welcome to my parlor, but that's the spider and fly bit, isn't it? How about welcome to Langley Towers, my little home that's above it all."
"I'll buy that," he said as he slipped past her. Jeff was conscious of her breasts which came only a fraction of an inch from his upper arm as he brushed past.
It was a pleasant little place, a large main room, a tiny bath and tiny kitchen. She took a minute to show him around and then he stood at the large floor-to-ceiling window while she worked in the kitchen. It was a beautiful view. The sun had gone but there were streaks of pink and gold left over the sea far to the west.
"Here's something that might cheer you up."
He turned and she was standing by his side, somehow looking smaller, and she was offering him a glass. She kept one for herself and they drank. The whisky and water hit the spot and Jeff was pleased he'd accepted. He lowered his glass and stared at her.
"Something's different."
She looked down and he did, too. She was barefoot. No shoes or stockings. "I've slipped into something comfortable," she said with a light laugh, "by slipping out of something. You can climb out of your shoes, if you like."
He shook his head. "Can't stay."
Donna's lovely face fell, but it didn't lose its lovely look. "Oh. I was going to warm something up. It would only take a moment."
"No."
"You're right. You should get home," she agreed.
"I didn't say anything about going home," he snapped.
Her reply was very quiet. "Sorry. I just thought...."
"Well, quit thinking, Donna. When I need a soft shoulder to cry on, I'll ask for it. And when I want to tell somebody my trouble, I'll initiate the telling, all right?" His voice slashed at her and she turned away quickly.
"Excuse me." Her voice was strange and he knew she was terribly embarrassed. "I'll go turn off the stove...."
Alone, Jeff was hating himself. So he felt rotten. That was no reason to rip into Donna. She was only trying to help. If he accepted her liquor, he should accept her sympathy like a man. In fact, he should give something back. He was being selfish.
He went into the kitchen and she was removing food from a large frying pan, placing it back into refrigerator containers. "Put it back on the stove," he said.
She looked up at him and her neck was still pink, but she didn't seem angry. "Really?"
"Yes."
She did so, putting Swiss steak, potatoes and peas back into the pan. "You were probably right in the first place, Jeff. They're only leftovers. Nothing special."
"Special enough for me," he said as he moved over to stand just behind her. "Looks wonderful, in fact."
She turned the heat back on, very low and they went back to the front room with their glasses. They stood by the window, drinking slowly, until it was completely dark outside. He glanced at his watch; it was almost nine.
"Then you do have to go," she murmured and now she sounded disappointed. "Home, I mean."
He sighed as he nodded. "I suppose so, but not before I get some of that Swiss steak inside me." He stared down into moist dark eyes. A wonderful face above a body that was almost too curvy to go with the face. "I'm sorry. I've got problems. Wife and relative problems. Karen's sister is coming out to stay with us; I'm not happy about it and neither is Karen, but we're too gutless to turn the sister away."
Donna bit her lips as she nodded. "It doesn't sound like the worst problem in the world."
"I suppose not, but the sister is unique. She makes Karen and me jump through hoops when we don't want to. We had a big fight over her last night...." He started to say that the fight came up just before they were going to fuck, but he remembered himself.
"I'm sorry." She touched his arm. "Isn't there something I can do?"
He grinned. "You are. You're giving me drink and food and keeping me from getting fired. What more is there? You can't take the place of my wife...."
She flushed again and he took her hand. "I'm sorry, that slipped out ... but, crap, now you know. We haven't been getting along too well in that department, either."
She looked down at her glass, but he felt her almost instinctively move closer to him. Her hip brushed his and then slipped away. They drained their glasses in silence and he went with her to the kitchen as she began to make another round. At the refrigerator she tugged at an ice tray.
"This damned thing is stuck," she muttered as she struggled. "Can you help me?"
He moved close to her side and she steadied another tray as he pulled. Their bodies slammed together and she began to fall. He caught her, his arms going around her waist and then moving higher as she slipped from his grasp. He tightened his grip as she went to her knees and his hands were fastened directly on her breasts.
They didn't move. It was crazy, but they were frozen that way, she half turned so that his hands pressed into the softness. He could even feel her nipples and he could have sworn they were turning hard under his fingers.
She turned her head and looked up into his face. "Thank you for catching me." She said it in a way that meant she could have been thanking him for something else.
He nodded, wondering if he should let go of her at all.
5
Jeff shook his head and he let Donna go. The girl straightened at once and wiggled inside her mini, shaking things back into place as he watched. He knew he'd almost-been a fool. In fact, he probably was one for coming here at all. A man shouldn't choose a time when he's angry at his wife to visit the apartment of another woman.
But she'd looked so fine. Her high breasts had half slipped out over the bodice and they were firm and tanned, not a mark on them. The mini had hiked up showing additional inches of bare-skinned thighs. Her waist was so thin, not so thin as Karen because Donna was a bigger woman all over. But thin enough to make her proportions exciting.
"I'm very sorry," he muttered as he busied himself jerking the jammed ice tray loose. He handed it to her and stepped back.
"Sorry? For catching me?" Her voice was soft and if he'd embarrassed her it did not show this time. "If it hadn't been for you I'd have crashed into the stove, and the burner is still on."
"Yes ... well...." He watched as she rebuilt their drinks and they each carried a glass back into the front room. He looked around. There was the couch that would fold into her double bed, a bed she probably slept in alone-at least most of the time.
He returned to the window and looked down at himself. Yes, there was a bulge that showed. He knew he was hard but he hoped she wouldn't see. She'd probably toss him out on his ear. But he removed his jacket anyhow. It was warm, for one reason or another.
"Good," she murmured as she stood closely by his side. "I want you to be comfortable here."
He casually touched her shoulder with his hand and allowed it to slip around her shoulder. But he was careful to make it a brotherly gesture. "It is a comfortable place, Donna, and I want to thank you for taking in a poor, neglected husband."
She flushed now. "My motives aren't entirely those of a Girl Scout."
"What did you say?" He frowned down at her.
"You confirmed it when you caught me in the kitchen. I've always had a feeling for you, Jeff," she stammered. "From the day you walked into the office for the first time. Just now when your hands were on my breasts, well ... you lighted a fire I always knew would be lighted."
He blew out his cheeks. "Take it easy."
"Why should I?" she asked, but her tone wasn't defiant, but more defeated. "I don't enjoy working at your elbow day after day, knowing I mustn't touch, knowing you're going home to someone else. I've been wanting you, Jeff. It's a constant ache."
He licked his lips. "I didn't know that, I've always been so busy, so much in a hurry to get out of there at five o'clock."
"Until tonight."
"Yes."
"If you don't get out of here now I'm going to make a terrible fool out of myself." She turned away and was carefully folding his jacket over a chair, avoiding his glance.
He knew it was up to him, but he couldn't do it. He was unable to make himself do the right thing. So he shook his head. "I'm not leaving, not yet."
She straightened before him, a burning light in her eyes, her face drawn, her lips pursed. "Then what I'm going to do is partly your fault. You must remember that later."
He stood, stunned, still as a statue as Donna reached for him. At once her fingers were working at his belt buckle. Then, when it was loosened, she was pulling hard against the front of his pants and then dipping inside his waist with her other hand.
He couldn't believe it. This gentle, sweet girl was attacking him. He froze as her hand groped down inside his shorts, pulled his shirttail out of the way and then raced across his lower belly into his pubic hairs. In another second she'd come on his stiff and protruding prick, gripping it as though it were the handle of a hammer.
"Jesus...."
She peered up into his face, her face still grim and desperate. "I'm sorry, darling, but you've turned me on and I can't help myself. Later I'll be sorry, but not now!"
She rummaged below his prick and stumbled on his balls which she gripped gently and rolled them back and forth in the crowded space. Still, she managed well. The hand darted here and there between his legs, grasping the knob of his prick and pinching it hard. He cried out.
With a sob she withdrew her hand and threw her body against him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. She pressed her body and her lips against him, her tongue busy tracing the outline of his own lips. He felt her shudder and he held her firmly, trying to give to her what strength of will he had left in his own body. After a minute they stepped apart.
She shook her dark hair and turned away. "I ... I think it's time for you to go."
"No."
"Yes. Get something to eat on the way home."
"My mouth was fixed for Swiss steak," he said, trying to smile.
But she couldn't smile and her' eyes were shining. The tears might run at any moment. "All right. It's ready in the kitchen, but you'll have to serve yourself. I don't want to be out there with you."
"No. I'm the guest. You serve me."
She sighed and led the way into the tiny kitchen, where she set a small table for two. She moved sadly, her head down, her shoulders drooping. She seemed so defeated, so lost, so lonesome. He couldn't leave her now. Not now.
As she set the plates on the table, he put his arms around her from the rear. Her head came up to press back against his chin and he spread his fingers over her belly. He pressed in and the softness radiated heat. It was a more generous belly than Karen's, but still only round enough to be exciting. There was more of this woman every where. "Oh, Jeff...."
"Be still."
She nodded as he lifted his hands to her breasts, pressing into their ballooning softness. She was careful to get the plates on the table before she dropped them and then she reached back from her sides, trying to cup his buttocks. But it was a long reach and she stretched hard. The stretching pressed her breasts more firmly into his hands and he let them go long enough to dip into the low-necked mini and scoop them out.
They bobbed over the top and he looked down from over her shoulder. Yes, they were as he thought they would be: heavy, tanned down to where a bikini had cut off the sun (like Karen's) but the nipples were smaller and more pink than his wife's. He ran his thumbs over each sharp point and Donna shuddered.
"Oh, it's so wonderful!"
"Yes, for me, too." He sighed and kissed her under the ear as he again cupped the breasts and lifted them, feeling the heated flesh ease between his fingers like firm, rising bread dough.
"Please...."
She turned in his arms and pushed him away. "The steak is getting cold."
"The steak?" he blurted. "Christ, who cares about the steak?"
"We must eat," she said foolishly.
"You can't expect me to turn back now."
She grinned and there was a light of lust in her eyes. "All right, but you've got to play a game with me. We'll eat here and now, but we won't turn back the clock. I'll leave my breasts out just the way they are, unless you don't want to see them."
"Hell, yes, I want to see them!"
"Very well, but you've got to take off your pants, and your shorts. I've got to have something to sharpen my appetite."
It was crazy, but it was exciting, too, Jeff realized. "Yes, by sweet Christ, I'll do it!"
And he did. He slipped his pants to the floor, kicking off his shoes and socks. Then he slid down his shorts and they looked into his crotch. His prick was out like a baseball bat, waving, seemingly aiming for her cunt. She stared down at it and pursed her lips.
"It's beautiful, Jeff. You'll need to eat standing up, of course."
"You, too."
"Whatever you say, darling."
So they picked up their plates and their forks and stood before each other, leaning against the drain board, slowly chewing their food. He stared at her bobbing breasts, which moved as she cut her steak with the fork. They swayed from side to side in a delightful way.
He gasped. "We'd better hurry."
"I know."
They finished their meal and she giggled. "Dessert and coffee?"
"Later!" he snapped, taking her plate and placing it in the sink with his. "Quite a while later. But, by golly, I do feel stronger. I missed lunch and I was starving"
"Why do you think I insisted? I want all my men to be at their best." Again she giggled, and it was a girlish sound, so unlike her mature looks.
He took her hand and pulled her back into the front room. There they turned to face one another and she lifted her hands. "Here, you look silly.
Imagine, a shirt and tie and nothing else on."
"It was your idea," he countered as she removed the remainder of his clothes. "No more silly than you standing around fully clothed with your knockers hanging out."
"That was your idea."
He pulled at her when she'd finished with him and as she lifted her arms obediently, he lifted the hem of the mini until it was at her waist. She wore tiny lemon-colored pants and through them he could see the dark mass of cunt hairs. He got the dress over her head and her breasts bobbed freely. She'd worn no bra. He was learning more about Miss Langley every minute-and he'd know a hell of a lot more before they were finished. He removed her pants quickly.
They were both naked at last, examining each other. They slowly circled like a pair of animals, examining every hill and hollow, every crack. Then they stopped again and she tried to cover herself with her hands.
"All of a sudden I feel silly," she blurted.
"I can fix that."
He pulled her against himself and felt his prick lance up between them, burying itself in her lower belly. She would be feeling it, too, jabbing into her. She gasped and tried to pull away, but he held her more tightly. Then as he kissed her hard and got his hands between them and he caressed her breasts again.
From there he moved around her body and down her back until he was able to cup the cheeks of her buttocks. He pulled hard and Donna came up on her toes and his prick jabbed more firmly into her softness, but lower now because her body was raised.
"I like that, Jeff, darling," she murmured into his mouth as his lips parted for an instant.
He lifted her higher until his prick was able to slip between her legs and she at last got the message. Angling her hips toward him she spread her knees and his prick lanced up into her crotch. His first stab missed the mark and scored on one of her puffy lips that was just under the surface of dark fur. She gasped and cried out.
"God, I'm burning up! Your cock feels like it's on fire."
"Then help me put it out," he rasped. Yes, damn it, it had been a long time since Karen had taken care of him. Now he needed release in the worst way, full release to drain his balls.
She worked her hips back and forth until the knob seated itself directly over her hole. Then she began to settle, but not in a steady motion. She worked up and down and, inch by inch, the long and thick prick sank into her moist canal. He felt the walls close around it and pull it more deeply inside her as though she had fingers down there.
He watched her lower herself until she was fully impaled on his shaft. It was inside her to the hilt, at least eight inches of penis. He smiled and kissed the top Of her head and she seemed to dangle in the air. He knew her toes would be on the floor, but he had the sensation of holding her up completely.
It was then he started his motion, up and down, up and down. Donna began to push with her toes, flexing the strong muscles in her thighs, riding her body up and down against his. They worked themselves together as a single unit, their bellies neatly pressed together, yet with enough friction to get their nerve ends to the peak of agitation.
They began to pump harder and soon he knew his ejaculation was near. He was almost ready to come. She seemed to sense this, because she froze. "Are you ready?" she hissed, hsr whisper unsteady. She was close to orgasm, too.
"Yes," he muttered, straining hard against her.
"Then stop. Be very still, darling. I want this instant to last as long as possible." She pressed her fingers into the back of his neck. "Please, for me. I know you want to go off right away, but you're so beautifully large and firm inside me and I love that. I want it to be like this for as long as possible." She smiled. "As long as possible."
He gasped. "As long as possible. You're asking a lot, Donna. I'm ready to go off.""
"Just freeze. Fight it. Hold back."
He swallowed and fought, but it was no use. His nerves and senses had taken over. His muscles couldn't hold back the army of sperm that was about to march out of the end of his throbbing prick. "I can't hold it!"
"You must!"
"It's too late."
Donna sobbed. "Well, maybe I can get it my way anyhow."
She leaped up sharply and somehow jerked her body free of his prick. She came down hard on the carpet, her breasts shaking. Jeff stared at her as though she were insane. Then he looked down at his cock. It was like a steel bar, dripping, throbbing, three seconds away from an explosion.
She pointed at her mouth. "Don't you see, darling? I want to take it here!"
Donna had wasted too much time and now the first spurt shot out of his prick, convulsing his buttocks and making him curl his toes as he cried out. She dropped to her knees as the spurt splashed across her upper thighs. The second shot ripped into her breasts and the third splashed across her chin and lips, which she opened in time to catch a few drops.
When he was finished he was staggering and Donna was wiping her body and licking her hands clean of the heavy, dripping milk. He blinked.
Sweet Donna, the angelic Donna. So she liked to eat come. Fantastic.
6
His trusted assistant. His loyal aide. This sweet woman. Soft, gentle, fragile Donna Langley. Naked in her front room with the remains of his come dangling from one of her elbows where she had not yet discovered it. As he stared down she did find it, wipe it away and lick her fingers.
Jeff grinned. He was pleased to have gone off, although it hadn't been as satisfactory as it would have been if his cock had been stuck into something when he'd exploded. She smiled up at him, still on her knees, her thighs spreading beautifully as she sat back on her ankles at last.
"Your dessert?"
She nodded. "Delicious."
"No wonder you keep your weight down. You seem to avoid conventional sweets."
"Not all the time," she replied. "My tastes vary. I think it's wise to seek variety, don't you?"
Jeff didn't answer. Instead he looked out at the night, standing by the large window. He was up so high there was no one else to see his naked body and he wouldn't have cared if there, had been neighbors in his line of sight. His depression was coming back. Simply going off hadn't solved a thing, except to take a little of the edge off his sexual appetite after his frustrating evening with Karen the night before.
Damn that sister. April was already screwing things up good, just when they were ready to make their move back into a normal relationship. Karen was getting so inhibited, and he admitted to himself, he was, too. A thing like April would set them back to where they had been in Lincoln.
"I didn't help you much."
Without turning he shook his head.
"You're still worrying about the sister. Is she really so bad? If so, why don't you tell her not to come?" She was slowly climbing back on her feet, he could see from the reflection in the glass.
"It's not that easy. She goes back a long way. I suspect she's a mother image for Karen. The younger sister marries first, feels guilty, thinks it's her place to help the older one find her way. Something like that. It's pretty screwy."
He turned as Donna shrugged and the heavy breasts bobbed in the soft light. "I won't meddle ... except to help you in any way you want. You understand that, don't you, Jeff?"
"Thanks, Donna. Yes, I understand."
She moved to his side and he could feel the stab of her breast. "Come on, let's go get that dessert."
She moved away and slipped into her little yellow pants. Seeing her dark bush through the sheer material was somehow more exciting than seeing her stark naked. He felt his prick begin to stir as he pulled on his shorts. They joined hands and walked back into the kitchen.
He sat and watched as she stacked the dishes carefully, bobbing about like a busy housewife. Working in the kitchen clad only in those pants again was exciting. A woman doing mundane things while dressed like a party girl. Jeff felt his prick growing inside his shorts and he pushed it down hard. It pushed back.
She took a cake from the refrigerator and sliced two pieces. She made instant coffee and then she sat down across from him. Their knees bumped under the small table and she lazily rubbed hers against his as they sipped and ate their cake.
Donna giggled. "This is like having it and eating it, too. Somebody said you can't have it both ways, but I'm doing all right."
"You are all right, Donna." He smiled at her. "Thanks for trying to help."
A line appeared in her forehead. "Please stop thanking me. I told you I've had this thing for you for almost a year. I didn't know it for sure until tonight, but I'm not doing these things just for you. I'm enjoying myself, too. Does Karen tell you she allows sex just as a reward for you?" She cocked her head and waited for Jeff's answer.
"Well, no. It's just that ... I guess you're not so inhibited as she and I'm more carefree with you."
"So relax and enjoy it," she continued. "I wish I could be more'relaxed with you, but you mean too much for me to take you lightly. As I said, Jeff, darling, you and everything about you is important to me. You make my world go."
He sighed. "Don't rely on me too much. I'm not capable of taking over the operation of your world."
"I know that. There are other men, but I've always wanted you " She smiled and he knew she was trying to lighten the mood, so he smiled, too. "Did I shock you in the front room? I mean letting you come all over me that way?"
"I don't know. Maybe a little. We were getting along so well ... and then you pulled away. I guess I felt a little cheated, like I did as a teen-ager and it was necessary to pull out before I'd go off."
"I'll bet you were a devil." She tilted her head again. "Did you grow up with Karen?"
"Pretty much so. I was ahead of her in school, but we lived nearby and our parents hung around together."
"And the sister-April?-she was there, too."
"Yes, April was there and just about my age. A year older."
Donna licked her lips. "And did you find it necessary to pull out before you went off with either of them?"
He stared into her brown eyes. They were as soft and gentle as ever, even as they discussed his teen-age orgasms. "You have a way of finding out things. Yes, Karen and I did it before we were married, but not until we were engaged. There was never anything between April and me. At least, nothing sexual."
"From the way you talk, I have a feeling she's jealous of Karen's marriage to you. Perhaps she's always had a thing for you." She sipped her coffee, holding the cup in both hands.
"April has a thing for the whole world. She's always had to be the best. In high school she was tops. She was also on top in college, smart, active, in charge. I think she's so strong that men run from her. So she's never married, but then she's only twenty-five, hardly an old maid. So it seems natural that she could try to dominate her own parents, her sister and, yes, also me."
Donna took a deep breath and he watched the rise and fall of her nipples. "I'm such a simple soul. Accounting is a precise sort of work, don't you agree? There is only one right answer for every problem."
He nodded. They were two accountants, boss and assistant. So much alike. And able to comfort each other. She seemed to read his thoughts for she put down her cup and came around the table, beautiful in her half naked state, breasts pointing at him like twin cannons, her belly sucking in and out gently as she breathed.
She stood over him. "Hi."
"Hi, yourself."
He shoved back from the table as she slipped down on his lap. She was a big woman, larger than Karen by a couple of inches in height and by several pounds. A hell of a lot of woman. She traced the rim of his lips with her finger. "What are you thinking?"
He grinned. "That you're a hell of a lot of woman.".
"Hardly deep philosophical thoughts."
She draped an arm around the back of his neck and allowed her hand to trail across his chest. Idly, she plucked at a few of the sparse hairs. With her other hand she cupped his chin and turned his face up to hers. Then she kissed hrm on the mouth. It was a hard kiss and as she held it, her tongue darted out and into his mouth. It explored deeply before she finally pulled away.
He sucked air and his prick grew even harder. It was pressing up against his shorts and, of course, into her buttocks. She wormed against it, shifting her weight. "You're ready for another round."
"So it would appear," he muttered. He lowered his head and kissed a nipple. It was like putting his mouth over an open electrical socket. "I think you are, too."
"How many ways must I tell you, darling? I'm yours in as many ways and as often as you like." She giggled. "When I suspected you could turn me on I didn't realize it would be such a total experience."
He kissed the other nipple and it buzzed as it hardened and lifted to shove its little knot of flesh between his lips. He sucked on it until she gently guided his face back to the other nipple. He nursed there for a moment until it had matched its twin.
"Oh ... Jeff, darling...."
Her head lolled and her eyes were half closed as her fingers dug into his chest. Then she was lowering her head as she kissed his nipples. Her face roamed his chest as she plucked at hairs and nibbled at tight flesh. His prick was like a stone now and she eased herself up so that it could settle more comfortably between her thighs.
She closed her legs around it and hugged it. Then she began to move her thighs gently up and down, working the tight skin with her motion. She smiled down into his face, the dark eyes doing a dance.
"You like?"
"Hell, yes, but you're liable to get me off too soon."
"I don't mind, so long as there's plenty more where that comes from. Come comes from. That sounds funny-but it also sounds exciting." She giggled and he laughed with her.
He hefted a breast and she licked her lips. "Do
"I love them. They're so full and heavy, heavier than...."
"Careful. Let's not make comparisons that could hurt later." She pecked him on the nose. "Just love me for me, not to stack me up against somebody else who isn't here."
"But you are stacked," he replied.
"You're making me hot all over again," she breathed as she lightly bit him on the nose and slipped from his lap. On her feet, she pulled him up out of the chair. "Come on, let's go back into the front room."
She pulled him behind her as they left the kitchen and, back in the front room, she led the way to the couch which also served as her bed, he was certain. She saw him studying the couch.
"Want me to open it out?" she said as her eyes searched his face.
He shrugged. "I don't give a damn. We can do it in the bathtub if you like."
"I just like that we should do it," she replied with another giggle.
He sat on the couch and she again settled into his lap. Again he was kissing her breasts and her breathing grew louder in the silent room. She cradled his head in her arms and directed his face all over her upper body, to places that only she knew could make her totally hot and ready. He feasted on the nipples until they were like steel cones and then she pushed him away.
"They're ready to pop out of their skins," she gasped.
"So am I," he replied. "Down here." He pointed at his crotch, which was hidden under her buttocks.
"I know. I can feel everything that's been going on."
Again she wiggled and this time his prick slipped through the slit in his shorts and she again inserted it between her thighs. As in the kitchen, she gently began to lift her body and lower it, flexing her thigh muscles as she did so. Jeff could feel the exciting pull on his prick as the tight skin was sucked up and then down. She was jacking him off with her careful muscle control.
He allowed her to work for several minutes until he could feel the sperm start to boil. It would soon insist on escape and, as earlier, there would be nothing he could do to stop it. "You're getting close," he warned.
"You keep saying that," she purred as she stroked his face. Then she drilled her tongue into his ear. "Come whenever you like. I can always find ways to get more out of you, darling. We both know that."
He cleared his throat as the tightness in his crotch increased. She was flexing her buttocks, moving herself up and down just an inch each way. But it was working beautifully. "I suppose you have something special in mind and please don't ask me to come all over your knockers again. That was a mess."
"A beautiful mess," she corrected. "No, I have another game in mind. Do you speak Greek?"
"No, but I've heard about their customs."
"Have you ever practiced them?" she continued as she kissed first one eye and then the other.
"Certainly not. Karen would never...."
"How do you know?" Donna blurted. "She'd probably love it, especially if you knew what you were doing. "Come on, it's time for school."
Jeff sighed. He was too hot to protest and he wasn't certain he would have complained, anyhow. He was getting fresh experiences from this woman and this could only help him when he began to patch things up with Karen. "All right, take over. Although you've been in charge from the first."
Donna didn't waste time. She immediately squirmed out of his lap and then she was around in the rear of the couch, leaning against the back. She wigged her fingers and he came after her.
Then she leaned over and presented her buttocks to him. "Just do what come naturally," she sighed as she allowed her head and arms to dangle down on the seat of the couch.
He blew out his cheeks and then he seized the lemon pants at her hips and eased them down to her knees. He left them there because it somehow was more erotic to leave them than to take them all the way off. Then he eased his shorts down to his knees and again he left them at that point. His prick stuck out mightily and the boiling sperm wouldn't leave him much time to grant them their release. They'd break out on their own, if necessary.
She looked back impatiently so he at once leaned his weight against her. The heavy and dripping prick, turning a deep pink now, slipped down the crack of her ass and she purred.
"Yes, you're heading for the target...."
He slipped way down and she tried to spread her legs, but the tight pants stopped her knees after several inches. He found her bung and immediately the knob slipped inside. He found the going more easy than he'd imagined as he sank inch after inch into the depths of her anus.
"Oh," she groaned, "that feels so wonderful. I can almost taste it You're really getting up into me with that big prick of yours. Thank you, darling."
He rammed harder, feeling his sluggish and heavy progress and soon he was all the way in. His ball? flapped against her thighs and he heard a faint tear as the lemon pants began to give up the struggle.
He stroked and in a matter of seconds he was set to explode. Donna nevertheless lifted and lowered her bottom and it was a full and white bottom that made going up the ass as much a pleasure as dipping into her cunt.
Soon he was coming, spurting, expending as heavy a load as he had the first time. She was wiggling, moaning, striking the couch with her fists and her forehead as she had a quaking orgasm of her own.
Soon they were both spent and they fell apart, dripping, gasping, grinning in triumph. She managed to speak just once. "Hail to the Greeks!"
7
It was late when he turned the car into the driveway and he switched off the lights before they could sweep across the house. If Karen was asleep, Jeff didn't want to wake her. It wasn't that he was afraid of a confrontation because he didn't give a damn. Donna's love had given him a great deal of strength and he felt better than he had when he'd left home early that morning.
But his resolve began to drain away as he unlocked the kitchen door and slipped into the house. He snapped on the light and felt a hunger. He rummaged around the counter until the letter from April fell into his hands and that same empty feeling was transformed into a knot in the pit of his belly.
He opened the letter, even though he didn't want to read the damned thing again....
". ... and I certainly don't want to cause any bother for you and Jeff, darling Karen. But I know you'll want to help me get settled. It will only be until I can find a suitable job and a decent place of my own. I'll want to be near you both, of course, so we can relive some of those happy times we had here in Lincoln. I simply can't wait...."
Jeff slammed the letter down with a curse. April could put things so lightly, like a general might smile when he's ordering an execution. She was coming, all right, and she'd stay as long as she damned well pleased. Karen was too weak to cope with her big sister, but together Karen and he might put up a strong enough front to be effective. Yes, whatever happened they would need to meet the challenge together.
His appetite gone, Jeff snapped out the light and crept from the kitchen. In the bedroom only the faint night light was on and he could see Karen's slim figure on the bed. He began to undress and then he heard her roll over.
"What time is it?" Her voice sounded sleepy, but he knew she was faking. She hadn't been to sleep at all.
"What does it matter? One, two in the morning. I can't see my watch."
"Where have you been?"
"Out. Thinking."
She shifted again and then the bedside light was snapped on. It seemed blinding at first, but soon it was gentle through its pink shade. "Thinking until all hours? Where have you been?"
He came half dressed to the edge of the bed, and looked down at her as she sat up and propped herself against the pillows. She looked good in her scoop neck shortie nightgown and she looked beautifully blurred as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her breasts looked so soft and warm from being under the covers and all of her looked so tanned against the white sheets.
"Wandering around. I picked up some dinner."
He expected her to be angry because Karen could display a quick temper when the occasion demanded-except where sister April was concerned. But now she was quiet and her eyes were wide and almost afraid as she stared up at him.
"I'm sorry, honey," she half whispered.
"I'm sorry, too. It didn't work out last night, or this morning, but we can't let it destroy us."
She shook her blond head and the long hair swirled. Her eyes were such a clear blue that he knew she hadn't really been sleeping. She'd probably turned out the light as he'd turned up the block. Yes, she looked very good. If only the problem that was hanging over them weren't there, they could make it right this minute. They'd progressed so well from the first months of their marriage when the family inhibitions had almost ruined things permanently.
He took off the rest of his clothes and pulled on the bottoms of his pajamas. Then he sat down on the side of the bed. "So what are we going to do?" he asked, keeping his voice soft. He didn't want to put her off. He felt guilty because of Donna, but she looked strangely guilty, too. Not that she would do anything such as he had done, of course, but still there was that funny look on her face.
She shrugged and he looked down at her moving breasts. "She'll be here in two or three days, I suppose. Well just need to wait and see how she is. Perhaps she's not the same woman, Jeff. Her letter was certainly friendly."
"Letters can't bite," he muttered. 'Teeth can."
Karen nodded. "I know. I suppose it's too much to hope that she's improved. But perhaps she wants to get away from home for the same reason as us. For her freedom and a fresh start. Maybe she doesn't want to see us any more than we want to see her. Maybe she'll...."
"Maybe she'll flap her wings and fly," he snapped. "Come on, honey, we're talking about your big sister, whom we both know and love. Forget the pipe dreams."
She sighed. "I suppose you're right."
He took her hand in his and she covered his hand with her other one. "Look, let's face up to her together," he began. "It's the only way to beat her. If she sees that we've gotten tough, that we can outlast her, cut her own, not let her drive a wedge between us and take over, then maybe shell give up and go away."
She tried to smile. "We've talked this way before, darling. It doesn't seem to work. As soon as she enters a room everything stops and she's in charge. We're cold toward each other just as she's cold toward us."
He nodded. "How could sisters be so different? I've never been able to figure it but."
"It's not so unusual. She's older, of course, and mom and dad were always so busy, so they let her take care of me. So I was raised taking orders from her. Naturally we're leader and follower."
Jeff licked his lips. "Did ... uh, anything ever happen between you? I mean anything that would make her so dominant. You seem to fall apart when she's near, as though she'd turned you inside out and made you...."
"Made me?" Karen snapped. Her voice was a shade too shrill, too capped with fear.
"Made you hers to do with as she wishes," he concluded.
Karen was silent, her head down, her eyes on their hands. She broke the contact and toyed with the hem of the sheet as he studied her. "I don't know how much you know, or how much you think you know about April and me," she said at last. "Sisters do strange things when they're little. I don't really know if we were so different."
"It certainly turned out that way," he sniffed. "You have won your independence, but not so anybody could tell. She can still make you jump hoops. Why?"
"Damn it, I don't know," she grumbled, folding her arms over her breasts as a sign of rejection that Jeff knew very well. "If I knew I could handle her. What about you? She seems to have an easy time running over your line of defense, too."
"I'm not her brother," he sniffed, but he knew she'd scored. He couldn't put up with April's force for long. "But if we stick together, we'll be stronger."
Karen said suddenly, "Certainly, darling. Now go brush your teeth and jump into bed. Let's prove to the world now that we're not afraid of big bad April Robertson."
He got up and went into the bathroom. He took his time and when he came out the light had been snapped off. He knew he was expected to perform, but he didn't feel like it. She would be waiting for him, flat on her back, eyes wide open. He slipped into the bed and at once her arms were around him and she was kissing him under the left ear. It had a feeling of desperation and he rolled away until contact was broken.
"What is it?" she sniffed and he could hear the hurt in her voice.
"Us. You. You know damned well you're only doing this to show April something. You're not doing it because you want to or because you think I want to." He frowned. "Besides, I can't smell any sex on you. You're not nearly as steamed up as you were last night, and we couldn't make it then. What has happened to tap your frustration?"
He felt her stiffen on the bed. "What are you talking about?"
"Last night. Even though the letter had screwed things up, I knew you were horny, that you needed a good fucking-even though it wasn't the right time or place for me to do the job. Now you're just going through the motions. What did you do, use a candle on yourself?"
"Jeff!" she hissed. "What a terrible thing to say."
"What the hell, didn't you and April play with candles when you were kids? You told me as much before we were married. It was your way of telling me you were a virgin, that, although you knew you were sexy, you didn't know much about sex-with boys."
Karen rolled toward him again and there were tears on her face when she kissed his throat. She lifted her shoulders so he could slip his arm under them and hug her to himself. "Please, darling, let's prove something for ourselves. Not for April or anybody else. Let's show ourselves that we can make it. Even if she is on her way to mess up our lives. Together, using our love, we can lick her."
"That's what I said when I came in here," he muttered into the softness of her hair. "All right, let's concentrate. She's not coming. There's no disturbance. Things are progressing like they have been over the past year. We're no longer frigid with each other the way we wound up in Lincoln. We're normal, passionate human beings. Man and wife, eager to make our love work through our bodies."
He felt her face nod against his chin and her hand snaked down to press into his belly. "You're in such good shape and I love your hard stomach. Those muscles that ripple when I put my fingers on them."
"All for you," he said, feeling his passion begin to stir at last. His prick was beginning to lift inside his pajamas and he concentrated on making it become harder."
"You're in good shape, too," he continued and he dipped his hand into the scoop neck of her nightgown. As he lifted out a breast he thought about Donna and their session in her apartment That wild scene in the kitchen while they at dinner with her knockers hanging over the top o her mini and him half undressed at the same time
"Honey?"
He started. "Eh?"
"You've taken out my left breast. Aren't you going to do anything with it?" She half laughed but it was an uncertain sound. f'You used to knov exactly what to do."
He pumped the heavy mound with his fingers and felt it begin to expand. So he took out its twin and then he dropped his face between them. He kissed the deep valley until her breathing began to change. Then he slowly marched his bps up the side of her left breast until he was almost to a nipple.
He paused and she gasped. "Darling! That's so wonderful!"
He purred and then he moved his mouth one more inch. The nipple snaked into his lips and he sucked it hard until she was pulling the hair at the nape of his neck in her passion. He was going to make this thing work yet. He began to kiss toward the peaks of her other breast, but this time her breathing did not become quicker with his progress. The breast did not seem to be expanding as its twin had.
He lifted his face. "What is it?"
"I was just thinking ... about her."
Jeff was angry at once. "God damn it, I told you not to think about her. Think about us. Concentrate. Tell yourself we can make it whether she's in Lincoln or standing over our bed kibitzing."
He could feel her withdraw. "You don't need to swear at me."
"All right, honey, but try, all right? Really give it all you've got. And give me all you've got. Right now."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and his face went back to her breast. This time it dutifully expanded under his kisses and the nipple turned hard as he rasped his tongue over its sensitive pink flesh.
He drifted down over her ribs, pulling the covers back as he did so. She released his neck so that he could move to her belly and here he kissed the deep button. She moaned and sucked it in as his tongue drilled into the hole. He then slid his face into the upper region of her blond hairs and her belly pulled in again.
He chuckled. "Afraid you'll go off, hey? Well, let yourself go, hon. We can get you more than once tonight."
He felt her head shake from side to side. "It's not going to work. I can just feel it."
"Christ, I'm trying to make you feel it. That's the whole point."
She whined. "You know what I mean. There's not enough sensation down there. I ... I'm afraid to have you go any farther. I don't want to disappoint us both."
"You're doing a hell of a good job of it, I might say," he snapped. "All right, if you feel cold then heat me up. Nobody said I couldn't get it up for tonight's show."
She sniffed as he rose from her and he loomed over her body in the darkness, on his knees. He could feel the hardness of his prick pressing against the pajamas. Hell, she hadn't done a thing for him while he'd had her nightgown Up around her throat for the past ten minutes.
He felt her hands on his knees as she sat up to reach him. Then she was groping up over his thighs and soon she was lightly resting her fingers on his pouch. She couldn't seem to decide what to do next.
"If you'll do something about these pajamas we'd both get more of a sensation out of this caper," he muttered.
"Oh, yes, of course." She spoke courteously as though she'd forgotten to place a butter knife by his dinner plate.
He sighed as she groped her way with the cord at his waist. At last she got the bow undone and he felt his pajamas sag. She helped them along until they fell down over his thighs and cool air washed over his crotch. His prick was sticking straight out, aimed at her breasts and again he thought about Donna and how he'd come all over her knockers. The thought made him harden still more.
"Are you up?" she whispered.
"Find out for yourself ... if you're not too timid about touching your own husband." He tried to keep the disgust out of his voice, but her fear annoyed him. After all, she was far from being a virgin with him.
She touched the knob of his penis and he waited for her to grip it hard, like a baseball bat. She knew he liked her to do that. But she held back and soon he heard a sob catch in her throat.
"What is it now?"
"I don't know. I'm so inhibited, so afraid, so anxious not to make a fool of myself." She half cried and he could imagine the tears were flowing in the darkness. "All right, so it's her fault. I'm sorry, darling, but you'll simply have to blame April."
"Blame April," he snorted. "Christ, she's your crutch. You'd blame her if you burned the potatoes. If you get a cavity in your mouth it's her fault. Screw April!"
She was crying as he pulled away from her, slapping at her hands. "Leave me alone. I'm going into the bathroom and jack off," he hissed.
He could hear her crying as he slammed the door behind himself.
8
They were silent in the car as they zipped along the freeway that led into the heart of the city. Silence had been a common thing in the Wilson household the past few days, until Jeff and Karen had had to break it. They'd forged an uneasy truce to help them cope with The Arrival.
They'd opened talks with each other after their stormy and disappointing night and they'd decided that, although April was bad for them both, they'd have to put up with her for a short time. But only a short time. That had been the compromise that Jeff had made Karen agree to keep.
So they'd stick together, fend off April's threats together and thus drive her away in as short a time as decently possible. It was Karen who held out one small optimistic hope.
"Perhaps she's changed, Jeff," she'd said as they were getting ready to drive to the airport. "After all, we've been away from her for a year. Perhaps we've grown more than she has. After all, we've been happy and she obviously han't."
Jeff had snorted. "Being unhappy is her way of life and it keeps her miserable. So she's determined to make other people miserable. But, let's hope there's something to what you say, honey."
As they drove into the airport parking lot, Karen squeezed his arm. "It will all turn out all right. Believe that. Together we're a rock of granite."
"Clay would be more like it."
They waited with a small crowd that was meeting the flight from the Midwest. Jeff nervously filled his pipe and lighted it a dozen times as they stared out the heavy windows. At last the jet screeched into position outside and the ramps were wheeled into position.
April was one of the first half dozen people to leave the plane. Jeff had known it would be this way. Karen's sister had a driving force that left others behind. She wouldn't wait in a line for senior citizens to get off-before she did. Not her. She had to be a leader.
Jeff spotted her at once. April Robertson was taller than average-three inches taller than Karen-and she had a body to match. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, a vampy look and a figure and a walk to match. He realized that she'd be much more in her element in California where such women were not looked on as freaks.
She smiled behind dark glasses when she entered the terminal and saw them. Something tugged at Jeff's guts. He didn't know if it was fear or anticipation, but he was certain that April was a gorgeous creature, one capable of seducing almost anyone she pleased. And she thought of her victims as targets, things to be riddled by her force.
"Hi," she called, lifting a hand and she embraced Karen, brushing her lips across her sister's cheek. Then she did the same to Jeff.
"How's my big brother-in-law?"
This was a joke between them because April was a year older than Jeff and she'd always attempted to treat him with the same parent-child attitude that she had with Karen. But Jeff had been tougher to conquer. He hadn't been raised under April's evil spell.
"I'm fine. How was the trip?" He made himself smile and he told himself that perhaps things would work out. Perhaps Karen had been right. Perhaps the sister had changed.
"Bumpy, but I'm safe. And the wine was very good. God, you both look wonderful." She stood back, holding Jeff and then Karen at arm's length. She looked wonderful, too, in a smart lightweight mini made for cool traveling. Her good legs and thin waist were accented. Her breasts-those heavy Robertson family breasts-looked as excellent as ever.
He saw she was tilting her head at him. "Everything all right, Jeff?"
He flushed. "Sure. Just seeing if there were any changes."
She smiled and removed her glasses, dangling them from one finger. "Notice any?"
He shook his head. "You look as fit as ever."
April laughed and looked at her sister. "Fit. As I live and breathe, is that the best your man can do? Lord, I hope I'm more than fit."
Jeff frowned and he saw that Karen looked frightened. At once April touched them both on the arm. "Look, you two. I don't want you to worry. I'm only going to stay with you for a very short time. I expect to get a job right away and move into my own place. Believe me, it will be only a few days. You'll find I'm a different person."
Karen smiled at Jeff and he smiled. They could hope for the best, he thought as they headed for the baggage area. They chatted about Lincoln and the sisters' parents as they waited and all of the other news from back home. Then they were in the car and driving out to the suburbs.
Jeff tried to relax as he drove, but the touch of April at his side made it impossible. She had, of course, slipped between them in the front seat. Karen hardly seemed to notice that her position was being usurped. April's knee rubbed his as they drove over occasional street bumps and he gave no sign that he noticed. Nor did April.
They made it home still chattering about the family and what April called "the good old days." Jeff couldn't think of anything that had been good about them. He hadn't been a member of the family for long, of course, but he had grown up in the same neighborhood as the Robertson family. Karen and April had not been happy children and their parents had always seemed too preoccupied to notice. Hence, the strange relationship between the girls.
They unloaded April's two large cases into the house and she was shown to the spare bedroom. April laughed. "I guess I'm glad you don't have a houseful of kids already. You might not have room for me."
"Really, April," Karen chided, "it's only been a year and a half."
"Time enough to have a pair," the sister replied. She lifted an eyebrow at Jeff. "What's the matter? Got other things on your mind?"
Jeff began to protest, but she laughed and stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his arm. "Don't mind me. You know I love to tease. What goes on behind a closed door is nobody's business but your own. I understand that." She looked up into his face and he could see himself in her dark eyes. "Am I forgiven?"
He flushed again and pulled away to set the cases at the foot of the bed. "There's nothing to forgive. You know that, April. Come on, let's have a drink."
He hurried into the kitchen while Karen showed April the rest of the house, and as he mixed tall summer drinks he could hear April's expressions of joy and amazement. They did not ring true and he saw as much when he brought the glasses into the front room. They were seated side by side on the couch and April spread her hands to him.
"Imagine, your own honeymoon cottage. Really, Jeff, it's very quaint." She seemed to be laughing at him, but Karen appeared to believe her sister was being sincere. She smiled up at Jeff, too, her look one of encouragement and mild triumph, as though she were pleased that her big sister was proud of her and her belongings.
"It isn't much," Jeff muttered as he put down the drinks on the coffee table. He lifted his own glass to drink and he spoke over the rim. "But we're doing okay. We'll have something more fancy before long."
"Of course you will," April gushed and her hand went to Karen's knee.
It had seemed like an idle gesture of affection, but Jeff noticed that Karen stiffened at her sister's touch. She didn't brush the hand off or pull away, but she looked down at it as though it were a spider that had fallen on her leg from the ceiling. Her face was whiter than it had been a few seconds before and her fingers were rolled into fists.
April felt the stiffening and she patted the knee, smiling at Karen. "Relax, darling. I told you, things are different now. Changed. You're all grown up and so am I. And I promise I won't be around to bother you for long. Certainly no longer than you want me."
Jeff wanted to blurt that that time had already arrived and that April should check into a hotel, but he knew he couldn't be that boorish. Not even with April. Besides, Karen would never forgive him and their marriage might sink into real peril.
They drank and chattered on. Karen was a poor drinker and he knew enough to make hers weak, but April's glass was quickly empty and she waved it for a refill. When he returned to the living room April was pacing about, inspecting the various pieces of furniture and other objects.
"Very nice, Jeff, really. You know that Karen was always the homemaker in the Robertson family. She was always so clever with needle and thread."
"And she has taste," Jeff intoned.
"Yes, of course she has." She took her fresh drink and drained half of it away. "Hm, you're more sophisticated, too. You can mix a better drink. Um, I don't suppose you two like martinis."
"No," Jeff replied, "and you know damned well that Karen doesn't drink much of anything at all."
"Of course, I'd forgotten." April smiled down at her sister and Karen seemed very much the little girl. "You never did join our little drinking parties in high school ... except when I made you. You could have been a very popular coed, darling Karen. Did you know that? Lots of boys asked me about you."
Karen shook her head. "You never told me about them."
"Well, I felt it was my place to protect you." She stood, one hip jutting, looking very beautiful and strong. "After all, you are ... were, my baby sister."
Karen made a long face. "A sister who never had many dates. Did you really keep me from meeting boys, April? Was it your fault I had to spend so much time at home?"
April smiled as she glanced at Jeff from under her lashes. "Didn't I usually keep you company? After all, I gave up dates for you."
Karen looked as though she planned to say something more and Jeff was fascinated. Perhaps they were nearing the secret of April's domination over Karen. Was it going to come out at last? But Karen shook her head. "Let's forget it. It's past history. Come on, it's time to start thinking about dinner."
Jeff almost insisted that the sisters go on with their conversation, but he clamped his mouth shut. He didn't want to hear things he didn't want to hear. There was something dark in their relationship and it might be just as well not to uncover it at this point.
April was laughing at them again. "Goodness, you two are holding to .your Midwestern habits. Dinner at six, just like at home. I should think that, since you have no children, you'd eat any time you please, even skip meals, or eat out a great deal. Why is it time to start thinking about dinner if nobody's hungry?"
April looked at Karen and Karen looked at Jeff.
"Well, are you hungry?"
Jeff frowned. April had a point. Karen was a stickler for watching the clock and living by it. No, he wasn't especially hungry. This was a good chance for them to start breaking out of their patterns of living. He shook his head.
"I can wait. Like April said, I might just skip dinner, or go into the kitchen when I feel like it and have something cold. It doesn't really matter."
Karen flushed as she shrugged. "Anything you say, dear husband."
"Oh, my," April blurted, "don't let me start anything between you. I have a terrible reputation for that sort of thing and I wouldn't want to...."
"You haven't," Jeff snapped. "Let's just forget it. Everybody do as they please. Nobody's holding a gun over anyone else. Everybody is free to make his own decisions around here."
Karen whirled and marched out of the room, heading toward the bedroom. Her little ass bounced back and forth as she snapped her hips and Jeff's eyes briefly dropped to watch the scene.
"She's as high strung as ever, I'm afraid," April said when her sister had gone. "I am sorry. I should learn to keep my mouth closed at the proper times."
"It's not your fault," Jeff muttered as she stood and came close to him. He looked down at her fine body, those good legs, that very short mini. She was an appealing woman, beautiful like a diamondback is beautiful and just as deadly. He'd need to keep his guard high.
"But I've caused you both trouble. Well, at least you won't need to put up with me long." She sighed and emptied her glass. Then she held it out. "Another?"
He raised his eyebrows. "You really want a third?"
April laughed. "So, we're counting. Well, perhaps not, if you're afraid I'll turn into a falling down drunk. Um, don't you think we'd better do something about Karen?"
Jeff blinked. "I suppose I'd better get my tail in there."
He was surprised when April laughed. "You made a funny. Tell me, Jeff, darling, do you get much tail in there?"
He flushed and retreated from the room, leaving April in command of the field. As he hurried into the bedroom he was angry. Damn it, she'd succeeded in driving her wedge without even seeming to try. She really knew how to find the soft spots and poke through in a hurry.
In the bedroom Karen was at the window, looking out into the green shadows of the backyard. They were long shadows; it was almost dinnertime. No, he'd forgotten. No dinner tonight? not from Karen. He came up behind her and waited, but she did not turn around.
"Hey."
"Nuts to you," she muttered, her arms folded defensively over her breasts. "Go get your own dinner. A cold one, standing up, if that's what you want. Go ahead, enjoy a plate of cold mashed potatoes because that's all there is that's cooked in the refrigerator."
"Look, don't you realize she's getting to us already?" he replied. "Come on, Karen, use your head."
"Use yours. You're the one who sided with her when I suggested we eat. God, we've eaten at six every night for a year and a half and the first night she's here you want to start playing by new rules." She turned and stared up into his face. "I think you're the one April's getting to."
He sighed. "Whatever it is, she's poison. She's got you mad and me in the doghouse. Come on, let's kiss and make up."
She allowed the glint in her blue eyes to soften as she leaned toward him. "Well...."
His arms were around her and he felt the soft crush of her breasts against his chest. God, it was wonderful. If only April weren't in the house...."If only...."
"I know," she whispered as he kissed her.
The slow applause at the door froze them and they sprang apart like two high school kids caught in the parking lot. "Very sweet," April said from the door, leaning against the jamb. "I'm glad I really didn't come between you."
"April," Karen snapped. "You have no right to come into this room while we're...."
"While you're what?" She folded her arms and Jeff's eyes watched her breasts being lifted above her two hands. She had a good body.
"You know what." Karen glared at him. "Tell her, Jeff."
He didn't know what to say. It was painfully obvious that he couldn't handle April as well as Karen-at least not at that moment. He shrugged. "What the hell, you're sisters and April didn't really walk in on anything."
"Bravo," April intoned, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"But Jeff, this is our bedroom, our sacred place."
He looked at April as the sister said, "The place where the vestal virgins are deflowered?"
Karen stamped her foot. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to any more of this. Not from either of you. You can just stay here together, for all I care. I'm going out." She bit her lower lip furiously. "I've got to think and I'm not sure when I'll be back."
She began to storm past April and then remembered her purse. She took out money and car keys. She shook them under Jeff's nose. "Yes, I do know how long I'll be. I'm going to the movies. A double feature. A lousy double feature. That'll give me a chance to think." .
They watched as she hurried from the house and they heard the angry whine of the VW's starter. Then she was gone and they stood in silence, staring first at the front door and then at one another. The living room was very quiet now.
April almost looked sad and Jeff didn't know whether to believe that look. "I'm sorry, dear brother-in-law. I've screwed things up again.
He could only sigh.
"Jeff?" She took a step toward him.
"What?"
"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Her voice was very soft.
9
He took a long look at April. There was a great deal to look at.
She was the original vamp. Deep, brown eyes. Long shining brown hair that draped down her back. That smooth face with the mysterious planes. She was tall and she had her weight distributed in the right places. He knew she had it all together inside, too, at least so far as basic intelligence was concerned. There was more to April's domination over Karen than mere age. She was obviously smarter than her younger sister.
He watched her eyes drift up and down his body and he licked his lips. He looked down at himself. He was wearing one of his business suits, a stuffy outfit, really, but good enough and proper enough for an accountant.
Donna, he knew, didn't think much of the way he dressed and since their session in her high-rise apartment the other night she'd become more bold. Now she was openly looking him over and she could now show signs of possessiveness and get away with it. Not that she was pushy. Donna would never be that way, but there was a definite change in their relationship.
If Donna had her way, he'd wear more sporty things and he was beginning to wonder if she were right. He was surprised when April's thoughts leaped in beside his own.
"Why do you insist on dressing like a fifty-year-old furniture dealer, Jeff?" Her eyes were brighter and he knew she was trying to lighten the mood. "Lord, you're not even twenty-five and you're turning yourself into an old man. You should have a snappy plaid sports jacket and some matching slacks. You know, something to show you're still a man of action."
He blew out his cheeks in disgust. "What sort of action?"
She moved another step closer and her eyes softened more. "Any kind that would interest you."
This time he snorted. "Get lost, April. I wish you'd get the hell out of here right now. I don't trust you and you know it. I've never trusted you. I've never liked you."
She gasped but her act wasn't convincing to Jeff. "Why, Jeff, darling, whatever did I do wrong? You heard how up-tight Karen was. I didn't make her leave. She simply wound herself into a knotted rubber band and took off. You can't blame me for that."
"Like hell." He turned away from her, wanting to flee the house himself. "If you hadn't been here, there wouldn't have been a scrap. It's as simple as that."
She clucked with her tongue. "Why does every body blame me for their troubles? I'm much more innocent than most people would believe."
"I doubt that." He had his back toward her and the silence after her words and his reply grew thicker. He waited for her next shot, but it didn't come. Instead he heard a sob. He couldn't believe his ears as he turned around.
She was leaning against the end of the long couch, her head in her hands, face buried in a handkerchief. Her shoulders shook. He snorted. "Another lousy act."
She didn't deny it, but she didn't stop crying, either. She leaned over until he thought she was going to collapse on the couch. Then, slowly, she began to regain control.
"You're like all of them," she sobbed as she looked up at him. Her cheeks were truly shiny. That would be difficult to fake. "Everybody blames me. I'm like the rattlesnake. People step on me first and ask questions God, Jeff, tell me what I've done wrong."
"You did wrong even by coming here," he snapped, going to her side and spitting the words. She seemed almost knocked off her feet by his verbal assault, but she managed to keep her eyes on him.
"But I have done nothing wrong here, have I? Tell me the truth. Judge me by my deeds, but not by what you remember about me back home." She sniffed and pushed free of the couch.
"Well ... I guess you've been no better or worse here than most sisters-in-law would be. But that doesn't make you. a favorite guest. Not by a long shot."
The tears started again. "Then don't you see how unfair you're being? God, I don't have any friends left in the world. I'm not made of steel. I can break, I can feel pain, I can be hurt. Jesus but I can be hurt!"
She leaned over the back of the couch again and her hands were back over her face. He went to her, feeling something break loose inside his chest. His emotions were swirling as he touched-her shoulder.
"Look, April, I ... I don't know what's going on ... but I guess I'm sorry...."
She pulled her shoulder away, her back still toward him. "Tell me when you're sure. Tell me when you're sure that just because Karen's out watching a rotten movie I've ruined your happy home."
He grasped her shoulders lightly. "Okay, so I'm a heel. Come on, turn it pff. It's not all that bad."
He slowly turned her around. She didn't look so dangerous now as she peered up into his face. Her eyes were red and she sniffed. She looked quite harmless and sort of like she ought to be comforted like a soft furry toy. He checked himself but smiled as best he could.
She wouldn't let him off the hook, however. "Just how bad is it?"
"Not bad at all." He shook his head. "It'll be all right. Eventually Karen will come home and we'll sit down and talk it over ... like family. You'll see. Maybe your visit will do us all some good."
She lifted her hands to his lapels and she idly smoothed them as she replied, "God, Jeff, you don't know how I want to do good. I want to be so different than I was before.. Can't you help me? Nobody has ever understood me like you have." She almost smiled. "I always wanted you, you know. That's why I was so bitchy when you and Karen were together. I was a sore loser, even after you were married."
"I know," he replied in a dry voice, but he was flattered. So she'd had a thing for him. God, she was the best looking woman in Lincoln, even when stacked up against all the coeds at the university. Yes, April Robertson was a stunning woman still and he felt something lift in his belly when she confessed her ... well, crush. Yes, he supposed it could have been called that.
"Now I'm the big loser," she moaned, eyes hidden by long and lowered lashes. "Karen is a good person. She deserves you and you're good for each other.
He felt sorry for April now. He hadn't realized how unhappy she was and how this unhappiness had contributed to her lousy attitude toward life and her friends. Of course, it all made sense.
He took her shoulders again and she took a step inside his grasp. All at once his arms were around her, holding her very lightly and she held her hands up in fists against his chest. It was a very brother-sister type embrace, but even so he felt a stirring in his crotch. He hated himself for this because sex had nothing to do with their actions. God knew April wasn't trying to turn him on.
"I'm so sorry," she whimpered as her head tucked itself under his chin.
"So am I," he said in a low voice, his throat thick. "Things will work out."
"I intend to make certain they do," she said, her voice surprisingly filled with resolution. And she turned her face up to meet his.
Their lips were together just as he began to say something and she caught him with his mouth open. At once she pressed her mouth hard into his face and her tongue came out to enter his mouth.
He gasped and tried to pull away, but her arms had slipped around his neck.
She lifted her body against him, up on her toes, he was certain. He felt the heavy warm push of her breasts and the soft mound of her crotch slipping slowly back and forth over his groin. At once his prick lifted more and suddenly it wasn't between his legs. It was pushing-against his fly, pushing against April's crotch, against her very short mini.
She was worming against him and his passion was rising like a fast tide. He felt her tongue inside his mouth, her mound at her crotch hungering for him, her breasts expanding and pressing stiff nipples into his own chest. Her fingers grasped at the back of his neck and soft moans came from deep inside her throat.
Get out, man! Something inside screamed at Jeff and somehow he was able to. heed the warning. It was, perhaps, his long fear and distrust of April that enabled him to keep her at arm's length when he had to and he pushed her away now. Her fingers became free of his neck reluctantly and he pressed his hands against her breasts until she staggered away.
She leaned heavily against the back of the couch, which caught her low on the buttocks so that her middle was angled forward. Her arms dangled at her sides and her head hung. She was a gorgeous creature. There was so much of her and that body was so full of deep curves and hollows, so full of frustration and-it was obvious-passion.
"So you are the same old April," he sighed. "You tried this in Lincoln and it didn't work then, either. I hate you too much to allow you to seduce me.
"There's not much of a line between hate and love. Or, if not love, at least passion." Her voice was soft and filled more with hopelessness than scheming. "I need love, Jeff, but I'll settle for passion. I guess love will never come to me. I'm not the type men take home to meet their mothers."
As she draped her body against the couch he felt once again the urge to take her in his arms. She was vulnerable, by God, and for the first time, he seemed to have the upper hand. After all, his life was turning into' a successful one and April-with one more year on her than he-hadn't gotten off the launching pad yet.
He had to feel sorry for her and now she was lifting her head to look at him again. Be wary, something inside his body warned him, but he found it difficult to listen. After all, what could this woman do to hurt him? He was stronger. He had all the weapons. He didn't lust for her so she was disarmed completely.
Or did he lust for her? He studied her body. Her breasts surged against the low cut bodice of the mini and-the hem hit her thighs just a few inches below her crotch. There was a lot of woman inside and it would be easy to bring it out into the open if he chose to. But he chose not to. Karen was his wife; April was their enemy. He wouldn't allow anything foolish to happen.
"Get hold of yourself," he snapped. "God, but you must love to bring trouble to yourself and everybody you meet."
"I don't mean to," she murmured and she studied her hands, her head still down.
He moved closer and her hands came up to touch his jacket again. Idly, she fingered the buttons and they watched as the button holding his jacket closed came open. He didn't attach any significance to this. After all, it was only his jacket and he was warm anyhow. He stepped back and took it off, tossing it over a chair.
"You look good, Jeff," she murmured. "You've matured into a real man."
"Quit changing the subject," he snapped, but he was pleased at her flattery. After all, April had been around and she'd had plenty of men, he was pretty sure of that. "What are we going to do about you?"
She sighed and, looking completely helpless, she said, "If you want me to leave I won't even unpack. Anything you say is all right with me. I guess I can find some cheap room until I find a job."
He stared. "You'd leave? Now? Just like that?"
She nodded. "If you say so."
He licked his lips, feeling his chest tighten. This was his chance. God, how pleased Karen would be when she came home. "All right, you can get out. I'll drive you downtown where there are plenty of places to stay."
She nodded again and then she went into the bedroom they'd selected for her. A moment later she was back with her purse and her suitcases. "I'm ready."
He went with her to the door, still mentally pinching himself. By God, he'd done it! Single-handedly he'd managed to get April Robertson out of their hair. He opened the door and she brushed past him. She seemed so small now, no longer the big macho woman. She was really weak and broken.
The car was in the drive and he opened the door for her, placing her bags in the back seat. She slid in, taking his hand for help and he watched the mini slip up to her crotch. God, but there was a lot of thigh up there. He went around to his side of the car and got in.
The key went into the ignition and he was ready to turn on the engine. He did and it started at once, turning over quietly, almost without vibration. He looked across at her and she sat, hands folded in her lap, like a child. But a child with long, bare legs, a pair of breasts that rose and fell with her deep breathing, and a flat belly that would be wonderful to touch.
She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. Then the comers of her mouth turned up in a childish smile, the smile of the imp-the dangerous imp-he knew in Lincoln. He didn't allow himself to smile back. Something was happening. Something was wrong.
He watched as her hand came over to his lap and, incredibly, fingers were sliding open his zipper and reaching inside. He stared as her fingers pulled out his prick, which at once lifted and firmed in her grasp. She giggled.
"Come on, dear brother-in-law, let's forget this nonsense and go back inside."
10
He switched off the engine and got out of the car like a man in a trance. He came to her side and stood while she opened the door and got out. She motioned to the back seat. "My bags."
He reached for them like a mute servant and then she led the way back into the house. She paused in the living room and pointed toward the bedroom. "Put them back where they were and then get out here, and be quick about it."
He went into the guest bedroom and placed the suitcases on the low bench at the foot of the bed. He looked around, half expecting that she'd followed, but then he remembered, he was expected back in the living room. He returned at once, moving slowly but steadily. Something had snapped inside his chest and he knew he couldn't maintain the pretense any longer.
April was April and that meant she had everything she'd always had: intelligence, incredible sex appeal, cunning, and these added up to power.
She'd turned the power on him. It had all been a trap: her whining little girl act, her false surrender, her offer to let him remove her from the house. She'd had no intention of giving up. Now she had won. He knew that. He might put up some feeble defense, but the fact was that she'd sent Karen away. She'd separated them and now she'd knock them off one at a time.
She was waiting for him, back by the couch, the couch where she'd gone into her act and stripped him naked. She'd used her sex appeal in subtle ways, pretending to be disarmed and in his power, making herself winsome in a way she'd never done before. Yes, April was even more sophisticated. She knew how to use her charms more cleverly than ever.
He stood before her, in his shirtsleeves, his necktie still in place. She began to loosen his tie and then she stripped it from his neck, tossing it aside. She looked up and down his form and he realized that his fly was still open, although he'd managed to stuff his cock back inside.
"Yes," she muttered as she took his shoulders and turned him one way and then the other. "You'll do fine for now. I'm going to enjoy my little visit. You'll like it, too. I promise you. Especially this, our first evening together."
She wrapped her arms around his neck again and pressed her crotch against his groin. She wormed her hips back and forth and his still hard prick raked her middle. "Ah," she purred, "I like that. You always were larger than most. Did you know that? It's true."
Again he felt a foolish' shiver of vanity go through him. She could seduce him and still make him feel like a man. When April appreciated something she knew how to say so.
He licked his lips as she continued to swish against him. Christ but he had to do something. "Get away from me," he muttered. "You're getting out of here."
She laughed at his feebleness. "Come on, you know it's all over. You've already lost. Stop fighting me."
He was stronger than she. He wondered why he didn't rip her from him and knock her down. He could eject her by force, but somehow he knew he couldn't. A man didn't knock a woman around that way, not even a woman like April:
So he stood like a broken statue as she leaned away from him, her arms draped around his neck, her crotch still pressing into his. She studied his face and then she kissed him on the tip of the nose. Then she began to open his shirt and she unbuttoned him from neck to waist. She spread the shirt and gazed at his chest.
"My, you have a California tan."
"Fuck you," he blurted.
She pretended to look shocked. "My, such language from one of Lincoln's nicest young men. If your daddy could hear you he'd put you over his knee." She broke into a low laugh, a laugh that was controlled and calculated.
He could do nothing as she pulled the shirt from his pants and removed it. She examined him, walking slowly around his half naked body. She clucked her approval. When she was behind him she gently ran her fingers over his buttocks and into the crack. She didn't push hard; she seemed to be merely testing. "Yes, you're all man."
Back before him she loosened his belt and opened his pants. They at once dropped to his knees, clung for a second, and then plunged to the carpet. She pointed to his feet. "Get rid of them."
Jeff kicked until they slipped over his shoes. She knelt before him and helped him remove his shoes and socks, which were tossed out of the way with his other things. He now wore only his shorts, but she at once ripped them open and yanked them down to his knees.
Together they looked down at his cock. It was pointing straight out, heavy and throbbing, and already the knob was glistening with his first lubrication. It moved slowly up and down with his rapid heartbeat and below his hairy balls tingled in anticipation of what was to come. He breathed deeply with his mouth open.
She placed her fingers on his prick and slowly turned it to one side and then the other! It quivered under her touch and its whiteness was slowly turning to pink. He knew that meant it was approaching maximum size. She clucked in admiration once again.
"You know, I should have been screwing you for years, dear Jeff. I could have made you at home, you realize, but I suppose it was because I was so busy with all the other boys that I didn't have the time. What a pity. I might have gotten you away from Karen after all." She laughed. "But it doesn't really matter. She has all the problems of marriage and I have all the joys of being single. Especially when I can still have you whenever I please."
He tried to protest but it choked in his throat. When her fingers touched him on the knob and then dipped below to cup his balls there was nothing he could do. He loved her touch. She was so skilled. He felt her touch could draw his insides out through his cock if she wished.
She studied him from head to toe and then she looked at herself. "But you're so far ahead of me. Come on, darling, let's get me caught up."
He shook his head. "Fuck you."
She laughed. "Yes, of course, you keep saying that and we'll get to that. But there's lots of fun in between. Come on, please undress me."
It wasn't a request, even though she'd said "please," and he knew he had to obey her order. She turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder. Her back arched beautifully and her ass stuck out toward him. It was a gorgeous ass, plump and saucy with no sag, its cheeks rounded and fat and a veritable shelf made by its top plane.
"Get that zipper, will you?"
He saw the fastener dart down the middle of her back all the way to that bottom and he pulled on the tab. It slid obediently and the dress spread. There was no bra inside, but he'd guessed as much from her wonderful bounce and the fact that he'd been able to feel her zipper right through her bodice.
The zipper stopped where the crack in her bottom started. There was a tanned flesh line and then a very low pair of pants that hit her hardly higher than the bottom of a bikini bathing suit.
She shrugged and the mini slipped from her shoulders. Then she turned back to face him and she smiled as the dress clung to the tips of her breasts. "Come on, do the job right, Jeff. Don't make me have to keep coaxing."
He plucked at the dress and it plunged to her waist. Her breasts danced for him, high, full, heavy, brown except where the thin strip of a bikini had shut off the sun. Their nipples were large and pink, already popped into points. So she was aroused, ready, her breasts expanding to meet the sexual challenge. The curves of her breasts were deep and the valley between them was lost in shadow. She half turned her body and posed.
"Tell me what you think."
"Fuckydu."
"You keep saying that and I'll get nasty, Jeff," she snapped. "You know how I can get when I'm being nasty."
He knew and he realized that, since she was going .to win anyhow, he might as well keep her from tearing into him with all of her weapons. So he cleared his throat.
"Come on, describe me. I love it when my men describe my body."
"All right, so you've got nice tits."
"You'll have to do better." She laughed. "Nicer than Karen's? Come on, be honest."
"Well ... larger, anyhow."
"And more full, just as high, bigger nipples. Come on, tell all."
"All right, so they're better. What else do you want?"
"I want you to take the rest of my clothes off. And make it snappy." Her words laced at him.
He watched as she kicked off her sandals and stood, barefoot and bare-legged, the mini hanging at her waist. She lifted her arms. "Do me."
He plucked the dress over her hips and it plunged to the floor. She kicked it aside and posed for him, hands on her hips, one knee thrust in front of the other. She wore only the little panties and they didn't hide much. She had a mile of leg, plump thighs, hips that flared, a bottom that invited a goose or at least a pat and the brown brush of her crotch could be seen through her pants. Her belly was slightly curved with a wonderfully deep navel in its center.
"You like?" She was peering at him with a certain anxiety, as though she really wasn't certain. But he knew she was. She only wanted him to confirm her knowledge.
He sighed. "All right, so you've got a body."
"So keep going. The pants."
He stripped the pants away with one hand and they were nothing in his palm. He threw them on the pile of clothes that had been removed from their bodies. Together they stood, naked, his prick straight out, harder than ever, her breasts full and her belly sucking in and out faster than it had been doing before. She was hot, he knew. She wanted him, had to have him-just as he had to have her.
She moved against him and pulled him with her until the back of the couch caught her in the buttocks again. This thrust her crotch forward and his prick was jammed into her lower belly and painfully bent to one side. She laughed as he winced but they both knew he loved it.
Then she began to touch him and her hands roamed his shoulders, his chest, his ribs, leaving little calling cards of pleasure with each nerve end. She moved to his belly and dipped into the pubic hairs, plucking and then rummaging through them until she was at the base of his prick. He felt himself thrusting his crotch forward so that she could better help herself, but all at once her hands went around his hips and fastened themselves on the heavy hams of his buttocks.
She squeezed the tough meat and pulled him more tightly against herself. Then she was in his crack, roaming over his anus until he could feel it pucker with anticipation. She went lower, into the thick hairs and then she was at the base of his balls, struggling to reach all the way back and down. She was leaning her face and breasts against his chest as she worked and he looked down at her shining brown hair. He didn't know whether to love her or kill her. But he knew at that moment he had to have her.
She cupped his balls and rolled them gently in her fingers until his eyes rolled up in his head. He was sweating on his forehead and upper lip as he gently touched her hair, stroking it as though she were some beautiful and valuable pet. The sperm in his sac were jumping with joy, anxious to be freed to race into his prick and through his knob to some exciting target.
She laughed. "You're going to go off if I keep this up."
"Yes."
So she straightened and idly snapped her finger at his prick, sending little jolts of pain up into him. "All right, let's see how well you can do. I'm ready for you."
Her matter-of-fact attitude annoyed him, but it didn't diminish his desire. He was ready and he had to make her really ready. She could, steam, he was certain of that.
He placed his hands oh her breasts and at once she sucked in air in a squirming and sudden sigh. "Oh. My hot spot. One of my dozen hot spots."
He nodded as he lifted her breasts in his palms and ran his thumbs over the nipples. They were stiff little knots of flesh under his touch and they seemed ready to explode. They were fuses to the interior of her body, actually, and he leaned down and nibbled on one.
"God!" She staggered before him, sagging against the couch. "You do have the touch, Jeff darling."
He worked his hands over her ribs and pressed into her belly. It was soft and the navel was inviting, so he dropped to his knees. She hugged his head as he kissed the belly button and Frenched his tongue into its depths. She squirmed and hugged him harder, moaning, her knees shaking against his ribs. He knew if he let her go she'd fall, for there seemed to be, no strength in her legs. He was turning her to jelly.
His face went lower, into her pubic hairs and they were moist, but still stiff. She was lubricating everywhere, through her sweat glands, through the inside of her cunt, he was certain. Her crotch was already sticky, ready for him, fully primed for his entry.
"Oh ... Jeff!"
He actually chuckled in his sexual anguish. He hated her but he loved her body and he had to have her now. Even if Karen were to walk in on them he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He wondered if April had better control over her passion. But, for the moment, it didn't matter. He was going to go through it all-as quickly as possible.
His face was finally in her crotch and she hugged him still, allowing him to kiss her bush and then worm more deeply into the lips of her pussy and kiss them. He could have sworn they puckered and kissed back, so alive was her cunt. It was secreting, panting, vibrating as though electricity were running through its nerves.
He staggered from her, pulling her hands from his head and sitting down hard on the carpet. He looked up at her, straight into her cunt, which she now hugged and fingered as though she were in her first orgasm and helping it along. She did not fall, but she leaned heavily against the couch. So he leaped to his feet, pointed his prick, and rammed it against her.
It thrust between her legs and she screamed at him, "Higher, higher!"
He drew back and rammed again. It hit her in the cunt and she spread her knees widely, bracing her buttocks against the couch. Her crotch tilted up and he found the mark, sinking the head into her with the first rough thrust. She reached for his hips and held him firmly.
"Easy, tiger, don't tear me apart. I can't stand children who don't control themselves."
He held off until she urged him forward again and she shoved her box toward him. They sank another two inches of him into her clinging softness and he felt the muscles pull him even deeper, as though there were an army of hands in the walls of her cunt, each urging him into her body.
He cupped her plump bottom and sank his fingers into the firm flesh as he worked himself in all the way to the hilt. She gasped. "Christ, but there's a lot of you!"
He smiled as he began to pump and she squirmed until she caught his rhythm and they worked together, sucking and merging, in and out, their balance almost perfect so that mutual orgasm would come quickly. They pumped in silence, only occasionally grunting and sighing.
God, he thought, screwing his sister-in-law in his own living room. What if Karen should walk in? Fuck Karen. He didn't care now. He had to finish this. He was going to-in a matter of seconds.
He felt his sperm march into the base of his penis and then prepare to surge its length and through his knob. He would plant it deeply inside her, flooding her guts with his manhood. By sweet Christ, she'd know she'd been fucked by a big man, a man who could handle her.
Then he was coming and he came hard, smashing into her with his milky flood. She smashed back, her cunt convulsing around his prick and shooting back at him so that their surging rivers stormed together, swirling and flooding their crotches, bellies and thighs with male and female milk.
They roared together time after time, occasionally pulling out to smear one another's bellies or buttocks and then they would make it again. At last they were spent and they fell over on the softness of the couch, locked together, still reluctant to give it up.
As his mind drifted crazily, Jeff found himself vaguely wishing that Karen had been with them. Then, by God, he'd show her that a real man could be appreciated by a real woman.
11
He looked at himself in the mirror and he wasn't happy with what he saw. He saw a man who'd lost, a man who'd been tricked into showing off his male stud talent by a woman who wanted him to do exactly that. He'd fallen for her trap and given her a full measure of sex and that meant that he'd lost the battle of wits. At least he'd lost the first round.
Jeff should have known that one of April's most effective weapons was to give the impression that she was more helpless than she was. When she'd lured him into screwing her in the front room, she'd been driving a heavy wedge between him and Karen. The wedge was in place and there was nothing he could do to remove it. He could only prevent her from adding another wedge to it.
He shook his head as he looked at the tiny electric clock on the counter next to the sink. Karen had been out of the house hardly an hour and already he'd made the worst mistake of his life. He'd always known that April was after him, and he'd known she was after him because she wanted to punish her sister.
But in Lincoln he'd managed to be strong enough to avoid her. When she'd tried to trap him he'd managed to keep from letting her go all the way. Perhaps his best defense then had-been his inhibitions, because he wasn't even making it well with his own wife. In California he'd learned to swing, a swinging that had culminated in his session with Donna in her high-rise apartment.
At any rate, April had taken advantage of his sexual liberation, a liberation he should have been careful to practice only with trusted and close friends like Donna. She would never use her body to trap him. She'd only wanted pleasure and she'd only wanted to give pleasure.
As he blinked at his image a figure appeared behind him. It was a surprisingly demure figure, but he knew better. April had slipped into a white dressing gown, a filmy thing that he could almost see through, but not quite. She'd tied it loosely at her waist so that it sagged open to show the inner slopes of those wonderful breasts-breasts he now wanted to hate. Breasts that he did hate, by God.
Her hair was slightly tousled. She'd combed it, but she'd deliberately left it a bit mussed. He could figure out that much. She wanted to look sexy and she'd done her work well. She had that smiling-up-from-the-pillow look about her as the soft brown waves hung over one side of her face.
She held two tall frosty glasses and now as she stood behind him she lifted one toward him. "Here, darling. Something to calm your nerves."
He frowned. "Get out of here and get that glass away from me. I don't want anything more from you."
"A pity," she purred as she sipped from her own glass. "It's refreshing after our sweaty little session. Besides, dear Karen probably won't be home for hours yet."
"I'm going to get my refreshment in the shower," he snapped as he turned away from the mirror and opened the glass shower door. He slammed it before he shucked out of his robe and tossed it over the open space at the top of the door. Then he turned the water on hard.
It came out cold, of course, and he gasped as it struck him full on the body. But then it felt good and as it slowly warmed he turned under the stinging needles. Yes, they helped cleanse his body. When he was through he'd tell April that his first mistake with her had been his last. No more games. She was to leave, tonight, before Karen returned, And this time he meant it.
The door catch snapped behind him and he turned. As she smiled in at him she sipped from her glass. Then she held out his again. "Come on. It'll do you good."
He took the glass because she was right. His nerves did need bolstering. He drank deeply and she took the glass from him. She put them both on the counter and then she was coming back to him. She stepped into the large shower, gossamer dressing gown and all.
Gently she nudged him out of the way as she stepped under the now warm stream and instantly she was wet from head to toe. Her gown was soaked, of course, but she'd known what she was doing. Perhaps the gown was ruined, but at the moment it clung to her like a second skin, only transparent. It clung to every curve and her breasts might have been naked, so clearly could he see he: pink nipples. Even her belly button showed and naturally the brown bush at her crotch was etched in every detail.
He couldn't tear his eyes from her as she turned this way and that for him, like a fashion model showing off the newest creation from Paris. She was even more inviting than before and his body knew it. He felt his prick begin to harden again and he wanted to stuff it between his legs to lock it out of sight. But he knew that would do no good. It would only get staffer and assert its own will.
She glanced down at his cock. "See? It knows what it wants, even if you're being selfish."
He shook his head like a bear trying to shake off an attacking wolf. "It doesn't know. It can't discriminate between good and evil. You're evil, April. You're evil and when I'm through in here I'm delivering you downtown, to any street comer. I don't care where, just so you're out of here."
Her face fell, but this time he was more wary of her tricks. "You don't mind hitting low, do you?"
"Not a bit, where you're involved."
She leaned out. of the stream of water and her body half sagged against the slick tile wall. She was going into her crushing and crumpling act again, but he wasn't going to buy it. So he got under the water and began to soap himself. She watched him for a few moments and then she straightened. In a flash she'd dug into his hand and removed the soap.
She smiled like a bright penny, looking as sexy as ever, even with her plastered-down wet hair. "Now I'm going to help. Turn around."
"Give me that soap.,:
"Turn around," she repeated, and her words were laced at him in italics.
For some reason he obeyed, wondering what power she still held over him. Some of her powers were obvious: sexual attraction, a strong mind, a singleness of purpose. She knew what she wanted and she went after it.
He felt her hand on his back as she soaped a wash cloth and began to apply it between his shoulders. She worked in small circles that gradually became larger and soon she was dipping down to his buttocks. He felt her soapy fingers in the crack of his ass and then she was down to his anus. He glared over his shoulder at her, but he did not move away and he did not bother to slap her hands from his body. He was losing another battle.
She smiled sweetly at him. "Relax, darling. I'm especially good under water."
She toyed along the crack, soaping him heavily. Then her soft fingers found his anus and he closed it automatically. She tapped at its tender gates, patiently, waiting, and finally he felt himself begin to relax back there.
"Much better," she purred.
She began to probe and she finally hooked the tip of a finger inside his anus. He tightened up again and again she waited until he relaxed. Then she shoved the finger and it slipped in to what he imagined was the first joint. She pushed it to the second joint and then she had it all the way in. This was a new experience for Jeff and he found it thoroughly interesting, strangely exciting.
She peered over his shoulder. "Like it?"
"No. Get away," he grumbled over the hiss of the hot water.
She laughed. "Admit that's the last thing you want me to do right now. Get away, indeed. You never will admit what your body wants and needs, will you?"
The ringer began to work in and out and, in the process, it was joined by a second ringer and then a third. He imagined she was trying to get her whole hand up into him when he felt her begin to move sluggish organs around. He felt himself almost come and he realized she must have come on some gland that supplied his jizz sack.
He gasped and she laughed. "Fine. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
She dug more deeply and his prick was out like a rod, pointing straight into the wall. He was ready to ejaculate, but he fought down the sensation. He didn't want to go off for her. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes closed as he battled the shudder of anticipation.
Her fingers continued to worm and he had the sensation of all five waving inside his body. He wondered how much she could spread him to make this penetration go so deeply. Soon she was working the fingers in and out, fucking him in the ass with her talented right hand.
His hams responded by pressing against her pressure and then withdrawing, much in the same rhythm of a normal job of fucking. He worked for several minutes and listened to her soft words of encouragement. April was some kind of woman to be able to reduce him this easily. He wished she weren't so beautiful, so talented, so driven by an insatiable sexual appetite of her own.
Then he felt his rush of sperm. There was no way he could hold it back. She must have felt his trembling because she stopped her jabbing and her hand lay dormant inside him. "You're about to make it?"
"Hell, yes!"
She yanked out her hand and whirled him around. "Come on, get it into me, fast!"
He leaned against her and the ramrod of a cock jabbed into her crotch, where it was caught up in the tangle of soggy dressing gown fabric. The material was thin, but it was tough and it snarled the knob of Jeff's prick as he tried to shove it up into her spread pussy. April crouched, knees wide, her hands holding herself wide for him.
"God damn this thing!" she hissed. "Have I got time to jerk it off?"
"No!" he shouted and then his sperm began to emerge in heavy milky spurts.
He shot his wad into the folds of her gown and her cunt as the two were tangled under the pressure of his swollen and pink knob. Together they watched the jizz slam into the soggy mass and then run down her legs to be caught up in the swirl of hot water and flushed down the drain. He came again and again as their hips banged together. They were trying to fuck when he wasn't even up inside her body, but only he was making it.
As he spent his wad and sagged back against the tile, April danced in frustration. "Damn it, I'm on fire, and you didn't begin to put me out. I haven't gotten my rocks off. Come on, do your stuff."
Jeff breathed deeply for almost a minute as he waited for the nerve sensations inside his prick to slowly subside. At last there was strength back in his knees and he stood. His prick was semi-soft and still dripping as he allowed the hot water to cleanse it.
Then he looked into her wildly dancing eyes. "All right, what do you want me to do?"
She handed him the soap. "Do something, for Christ's sake. Seduce me. Turn down my fires. Jeff, if you're a human being, take care of me!"
He turned her around and looked at her arched back. It was a proud and firm back and it tapered down to a thin waist which then flared out to her incredible buttocks, that saucy twin-cheeked area where so much passion lay. He grasped two handfuls of gown at her hips and lifted them. The soggy thing came up, over her waist and then as she lifted her arms for him, he pulled it over her head. He tossed it out of the shower and it landed on the bathroom counter with a heavy sound.
He continued to look at her now naked backside. Yes, it was beautiful, it had everything. Her. legs were so long and straight and from head to toe he looked at the beads of water as they raced down her firm flesh to disappear into hollows and then reappear over the exciting curves.
He placed the soap in the middle of her back and lathered an area which he then rubbed with his bare hand. His fingers were almost buried in bubbles as he made circles that slowly became larger. The circles headed up toward the back of her neck and down to the small of her back as they gradually extended themselves.
Soon he was dipping to the top of her buttocks, where the incredible flare started. He flicked his fingers over the top of the crack and then even lower. He watched as her cheeks puckered in, as he began to strike nerves that brought instant reaction. She nodded over her shoulder as she planted her feet wide, bracing herself. Her hands were on her hips and her head was high, her face being pelted by needles of hot water.
"Yes. That's wonderful, darling."
"I'm not your darling," he snapped.
"All right, but be my lover, at least for a little while."
His hands went lower on her buttocks, pushing through the firming softness of each cheek and then dipping into the crack. Her hands were groping around behind her hips now, feeling for his wrists and trying to direct him.
"Yes, yes ... oh God, yes...."
He plunged his fingers straight down the crack, all the way to the bottom where he ran into the mass of damp brown hairs. Her feet came farther apart as he reached up between her legs and lay his palm directly on the spread lips of her pussy. He felt the thing shudder under his instant massage and the lips seemed to suck at him. He shoved a finger up into her as she arched her body stiffly, her face pointing at the shower spout directly overhead.
"Yes ... Yes...."
He grinned as he shoved his hand more firmly up into her, inserting fingers into her now free cunt. Thank God that damned gown had been discarded. As he plunged, she at once leaped away and turned to face him. She took his wrists and pressed them into her breasts.
He fastened his fingers over each and the nipples nuzzled into his palms like hungry puppies seeking to nurse. "Keep your hands there and fuck me," she whispered over the hiss of the shower. Her eyes were closed and her teeth clenched, her face still pointing high in the air.
He moved closer to her and she arched her crotch toward him, her hips swiveling. He was able to raise his once again stiff cock and ram it across her lower belly, into her hairs and then down between her spread thighs. She got up on her toes so that he could arch his way up into her. He was on the mark and his soapy cock slipped easily into her soapy pussy and they were at once joined all the way-cunt lips to balls.
Then they were struggling. He kept his hands on her breasts, cupping them and squeezing as though he were trying to pump milk from them. Her hands went around his hips to his buttocks and she helped him keep his balance as they flexed their muscles together.
Then their sexual forces exploded and they came as a single unit. Their juices boiled out and mingled, swirled and then spilled over to run down their legs and be carried away.
The only sound through it all was the hiss of the shower.
12
Karen was beginning to feel like a fool.
She sat far in the rear of the small, smelly movie house and although her eyes watched the flickering characters on the screen, she didn't really see them. Her thoughts had never left the house, even though her body had stormed out.
Stormed out why? Because April had moved in, because she'd appeared in their bedroom? What had April "seen going on? Absolutely nothing. Of course Karen had been upset and hurt because Jeff hadn't thrown April out, but as he'd said many times, she was Karen's sister, not his. Essentially April was her problem-or perhaps their problem-and she couldn't expect Jeff to deal with her all by himself.
By her retreat from the battlefield, she'd left Jeff to fight alone and that was dangerous. They'd divided their forces at a time when they should have remained together and it was all her fault. He didn't walk away, she had.
She squirmed in her seat and looked around when the other people in the theater laughed at something she didn't see or understand. Yes, if she had any courage she'd get out of this place and go home to her husband where she belonged. They had to face April as a team.
She lifted her wrist and stared until she could make out the time. She'd been gone for more than two hours but she hadn't been able to get her head together. Her only progress was in realizing that the scene was her fault. She'd need to go back, face April, apologize to Jeff and start all over again. Yes, it was time to leave.
She stood and waited for the man at her side to shift his knees out of the way. The row was almost empty, but this was the easier route out. "Excuse me," she murmured.
The knees didn't move enough and she had to crowd against them as she passed, feeling them rub across her own knees as she faced him. Somehow she didn't want to turn her back on a stranger. That would make her more defenseless.
But she half slipped and had to use her hands to catch the backs of the seats in the next row ahead. As she did so, other hands grasped at her, going directly for her crotch and other fingers lifted the hem of her mini. She felt hands close over her crotch, pinch the lips of her cunt. She gasped and struggled to regain her balance. If she were to fall, she was afraid she'd be raped on the dirty concrete floor.
She cried out and slapped at the fingers and her defense was met by muffled guffaws and somebody said, "Let her go. I guess she didn't come here to get laid, after all. Anyhow, thanks for the feel, lady."
There was a final pinch at her cunt and a finger tried to get up into her, but her pants snagged it. Then Karen had pulled free and fled to the aisle. She turned and ran into the lobby where a pimply-faced teenager behind the candy counter stared at her.
Outside she stood, hands at her breasts, and breathed deeply for a full minute as she collected her whirling senses and turned toward the parking lot. She was careful, yet she moved fast, for she didn't want to be trapped again. She breathed in relief as she drove out into the stream of traffic.
She drove home slowly, wondering how she would face her husband and her sister when she got there. It would be embarrassing, of course, but it was her own fault.' She'd simply need to behave like an adult. If it meant sitting down with them and talking it out, they would do so.
At last she turned into the drive and parked right behind Jeff's car. She switched off the engine and the lights and listened. There was no sound from the house and only a faint light from inside. As she waited the back door opened, the door, to the kitchen. Jeff was sticking his head out and he wore his robe.
She got out and hurried to him. They stopped before one another and she had an urge to embrace him, but she couldn't make herself do it. Instead she walked past him and turned in the middle of the kitchen as he closed the door.
"Hello."
"Hello, yourself," he replied. "Uh ... good movie?"
"I don't know. I didn't watch."
"Oh."
She went to him and put her head under his chin at last. His arms went around her. "Jeff, darling, I'm so sorry. I was such a child. I shouldn't have been so jealous. After all, you certainly didn't do anything wrong and she had" only annoyed me. I could have managed the situation without running away."
She stepped back, gripping his elbows and there was a strange look in his face. He seemed somehow ashamed to meet her eyes straight on, but at last he did so. He managed to smile and she smiled back.
"So," she said, "you're not quite ready to forgive me. I can understand that."
"Oh, Christ," he exclaimed, "I forgive you. It's just that ... well, let's talk about it in the bedroom."
Karen nodded. "Is she in bed?"
He nodded. "Yes, she said ... urn, she was exhausted from the trip and our little encounter. I hope she's fast asleep by now. God knows I could use some rest."
"Poor darling," she said, patting his cheek as they went up the hall to their own room. They were quiet as they passed the closed guest bedroom door.
When they were inside and the door was closed she put her arms around him again. "Jeff, what are we going to do?"
He shook his head. "I don't know. We'll have to deal with her together." He paused for a long time until she lifted her face to look at him. "Lord knows, I couldn't handle her after you were gone. She pretty much got her own way."
"Did she do terrible things?" Karen asked, stepping away and turning her back. She pointed to her zipper.
He slid the zipper to her waist and she turned back to him, waiting for his answer. He seemed to be having difficulty finding it. What in the world had gone on in this house? "Well," he said at last, "she got pretty bossy, but I tried to give her some shots. We went round and round until she finally got tired and turned in. I ... I'm afraid I didn't behave very well."
He looked sheepish and she smiled. "Well, I'm sure she deserved whatever you gave her, darling."
He stared at her for a moment before he turned away and slipped out of his robe'. He got into the bed and lay, hands laced behind his neck, as she slowly undressed. She shucked out of her dress and hung it up. Then she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra. As her breasts surged free, she was suddenly embarrassed at his gaze and she turned her back to him. Then she was stepping out of her pants and kicking away her clog shoes. She quickly got into her short nightgown and went into the bathroom.
It was warm in there, still hot and steamy from Jeff's shower. Funny, he usually showered in the morning. He probably fled to the bath to get away from April. She could imagine the tension between them and she sighed as she brushed her teeth.
Back in the bedroom she smiled down at her husband before she slipped in at his side. As she nestled in the curve of his arm she said, "What shall we do?"
"I don't know," he muttered, apparently thinking of the same problem. "We didn't handle her very well to start, either singly or together. She's sometimes vulnerable, honey. Once or twice tonight I thought she was going to break down and cry."
Karen bit her lower lip as she frowned. "You think maybe she's really unhappy? Maybe more unhappy because she knows you and I are making it? You know what I mean. She sort of has to be on top all the time and when she isn't, maybe she crumbles."
He nodded against her blond hair. "Yes. Maybe you can go into your family act and kill her with kindness. I almost talked her into leaving once or twice, but she'd get stubborn on me all over again."
Again she nodded and he kissed her on the forehead. Karen squirmed against him and his arm went around her waist. Gently he placed his fingers on her buttocks, and she made a small sound of contentment.
She pressed her breasts into his upper arm and her belly went flat against his hip. They lay closely for a moment and then she felt his penis slowly begin to rise. Funny, but he usually was faster, even when they weren't going to make it-Jeff was always instantly hard. The poor darling was inhibited by their house guest.
She placed her hand on his chest and allowed it to drift down to his belly. There she pushed until he stirred. Then she wriggled her fingers in his pubic hairs, plucking at them as she made little sounds in, her throat. By heavens, she'd make up her childish behavior to him tonight. She dropped her hand to his crotch and her fingers closed around his penis.
It was still only semi-hard, but as she pinched the knob, it filled quickly until it was up almost to full size. She gently stroked it and he lay on his back, his arms around her. His other hand drifted to her throat where he dipped inside the bodice of her nightgown.
She felt him grope over her breasts and then lift one out. She sighed as he half rose and craned his neck over her to kiss the breast. He reached for the other one and kissed it also. As he did this, she continued to stroke the penis and it continued to grow under her massage.
Then they were shifting and lying face to face. He lifted the hem of her gown a few inches, enough to expose her crotch in the half light. Together they looked down into her blond thatch and he smiled at her.
"Yours is much prettier," he murmured.
"Thank you, darl...." Karen stopped and her body tensed. "What did you say?"
"Huh?"
"Mine is much prettier?"
He cleared his throat. "Sure. I've always told you, you've got the world's most pretty...."
"How did you know what the rest of the world's vaginas look like?" she asked, her voice firm and direct.
He sighed. "Christ, you know what I'm getting at. Naturally, I haven't seen anybody else's."
"But mine is much prettier." She paused, not wanting to go on, but driven to do so. "Much prettier than hers? Much prettier than April's?"
"What are you talking about?" he rasped. "How in the hell would I know?"
"You said she broke down once or twice tonight," Karen continued. "Broke down how? Did she allow you to seduce her?"
He laughed. "Honey, I can safely tell you that I've never seduced April in my life."
Karen listened closely to his tone. "But maybe you let her seduce you."
"Nobody lets April do anything," he protested, "April does what April wants and April gets what April wants."
"Jeff?"
He groaned. "What?"
"Did she want you?"
"Don't talk crazy."
Their bodies were like wood now. Although his hand was still on her breast, there was no feeling. Her nipple had withdrawn from its erect position. Under her fingers she felt his prick soften. There was nothing left of him. No, their lovemaking was over for the night. God damn that April. She could frustrate them through two closed doors.
She turned and snapped off the light, frowning in the darkness as she lay on her back. Jeff hadn't answered her question directly and she was afraid to push him any harder. He just might say something truthful that she couldn't handle. Then she rolled her head from side to side. He'd said he hadn't seduced April, and he'd said Karen was crazy to think that April had seduced him. That was good enough for now.
She lay awake thinking for a long while, even after she heard Jeff's deep breathing begin. He'd certainly dropped off fast, considering how agitated they'd been. Usually he was a light sleeper and if he had problems he would often he awake all night.
But tonight. Well ... he was slow getting his penis up and he was exhausted enough to drop off like a stone once she'd left him alone. Karen wanted to put it down to the trying evening he must have had with April. After all, a couple of hours of nervous tension can exhaust anybody, even to the point where sex is too much.
Karen smiled in the darkness. Of course, that was it. Tomorrow he'd be at his best when he went into work, and that is as it should be. After all, he was trying to impress everybody at Harold and Frank that he was a comer. So far he was doing a good job and their future was rosy.
Then her smile winked off. Except for April. Something had to be done about April. She remembered her conversation with Jeff. Could Karen still kill her sister with kindness? It would be interesting to try to find out. She could be the perfect hostess in the morning, after Jeff had left for work. She'd prepare a wonderful breakfast and serve it on a tray to April while her sister was in bed.
Yes, perhaps if she pampered April they would both relax and talk out their problems. Then, like adults, they could agree that April's presence in the house was a dangerous influence and April could be persuaded to go away and leave them alone.
Gradually, Karen felt herself drift down into sleep. She dreamed that she and April and Jeff were walking on clouds, hand in hand. They walked through a cloud and when they emerged April was gone. She smiled in her sleep because it was a happy dream and when she stirred and awoke she knew it would be a harbinger of what would happen the next morning.
Then she slept soundly.
13
When she opened her eyes it was bright and sunny and the light streamed through the bedroom windows. Summer, in California, she and Jeff ... and April. She sat up, staring hard at the door. She'd slept later than she'd planned. Already Jeff was at work and here she was, still filled with sleep. Well, not any more.
She cocked her head and listened. While she listened she felt her body come to lie in its short nightgown, and she wondered if it was a disturbing awakening. She felt her breasts tingle as she stretched and the muscles of her flat belly pulled as she lifted her arms over her head. Even her thighs ached to be given a workout. She felt wonderful, rested, full of life. She was ready for something.
Karen knew what ... who ... she was ready for. She was going to face April and somehow she was going to defeat her sister. She'd try kindness and before long she'd have April eating out of her hand.
She leaped from bed and loosely tied a short robe around her body. It didn't cover much, but it didn't matter. It was warm enough and would be, even if she were naked. She hurried into the kitchen where she turned on the stove. She arranged bacon on a skillet, remembering that April loved to have a lot of bacon at breakfast. She arranged orange juice, toast and butter on a tray and then she added the bacon after she'd poured off the grease.
Yes, that looked very nice. She went up the corridor and paused outside April's door. She could hear nothing. Her body still seemed to be awakening, tingling with new life. Strange, that she should feel so anxious to encounter her sister. It would be more natural if she'd wanted to shy away from the older woman who was taller, bigger, and heavier.
At last she tapped lightly on the door and at once April's voice called, "Come in."
Karen opened the door and stuck her golden head inside. "Good morning."
As she had hoped, April was still in bed but she was quickly sitting up, shoving her hair back from her face and rubbing life into her eyes and cheeks. She folded her hands before her and Karen saw that she was wearing a nightgown much like her own. They'd probably bought them in the same store in Lincoln the year before.
"Hi," Karen replied as she pushed the door open and came into the sunny and cheerful room. "I thought you might be hungry."
"Oh." April clapped her hands. "How did you know? I'm absolutely famished!"
Feeling foolishly proud that she had anticipated her big sister's needs, Karen came to the bed and she carefully placed the tray in April's flat and soft lap. April's eyes fairly danced over the tray.
"How wonderful. You remembered how I love tons of bacon. Isn't that sweet," she exclaimed.
She sipped the orange juice and rolled her eyes. "And the juice is positively icy. I could drink gallons of the stuff."
Karen made a face. "I only have a quart mixed. I hope that will be enough."
April touched her sister on the wrist. "I'm only kidding. There's enough here for a regiment."
Hesitantly, Karen sat down on the side of the bed and watched the beautiful brown-haired woman wolf down the food. She kept rolling her eyes as she munched and making little sounds of delight with each new taste discovery. Karen darted into the kitchen and returned with coffee for them both and they clinked cups against saucers as they sipped.
"Sis." Karen's voice was hesitant. She wasn't certain what she was going to say.
April put her half empty cup aside and then she gestured toward the tray. Karen removed it to the bedside table, piling the dishes carefully. "Yes, honey?" April finally replied, her voice light. She turned to the other bedside table and shook a cigarette from a pack. She lighted it expertly and blew smoke through her nose.
"You really shouldn't smoke, you know."
April laughed and then half coughed. "God, is i that what you came in here to tell me?"
"Well ... no. It's about Jeff, and me, and why you decided to come to our house." She couldn't meet April's eyes as she spoke. "We don't think it's a very good idea."
April laughed again. "Your husband made that clear last night, darling. After you had left he was an absolute beast. He didn't speak to me all night, except to ask me to leave. I almost did, but I didn't want to shove off without knowing now you felt about it."
Karen felt ashamed at the moment. Apparently all she'd need to do was to back up Jeff and April would pack up and steal away. It was almost too easy. It was too easy. April would never give up without a struggle.
Karen tried to smile. "You have no intention of leaving until you're good and ready-unless I drive you out at the point of a gun."
April stared. "Why, dear little sister, what an awful thing to say. You know I'd never go anywhere I'm not welcome, or where I didn't feel I was needed."
Karen rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "And, of course, you feel you're needed here."
April giggled. "Well, mom and dad want a report on you. You know, now you and Jeff are really getting along, through the eyes of an impartial observer."
"I write them often," Karen said simply.
"Of course you do, but they don't know how much is true. They asked me to check up on you."
Karen tilted her head and cast a long look at her big sister. "I don't believe you. Mom and dad were never that worried about us, and I don't think they trust your 'impartiality' any more than Jeff or I do. So I don't think there's really any reason for you to hang around. Come on, sis, we have lots of nice little downtown hotels-down where you'll want to go job hunting."
April sighed, shaking her head slowly and formed the word "no" with her lips, silently. "You know it isn't possible for me to simply pack up. I've always been fascinated with you and when Jeff thickened the plot my fascination increased-No, I've got to hang around and take notes on you two."
"You won't drive us apart," Karen warned. "We're stronger now than we were back home. We've become a team. We're deeply in love and that's where our strength comes from."
April puffed her cigarette lazily, squinting at Karen through the rising smoke. "How much in love are you, darling? Enough so that you're certain Jeff would never cheat?"
"Of course," Karen blurted at once, but a doubt flashed behind her eyes. What was April getting at? Had something gone on here the night before? No, that was impossible. If Jeff ever took another woman it most certainly wouldn't be a female he was virtually allergic to be around. "But I still think it's time you packed up and left us, April. I really do."
April lifted her face and blew smoke as she laughed. Then she stubbed out her cigarette. "Do you now?" She wiggled her fingers. "Come here and let me tell you what it's all about. And I mean what it's all, all about."
Karen could feel her face turning into a mask. It was a mask of fear, of remembering, of haunting thoughts out of the past. She was frightened and she wanted to get away. But she somehow didn't have the strength to leap from the bed. She couldn't make her legs do her bidding.
April was still gesturing. "Come on. You remember how much fun we once had. It can be like that again."
At last Karen shook her head with such violence that her golden hair swirled around her head, whipping her face. "No, we're past that forever. You know it. We're grown up now and the past is dead."
April sighed and abruptly she looked like a small girl, winsome and innocent. "I suppose you're right. But it's okay for us to remember the good times, isn't it? I mean, if we're going to go on being sisters we've got to know that we come from the same family, the same stock, the same blood."
Karen nibbled her lower lip and her fingers wormed together in her lap. She wished she had more on because a mile of legs were sticking out. "Well, I guess that's all right. So long as we remember the good times."
April smiled prettily. "All right, then, come closer and we'll be real sisters. Come on and I'll make you laugh with the story about my first date. You never heard about that one, did you?"
Karen shook her head and she moved, sliding higher on the bed, pushing with her hands and feet. She kept her feet firmly on the floor and her hands were back in her lap. She wasn't taking any chances on any sophomoric behavior.
When she was almost to April's elbow the big sister seemed satisfied. "Well," she began, rolling her eyes to the ceiling in thought, her lips pursed prettily, "it was when I was fifteen, I guess and Bradford Mason was my date. You remember him. He was older and I think he became an Army career man. Well, after the dance he was going to take me home in his rattly old 1948 Chevy."
Karen smiled. April was having fun. She seemed to be relaxing as her mind drifted back. Perhaps they could live on the same planet in peace after all. She laughed when April made a sound like a chugging engine.
"Anyhow, he drove us out to Stemberger's Quarry and parked. You know the place. You went there later ... with Jeff, probably. He was determined he was going to .teach me about life." She giggled. "Look, can I be Brad and you be me? I've got to show you how crazy it all was."
It was all right now, Karen knew, and she nodded. "Sure, you make it sound like fun."
"Fun? It was wild." She rolled her eyes again. "Right away he leans toward me, like this, and he wants to kiss me."
April leaned and her arm went around Karen's shoulder. Gently, Karen felt her body being twisted so that she was facing April, who was sitting up, her back against the head of the bed. Then April's hands were at the back of her neck, pulling her face close. "Like this," April purred, her eyes half closed.
Karen was just starting to think about resisting when she felt their lips touch. It was a light kiss and April broke it immediately, blinking wide-eyed into Karen's face.
"What's the matter? I'm only demonstrating, little sister." She giggled. "You're going to think this is wild. Come, let me finish."
"Well ... "Karen felt herself being sucked under by her older sister's power and again their lips touched. This time Karen felt short teeth sink into her upper lip, hang on, and then bite painfully.
"Ouch!" She jerked away and rubbed her lip. Karen was laughing again.
"Naturally, that's what I said when old dumb Brad did that to me. I guess he wanted to eat me up." She tiled her head. "You see, I was just showing you how it was. You don't need to feel trapped or anything."
Karen nodded. "I guess I understand." She smiled, because April was trying to amuse her, but she felt something trapped and strangely restless deep in her body. That bite had turned something over and made it begin pacing back and forth restlessly in its cage. Her confusion was mounting.
April was going on. "You should have seen me jump when he did this to me." Her hand came down on Karen's knee, snaking under the short hem of her nightgown to press into firm and smooth flesh. April jumped and she made Karen jump when she did so. "You see? It is startling, isn't it?"
Karen nodded, looking down at the hand, which was still on her knee. "April...?"
"Relax. We're having fun."
Karen tried, but it wasn't easy when the hand began to squirm on her knee. "Old Brad started doing this and believe me I had my hand over his, trying to pull him away. We must have struggled for ten minutes. You can imagine how I felt because this was my very first time. God, I wondered, are all boys like this?"
Karen's answering smile was weak.
"Then he moved closer." April quickly squirmed lower on the bed and she put her knees over the side and her feet on the floor. She was sitting by Karen's side and her arm went around her shoulders. "Like this."
"Uh...."
"Hush," April whispered and she put her fingers to her younger sister's lips. The finger came away and was replaced by lips. This time the mouth was not wiggling and biting. It was over Karen's with a firm softness, now insistent, but not leaving any room for hesitation, either. The lips pressed and then they opened. Karen winced when she felt the tip of a tongue trace around the perimeter of her own lips.
Her gasp filled the room and the lips eased. "Relax. I'm showing you how it was."
Karen couldn't relax, but she couldn't jerk her head away, either. April was holding her shoulders, but her head was free. But that thing deep inside her was growing stronger and it didn't want Karen to pull away. On the contrary, it seemed to be welcoming the increased attention from April. Karen was confused. This was crazy. Was that terrible thing still alive inside her? It seemed to be, and it had been dormant for so many years.
April's eyes were closed as she resumed the kiss and Karen could only close her own eyes. She didn't want to see; she only wanted to get it over with. So she was again caught unaware when a hand closed over her right breast. Her eyes popped open to see April's free hand placed flat on her breast and, as she watched, the fingers curled in.
"April!"
"What is it now?" her sister snapped. "I can't let you do this."
"But Brad did it to me. Don't you want to know what happened?" She spoke as though it would be insane for Karen not to want her to proceed with the demonstration.
"I don't think so."
"You think, but I'm certain," April insisted. "Trust me for just a few minutes. You'll love the fun, just as I did in that old Chevy with Brad."
"Well...."
"Good girl!"
Karen gulped as the hand moved on her breast.
She felt the fingers sink into her softness and then, against her will, she felt the breast begin to stir. It was filling and lifting and the nipple came to life. She could feel it nuzzle into the intruding palm, as though it couldn't tell friend from foe. Indeed, it couldn't. She heard a low gurgle of pleasure in April's throat as the larger woman peered down into Karen's face.
"You always were a beautiful little girl," she whispered.
"Don't say that," Karen protested.
"No, silly, that's what Brad said to me." She was still whispering. "Want to see what he did next?"
"I ... I don't think I do."
"You're going to, anyhow."
With that the hand vacated Karen's breast and it went directly down the front of her nightgown and pressed into her body once again. It was flat against her crotch, right over her blond furry mound.
14
Karen leaped from the bed and ran to the window. She didn't know why she didn't dash through the door to safety, but she stopped at the window, hugging herself, and she looked out through the half drawn blinds.
"You're a lovely child," April said from the bed behind her.
"I'm not a child," Karen snapped.
"Yes, you are."
April's voice drilled at Karen and she felt the subtle changes in her body continue. She couldn't help them. Things were happening inside her head, too. She couldn't make herself think clearly. She was going back, reverting to her childhood when she was home and playing with dolls.
Dolls! April had stolen her doll, the beautiful rag doll that Uncle Herb had given Karen. April had taken it over and she would only let Karen play with the doll when she was a good little girl. Being a good little girl meant letting April do as she pleased with Karen.
"What are you thinking now?" April wanted to know.
Even Karen's voice had changed when she spoke and she wondered what magic her big sister was working. "You took my doll."
"Ah! The doll! Of course I took your doll, because you were a bad girl. If you'd learn to behave you could have the doll as much as you wish. Do you promise to be a good girl?"
Karen shuddered and she hugged her body more tightly. "I don't like having to be good the way you want me to be good."
"It's easy. You don't need to do a thing. Just let me show you a little fun." April giggled and she sounded like a child, too. "You just have to let me show you what Janet showed me at school the other day. In the gym after we played volleyball. It was real neat."
"No."
"Karen ... you want your doll, don't you? If you'll just be nice for a little while you can have it back , ... well, forever. How about that?"
Karen turned and stared across the bedroom at her sister. She knew they were playing a game. She was looking at the scene as though they were actresses on stage. But she couldn't break the spell. Was it a fact that she was looking forward to what April wanted to do? After all, even though it made her sick to her stomach, there was a certain excitement about it. No, she couldn't believe that.
But she didn't want to pass up a chance to have her very own rag doll back forever. Finally she gave a single nod.
"All right ... but just a little bit." She pointed a finger at her sister. "And then I can have my doll. y?"
April got up and crossed to her, stopping when their noses were only a few inches apart. "Okay," she breathed. "My sweet little sister."
Karen had to look up into her big sister's eyes. She was taller and heavier, better built. There was simply more of her, and when she wanted to be mean she could be very strong. So Karen knew that if there was passion inside her own body, there was also fear.
She looked down at her heavy breasts, which almost oozed over the top of the short nightgown. Then she lowered her eyes to her own breasts. Although nicely formed, they did not thrust forward with quite so much strength. She looked at April's waist. It was heavier than Karen's, more solid. Her hips were wider and her legs longer and more heavy in the thighs. There was no fat on either of their bodies, but one was a beautiful average-sized woman and the other was a stunning king-sized woman.
Karen licked her lips. "All right, but we've made a pact."
"In heaven," April breathed. "So, put your hands at your sides and we'll play statue."
"You know I can't do that right," Karen whined, her little girl voice rising.
"You know the rules. You've got to remain absolutely still, except when I move you. If you flinch or move in any way, then I win the game. And you know what happens when I collect my winning prize."
Karen sighed. "All right."
She planted her feet solidly on the carpet, bare pink feet with toes that curled into the nylon softness. Then she put her hands at her sides, a few inches out from-her body, the way April once coached her to do. She lifted her chin, took a deep breath, and stared at some point high on the opposite wall.
April nodded as she slid closer and she licked her lips as she wiped her hands on her thighs. So, big sister was nervous, too. Well, she'd show her that she couldn't be managed. This time she'd be a perfect statue.
April's hands were lifted and they cupped Karen's chin, very gently, the fingertips hardly touching her. She held them that way for almost a minute as she smiled into Karen's face. "Such a beautiful face," she whispered so softly that Karen could hardly hear. "A fabulous face...."
Then the hands drifted down to her throat and April continued whispering, describing each hollow and bump of Karen's body as she went. But Karen could hardly hear the murmuring, so intent was she on not moving, on not allowing April to defeat her. The hands patted her throat lightly and stroked the tanned smoothness.
Then they went lower, down to the top of the nightgown, where the deep fizzure between Karen's breasts began. A forefinger tapped its way into that crack and touched each side of the very tops of the surging breasts. Karen swallowed and April smiled when she saw the throat muscles quiver.
"Careful," she whispered through pursed lips that were shining.
Karen set her teeth and ground them together as April plucked at the bodice of the nightgown. She pulled it away from her body and leaned closer to look down into the depths of her little sister's bosom. Then she lifted a hand and it went down into the depths and emerged with a breast, a heavy and full white breast that was capped with its little pink shield.
Karen watched April shake her head. "And you keep thinking you're more beautiful than I. Little sister, you've got it all ... and I'm going to enjoy taking it."
She let the breast hang outside the bodice and then she leaned her face very close to the nipple. She inspected it like a scientist inspecting a small globe of the earth. Then she touched it. Her fingers pressed on its lower side, lifting its weight and letting it fall. It fell firmly, without shaking, its muscles sturdy and young.
"God...."
Against her will, Karen felt some measure of pride flow through her body. She shouldn't have, but she was pleased that she could show off before her big sister. Then the fingers were heading down her bodice again, withdrawing the other breast and testing it.
Karen watched the larger woman shaking her head and then that head lowered itself abruptly. It touched lips to Karen's throat and drifted down into the deep valley between the breasts. There it paused and the lips then slowly began to climb the side of Karen's right breast. It curved over the slope until it was a half inch from the edge of her thrusting nipple, which had jerked itself erect some time earlier.
Karen tried not to gasp, but a small sound escaped from her throat. She wavered, but she did not move. Her body was frozen, even though it seemed to be heating up fast. She felt the glow in the pit of her belly expanding, like it was being fed by gasoline. It spread down into her crotch and then down her legs and up into her stomach. Her breasts tingled furiously and she wondered how long she could hold out.
Then the lips captured her nipple, taking it gently between their softness, right on the tip. The lips pressed until they easily pinched the nipple and Karen's eyelids fluttered. But April could not see. Then the lips parted and moved forward enough to capture the entire nipple. When the tongue raked the tip of the pink bud April's shudders increased. She fought to keep her knees from giving way. She must be strong!
April looked up into her face and smiled. "It's getting difficult, isn't it, my darling little girl?"
"I'll manage," Karen said fiercely.
"Like shit you will."
The head went down again and the lips toyed with her other breast before they climbed to the nipple and sucked on it. Karen would feel her points going crazy, bursting, aching to escape their flesh prisons and race down April's throat.
April smiled. "When you want to start giving something back, you may."
"I'm a statue."
"Sure you are."
Karen kept her body still as April plucked at her shoulders. The thin nightgown fell down over each arm and sagged to her waist. She'd been a fool for not wearing more clothing, but she hadn't dreamed anything like this would happen. April stood back, "Magnificent knockers, little sister. You should have them bronzed." She sighed. "Well, let's get a look at the rest of you."
Karen's fires were hotter than ever and she'd forgotten about their doll game. She knew she wouldn't be able to flee, but she could at least resist where she stood. April lightly fluffed the nightgown until it fell from Karen's hips and dropped to the carpet. She was naked and she felt her last defenses fall away. Covering somehow had been a measure of security; now she had none.
April was breathing through her mouth and her lips were shining as she stood back, hands on hips, inspecting her sister. "If there's a pound out of place, I'd like to know where it is."
The flattery was lost on Karen. She was hardly able to hear or see anymore. Her blood was boiling and her nerves from head to toe were tingling. Each ached to be stroked by the larger woman. Each wanted to be caressed. Each wanted its share of the woman-to-woman love-making.
"Don't you want to undress me?" April whispered.
Karen's lips formed a silent "no."
"Come on," April whined. "I'll give you a brand new doll to go with your old one."
Karen sighed, knowing that she really didn't care about playing with dolls, but knowing that dolls represented reward. She wanted April to reward her, but her conscious being didn't realize that the reward she wanted was sexual fulfillment-an orgasm that she needed so badly.
So she abandoned her statue role. Her hands came up and she grasped the hem of the very short nightgown that April wore. With an abrupt movement, she lifted it to her big sister's throat, tossing the material over each shoulder so that it remained high around her neck. She stared at the fully exposed body.
That great body, that full body, that body that was so feminine and yet so powerful. It could move men or women into action almost with equal ease. The breasts were heavy, the belly firm and muscles, the hips wide and packed with power and the long legs looked as though they were .capable of squeezing a lover in two.
Karen licked her lips, but she dropped her arm. She wasn't going to touch.
"No?" April said with raised eyebrows. "Well, we'll need to apply a little more heat."
Karen dropped her arms as the firm hands of her sister pressed into her ribs. Then she was massaging her belly. April got behind Karen and reached around her waist, under her arms, to again press her fingers into her stomach. She massaged firmly and together they could feel the heat increase. Karen licked sweat from her upper lip.
April's hands went lower and Karen could feel her breath on the back of her neck as she worked. Gently, April began kissing her on the neck and then she was biting, also gently, but each bite became harder. The dropping hands were in Karen's blond forest and heading more deeply into her crotch.
They reached the very top of her cunt and there a single finger made a tiny design at the top of her quickly swelling lips. Karen gasped, staggered and almost fell.
"Please ... don't...."
"Please don't stop would be more like it," April rasped. "You're like a Roman candle down there. You'd be a hell of a lot more woman if you'd admit you love sex."
"But not with another ... not with you."
"Bull shit. Hands are hands. What does it matter whether they're connected to a man's or a woman's body?" April was now nibbling under Karen's ear as she spoke.
Karen closed her eyes and her head tilted back to rest against April's forehead. The effect was to expose her body even more, to leave herself in April's hands. She was fully surrendering, fully vulnerable. Those hands were now rummaging around Karen's cunt. They poised over the hole and wormed their way inside.
Karen almost fell again, but the stronger sister held her up, bracing her knees against the back of Karen's knees and keeping an arm around her waist. It was the other arm and hand that were servicing Karen so thoroughly. Karen's juices were boiling and then her surge began.
She shuddered as the orgasm made her vaginal walls collapse and then puff back into shape. Her nerves and muscles went crazy as ripples of ecstasy surged far up into her belly and then all the way down to her lips again. Karen spent herself again and again until she was drooping in-April's arms. She'd given everything and her strength was gone.
April let go and Karen collapsed on the carpet. April stood over the crumpled figure, hands on her hips. "Come on, get up. It's your turn."
Karen sobbed into the carpet's softness. "I can't. My knees can't hold me."
"Like shit. Get up or I'll fuck you where you lie. God know I don't know how I'll do it. I don't have a dildo with me. But I'll think of something."
Karen lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're awful. You've brought it all back."
"And you gave it a wonderful welcome, didn't you, little sister? You didn't believe that crap about dolls. You grabbed at it as an excuse to revert. Admit you haven't had a decent orgasm since I used to finger fuck you in our bed. Hell, you were hardly twelve or thirteen then. And you humped the hell out of my hand, just like you've just done."
Karen pulled herself up until she was on her knees. Then April moved close to Karen's face. She grasped her sister's face, cupping her chin. She pulled that face into her crotch and demanded, "Stick out your tongue!"
"I can't." Karen's voice was muffled. She was sniffing the musky scent from April's vagina. It was warm, moist and strong. It wasn't as unpleasant as she'd imagined it would be.
"Out with it!" April demanded again.
Karen sobbed and then she opened her lips. She was about to allow her tongue to drift into that moist vagina when she heard a sound. What in the world was Jeff coming home for so early in the day? For it was Jeff. She knew by the sound of the Chevy.
"He's back," she said, lifting her face toward her sister's looming body. "He's back to save me."
April laughed. "All right, I'll take you both on. I can do it. If you think the two of you can handle me, you've got another think coming."
Karen shuddered, terribly afraid the words were true.
15
Jeff shook his head as he leaned over his desk. He'd been on the job for almost two hours and he hadn't gotten a damned lick of work done. He might as well have called in sick and stayed home. April was too much for him. He couldn't really think about anything else.
His scene with her the night before had been disgusting. He'd been more vulnerable to her lures than ever before. He'd allowed her to seduce him without him so much as trying to run away. He wondered about April and Karen. What were they up to? Their relationship hadn't always been the most healthy one on earth. He suspected that much.
His telephone rang one and he picked it up. "Be right in," he muttered into the instrument.
Then he got up and crossed the office to the door that led into Robert Harold's private office. He went inside. It was a large and pleasant room and the senior partner of Harold and Frank was a large and pleasant man. He sat behind his desk, hit necktie loud, his jacket shouting, his moon face not smiling for once. A cigar was stuck from the comer of his mouth and he removed it as Jeff entered. The cigar waved at a chair, which Jeff expected.
Bob Harold was in his mid-forties. He was a large man who had expensive tastes in clothes, cigars and women. He was single and a chaser. He'd probably caught Donna outside on more than one occasion. Jeff figured, but he didn't brag about his conquests. He cleared his throat.
"I've been looking over these tax reports you gave me a while ago." He paused and looked at Jeff from under bushy eyebrows. "What's eating you, Jeff?"
"What?"
"This stuff doesn't make sense. You don't turn in junk like this. Something's wrong."
Jeff slumped in his chair and looked defeated. "I've got problems. Nothing to do with the office. In-law problems at home. They're eating me up."
"Mother-in-law?"
"Sister-in-law." '
"So, your wife's sister is in town and neither you nor Karen knows how to handle her," Harold muttered.
Jeff stared. "Right on. How did you know?"
"It's not a unique problem. Look, take the rest of the day off and solve it. I don't want you around here fucking up. Come back when you're ready to do a job." He said the words in a kindly fashion. He wasn't reaming Jeff, merely giving him sincere advice. "Anything I can do to help? If she's a looker I'll try to take her off your hands."
Jeff smiled a crooked smile. "She's a looker, all right,, but I don't think you'd want her."
"Well," Bob Harold said, pursing his lips, "we can't let you go on like this. Do you want me to talk to you and Karen together? I could hear you out and offer advice. I know advice is cheap, but I've got some experience under this sagging belt." He tapped his belly.
"I don't think so. Not yet, anyhow. Maybe you're right, though. I'll go home and try to settle things. I'll be back when things are going better." He got up. "And thanks for being so understanding."
Harold waved a hand as he stuck the cigar back in the comer of his mouth. Jeff went back to his desk and began to stuff a few papers in drawers.
"Jeff?"
He looked up to see Donna-Donna of the high rise apartment and the high rise breasts-standing by his elbow. He smiled. "Hi. Don't get too close. It may be catching."
She frowned as she looked up into his face. "Are you really sick? You're behaving so strangely this morning."
He sighed. "Troubles with my wife and her sister. You know about her."
She nodded. "So it's going badly, huh? Did she arrive last night?"
He shrugged. "It seems like she's been on board for a month. I've got to get rid of her or old man Harold will lower the boom."
"What will you do?" She stood close to him and he could smell her perfume. It was mixed with the smell of her body, an exciting musky smell. He remembered her performance in her living room. But he shook his head in denial of what he really wanted to do.
"Go home and try to fix things. Harold is giving me the time off."
Donna nodded in sympathy. "I'll go out to the car with you. You look like you need a friend."
"I do," he conceded.
They left the office together and only a few heads lifted to follow their progress. Harold and Frank's boss was the king of swingers so that if staff members occasionally played a few games it was hardly noticed. At the car Donna waited while he unlocked it, and then she slipped inside with him. He sat, hands in his lap, looking at her.
Suddenly she put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. "You know I want to help-in any way I can. If you want to come over to my place later...."
"Thanks," he acknowledged. "I doubt it, but thanks."
She shrugged and he watched her breasts move. She saw his glance, picked up his hand, and pressed it into her softness. She rubbed his hand over her nipples. "I have anything you want, darling." She smiled. "You can have it all."
He smiled back. "I should ask you if you've got a revolver, probably. I don't know how else to deal with that bitch of a woman."
"I wish I could go with you," Donna murmured, taking his hand and pressing it into her belly. It was also warm and soft and he wished he could go home with her-to her place. He wanted to turn his back on the problem.
Instead he sighed and took his hand back. "See you."
She leaned over, they kissed and then she got out. She stood in the parking lot and watched until his car was out of sight.
He drove slowly, thinking. He had to have a plan to dump April. He couldn't make the same mistake of merely ordering her out and having her laugh at him again. She'd simply go to work and make him make a fool of himself, as he'd done the night before. He frowned as he threaded through the traffic, his hands resting lightly on the wheel.
He could slam into the house, pick her up by the seat of the pants and bodily toss her out, heaving her luggage after her. But that was crazy. There would be a family fight, she'd call the cops or something and they'd have all kinds of trouble. No, he had to have a plan.
Jeff still hadn't found a plan by the time he'd turned into the driveway. At least his coming home so early would surprise April, perhaps throw her off balance. If he could move quickly enough, she might be vulnerable.
He leaped from the car and went in through the kitchen door. The house seemed quiet, but he couldn't imagine they were both still in bed. He went through the living room and into the corridor. April was standing in the doorway to her room, leaning against the jamb, her arms folded, her feet crossed. She wore only a very short nightgown that was hardly long enough to cover her crotch. A smirk was on her lips.
"Well, couldn't stay away, eh?" she remarked, her smirk growing.
"That's right," Jeff snapped. "You're going to leave here right now. Get some clothes on." He looked around. "Where's Karen?"
"Here I am." She appeared in the doorway to their room, tying a robe at her middle. He looked from one woman to the other. Hell, it was after ten and they were still not dressed. What had been going on? "Why are you home?"
"Because you and I are going to move your sister out of here." He brushed past her and then he went past April and into the guest bedroom. He looked at the mussed bed, the empty breakfast tray and he could smell the sex in the room. "What's been going on in here?"
Both women were in the doorway and April turned to smile sweetly at Karen. "Will you tell him, darling, or shall I?"
Karen swallowed and Jeff stared at her. She looked mussed, like the bed, her blond hair not neat and shining as it usually was. He looked up and down her body. Her curves seemed more pronounced, even when hidden by the pink wrapper that covered her nightgown. Still, he could see enough to know that she was up-tight, nervous, edgy.
He looked at April. She was breathing strangely, her lips parted and shining. Her hair was also mussed and there was a strange light in her eyes. Her breasts pushed against the front of her nightgown and they looked expanded, as though she were horny or had had a massage or both. Something had been going on, all right.
Karen cleared her throat. "Well, I wanted to talk to April, that's all. I wanted to explain that you and I are trying to make, that we are making it, on our own. That her presence here could only mess things up. So I gave her a nice breakfast and we've been ... talking."
Jeff stared. "I see."
"Actually she's lying," April giggled. "We've been having an orgy."
Karen gasped and Jeff frowned. He didn't know whether to believe her or not, not certain if he wanted to believe her. "You'd better pack now," I he muttered, his words lacing hard at his sister-in-law.
She shook her head as she strolled into the room. She gestured at Karen. "She doesn't want me to leave. We haven't finished what we were! doing."
"You're crazy," Jeff snapped. "Come on, pack I UP-"
April shrugged, moving her body seductively as she went back to the door. She took Karen's hand and led her into the room as though she were a little girl. She squeezed the hand tightly in both of hers as she hugged it to her breasts. "You tell him, darling sister. You don't want me to leave, do you? Not until we finish our morning exercises."
Karen moved her lips, but no words came out.
"Well, Karen?" Jeff snapped. "Surely you don't want this bitch to stay on. Tell her. Back me up and we'll get rid of her right now. We're that close." He held thumb and forefinger a half inch apart.
Again Karen tried to speak but when April tugged on her hand she turned to meet her sister's! eyes. "Remember, dear Karen, you want your doll ... and the new one I promised you."
Karen's eyes widened and her lips were parted. Her tongue came out to flick over them. "Yes, the dolls."
"What the hell is going on?" Jeff snorted, marching up to the two women. "What dolls? What is this nonsense?"
"Jeff, darling," April murmured, turning to him and running her hands down his lapels, "I'd leave this very minute-I promise-if Karen ordered me out."
He was aware of the touch of her hands and he thought about the night before, but even so his spirits jumped and he whirled on Karen. "Okay, honey, hear that? She's going to go. We've won. You just say the word because she's your flesh and blood."
Karen stood like a statue, arms at her sides, her lips still trying to form words. When a few sounds began to come April appeared closely at her side, holding one hand and placing a hand on Karen's shoulder. The hand drifted to her throat and then down to the bodice of her wrapper. The finger seemed to toy at the tops of Karen's breasts. Jeff stared as Karen trembled.
"What's that you're saying, sweet sister?" April purred. "No one can understand you."
Karen cleared her throat. "She ... can't go yet...."
Jeff sagged. So he was defeated again. They couldn't get it all together at the same time so that their combined resolve could do in April. No, now Karen was hooked for some reason.
"Well, why the hell not?" Jeff demanded. "I want her to go. You know she can only destroy us. What's your reason?"
"My dolls. I want my dolls." Karen was speaking as though there were a key coming out of her back.
"What fucking dolls?" Jeff almost screamed.
April laughed. "I have her dolls. If she'll take my cookies I'll give her the dolls. That's the deal we were working on when you showed up." She tilted her head at him. "You notice she does not want me to leave. So I stay ... and we go on with the games. Would you like to join in?"
Jeff snarled, "Not on your life, no matter what your games are."
"But you won't mind if we proceed. It might be fun with an audience." April posed with a hand on her hip, one naked knee thrust forward. "Karen, what the fuck...." he began. "Tell him you want to continue, darling," April said to her sister. "Tell him he mustn't interfere or you and I will simply have to go somewhere else for our fun and games."
She paused and they waited for Karen's answer. She looked into April's mocking face and then she stared at her husband. "I do want my dolls, Jeff. And April has nice ... cookies. I want to finish the game. I hope you don't mind too much. I hope you won't try to interfere. But I would like you here. Then maybe you'll understand." She spoke like a mechanical woman and Jeff couldn't believe his ears. "Me? Watch?"
Karen nodded. "Please. I'd feel better. I ... I don't want to be alone with her."
April lifted her face toward the ceiling as she laughed. "This is wild, kids. She wants to be reamed, but she doesn't want to be alone. She wants an audience. Well, it does add a bizarre note and, Jeff, old boy, any time you want to join in....
"No, thank you," Jeff hissed, still not believing that what he feared might happen would happen. Karen wasn't always a strong woman, but she couldn't be this weak-could she?
He stared as April came to him and pulled on his arm, leading him to the bed where he sat down. She kissed him lightly on the mouth and patted his head. "Nice Jeff. There, you have a seat on the fifty-yard line. You may cheer all you wish, but don't interrupt the game, unless you want to join it." She straightened and looked over her shoulder. "Correct, sister?"
Karen nodded, still like a statue, her feet planted apart, her arms at her sides. Her eyes seemed to be glazed and there were unnatural spots of color in her cheeks. Karen was on some kind of trip. Briefly, Jeff wondered if April had given her something.
He sighed as April returned to Karen. He watched as deft fingers untied Karen's robe, pulled it open and then slipped it over his blond wife's shoulders. The robe was dropped to the carpet and April stood back. She smiled over at Jeff.
"You notice how her body has changed. She's still excited from a half hour ago. So am I. We're both big and breathing hard. So we won't waste much time with preliminaries.
Jeff blinked in wonderment as April lifted Karen's nightgown from the hem. At once her blond pussy was in view, that little furry place he loved so much. The sister tossed the gown over Karen's shoulders and it slipped from her body completely. Then April snapped her finger at Karen.
His wife in turn lifted April's nightgown, all the way over her head. It dropped and the two women faced each other, stark naked.
And Jeff was an audience of one.
16
"All right, we'll do it your way," Karen said as she sat at her dressing table.
He stood at the closet and looked over his shoulder at her as he buttoned his shirt. She looked very good in her dressing gown with her long legs sticking out and the open gown revealing her stuffed bra. He wished he could have his wife back again, all to himself. But it wasn't working out.
April had had her way with them throughout the day before and then they'd all fallen into a drugged sleep. April had awakened first that morning and she'd poked her head into their room.
"Hey, sleepy heads, I'm going downtown to pick up a few things. Karen, I've got your keys. I'm going to use your bug. You don't mind, do you?" She laughed. "Don't look for me before dinner, okay? See you two."
Now it was, late in the morning and Jeff had just called the office. He'd spoken with the senior partner, Robert Harold and Harold had offered advice. Jeff had passed it along to Karen and now they were getting ready to go.
He knotted his tie and went to Karen, who was putting on the last of her make-up, leaning close to the mirror. He looked over her head at her reflection. "You're beautiful, you know that? I wish I had you as exclusive property."
Abruptly her Up crumpled and she turned, throwing her arms around his middle. She buried her head against his stomach and a sob broke from her lips.
"Wasn't that awful yesterday? What must you think of me, darling?"
"Or you, me," he replied, stroking her golden head. "I guess we both lost our heads for a while, but I don't blame ourselves all that much. It's April. She's the evil one. She could make a saint turn into a bank robber, if she tried hard enough." He snorted. "Come on, let's get going."
"But I feel so ashamed. For several reasons. Because I let her do those terrible things to me ... to us. And because I'm too weak to throw her out. Each time I try she seduces me all over again. I'm turning into a creep." Her eyes were brimming.
"Not on your life," he replied. "I'm the creep. Hell, we're all creeps around her. She's a creepy person and she manages to infect anybody she's with. Don't worry about yesterday. Let's make today work out."
"You're right." She nodded, letting him go and finishing her work. Then she pulled a mini over her head, zipped it up and stepped into high, gunky shoes. She looked very chic, like a high school girl, almost. He was proud of her.
They soon left the house and headed toward Jeff's office. When they arrived it was noon and so they had lunch at a small place nearby before they went inside. A few heads looked up when they entered the office and Jeff saw the look in Donna's eye. She'd been after him to return to her apartment, but so far he'd been able to avoid it. Not that he didn't enjoy playing games with her, but April was such a distraction that he had trouble concentrating on anything else.
They went straight into Harold's office where Jeff knocked and then opened the door. He stuck his head inside to see his boss seated at his desk, looking fit and ruddy in his middle age. He waved at Jeff.
"Come in, come in," he called. "I've been waiting for you. Is the little lady with you?"
"Yes," he replied and he stepped aside so that Karen could get by.
Harold was out of his chair and hurrying around the desk. He took both of Karen's hands. "Gad, you look smashing. I haven't seen you since that Chamber of Commerce dinner a couple of months ago."
Karen was able to blush prettily. "That's right, Mr. Harold."
"Bob. Call me Bob." He glanced at Jeff. "The two of you. We're all family down here. You know that by now."
They sat down opposite his desk while Harold resumed his seat. He lighted a cigar with a brief ceremony and then sat back, blowing a blue cloud toward the ceiling. "Now then, I want to hear all about this sister-in-law person and what's bothering you."
Jeff shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know if we should burden you with it. After all...."
"Nonsense. I told you, we're family and that's what families are for." He laughed. "Us old coots learn a few things along the way. You squirts think you know it all. What good are we if nobody comes to us for advice?"
Karen and Jeff sighed and then Jeff began to talk. He told Harold everything, although he was brief about the events of the day before. He let his boss use his imagination to fill in the gaps. When he was finished the cigar was almost gone and Harold's eyelids were heavy. He peered at them from under them as he sat back in his chair, his fingertips placed carefully together.
Harold seemed lost in his private thoughts. He stayed that way for what seemed minutes, but it amounted to seconds, really. Suddenly he looked up, "Jeff, you get out of here. Go have a drink or something. Give me an hour with Karen and you'll be taking home a new woman. I promise you. Her experiences in this office will transform her into a tigress."
Jeff got up and left. As he closed the door behind him, he smiled softly at Karen.
Robert Harold came around his desk and stood, arms folded, looking down at Karen. She trembled slightly as she peered up at the big man, but she wasn't as frightened as she might have been. She trusted him and she knew that whatever he was going to teach her would have Jeff's blessings. So she wasn't cheating on anybody.
"You're up tight," he said at last, taking the cigar from his mouth and stubbing it out in an ash tray. "You and Jeff are alike. Don't you know there's more to life than working, keeping house and saving it all for one man and one woman?"
Karen frowned and blinked up at him.
"I'm talking about swinging. If you knew how to swing you'd be able to handle your sister. It's a case of learning through variety-a-variety of partners-each of whom can teach you something. When you know more than this ... April? Is that her name? Well, when you know more than April you've beaten her. She can't impress you any more, unless you want to be impressed."
Karen licked her lips and kept her hands folded over her knees. She suddenly wished she'd worn a longer skirt because there was an awful lot of leg hanging out. "I thought you were going to teach me self-defense or something."
"Exactly, self-defense against the Aprils of the world. It means a combination of bodily strength and a point of view which makes you superior. So you work two ways. You use your body to defeat hers-by literally punching it out, if necessary. And you use your worldly experience to put her down. You've got to defeat April mentally as well as physically. That's been your tactical shortcoming up until now."
Karen swallowed. "I guess I understand."
"So today we deal with both phases: your physical prowess and your mental strength. All right?"
She murmured, "Whatever you say, Mr. Harold."
"Bob, God damn it."
"Bob."
"Okay, on your feet. Let's have an inspection first." He stood before her like a drill sergeant.
Karen half stumbled to her feet, smoothing her short skirt over her thighs. She stood like a soldier, arms at her sides, chin high, her eyes straight ahead. She coughed once and then was still.
Harold walked slowly around her, clucking and making other small sounds of approval or disapproval. She trembled slightly at the backs of her knees, but she did not move or speak. Then he was before her again, eyes darting up and down.
"What I can see looks pretty good." He turned toward his desk ash tray, saw that he'd mashed his cigar, and turned back again. "How do I know it's all real?"
Karen flushed. She wasn't certain what he was getting at, but she wasn't going to be put down. "It's real, all right."
He suddenly laughed. "Very good. You see? I've tried to insult you and you snap right back. That's that mental aggressiveness I told you about. But what about your body? Is it as rugged as it looks? Everything seems to be in the right place."
"Take my word for it," she muttered, still the soldier at attention.
"No," he snapped.
Karen stared. "What?"
"Come on, you're going to show me if this is going to be a straight arrow lesson. I can't fool around with a pupil who's afraid of me." He studied her face and she knew he was wondering how she would react.
What the hell, she thought. She had Jeff's permission. This man was his boss. She'd better play ball. And, she hoped, he was sincere in his desire to help her. The perils might be worth the rewards. So she shrugged.
"Good girl. Okay, lift your skirt. I want to see more leg. The muscular condition of your thighs is important."
Feeling like a fashion model candidate, Karen grasped the hem of her mini in each fist and lifted.
In only a few inches the lacy fringe of her pants came into view and she hoped that not too much of her blond bush showed through the sheer material.
"Hm. You seem fit enough," he muttered as he walked around her, stroking his chin. He was certainly all business, Karen realized. Perhaps he had so many women-she knew about him being a swinging bachelor-that the sight of one more didn't excite him. "Up more in the rear."
Karen lifted the back of her dress and felt his eyes on the seat of her pants. God, these were such tight pants there wasn't a dimple on her bottom he couldn't easily make out. He stood behind her for perhaps a minute and at last she had to steal a look over her shoulder.
"All right?"
He sounded strange when he replied, "You'll do ... at least in that department. I assume you wear fakies."
"I most certainly do not," she snapped at once. "Why should you assume such a thing?"
He was back, in front of her, his eyes riveted on her breasts. She followed his look. They were thrusting quite prominently. Perhaps she was stimulated. At any rate, they were shoving hard, and even the outline of the nipples could be seen, although she wore a bra.
"You couldn't have that much. Not a woman of your size," he replied. "I'd need to see to believe."
She licked her lips. "You're saying you want to see?"
He nodded. "If you don't mind. I have to know exactly what sort of material I'm working with."
Karen clenched her fists for a moment and then she reached to her bodice. She opened buttons until her mini was spread down to her waist. She pulled the material aside and each bra-cupped breast was thrust into view. He pursed his lips in a silent whistle.
"No padding inside those things?"
She promptly turned her back to him. "Open me up and see for yourself."
He reached for the catch on her bra, fiddled with it and at last got it open. Her breasts surged forward even more as she lifted the bra and draped it around her neck. Then she again turned to face him, head high, body posed with pride. His eyes seemed to bug from his head.
"Christ, I've seen many a tit, but...."
"But mine are the best."
"I wasn't going to say the worst," he muttered. "Mrs. Wilson ... Karen ... you're hung beautifully. With those you can lick any woman in the world, including April."
She deflated slightly and she looked down at her hands, over the peaks of her breasts. "I'm not sure how I can defeat anybody," she murmured.
"That's what I'm going to teach you," he repeated. "But you've got to trust me, all right?"
"Yes, we've already decided that."
He nodded as he moved close to her. "I've got to test your muscle tone. That's very important."
"All right." Something was happening to Karen and she didn't mind giving her permission nearly as much as she would have ten minutes earlier.
He lifted his hands and Karen closed her eyes. She had her chin up again and her hands were at her sides. She was like a soldier who was about to have a medal pinned on his chest. She waited and then she opened her eyes just in time to see his hand come up under her right breast. It pressed up into the lower curve, lifting the breast.
She reacted at once, a tingle starting where he'd touched her and radiating out into the other breast. He touched that breast in the same way with his other hand. He lifted them both a few inches and let them fall. They shuddered stiffly before coming to a half.
"Very firm," he muttered. "Excellent."
"Thank you," she muttered back, as though thanking her captain after she'd passed inspection. It really wasn't much different, she thought.
He slipped his hand up over the curve of her right breast and headed for the nipple at its center. She wanted to gasp, but she did not. And she locked her knees tightly to keep them from buckling. She wasn't going to spoil everything by becoming emotional about this test. He slipped his hand higher until he touched the edge of pink puckered flesh. This time she was unable to stifle the small sound in her throat.
"All right?" he said sternly, peering into her face.
She peered right back. "I was going to ask you that."
"I'm not certain yet."
His finger covered the nipple and then on her other side his hand traveled over the breast until it had captured the nipple. He pinched them both at once and they sprang to life under his caress.
"Yes, excellent tone," he repeated. "I'll need to keep checking, however."
Karen had no desire to stop him now and so she nodded at once, her eyes rolling. Suddenly she was very hot, her lips parted so that she was almost panting. The changes were making her body boil and she was almost frightened that she could get ready for sex so fast. Sex? He was merely inspecting. Who said anything about sex?
He placed his hands flat on each breast and made screwing motions by twisting his wrists. She loved it, the massage making her flesh flame under his touch. He smiled into her face.
"You are a firm little thing and it is all you. I like that. April is finished, if I do say so."
Without asking permission anymore he lifted her skirt and looked down at the front of her pants. Then he casually tucked the skirt into her waist. His fingers plucked at the sides of her pants, at her hips, until he'd rolled them down several inches. Her white hips swam into view and he only stopped when only a small triangle of pants still covered her bush. They stared at the tiny covering and he looked into her face.
"This is a total inspection."
"I understand," she snapped.
He shoved the pants to her knees and stepped back. His eyes were bugging again and he was licking his lips with a tongue like that of a nervous lizard. He wrung his hands and then he shoved them into his pockets. Karen's eyes followed and she could see the large bulge down there. He was hard, all right, ready to use his cock for anything she was lured into giving. It wouldn't take much luring, she acknowledged.
"Very good. Real blond, curly, wiry, I would imagine."
"Yes, but you'll want to test for yourself. I understand that by now."
"Good soldier," he muttered as he came close again.
His hands were out of his pockets and that crotch bulge was larger than ever. This man was a giant, a man with experience, a teacher. A session with him could change Karen's outlook on her entire sex life.
He placed his hand flat on her bush and made a sound like a physician probing for bumps. "Yes, very strong, good hairs, as firm as the rest of you. Are you healthy up in there?"
"Of course."
"You understand I must...."
"I understand, Bob," Karen said, her voice almost snapping at him. She was getting too anxious and, after all, he was her teacher.
He pressed his hand into her bush and a finger dipped into her opening. It sliced cleanly between her lips and went up her passage like a sharp-nosed destroyer. She gasped and spread her knees as he shoved the finger all the way up. He smiled into her face.
"It feels fine to me."
"Me, too," she stammered.
He allowed another finger to join the first one and he pumped them. "Do you feel that?"
"Yes. Very much."
"Good. Your responses are normal."
He took his hand away only seconds before Karen was going to go off. She could feel her juices begin to peak and then he was withdrawn from her. For an instant she was furious, but she tried to hide it until her control returned. After all, this man had not promised he was going to fuck her. He was going to test her and teach her. Already she was learning. She knew she was strong, something special. Already he was doing good things for her.
He paced behind her and his hands suddenly cupped her buttocks. He pushed hard until Karen almost had to step forward to control herself. Then he ran his finger up and down her crack, and her eyes rolled. "Ah...."
"So you really like that."
"Bob, I love it."
He tapped her bung and she concentrated until it relaxed for him. Then he tucked his finger inside and swished it around. She reeled again as he dug into her vitals and she wanted to collapse squirming to the carpet. But she couldn't allow her discipline to leak away.
He withdrew the finger, again only moments before her mounting orgasm and again waves of frustration washed over her damp body. She clenched her teeth until the waves began to calm and then he was before her again.
"I want you to tell me you feel strong, Karen,!' he intoned like some Indian guru.
"I feel strong," she replied, her fists working.
"How strong?"
"Strong enough to whip her ass."
"Good girl. You have sexual power and physical power. Show me you can use them together, efficiently, so that you can overpower anybody. Come ahead, show me. Do anything you like."
In a twinkling of an eye Karen was transformed into a tigress. She flew at him, claws out, and he retreated across the room until he sat down in a couch. As he went sprawling she was over him, kicking off the remains of her pants and beating him on the chest. All of her frustration was pouring forth in a torrent of sexual strength.
She dug into his fly, ripping at his belt until it opened and then pulling the zipper until it went off the track. She whipped out his prick and grasped it in both hands. Then she pumped it as though it contained water needed to put out a fire.
He gasped and the prick at once expanded and began to pulsate. She knew that he was close to going off into her fingers and so she pumped all the harder.
"Good woman!" he cried as he tried to reach up and caress her crotch, her breasts, anywhere he could put his fingers. But Karen didn't need that. She was the tigress. She was in charge.
He knew this was true when he started to spurt. He came and she watched his milk rise six feet into the air and then fall back on his chest. He came several times, each spurt a little smaller than the one before, as Karen pumped his prick and milked it dry.
At last he fell back, wet and gasping. He was limp and she stood over him, triumphant. She laughed, hands on her hips, legs planted apart.
"So, I am an Amazon, professor!" she shouted.
"Yes," he gasped, struggling to sit up. She helped him. "You've graduated with honors. Tell me...." He paused to wheeze a few times. "Tell me, why don't we get April in here? When Jeff returns I'll tell you my next plan."
Karen laughed. "Anything you say, professor."
He managed to smile. "I'd say you're a hell of a woman, Mrs. Wilson."
17
Robert Harold had laid it all out for them and some of it they already knew, but-at least he laid it on the line in a business-like way. They sat in his office late that day-after Jeff had delivered an exhausted Donna to her apartment and after Karen had time to regain her composure.
"April is an unhappy person. That's easy enough to figure out. So she wants other people to be unhappy. Misery loves company; there's nothing new there. She's unhappy, jealous of you two because you're close to being happy without her around and, therefore, she's vulnerable because you are more happy than she. You have something she hasn't. Perhaps if we help make her happy she'll turn into a person who can live with the rest of the world."
Jeff leaned forward and pointed his finger at Harold, who puffed a cigar behind his desk. "But we've tried to be nice to her. Every time she twists it to her advantage and throws it back in our faces."
"All right," Harold continued, "then her spirit needs breaking first. Deflate her, degrade her, make her crawl. Then she'll love whoever picks her up and gives her a fresh start."
Karen nodded. "You want me to do the deflating, right? That's why you taught me macho today, that's why you made me come to realize I can be pretty tough in any way I've got to be tough."
"Partly," Harold went on, "but not exactly that way. I want to help you bring her to her knees, kids. Let's get her down here and I'll see what I can do. Then you can have at her later and finish the job. Between us we'll surround her and she won't have anything left. Then we'll put her back together the way we want her to be. We'll destroy the old April and create a new one, just like Dr. Frankenstein in his laboratory."
And so Jeff and Karen had gone home that evening and they were strangely silent as April asked them questions about their day. They would only say that they wanted her to go into the city with them the following day. That they had a surprise for her.
They were in the Chevy now, nearing downtown, turning past the large building that housed Donna's apartment and Jeff glanced out at it casually. Then they drove into a parking lot and April looked out.
"Ah. Now I see," she exclaimed. "Harold and Frank. You're going to take me on a tour of your office. You scheming devil, Jeff, why didn't you tell me?"
"Surprises are fun, April," he remarked, turning off the engine. "Come on, let's go."
April leaned back in the seat and she frowned at Jeff and Karen. "You two are up to something. You're not going to have me kidnapped and tossed into the next east-bound jet, are you?"
"Nothing like that," Jeff promised. "I think you're going to like what's going to happen to you."
April shook her head. "I still have a feeling I'm walking into a trap."
"Afraid," Karen teased, lifting her eyebrows in wide-eyed innocence. "Big bad April's afraid?"
"You're behaving differently, too," April snapped at her younger sister. "You're like the cat that ate the canary. Come on, spit out the feathers."
Karen smiled like Mona Lisa. "You're stalling, sister." She looked at Jeff. "The old man might have been wrong. Maybe I should settle this myself."
Jeff shook his head. "No, he's been right all the way down the line so far. Let's do it his way, at least to start. We'll learn something by watching, I'm certain."
"What the hell are you two talking about?" April wanted to know.
"Come on," Jeff ordered as he jerked the car door open.
Both women climbed out, dressed almost identically in their short minis that showed off their figures so well. Jeff realized they passed up wearing pantsuits because of their good legs and bodies. They wanted to let the world see their beauty. He was a big fan of minis, himself.
They walked ahead of him as they crossed the parking lot and he shook his head at the waste. If only he could harness them both. What sex playmates they would be. A big one and a medium-sized one. The gold dust twins. Miss Inside and Miss Outside. An unbeatable team. Well, perhaps something would come of all this that he could literally sink his teeth into.
Inside the office every head turned. The sisters looked a great deal alike, even though their hair color and faces were different. Their bodies were almost identical, except for size. Jeff nodded once to Donna as he urged the women across the room to Robert Harold's office. There he knocked on the door.
When he heard a grunt he opened it and the women, went in before him. He closed the door firmly, setting the catch as he did so. Harold was rising from his desk, a broad smile on his face.
"Hi, Jeff, Karen. And don't tell me, this has got to be April. Glad to meet you, April." His hand was stuck out as he came around the desk.
By now April was wary and perhaps a little afraid. She drew back from the extended hand and shook her head. "I'm getting out of here. You know something you're not supposed to know and I don't like strangers ganging up on me."
"Jeff?" Harold said casually, still smiling at April.
"It's locked," Jeff intoned.
"Fine. You and your sweet wife can sit down and enjoy the show. I can see at a glance at April here that I won't be needing any help." He rubbed his hands together like a butcher looking at a blue ribbon heifer.
April backed up until her ass was stopped by the back of an overstuffed chair. "Show?" she murmured.
Harold came toward her, still smiling as Karen and Jeff took their places on the couch. Already Jeff could feel his penis beginning to lift. He was glad to have such a good seat for the show to be put on by the master.
April stood, leaning hard against the chair as Harold planted himself before her. He smiled like an angel. "I'm going to degrade you, April. Isn't that something?"
She shook her head. "You're Robert Harold, aren't you? Jeff's boss. He's told me about you. A bachelor, a swinger, a lady-killer." She managed a harsh laugh. "What do you do, starve them to death?"
"You'll find out," he promised. "Now take your clothes off."
April wasn't finished fighting, not by a long shot. She lifted her chin. "Fuck you."
"My, that's clever."
"Go fuck yourself, anyhow."
Robert Harold was faster than Jeff thought a man of his age could be. His hands came out in a blur and he whirled April around, trapping her wrists behind her back with one of his large paws. Then he swung her around to face him again, their noses almost touching. He drew back a little and then he slapped her smartly across the cheek with his free hand.
It sounded like a gunshot. Jeff looked at Karen. She stared at him, a horrified look on her face. He knew what she was thinking. Was Robert Harold going to beat her sister into submission?
At that Harold glanced across the room. "Just a little something to stun the lady into realizing who's boss. I don't intend to fight with the lady, just degrade her." He looked April in the eye and they could see her cheek growing red. "Well, do you know who's boss?"
April drew her head back and then, faster than his slap, she spit into Harold's face. He let go of her and wiped himself with a handkerchief. She stood in continued defiance, arms folded, feet planted wide. She looked tougher than he and for a moment Jeff wondered if the game was over. If she whipped Harold then they'd be stuck with her forever.
But he hadn't reckoned with Harold's strength and experience. As they stared he grabbed April again, whirled her around and jackknifed her over the back of the chair. She hung, face down, feet hardly touching the floor, her rear end presented to him.
Jeff stared at that rear end and his cock grew firmer. She had a hell of a bottom, high, saucy, firm when it had to be and soft and yielding when April wanted it to be. He looked at Karen again and she was staring hard, too. He saw something in her eyes, something like he'd seen when he'd seen April and Karen together at home. She wasn't cured yet.
Cured. Perhaps that was too strong a word. Why couldn't she enjoy sex with him and with an occasional woman, too? After all, a lot of people in the office subscribed to that sexual practice. Some of the married men had told him their wives were A.C.-D.C. Well, they'd have to see. He'd need to get more liberal in his thinking.
Meanwhile, 'Harold was standing over April, holding her down with a hand planted at the back of her neck. Her head still hung and her feet, too, so that her body was cut in the middle, her crotch bent over the chair. He swiftly lifted her skirt, not that there was much to lift. It was very short and already the' bottoms of her pants were showing. He lifted the skirt to her waist. Then he pulled down her pants, all the way to her knees, with an abrupt movement.
Jeff's gasp made Karen look at him. "You like the looks of it that much? More than mine?"
He stared back at his wife. "Of course not. Nobody had a better bottom than you, honey."
"But...."
"But that isn't bad." He pinched the end of her breast. "Good bottoms run in the Robertson family. Even your mother wasn't all that bad a few years ago."
"Jeff!" She was pretending to be shocked, but she wasn't.
He grinned. Perhaps they were both learning. Swapping, casual sex here and there, it could be the answer to their hang ups at home. Yes, they'd need to find out. He knew already he was the better for having screwed Donna and April in the past few days. As for Karen, he figured April had taught her a few things and probably old man Harold had run her through the mill, too. She didn't seem any the worse off for it and-at that moment she reached over and patted his crotch-perhaps she was even better.
He returned his gaze to April's white bottom. The light played tricks with the shadows in the deep crack and he wanted to dash over there and run his finger up and down its gentle canyon. But this was Harold's show. Solo. At least until he said differently.
April was trying to kick herself free and with her hands she tried to reach back and claw him, but Harold was able to keep free of her attacks. Then he was smacking her on the buttocks, hard, as though he were spanking a child. He smacked her again and again and she took it in silence, like a sullen child.
"Bad girl, April," he was muttering, sounding like a stern father. "Bad girl to want to make your little sister unhappy. You're being punished for that and you're never going to bother them again. Give me your promise."
April was still struggling and although she managed a few oaths back over her shoulder, it was clear she was being humiliated. Treating her like a naughty child was a stroke of genius and Jeff had to give Harold credit. He never would have thought of that approach. Already April was beginning to quiet down. She still struggled, but not nearly as fiercely as Jeff would have thought. She was definitely running out of steam or will ... he wasn't certain which.
As she quieted Harold stopped smacking her. There were red marks on those plump cheeks and as Jeff watched they began to fade. Harold placed his hand on a cheek, casually, not moving it. As he waited, April looked over her shoulder again, glaring at him. But she did not move and she did not speak.
Then he began to move the hand. Very slowly, he ran the hand in circles, first over one cheek and then its twin. Again April looked back at him, helpless, glaring, but the light in her eyes was beginning to change.
Jeff glanced at Karen and she smiled back at him. "It's working," she whispered.
"Yes," Jeff agreed and he looked down at his bulging crotch. For him, too.
Harold was making his circles larger, pushing harder, so that his fingers were sinking into that wonderfully firm flesh. Jeff could see the rippling of muscles as April reacted like a nervous filly with strange hands on its flanks. But she made no move to escape and Jeff saw that Harold was no longer using his other hand to hold her down.
His hand dipped into her crack and a small sound came from April's lips. "Shut up," Harold snapped and he slapped her on the bottom again. April immediately quieted. God, but he was really asserting his authority, Jeff realized.
He was making circles again and again his fingers went into the crack. April lifted her head and craned her neck to see her master. For there was no doubt now that Harold was the master of the situation. They were watching a very strong woman being broken before their eyes. It was an impressive sight.
The fingers dipped more deeply into her bottom and April's back was arching. Jeff could almost see the hairs standing up along the back of her neck and he felt his cock stand up harder than ever. He was really heated up now, watching this great sexual drama being played out. But he felt he had to have a part in the action. He wasn't the kind of man who could be a spectator for long.
The fingers paused in the middle of April's buttocks, deep in the fissure. Then Harold was pushing and Jeff could imagine the delicate ring of muscles struggling to keep the intruder out. That there was no turning' back this powerful man. He knew what he had to do and Jeff respected him for it.
Suddenly the fingers disappeared altogether and he realized he'd broken through. He was up into April's body, pushing into her canal, shoving sluggish organs about and massaging them so that April's eyes were beginning to roll in her head.
Jeff leaned close to Karen and she gripped his arm tightly. "Darling," she hissed. "Have you ever seen anything like it? To break her that way. It's positively gorgeous!"
He looked down into his wife's face. She was enthralled, surely as sexually aroused as he was. Possibly more. She couldn't tear her eyes from the sight and he followed her glance. He could see why she had to steal time to look at her own husband.
Harold was pumping his fingers into April's buttocks, indeed, sinking most of his hands into her depths. Her bottom was lifting to thrust against his jabbing and they'd managed to establish a rhythm that was bound to be effective.
April was making sounds in her throat again and this time Harold let her go on. He would have realized that she was losing control of herself, that nothing he could do could make her behave rationally. She'd been destroyed as a woman with a will of her own. Harold was the master; she was his slave. It was no longer a contest of any sort at all. Karen and Jeff were rapt as they watched April's mighty orgasm. She was cupping her hands to her crotch as her body humped like a puppet on strings that had become electrically charged. Again and again she groaned and cried out as the spasms ripped through her body.
At last she was spent, pants still down to her knees, body draped over the chair back like a rag doll. It was then Jeff knew he needed a piece of the action-for sure.
18
They watched as Harold helped April back to her feet. She was spent, defeated, her eyes fixed on her new master. He could have told her to do anything and she would have obeyed instantly. Slowly he removed her clothing, and she lifted first one arm and then the other, like a child ready for bed, to make his task easier.
Jeff loved the sight of April being, brought to her knees so completely. He blurted to Harold, "How the hell did you do it? Is she hypnotized?"
Harold nodded. "In a way. She's been broken. She knows I'm not the least bit afraid of her, that I am stronger than she and that I can control her any way I please. Deep in her once-black heart she loves this. Her responsibility for being a bitch is gone. She's glad to have a stronger hand than hers take charge."
Jeff looked at Karen, who was smiling at Harold. "I still can't believe it," she said. "If you ask me, you put her under a trance. Jeff and I have been trying to accomplish this ever since we got married. Lord knows we tried, but nothing like this ever happened."
Harold shrugged. "It's always worked for me ... "
"Like shit."
Three heads turned toward the speaker. It was April, naked and erect, hands on her hips. She looked magnificent, like an Amazon ready to do battle. She also looked anything but defeated. There was fire in her eyes and she was breathing deeply, her breasts rising and falling to a startling degree.
Harold was half smiling at her. "So, you want more of the same. You realize that, don't you? You're daring me to try to make you all over again. You call it daring. I call it begging. You want to be broken forever. Well, big sister, I'm the guy to do it."
Harold went toward her and then he looked over his shoulder. "It might be wise if you took part. Both of you. You see, that way she'll have it fixed in her mind that all three of us did the breaking. This will enable you to share the stature and strength of having done what nobody else could do."
Jeff shrugged at Karen and they got to their feet. He saw Karen glance down at his crotch. "Looks as though you can't wait to be invited."
He looked down at her breasts. They were expanded and she was panting almost as much as April. "How about you? You look ready to explode yourself."
Karen grinned as though she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Okay, let's not you and I fight. Let's remember the common enemy."
Jeff nodded and they advanced to Harold's side. The executive looked at Karen. "You remember what I taught you yesterday in this very office? How you're tough, strong, powerful and capable of doing anything you want to do?"
Karen swallowed and she nodded without speaking. She groped for Jeff's hand and squeezed it. Her palm was wet.
"All right. Now's the time for you to do your stuff."
Karen sniffed and then she lifted her chin. Yes, she suddenly looked in command and Jeff was proud of his wife. She would know how to handle her sister, he was certain. No, he wasn't all that certain, so he prayed as she began to walk toward April.
April stared back at her, a fixed smile on her lips. "And what the hell did you have in mind, little sister?"
"This," Karen rasped.
Nobody saw the blow coming, least of all April. Karen's fist swung in a lightning arc and caught her in the pit of the stomach. The larger woman doubled over at once and sank to her knees, wheezing for breath. Karen stepped close and drew back her fist again until Jeff became alarmed.
"Karen! For Christ's sake, you'll kill her. Never hit a person when they're so helpless."
"You're wrong...." Harold began to say to Jeff, but he never got the words out.
Karen had lowered her guard as she stood over the apparently helpless April. But the larger woman suddenly reached up and her grasping claws caught each of Karen's breasts in a grip that would not easily be shaken loose. The fingertips sank into Karen's bodice and at once Jeff heard the fragile material of Karen's dress begin to tear.
Karen staggered back and sat down hard in an overstuffed chair as April crawled after her younger sister, still on her knees. As Karen bounced down, April loomed over her, her claws working more deeply. Karen's bodice was in tatters and falling to her waist as" April hung on. The white flesh was swiftly turning to a bruised red as the assault continued.
"Got you, you bitch!" April rasped, a look of triumph in her eyes.
"Karen!" Harold was shouting. "Remember what I taught you. You're the stronger, you're the one who's right. Don't lose your new confidence now."
Karen rolled her eyes at Harold and then at Jeff. They were eyes filled with pain and Jeff shook his fist. "Come on, Karen, fight back!"
Her nipples looked ready to pop out of their skins as April dug in even harder. Then Karen went to work. From her seat in the chair she lifted a knee. It came up like a shot and sank straight into April's crotch. The larger woman was stunned and she fell back like a tree that had been chopped down in the forest.
She rolled on the carpet, hugging her groin and howling in pain. She turned this way and that and soon Karen looked sad. She quickly went to April and knelt by her side. "Honey, I'm sorry, I...."
Again April's ruse worked and she lashed out, catching Karen's crotch in her fingers and she-clung to it until she'd ripped out the front of her dress. The rags that were left of Karen's clothes fell from her body as she leaped back out of the larger woman's grasp.
This time Karen was wary and wise as she stepped in close. She kicked April in the side and then she rolled her over on her face. Then she dropped hard on her knees into the small of April's back. They could hear the air whoosh from April's body and she groaned.
"My God, you're killing me. You've turned into a monster."
"Only so long as it takes to conquer a monster," Karen panted as she worked. She captured one of April's wrists and then the other, pinning them behind her back and rising to her knees like a victorious hunter over a precious and rare creature from the wilds. "Now, do you surrender?"
"Never," April spat over her shoulder.
Karen twisted hard on April's wrists and the older sister cried out. "You're killing me."
"I dare say I will if I must. It's up to you."
Karen stared at the men, who watched. "By sweet Christ, she would kill me, wouldn't she? My kid sister has become that tough."
Jeff and Harold nodded. "She would," Jeff said, and he knew it was almost literally true..
April finally winced in pain as she nodded. "All right. I'm finished. You can do anything with me you want. I can't fight you any more."
Karen looked up at Jeff with a smile of triumph.
They had gathered in the living room, the three of them. Jeff and Karen smiled at April and then they smiled at each other, delight making their faces shine. When April had gone they would be alone together, ready and eager to do their marriage thing as they never had done before. They both felt stronger than ever, anxious, steaming, their juices running.
The victory over April had been vital for several reasons. Not only had they mastered her, but they had mastered their doubts about themselves. With the vanishing of doubt came an intense desire to leap into bed and prove to one another that they had been reborn.
It was late in the afternoon of the very day that Harold had seduced April, and Karen had managed to put her down with a display of power and will that Karen hadn't known she possessed. Karen's strength had been transmitted to Jeff, who felt proud and sure of his wife and, therefore, proud and sure of himself.
But it was April who was the loser and she shifted from one leg to the other, looking down at her neatly stacked luggage and then at her watch. She seemed somehow smaller, less tough, but she looked more winsome than ever, Jeff realized.
"Well," she sighed, "I suppose I'd better call that cab. I'll get a small hotel room until an apartment turns up."
Jeff wanted, for an instant, to invite her to stay on until she found an apartment, but he bit his tongue. Karen seemed to be thinking the same thing, but she remained silent.
"All right," Jeff said, suddenly sad for his sister-in-law. "I'll call a Yellow for you."
As he moved toward the phone, he heard the throaty engine outside and he paused. Then he went to the front window and looked out. The women were right behind him. He at once recognized the white Cadillac as it slid up to the curb. The women gasped.
"What's he doing here?" Karen wondered out loud.
Jeff looked at April and when his sister-in-law saw who it was, her eyes lighted at once. She almost clapped her hands together. Her dark moment had passed.
Nobody answered Karen, but Jeff went to the door and opened it just as Robert Harold was about to ring the bell. "Jeff," he exclaimed in his hearty voice. "Am I in time?"
"In time for what?" Jeff asked as Harold brushed past him into the front room.
"Ah! There she is!" Harold shouted and he went straight to April. He took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Honey, I like your spunk. You're tough, you've got guts and fire, but I can handle you. Would you like me to handle you in the days ahead?"
April was gasping as he leaned her back and kissed her throat and the deep valley between her breasts, which were almost popping out of her scoop neck. "Well," she stammered, but they could all see she was pleased, excited, flushed and ready to see what this man had to offer.
"All right, that means yes." He whirled on Jeff and Karen. "I'll take this spitfire off your hands and move her into my place. By God, she'll keep my life from being bored and I'll do as much for her. She's woman enough for me, I'll wager!"
Jeff and Karen murmured their consent and April's flushed cheeks showed that she was terribly willing to go along with the plan. As husband and wife watched, Harold snatched up April's luggage and then, shepherding her in front of him, he urged her out the front door and into the waiting car. They were gone in a sudden throaty burst of power.
Jeff grinned down at Karen and she moved close to him. "It's you and me now, lover," she purred. "Come on, let me get a look at that new macho you're so proud of.
He took her literally, at once opening his fly and slipping out his penis. It was heavy, pink and already dripping. It throbbed with a regular beat.
"All right!" Karen exclaimed and she turned her back to him so that he could unzip her mini.
Jeff didn't hesitate. He removed her clothes, picked her up and carried her nude, quivering body into the bedroom.
