The morning was warm and soft and seemed to blanket Sharon Werner as she sat dreamily at the breakfast table over a steaming cup of black coffee, her eyes fixed on some vague point in space outside of the enormous kitchen window. Birds called cheerfully to one another, the sun splashed into the room and across the table where her hands were wrapped tightly around the hot cup. She yawned and smiled softly and her long auburn eyelashes fluttered momentarily as she slowly brought her self to greet the new day from the drowsiness of sleep.
The beautiful, voluptuous young woman tossed her head to brush away the long silken strands of her hair, letting it fall back in a cascading cushion into her long, thin neck and tapered back. Her cobalt blue eyes gleamed like twin gems in the bright morning light and she felt chilling shivers travel down her spine from the strong breeze that shuddered through the open window. Yes, it was going to be a nice, peaceful, relaxing day, she mused, sipping from the steaming cup. Her husband, Don, had left early for work and her sister and brother-in-law had gone off to the beach and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. She was glad they had come, of course, but she was glad, now that they had been here for over a week, to have the house to herself for a change. Today she could clean and wax the kitchen floor and perhaps get around to washing the windows, too.
The twin mountains of her breasts quivered and the rose-hued nipples stood taut against the sheer, diaphanous material of her thin robe as the morning breeze whipped across the room and her eyes now traveled along the curvaceous form of her mature young body, down from the tips of her voluptuously sloped breasts down along the flat plane of her smooth-skinned belly, over the dark grove of her pubic mound enticingly outlined beneath the sheer material and settling finally on her luscious, fleshy thighs.
The young woman signed witn satisrac-tion, proudly aware that her hourglass figure was so often the object of intense admiration even from strange men and often the object of cat-like envy from other women. She had never used her lushly provocative body as some women do to tease unsuspecting men, to arouse them to unfathomable heights of passion just to satisfy her own vanity. No, she thought, gazing down over the rounded firmness of her hips and over the gentle swelling of her thighs, she had always been aware of her sensuous young femininity, but she had never taken unfair advantage of her own ability to arouse spasms of lust in the opposite sex.
Sharon's eyes danced happily across the modern features of the kitchen and into the pleasantly furnished living room, proud that she and Don had bought this house, proud that they had furnished it with such care and taste at such a moderate expense. She hoped that Jeff and Daisy would be as lucky as she and Don had been in that respect. They were such a handsome, alert and alive young couple and she was sure that their marriage would be a thriving success.
Jeff was Don's younger brother who had married Daisy, Sharon's younger sister, on the day he had turned eighteen. Daisy, at seventeen, had a figure no less sensuous and voluptuous than her older sister's, with firmly rounded young breasts and shapely, cushiony-soft thighs. It was amazing to Sharon how fully her younger sister had blossomed during the past three years - it had been that long since they had seen each other!
Three years! So much had happened in three years! She and Don had moved from Pennsylvania o Seaview, California when Don had landed the job with Sutwell Industries in San Diego three years before. Daisy had been an awkward adolescent then, her hair short and curly, her legs spindle-like sticks, her breasts barely discernible, she knew that Daisy would grow up and fill out, of course, but, still, it had been somewhat of a shock to the twenty-four year old woman to find her sister had made the ultimate transition to youthful maturity in the three years since they had seen each other. Of course, they had always been very close, writing to each other frequently, talking long-distance several times a year. In a way, Sharon had been frequently disturbed during those years by some of the things her sister had mentioned in her letters - parties that sounded almost like teenage orgies . . . smoking marijuana . . . wild tumbles during hay rides . . .
But now that she had finally come face to face with her darling younger sister after three years, all of Sharon's fears vanished. Daisy was a lovely young woman, full of exuberant vitality and devilish girlish charm which had been as appealing to Don as it had been to Sharon. Of course, Daisy drank a lot more beer and bourbon than Sharon would have liked, but she rationalized that the one bad habit was the recklessness of youth.
And then, of course, there was the way she dressed, with her sweaters so tight you could actually see the outline of her firm young nipples unrestrained by a brassiere! And her pants! Sometimes they were so tight you could clearly see the thin little outline of her teenage pubic mound not to mention the lush enticing curves of her smoothly rounded buttocks! And the way she had hugged Don the first night after they had arrived, pushing her flaring hips tightly into Don's groin as if she had at last discovered a long-lost lover!
But all this Sharon dismissed as overworked imagination. Her sister Daisy was nothing more than an easily excitable, highly spirited young woman who was on her memorable honeymoon trip with her handsome young husband! They had traveled all the way cross country, hitch-hiking or taking the bus, marveling at all marvelously beautiful sights and vistas along the way. And now they would be staying in California for several weeks before going back home to settle down and begin their new life together.
And Daisy wasn't the only one who had grown up during the three intervening years! Jeff, then a brooding, handsome boy of fifteen, was just beginning to show the muscular, rugged masculinity that had first attracted Sharon to his older brother. Even then he looked a lot like Don, with those same liquid brown eyes, the same chiseled cheekbones, the same full lips, the same slender but solid build. And now they almost looked like twins, except that Don was several inches taller than his younger brother.
Sharon recalled the first time Daisy and Jeff had met, the day before she and Don were married. From then on their romance had been like a whirlwind, neither one dating anyone else all through high school. It had always seemed ironic to Sharon that her sister should be in love with Don's brother and when at last they had gotten married, she was heartbroken that she and Don could not return to Pennsylvania for the wedding because of some important business deal Don was in the midst of completing. But all that didn't matter much now that Jeff and Daisy were here in California. Now she would be able to see them again and talk to them again and get to know them almost all over again. Yes, the last week had been a wonderful one for Sharon Werner and she was looking forward to the good times they would all have together when Don began his vacation next week. Perhaps they would take a drive up the coast to San Francisco ... or drive south into Mexico . . . or maybe they could even go as far as the Grand Canyon!
Enough daydreaming! I've got things to do! I've got a house to clean and shopping to do . . .
Sharon worked industriously cleaning the house, then went out to do her grocery shopping for the week. After waxing the kitchen floor, she decided to take a break and slipped into a cool pair of shorts with a matching halter top, then picked up House Beautiful and went out to lie in the warm afternoon sun for half an hour. By then the floor would be dry and she could begin to prepare dinner, an especially sumptuous meal she had planned to mark the beginning of Don's vacation.
In fact, the voluptuous young woman fell asleep on the chaise lounge next to the swimming pool, one slender arm draped over her head to shield her eyes from the sun, one tapered leg bent at the knee and the other stretched out full, with her other arm hanging limply at her side. She was awakened suddenly by the touch of someone's hand on her naked shoulder.
Looking up, using her hand to shield her eyes, she saw what appeared to be a towering figure, a young, virile, muscular boy who appeared to be about Jeff's age. His long blond hair tlopped over his forehead, curling Haphazardly over his eyebrows, and his opal blue eyes danced with mischief and merriment. She watched with some apprehension as his eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat and traveled with obvious delight down over the darkly mysterious cleavage between her ripely mature breasts beneath the halter, then on down to the "vee" between her delectable thighs.
Sharon instinctively drew her legs together, unnerved by the stranger's lewd stare, wonder-ing where he had come from and what he wanted.
"Sorry," he said cheerfully, "I didn't mean to scare ya. Name's Todd, Todd Baxter. I'm a friend of Jeff's!"
"Oh? A friend of Jeff's," the startled woman repeated. She noticed that his stare was still fixed on the gently undulating curves of her nearly naked body so seductively outlined beneath her halter top and short shorts.
"Yeah. He told me to look him up when I got out here," the boy volunteered, "and he gave me this address."
"Oh, I see," Sharon replied with somewhat more coldness that she intended. "Well, Jeff isn't here. He and Daisy have gone to the beach for the day."
"Maybe I could just hang around until they get back, Mrs. Werner," the boy casually suggested, his lewd intense stare making it seem like he was mentally undressing her as he spoke.
Sharon was severely taken aback by the use of her name. Evidentally Jeff had told him at least something about her and for some reason that she couldn't put her finger on, the boy's casual attitude and manner were very distressing and made the young woman very anxious. She continued to stare back at him for several long moments, unsure of what to do and how to react to what she considered to be a very rude and unwelcome intrusion.
"Oh!" ,he exclaimed, "I guess you're wondering how I know your name. Old Jeff, he told me all about you! Told me aobut how his brother's old lady was really something, if you know what I mean," he continued, fingering his bushy blond moustache with an almost evil touch. "Bet you hardly recognized the kid after three years, huh? Christ, he's really become a stallion, a regular stallion, old Jeff!"
Disconcerted by Todd's crude and sugges-tive remarks, Sharon resolved immediately to change the subject. "Well, yes, I suppose you can wait if you like. Perhaps you'd like to swim in the pool? You can change into a bathing suit in the little cabana over there."
"Sure, that sounded great. Will you join me," he asked suggestively.
"N - no, I can't. I've got to ... to start fixing supper," Sharon stuttered, anxious to get away from the boy's lewdly prying, gaze.
Sharon went directly into the kitchen and as she prepared the roast and began to cut up some vegetables, she watched through the window as the young man happily swam around in the small pool, getting out to dive back in. She couldn't help but notice the lithe, angular outlines of his virile young body as the sun glistened on his wet skin and she began to reprimand herself for her harsh attitude towards him. Perhaps she had only imagined the scurrilous manner in which his eyes had explored her scantily clad, sensuously curving body. Perhaps she was being overly sensitive . . . but still, it had been very disconcerting and his manner had been, at the least, so brisk that it had bordered on rudeness.
She wasn't quite sure what Jeff could possibly like about his crude, unkempt fellow in his tattered blue jeans and faded tee-shirt. Still, she supposed, she might as well make the best of a bad situation by allowing him to stay until Jeff and Daisy got back from the beach. She only hoped she wouldn't be put in the awkward position of having to invite him to stay for supper, not after she had planned such a special meal,' one that she knew Don would be very pleased with.
Suddenly, Tod wasn't there! Where could he have gone? Perhaps he had left, although it would have been highly rude to leave without at least saying good-bye and thanks for the swim! Well, that would probably be just like him . . .
Sharon turned, startled, as she realized that Todd was standing right behind her in the kitchen, his naked arms and legs dripping with water, his young skin glistening, his eyes holding that same devilish glint. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya, again!" he exclaimed, moving closer to the agitated young woman.
Sharon was again disconcerted by the lewd intensity of his stare which seemed to eo beneath her clothing right to the smooth satin surface of her skin. And strangely, she found her gaze studying his tall, well-proportioned young figure, too, as if his obscene gaze demanded the same in return. She flushed a deep crimson when she realized that her eyes had locked on the bulge of the boy's genitals beneath his skin-tight bathing suit and that he had caught her gaze and was amused by it!
"Yeah, old Jeff told me you were some hunk of woman," Todd exclaimed, focusing his eyes on the swelling, heaving mounds of her twin round breasts. "Some hunk of woman . . . and he was right! He was really right, alright!"
Sharon flushed an even deeper crimson and instinctively crossed her arms over her volup-tuously jutting breasts. She then pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table, crossing her legs as if to hide her tempting womanhood from the boy's relentless staring, then pulling the chair as close to the table as it would go. She didn't know quite what to say, only that she wanted desperately to change the subject to something less patently sexual in nature.
"Would you like a glass of lemonade," she asked politely, feebly, trying to avert her eyes from his.
"Wouldn't mind a beer, if you've got one," he responded, pulling out the chair across the table, turning it around and then sitting down so that his legs straddled the seat and his arms folded across the back of the chair.
Sharon brought him a can of beer and a glass, feeling his eyes locked onto her alluringly curvaceous frame as she moved from the refrigerator and stretched her arms up to get a glass down from the high cabinet. Although her back was turned to him, she could hear his words clearly like an atom bomb exploding in her ears.
"Yeah, old Jeff has married a very sexy little number ... I didn't know how sexy until I saw for myself! And I didn't believe that even Daisy's sister could be any sexier . . . but I guess I was wrong!" he said, his eyes feasting on the enticing jiggle of her smoothly rounded buttocks as she strained to reach the glass in the upper cabinet. A wide, uncontrolled grin crossed his young moustached face and greeted Sharon when she returned to her chair by the table.
"Uh . . . how long have you known Jeff?" she stammered, hoping at last to have found a safe subject.
"Oh, I met Jeff and Daisy at a party last summer. Wow, what a party that was," he reflected, his eyes glimmering with pleasure. "It was up at my house, in the mountains, and there was plenty of booze and plenty of women. Yeah, that was some party, alright!"
"Yes, I'm sure it was," Sharon volunteered rather icily.
"Well, anyway, that's when I met Jeff and Daisy. Seems now like a party isn't a party without those two! Jeez!"
"What do you mean by that?" Sharon asked suspiciously.
"Well . . . uh . . . just use your imagina-tion a little, Mrs. Werner," Todd responded, brushing back the curly mass of hair from his forehead.
"I . . . I don't think I understand what you mean," Sharon persisted, vaguely aware that there were many things that Daisy hadn't confided in her letters and almost afraid to hear them.
"Look," he replied, a thin bead of perspiration forming over his moustache along his upper lips, "it's not exactly the sort of thing I should be Jelling Daisy's sister, if you know what I mean." He was obviously disturbed now by the way Sharon had relentlessly questioned him about her sister's activities and Sharon was no longer quite so sure she wanted to know exactly what his implications meant. The boy reached for a package of cigarettes that was lying on the tabel, took one, offered one to Sharon, then lit both of them with fingers that almost trembled.
Sharon shifted uneasily in her chair as an apprehensive chill swept over her voluptuous body. A slowly building fear was climbing through her as she sensed a quality of . . . evil! Perhaps it was just a lingering taint of immorality in his face which should have been all youth and innocence but that somehow seemed experienced beyond his years. Perhaps it was simply the way he sat in that chair with his muscular young thighs straddling wide across the seat and his arms folded across its back. Or perhaps it was the previous seductiveness in his large brown eyes that still haunted the disturbed young woman.
"You can't tell me that my sister . . . that Daisy . . . has been doing things that . . . aren't nice?" Sharon stuttered, her full red lips quivering while her breasts heaved on her chest.
The boy scratched his head and took a long gulp of his beer. His eyes, for the first time, avoided hers and he twisted nervously in the chair. "Well, sort of," he murmured finally. "You know how parties can be, sometimes. People sort of get carried away."
"You mean . . . orgies?" Sharon almost spat out that last word, as if it tasted bad and she wanted to get it out of her mouth as soon as possible.
"Well . . . not exactly orgies," Todd re-plied, the muscles in his chest rippling through his skin as he shifted position slightly in the chair. The sight of Daisy's sister so scantily clad in an outfit that clearly revealed the sumptious sweeping crescents of her breasts and that nakedly displayed the smooth skin of her curving thighs had obviously excited the teenage boy and he clenched his fists now as if to fight off the rising tide of desire that stormed through his loins. The bulge of his cock beneath the tight-fitting bathing suit was obvious now, too obvious and he wished he could control its relentless swelling. "Not exactly . . . but close, maybe," he concluded reluctantly.
The young woman's first thought was that this boy was exaggerating, trying perhaps to impress her with the depth and breadth of his own experience. After all, she was an older woman to him, even though she was only twenty-four, and he might say anything to make himself appear more attractive and more manly in her eyes. He had obviously been impressed by the luscious curves of her full-figured young body and now he was merely trying to aggrandize himself, to make himself seem like a regular Don Juan who knew how, as he would likely have put it, to really take care of a woman!
"Well, I suppose teenagers now days do things a little bit differently than we did when was a teenager," she said philosophically, almost meekly. "I guess it's a different world now."
Todd Baxter looked quite relieved and issued an audible sigh as he gulped down the remains of his beer. Sharon wished that he would leave. She felt, still, very uncomfortable around this strange boy and besides, she had planned a special and elaborate meal for that evening which the company of such an odd stranger would surely spoil. Reluctantly, she had to admit to herself that she wasn't too shocked by what he had told her. After all, she read the newspapers, didn't she? Stories about wild teenage parties on the beach, with marijuana and beer and liquor and loud music and obscenely suggestive dancing, sometimes naked love-making right amongst the other revelers! Of course, she had never attributed such actions to Jeff and Daisy and she did find it difficult to picture them doing half the wild things she read about. But she realized, at the same time, that modern teenagers are often more open in their attitudes, especially towards sex, and, like it or not, there was little she could do about.
The young woman's thoughts were inter-rupted by the once again cheerful voice of Todd Baxer. "Jeez, Mrs. Werner, you sure are some swell looking woman! I didn't believe Jeff, but I sure believe him now!"
Sharon looked up and across the table at his eagerly grinning face.
"I mean," he continued, oblivious of the displeasure which his remarks caused, "that you sure are built! There aren't many women, you know, with a body as nice as yours!"
The young woman shifted nervously in her chair, as if turning her body would turn off the nakedly lewd gaze of her teenage brother-on-law's friend. She reached up with one hand to brush her smoothly flowing auburn hair away from her eyes and then suddenly she realized that Todd was now standing beside her, his hand resting casually on her naked shoulder. She swung her face up and saw his peering down at her with lust gleaming in his eyes and the sun making a golden stripe across his naked, hairy chest. His eyes were fastened now on the enticing "vee" between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Yes, indeed, some fine-looking woman. Old Jeff really wasn't kidding about you, Mrs. Werner," he whispered hoarsely.
Sharon flinched and she could see the bulging swell of his hungry young cock as it strained against the restraint of his nylon bathing suit. Suddenly, she wanted to laugh. Here she was, a married woman of twenty-four, being seduced by an eighteen year-old friend of her brother-in-law who was, all the while, calling her Mrs. Werner! Her reckless amuse-ment mingled with her realy fear as she replied to his compliments.
"Todd! This is absurd! I've never met anyone as brazen as you before!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, aren't I riduculous? It's part of my charm, they tell me," he answered flippantly. "I mean, the first time I met your sister I told her what a gorgeous pair of tits she had - and do you know what? She laughed herself silly! Thought it was the funniest thing she'd heard in a long time! And you know why? 'Todd', she said that night, 'there aren't many people who could get away with being as honest as you are!' That's what she told me!" he grinned triumphantly.
Tears of outraged humiliation filled the young woman's eyes and her mouth hung open in disbelief as she fought against the tears. "Damn you," she shouted. "I've heard enough talk like this. Perhaps you'd better leave - and right now!"
The outraged young woman attempted to get up from the chair, but when she did, he caught her by the shoulder and spun her around to face him, wrapping one of his strong arms around her trembling body. "You don't really want me to leave, do you, Mrs. Werner? Why, we could be such good friends!" And then, without hesitation, he pressed his eagerly moist young lips against hers, sending his hotly licking tongue into the warmly soft confines of her reluctant mouth. Sharon was caught just then between conflicting emotions: the warmth and passion of his hungry young mouth on hers sent a chilling quiver of latent desire spiraling through her loins and she could feel her own berry-like nipples growing harder and harder beneath her brief cotton blouse as he strained his loins into hers; but then her conscience told her to wrench free of this provocative embrace and run away as far and as fast as she could.
Instead, she reached around to scratch viciously into the skin of his long back, which caused him to pull his mouth awav from hers and cry out in pain. Then Sharon tried to twist from his strong grasp and swung the flat of her hand hard against his barely bearded young cheek. In response, the boy merely tightened his grip around her tremulous body and smiled down at his helplessly angry victim.
"I like my women wild, Mrs. Werner. I surely do! Ask Jeff if you don't believe me. Or ask Daisy!"
At the mention of her sister, at the implication that he had enjoyed sexual relations with her, Sharon froze, her eyes flashing, her lips quivering, her outrage temporarily paralyz-ing her. Todd took advantage of this momentary weakness by reaching with one had to fondle the full swells of her lush breasts through the halter top and he felt a surge of newly incited desire rippled through his loins as her rosy nipples buds hardened beneath his expert fondling. He felt, too, Sharon's body shuddering with aroused desire as he carefully continued to massage the ripe twin mounds, first one and then the other. The young woman uttered a weak cry of protest, but she was still too awed by his obscene suggestion to gather her energy and to push him away. Besides, the trembling quivers of excited lust were beginning to crash through her loins now and she could feel the first moist seepage in her palpitating cunt.
"You're a real tiger, aren't you, Mrs. Werner?" he asked, his lips now pressing warmly and moistly against the side and back of her long neck, traveling slowly down towards the lush fullness of her voluptuous breasts.
It was when his eagerly searching hand reached down inside her brief halter top to caress the warmly soft, cushiony skin of her full, firmly curved breasts that a sudden shudder of guilt swept through her and she wrenched violently away from his wicked grasp. Her breath came in panting, machine-gun like bursts and her entire body quivered with a mixture of anger and aroused passion.
"Get out of here," she hissed. "Go on! Get out! Get out of my house right now, you bastard!" She fell away from him and sank down into the chair, covering her face with her hands and the tears of humiliation and anger flowed in torrents down her crimson-flushed cheeks. "Get out! Damn you, leave me alone!"
"Ok, Mrs. Werner," Todd replied without malice, without regret and without apology. "I know when I've outworn my welcome." He backed away from her now, his gaze still fixed on the sweeping curves of her sensuously quivering body so scantily clad. "But remember - you asked for it. Going around half-naked like that. You asked for it - and one of these days you'll ask for it again. I'll be back, Mrs. Werner!"
A short time later the teary-eyed young woman heard the front door slam closed and she looked up to verify that he had gone. She clasped her arms tightly to her chest, her head downcast, her bleary eyes finally focusing on her excited, enticing pubic mound so clearly outlined and almost visibly throbbing beneath her tightly hugging shorts. Perhaps he was right. Not that he had any real excuse, but perhaps her outfit, was a little too revealing. Yes, perhaps it was a bit too suggestive, she mused, studying the curve of her sensuous hips pressed firmly against the soft cotton fabric and the creamy-white skin of her thighs where they emerged from the material of her shorts. Still, she thought, there were limits and he had certainly transgressed the unwritten and unspoken standards of decent moral conduct!
No, she had nothing too serious to reproach herself about. Perhaps the boy had been provoked a little, but that was certainly no excuse for him to try to . . . rape ... his own friend's sister-in-law right in her very own house! She uttered a loud sight of relief as she heard the loud motor of his motorcycle roar into life, then the screeching of his tires as he whirled out of her driveway.
Yes, he was gone. But that was a close call. Her own sensuously alive body had nearly betrayed her . . . she would have to be a lot more careful from now on!
Chapter Two
Sharon Werner had carefully set the supper table with her good china and silver, then took one last look around the house that she had meticulously cleaned that afternoon. Yes, she wanted everything to be absolutely perfect because this was going to be a very special evening. It would mark the beginning of her husband Don's week-long vacation which they would spend happily together with his brother Jeff and her sister Daisy, the newly-wed couple who had just arrived the week before from Pennsylvania. Supper was on the stove, smelling luscious, and Sharon was ready for a shower.
The beautiful and voluptuous young woman had already forgotten about the unpleasant episode with Todd Baxter by the time she undressed and stepped into the shower. Her eyes roamed now over her own nakedly curvaceous body and her soapy hands massaged first her nakedly glistening shoulders, then wandered down over her firmly rounded breasts. They were like large, lush melons and she was proud of them as they jutted out proudly from her wetly dripping chest, their rose-hued nipples taut and firm and staunchly erect. Yes, her body was a beautiful and enticing one, there was no doubt about that. It was no wonder, really, that the Baxter boy had been so aroused by it that his sexually excited young penis had nearly burst through his nylon bathing trunks!
Then her hands traveled with slippery ease down along the flatness of her belly and around her slenderly indented waist, then down along the sweeping flare of her handsome hips. She massaged her soft, silken skin gently and at last her hand reached the tantalizing "vee" between her thighs where her long fingers became lost in the thinly growing curls of her auburn pussy fur. Her hand slipped gently then in between the warmly wet flesh of her thighs to gently caress and wash her pinkly glistening pussy and she felt distinct waves of lust-heated arousal as her hand continued to massage and caress the soft folds of her secret pleasure place down between her thighs.
Yes, she was proud of her alluring good looks, and rightfully so. Hadn't young Todd Baxter been recklessly excited just by the sight of her scantily clad loveliness? And, besides, if it hadn't been for her sensuously curved figure, she might not have gotten her husband, Don, either! Yes, there had always been plenty of boys all through high school who were wildly aroused by the sleek curves and sweeping lines of her voluptuous figure, and all through college as well. But she had never been the kind of girl who takes unfair advantage of her own alluring beauty, her own physical attributes. Sometimes it had been a curse when boys had wanted her merely because of her striking good looks, but Don had always been different.
She had met him when she was in college and he was in the midst of his graduate studies. Her roommate had been dating a boy whose parents owned a large sailboat and she had been invited to go sailing one weekend. Don was among the young men who had paid a lot of attention to her that day . . . and now she recalled with startling clarity the warmth of their first embrace, the sublime passion of their first kiss when his hotly probing tongue had penetrated into the farthest depths of her warmly accepting mouth and his hands brushed tentatively against the swelling mounds of her sensitive breasts. It had been unusual for her to give in so easily to a man . . . but then, she had always sensed that Don was different, that somehow almost everything was all right with him.
Of course, the other boys that afternoon hadn't given up very easily. But they all seemed so conceited and immature next to the handsome muscularity and mature good-looks of Don Werner. She dated Don off and on for the rest of that spring and summer and slowly she had learned to love and trust him implicitly. She admired his intelligence, his quick sense of humor and his appealing, boyish charm, much like the charm that Jeff was beginning to develop now. Yes, Don was all she could have asked for, and more, so that by the winter months they were seeing each other to the exclusion of everyone else and by that Easter they had become engaged.
She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, of course, but she would let him reach under her sweater to massage the lushly ripe spheres of her cushiony breasts while they were alone at her sorority house or in his car. Once, the summer following just before they were married, they had gone sailing again with their friends and had found themselves alone at the stern of the boat in the golden light of dusk. They had consumed quite a bit of wine that afternoon, too much in fact, and while they lay on the open teak-wood deck, he had run his hand over the smooth flatness of her young belly, touching hintingly at her slim bikini bra.
She recalled that moment with pleasure now - it had been one of the most exciting moments of her young life. She had never felt so aroused, so sexually excited before and she didn't protest when his gentle fingers slipped beneath the bra and then unsnapped it, exposing the two succulent mounds of her breasts to the dim dusky light of the fading day. Sharon had quivered with a strange new lust as his fingers teased slowly around one nipple and then the other, squeezing and kneading softly until both stood out in rigid hardness. Warm, tingling shivers of salacious pleasure rippled through her gently quivering young breasts and spread down to the unexplored regions of her virginal loins when he lowered his head to the full warm white flesh and began to suck teasingly at the firmly erect nipples.
Her conscience wanted him to stop, but her body didn't. Torn between these two conflicting emotions, the young woman remained still for several long moments before her mind and her moralistic upbringing won out. "Please . . . don't . . . Don . . . please!"
But Don had paid no attention to her pleading as he felt the sincere responsiveness of her tremulous young body. His other hand now slid down across her heaving rib cage until it rested on the narrow elastic waistband of her bikini bottoms. Slowly, his probing fingers insinuated into the tightly clasping band and stretched down until they reached their desired destination in the thin forest of darkly curling pubic hair that covered her tempting pussy. An electric spark shot through her loins as she squirmed salaciously beneath him, her thighs clenching tightly around his ever-probing fingers.
"Oh, please, Don! We can't! We mustn't! Oh, please! Don!" she pleaded, unsure of whether she did indeed want him to stop!
Again he paid no attention and through her tightly closed eyes, she heard the sound of his bathing trunks being pulled down over his legs with a loud "swoosh" sound and then she felt a strange, blunt pressure against her naked thigh. His penis! Yes, it was indeed his penis, she realized as her eyes flew open to see the large manly organ that now wanted entrance into her virgin little vagina! Suddenly she wanted desperately to pull away - they had gone too far, much too far, this time.
But Sharon didn't pull away. Instead she felt a new surge of passion storm through her tiny cunt as his searching fingers slid into the soft folds of her ripely trembling pussy flesh and her hips uncontrollably lifted up to meet the new tentative probing of his outstretched middle finger.
Now Don was sure that she was giving in to him, to the desire that he knew was sweeping through her lush young body as wildly as it was sweeping through his. He moved her hand now so that it touched his long hardness and his own fingers wrapped hers around it. A new shock of intense desire crashed through him as her fingers clenched warmly at his heavily pulsing prick and he heard her gasp through his own groaning. Instinctively, almost without thinking, the young woman began to gently massage at the heatedly throbbing pole of flesh and now she felt his hands pulling down her soft bikini panties over her undulating hips and she made no effort to stop him.
Incredible waves of newly discovered pleasure cascaded all over her body as his finger worked tantalizingly in and out of her rapidly dilating cunt, stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen until she was afraid it would burst on the spot. But there was nothing she could do about it, nothing by this time that she wanted to do about it! This new and chilling sensation slamming through her loins was too wildly ecstatic, too sublimely sensational to resist. With each gentle stroke of her trembling fingers she could feel Don's elongated young cock growing harder and harder and with it her own pleasure grew more and more intense, more and more irresistible!
Suddenly she felt the hot blunt pressure against the softly flexing mouth of her nakedly exposed cunt and suddenly a panic seized her as she squeezed her luscious thighs together to stop the invasion of his hard long organ. He had, of course, struggled against her, struggled with a heroic effort to insinuate his pulsing hot prick into her tightly resisting vagina, but her thighs gripped the wildly straining rod tightly although the hotly throbbing crown of his spear rested precariously close to her hotly palpitating pussy lips. She squeezed her thighs harder and harder and then suddenly she felt the heatedly pulsating prick begin its crazed orgasmic jerking.
She heard Don gasp and groan as his hot thick white liquid spurted out in full force until her entire openly throbbing vagina and thinly curling pubic hairs were saturated with his warmly flowing cum. It flowed against her creamy thighs and rivuleted down between her legs as the full spewing fury of it was unleashed upon her nakedly trembling body.
Don hadn't been too angry. Quite the contrary. His apologies came in a steady stream for the rest of that evening and the following day, saying that he was sorry to have gotten so carried away with his passions and it must have been the volume of wine they had consumed that had caused- him to act in such a selfish and forbidden manner. Sharon had been both flattered and pleased and had decided to be especially warm and extra passionate on their triumphant wedding night when at last Don would plunge his long hot hardness into the warmly willing confines of her womanly womb.
But now all of that was over. She and Don had been married for three years. And lately he hadn't been as sexually aggressive as he had been in those days. No, all of his energy and a great deal of his time now seemed to be devoted to his job, to the pressing demands of his thriving career as a salesman for a large electronics firm. Yes, she felt that there was something vaguely wrong now with their relationship, but she didn't know quite what to do about it or how to put it right. But tonight, yes tongiht she would wear an especially provocative nightgown, the one that had never failed to turn him on before. Tonight would be the beginning of his vacation and, hopefully, his mind would be on something other than business! She would see to that!
As Sharon stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself dry, she heard the front door slam. Quickly, she glanced at her bedside clock through the open bathroom door - no, it was too ealry to be Don. And it couldn't be that Todd Baxter! He wouldn't dare come back now! No, it had to be either Daisy or Jeff coming back from the beach.
The young wife slipped on her terrycloth robe and went out into the living room where she could see her eighteen year old brother-in-law taking a six-pack of beer from the refrigerator.
She studied his naked chest, arms and back, the muscular contours of his long legs and reflected that he looked so much like his older brother Don both in face and in body. They both had the blonde, cherubic, Robert Redford good looks that appealed to every female within a radius of a hundred miles and the lean, athletic build that was likewise a powerful magnet to the opposite sex. Jeff's cream colored bathing suit was a perfect accent to the deep bronze tan of his broad chest and strongly built legs and the ripples of his abdominal muscles strained against the covering of hairy skin. Her eyes inadvertently wandered to the distinctive bulge of his manhood and she watched it almost as if in a trance as he turned from the refrigerator and faced her direction.
God! What's happening to me! Why can't I take my eyes off of him! I'll have to learn to control myself better than this! This boy is my own brother-in-law, after all!
"Hi, Sharon," he called cheerfully. "I just came back for more beer."
"So I see," she replied, walking into the kitchen, picking up a package of cigarettes and offering him one before she lit up.
"Hey, we're sure having a good time down at that beach. What is it called - Tyler's Cove? Why don't you come on down with us for a while?"
Tyler's Cove! Why that was . . . the nude beach! Of course, not everyone was naked there, but it was a nude beach and many of the bathers there, she had heard, didn't bother with bathing suits! Could Jeff and Daisy . . . no! No, they wouldn't . . . would they?
"Tyler's Cove? Uh ... no, I don't think so, thanks," Sharon stammered, unwilling to censure the boy but unwilling, at the same time, to agree to go to that beach herself. Anxious to change the subject, immediately, the young woman said hastily, "Your friend Todd Baxter stopped by a while ago. He ... he said he'll be back . . . later."
"Todd! Todd actually made it out to California! Hey, that's sensational! He said he was going to come, but you never know what he'll do!" the boy exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Well, he was here all right," Sharon said perhaps a little too coldly.
"Say, is something wrong?" the boy asked, , sensing his sister-in-law's uneasiness.
"Wrong? No, what could be wrong? I don't know what you mean," she replied a little too feverishly.
"Well, it's just that ..." Jeff stammered, searching for the right words. "It's just that Todd ... he gets a little carried away some-times. He isn't always too . . . tactful."
"I should say he isn't!" Sharon exclaimed.
Jeff popped open one of the beer cans and took a long, hearty swallow from it before gently asking, "Did he . . . did Todd ... get a little out of line with you, Sharon?"
"Yes," she replied meekly, embarrassed to confess to her own brother-in-law that one of his friends had attempted to seduce her. She would never tell Jeff, of course, how close she had come to succumbing! "Yes, he did," she continued more forcefully. "He was . . . well . . . very crude, to say the least."
Good old Todd!" Jeff laughed. "You'd never know what a fine, well-established family he conies from the way he acts sometimes! But he's a good guy, really, once you get to know him. One thing he always is, sometimes to a fault, is honest and that's a refreshing change these days."
Sharon began to feel uncomfortable now because she sensed the same glimmer of excited lust in Jeff's eyes that she had seen in Todd's eyes earlier. She couldn't help noticing how his gaze, during the past several minutes, had traveled from the full ample thrust of her fully ripe breasts beneath the terry robe down to her thighs as they emerged creamy and smooth below the short garment. It was a lewd and lustful appraisal and made her heart begin to pound anxiously in her chest, causing her moon-like breasts to quiver and tremble. And now, watching him there with the can of beer clutched tightly in his hand, his almost naked body clad only in that cream colored bathing suit . . . she couldn't help but feel the same passionate fascination and tantalizing arousal of sexual desire that she felt every time she feasted her eyes on her own husband, Don. They were the same feelings that had smouldered just below the surface this morning with that crude and cruel Todd Baxter and now once again she tried to fight those feelings because she knew how wicked and sinful such desires were when directed to her own eighteen year old brother-in-law!
Anxious to change the subject and to remove herself from what she felt was the defensive, the young woman looked Jeff straight in the eye and said with as much bitterness as she could muster, "Listen, Jeff, that boy Todd told me about some pretty upsetting things. Things that I wouldn't like Don to find out about!"
"Oh yeah? Like what?" he questioned, his eyes darting suspicious glances at her.
"Like . . . wild parties . . . orgies al-most . . . and marijuana," Sharon replied, her fingers nervously clasping and unclasping as she spoke. She didn't want to actually reprimand Jeff. After all, he was eighteen years old and a married man at that! But still, Todd's confession had caused her deep concern.
"Oh Christ," Jeff grunted as if Todd's accusations were more annoying than seriously troubling. "He doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, that kid."
"Look Jeff," Sharon interrupted, "I don't mean to . . . well, mother you, your under six-pack of beer. . . she is my sister so naturally I am concerned about her. I mean, drinking beer is one thing. But group sex . . . and marijuana . . . they are very serious matters!"
Jeff drained the can of beer in one long gulp and tossed it into the waste basket at the side of the sink. "Look," he said, his eyes flashing with growing anger, We are a lot different nowadays than you or Don were at eighteen. Our experience is different, our attitudes are different, our life-styles are different."
"Well, if you think that excuses - " Sharon began but was interrupted by Jeff's booming voice.
"I'm not making excuses. I'm just trying to explain. We are a different generation!"
"Listen Jeff," his sister-in-law replied, "I hardly think twenty-four years old is over-the-hill ! And I'm trying to understand, I really am!"
"Well, then, listen to me. Try to realize that we were brought up a little bit differently than you and Don. We are . . . well ... a little freer in our thinking, I guess. We don't have all the rigid inhibitions that you have."
Beneath the surface of their argument, Sharon could sense a distinct tension, an explosive force in the way her own brother-in-law was challenging her virtues and her morals. She didn't really know what exactly to say, how to refute his protestations. She felt instinctively that he was wrong . . . and yet the force of her convictions was weakening with each passing moment.
"Listen, Sharon, I think it's unfair of you to judge us by your own standards. After all, we're entitled to set our own for ourselves, aren't we?" he pleaded, his anger dissipating now into simple sincere conviction. "You've got to try to understand our attitudes from our point of view."
With that Jeff stepped towards her and put his arm gently-around her shoulder. Suddenly, she had the powerful urge to hug him, to hold him tight in a warm embrace, to hold him close in her arms against the fullness of her breasts.
"But . . . but what about . . . those parties," she stammered, turning her blazing blue eyes towards his face.
Jeff spun around, his thick thatch of blond hair falling over his eyes and he reached up with one hand to brush it away. He seized the six-pack of beer and started to stomp out of the house, but changed his mind mid-way across the living room and turned back, his eyes burning with anger and his face flushed to a deep crimson.
"God damn, Sharon, I'm a big boy now, you know. And Daisy is a big girl!" he screamed, smashing his fist down on the table in front of his sister-in-law.
"Yes, you are physically mature, I'll agree," Sharon replied, her eyes red-rimmed with tears, her face half-hidden by the palms of her hands that clutched her cheeks.
"Sharon, for God's sake, we have to live our own lives! Christ, it would probably do you a world of good to be as uninhibited and open as we are! Yeah, it would do you some good, I'm sure of it!"
The young woman cringed as she felt the truth of his words sting her very heart. Jeff had now pulled out a chair and sat down close to his sister-in-law, putting his arm once again gentlv around her shoulders. He knew that he was hurting her, that perhaps the truth of his angry accusation was more painful to her than he realized. He had never known her well and had gotten much closer to her during the past week that he and Daisy had been in California. But he could tell that she was an uptight, sometimes distraught, young woman who would not allow herself to obey her own natural, healthy instincts. Especially where sex was concerned, he guessed accurately.
Jeff slid his chair closer to Sharon and thrust his knee unintentionally against the smooth surface of her outer thigh. She could feel it push rhythmically against her warm flesh and she felt that he was growing excited and aroused, just as his friend had earlier. He began to breathe deeply as he spoke to her, almost in a whisper, hot against the side of her face.
"Look, Sharon, our parties aren't so terrible. We just drink a little and smoke a little . . . and then . . . well, whatever happens, happens!"
Sharon felt herself wondering if his penis was growing hard but she did not dare look for fear of encouraging him. And she didn't want to draw her leg away from his because then it would be clear to him that she sensed his excitement.
"W-what do you mean?" she gasped.
"Well . . . sometimes we separate into different bedrooms . . . sometimes we just stay in the living room . . . doing things while we watch an erotic movie ..." his voice droned into her ear, catching Sharon's aroused imagination with its lilting rhythm. "Some-times . . . we kiss each other . . . down there ..."
"What?" .Sharon's voice reflected her shock and surprise. That was something she had never allowed Don to do to her, even though he had asked her many times.
"Sharon," he said gently, "I'm just trying to be honest with you, that's all." Now he drew a cigarette out of the pack and after giving another to Sharon and lighting them both, he continued in his low, seductive voice. "Yes, we kiss each other in exciting places . . . and once, I even had two chicks at once!"
Sharon Merely sat open-mouthed now, too shocked and frightened to reply. She felt herself swaying in the chair, her mind a blur of conflicting images and lewd, obscene pictures of her sister and brother-in-law in the throes of mad, passionate love in the midst of other teenagers likewise engaged. Oral lovemaking! Having a man actually kissing . . . and suck-ing . . . down between your legs! And then taking his thickly impassioned cock in your mouth! No, no! Oh God, Don had asked her to do that so many times and even though she knew there was nothing really wrong with it, she had steadfastly refused to do so. And now Jeff was telling her that he did that . . . that Daisy did, too . . . that he had actually made love to two different girls at once!
"How could you . . . how could Daisy," she stammered.
"We enjoyed it, that's all," he said. "You can't really imagine what it's like, Sharon, having two girls making love to you at the same time! God, it's just fantastic, really it is!"
Almost in spite of herself, Sharon could feel the warm, tingling sensations of arousal hovering at the tips of her hugely rounded breasts and at the moist warm folds of her naked pink pussy under the short robe as the images her brother-in-law was describing seeped through her tortured brain. For the second time that day she was beginning to feel as though her body was betraying her better instincts, that her own lust-incited arousal was growing by leaps' and bounds beyond her conscious control. Her mind had been teased and titillated by his constant barrage of erotic images and she felt her vaginal area begin to moisten warmly against her will.
"Sharon, you really ought to let your hair down, you know. Hang loose for a change! Let your own desires guide you to the erotic fulfillment you deserve!" Jeff urged, watching his sister-in-law's large, upswinging breasts heaving rhythmically in her steadily mounting, passion-driven arousal.
"Let your hair down! Enjoy your own body for a change," he crooned into her ear, dropping his hand from around her shoulder to the tip of her breast hidden beneath the terry cloth robe. She hardly noticed his hand, now, for the lewd images splashed against one another in her mind and the warmly seeping moisture between her thighs flowed beyond control. The fire-flashes of inflamed arousal burned through her luscious breasts and raced through her groin like a forest fire ravishing the countryside and the wildly reckless images of lewd and salacious love-making flickered like a lewd film through her tormented mind.
"No, Jeff, no," she screamed, jumping out of her chair. She stared now down at the still-seated figure of her virile young brother-in-law and saw that the erection beneath his bathing suit was threatening to split the flimsy material in two. Yes, he wants me! He wants me! And, God help me, I want him too!
I've never felt so close to him before, never felt so powerfully attracted to anyone except Don! Oh, what has come over me? Why can't I control myself! This boy is my own husband's brother - and he is married to my own sister! We can't . . . we mustn't . . . it would be so evil. . . so wicked . . . so horribly sinful! And yet . . . yet I want him so desperately! Want to feel his hard-driving penis plunging into my eagerly waiting womb! Oh no! I can't! I just can't help myself!
Jeff stood facing her now, an implicit challenge in his fixed stare. He had no qualms about taking this woman, about making lewd and passionate love to his brother's wife, to the woman who was his own wife's older sister. He wanted her and that was all there was to the question. One of these days . . . maybe not today . . . but one of these days he would have her! And she would come begging to him, too!
Jeff reached out to touch her shoulder and slowly, deliberately, he began to draw the robe back over her shoulder until it was nakedly exposed to him, until her softly smooth skin lay revealed to his gaze. He slowly, tantalizingly, bent his head to let his lust-moistened lips rest on that warm alabaster skin and he felt a shiver of excited passion ripple through her body as his lips gently kissed the succulent skin. His head was moving down towards the tempting globes of her bountiful breasts . . . when suddenly he heard the front door slam closed and he quickly jerked his head up and covered her shoulder with the robe in one swift gesture.
"Well, hello you two," Don said as he flung his briefcase down on the table by the door.
Chapter Three
"Hi, Don," Jeff greeted his brother while Sharon Merely stood open-mouthed and still suffering the after-shocks of the close call she had just narrowly escaped with Don's younger brother! Her tormented mind still reeled with the lewd love-making images that Jeff had so artfully conjured up and the lust-excited young woman knew that tonight she must make love to her husband! Yes, tonight she simply had to be satisfied for once and for all, after having been aroused so treacherously twice in the space of one single day!
"I just came back for more beer," Jeff explained as he slapped his older brother on the shoulder on his way out the front door with the six-pack. "We'll be back in time for supper! See you later!" And then Jeff was gone, leaving Sharon still trembling, still rocking from the subconscious realization that her tremulous breasts and quivering thighs had not yet tasted life to its fullest. Such thoughts had been wickedly provoked by the tales her brother-in-law had just told her, tales of wild youthful abandon and lust-satisfying pleasure. Ah, but she loved Don! Yes, she loved him deeply . . . yet, still, something was missing. Some intangible something that she could not define had slowly slipped out of their marriage when she wasn't looking. He had become so terribly absorbed in his work that the intimacy they shared during their first years of marriage had imperceptibly disappeared and she realized now that she no longer felt as close to him as she once had.
But I can begin to remedy that tonight!
Sharon pulled herself out of the chair and went to the small bar to fix Don's habitual Martini, then went into the bedroom to change into something more alluring, a low-cut dress that was frankly seductive, that she hoped would put Don in the right mood for later on! Yes, she thought, studying her fine mature form in the mirror, if any woman looked provocative and sexy, she did tonight in the plunging neckline and short skirt of the softly flowing, peach-colored dress she had selected". She turned once, fluffing her long dark hair and admiring the sweeping curves of her voluptuous figure once more before turning to rejoin her husband in the living room.
Don, his curly blond hair falling enticingly over his forehead, his skin well bronzed by the sun, his opal blue eyes like twin gems in his darkly handsome face, sat on the couch with his Martini in one hand and a thick, leather-bound report open in the other. His brows furrowed in anxious concern and he was mumbling to himself. Sharon slipped quietly onto the couch beside him after pouring herself a glass full of the refreshing drink.
"What's up," she asked, reaching ner arm behind his broad body.
"I'm afraid," he sighed deeply, "that my vacation has been cancelled."
"What?" Sharon tried to control the extreme disappointment in her voice.
"I have to go up to San Francisco early Monday morning," he said. "A big deal has just come up and the boss wants me to handle it."
"Oh, Don," Sharon cried, toying gently with the long blond hair that fell over his collar. "Oh, no! How . . . how long will you be gone?"
"Probably about a week."
"Oh Don! This was going to be our first real vacation together! And Jeff and Daisy!" she exclaimed sulkily.
Don merelv shrugged his large shoulders. "I know. I know, Sharon, but I can't help it. This will be quite a feather in my cap if I can pull it off. It really is very important to my career, you know. I . . . well . . . I'm sure Jeff and Daisy will understand," he concluded, getting up from the couch to pour himself another drink.
Sharon could feel his coolness, his preoccupation with business that was coming between them once again as it had so often before. His mind was still at the office even if his body was at home and she smarted from the pain of his almost rude refusal to let her get close to him. She was tempted to slam out of the room since she obviously wasn't wanted, but she knew that would be childish and that if she wanted to regain the intimacy they had lost, it was up to her to at least make the first steps. Yes, she would just have to put up with his bad temper until he came out of it.
"Well, at least we've got the weekend together, haven't we," Sharon said, trying to fill her voice with a cheerfulness she didn't really feel.
Don swallowed his drink thoughtfully, standing by the bar, his eyes fixed on the iced, clear liquid. Sharon watched him and couldn't help but admire the muscular thickness of his arms and legs, the broad span of his chest and the solidness of his shoulders. Although he was a few years older than his wife, Don Werner still showed the vigor and trim, athletic build of a twenty year old, she thought, a strong pulse of desire beating through her loins. She was reminded almost against her will of the trim, lean young build of Jeff Werner and she realized now that if she did have some forbidden desire for her young brother-in-law, it was certainly due to the fact that he reminded her so strongly of her handsome young husband.
Don was murmuring to himself now by the bar and Sharon got up to walk over to him. She put her arm around his muscular shoulders and pulled his jacket off, then reached up to loosen his tie, staring with warm, loving eyes at his troubled face. "Why don't we go sit outside for a while? It's so lovely out by the pool," she suggested, not trying to cover up the provocative desire she felt for him at that moment. "Let's relax for a while before dinner, shall we?"
"Sure. Ok," he said slowly but with an almost angry flare in his eyes, as if he resented the intrusion into his private thoughts.
They sat outside for over an hour before Jeff and Daisy returned, but Don was still in a sulky, downcast mood even through the elaborate and expensive supper Sharon had taken such pains to prepare. Even Jeff's brotherly teasing could not dispell the murky cloud that hung over Don's head all through the meal and after supper he had secluded himself in his den with a ream of papers which he claimed he had to study before Monday.
Sharon was beside herself with a steadily growing anger. Didn't he see - couldn't he tell that she wanted him, needed him tonight? Couldn't he see that she just had to be close to him, to feel the warmth of his naked flesh against her own, feel the turgidly thick hardness of his manly cock plunging deep into the heated moistness of her vagina? No ... he didn't see. Plainly he was oblivious to her craving desire, his head off somewhere among sales figures and gross receipts and net profits.
When at last he came into the bedroom, Sharon was just emerging from the bathroom in an extremely sexy, see-through sheer nightgown which he noticed at once. He then undressed slowly, his eyes constantly flickering to the provocative figure of his peekaboo clad wife and she watched with the same fascination she always felt at the sight of him pulling off his slacks, setting them neatly on the hanger, then unbuttoning his shirt and finally lifting his undershirt up over his hairy chest and arms. At last he slowly drew his undershorts down over his muscle-bound thighs revealing the boyish curve of his tight buttocks and she didn't wonder then that she felt so strong a desire for him.
When he turned to her at last, Sharon knew that at last he desired her, at last she had kindled i the spark of sexual passion in him and that now she would enjoy the full satisfaction of her own desires that had been cruelly aroused twice that ; very day. In two steps he crossed to her and picked her up in his arms without saying a word, simply clamping his hotly eager mouth down onto hers, engulfing her sweet-smelling body in his powerful young arms. His warm, moist I tongue coiled and uncoiled sinuously into her mouth like a hungry snake and Sharon sent her own tongue out to entwine with his as she snuggled her body in close to his and felt the jutting shaft of his erectly throbbing penis mashed between them. It felt so huge and hot against her naked stomach . . . and she wanton-ly ground her hips against it, feeling it jerk expandingly in the fleshy trap between their aroused young bodies.
In one swift motion Don had lifted her gown off over her head so that her nakedly creamy flesh was exposed to his lustful gaze.
Don's hands went roaming down her tapering back, sliding along the svelte smooth-ness downward, until his strong fingers reached the mounding fullness of her buttocks which he kneaded relentlessly, digging in hard so that the pliant flesh rippled in ridges between his fingers. Yes, he loves me and wants me as badly as I want him! Oh, thank God! Thank God! Oh, I'm so ready for him tonight!
Her husband walked her back to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Holding himself on strong arms above her, he grinned down with lust blazing in his eyes and said, "Okay, Sharon, you've been asking for it all night - and now you're going to get it!"
Through startled eyes she looked up at him. Was that cruelty she had detected in his voice? Was that anger instead of passion? What did he mean by that? Suddenly the romantic spell for Sharon was irreparably broken as she muttered, "Oh, Don . . . what . . . ?"
"You know what," he growled, grasping her knees and levering them apart. As he swiftly knelt between them, Sharon looked down the length of her nakedly quivering body to see his mouth only inches above her darkly curling pubic mound.
His strong hands held her legs splayed wide apart as, with lewd lust blazing in his eyes, he gazed down at the softly palpitating folds of her pinkly glistening cuntal flesh.
Suddenly, Sharon realized what Don had in mind. He's . . . going to ... he wants to . . . lick me down there! Images flashed into her fevered mind of the stories Jeff had told her earlier . . . and she,recalled vividly how he had urged her to let her body enjoy sex to the fullest . . . but could she really bring herself to do that now?
"Don ... I ... oh God, don't do that to me!" she screamed suddenly, her puritanical upbringing winning out over her own lust.
But his mouth descended anyway, his tongue lashing out to make electrifying contact with the sensitive little tit of her throbbing erect clitoris.
Sharon jumped as though a high voltage shock had passed through her body, which indeed it had! Instantly, although highly excited, she recoiled and tried to wrench herself free of his hungry grasp. Her thighs slammed desperately together and Don was forced to remove his face from between the sweet-smelling area where his tongue had just begun its erotically stimulating work in the warmly moist folds of her vagina.
"I'll be damned," he cried. "What in hell did you do that for? First you're begging for it, then you're begging me to stop!"
"I-I . . . told you before ... I just . . . don't want you to . . . do . . . that," she stammered, wishing she could bring herself to allow him to lick her cunt, fighting desperately against her own inhibitions.
"Christ, woman, you don't know what you want," her young husband growled. "All I'm trying to do is get you nice and hot, like you've been practically asking me to do all night long with your seductive stares and your hands all over me!"
"Don . . . please . . . I . . . I," Sharon muttered, her own emotions still conflicting violently within her.
"God damn it! You're nothing . . . but a fucking iceberg that needs to be thawed out," he spat out, his face now flushed with wild anger.
The words hit his young wife like thunder and lightning, shaking her mind and jolting through her nakedly aroused body. He was actually accusing her of being frigid! And only this afternoon she had twice - not once but twice - felt her own heated desires nearly getting the best of her conscience! Yes, she had nearly succumbed to her own rampant desires first with a complete stranger, a friend of Jeff's, and then with Jeff himself! And now, now he had the utter nerve to accuse her of being frigid!
"How can you . . . say . . . such a thing?" Sharon wailed.
"Because it's true. It's the absolute truth. You . . . won't let me do anything . . . about it ... to really get you hot ..."
"Oh Don," the abject young wife cried, hiding her face in the pillow.
"So," he continued angrily, "if you won't let me do that . . . and I know you won't suck my cock either . . . then I'll just have to fuck you . . . like I always have . . . before!"
Crawling up along her side on the bed, her husband reached out and dragged her to the center of the bed brutally, forcing her body backward into a supine position, then forcing her lovely, trembling thighs apart he levered himself down between them. Then he reached down and grasped the shimmering shaft of his desire-hardened cock and guided it directly to the quivering rose-hued lips of her now unwillingly clenched vagina.
Sharon lay still beneath him, still shocked by his words and his anger. No, tonight wasn't going to be that special, intimate night after all. Tonight would simply be like so many other frustrating nights for the unhappy young wife.
She would just have to lie there and just let him fuck her. He was right - she had asked for it and now she was going to get it! It was like a recurring nightmare. She knew the script of it from memory and she moaned in her helplessness, unable to escape from the lust-impaling episode which would inevitably follow.
Don, now abandoning any idea of mutual satisfaction, lined his aching cock up with the soft, curl-lined mouth of her pulsing cunt and rammed it into her savagely, feeling it slide deep into her warmly soft vaginal sheath until his pubic bone slapped into hers and his cum-laden balls slapped hard down against the smooth, satiny skin of her naked buttocks.
"Oooooh! Donnnn!" his young wife moaned.
She was thankful for one thing: her passage had been amply lubricated by the juices of her own desire and as she felt the invasion of her husband's rock-hard cock of man-flesh slip easily into her, she knew that she wouldn't feel that horrid soreness that came with the same sort of assault when her vaginal passage was completely unready. God, she hated to remember how many times that had happened during their three years of marriage and how often it had happened lately.
With his eyes glazed over lustfully, uncaring about his wife's now dimmed enthusiasm, Don just began to fuck in and out of her tightly clinging cuntal canal, using long, thrusting hard strokes that ranged far into the softness of her belly.
Sharon could feel the huge warmth of his pile-driving cock as he stuffed it mercilessly up into her cringing, helplessly clasping vagina . . . could feel it sliding in and out, in and out . . . but that was all she felt. Her sexual desire had disappeared instantly with his harsh and cruel words and all sensation, it seemed to her, had likewise vanished. There was nothing, nothing at all in this for her . . . and she lay under him, almost hating him while at the same time she knew she loved him and wished fervently that they could for once enjoy a mutually satisfying sexual experience together.
It was agonizing for her to lie there, her legs spread widely apart, while he selfishly fucked his demanding cock deep into her tenderly clenching vagina, caring only about his own satisfaction. Her body might as well have been an inanimate lump of coal for all he cared!
Don, of course, wasn't getting an over-whelming amount of satisfaction out of it, either. His mind suddenly flashed on the warmly provocative body of Daisy, Sharon's younger sister, who held not only the promise of youth but of wildly blazing sexual passion as well. Now there was a woman he would like to get his cock into! There was a woman who would not prevent him from voraciously licking her cunt! Yes, Daisy, from what Jeff had told him, was one amazingly hungry female who would stop at nothing to achieve her own sexual satisfaction and to give the ultimate erotic orgasm to her partner!
With animal-like energy he slammed into his young wife, the images of her sister swirling around through his brain while he stroked vigorously, wanting only to cum . . . and then he felt the burning acid of beginning ejaculation in the root of his pulsing, aching cock. Oh why oh why does it have to be this way? Why won't she let me do anything else to arouse her? Jesus how I wish . . .
But the time for wishing was long since past. Suddenly, in a spewing rush, he came, his expanding penis pumping his white, hot cum through the length of his heavily jerking cock with a body-satisfying release. When it was all over, he groaned and collapsed on top of her, clutching her naked body close as he enjoyed the sensations concentrated in the still lurching pole of his manhood.
Sharon, of course, didn't cum. And Don didn't care at that point whether she did or not. Within minutes he slid into a much-needed sleep while Sharon cried into the pillow beside him.
Sharon had tossed and turned in bed for several hours when she decided to go into the kitchen for a glass of warm milk. It was past one o'clock and she didn't even feel drowsy. But instead of going to the kitchen she went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a refreshing vodka-tonic, then lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply as she sat on the living room couch, wondering why she hadn't been able to bring herself to let Don lick her down there between her thighs when she knew that yes, she had really wanted him to do that! What had stopped her?
Had the same inhibitions acted on her that afternoon with Todd and Jeff? Was there really something dreadfully wrong with her? Was Don right . . . was she . . . frigid?
It was while she was thus contemplating her own thwarted desires that strange, muted sounds began to seep into the room from the guest bedroom where Jeff and Daisy slept. She cocked her ear and listened intently, wondering what they could be doing in there . . . knowing, in fact, exactly what they were doing. Then, unable to hold herself back, she quietly, on tiptoe, slipped across to the door which was slightly ajar and that's when she heard her sister's lust-impassioned voice clearly.
"Yes, lover! Oh, yes, Jeff! You have such a beautiful cock! And I want to suck it! Suck it until it cums in my mouth! Oh, let me have your cock in my mouth, oh please!"
Sharon fell back against the wall, her breath catching in her throat which suddenly felt dry. Her hands began to tremble and she quickly put the drink down on a nearby table. Then Jeff's aching voice invaded her ears.
"Oh, it feels so good between your hot little lips, darling! Oh yes, suck it! Yes, yes, that feels so . . . wonderful," he groaned and Sharon heard the sheet rustling as their bodies writhed sensuously around on the bed. The young wife swallowed hard and she wanted to turn and run away. But she couldn't. It was as if her feet were glued to that spot and she inched slowly back so that she could see through the crack between the door and its frame. A beam of moonlight caught the two lewdly undulating figures on the bed, Jeff's rigidly throbbing cock glistening with the warm moist saliva from Daisy's mouth as his enormously thick pole of flesh slid easily in and out between her lusciously oval lips. She was kneeling there, her long blonde hair falling over his balls and stomach and both of them were groaning piteously as their pagan ritual continued in its unrestrained eroticism.
Suddenly, Daisy lifted her head and smiled down at the turgidly throbbing cock, running her little pink tongue hungrily over her lips. "Now it's your turn, Jeff," she crooned, laying i back and spreading her legs wide and arching her pelvis upward so that the full luscious crevice of her thinly hair-fringed cuntal flesh ; was exposed nakedly to her young husband's ; lust-glazed eyes. "It's all nice and warm and \ juicy for you, lover," she whispered, "so go f ahead. Lick my cunt, darling!"
Sharon couldn't believe her ears! She couldn't believe that such obscene words were coming from her innocent little sister! My God! How could she . . . beg him . . . to do that to her? The young wife was vividly reminded of her own refusal to let her husband lick her own vaginal area just an hour or two before . . . and now her own little sister . . . was actually asking for it It was incredible! Again she wanted to tear herself away and run back to her own' bedroom. But she stayed bolted to that spot in front of that door, wickedly peering in to see the full depths of their lust-crazed depravity. She was hypnotized by what she saw and by what she heard . . . and secretly excited! Yes, in the depths of her own cunt she could feel that unmistakable tingling, that chilling shiver of | arousal which she had known twice that day already!
She watched as her own younger sister rolled over onto her back and wantonly spread her milky white thighs wide apart in open and enticing invitation to the lewdly lashing tongue of her handsome young husband. He lowered his head then and buried his face up into the alluring "vee" between her lush, velvety thighs and Sharon could see his tongue glistening in the moonlight as it slowly snaked out of his mouth and licked teasingly, tantalizingly, at the erect pink sprout of her hotly pulsing clitoris. Sharon gazed in frantic and wild confusion as her own desire built into a crescendo of passion while she saw the ecstatic rapture on Daisy's face in response to the tongue-fucking of her feverishly excited young husband. His thumbs lay pressed against the softly pliant flesh of her creamy inner thighs and his fingers reached out to spread the moist, pinkly glistening flesh of her cuntal lips as his tongue slithered exotically in a and out of the lush, clinging walls of her vaginal passage.
Daisy's buttocks began a rhythmic undula-tion, gyrating ever more wildly in answer to Jeff's eagerly probing tongue. Soft moans of animalistic pleasure rushed from both thier throats as he continued his tongue-fucking of the willingly spread vagina up between her softly quivering thighs.
Suddenly, they stopped. Jeff lifted his head. Daisy lifted hers and smiled provocatively down at her handsome young husband.
"You want to fuck me with your cock now, don't you? Well, lover boy, go right ahead. This hot little cunt of mine was made for fucking, after all!" she laughed.
Sharon watched as the boy rolled on top of her, as he poised his still saliva-moistened, rigidly throbbing cock just outside the lust-moistened entranceway to her erotically pulsing young vaginal lips. "Oh, your cock is so wonderful and so thick and I want it inside me right now," Daisy crooned softly as the thick, turgid head of his organ prodded softly against her wide-splayed cuntal lips. Then she spread ! her legs still wider to allow him the deepest penetration and he slid his hotly throbbing penis into the warm sheath of her unresisting vagina as if it lived there and was coming home after a long journey.
"Oh Daisy, baby! You're so wet and tight tonight," Jeff moaned as he began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her warmly clasping cunt.
Sharon leaned against the wall for support as she felt the warm juices flowing freely from . her own lust-excited cunt and she slid her hands: down to caress the rich fullness of her own quivering breasts, feeling the hotly throbbing nipples grow firm and erect beneath her. trembling hand. Her entire body tingled with abandoned excitement as her hands continued to massage at the alabaster flesh of her supple globes while she listened with rapt abandon to the undulating genitals slapping wetly together, I as she heard them groaning and sighing and i moaning while his heatedly palpitating cock; fucked rhythmically in and out of her tightly clenching vaginal cavern.
Sharon couldn't stand it any longer. Her hands worked greedily at her trembling breast while the other reached down to find the softly lubricating folds of her own highly aroused young cunt. She could feel her own lust-driven vaginal lips dilating and clinging to her gently probing finger as the cool night air rushed along her nakedly exposed cuntal crevice. Her middle finger now wormed feverishly into the hotly anxious confines of her clinging cuntal canal while the lewd moans and groans from the guest bedroom continued to incite her passion until she felt like she would burst at the seams.
Oh what am I doing? How can I be doing this wicked thing to myself! Yes, yes, I was a fool, an utter and complete fool not to let Don lick me like he wanted to! Yes, I should have let him do what his brother has done to my sister!
She could feel the sublime pressure of her own climax building with relentless fury inside her heatedly throbbing loins as her hand continued cupping and kneading at her helplessly quivering breasts while the other hand was sunk deep up inside her moistly clasping cuntal walls with one outstretched finger fucking in and out of the warmly clinging sheath as fast as it could.
It was just then that the wantonly aroused young wife heard the unmistakable wild cries of exploding passion, of ecstatic orgasmic release from the young writhing couple in the guest room. Through the crack in the door she saw their bodies lurching lewdly out of control and she could hear their wild wailing as their own desire crashed through their bodies like a : tornado and their loins thrashed and jerked against each other. The two of them were mere children, Sharon thought, with lust-contorted face, as she finger-fucked herself wildly and yet their orgasmic release was so universally human, so much a part of the human experience from the very beginning of time.
s "Oh, I'm cuuuummmmmming," she heard her younger sister cry, upturning her wildly bouncing buttocks as the boy's young cock jerked and spewed its scalding white-hot fluid within her teenage womb.
And then Sharon's own orgasm over-whelmed her, as if triggered by the dual orgasm i within the guest room. She lurched backwards, ; against the wall, her thinly covered breasts dancing on her chest, her finger still plunging in and out of her wildly dilating cunt, her passion flowing down to drench her pummeling finger with its sweet, wetly gushing warmth. Her face turned bright scarlet as she felt its blinding rush overtaking her whole body, which vibrated and thrashed against the wall beyond her own control. She could feel her cum streaming in hot rivulets down over her fingers and spilling out onto the creamy smooth flesh of her inner thighs. As the final throes of her climax inundated her lustfully quivering body, she could hear the warm moans of sexual afterglow coming from the guest bedroom, their last gasps of satisfied lust wafting off into the dark night.
Sharon stood by the doorway for a long while after it was all over, trying not to breathe too loudly since she didn't want Jeff and Daisy to hear her softly whimpering moans. Her buttocks still swayed gently and for long moments she was unable to bring herself to remove her finger, that imitation little cock, from her thoroughly satisfied cunt until the last dying throbs and thrills had vanished from her body.
The house was dark and silent now. except for the flickering breathing of the satisfied young couple in the guest room and Sharon Werner. Slowly, Sharon gathered her energy and stumbled back to her own bedroom where she climbed into bed next to the sleeping, snoring form of her husband, Don. Feelings of guilt and shame prevented her from sleeping right away, although her weary body begged for rest. Her mind reeled with the memory of how she had shamelessly listened to the passionate love-making of her younger sister and brother-in-law, of how she had then lewdly wormed her own finger into her own deeply inflamed cunt and shamelessly fingerfucked herself until at last she had achieved her own much-needed orgasm and she realized what an obscene but lust-satiating act she had performed upon herself.
But it's all Don's fault! If it hadn 't been for him, for his selfishness, then none of this would have happened! I'll show him! Just wait until Todd Baxter comes by again - I'll show them both what a hot little fuck I can really be:
Chapter Four
Saturday morning Don rose early, before Sharon had awakened, and went off to play golf, knowing that he would be gone most of the day and glad that he wouldn't have to face his wife right away after his admittedly angry performance of the night before. When he returned home, he found that his beautiful young wife had gone out shopping, permitting him again to avoid a confrontation with her. So he simply showered and crawled into bed to take a much-needed nap before supper.
When he awoke a couple of hours later, he stumbled into the kitchen to get a beer before settling down to read the evening paper. Yes, he thought as he opened the refrigerator door, he was glad he would be going away for a week. Relations with Sharon, he knew, would be strained from now on and he thought the brief separation would do them both some good, give them both a chance to think about what they had done and what they had said and what they really wanted from their marriage. As he popped open the can of beer and poured it into a glass, Don Werner realized that he really did love his wife and that he wanted things to work out between them,. . . but he wasn't quite sure how things could work out! If only he could convince her to relax a little in bed, to allow him to really turn her on so that she could enjoy the fully ripened fruits of her own juicy passions.
"Hi! Can I have a beer, too?" Daisy cheerful voice interrupted her brother-in-law's revery.
"Sure," Don answered, reaching into the refrgerator for another can of beer, when he turned around, the older man paused for a brief moment before putting the cold can in the seventeen year old girl's outstretched hand. He paused because suddenly he noticed the way her eyes were tracing the contours of his muscular body, clad only in a pair of pale blue bermuda shorts. There was a strange, sensuous look in her eyes as they studied the lines of his muscular thighs, the broad sweep of his strong, hair-covered chest, the rugged outline of his powerful shoulders. There was a distinct lack of inhibition in her face as she smiled, apparently delighted by what her eyes saw, and he felt as if she were appraising him, estimating his value, as one would appraise an animal at auction. It was odd . . . the way her eyes held a kind of secret invitation . . . the way her pink little tongue darted out to play along the lines of her full lips ... the way she posed there with one hip thrust forward towards him . . . odd, very odd indeed!
Don handed her the beer and began to move off into the living room where her voice stopped him. "Don, you know you're a really sexy looking man. I'll bet you had lots of girls before you married Sharon!"
"Well," Don answered, his handsome face flushing to reveal how deeply flattered he was by her estimation, "I guess so. I guess you might say that." Don smiled, recalling how his college classmates had always called him "super-stud" because his handsome face and ruggedly solid build had helped him to succeed with girls where others had failed. Yes, in fact, he had been quite a lover in those days . . .
His eyes now moved over his young sister-in-law the way hers had moved over him. Her creamy skin was bronze from the sun and her body was covered only with a brief, very revealing lavander bikini. He patted her affectionately on the softly curving moons of her tantalizingly buttocks and his eyes fell over the sweeping lines of her hour-glass figure, from the ripe swell of her voluptuous breasts down along the flatness of her young belly and still further down to where the delectable protuber-ance of her young pubic mound was hidden by her bikini although a few strands of her blonde pubic hair had managed to curl out teasingly from under the leg band along her inner thigh.
Her body exuded an almost intangible sensual allure, a provocative voluptuousness that was more the result of nature's favor than of conscious effort by the young seventeen year-old girl. He hummed cheerfully as his pale grey eyes played over the opulent curves of the young body so delectably posed before him, one hip thrust forward, one arm bent with the hand resting there on her enticingly flaring hip!
Don wondered how two sisters could be so[ different. Oh, Sharon had the build alright, the; luscious hills and valleys of a ripely mature' woman . . . and she could have the same! blatenet sex appealy that Daisy had ... if only; she would learn to accept and affirm her own-sexuality! But Daisy . . . Daisy was like one mass of of shimmering sexuality that would: sparkle through the darkest night! Daisy, he knew instinctively, would never stop a man from licking her cunt . . . would probably beg for it, in fact! And she would probably, too, suck his cock with a honey-sweet mouth until hej exploded his scalding cum deep into the back of her throat - and then beg for more! He felt the spongy flesh of her luxurious buttocks through the thin fabric of her bikini as he once again patted her playfully there . . . wondering . . . wondering if he dared ...
"You know, I really do like mature men," Daisy said with a husky voice, turning her tanned young face up towards her older brother-in-law. "I get tired . . . sometimes . . . of young boys!"
"Daisy, you're a married woman now. You shouldn't be talking like this, especially to me," Don reprimanded her, but without the true conviction of his words in his voice.
"Urn . . . perhaps I shouldn't. It's just that . . . well . . . ," she reflected, running her hand along his naked side and up around his shoulder, "I sort of sensed that you and Sharon are having some problems. And I thought I might be able to help."
"Problems?" Don responded a little too quickly. "No, no problems. Nothing that a short little . . . vacation . . . from each other won't cure, anyway."
Don began to feel very disarmed and uncomfortable now with his young sister-in-law who was still looking seductively up at him with her warm blue eyes, her hand tracing intricate patterns along the skin of his back and shoulder. Usually he was flattered when women admired him, when they brazenly flirted with him . . . and sometimes, if he was out of town, he even took them up on their bold invitations! But this young girl was a mere teenager . . . and his sister-in-law at that! And here he was, right in his own house when his wife might walk in at any moment! No, this situation was much too dangerous, even though the young man was sorely tempted . . . no, in any case, he couldn't seduce his own younger brother's wife! That would be almost incest, for God's sake! No, he would have to rebuff her in no uncertain terms!
"Well," he said cheerfully, "I'm going to settle down and read the paper. Why don't you go back to the beach with Jeff? I'm sure he's waiting for you!"
"I'm not so sure," she replied playfully. "I think he is being very well amused! But, if you insist, I'll go. After all, tomorrow is another day. And you and Sharon have promised to come to the beach with us - remember?"
"Oh, yes, I remember," Don answered, backing away from her into the living room and almost tripping over a low table in the process. "We promised and we'll be there. Meanwhile, have a good time today."
"Oh, I will. I promise you, I will," Daisy said suggestively and swished her firmly curved young asscheeks provocatively back at him as she walked through the back door.
Still dreamy-eyed from a good night's sleep, Sharon Werner crossed the floor of her gleaming white kitchen, her eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning light. She thought, as she opened the refrigerator to get some eggs and set them by the stove, that although she had promised Daisy and Jeff that she would go to the beach with them that day, she didn't really want to go. No, I would really prefer to simply stay here, by myself, and have some peaceful, quiet time to really think about Don and myself. I do love him and I do want him to be happy. And, of course, I want to be happy myself. There must be SOMETHING I can do. We simply can't go on like this much longer!
"Well, what's for breakfast," Jeff's voice asked cheerfully. "I'm starved!"
Somewhat startled, Sharon turned towards her handsome young brother-in-law. Clad only in that cream colored bathing suit that he seemed to wear from morning till night, he was like a color poster of powerful male sexuality with his legs slightly spread apart and his hands resting on his slender hips. And he was looking at her again, the same way he had looked at her before, with a distinct and crude sexuality that made Sharon very uneasy.
"Sit down, there's some juice on the table," Sharon said, whisking the eggs together in a bowl.
"Hi, and good-morning," Daisy's voice called as she entered the room and sat down next to her young husband, placing her delicately formed hand on his strong young thigh. "Well, are you all ready to come to the beach with us today?"
"I ... I don't think I'll go," Sharon stammered as her hands nervously beat the eggs. "I think I'd rather just stay here. But you go along, and I'm sure Don will go."
"Not coming?" Jeff declared. "But you promised! We were really looking forward to it!"
"Well, we can all go another time. When Don gets back," Sharon offered, pouring the egg mixture into a sizzling frying pan and stirring them with trembling hands. She could feel the young man's eyes boring into her back and she didn't dare turn around for fear that he would see the crimson blush in her pale cheeks. She could sense his eyes studying the voluptuous curves of her enticingly curvaceous body and she felt a distinct uneasiness, especially since Daisy could not help but notice the provocative and seductive way her husband was looking at his older sister-in-law!
"What's this about not going to the beach," Don's voice asked. Sharon turned around, startled, to see her handsome young husband standing in the doorway of the living room clad only in his briefest, skin-tight bathing suit.
"I just don't feel like it today," Sharon murmured.
Don came forward and pulled out a chair, straddling it with his solidly built thighs and resting his arms on its back.
"But it was your idea that we all spend the day together!" he said.
"I know, I know," Sharon almost screamed, "but I just can't! I just can't go today!"
"Oh please, Sharon," Jeff asked. "Please come." Then, lowering his voice, he continued, "Todd is going to come. He said he was looking forward to seeing you again!"
Sharon snapped around to glare at the lewd suggestiveness in her brother-in-law's voice. How dare he! How dare he even suggest that she should change her mind because that crude Todd Baxter would be at the beach! She shot Jeff an angry glance then turned back to the eggs which were done now. She scraped them onto a plate and banged it down onto the table.
They ate the rest of their meal in almost total silence. Afterwards, Sharon piled the dirty dishes in the sink and went outside to sit in the warm summer sun by the swimming pool. About an hour later she heard the whirl of the Ford starting up and then the sound of crunching gravel as Don eased the car out of the driveway.
At last! At last she was alone with only her own thoughts for company! That was what she needed, some peace and quiet and solitude!
The sun was high in the sky and the air was warm with a slight breeze whispering through the trees and gliding over Sharon's bikini clad body as she dozed in a lounge chair by the small swimming pool. Her creamy skin was damp with perspiration and her eyes half-closed, her long slender arms dangling by her side, one leg stretched out straight while the other was bent at the knee. The sight of her voluptuous body was very pleasing to the young man who stood close-by, studying its every sweepingly sensual curve, and he could feel his cock already growing and jerking inside his bathing suit.
"Hi," he said cheerfully, walking towards the young woman so enticingly stretched out on the lounge chair. "I thought that if you wouldn't come to the party, I'd bring the party to you!"
Sharon turned abruptly to see young Todd Baxter, his bronze young body clad only in a skin-tight bathing suit of pale orange, approach-ing her across the green grass of her lawn. In one hand he held a half-finished bottle of red wine and in the other a full bottle and he walked with the slow, easy grace of youth. The muscles in his powerful thighs rippled beneath their covering of tanned skin and his pectoral muscles bulged out of his nearly hairless chest, while the soft brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight against his sunburned cheeks.
The young woman smiled weakly, not wanting to encourage the lusty young boy, recalling how she had almost fallen prey to his passionate advances only a couple of days before. Turning towards him, she lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the sun, causing her hugely rounded breasts to sway over the flat plain of her naked belly.
"How about a little wine?" he asked pleasantly, sinking down onto the soft grass beside her chair.
"Isn't it a little early to drink wine?" she asked, half tempted to accept but feeling that she really shouldn't.
"Never too early," he answered. "I'll go in and get some glasses!"
Sharon was disturbed by the ease with which he had slipped into her yard and the relaxed attitude he took towards her and her house. She shifted awkwardly as she saw him emerge from the back door with two glasses in his hand, a bright and cheerful smile on his face. He poured both glasses full of the dark red liquid and drained his own glass in one long gulp before refilling it.
The young woman felt somewhat strange about taking wine from an eighteen year-old boy, but was thankful nonetheless for the cooling liquid that seemed to soothe her fevered mind. What does he want? Why had he come here? I don't suppose he'll try anything as crude and obscene as he did the other day, but still. . . Sharon sipped at the refreshing wine and was startled a few moments later to realize that she had consumed the entire glassful!
Todd wordlessly reached over to refill her glass, planting one strong young hand on her silky smooth thigh as he did so. Sharon's whole body tensed and she felt a chilling shiver begin near the depths of her belly and travel up the length of her spine. She realized now that she had been a fool to let him stay, that she should have demanded that he leave at once. She had been equally foolish to accept the wine from him for he-obviously took that as a sign of encourage-ment. Now she saw that he was smiling at her, a lecherously lewd smile that transformed his face into a mask of heated passion. His eyes grazed over the sensuous contours of her shapely young body spread nearly naked there before him and his tongue began to play hungrily around his moistened lips.
"Todd, this really isn't right. You really shouldn't be here, you know," Sharon attempted to protest, hoping he would be kind enough to take the hint and leave.
"Oh I know, I know, Mrs. Werner!" he grinned, refilling his own glass again as he had gulped down its entire contents again while she was talking. "I know I shouldn't be here . . . but then, you shouldn't be here all alone, either. Not with your husband down at the beach with Daisy."
"What do you mean by that?" the young wife asked with worried urgency in her voice.
"I mean that as long as they're having a good time together down there, we might as well have a good time up here!" he laughed, his hand now stroking softly along her thigh, his thumb tracing provocative circles along the smooth skin of its inner surface.
"Todd! Are you suggesting -" she exclaimed.
"Indeed, I am," he answered laughing.
"B - but . . . Jeff ... if they're ..." Sharon stammered, fearing that her own subconscious fears about Daisy and Don were now being visiciously confirmed, "if they're . . . where rs Jeff?"
"Oh, he's off down at the other end of the beach with a chick I brought along!"
"B - but . . . but ..." was all Sharon could manage to mutter, the image of her lusciously sexy younger sister seducing her own husband crashing around the mire of her mind. Without realizing she was doing so, Sharon gulped down the entire contents of her glass and then another after Todd had refilled it. Her fingers trembled nervously as she grasped the glass and held it to her cherry-red lips and her breasts quivered and danced on her heaving chest, her breath coming in short, gasping spurts.
Sharon slid her buttocks against the back of the chaise lounge as she became aware, through the muddled fog in her mind, of Todd's tender caresses along the velvety smooth flesh of her thigh. Vaguely, she could hear him whispering and muttering as his hot breath breezed into her ear but she was too shocked and confused to listen to his words. All she knew was that her husband and sister were probably, at the very moment, making mad and passionate love together on the beach - at the nude beach, with the other naked young couple thrashing on the | soft sand beside them! How could he do that to her - and how could her sister . . . ?
"Oh God, no!" Sharon screamed as the obscene images seemed to coil tightly in her brain. She could just picture Daisy's nakedly thrashing body beneath her husband, Don; his long, thickly heated penis fucking again and again into the warmly moist depths of Daisy's cunt; Don's powerful young hands cupping her hotly writhing young buttocks beneath him while his mouth clung voraciously to the ruby erotically hardened tips of her voluptuously dancing breasts! No it was horrible . . . too horrible ... it was a night mare ... it couldn't be true, it just couldn't!
Maybe Todd was only saying that to frighten her into submitting to his own crude advances! Yes, that's it. . . he's only saying these cruel things to trick me into giving in to him!
"Todd, I don't believe you," she said suddenly, staring the young man straight in the eye. "What you've suggested about Daisy and Don just isn't so!" she concluded triumphantly.
"Oh no?" he rejoined, his fingers now squeezing tightly into the softly supple flesh of her thigh precariously close to the warm soft folds of her cuntal crevice. "Well, if you don't believe me, we can just go on back to the beach together and then you'll see for yourself!"
"No!" Sharon exclaimed suddenly. No, she just couldn't bring herself to actually go and spy on them! Besides, what if this boy was telling the truth . . . what if . . . no, it was better, much better, not to know, she decided, The boy sat there on the grass, twirling the cool red liquid around in his glass, suspecting now that he would, after all, triumph over Sharon's conscience that afternoon. Yes, he had known exactly what to say and exactly how to say it and she had responded precisely the way he wanted her to. Now she was vulnerable and frightened and she would listen to his words of comfort and'be soothed by them . . . and from there it was only a small step to bring her nakedly down to the grass, legs spread wide . . .
"Look," Todd said gently, "I didn't mean to upset you. I thought you knew all about it. I hate to see you so . . . well ... so disturbed you know."
Sharon gulped her drink down without saying anything. Todd could see her whole body trembling now, little goose-bumps appearing along her skin as a shiver spasmed through her and her eyes became moist and then flowed with tears. The eighteen year-old boy gently slid onto the double-sized chaise lounge beside her and gently wrapped one of his strong powerful arms around her shoulder. He pressed her close to him and said nothing.
The young wife felt the tears brimming in her eyes and spill over her cheeks. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help herself. She especially didn't want to cry in front of this teenage friend of her brother-in-law, but she was helpless to stop the flood of frustration and fear that fell down her flushed face. Dimly, she was aware of a movement on the chaise lounge beside her; dimly, she felt a warm hand touch her naked shoulder, an arm go around her and draw her close; dimly, through the haze of her tears, she knew the clean, faint cologne smell of young Todd Baxter and it was a pleasant, somehow soothing aroma and so she allowed herself to be pressed closer against a firm, supporting chest, lowering her head there and crying dispairingly.
Todd Baxter felt the warm, resilient body pressed close to his own sturdily built one, felt the warm rippling muscles of her naked shoulder beneath his encircling arm, smelled the sweet fragrance of her womanly hair and body. God damn! This is some sexy woman alright! The last time I was here she was getting all hot and bothered . . . and this time she will, too! Only this time will be different because she can't stop me now. Pretty soon she won't even be able to stop herself! And then we'll really see some action!
He let the soft strands of her shining auburn hair tickle his nostrils as he whispered to her, "Hey . . . don't cry . . . Mrs. Werner . . . don't cry . . . it'll be alright, you'll see . . . c'mon now, shhhh!"
She merely turned her head to look up and him and before the words could escape from the confused dungeon of her mind, her tears began flowing furiously once again and she turned to bury her streaming face against his bare chest. Todd stroked her hair lightly, gently, comfort-ingly, and then he stroked the satiny skin of her shoulder and upper arm. A small smile had formed now on his handsome young face and he felt his cock growing, leaping inside his bathing suit that confined its throbbing thickness.
Boy, am I gonna love fucking this woman!
She's really blowing her mind now - guess I really struck a nerve! I guess I was right in thinking that her husband is not quite man enough for her. . . or doesn't know how to turn her on ... or something! Whatever the problem is, he surely hasn't satisfied this hot little ticket like I am going to right now! What she needs is a good stiff cock fucking into her hot little belly and I am just the man for that!
In the same pleasing, comforting tone of voice, he intoned, "Now don't think about it, Sharon." My God, she didn't even flinch when I called her 'Sharon'! "Don't think about the way your husband and your own sister are naked together on the beach. Don't think about them lying there together on the sand . . . no, don't think about what he's doing to her right now, or what she's doing to him. Put it out of your mind . . . just don't think about it."
Todd could feel her firm, warm breasts pressing against his ribcage, could feel the nipple beginning to harden somewhat beneath her skimpy bikini bra, and he smiled as he continued to croon softly into her ear. Yes, she was thinking about them alright, just as he wanted her to, and she was mentally following every undulation of their naked bodies! And the lewd images of them that danced in her mind now were causing unmistakable, if unwanted, signs of arousal in her own quivering near-naked body! Yes, indeed, she's coming around nicely . . . pretty soon now . . . no, it won't be much longer!
Despite her tears, the tortured confusion in her alcohol-dimmed mind, Sharon was slowly beginning to experience an almost dreamy torpor, an almost lethargic trance, as she remained enveloped in Todd's gentle, yet strong embrace. The words of the eighteen year-old seemed wise beyond his years as they flowed like warm milk into her ears; she was aware that he was telling her not to think about Don and Daisy together, but the image of their naked writhing was nonetheless in the forefront of her mind, brought into crystal clarity by his lullingly smooth voice. No, she didn't want to think about it . . . but she just couldn't help it as she sobbed against the boy's bare chest, finding a new peaceful security in his strong masculine presence and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare shoulder and upper arm.
And somehow, imperceptibly, the naked images in her mind were beginning to effect her own nearly-nude body. She felt new twitching, excited sensations deep within her quivering belly, and down between her lush thighs her vaginal mouth began to exude droplets of lubrication to moisten her panties, causing the helpless young woman to open and close her thighs, open and close them again and again in a crescendo-like, growing sexual rhythm. Her pinkly pert nipples hardened under her skimpy bikini bra while she tried to will her body to stop its awakening ardor, but the images in her mind were too vivid and Todd Baxter, in all his vigorous youth, was too close . . . too excitingly close! Yes, he was really a very attractive boy, beneath all that egotistical bravado . . . and now he was being so gentle, so kind . . .
The eighteen year-old boy felt his friend's sister-in-law trembling in his arms, trembling with something else now besides the wracking sobs of her imagined misery. He smiled triumphantly and he realized that she was almost there, almost ready . . .
He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his eager hand slide slowly and lightly down along the smooth length of her arm, knowing that this motion would have an electrifying effect on the growingly aroused young woman. She had stopped her tortured crying now, although her tear-stained face was still nestled against his chest and her hands still clutched at his shoulders, and now the young man sensed rather than heard a quickening of her breath under his careful caresses. He brought his hand up, sliding it along the velvety skin of her back now, sliding it down, down, down until it reached the very edge of her bikini-clad buttocks, then raced one finger back up her spine. All the while he was murmuring words of comfort into her ear, pleading with her not to imagine the lurid scene of her own husband lewdly fucking her own sister!
Yes, she was definitely breathing faster now, all right, and he could feel her hot panting breath against his naked chest. Now, now was the time to strike while proverbial iron was hot!
The youth brought his hands up to her shoulder again and then, casually, lightly, he pressed one eager hand against the swelling mound of her tremulous breast and began to rub the supple, pliant flesh tenderly through her bikini bra. He heard the sharp intake of the young woman's breath and felt the sudden tensing stiffness of her body and the force of her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. But she didn't stop him! She made no effort to withdraw, to pull away from his searching hand, and he knew that he had won at last! Now she was his, to do with as he pleased! And he would please both himself and her before he was finished with this voluptuous young woman! He continued to caress and fondle that yielding mound, running his thumb across the hardening little nipple, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest and his cock surging savagely in his groin! Yes, now he was going to fuck this hot little married cunt like she'd never been fucked before!
Chapter Five
A warning voice in Sharon's mind tried to struggle against the soothing, lethargic state Todd's words had created, tried to tell her that something was going to happen if she didn't put an end to it right now! And yet, somehow, his hand on her breast didn't seem so wrong and repulsive to her as it had a few days earlier! No, it felt . . . good! And his voice, speaking with a warm sympathy against the softness of her hair saying now: "... you owe it to yourself to do something, Sharon. Turnabout can be fair play and you deserve to feel good . . . you want to feel good, don't you? It's only right that you should enjoy yourself just like they're enjoying themselves, isn't it?"
It's only right . . . you deserve to feel good . . . The words tumbled and spun around in her confused mind as Todd gently stoked her quivering rounded breast and held her close to him. Yes, she did deserve to feel good! But . . . did she dare to be as unfaithful as Don had been? Did she really deserve to enjoy herself? Yes, she did owe it to herself to explore and enjoy the full limits of her own sexuality! The other night may have been partly her fault, with Don ... but that didn't give him any excuse to go fucking Daisy! And now, why shouldn't she, Sharon, really begin to discover the full depths of her own sexual desires! Yes, why not, damn it?
Todd's youthfully eager hand dipped now inside the low-cut bikini bra, having already reached around to unfasten it in the back, and was trailing hot tremulous paths along her chest and down, down inside her loose bra to touch the bare smoothness of her soflty yielding breasts. Sharon's hips began to squirm against the soft lounge chair and she turned her body slightly towards her young seducer, pressing herself against his naked chest. And then she lifted her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
Her lips parted wetly, expectantly, and Todd ground his anxious lips onto hers, completely engulfing her mouth with his warm, moist one, flicking his tongue forward immediately to slip past her whitely glimmering teeth deeper and deeper into her mouth. Pinwheels of light flashed at the back of Sharon's eyes at the sheer physical impact of his kiss, and her hand lifted from his chest to encircle his thick neck, press his head tightly, molding their mouths together like a fusing of molten metal. Now his eagerly exploring fingers slipped lower inside her loosened bra, found the hard bud of one of her scarlet nipples and pinched it almost painfully with his thumb and forefinger. His tongue lashed teasingly in and out of her warm soft mouth in an attitude of mock-copulation, and she made tiny, excited mewling sounds from deep in her throat.
And then Todd's hand slipped from her tremoring breasts and went to her bare creamy smooth thigh, sliding up and along the hot skin. Higher and higher it slithered, causing Sharon to shiver with tremendously mounting desire, and then his groping fingers were touching the bikini-clad mound of her pubic triangle, slipping easily up and down the moistened furrow and then pushing the legband of her bikini panties aside to part the softly resilient pubic hair and to slip his finger into the wet, trembling passage of Sharon's lust-blossoming cunt. There he teased the passion-hardened little titty of her throbbing clitoris, playing with it, reveling in the feel of her soft, elastic pussy and the vibrating arousal of her firm, full and curvaceous body.
The young wife jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his probing fingers against her naked, passion-moistened cunt. Her whole nearly naked body began to oscillate wildly and she began to moan in an abandoned, staccato cadence. From somewhere far back in the deepest recesses of her mind a warning voice tried once again to tell her that what she was doing was wrong and evil and wickedly treacherous. She knew that whatever she might do, she still loved her husband deeply, that in spite of everything her own upbringing demanded that she be faithful to him no matter what.
But she didn't stop him and she didn't try to stop herself. She couldn't. She was incapable of wrenching away from her young seducer because . . . yes, she had to admit it, she liked what he was doing to her. She liked his electrifying touch on her sex-starved genitals, liked the warmth of his flicking tongue lashing into her mouth . . . liked everything about his wicked seduction, in fact! God, she needed loving so much . . . tender, gentle, sensuous love-making and so it was too late now, much too late to stop him or to stop her own desire for him.
Christ! She really turns on! Just like I thought she would! Just like her sister does . . . only better! Yes, she's all fired up now, all right, and when a woman gets that way, nothing else matters except a thick cock fucking them crazy! And I'm just the boy to give her that cock!
"Sharon, Christ, Sharon, you're beautiful! You're some fine woman, I'll tell you," Todd whispered hotly into her ear. "Let me see you - all of you, naked! Let me see all of your beautiful naked body, Sharon!"
"Yes," Sharon heard herself say as if it were the voice of a distant stranger. "Yes, naked! Both of us! Oh, yes!"
The eighteen year old boy needed no further encouragement. His middle finger still tantalized her nakedly quivering clitoris while his tongue once more lashed and lunged rapaciously into her mouth. Finally, he pulled his hotly working mouth away from hers and hovered over her prone, trembling young body and then the youth let his finger slip from her warmly clinging pussy with a soft liquid sucking sound. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her nylon bikini panties and began to slide them down over her smoothly rounded hips and tremulous satiny thighs. Obediently, Sharon raised her hips to help him and then her petal-like, softly hair-lined cuntal slit came into the full view of his lecherously salacious gaze.
The next thing Sharon knew, her brief bikini bathing suit was lying in a crumpled heap on the green grass with Todd's brief bathing suit beside it. She was completely nude now, totally vulnerable to his mercy, and he was nude as well. The youngster drank in the delectable smooth-lined beauty of his best friend's sister-in-law and his tongue played mischievous-ly along his wetly glistening lips.
The young woman felt spasmodic little jerks of sublime pleasure ripple through her now naked form as Todd's searching hands closed once again over the moon-like orbs of her breasts. She heard him gasp out his sheer delight at their satiny pliancy, at their hard, lust-distended little nipples. He began to roll his fingers across the berry-like ruby buds, tweaking them into painful arousal . . . and then she saw his head lower over her heaving chest and felt his hot, wet mouth encompass one of her trembling breasts, flicking and rolling over its smooth surface with his hotly lashing tongue.
She groaned again, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm on the chaise lounge, and Todd continued to suck teasingly at her nipple while he shifted slightly on the soft lounge beside her. Then, suddenly, his lips left her anxiously throbbing breast and she heard his voice whisper, "Open your legs, Sharon. Open them wide so I can see your lovely sweet pussy, Sharon." Then, placing his hands along the velvety flesh of her inner thighs, he coaxed her legs apart, still crooning, "... c'mon, open them ... let me see how beautiful your pretty little pussy is . . . that's it ... a little wider ..."
His lewd, hypnotic words caused Sharon's fevered body to twist and squirm all the more violently. Dreamily she watched him settle in beside her and drop his head once more over her shuddering alabaster breasts. She moaned softly as she watched his hungry mouth take first one tautly erect nipple and then the other in between his glistening lips, licking and sucking at the rigid tips until she wanted to scream from the tidal waves of pleasure that went washing over her nakedly trembling body. She watched now as his head moved lower, still lower, trailing hot, moist kissed between her desire-swollen tits and down her navel, pausing there to flick his eager tongue into the tiny indentation, and then move seductively still lower until his hot breath was whipping through the curling pubic hair down between her invitingly open thighs.
Suddenly, the young woman realized what this teenager was about to do to her, what would be the next target of his fervently warm kisses. No . . . no! She hadn't let Don do that the other night . . . no, it's wrong, evil, degenerate . . . I can't. . . and she struggled to close her legs but the youth held them firmly apart. He remained where he was, his head poised above her tantalizingly moist cunt, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the pinkly shimmering lips of her hotly spread cuntal mouth.
Abruptly the helplessly aroused young woman realized that she wanted him to do that, wanted him to lick her there like no man had ever been permitted to do before. Hadn't she been sorry the other night when she denied her own husband the same pleasure? And now Todd's earlier words came spilling into her mind like an overflowing dam . . . you deserve to feel good . . . you want to feel good, don't you?
"Yes, yes," Sharon cried out in answer to her own mental question. "Yes, Todd, I want you to kiss my cunt!" Everything now had taken a back seat - shame, fear, guilt, remorse - all were insignificant next to her flaming, fiery desire. The only thing that seemed to matter was satisfying the burning longing flaring inside her fevered cunt and her torrid breasts. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused, more violently aroused than she had ever been in her whole life!
"Yes, yes," she cried again, "yes, Todd, kiss me there! Kiss my cunt, oh please, oh please, do it now"
Todd didn't hesitate to obey her command. He moved over qucikly between her obscenely spread thighs and dropped his head savagely downward, his own hotly eager lips crashing into the soft, pinkly glistening lips of her vagina, his tongue parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair and swirling deep up in between her fluttering, pulsing vaginal lips as his hands spread her smooth, milk-white thighs still wider and wider apart.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuooooowwwwww!" the young woman moaned, her hips unconsciously grinding a lewd, sensuous circle around his impaling tongue as it fucked and lunged up into her, harder and harder, faster and faster her, harder and harder, faster and faster with jackhammer-like thrusts, her body reacting with helpless lurching around its thrusting force. Her hands grasped his hair now, tried to pull his youthful, barely bearded face closer into her lust-soaked loins. It felt better, much better, than even her most vivid sexual fantasies and she reveled in the newly discovered heights of passion-crazed arousal that this tongue swirling hotly around in her now receptive cunt could cause.
The boy continued his wanton tonguing of her moistly trembling cuntal slit and his hands now slipped back up over her flat belly to her full, firmly rounded breasts once more, cupping and squeezing their supple flesh while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault on her wide-spread, warmly throbbing cunt. Sharon clenched small hands into white-knuckled fists in Todd's hair as his probing, scintillating tongue located the erectly pulsing bud of her sensitive clitoris. She whimpered sharply with agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, now throbbing, sprout between his sharp teeth, holding it there, and began to run the tip of his warm moist tongue around and around it in maddening, relentless little circles. Her head began to flail violently from side to side, her eyes rolled back into her head and Todd, encouraged by her outrageous response to his lewd sucking and nibbling, opened his mouth wider yet and moved his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the palpitating, hair-fringed opening of her vagina.
Now he began to fuck orally into her, harder, faster, sliding his wetly lubricated probe far up into her hotly clasping channel, listening to her mad, impassioned moans as he swirled and flicked his teasing lingual instrument around and around the velvet-like interior of her cuntal cavern. He slipped his hands now beneath her thighs, pushing them further out and upwards, until they were draped limply down over his shoulders, the whole of her moistly flowing vaginal plane writhing in naked lust into his face. Then he cupped her softly satin-smooth buttocks in both hands as he thrust his flailing tongue deep, deep into the lust-scorched depths of her vaginal vault.
Sharon's cries of abandoned animal pleasure now seemed to fill the warm afternoon as her tortured mind reflected the agonizing pleasure spiraling from her orally invaded cunt all the way up through her trembling, dancing breasts and into her tormented mind. It was like a raging wildfire burning through her body as she strained and groaned and rocked around his flicking, wetly hot tongue spearing into her tightly clenching vagina and she hoped it would never stop, never!
But it did. At that very instant. It stopped.
Her eyes flew open in surprise and she saw him raise his head, his handsome young face glistening from her lust-incited secretions and he was grinning that same familiar lecherous grin.
The strapping, solidly built young man moved up along her body, holding his fleshy, hardened instrument of passion in his hand. When his head came alongside hers, he whispered into her ear,"Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna ram this thick prick into the back of your belly and you're gonna cum like Niagra Falls all over it! Believe me, you're going to love cumming with my cock spitting out deep in your hot little belly."
Sharon gasped, taking in the full enormous length and thickness of his hotly throbbing organ. She had never seen anything so massive before and her eyes bulged wide open in disbelief. How could she possibly take that whole thing up inside of her? Why, he would split her in two with that cock of his!
"Oh my God, Todd," she stammered. "It's so . . . huge '
"The better to fuck you with, my dear," he laughed, poising his blunt-headed instrument at the door of her soft, hair-lined vaginal lips.
Suddenly, without warning, the young man plunged forward, sending his viciously throb-bing cock sliding hotly and deliciously far, far up into the quivering depths of her palpitating pussy flesh. With a triumphant gasp, he jackhammered into her as far and as hard as he could go, then lay still for one brief moment, enjoying the sheathing walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around his prick . . . enjoying, in short, the warmly clasping fruits of his victory.
He heard Sharon moan below him and she squirmed her naked body in agonized pleasure. She knew she had never felt so filled in all her life, that his cock seemed as though it had ripped her helpless vagina into a million tiny fragments as he had mercilessly speared into her with all his might without a thought of her comfort or pain. Now his heavily pulsing prick lay deep in her belly, filling her warmly moist cuntal cavern and pressing tightly against the cushiony base of her cervix. There wasn't one ridge of man-flesh that she couldn't feel sheathed inside of her clinging vaginal walls and slowly, as she grew used to its presence there, she began to feel the pain subsiding. Suddenly the thickly throbbing presence began to feel . . . yes, good!
"Do you want me to fuck you? Does my cock feel good inside your cunt, Sharon?"
The young woman didn't answer, but merely squirmed to and a sngntiy less painiui, more comfortable position beneath the hulking teenager.
"Well? Do you want me to fuck you? You'd better speak up woman, or I'll pull out and go home right now," the boy threatened. He flexed his muscle inside of her cunt and she grunted as she fought to escape this one final humiliation. This, she knew, would mean total surrender to him and there would be no escaping, ever. She knew that she wanted to be here with him, that she desparately wanted his plunging cock slamming into her sex-starved cunt. And yet, if she asked him ... if she actually begged him . . . well, then, she would forever more be at his mercy, at his beck and call for him to come over while Don was at work and fuck her anytime he wanted to. There would be no turning back once she made that final, fateful step. Tears gushed from her eyes as she fought with herself, as the fiery lust in her body struggled against the restraints of her con-science. She desperately wanted to discover the new seemingly limitless bounds of her own sexuality . . . and yet, at the same time, she feared becoming a sexual slave to this young teenage boy who was, after all, a friend of her own sister and brother-in-law!
"No, I guess you don't want me to fuck you," he growled and then a sudden panic seized the torturously aroused young woman.
"No! No, you can't leave me like this. Oh, yes, Todd, please, fuck me," she panted through her agony.
"You don't sound very convincing," he murmured.
"Oh my God, Todd, please," she said with all the crazed passion that filled her loins. "Yes, please, fuck me hard . . . fuck me good . . . yes, i do want you to fuck me!"
Todd Baxter, despite his youth, knew when a woman had lost her last ounce of resistance and he knew that this one had. He clamped his wet mouth now down onto hers and at the same time he began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion with his powerful young thighs. He could feel the tight, narrow passage of her hungry vagina widening slightly with each short, smooth stroke as she groaned in abject surrender beneath his muscular young form.
It won't be long now, the youth smiled inwardly. Soon this voluptuous woman will be nothing more than a raw, squealing mass of helpless desire. I can feel already the latent hot streak in her, one that I guess old Don has never managed to turn all the way on! I don't know what he's doing wrong, but I know that once I get her going there will be no stopping her! And I can hardly wait!
Sharon's body began to involuntarily react. There was no longer any reason to fight the roaring flames of desire that coursed through her veins. She had lost the final battle, both with her conscience and with Todd Baxter, and the agonizing thought of her own abandoned surrender sent a shiver up her spine. Her whole naked body twitched and writhed as she felt the slow beat of Todd's young cock skewered inside of her trembling belly.
She groaned again and gave herself up to the passion that was irreversible and irresistable now. She wormed her hot wet tongue with complete abandon up into his warm wet mouth and enjoyed the sublime sensations that now tingled throughout her nakedly undulating body and cunt. Low hums of soul-satisfying pleasure came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with crazed excitement, her mouth working voraciously, her neck straining, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead under her now disheveled auburn hair.
The youngster slipped his hands down her tapering sides and slid them under the soft resilient flesh of her asscheeks, cupping the warm, smooth curved globes, one in each hand, and her white spongy flesh oozed hotly around his tightening fingers. He jerked her open cunt up harder against his loins and her legs spread voluntarily wide on either side of his impaling rod of teenage flesh and were spasming and quivering in uncontrolled abandonment.
Her eyes were closed now and her prying tongue worked and slaved up into his own hungry mouth as velvety mewling sounds came from deep within her. She clenched her milk-white thighs and the moist wet hole so her cunt was flared open in lewd invitation to receive still more of his thrusting cock to greater and greater depths. Sharon writhed beneath the rocking teenage boy from the extreme intensity of her arousal and there was no longer any thought that invaded her mind except the passion of the delicious sensation of lying beneath this friend of her sister and brother-in-law as he fucked into her wretchedly seething cunt with all his might.
Todd slaved above her, changing his rhythm suddenly into longer, smoother strokes which brought his heavily throbbing cock almost out of her hungrily clasping cunt on the backstroke and then pummeling forward into her uplifted, softly shimmering buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his sperm-bloated balls down against the unprotected crevice of her tightly puckered little anus. He grinned now as he thought of the further ravishment he could perform on this helplessly aroused young woman and slid his fingers down over the tightly stretched flesh of her slowly grinding ass and found the small puckered ring of her asshole cradled defenselessly below. It was so soft, so warm, so tempting and he could feel it working hotly against the probing tip of his middle finger.
He pushed into that vulnerable opening with a sudden, quick motion and the soft, rubbery flesh yielded before his merciless onslaught.
"Aaaaaoooowwwwwwwwwwwww,'' Sha-ron gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in a painful protest.
But Todd paid no attention. Instead, he thrust again, working his stiffened finger around and around up inside, stretching the resilient softness wider and wider and still wider as he ground it up into her without pity.
OWWWWWWOOOOOWWWWW!" she groaned, this time louder than before, at the continued outrage against her helpless asshole. But Todd didn't stop. Instead he worked his probing finger clear into the second knuckle, and the deep gutteral noises that came from her chest began to dissolve into whimpers of pure pleasure a few moments later as her invaded rectal passage became slowly accustomed to the penetrating invasion of his lewdly impaling finger.
He smiled a broad smile of triumph as he felt her slowly screwing her rectum back down onto his finger as he probed methodically into the warm, dark depths of her bowels. She was hopelessly impaled now between his hard pummeling cock in her anxiously clutching vagina and his finger shoved tightly into her puckered anus. And, mewling and groaning with tormenting pleasure beneath him, Sharon now began twisting and squealing at the rapturous ecstacy of this double ravishment of her sex-starved loins.
Todd now slid his other hand slowly up from the smoothly satin-like cheek of her ass and around to where his tremendously bloated shaft of teenage flesh was fucking smoothly in and out of her wet, now more hungrily clasping pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds of her cuntal lips clasping tightly around his pistoning penis and he could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, cunt-flaring thrust up into her warmly heated vagina.
Todd enjoyed the sensations coursing through his lust-driven body as he fondled and played with the teasingly contracting lips of her curl-rimmed pussy where he entered her, bringing still more ecstatic sighs of joyful abandon from her mouth and at the same time he could feel the ever-yielding passage of her vagina greedily swallowing the whole of his ram-rodding shaft of thickly pulsing cock flesh.
Now the boy quickened his thrusts, hot and palpitating and deep as she thrashed her naked body beneath him on the soft plastic of the chaise lounge. Yes, she was about ready to cum; she was poised on the precipice of exploding, mind-blinding passionate release and her legs jerked wide and up now. He ripped his invading finger from her tightly clasping rectum with a lewd wet, sucking sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them up and over her head and back down against the chaise lounge on either side of her shoulders. Her nakedly grinding body was bent double now, the plane of her pinkly glistening crotch was splayed as wide as it would go now to welcome the pile-driving thrusts of his heavily pumping loins as he smacked his hard driving pelvis brutally into her lust-lubricated, hotly steaming cunt.
"Oooooooohhhh! Oooooohhhhhh!" she chanted beneath his nakedly pumping body, her face a flushed mask of wild and unrestrained abandon. Her breasts heaved and danced lewdly against the pressure of his nearly hairless chest, her hardened nipples digging into his young flesh like steel tacks. i ni Todd grunted and groaned and stroked yet faster, fucking her as hard and as fast and as deep as he could so that his lust-plunging cock bored far up into the darkly hidden recesses of her passion-flared womb.
Then, suddenly, he felt her nakedly perspiring body shiver violently beneath him. Her orgasm had come, confirmed by her own wailing howl.
Her hotly flaring cunt opened around his rampaging cock and warm flows of wet, sticky liquid flooded hot and heavy from it. He thrust now deeper and faster, wanting Sharon to remember this fuck for the rest of her life. Her naked body jerked upwards toward him several times while the softly glistening lips of her streaming cunt worked and sucked at his pummeling pole of teenage flesh as if to milk it completely dry. Her breath was coming now in short, staccato bursts and then Todd began to feel his own climaxing release spiraling through his wrenching, jerking body as he climbed into ecstacy, his own lust-fulfilling orgasm triggered to completion by the magnitude and force of the nakedly jerking woman beneath him.
Hot white sperm spurted out from the tip of his impaling cock far into her insatiably welcoming belly. His passion-sweet juices mingled with hers inside her cunt, pooling all the joy and passion that Sharon had missed feeling for a long time together in one great pool of hotly swirling lust.
The young wife's legs went limp all of a sudden and fell out to the sides of this teenage boy, this friend of her sister and brother-in-law. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as though it would burst through her ribcage and her naked body, well fucked and satiated, glowed with the tingling warmth of sexual satisfaction and completion.
It was the sound of his voice that caused her mind to remember who she was and where she was and who she was lying under with his sperm-drained cock still buried deep up inside her!
"Well? Was it good, Sharon? Was it as good as I promised?"
"Yes, yes, Todd," she replied a little cooly. The guilt of her reckless fling was now beginning to overrule her passions and now all she wanted to do was to get away from this seductive eighteen year old. It had been her passion and her torment and her anger that had caused this rapturous unleashing of her long denied sexual ardor and she wanted time now, time alone, to reflect on the implications of her new discoveries about her voracious sexual appetite. She knew that more than anything else she wanted to save her marriage to Don . . . now, if only she could channel this new creative, exploding sexual energy to her husband instead of to this teenage boy . . .
"Please," she begged now, "let me up. Please, leave me alone now."
"Leave you alone? After the fucking you've had you want me to just go away and leave you alone? Don't I deserve more than that?" "What you deserve and what you can have are often two entirely different things," she replied coldly, glaring at the handsome youth who had so disastrously aroused her flaming sexual passions against her will, who had cruelly taken advantage of her aggravated frustrations to gain his own lust-incited satisfaction. "Now, please, put on your tacky suit and go away. I mean it, Todd."
"Yeah, I guess you do," he mumbled, bending over to gather up his trunks. "But I'll be back, little lady. Sooner or later, one way or another, I'll be back for some more of that hot little tail of yours!"
Chapter Six
Sharon had showered and changed into a short, cool, low-cut summer cotton dress and now sat at her kitchen table, nervously puffing on a cigarette. There were three cigarette stubs already in the ashtray and a half-empty glass of Scotch in front of her as she contemplated the wicked events of that afternoon with Todd Baxter and her own utter surrender to his seductive advances. The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window to throw a golden shadow across her trembling fingers as she methodically, rhythmically bounced them against the table top one at a time.
Was Todd lying to me just to gain his own sexual ends? Or, at this very moment, are my husband and sister wickedly performing their lust-crazed act out there on the nude beach? Is it possible? Do I dare to imagine that they could each betray my love and trust like that? Would my own dear husband commit the horrid act of adultery with my own seventeen year-old sister? How could Jeff knowingly permit such a cruel and heartless thing to happen? No, I just can't believe it ... I just can't!
The voluptuously beautiful young wife sat there, the incredible question tumbling and stumbling around her dazed and confused mind until she thought she would scream. It was too ugly, too horrible a deed to even contemplate, too replusive to even consider. And yet . . . hadn't Todd hinted before at wild sexual orgies? And Jeff hadn't denied the accusations! Quite the contrary, he had tried to make her understand that they did, in fact, often indulge in extra-marital sex! But . . . Don? 'Would Daisy . . . with Don?
The tormented young wife could simply not sit still for a single moment longer. She had to know . . . she just had to.
With one swift movement she had risen from her chair, grabbed her purse and the keys to her car, and had slammed the door behind her. Fifteen minutes later she pulled the Pinto into a parking space near the beach and walked along the edge of the cliff that ran over the beach, scanning the figures below, some dressed and some totally nude, searching for her husband and sister. At one point she thought she could see Jeff with a strange, red-headed, buxom young woman . . . but she couldn't be sure it was him. She walked and walked, studying the naked or bathing suit clad figure playing or lying on the soft white sand, but she saw nobody she recognized.
She had come to the far end of the beach, which was deserted except for one naked couple on a beach towel. The young wife gasped, and sank to her knees. Tears began to rush down her cheeks and her hands trembled as they clapped against either side of her face. Sharon began to shake her head back and forth as if to wordlessly deny what her eyes told her was the naked truth.
The couple on the beach towel was Don and Daisy. Todd had not lied to her. They were there, not fifty feet below her.
Daisy had stripped naked and dashed into the smooth salt water of the ocean while Don was absently reading a book he had brought along. In one hand he clutched a still cool can of beer and the other rested on his chest, holding the book. He had heard Jeff mumble something about going off for a little while, but he hadn't paid too much attention to him. But then, his mind wasn't on the book, either. It was on Daisy Werner, his young brother's wife, his own wife's sister.
Daisy had made it quite clear to him the other day that she was sexually attracted to him. But he had repulsed her then, knowing that he could never perform any sexual act with his own sister-in-law in his own house! No, that would have been too tormenting, too brazen a betrayal of his marriage vows. But now, this afternoon, here on the beach, he was beginning to feel slightly more willing to experiment!
Daisy had made it quite clear to her brother-in-law that she wanted him to fuck his turgidly thick cock into her lusty little cunt - she had said so openly and boldly right in front of Jeff! And the boy hadn't objected, but instead had merely smiled knowingly . . . and then a short while later he was gone! And now they were alone together, here on this deserted stretch of beach and if he only had the nerve to seize this opportunity ... if he dared!
Don put his book down and saw, over the broad expanse of his hair-covered chest, the figure of his young sister-in-law happily splashing in the warm waters of the Pacific Ocean. Soon she came out of the water and stood, not ten feet in front of him, her bronzed skin glistening with the ocean's water, her heart-shaped young face lit with a seductive grin. She stood with her legs spread slightly apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, bronzed, naked young hips. Her high, perfectly rounded young breasts, paler in color than the rest of her satiny skin, jutted out like twin, ruby-crested mountains, almost begging to be conquered! The softness of her blonde curling pubic triangle glistened invitingly and her slender legs, so velvety smooth along her voluptuous inner thighs, were moist from the ocean's water as well as from the already flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"Isn't it about time we got down to some serious business?" she boldly asked, walking towards him with slow, provocative, deliberate steps.
"Look, Daisy, I " he managed, but nothing else.
"You are attracted to me, you can't deny that. And there is something wrong between you and Sharon, you can't deny that, either. Besides, Don, why not take your pleasure where you find it? Why fight it? Why deny yourself?" she said with a husky sexiness in her voice.
"Daisy, please!" Don replied, feeling his own cock suddenly lurching into erectly pulsing life beneath his bathing trunks.
"Oh, come on, Don. It's not so terrible, you know. I'm rather good, actually. Or so I've been told," she said with a seductive wink. "Don, admit it: you want to feel your long thick cock buried to the hilt in my soft sweet young pussy ..." On and on her lewd, seductive words crooned into his ears and lashed at his mind. He felt almost as though he were being hypnotized, put into a trance where his body would not remain under his own control. Already he saw himself, as if her were a stranger, moving forward and stretching his hands out to touch her lushly tremulous breasts. In response, her hands dipped to his turgid cock confined by his trunks and then suddenly she was kissing his mouth warmly, sucking and nibbling on his tongue. He could feel the wetness of his oozing seminal fluid which seeped of its own volition from his cock-head as she continued to massage him with practiced thoroughness until he thought his balls were going to explode right through his pants!
"Let me see that enormous cock, Don. Let me see that beautiful blunt cock-head and the thick pole behind it! I want to see it, Don," she whispered hotly into his ear. "I want to feel it and love it and kiss it, and tickle it with my tongue. Please, Don, don't hold back on lovely little Daisy!"
Mutely, blindly, like a programmed robot. Don obeyed his young sister-in-law's command, unfastening his bathing trunks with numbed fingers and sliding them down over the length of his powerfully muscled legs. Then he stood before her," his thick, blood-enraged shaft standing out from his loins, quivering, seeping fluid from the tiny slit on its tip.
"Oh yes, it's beautiful! So big and beautiful, just the way I thought it would be," she hummed softly. "Do you want to put it inside me? Do you want to feel it inside the warmth of my cunt?"
"God," Don groaned. "God, yes, Daisy, yes! I want to fuck you, damn it! I want to fuck the shit out of you!"
The hearty young man pulled his young sister-in-law down onto the beach towel covering their soft bed of sand. He fell across her there, his whole being bursting With his now unleashed, uncontrollable passions. His hands searchingly roved and dipped, his fingers parting the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt and he tickled teasingly along the moistened tit of her tiny pink clitoris until it was as rigid and as throbbing as his own hungry cock. Then he tantalizingly wormed one finger into the soft folds of her waiting cunt . . . and then two . . . and finally three fingers lodged in the warmly clasping tunnel of her vagina!
"Oh, it's so goooood!" Daisy moaned, moving closer to him, grinding her thighs and wet pubic hair hungrily up against his busily working hand. "Yeeeeeees, soooo goooood!"
His pulsing penis now pressed hard against her smoothly grinding belly, its blood-swollen head throbbing, causing the entire length of that rod to jerk spasmodically. She took one fingernail and stroked along the elongated thickness of it, teasing around the brown circumcision ring, and at last she curled her tender young fingers warmly around its base.
"Ooooooooh! Jeeeeeesus!" her brother-in-law moaned.
"This is nothing, lover," she assured him as she threw her full length onto her brother-in-law. She twisted and squirmed, smashing her lips against his mouth and undulating her belly with his, yet not stopping for even a second the provocative stroking of her hand. "Oh, you're so big and thick and how I want you inside me, lover, how I want that big bursting cock to explode its cum up into my belly!"
Her nails trailed across his hairy chest then and she grasped him roughly by the shoulders. Don pushed his hands down her back and then rolled her over so that he was completely on top of her and wedged between her voluntarily wide-spread, smoothly glistening young thighs. He rubbed his bulging cock-head into her pleading cuntal lips, sensing her vagina growing wetter and wider as if it were voraciously hungry for the thickness of his thickly pulsing manhood. Her firm, barely tanned young buttocks began a rotation of desperate desire, snaking out wider on either side of his thighs with her legs wide and her calves locked tight against the back of his legs.
"Ooooooh, Don!" she cried, her eyes closed. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" And then, as Don rose above her nakedly undulating body, ready to stab into the heatedly pulsing depths of her teenage cunt, she opened her eyes and held them wide as she squealed, "Oh my God, lover, do it now! Fuck me, fuck me now! Oh, fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
Her husband's brother fucked hard upward battering against her naked body, and Daisy's still hotly clasping hand guided his heavily burgeoning cock straight up between the pinkly welcoming lips of her hungrily inward sucking vagina. Don heaved as he felt his long, turgidly pulsating cock sucked hotly up into its tiny pulsing mouth and then he heard Daisy cry out in agonized pleasure, "Don, fuck me! God, hurry and fuck it in for God's sake!" And he did. He plunged deeply, with all his lust-driven strength into the moistly hungry mouth between his sister-in-law's hotly spread thighs". The softly curling hairs of her pubic mound grazed teasingly against the sides of his heavily spearing cock, egging him on and he lashed out with his hips in an almost cruel thrust to fuck his madly quivering cock all the way up into the depths of her seething, nubile belly.
"Ooooooooooo! Sooooooo gooooood, lover! Sooooooo goooooood! Yeeeeeees, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuck meeeeeee!" The young girl wailed in triumph as she thought ecstatically to herself just how wonderful it was having a man fucking crazily up in between your legs! Especially an older man . . . although Don wasn't exactly ancient at twenty-six. What made it even more exciting, of course, was that this man was her sister's husband and her own husband's brother!
Sharon sat on her knees at the top of the cliff, her sister's animalistic wailing invading her ears and thundering around inside her brain like a hurricane. She wanted to scream, at first, to yell, to cover her eyes to blot out the amazing spectacle her eyes were witnessing. But the horror, the outrage, the incredulity in her soul was too great. She merely sat slumped there on her knees like a defeated animal and cried, clenching her eyes tightly shut.
There was her husband, who had brutally taken her only a few nights before with callous disregard for her own feelings, making mad and passionate love to ... to Daisy, to her own sister, his own sister-in-law, a mere seventeen year-old girl! There they were, on that bright red towel, grinding lewdly together completely naked, their bodies glistening with the moisture of their lust, their muscles writhing as they smacked against each other with lewd, resounding, fleshy slaps!
Almost hypnotically, Sharon opened her eyes again, as if to confirm the unbearable truth of what she had just seen. Yes, she saw that excruciatingly bestial sight a second time - she hadn't dreamed it. No, it was happening right there below her on the beach, only fifty feet away from her own wide-open eyes!
Sharon continued to watch, with a mesmerized fascination, the lascivious spectacle on the beach below, and a rising crescendo of terrified horror filled her vacant mind. Tears streamed down her crimson-flushed cheeks and her fingers trembled violently against the sides of her face.
Her brain was spinning crazily as she jumped up and began to run back towards the car. She had to get away from it, had to somehow escape from the brutal truth, from the vulgar, carnal tableau she had just witnessed. She simply had to run as fast and as far as she could - get in the car and drive! Drive anywhere, it didn't matter, anywhere as long as it was far far away from the cruel and heartless betrayal of all her affections that she had just confronted on the beach!
Oh God help me!
"Oh, Don, do it to me! Fuck me . . . harder . . . harder . . . aaaaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeeeee!" Daisy wailed on the verge of her impending climax. "Fill me . . . fill me . . . fill me with your cum, lover!"
She was straddling Don now on the soft white sand, her youthful bronzed thighs squeezing his tapering waist and hips hotly, tightly, riding up and down wildly on his turgidly impaling cock. Somehow, in some inexplicable way, she had managed to assume the usual male role of aggressor, getting astride him instead of he astride her. His hands now were convulsively working at the softly supple flesh of her warm young buttocks, helping her to piston with increasing ardor up and down his nearly bursting, quickly thrusting cock. His hips drove his elongated rod far up into the warmly moist flesh of her young, unquenchable pussy, and she impaled again and again the warm throbbing walls of her elastically clasping cunt full upon him, sending him deep, deep, deeper within her darkly mysterious cavern, deep into the very root of her sweet-smelling womanly womb.
"Ooooooaaaaauuuuugh!" they cried in unison as she felt his warm, cum-heavy balls dancing against the nakedness of her slippery inner thighs and she moved her hungry hands down them, fondling their cum-filled ovals with fevered joyousness. Again and again he fucked up into her, only withdrawing far enough to make his turgidly thick shaft rub the insides of her greedily clenching vagina with quicksilver tendrils, then in and out he stroked, her satin-soft ass moons pumping mechanically up and down over him under his harshly kneading hands in matching tempo to her motions, her pelvis rotating with abandoned madness over his monstrously driving cock.
My God, I have never fucked a woman like this before! I've never had a woman as madly, insanely, crazily passionate as this one! This is a woman who was literally born to fuck and she has given me back some of that old burning fire I used to know in my college days!
Don continued his demonical upward thrusting, slamming his blood-hot penis still harder and deeper into the young moaning cunt of his wife's sister until her cushiony cervix seemed battered all out of shape! Her moistly clinging vaginal sheath seemed to beg him for more, the soft, wet, fluted pink cuntal lips sucking and milking his pounding pulsing cock with insane desire and clasping ruthlessness, and her tightly clenching rectal mouth seemed as if it was tingling with a lewd desire to kiss and suckle his hammering balls as he heaved violently upward to meet her downward plunging body. Daisy humped over him, her taut young breasts heaving and quivering and her face contorted with a sublime ecstasy and her long blonde hair swirling around her head madly. She spread her thighs now wider over him still so she could suck in every last millimeter of his cunt-shattering cock and her luscious belly churned with the rising crescendo of her climax.
Suddenly, her brother-in-law felt the heat reach a spiraling apex in his cum-filled balls and he knew he was there. "It's . . . I'm . . . cuuuuuuuuuuming!" he groaned. "Fuck back . . . hard . . . harder . . . HARDER!"
He was babbling meaningless mumblings now in his mindless, blindly passionate ecstasy. And Daisy was babbling with him. She urged him on, waiting breathlessly for him to cum for when he did she would cum too. She lowered her head to kiss his straining neck and bathe his ear hotly with her wetly moist tongue, and at last she ground her anxiously slaving tongue deep into Don's mouth, burying his urgent cries of sublime rapture deep in his throat as she continued to wildly try to capture the thundering rod of flesh within the searingly clinging flesh of her hotly pumping cunt walls.
And then he came like a wild boar!
He came in one searing, volcanic eruption like a thousand megaton bomb. His climax vibrated throughout his entire naked body, causing him to lever upward with an insane upward fuck and freeze there with a helplessly quivering rigidity. His balls began to empty now, their fiery hot white liquid racing up the entire swollen length of his pulsing cock and exploding in great jetting spurts of white hot semen in an orgasm like he had not known in years, since his early days of fucking Sharon. The spilling hot liquid seemed to boil in his balls before exploding into the voraciously milking cunt of the teenage girl who was his sister-in-law, into the girl who ground and twisted her nakedly voluptuous young body above him like a crazed, cock-mad female animal.
He hardly heard her wail through the intensity of his own orgasm.
"Ooooooooo! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" she wail-ed wildly as she felt the fiery liquid innundate the whole widely flaring cavern of her womb, flowing down around the lasciviously ravaging cock buried deep up in her vagina and belly. And then her own bolting climax struck, as wild and as searing and as mind-wrenching as all her many cums before, and she was pounding down on his spasming prick as he once again flexed up into her, whispering fervently in a steady, rhythmic cadence, "Cum, lover, cum, lover, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum lover, cuuuuum!"
Don's molten hot seed mingled joyously with the gushing torrents of the teenage girl's orgasm to form a hot burning liquid rain of warmly cascading lust that flowed down around his still hardened cock and trickled down between his powerfully pumping thighs. Her thighs, soft and fleshy, and her softly curling blonde pubic hair became matted and sticky with the lust-induced secretions and the towel beneath them was covered with their hotly flowing orgiastic juices.
And still they jerked and bucked against one another's naked bodies like mad beasts, their breaths coming in quick, staccato bursts until Daisy's eager, tender pussy had milked every last warm drop of her brother-in-law's hotly spewing sperm from his liquidly gushing testicles. Then Don fell limp beneath her, exhausted, and Daisy fell forward over him from her perch above his naked body; they were both spent to the point of absolute and complete weariness, their bodies sagging with exhaustion. His cock now deflated inside her like a popped balloon, but the young teenage girl didn't move from astride him, holding his now uselessly softened cock up inside her cuntal walls by her own muscular control, squeezing it ever so gently to show it how much she appreciated its valiant, gallant efforts.
"Well, Don-lover," she whispered hotly against his ear, licking the earlobe teasingly, "how did you like that? Was I one of the best fucks you've ever had? You know, I've never had any complaints before, lover-man!"
"God, oh yes, you were . . . sensational," Don grunted and he was neither lying nor even stretching the truth. She was the best piece of ass he had known in years and he reached over to encircle her in his strong arms. "Yes, you were the best, the very best," he chanted as he pressed her close to him, mewling softly into her long blonde hair, just beginning to feel the first creeping of guilt crawl into his fevered mind.
Chapter Seven
Sharon Werner staggered back into her own house and flopped face down on the long soft sofa, the tears of outrage and anger still straining her smoothly soft face. Todd hadn't lied to her after all! Her husband, Don, had succumbed without remorse to the tempting allure of Sharon's own younger teenage sister, Daisy! She didn't know how Jeff could possibly tolerate knowing that his own precious wife was freely dispensing her sexual charms to every man she could find . . . but she Sharon Werner, could not possibly look at her husband square in the eye again.
And her sister! Little seventeen year-old Daisy! Why, she had always been a beautiful and well-developed child, it was true. But what had she grown up to become? A simple slut! An unwholesome whore! A young girl with the voluptuous body of a woman who took a hedonistic pleasure in seducing older men - and younger ones, too, if Todd's hints had been correct, and they probably were! But how could sweet little Daisy, her own sister, stoop so low as to provoke and seduce Don, her own brother-in-law! Why, that was almost ... she couldn't bring herself to say the word at first . . . almost . . . INCEST! How could Daisy perform such an immoral, ugly act?
No, it was impossible!
Yet, true.
Daisy had knowingly and willing gotten Don so hot and bothered that he probably couldn't help himself! He was a man, after all, with a normal man's healthy sexual appetite and he couldn't really be expected to keep the same strict standards that Sharon demanded for herself. And, yes, it's true that perhaps I have not been the perfect wife for him in one particular respect. . . in bed! He wanted to turn me on the other night, to get me really HOT . . . and I wouldn't let him . . . I wouldn't let him lick my cunt! And I wouldn't suck his cock, either! Oh, what a fool I've been! What an absolute and utter fool! Now, because I haven't been able to satisfy him, he has turned to my younger sister!
Sharon slowly sat up, then stumbled over to the small bar to pour herself a double shot of the good Scotch. This she gulped down in one long swallow, her long fingers trembling on the glass, her knees quaking beneath her, her eyes red-rimmed with tears. She poured herself another double shot and staggered back to the couch, where she nearly fell backwards onto it. She clasped the glass in both hands and slowly raised it to her lips, tasting the salt of her tears as well as the soothing, burning hot liquid. Her mind began to grow slightly hazy now and she began to feel rather light-headed as well, as she slowly sipped the throat-scalding liquid until she had once again drained the glass. She felt as though she needed another drink . . . just one more . . . and then the tormented feverishness of her mind would be submerged beneath the deliciously free-floating headiness of the Scotch and she wouldn't cry anymore, wouldn't feel the humiliating pain of knowing that her husband and her sister were, at the very moment, locked in a lewd embrace of love with his lust-harden penis slamming into the softly warm regions of her cunt!
And so the already half-drunken young wife staggered once more to the bar in her living room and with quaking fingers refilled her glass yet again with the mind-fogging, mouth-burning alcohol and then fell back once more onto the couch.
What am I going to do? How am I going to face them when they come home? What can I say to Don? To Daisy?
The young wife's first thoughts were to hurt them, to hurt Don and Daisy as much as they had hurt her. Their lust-incited act had stabbed her innermost soul like a knife through butter and the pain was more fearful and more awesome than any physical pain she had ever known. She felt betrayed, rejected, alone. They had caused her this agony and so it was only right, she felt, that they should suffer! But what could she do to them? How could she ever inflict such a torturous pain upon them?
Jeff! She could let Jeff fuck her!
No, that wouldn't work. It would only mean my sinking to the same depraved paths that they have already sunk to . . . but then, Jeff has made it plain to me that he finds me somewhat attractive . . . that he finds my body very sensuous and alluring . . . and he certainly is an extraordinarily handsome boy himself . . . it would be easy . . . so easy . . . all I'd have to do, really, is to somehow let him know that I am willing and I'm sure he'd take the initiative from there . . .
No! What am I saying? What am I thinking? Oh God!
In her alcohol-clouded mind the voluptuous young wife sought another solution to her tormented dilemma, but it was growing more and more difficult to connect one thought with another. She knew that Jeff was powerfully attracted to her, that his cock had practically stood straight out in his pants the other day, but she simply couldn't bring herself, even in her semi-drunken state, to permit herself the wicked debauchery of enjoying sex with her own young brother-in-law! The thought that such an act amounted to incest plagued her conscience even through its alcohol-haze and so she struggled to find yet another answer, another way out of this frightening, horrible situation.
She had to win Don back! She had to bring back the wonderful good times and good feelings they both enjoyed during the early days of their marriage! Oh, things had been so marvelous then! They had spent hours upon hours dancing together and laughing together, going to movies and going out for long, leisurely walks in the woods of Pennsylvania! They had been so much in love then and so close - there were no secrets between them, nothing that they wouldn't trustingly confide in one another. Oh, if only, Sharon thought, I could somehow bring us back to the same feelings we had in those days! Oh, Don, I do love you, honestly I do!
That's it! That's it! I'll love you! Tonight I'll make love to you . . . and I'll let you lick my pussy! And I'll suck on your cock like nobody's ever sucked on if before! Oh, Don! Oh, Don, Oh, how glorious it will be! Tonight, yes, tonight! It HAS to be tonight because you're going away tomorrow on that damned business trip! Oh, YES, tonight!
Don Werner's fingers trembled around the steering wheel of his car late that afternoon as he carefully drove home from the beach with his brother and sister-in-law. How could he ever face his wife again after having spent the better part of the afternoon fucking her young teenage sister? Of course, there was no way Sharon could know of his transgression . . . still he knew! He knew how very ecstatic he had felt at that moment when he had shot his hot scalding cum deep into the depths of her churning little belly! He knew the wonderfully gratifying sensation of a sublimely rapturous orgasm inside the hotly flaring womb of his own teenage sister-in-law! How could he ever be satisfied with Sharon's reluctant love-making again?
Oddly enough, Jeff hadn't seemed to mind at all! When he had finally returned to their spot at the beach, Daisy had told him right away about what had happened - and he laughed! Jeff laughed and said, "Good work, Daisy." And then he had turned to Don and said, "I hope you enjoyed fucking Daisy!" He had obviously thought nothing of the fact that his own seventeen year-old wife had seduced his own older brother! And then he had said something to Don about free-wheeling life-styles and free-love and some other such nonsense, but Don's mind was too clouded and confused to grasp what Jeff had said.
It had almost been like a nightmare for the young husband, except that it wasn't at all frightening! It was more like a bad dream with a happy ending! It was . . . well . . . almost like a miracle of sorts!
Don knew, however, that his affair with Daisy wouldn't stop once they left the beach. He knew that he would be ready and willing to fuck her any time she asked for it. He knew, too, that it would be extraordinarily difficult for him to keep his hands off her as long as they lived in the same house, that every time he saw her nearly naked, bikini-clad body he would be sorely tempted to run his hands along the smooth warmth of her young flesh, that his tongue would be eager to dash inside the softly moist depths of her mouth, that his own lips would be desperately anxious to wrap themselves around the supple pliancy of her succulent young breasts! Already, as he was driving, just thinking about the satiny flesh of her luscious inner thighs made his cock jerk inside his bathing trunks!
Oh Christ, I hope Sharon doesn't notice anything when we get home! I told Daisy to play it cool, but she's such a damned kid and thinks it's fun to play games! Well, it won't be any fun if Sharon catches me with my finger in Daisy's cunt! Damn it all, I wish now I hadn't lost my head oyer that little flirt! What in hell am I going to do now?
Don sat behind the steering wheel, trying to keep his mind on the driving but finding that his thoughts constantly wandered to the enticingly alluring, sensuous curves of Daisy's young, smooth-skinned body. He reached in his shirt pocket for his packet of cigarettes, withdrew one and lit it with the car lighter, his fingers trembling as he guided the phallus-shaped lighter to the dangling tip of the cigarette.
"You're not nervous, are you, Don?" Daisy teased from her seat next to him. Then he felt Jeff's hand reach across Daisy from the far side of the front seat and he heard the boy's voice ask him for a cigarette.
"Unless, of course, you'd rather smoke one of mine," the boy asked teasingly. Don was confused. "One of yours? You don't smoke!"
"Oh, yes, I do. Thing is, I only smoke a particular cigarette."
"What do you mean Jeff?" Don asked, growing more and more perplexed.
"I mean that my cigarettes don't exactly have the regular tobacco inside. They have grass instead," he laughed.
"Jeff! Jeff ... I didn't know ... you smoked ..." his older brother stammered, taking a long, deep drag from his own cigarette.
"There were a lot of things you didn't know until today," Jeff replied with the assurance of a professional expert. "But now that you've taken one step in the right direction," he continued, smiling down at his beautiful young wife and noticing the way her breasts danced and jiggled as the car went over a rough stretch of road, "I thought you might like to take another!"
"N-no, thanks. I've had quite enough for one day," Don replied firmly, "and so have you. Who was that girl you were with, anyway?"
"Oh, I don't know, really. Just some friend of Todd's. Some girl he hitch-hiked with from the Grand Canyon. Nice chick though. What a set of tits!" Jeff laughed, recalling how the wantonly excited young girl had practically shoved her voluptuously rounded breasts into his mouth while he had two fingers buried palm-deep into her warmly sucking cunt.
Don shook his head back and forth, thoroughly at a loss as to why neither Daisy or Jeff had been disturbed in the least by the other's infidelity. Why, he'd kill Sharon if he ever caught her in bed with another man, and then he'd kill the guy as well! And it would serve them both right, too! But then, he knew that Sharon would never have either the desire or the courage to have a sexual affair with another man. She just wasn't the type.
Don pulled the car into the driveway, hearing the gravel crunch beneath his tires. Well, this is it! If only now I can keep my fingers from trembling! And if my knees don't give way under me . . .
Don walked to the front door slowly, trying to regain the assured composure he had lost ont the beach that afternoon with Daisy Werner, his own sister-in-law. He clutched the beach towel, soiled by the clear white fluid of his own cum, in one hand and the paper bag full of empty beer cans and orange peels in the other. Jeff carried the now empty ice-cooler and Daisy tripped happily along behind them, humming some rock-and-roll tune that was playing on the radio she held. Anyone seeing them would have thought they were a happy young family returning from an afternoon's outing at the beach. And, indeed, Jeff and Daisy were eminently happy, having both been sexually satisfied over and over again all during the lazy summer afternoon. Don Werner, however, felt a distinct trembling in his knees and a slight light-headedness from all of the beer he had consumed that afternoon.
Don touched the front door knob tentative-ly after turning his key in the lock, and pushed the door open. Silence greeted him, complete and utter silence except for the music that came from Daisy's radio, he stepped cautiously into the house, peering around for any sign of his beautiful young wife. He saw none. He inched forward straining his ears, straining his eyes. A slant of late afternoon sun splashed through the kitchen window onto the gleaming white appliances and a soft summer breeze whispered through the house, but there was no sign of his wife.
Then, the unfaithful young husband stopped and cocked his head, straining to catch that sound he had barely heard a minute ago. Yes, there was someone there! He heard the sound of regular whispery breathing ... it was coming from the couch! He stood for a brief moment, relieved that now, after all, he wouldn't have to face his wife with the terrible signs of his own guilt. It was then that he saw the empty liquor glass clasped in her hand.
He unwrapped her fingers from around the glass and took a sniff - Scotch! And the good Scotch at that! Why, damn her, she must have drunk herself silly and then passed out! God, what in hell came over her? She's never done anything like this before!
Daisy and Jeff Werner stood staring down at the voluptuous young woman lying prone on the couch as they stood on either side of Don. she was lying half on her side so that the full sensuous mounds of her breasts were straining to slide out of the low-cut neckline of her cool summer dress while one arm draped back along her side and the other crossed over her face and fell to the floor. The smoothly soft, lissome flesh of her luscious thighs was exposed to the very fringe of her nearly-exposed cuntal crevice since the short skirt of her dress lay provocatively hiked up because of her half-turned position. Jeff reached down to pull her skirt lower purposely so that he could run his fingers along the satiny warm flesh of her inner thigh while Don Merely stood in stupified shock, and a broad knowing smile slid across Daisy's face. Don hadn't noticed when Todd left the beach that afternoon . . . but Daisy had!
Don at last turned to his brother and sister-in-law with a sheepish light in his eyes. "Sorry about this, kids," he said. "Looks like we'll have to go out for supper tonight. Or else get some hamburgers and bring them back.
I ... I don't know . . . what could have happened to her ..."
Daisy knew! But she wouldn't be the one to give away her own sister's secret love affairs!
"Perhaps we ought to put her to bed," Daisy suggested to the still entranced husband.
"Yeah, yeah, put her to bed," Don mumbled as he leaned down to lift the sensuously curving body of his young wife in his strong young arms. "Yeah, put her to bed . . . "
When Sharon woke up she felt as though thunder was exploding in her head behind her eyes and her mouth felt fuzzy and dry. She sat up slowly in bed, her head dizzily reeling, her arms and legs trembling, her eyes slowly focusing in the night darkened room. She tried to remember what had happened . . . how she had gotten into bed . . . but it was hopeless.
Then, suddenly, she remembered with painful accuracy what she had done that afternoon with young Todd Baxter, how she had allowed his curling pink tongue to lick and lap at her nakedly spread cunt and how afterwards he had fucked his thickly pulsing young cock into her cunt until they had both exploded in mind-shattering, sublimely ecstatic orgasm. Yes, it had been wonderful, a soul-satisfying experience . . . but it had also been wrong, desperately wrong!
The curvaceous young wife lay back, slowly her head sinking into the softness of the pillow as if it were sinking into a cloud. She remembered then how she had jumped into her car and driven out to the beach, only to discover that her worst, most horrifying fears, had come true. The images swam dizzily in her alcohol-dazed mind . . . Daisy's slender yet voluptuous young body nakedly writhing on the beach, her smoothly soft skin glistening with moisture, while Sharon's own husband, Don lay naked beneath her, his long thick cock slamming into the rose-hued regions of the young teenager's anxiously clinging cunt. Oh, it was terrible, ugly, brutally repellent! And yet . . . the images would not leave her fevered, tortured mind but instead floated and danced around to the sensual rhythm of their lewd and depraved love-making.
Sharon turned suddenly and saw that the bed next to her was empty. She listened intently . . . the house was silent. Where could they all have gone? They couldn't still be at the beach!
It was at that very moment that the young wife heard the front door slam and then she heard the sound of their voices. They were laughing! Laughing! Laughing while she was there, heart-sick and physically ill, her remorse and guilt inundating her foggy mind relentlessly reminding her or her own transgressions and of her husband's unforgiveable carnal intimacy with Daisy!
Again the tormented young wife sat up in bed, determined to go out there, to confront them all, to face her handsome young husband and to chastise her own wanton sister!
But she never made it off the bed. Instead, she fell back into a restless, dream-filled sleep.
When she awoke several hours later, her husband was in bed beside her, sound asleep. The sound of his regular breathing reverberated like thunderclaps in her ears as his pajama-clad form snored beside her. He had never worn pajamas before! Sharon snuggled up to him, her own resolution of that afternoon coming slowly back to her. Yes, she would seduce him! Seduce her own husband! She would show him that she, like Daisy, could make mad and passionate love, could compeltely abandon herself to the pleasures and exquisite sensations of unabridged carnal lust!
She ran her long slender fingers down the muscular torso of her sleeping husband, feeling his ribs beneath his skin. She let her fingers play on his hairy chest, around his masculine little nipple, first one and then the other, before letting her hand slide down to his navel where her fingers drummed and played around the small indentation. Up and down, up and down his sculpted chest and along his side her fingers wandered, provocatively teasing him into a state of semi-wakefulness.
Don grunted and turned over so that his back now faced his aroused young wife.
She reached with both hands now to embrace his broad young shoulders, to let all ten of her fingers wander and roam over his naked flesh. Seductively they lightly played along his sides and across his back, sliding up and down, back and forth, teasing along the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Don grunted again and turned back towards his eagerly anxious young wife, his eyes still closed tight, his breathing now somewhat less regular.
Sharon knew that it would only take a little while longer . . .
Again she let her hands play along the full length of his muscularly contoured chest, and then she bent her head forward so that her lips teased the coarse hairs around his masculine flat breast. Her hands grasped now more tightly around his waist as her mouth traveled around first one little nipple and then the other, her tongue teasing their tips and feeling his rough hair brushing against the soft skin of her face.
Don was almost awake now, but he kept his eyes tightly clenched. can't. . . I just can't make love to her .tonight, he thought as he felt her hands slip into the tight elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms. Not after fucking Daisy this afternoon! Besides, I'll only end up frustrated again tonight like I did the other night!
Sharon sighed deeply. She wondered if she wasn't somewhat over-sexed, wanting him now as desperately as she did. Her mind raged in its tortured torment: he had to wake up! I have to make love to him! I have to SHO W him that I'm as much of a woman as my sister is! My cunt is already dripping wet and my breasts are aching for his touch! Oh God. please! Please, Don, you've just GOT to wake up! We've got to make love together tonight because tomorrow morn-ing you'll be gone for a whole week!
Don grunted sleepily again and turned once more so that his back faced his eagerly straining young wife. Christ, she IS hot! Listen to the way she's panting already! Maybe . . . maybe I ought . . . NO! NO, I just can't allow myself to get all worked up for nothing, not again!
Sharon was growing more and more desperate now. Her breasts shook and tingled with aroused excitement and she could feel the moisture of her own lust slowly seeping out of her cunt and along the tender inner flesh of her thighs. Her mind still reeled from the volume of alcohol she had consumed and from the tortured memories of what she had seen and done that afternoon. Why didn't he wake up? If she couldn't make love to him tonight .
But Don didn't wake up. He grunted and groaned a few more times and then fell at last into a fitful sleep. Tears of humiliation and defeat welled up in her already red-rimmed eyes and listened to his regular breathing as he lay now with his back to her, his chest heaving regularly as he slept.
Sharon tried to sleep herself. But it was a long time before her mind slipped into that weightless state of dreamless sleep, several hours of tossing and turning and wildly vivid dreams later when her mind finally sank into that peaceful slumbering abyss.
Chapter Eight
When Sharon Werner finally awoke the next morning, the mellow morning sun spilled in through the partially curtained window and made a slanting striped pattern across the foot of her bed. She could feel the crisp coolness of the morning air over her naked arms and face and she heard the cheerful morning songs of the birds outside her window. She turned her head to look at the clock radio: nine-thirty! My God, can it be that late already? How could I have slept so soundly until so lute?
Her young husband, Don, of course, had left hours earlier since he had to catch an 8:30 flight up to San Francisco. And she hadn't even awakened to say good-bye to him!
The young woman was grateful to find that her errant young sister and Jeff had already gone down to the beach and, probably, wouldn't be back until late afternoon. The house was empty, almost too empty, and awesomely silent as Sharon stumbled out to fix herself some much-needed coffee. She sat at the kitchen table, her terryrobe half open so that the cool morning air whisked against the softly supple skin of her firmly rounded young breasts and slid down the deep cleavage between them.
The disturbed young wife reached for the package of cigarettes lying on the table and lit one, her fingers trembling as she held the match to it's tip. Well, he's gone now. I'll at least have a chance to pull myself together before he gets back on Friday!
"Hi, Sharon," Jeff's cheerful voice called out from the back door. "Just came back to get some more oranges and apples. How are you feeling?
Sharon glared at the handsome youth as he glided across the kitchen and put his strong naked arm around her shoulder. She simply wasn't in any frame of mind to jostle with her own emotions that morning and all she wanted, in fact, was to be left alone with her thoughts. His bright face and cheery manner were in direct opposition to the cumbersome emotional weight she felt on her shoulders and she could hardly bear to look up into his sun-tanned, smiling face.
"Terrible," she groaned, taking a deep drag from her cigarette. "Just awful. Please, please, Jeff, go back on the beach. Leave me alone, please."
"S-sure, ok," Jeff answered, taken aback by her coldness and the haggard look on her beautiful young face. At the back door he paused and turned around. "Say, by the way, I asked Todd over for dinner tonight, Sharon. That's ok, isn't it?"
"No!" his disturbed young sister-in-law screamed so loudly that the young man jumped. "No, it's not alright. Not tonight. Tomorrow . . . Wednesday . . . Thursday maybe, but not tonight. I'm . . . I'm just not ... I just can't, not tonight!"
"Ok, ok," her young brother-in-law said qiuckly. "OK, don't get so upset. I'll tell him Wednesday or Thursday. I'll tell him . . . that you aren't feeling well tonight."
"Which is no lie," the young wife murmured as Jeff softly closed the back door and got in his car to drive back to Daisy and Todd at the nude beach. * * * Sharon Werner stood peeling potatoes at her kitchen sink, looking out to the late afternoon sun as it slowly sank towards the horizen out over the ocean. She could see, too, the lithe, bathing suit clad figures of her handsome brother-in-law, Jeff Werner, and her sister Daisy Werner as they playfully clambored in and out of the swimming pool in her backyard, tossing a large red ball back and forth between them. Daisy's volutuous young breasts danced and swayed across her chest as she jumped and ran and dove into the pool while the muscles beneath Jeff's skin rippled sensuously with every movement he made. Beside the pool, lying dreamily on the grass, lay the nearly naked figure of Todd Baxter, who every so often turned his gaze towards the house, towards Sharon Werner.
She had protested again later last Monday when Jeff had asked her permission to invite Todd over for dinner, knowing that enough had already happened between her and Todd and that she didn't by any means want to submit herself to any further temptation . But Jeff had persisted, finally persuading her that nothing untoward would happen, that all he wanted was to show his friend the same warm hospitality that he would show Todd in his own home.
And so Sharon finally relented. In any case, she thought, a relaxing evening with the kids would be a welcome break from the enforced isolation she had forced upon herself since Don had gone up to San Francisco. She had refused to go to the beach with them, had refused the night before to even go out to see a movie with Jeff and Daisy. Even if she had succumbed to Todd's seductive allure once before, it didn't necessarily mean that she would succumb again. Not if she were careful.
Her eyes now locked on the strong, muscular back of her young eighteen year-old brother-in-law as she watched him seize the ball from the pool side and toss it playfully towards Todd's outstretched young body. He caught it easily and tossed it backwards towards Daisy, who stood, waist-high in colbalt blue water, at the shallow end of the pool. The ball smacked against the shimmering water and rebounded into Daisy's breasts clasped tightly (almost overflowing!) beneath her lowcut bikini bra, making the sensuously rounded orbs jostle and bounce provocatively.
Sharon admired the supple agility of their youthfulness, the smoothly glistening texture of their young tanned flesh, as they tossed that big red ball back and forth between them. Yes, she had made a dreadful mistake with Todd Baxter that afternoon when she had allowed her passions to overrule her reason . . . and yet, hadn't it been a good thing after all? Hadn't that experience taught her how sublimely satisfying truly uninhibited sex can be?
Now Daisy was floating on her back away from the shallow end of the pool, her long blonde hair framing her face on the surface of the water like a dark sunsplash. Her breasts jutted out of the water like Twin Mountain peaks as she slid back using her arms to paddle by her sides and Sharon couldn't help but be awed by her lissome young body. Yes, she was a tease and a flirt, but at the same time possessed such a youthful vigor and a strange kind of inexperienced innocence! The lovely child was, in a sense, incapable of realizing the difference between right and wrong, knowing only the inundating sensations of her own pure sensuality and she lived only to fulfill its demands.
In the midst of her musings, Sharon was interrupted by the friendly, cheerful voice of her young brother-in-law. "Say, is there any more beer, Sharon?"
"Sure," she replied, "I think there are a couple of six-packs in the refrigerator. Help yourself."
"Say, why don't you put on a bathing suit and come join us outside," he asked, slipping one wet arm playfully around her waist and drawing her softly sculpted body close to his. "C'mon, forget these potatoes for now. There's plenty of time for that later. Come on out and relax for a little while."
"N-no, I don't think so," Sharon replied, glancing down to see his thick young cock bulging against his bathing trunks. Perhaps later.
"Later there won't be any sun," he protested, letting his agile young fingers slide along the slender indentation of her waist. "C'mon, Sharon, slip into a bathmg suit and come on out."
His voice was so lulling, so bright and gay, his face so full of his boyish, almost irrestible charm. His strong young arm clasped her tightly to him and she could smell the strong masculine aroma of his after-shave lotion . . . the same kind Don used! The young wife could feel that old familialr tingling sensation ripple through her breasts and already her sex-starved cunt was beginning to yearn for a thickly hardened ramroding pole of flesh fucking hard up into it.Oh, if only Don . . .
"Well, what do you say, Sharon? Come on outside and join the party, won't you?" the young man asked again with his mouth close to her ear and his breath blowing hotly against the side of her flushing face.
"W-well, ok. Alright. I'll just go put on a bathing suit,"
A few minutes later Sharon sat out on the cool, damp grass, her tapering smooth legs outstretched in front of her, her nearly naked torso reclining backwards supported by her long naked arms. Her flowing blackish-auburn hair draped over her shoulders as she watched the youngsters playfully romping in the swimming pool, their sun-tanned bodies glistening with moisture, their eyes bright with laughter as they swam about, ducking one another beneath the water, splashing vigorously in the cool blue water while the sun sank lower and lower over the ocean towards the horizen, giving a warm golden tinge to the late summer afternoon.
Sharon had brought out a bottle of wine and noticed suddenly that it was nearly empty - but she was the only one drinking wine! Daisy and Jeff and Todd had all been drinking beer! No wonder, she thought, I suddenly feel so . . . lightheaded . . . reckless ... no wonder that warm mellow glow is crawling through my body! Well, who cares? It feels good, so good. And I've needed to relax for the past three days!
Todd splashed out of the swimming pool and came to sit down beside the now reclining figure of Sharon Werner. God, what a woman!
What I wouldn't do to get my cock inside her cunt just one more time! God, the last time was so phenominal, so sensational! And tonight .... tonight could be just as good! Her husband's away . . . and I know Jeff and Daisy won't mind if I fuck her - hell, they'll probably join in!
Todd lay back on his side, propping his body on his elbow, and carefully studied the rounded contours of Sharon's voluptuously prone body, his eyes traveling from the warmly smooth melon-like mounds of her breasts down along the curve of her indented waist and out again along the sweeping lines of her hips and thighs. The long tapering columns of her legs were spread ever so slightly apart and Todd could see the smoothly velvet-like skin of her creamy inner thighs and the few whisps of darkly curling hair that escaped from the tight elastic legband of her brief bikini.
Suddenly, Jeff and Daisy splashed out of the water and came to lie on the grass next to Sharon and Todd. The two boys had agreed before to somehow get Sharon between them, where she couldn't escape . . . either out here or in the house later ... so that Todd could once again arouse her to the point where she would helplessly succumb to her own natural excited desires. So Jeff lay down on the grass now and Daisy beside him so that Sharon Werner found herself wedged between the two wet male bodies.
And the young wife suddenly began to feel trapped. But. not wanting to make a disturbance in an otherwise pleasant afternoon's fun, she tried to stay immobile, resting there half on her side, half on her back. Besides, she had consumed by then enough wine to fog her mind, to relax her inhibitions, to make her feel that whatever might happen wouldn't really matter anyway! Her eyes then involuntarily fell on Todd Baxter's deeply tanned young face and then she saw Daisy pressed tightly against Jeff, her fingers running teasingly along the taut skin of his thighs. Her sister's obvious desire made Sharon recall how she herself had opened her legs wide to Todd Baxter only a few days before and now . . . now ... he was looking at hex that way again! Todd was there beside her with that same lecherously lewd gleam in his eye!
"Damn, but you are some fine hunk of woman," Todd whispered and Sharon felt herself jerk uncontrollably backwards into Jeff's buttocks. "Hey, he continued, noting her reaction, "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you." and then, lowering his voice still further, he smiled, "I didn't hurt you the other day, did I?" No, the other day 1 made you feel real good, didn't I?" The young wife now felt her brother-in-law's buttocks push back against her own cushiony buttock-mounds and she stiffened, knowing what he had Daisy must be doing behind her.
Sharon stiffened yet again when she felt Todd's eager young hand reach out to brush through her flowing black hair that now appeared to be like shimmering black-gold in the late afternoon sun. Then the boy thrust his lips against her mouth and kissed her hard.
The young wife instinctively pulled away, crying softly so as not to reveal her situation to Jeff and Daisy immediately behind her, "N-no! Please! she protested weakly, "Jeff and Daisy . . . are . . . here, for Christ's sake!" sake!"
"Believe me, they don't care even if they are," he assured her laughing softly. Then he lowered his head once more to press his moist lips against hers, fixing his powerfully thick fingers on the smoothly curving white-bared flesh of her waist.
The touch of his hotly wet lips on her mouth sent an involuntary but distinct shock through Sharon's half naked body, and she shuddered, trying as best she could not to allow herself to become aroused by this seductively evil young teenage boy, trying as best she could to control the spasms and tremors through her body as his tongue burrowed into her mouth, warmly sliding in between her teeth. She could feel Jeff's naked back press against her back as his hands worked hungrily over the breasts of his voluptuous young wife. The young woman tried to squirm and wriggle away from the provocative kiss of the eighteen year-old friend of her brother-in-law, but she was helplessly entrapped between their two bodies and now Todd had reached around to clasp a firm hand on her waist, pulling her ever closer to his hotly pulsing loins.
She had succumbed to his desires before, she recalled telling herself, but that didn't mean she would have to succumb to him again! But her senses took a little longer to coordinate their defense then they normally would because of the bottle of wine she had consumed single-handed and when the boy now pressed his anxious hands to the full white mounds of her breasts, she didn't protest and she didn't pull away. She merely strained backwards away from Todd and into Jeff's back.
"Listen," Todd hissed, "if you don't want Jeff to know, then keep still and quiet for Christ's sake."
Of course, by that time Jeff was much too involved in his own pleasure to give a damn about Sharon's problems! Daisy Werner, her face pressed into her young husband's neck and her hands now luxuriously sliding down his abdomen to the waistband of his tight-fitting swimsuit, had the boy's mind and body completely occupied! Jeff, his cock jerking wildly to be free, let his hands push beneath the skimpy cups of her bra and he squeezed lustfully at the softly pliant quivering flesh of his wife's voluptuously rounded breasts.
Instantly he felt her cherry-bud nipples surge into vibrant erection beneath his kneading fingers and he could hear her breath growing ragged with unquenchable lust. He didn't notice his sister-in-law beside him, had almost in fact, forgotten that she was there at all, or that anyone else was there either, for that matter! His own seduction of his beautiful young wife blinded him to the seduction of his sensual young sister-in-law taking place right behind him.
No, Jeff felt nothing but Daisy's delicate hand drifting provocatively over the top of his bathing suit and his body lurched forward, his cock jerking hotly up into her expert fingers that squeezed ever so gently at the underside of his growing hardness beneath the skin-tight nylon fabric of his swimsuit. He didn't give the least thought to Sharon or Todd or anyone else as he reached down to hold Daisy's hand in his own, pushing the top of his bathing suit down so that her tremulous, searching fingers touched the quivering tip of his lusty cock beneath the pushed aside material. His wife's hand lit now on the full throbbing length of his still growing hardness, squeezing tenderly and tentatively at first, then eploring the full elongated length of his organ and tracing with maddeningly light fingers the slightly upraised webbing of veins that pulsated at her purient touch.
"Oh . . . Ooooooh, yessss, " he whispered with hoarse desire rasping in his voice. "Yes, touch me, stroke me, touch me," he continued, his passion crazed voice flying into Sharon's ears as she still struggled silently to extricate herself from the lust-incited clutches of Todd Baxter whose hands now searched hotly between the creamy smooth skin of her thighs.
"Oh yes," Jeff's voice droned on, "touch my cock, touch me, squeeze me, wrap your fingers around me . . . yes, just like that . . . ooooo!" Jeff's buttocks now pushed back firmly against Sharon's own softly giving ass-cheeks clad in the brief bikini. Jeff's grinding loins were as disturbing to the young wife as Todd's unwanted caresses and so she pulled her body forward to escape, inadvertently pushing her hardened nipples into Todd's nakedly wet chest!
Again, the terrible realization that she was trapped helplessly between the two boys rushed over her tortured mind and sent a shutter of impending doom through her. She could hear Jeff's gasps of passion growing louder, mingled of course with the same gasping moans coming from his heatedly excited young wife. Meanwhile, Todd's relentlessly searching hands had reached up from their exploration of her thighs to cup over both her trembling full-mooned breasts and for a brief moment she once considered trying to escape from him.But it was no use. She was hopelessly wedged between Todd and Jeff and she cocked her head to the side and glimpsed her brother-in-law Jeff's bathing suit pulled down now to his knees giveing me full access to the throbbing length of his erectly rigid cock which lay nestled in the firm grasp of Daisy Werner, his wife. She could see her brother-in-law's fingers and hands, which had already pushed her skimpy bra back up around her throat, now massaging the large succulent mounds of Daisy's breasts just as Todd was doing to her now.
Sharon's voluptuously rounded breasts gently rose and fell on her heaving chest now and quivered violently in involuntary response to Todd's softly playing fingers and slowly Sharon began to relax and enjoy the tremors of sensations of aroused desire that swept through her loins like wildfire. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her hips began swaying in a sonorous rhythm against Todd Baxter's eagerly heated loins.
The eighteen year-old lover circled his expert thumbs around the tips of her nipples, sending whisps of static electric sensation coursing over and inside her naked belly and flickering thighs. Yes, she liked what he was doing to her now, enjoyed the growing rapture that was streaming through her veins although she knew in the back of her mind that the passionate groans beside her plus the bottle of wine she had enjoyed earlier had a lot to do with her irresistible arousal. She knew now, too, that this surging desire was not directed at this particular person, at Todd Baxter, but at any man whose long hot cock could fulfill the aching void in her lust-moistened cunt. The aroused young wife recalled how Jeff had flirted with her before and how her own body had reacted with unrequited lust in return . . . and now she began to imagine that it was her brother-in-law and not Todd beside her, that Jeff's hands were rummaging at the softly supple skin of her breasts, that Jeff would plunge his hotly throbbing cock into her hungry belly!
God, Sharon, stop it! You can't go on letting yourself get completely carried away like this! You're a grown-up, married woman, after all, not a wanton young teenager!
Todd Baxter now ground his face down into the hollow of Sharon's long, statuesque neck as his hands continued to fondle and tease at the voluptuously luscious mounds of her breasts.
"Aaaaauuuugh!" she cried, now given up completely to the tremors of excited pleasure that shook her hotly trembling young body at the searing touch of his moist tongue and the teasing caresses of his greedy hands.
Jeff now suddenly realized what was happening behind him and turned briefly to see for himself. What he saw was his own sister-in-law rhythmically in the arms of his best friend, Todd Baxter! He saw her movement from the rear but he could well imagine what was taking place beyond his line of vision! His cock now jerked up into greater stiff hardness at the lust-provoking vision of his own heretofore cool sister-in-law rocking passion-ately in the embrace of eighteen year-old Todd Baxter!
His own hands now traveled down from his beautiful young wife's luscious breasts until they rested just above the elastic waistband of her low-slung bikini and then slowly, with the gentle tendernous of a loving lover, he slid his hand beneath the tight elastic strip and felt his wife's nearly naked body quiver and tremble as his finger wormed down until it grazed tantalizingly against the soft brush of her blondely curling pubic hair just above the lust-moistened entrance to her soft warm vagina. Her hand now began jerking rapidly in response around his stiffening rod, pulling the resilient flap of foreskin back and forth and then gripping spasmotically as Jeff's probing finger found the tiny glistening bud of her super-sensitive clitoris.
"Oooooooaaawwwwwww!" Daisy cried undulating her loins now over and around the teasingly searching finger. "Oh, yes! God, yes, Jeff! Oh my lover, don't stop! Oh keep rubbing my clit, keep rubbing! Aaaaa!"
While Jeff Werner was busily exploring the pinkly moist territiory between his wife's wantonly spread thighs, Todd Baxter had continued to caress and fondle the tantalizing mounds of Sharon's tremulous rounded breasts, he too tracing his hand in a provocative path down from the moons of her breasts to the flat naked plain of her belly. The wickedly aroused young wife could feel her entire vaginal area flowing beneath her tightfitting bikini panties, his finger probing obscenely at her erectly throbbing clitoris just as Jeff's fingers had done only moments before. throbbing clitoris just as Jeff's fingers had done only moments before.
My God! First Jeff fingered Daisy's clitoris . . . and now Todd's fingering mine! God, what is happening her! What are we doing like this, together shamelessly enjoying their fingers in our private pleasure places?
Sharon's mind reeled as she heard the soft swoosh of Daisy's panties coming off over her eagerly squirming buttocks, and now as she cocked her head backward she could see the dark forest of her pubic mound barely covering the pinkly hair-lined lips of Daisy's anxiously pulsating pussy which was still being explored by Jeff's probing fingers. The image created a new tidal wave of unquenchable lust to go flooding through her body and she wanted to feel Todd's fingers massaging her softly fluted cuntal lips just as Jeff's were doing to Daisy. Her hips ground up at his hand as her mouth opened to exclaim, "Oh, Todd! Yes, Todd! Touch me . . . down there . . . rub against my flesh . . . stick your finger up my cunt! All of it, I want all of it!"
Jeff heard her passionate pleading and the lust-crazed urgency in her voice only fueled his own fire to greater heights. He lodged his knees on either side of his wife's shuddering spread thighs and squeezing his obscenely poised asscheeks in lust-impassioned encouragement.
"God, Jeff, let me have your prick inside me! Oh, I want it so much! Jeff, Jeff, give me your wonderful hard cock!"
Sharon's young brother-in-law smiled triumphantly above his sex-crazed young wife. He loved to hear his own wife practically begging him like that and it was all he could do to keep from thrusting his loins gloriously forward and impaling this voluptuous creature immediately on his aching cock, but he held back for a moment to enjoy the pleading whimpering sounds of his normally cool and aloof sister-in-law as she was caressed and teased into exploding sexual arousal right there beside him on the soft coolness of the grass in her own backyard! He felt his wife's anxious hands reach between their loins and grasp greedily at the thickly throbbing length of his thundering pole of flesh and her tender fingers stroked it with a kind of lewd reverance. He could feel his own poised muscle there, throbbing between her caressing fingers and the sticky fluid that oozed from the lust-inflated head lubricated her desperately clasping and unclasping fingers.
Daisy now took the massive shaft and guided it gently up the valley of her pulsingly hungry cuntal crevice, not letting go of its blood-thickened girth until it rested enticingly between the moisture-drenched flanges of her own steaming vagina. She held its length there with one hand and with the other on her husband's muscular young buttocks, she drew him down on top of her so that his hardened organ slid effortlessly into the lubricated warmth of her vaginal slit.
Beside them, Todd and Sharon were busily working their own erotic pleasure as Sharon once again cocked her head to witness the salaciously stimulating spectacle there. She could see her brother-in-law levered up over her sister now and watched as the girl wantonly swirled the turgid head of his cock around the splayed-open lips of her quivering cunt. But soon all of her attention was called back to Todd Baxter, for now, his enormous, red-fleshed cock exposed and his trunks pulled down around his knees, he began inching up over her quivering belly, while the flat of his hand slid up over the smoothly rounded mounds of her tremulous breasts that were now as nakedly exposed in all their creamy-white glory as Daisy's were exposed by Jeff. As he brought his lust-pulsing loins up over her naked breasts and closer to her face, Sharon attempted to sputter out a protest but Todd was much too propelled by his own lust to pay any attention to her displeasure.
Now Todd's blunt, lust-enlarged cock-head was poised just above Sharon's head. He pushed his young hips slowly forward toward her helplessly flailing head, laying then the wet sticky underside of his throbbing cock between the small valley between her lips while he held her head tight between his strong young hands. He laughed softly as he watched the tortured, fright at the heavily throbbing hardness above her face. He placed one thumb then along her moist upper lip and pressed forward slowly, still clutching her head tightly, until his heavy, lust-bloated cock-head dropped slightly between Sharon's forcibly spread lips and rested against her bared white teeth.
"C'mon, baby, this is gonna taste good," he wickedly urged her, smiling down at her fear-flushed face. "It's such a sweet young cock, Sharon. Open up . . . open up and lick it, baby."
He flexed his hips now slightly back and forth until several moist droplets of his oozing cum slipped from his glans-tip and lubricated the mouth that was half surrounding it.
"Now, doesn't that taste sweet? C'mon, baby, take a big mouthful of Todd's wonderful-tasting prick!" he urged again, his eyes glazed with lust and desire for this voluptuously straining woman beneath him.
The sight of his lust-enlarged cock sent a shiver of dread through Sharon Werner. My God, it's even more enormous than I remember it being before! How am I ever going to take ALL of that in my mouth? She wanted to scream, to jump up and run into her house, locking all the doors and windows behind her. But she couldn't. The brassiere of her bikini bathing suit was lying in crumpled heap beside them and her panties, like Daisy's, had been pulled down way over her thighs. This was the first time she had ever viewed Todd's penis at this close quarters and, she could actually feel its hotly pulsing tip begging entrance to the warm moist cavern of her mouth! The head alone felt enormous pushing in through her teeth as it was, and then when he began to push more forcefully, more urgently, she thought she would certainly choke around its long hot thickness.
No, there would be no escape now. No escape from the bittersweet cock that was slowly sliding into the soft-walled interior of her mouth. Yes, she wanted his cock a few moments ago, provoked as she had been by the obscene tableau of Jeff and her sister Daisy beside her; but she had wanted his pulsing hard cock fucking her cunt, not in her mouth! This was something she had never done before, not even with Don when he had begged her to take his penis between her lips. No, she hadn't done it for him . . . but now she knew that she would have to do this unspeakable thing for Todd Baxter, the eighteen year old friend of her husband's brother!
She succumbed to the inevitable without another whimper of protest.
With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, Todd pushed her lips back, gently continuing his slow, skewering motion into her suddenly more relaxed mouth. His other hand now roamed over the throbbing hot flesh of her moon-shaped breasts tweaking the erectly pulsing nipples between his fingers until he could feel them growing into near-bursting hardness in response to his expert squeezing. Her eyes were fixed almost fearfully on his face but he knew that before long that expression would change from fear to erotic, ecstatic passion and so he simply crushed the thickly stiffening rod of his penis through her soft moist lips and into the warm wet haven of her mouth.
Sharon could feel its elongated girth slithering up the length of her throat, making her feel as if she would choke to death right then and there. Todd, in his uncontrollable lust-incit-ed state, began to slowly screw his cock up and down so that its heatedly throbbing length slid in and out of her tightly ovalled lips with an easy, rhythmic tempo. While Sharoh struggled mentally in vain against the cruel rape of her mouth, Todd continued his slow rhythmic in and out movements into it, all the way but always leaving a small section of the crimson head just up inside her lips in the hotly moistened shelter of her mouth.
Sharon lay helplessly gazing up at the glistening length of his impaling hardness where it stood out from the thickly dense grove of his curly pubic hair and jerked obscenely within the cock-filled circle of her lips like some dreadfully slithering snake creeping out from its lair in the thicket. To her side, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother-in-law moving in a slowly gyrating rhythm over the spread-eagled body of her sister Daisy, and could hear the heavy breathing of all three persons that merged and mingled like an out-of-tune symphony in her ears.
"C'mon, suck it, Sharon. Suck the hell out of it! Suck, baby, suck, I tell you," Todd commanded above the top of her head.
Well, why not? The sooner I start, the sooner it will all be over! rippled hotly through her passion-dimmed mind.
Now the young wife's lips began to nibble at the warmly throbbing cock of Todd Baxter, her eighteen year old lover, the best friend of her own brother-in-law. It seemed absurd to her, even unreal, like some fantasy that had suddenly come to life before she had had a chance to stop it. It was almost as if she had wakened in the middle of a dream only to find that she hadn't been dreaming after all, that all of the lewd, erotically stimulating events of the dream had actually occurred! Here she was, a twenty-four year old woman who loved her husband, who had never been unfaithful to him before, now deceiving him not once, but twice with the same teenage boy! Here she was, lying on the soft grass in her own backyard, helplessly trapped between his naked body and that of her brother-in-law, with Todd's aching cock slipping and sliding into the warmly moist regions of her mouth like some cheap whore off the streets! Oh my God! Oh what am I doing?
What the young wife was doing just then was choking and sputtering, until the unnatural invasion began to feel less and less alien and she began to grow accustomed to its thickly throbbing presence. The sac of his sperm-filled balls slapped lewdly now against her chin and as he continued his slow teasing thrusts into her ovalled lips, slowly she felt as if the bittersweet taste of it was . . . almost . . . pleasurable!
Beside them, Jeff could feel the burning cum churning in his balls and he could feel, too, the steadily building pressure that would bring him soon to his own mind-rupturing climax as he plunged hard, almost, cruel thrusts up into Daisy's moistly clasping cunt.
She squirmed her spongy buttocks into the soft grass below and swung her bare feet up over the backs of his knees, groaning with sublime rapture all the while. The swishing sound of his lewd male hardness sluicing wetly up into her steaming, seething cunt reverberated in his ears as he clenched his hands around her pumping hips, squeezing the softly smooth flesh until it oozed between his grasping fingers. While he stroked, his lust-glazed eyes slowly focused on the form of his erotically writhing sister-in-law whose widely ovalled lips were being fucked like a small hairless cunt by Todd's rapaciously plunging cock. He was beyond caring why or now bharon had come to be in that position, but the obscene nature of her situation impelled his own lust and all he thought of now was his own carnal satisfacion.
He continued to stare down at his sister-in-law, watching her hour-glass, full breasted body and her bobbing head with her blonde hair carelessly scattered on the ground behind her and he smiled as he saw the enormously bloated cock disappearing into the warmly clasping lips. In response, he fucked even harder into his own straining wife, into the softness of her warmly sucking pussy, pretend-ing in an abstract fashion that he was really screwing into both women at once, into Daisy an her voluptuously naked sister at the same time.
He felt Daisy's body spasm and jerk around his plunging hot instrument and he knew that it impact of her own spiraling orgasm was finally bursting through her loins and into her violently oscillating breasts. Her body convulsed as the shudder of her own lust shivered through it, rocking her hips and sending a chill of sublime rapture through it, travelling from the flowing depths of her cunt up along her belly and past her tremulously quaking breasts into her fevered brain. At the same time the wet licking sounds of his sister-in-law's lips and tongue working over the palpitating hot length of Todd's mouth fucking cock excited Jeff beyond the point of endurance and, as the final shudders of Daisy's orgasm rippled through her trembling body, he quickly withdrew from her and lurched against Sharon's side.
Jeff now angled an elbow against Todd who straddled Sharon Werner's warmly sucking mouth. Sharon, meanwhile, turned her head to the side as best she could manage with the thickly turgid rod of flesh still captured between her lusting lips and was vaguely aware now of Jeff's eagerly anxious hands kneading at the spongy flesh of her pliant rounded breasts while he grasped his cock and it circled it warmly over her writhing pubic mound. Then she saw him, saw her own brother-in-law down there at her loins and as he slowly, erotically spread her smooth white thighs apart, she felt a rush of cool air around the hotly pulsing lips of her seeping cunt.
This was what she wanted! This was what her lust-crazed mind had been dreaming about! And now, at last, it was going to happen! Yes, Jeff Werner was going to fuck into her hotly hungering cunt, just like his older brother Don had done so often - only better! Yes, what rapturous joy to have his strong young hands on her insanely quivering breasts, squeezing her nipples until they stood out straight and proud against his fondling hands! Yes, yes, she was going to be fucked by her own brother-in-law! Deep in her secret soul of souls she had to admit now that she had wanted it just as much as he had all along!
Don Werner stepped off the airplane hot, tired, feeling dirty and disheveled. He swung his wrist up to look at his watch: four forty-five. Good, he still had time for a couple of good strong drinks before going home. And then he would arrive there just in time for supper.
Don slouched into the bar at the airport and planted himself on a barstool, dropping his briefcase to the floor by his side. Leaning forward, he rested his torso on his elbows as he clasped and unclasped his fingers nervously, pondering.
"What'll it be, fella?" the bartender asked lazily.
"Uh ... a Martini, please. Extra dry and with two olives, please."
"Extra dry with two olives," the bartender mumbled, running his fingers through his curly black hair as he walked away towards the other end of the bar.
Within a few moments the iced, refreshing drink slid across the bar and Don sipped at the cool liquid as if he had just returned from the desert.
He had had a rough few days in San Francisco and now he was thoroughly exhausted God, that Joe Babbitt sure drove a hard bargain! But I think we came out fairly even in the end and I think my boss will be happy with the deal I put together. After all, it means almost one hundred thousand in additional sales for this year! He OUGHT to be happy!
Don Werner hadn't realized he had drained the entire contents of his glass until he heard the bartender's gruff voice asking "Want a refill, buddy?"
"What? Oh, yes, thanks. Extra dry -" "With two olives. Yeah, I remember." As he sipped his second martini, Don's thoughts roamed back to his home, to his beautifully voluptuous young wife. He had realized, while he was away, that he had not only been flagrantly unfaithful to her, but that last night they slept together he hadn't given her half a chance. He did love her, there was no doubt about that, even if he had fallen prey to the charms and wiles of his own seductive teenage sister-in-law.
No, Sharon was the most important woman in his life and whatever it took to get her hot . . . however patient and understanding . . . however long it took and whatever he had to do . . . Sharon was worth it! He knew how strict her upbringing had been and blamed himself for not taking the time and making the effort to convince her to explore the boundless region of her own sexuality so that she could enjoy every last ounce of pleasure that her body could give her. Yes, he vowed, it's all up to me and from now on things are going to be different between us if I have anything to say about it!
"You ready for another one of those?" the bartender's harsh, unfriendly voice interrupted Don's reverie.
"Yes, yes, I am," Don replied with happy determination. "Yes, just one more for the road, thanks!"
By the time he picked up his briefcase and walked out of the bar, Don Werner was feeling just a little lightheaded and very, very euphoric. Tonight, tonight he would get Sharon to bed early, and . . .
Sharon was now lost in the sublime delirium of being simultaneously fucked, in her wetly ovalled mouth by Todd Baxter and in her hotly seeping cunt by her own brother-in-law, Jeff Werner. She groaned and ground her voluptuously curved hips in a frantically rotating motion in ecstatic welcome to the long hot hardness that she so craved for in her desperately yearning cunt.
Jeff flexed the hot bulbous head of his cock against her hotly pulsing vaginal lips then thrust gently forward a quarter of an inch into his sister-in-law's lust moistened cunt and then he began the ages old slow fucking motion of his pelvis, his hands picking up the same lazy rhythm as they hungrily fingered the pinkly sprouting tips of her quivering nipples. Then he ground his heated young cock tightly up into her nakedly splayed loins, expanding the still cringing but hotly receptive walls of her moistened pussy until it fit snugly and warmly up inside the tightly clinging flesh.
With those first few impaling thrusts, Sharons' passion began to grow to a new fever pich and she began sucking voraciously at Todd Baxter's blood-swollen cock, using her mouth as though it were another greedily clasping cunt, and enjoying the sensations rippling through her writhing body in response to the feel of the smooth rubbery head touching all the way back against her tonsils as its full rigid length pressured hotly through her tightly ovalled lips and rammed against the back of her throat.
Oh, yes, he does taste good, just like he said he would! Oh I love sucking cock like this - oh my God what sublime pleasure I've been missing all this time! The realization of her own depraved debauchery drove her on to further lust-propelled heights of ecstatic rapture as again and again Todd's fully throbbing length disappeared between her lewdly rounded lips and sunk into the back of her throat so that his hairy, cum-laden balls slapped obscenely against her chin. She struggled to breathe now around the plunging girth of his hot male hardness, catching but small hungry gasps on each outstroke.
"Ooooooooooaaaaawwwwwwwww" she managed to moan around the lustily impaling instrument as her body was buffeted back against the softly tickling grass, her brother-in-law's quaking cock now skewering wetly into her hungrily clinging cunt while his balls smacked obscenely against the moistly upturned crevice of her buttocks. The mental image of her body being buffeted back against the grass by the twin plunging cocks of her eighteen year old brother-in-law and his teenage best friend incited her more than she had ever dreamed possible and the hungry churning in her belly was raging now way beyond control.
Her softly rounded buttocks undulated now in tiny, lust-driven cirles as she squeezed as hard as she could with her tightly clenching cuntal muscles at her brother-in-law's thickly turgid cock fucking up into her wetly straining cunt. She wanted more than anything else in the world to milk him dry, to squeeze every last ounce of his precious, life-giving cum right out of his madly plunging prick until his hot sticky fluid ran down the warm flesh of her quivering thighs and puddled onto the grass below! Yes, she wanted to bathe in its pungent stickiness, wallow in its scalding warm moisture! Meanwhile, she sucked like a crazed, dazed animal at the cock pummeling into her mouth and filling it with his hard-pistoning, virile young cock-thrusts.
No, she had never tasted a cock before - but now that she knew how good it was, she knew it wouldn't be long before she tasted the bittersweet flavor of one again! Her tongue licked rapaciously, greedily hungry, flicking against the sperm-seeping head and at the same time she drew her legs back and up as she had seen Daisy do before and locked them high around Jeff's back in wide-splayed welcome to his rhymically fucking cock.
Off to one side, Daisy had been watching this crazed, lust-incited spectacle with wide-bul-ging eyes, not believing that her sister, her own cooly aloof older sister, was being simultaneous-ly fucked in her mouth and cunt by both her husband and Todd Baxter - and that she was actually enjoying it! As she watched the outrageous tableau, as her eyes fixed upon those two reaming cocks glistening with the moisture of Sharon's lust, her own hands began to fondle and caress her voluptuously upswinging breasts, teasing and tweaking at the rose-hued nipples until they danced into throbbing erection.
Around and around her mountainous breasts Daisy's hands played as her eyes followed every lewd movement, every writhing undulation of the fucking trio before her. Now one hand traveled down along her churning belly to the moistly seeping folds of her pinkly glimmering cunt and it wasn't long before one outstretched finger and then two found the softly hair-lined fluted lips of her fire-filled cunt. Both fingers plunged deep up into the flaming depths as she matched her own elastic thrusts into herself with the nakedly writhing rhythm of the trio thrashing on the grass beside her. She was too busy, of course, as were the others, to notice the figure creeping forward from the shadow of the house.
Don Werner had come home to find an empty, quiet house and he had wondered where everyone had gone. At first, he thought perhaps they had all gone out for dinner . . . but then, why were both Sharon's and Jeff's cars still out in the driveway? Now, he thought, they must be around somewhere. Perhaps out back! Yes, that's it, they've probably just decided to take an early-evening dip in the pool before eating supper. After all, he said to himself, glancing at his wrist-watch, it is past six o'clock and if they haven't gone out anywhere . . . then they must be here!
He had first seen the three copulating I figures and the nakedly self-fucking figure beside them through the kitchen window. His eyes had nearly bulged out of his head and his cock had lept into vibrantly throbbing life beneath his pants as he watched in crazed fascination. His hands had gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that the knuckles turned white and his breath began to come in panting spurts almost right away, his disbelief and shocked amazement keeping him locked in that position lor several moments.
At last, he tore himself away and flew out the back door and it was then that he heard his own wife's voice mewling in utterly wild abandon, "Oooooooooowwwwwwwaaaaaaaaa . oooooowwwww!" from around Todd Baxter's rapidly pistoning, thickly glistening cock. Still unbelieving, he had blinked his eyes as of that would erase the erotically incredible scene before him, and crept cautiously forward, recognizing immediately the masturbating figure of his young sister-in-law, but not immediately recognizing the thrusting figures surrounding his nakedly thrashing wife.
It was like an atomic bomb going off inside his fevered mind when he realized that the young man fucking, his wife's nakedly splayed vagina was his own younger brother, Jeff! And then he first recognized the lust-contorted face of young Todd Baxter, whose massively rigid cock was pumping madly between Sharon's tightly ovalled lips with a frantic, rapidly building rhythm. Don's heart beat wildly in his chest and once again his cock began to strain hotly against the confining material of his trousers as his eyes remained transfixed on the nakedly erotic spectacle that was happening to his own wife in his own backyard!
This is impossible! It's not really happening. Only last week I accused her of being frigid . . . and now look at her! .he's getting fucked by two guys like a hot little bitch in heat - with my own little brother! This can't be happening . . . it can't be . . . real. . .
Suddenly, Don found himself moving slowly still towards the three writhing figures as if they were magnets drawing him without his concious effort. He felt himself tearing off his jacket and tossing it to the gorund . . . then his tie . . . then his shirt. He didn't know then quite what he intended to do or why he was so frantically disrobing ... he only followed his instincts and left his reason behind with his clothes. Next came his trousers as he advanced, trance-like, until he stood almost on top of the tree nakedly locked figures on the grass while Daisy finger fucked herself beyond them to the same wildly soaring tempo. Don's cock stood out nakedly throbbing from his loins, aching with passionate desire and he lowered himself to the grass.
He grasped the soft flesh of his wife's shoulder and shook her gently and she turned her head as much as she could. And then for one split-second she froze, gasping around the heavily throbbing cock in her mouth. There he knelt with his hotly pulsing manhood in his hand while he was nudging her with the other until she rotated slightly, pushing Jeff to the side with his cock still buried deep up inside her tightly locked lips.
"Sharon," Don said almost numbly, his mind raging between furious anger and heated desire, "I love you. And I'm going to fuck you now, fuck you like I've never fucked you before!"
And so, with his wife on her side between the onslaught of the dual thrusts into her mouth and cunt, Don placed his hands on the smoothly spongy skin of her crescent-shaped asscheeks, drawing them apart and inserting the throbbing blunt head of his eager penis just outside the tiny puckered ring of her anus! He wriggled the shaft around that rear entrance, feeling her hips jerk away in fear as he began to relentlessly press in.
"Hey, relax, Sharon," he urged her. "Relax and it won't hurt so much at first. Because there's no getting away from it, believe me!"
He could feel her shudder nevertheless as he skewered into her tight hairless back passage, quivering forward into the deep dark depths of her rectum while the two young boys still fucked relentlessly up into her cunt and mouth. He clenched his eyes tightly closed as the reluctantly yielding little ring expanded around his thickly pressing cock and his bulbous, pulsing cock-head popped up inside it with a sudden rush.
"Aaaaaaaaaauuuuurrrrrrrwwwwww!'' she groaned, her lips still clutching around Todd's feverishly plunging pole as it slammed wetly back into her mouth.
Don now began to fuck rhythmically up into the pinkly hugging passage and before long sensed the additional growing pleasure he was giving to his still hotly writhing wife. He knew that he had never enjoyed any sexual performance as much as he was enjoying this one - and he knew now that his wife felt the same way! And in his fevered, tortured mind he rejoiced to know that at last, at long last, he and Sharon had discovered their true sexual identities and that from now on they would fuck each other crazy every chance they got.
The pain from her rectal invasion soon dissolved into new reckless spasms of sublime pleasure as the young wife rocked back onto the twinly impaling cocks in her cunt and rectum while her luscious lips continued their erotic sucking on Todd's turgidly lunging length. New chilling thrills fluttered from her ravished loins up through her tremulously excited breasts and crashed into her mind like lightening, while the wildly rhythmic invasions of her body continued to rock her body back and forth, driving her ever closer to the mind-smashing orgasm she had been working towards ever since this mad orgiastic escapade had started.
Suddenly, there was a soft voice from somewhere close-by. But none of them could tear themselves away from their erotic work to see Daisy Werner kneeling beside them, watching with rapt fascination, her naked breasts jiggling and quivering on her heaving chest while her hand urgently caressed the lust-moistened crevice between her spreading thighs.
"This is just one big fucking happy family, isn't it?" Daisy whispered hotly. "Well, I'm part of the family, aren't I?" And with this she dropped beside her brother-in-law Don so that her legs clasped around his head and her nakedly exposed cuntal lips were pressed into his lust-flushed face. "Lick me, Don, lick me good," the seventeen year old begged.
"Holy Christ," Don muttered, his tongue automatically lashing out to lick eagerly at the warmly gushing lust-juices that flowed around moistly glistening cuntal lips. The hot lashings of his tongue sent the teenager into paroxyms of rapturous joy as she locked her fleshy tanned thighs tightly around her brother-in-law's head, nudging her warmly quivering cunt into his face. As she did this, she reached out to tenderly fondle her sister's upthrusting rounded breasts while Don's tongue flickered hotly over the sensitive little tit of her clitoris.
In front of her, Daisy's husband could feel himself poised on the brink of exploding climax as he hammered into his sister-in-law's scorchingly clinging cunt. He began to fuck into her faster, harder now, feeling his brother's cock as it plunged madly into her tightly straining rectum separated from his own cock by only the thin layer of tissue between her cunt and asshole. Jeff's hands gripped Sharon's waist hard as her body recoiled with ttfat one last lust-crazed spasm and he slammed viciously into her, spilling his hot white cum into the soft-walled cavern of her cunt, feeling the walls madly contracting around his spewing cock to milk it of every hotly gushing ounce of its precious cum.
Sharon could feel his cock bursting hotly inside of her and she knew that Todd, too, was about ready to lash out with that last urgent thrust and she could feel the mammoth instrument stretching and expanding inside her mouth while her cunt clung wildly to the still streaming cock buried inside its warmly clinging walls. Suddenly, she moaned as Todd fucked hard forward sending his cock down into her mouth like Niagra Falls! It exploded hotly as she sucked and swallowed convulsively, her cheeks bulging and deflating all the while from the enormous volume of his mouth-drenching cum.
Her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his rushing semen and then the exploding cock throbbed with one last, long jerk and deflated softly beneath her swirling tongue, Her own orgasm was only moments away now and her husband, too, was fast approach-ing his own dynamic explosion. He continued fucking deep up into the now slippery walls of her rectum, her pinkly puckered anus clingling tightly to his impaling organ, sending his blood-engorged penis deep, deep into the unexplored depths of her asshole while his tongue lashed and flicked and licked at the wetly smouldering cunt of his young sister-in-law like and imitation cock.
Each renewed lunge of her husband's madly pumping spear sent new surges of unrestrained pleasure and sublime rapture through Sharon's cork-screwing, gyrating body and the images of her lust-impassioned brother-in-law and sister swam through her fevered mind fusing together finally into one passion-colored image of incestuously ecstatic delirium.
"I'm cuuuuuuuuuming," she cried as her body arched forward as her husband lunged his final impaling stroke into her, feeling the blazing orgasmic fluids rushing like a river in flood from her vagina which still clasped tightly at her brother-in-law's now limply drained cock.
A spasm of convulsive exploding joy transport-ed the ravished young wife almost beyond the bounds of her own body as it shuddered through her groin and shivered up her spine and danced madly along the lush mounds of her tremulous breasts and then began all over again as she felt the first delicious waves of her husband's hot white liquid bursting into the heated depths of her rectum. He was sucking wildly now, his tongue tracing the outline of the moistly spread folds of Daisy's vaginal lips before swirling again and again up into the heatedly clinging depths of her desperately flame-licked cunt, and then his body jerked forward and he screamed as he gushed flowed down the crevice of her wide-splayed buttocks and pooling hotly onto the grass beneath them.
After the last tremors of her own orgasm had shuddered through her own nakedly glistening body, Sharon could hear the last wailings of her sister Daisy as Don's tongue fucked its last thrusts into her wretchedly burning cunt and her own cum spilled all over his spearing oral instrument like molten lava. Her hips jerked convuvlsively over his passion-flushed face as the "Aaaaaaaoooooowww" sounds poured continuously from her throat while her boiling cunt spilled its juices out along the smooth inner surface of her quaking thighs and down onto Don's cum drenched lips.
Sharon gazed at the family as they lay exhausted and nakedly intertwined on the grass and a flickering smile of sensual, satiated pleasure played across her happy face.
Chapter Nine
The morning sun slanted through the partially open drapes in Sharon and Don's bedroom as the birds chirped cheerfully and the cool morning breeze fluttered the curtains in a lazy, undulating rhythm. The entire house was quiet, still asleep, as that first light of day crept into the bedroom and illuminated the white rumpled sheets on the enormous king-size double bed and Sharon Werner reached a naked arm out from beneath the sheet to rub her hand against her eyes, to massage away the sleep that still clung there.
She turned her head to see the still sleeping figure of her naked husband, Don, and she turned to snuggle closer to him, her mind aglow with images of their voracious sexual explora-tions of the preceeding week that had brought them closer together than they ever were before. Yes, the past seven days had been just like the earliest days of their marriage when they had been so deliriously happy together, when their intimacy had grown by leaps and bounds with every passing moment. They had left no sexual avenue untravelled during this last week, no fantasy had been neglected, no desire ignored. And now she nestled happily against his muscular, hairy chest, kissing his tiny male nipples and letting her tongue wander at random through the dark forest that grew around them.
Finally, she lifted her head to look past him on the bed, where she saw the warmly sleeping naked body of her younger sister, Daisy. Yes, she had grown closer to Daisy, too, during this past week, and had learned at last to understand the hedonistic standard that she lived by and had learned to accept it for herself as well. A lot of her happiness now was due to Daisy, she knew, and she could never adequately express her gratitude to the nakedly voluptuous girl who slept there so peacefully beside her own husband, Don, her tantalizing young breasts rising and falling with the regular rhythm of her breathing.
"Ummm, you're up early," a voice from behind Sharon whispered. "Looks like it's going to be another fine day!"
"Yes," Sharon answered, turning to face her handsome young brother-in-law sprawled nakedly beside her in the bed. "Yes, it certainly looks that way, doesn't it?" Jeff reached over then, his hand falling onto one of the tremulous mountains of Sharon's breasts. His fingers gently fondled the alabaster flesh of that upthrust mound, tenderly encircling the ruby-hued nipple, playfully squeezing its rapidly erecting hardness.
Sharon was grateful to Jeff, too, for opening up a whole new world of sexual adventures for her, for finding the key that would open the door to her own lusty sexual castle. She had always been fond of him, even in the days when Don was courting her, but now her feelings were different . . . stronger . . . certainly more passionate ... yes, he was now like the brother she had always hoped for, warm and affectionate and boyishly charming, just like his older brother, Don!
The young wife smiled at her brother-in-law, reaching out one hand to touch the warmth of his cheek and play in enticing circles around his ear. "Say," she said softly,'T'm glad you and Daisy have decided to settle down out here. I really am."
"So are we," he replied in a husky whisper, his hand now slipping down along the soft smooth plain of her naked belly. "So are we. Yes, indeed."
"Oh, it's going to be so nice - we'll all be her together, just one great big happy family! Oh, I never dreamed I could be this happy! Oh, Jeff!"
"Ummmm," he replied in a muted whisper, "just one great big fucking happy family!"
And with that he pulled her nakedly warm body close to his and pressed his young, moist lips onto her while his cock shimmered below in brotherly love and expectation!
"Come on," he whispered hotly in her ear. "Let's have one quick morning fuck before Don and Daisy wake up."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," was all Sharon could murmur and spread her smooth white thighs as wide as she could for him as she felt her now well educated young cunt suck inward at the beautiful thought of what was to come . . .
