Sally Laurel, her voluptuous young body clad only in a very brief pale yellow bikini bathing suit, sat in the sumptuous study of the large and luxurious new home her young husband Bill had just bought at the very top of Laurel Canyon. Looking through the parted curtains, she could see the entire county of Los Angeles, seemingly spread at her feet, its pastel colors glistening in the warm summer sun. She had just finished writing a long letter to her mother back in Walnut Valley, a small town in the heartland of California's rich agricultural region where she had spent nearly nineteen of her twenty-two years. She had told her mother all about the sumptuous new home, all about the rising success of Bill's rock group, The Family Enterprise, and about the two month-long tour from which they had just returned.
But she didn't tell her mother about the gnawing frustration which seemed to grow stronger and more oppressive as each day passed.
The big house was empty now and sedmed to echo with a cruel, hollow loneliness. The young woman sighed, folded the letter, stuffed it into an envelope, then put it aside. She would address and mail it later. Plenty of time. She really had nothing else to do today anyway. Tossing her head so that her long, smoothly flowing red hair flew around her face like a flaming halo, the young woman breathed deeply and glanced at the glossy color photograph of her handsome young husband which sat on the desk just inches from her long, slender hands.
Yes, she did love him. In spite of his neglect lately, in spite of the constant demands of his career, in spite of the crowds of people who were always present so that they had very little time to themselves . . . yes, she loved her blond-headed, thirty year old husband as much as ever. The early days of their marriage, before the group had begun to become such a rioting success, had been so marvelously rewarding and exquisitely thrilling for the young girl who had come to Los Angeles seeking nothing more than some good people and some good times which she knew she could never find back in Walnut Valley.
Sighing so that her magnificent breasts danced sensuously upon her chest, the young wife got up and moved towards the door. She would go outside, get away from the thick silence of this great, enormous house, sit in the sun and perhaps take a nice refreshing swim in the pool. The past six months of her life had been very different than anything she had ever imagined. Once the group's record had hit number one on the charts, they seemed to be constantly in demand. And she, too, had been in demand as the wife of a growing celebrity. Interviews and gala film premieres and lavish parties and press conferences and promotional appearances ... it had all left her with a dizzy, confused feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. That feeling of being touched and studied and clutched at as she and Bill would walk through the density of a crowd in some far-away city . . . the feeling of being spied upon and oogled after each time she went out to the store . . . the "Yes, Mrs. Laurel" and "No, Mrs. Laurel" and "Anything you say, Mrs. Laurel" each time she went into a dress shop to buy new clothes . . .
Sally's long, well-tanned and tapered legs felt just a bit unsteady as she hurried down the stairs of the back deck. Somewhere in the kitchen was the new young cook she had hired only a few weeks before, that freckle-faced girl from San Bernadino who had been only too glad to accept the post as cook in the household of The Family Enterprise rock group. And, she realized ruefully, it was more like a commune than a home since all of the boys in the group spent more time in her home than they did in their own houses nestled down along the walls of the canyon below. At any one time it was not unusual to find them all there with Bill talking about business or about some new songs they had written.
Bill's twenty-three year old brother Stan, who played drums, was the most prolific songwriter of them all and their first big hit had been written by him. And that was a fact that he never let anyone forget. However, Bill's twenty-six year old brother, Ted, who played bass for the group, had written the rollicking song which was number one on the charts this week. Bill, the lead singer, had always been the inspiration of the group and had written most of the songs recorded on their first successful album. Sally remembered how thrilled she had been when that album had been released and she had heard one of the songs for the very first time on the radio . . . she could pick out all of the instruments, knowing the music by heart after having heard it so often, and wondered at the coincidence of so many musically talented people springing from one family.
Because the other two players in the group, Ed and Al Hoover, were also brothers and happened to be first cousins of Bill's! They had, in fact, been raised by Bill's parents after their own had died, so that really the Family Enterprise was indeed a family enterprise! And that, in turn, meant that her married life was nothing at all like ordinary married life and less like the ideal vision she had always treasured of a happily married young couple like she and Bill ought to be!
Of course, the house was empty now. They had all gone downtown to discuss a new recording contract and wouldn't be back until very late in the evening. Only Blake Laurel, Bill's oldest brother who served as the group's press agent, had stayed behind but he must have gone out because the unhappy young wife hadn't seen or heard him around the house for a couple of hours. That was just as well, she mused, for she didn't like the way Blake looked at her, sneakily, out of the dies of his eyes. Sometimes she felt as though her husband's older brother was mentally undressing her when he gazed so intently at her voluptuously upswinging breasts with those cloudy, calculating brown eyes. Like Bill, Blake had softly curly, sandy-colored hair and a square, masculine jaw under a wide, sensuous mouth. But unlike his younger brother, Blake Laurel's face often seemed hard and cruel and his eyes seemed to drill demandingly right to the core of her soul.
Sally wondered absently if she would ever really fit into this madcap, whirlwind, Hollywood celebrity life-style. She felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb, like a silly country girl confronted with the suave, sophisticated devilry of big city big-shots which she could hardly understand much less come to grips with. And, on more than one occasion, Blake or Ted or Stan had let her know that she was not quite as wild and carefree and stylish as Bill's wife really ought to be to successfully compliment his public image. It had been a great disappointment to the struggling young wife when she realized that she could count on neither the help nor compassionate understanding of her brothers-in-law, but she was grateful that lately they had been more indifferent than critical.
In fact, she hadn't wanted to go on that last two-month tour at all. God, she was so tired of those hectic one-night-stands in sterile hotel rooms eating nothing but sandwiches, drinking warm beer, watching a veritable army of people constantly coming and going but hardly ever having a moment alone with her husband until after he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open. Only Blake seemed to pay any attention to her and she didn't want that kind of attention from her brother-in-law! Bill was constantly rehearsing or setting up the hall or conferring with the sound engineers or the lighting technicians or with Blake or talking to newspaper reporters or going for an interview on a local TV show . . . while Sally merely sat in the smoke-filled, hectically crowded hotel room answering the phone or ordering up more sandwiches.
And so she had begged him to let her stay home the last time, to leave her to suffer the agony of her gnawing loneliness by herself. But he wouldn't hear of it.
"Please, Bill. I'll be alright. I just . . . can't go ... this time ... I just can't."
"What do you mean, 'can't go'?" her young husband had bellowed. "Of course you'll go. Listen, babe, I know it was rough for you the last couple of times but this time is going to be different. Really. We've got a road manager now to take care of all the problems that come up so I won't have to worry about them anymore!"
By the end of his pleading speech, his tone had softened. She was his wife and he loved her. He wanted her at his side. Struck by the warm love in his voice, Sally had at last relented, reluctantly, to accompany Bill on the long and grueling tour in the hope of being some comfort to him during what she knew would be an exhausting and sometimes frantic tour.
But, of course, that tour had been exactly like the ones before, the young redhead mused as she slid her voluptuous body onto the soft cushions of the poolside chaise lounge. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool breeze which played over the smooth curvaceous contours of her nearly naked body, rippling across her firmly rounded breasts and over the sensuous lines of her hips and thighs. It was so good to be home again, even if this mammoth house didn't quite feel like home yet, to be quietly by herself, unhampered by the constant demands placed upon the glamorous-looking wife of a popular young rock star. No newspaper reporters constantly hovering about, no flash cameras blinding her vision, no TV reporters shoving their microphones into her face as she and Bill would wade through the crowds before his concerts. Somehow, her winning smile and seemingly self-assured manner had gotten her through the hectic publicity ordeal every time but it always seemed like a miracle to the simple young woman from Walnut Valley that she survived these straining episodes with some degree of calm and composure. Bill had often said how proud he was of her . . .
Still, it would be nice if Bill could take some time from his singing and recording engagements so that they could spend at least a couple of days all by themselves, just the two of them. Even with a schedule as hectic as his, Sally thought, there should still be some time for companionship and, more importantly, for loving! She remembered those blissful days when they were first married two years ago. Then Bill, no matter how hard he was working or how late, would always find time for his stunningly attractive young wife. God, how marvelous it had been when he would hold her in his arms, gather her softness close to him again and again and again. Yes, those were the days when night and morning she would wrap her long legs eagerly around his broad young back, accepting his nakedness against her willingly spread thighs, feeling the hardness of his cunt-hungry cock fucking deeply, deeply, searingly hot into the quivering depths of her lust-lubricated young pussy, fucking ever upward into her hotly enveloping belly until she could hardly breathe it felt so glorious!
Sally took a deep breath now, wanting to feel his muscular nakedness again between her spreading thighs, to know the thrilling weight of him over her crushing her softly pliant breasts back against her chest as his hotly pulsing hardness slithered up into the eagerly clasping walls of her womb. A violent thrill raced through her belly, culminating among the softly throbbing folds of her russet-haired pussy in a wrench of lustful yearning so intense that she nearly cried out loud. Oh, if only Bill would come home tonight, wrap her satin-skinned body lovingly in his strong young arms, carry her warmly yielding body to their new king-size double bed as he did so often when they were first married; spread her legs wide and fuck her ears off!
"But he'll probably be too tired after a grueling day with lawyers and record company directors and God knows who else!" she sighed out loud, settling back on to the soft cushions of the lounge as she first began to feel the warm rays of the sun sinking into her smooth skin.
Blake Laurel, the older brother, was a very handsome young man who knew how appealing his rugged good-looks were to the members of the opposite sex. He enjoyed the admiring glances that followed him down the street whenever he passed a beautiful woman and he reveled in the many conquests he had enjoyed among the young starlets who were more numerous in the Los Angeles area than anywhere else in the world. Except for his prudish sister-in-law, Sally, he had never failed to fuck silly any of the many young women he had lured into his bed and he wasn't going to break that successful record now.
Blake pulled the freckle-faced young maid down onto the soft bed of the poolside cabana, which he himself had personally and purposefully furnished with a convenient double bed along with the usual showers and changing rooms for guests. He took a special pride in the bright red brocade wall covering and the soft-hued pink light which illuminated the soft curves of the young girl's voluptuous young breasts and hips, to perfection. He knew that they wouldn't be disturbed there -- how many other conquests had he achieved in this very room without ever being interrupted by so much as an outside whisper!
Yes, there were few women in this world who could successfuly resist Blake Laurel and he knew that the reason was that he knew just how to get to them, to excite them beyond their wildest dreams, to give them a lust-inspired fuck they would never forget. Actually, he thought, he was really doing all these women an enormous favor by treating them to such expert and erotically exciting loving! And this girl was going to be no exception. He'd had his eye on her ever since Sally had hired her as maid and cook combination a few weeks before. An American beauty rose, to use an old cliche. She had little to do most days when The^Family wasn't home so it occurred to him that she might enjoy a little of his special brand of entertainment.
She said she was eighteen, but Blake had checked her out so he knew that she was really just fifteen, even though she had a ripely budding little figure that was still slightly cushioned from her youth. He had gotten her out of the kitchen without any trouble, making it fairly clear that what he wanted was more than a recipe for apple pie! She still wore the low-cut, skimpy black maid's uniform, which was her habitual costume, in addition to the fluffy white apron that completed the outfit. She looked exactly like a full-color illustration from some old-fashioned magazine with that sensuous, thin black maid's dress, the white apron, her smoothly soft complexion and the softly curling darkish auburn hair which framed her face so exquisitely. Above the low neckline of her clinging dress he could see the alabaster skin of her ripe young breasts quivering madly as she took long, deep breaths.
Blake pushed himself down over the faintly struggling young maid's body and kissed first the nape of her slender neck, and then started to unzip her black and white maid uniform. It was easy enough to pull that zipper down along her side and he untied the apron around her waist when he reached that sensuous indentation. Now the top of her dress slid off of her smoothly appealing shoulders, exposing the lovely rounded orbs of her breasts which lay bra-less beneath his feasting eyes . . .
"God, you are gorgeous! What a magnificent little body!"
"Oh ... Mr. Laurel ... I ..." the wide-eyed fifteen year old girl stammered, turning her face to avoid the hungry command of his eyes. She wanted to run away . . . and yet she didn't. She had taken this job because she thought it would be a very glamorous experience to work for the famous Family Enterprise, especially since she had a mad crush on Stan Laurel whose hands seemed like glowing magic as he hammered so sensuously and rhythmically on the drums. But it had been Blake Laurel who had been paying attention to her, whispering compliments into her ear at every possible opportunity for the past two weeks now. And now, today, with all of the others gone, he had come to find her and invited her out to the cabana . . . and she couldn't refuse. She had heard, especially from her mother, how all of these "Hollywood types" were wild sex-maniacs indulging in constant orgies . . . but she hadn't seen any evidence of such wild debaucheries since coming to work here. And now . . . here she was . . . alone with Blake Laurel who obviously had only one thing on his mind.
Toni, the young maid, thought about the boy she had left behind in San Bernadino. They had gone steady all through high school and she had vaguely promised to marry him, after she had enjoyed what she called her "little fling", the excitement and glamor of Los Angeles which she had come to find and did. But now the memory of her last night with her boyfriend Jerry flew through her mind. Luckily, she hadn't gotten pregnant or everyone would have known that she had succumbed at last and let him fuck her. But, after all, it hadn't been too painful and it had all been over with almost as soon as it started. A few quick thrusts of his cock up into her nakedly spread young cunt and then she felt a few short, hot spurts up into her belly and after that Jerry had told her it was all over. Just like that. It wasn't quite as thrilling as she had always imagined it would be ... although it did feel good having his young creamy cum squishing around up inside her for a few hours afterwards.
And now here she was on a soft double bed with the famous Bill Laurel's brother! He was so much older ... so strong ... so devastatingly handsome . . . and his fingers seemed to sear her soft skin wherever he touched her. The young maid felt, too, a strange and unpredictable emotion simply from this powerful man's insistent nearness as well as from his hotly tingling kisses and burning touch. Oddly enough, she had never felt such strong sensations tickling through her cunt walls with her boyfriend Jerry! Not even when he had fucked his long, lust-hardened young cock-deep up into her vagina that night!
Toni felt herself beginning to tremble as Blake slowly and seductively peeled away her sensuously clinging maids uniform from her sensuously quivering body. Inch by inch it was being lowered past the sleek indentation of her waist, over her flaring smooth hips and down the long, tapering columns of her shapely legs. She hoped that nobody would stumble by accident into the cabana . . . they were all away, of course, except Mrs. Laurel, her employer so there was little chance of discovery while he was fucking her. Still, the semi-frightened young maid felt slightly uneasy but still she remained limp, unable to stop herself from trembling or Blake from removing her protective garment. It was really flattering, in a way, that this man had chosen her over all the sexy young starlets he could have had peeling their panties off for him just by whistling . . .
Blake Laurel's hands smoothed downward pushing her uniform along her voluptuous curves until it fell into a heap at her feet, feasting his eyes all the while on the smoothly creamy skin of her semi-nakedness. Now her body stood clothed in nothing but stockings and panties and her black high-heeled maid's shoes. Her darkly curly hair framed her peachy-skinned oval face and her eyes carefully avoided his. But the soft, nakedly quivering mounds of her sumptuous breasts, now free to dance in delight, seemed to be asking for Balke's hot lips to take those rosy nipples like ripe berries between them.
The eager young press agent could feel his lust-incited penis growing harder and harder, hotter and hotter as he ran his hands up the lengths of Toni's calves until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thighs above her stockings. When his hands reached her silken panties, he hooked his thumbs in the top and pulled them slowly down, exposing a gently rounded little white belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the nylon material, the dark twining curls of her sparsely growing little pussy hair with the vertical cunt slit almost naked beneath became exposed to his devouring eyes.
"Mr. Laurel . . . are you sure ... we should be ..." the young maid mumbled, sensing the strength of his hunger rising dangerously by the second. But they both knew that it was too late to stop and they both knew that they didn't really want to stop anyway! Blake slid down her panties and stockings which were attached together by elastic band snaps and now she was thoroughly revealed before him in all her curvaceous, fifteen year old nakedness. "Gorgeous . . . simply gorgeous," the young man murmured as his eyes relished the smoothly contoured nakedness of the young maid so lusciously displayed before him. "A magnificent . . . exquisite body . . . lovely!"
Toni felt a shiver run through her and began to feel slightly chilled now that she had no panties or uniform on to cover her titties and pussy. She felt so strange ... as if she was dreaming . . . this wasn't really happening to her . . . naked, ready to be sexually devoured and fucked by the brother of a famous rock star. Yet, it was real. Very real. She was sitting naked on the bed, her clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, and Blake Laurel was undressing before her rapidly blinking eyes, moving with an urgency that was almost frightening to the inexperienced young girl. His hard, lean, muscular body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds and she found her eyes locked onto the hard, upthrusting pole of his cock which seemed almost menacing. It was longer than she had expected, fire-engine red and fiercely throbbing, its bloated tip fully emerged from the thick foreskin as the sturdy vein-covered shaft bobbed expectantly and exuberantly before her astonished eyes.
Toni uttered a half-choked cry, her eyes wide open now as she stared, thoroughly entranced by the sight of his hard, jutting masculinity.
"Don't be frightened, little Toni" he whispered close to her ear, his hot breath bathing her face as he spoke. "Don't be frightened, please. I'm going to be very gentle . . . very tender . . . you're going to feel wonderful very, very soon . . . believe me ... just relax now . . . just relax and I'll do all the work . . . don't worry . . . don't worry . . . '
Toni closed her eyes and tried to remember how to pray.
Sally Laurel blinked her eyes against the brightness of the sun, her lush young semi-naked body bathed in sweat as she wiped her hands across her eyes. I must have fallen asleep, she thought silently, still blinking her eyes as she sat up on the soft chaise lounge. She looked quickly around, but soon realized that nobody was home yet. Not that she expected them to be. Likely as not, Bill and the rest of the group wouldn't be back until quite late and by then her dashing young husband would no doubt fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Oh, how different from the early days of their marriage when he was an ambitious young singer with a struggling and little-known group! She never dreamed that they would achieve the amazing popularity which they had recently found and that she would be forced to submit herself to the whims and commands of press agents (like his older brother Blake!) and lawyers and talent agents plus the constant demands of an admiring public. All she really wanted was Bill, the firm muscular contours of his thighs and arms wrapped around her, his turgid hot hardness fucking deep up into the willingly flaring canyon of her cunt. A shiver of carnal desire swept through her bathing suit-clad body and she could feel a distinct moist seepage flowing onto the silken crotch of her bikini bottom as she thought of Bill's rock-hard penis thrusting high and hard into her tightly clenching, smoothly grinding young cunt! Never once had she ever envisioned the loss of those bodily joys with her ardent young husband when they had taken their wedding vows . . . and now . . .
Sally wasn't sure that she could stand because her legs were trembling so violently so she decided to remain where she was at least for a few minutes longer although her mouth felt suddenly dry and she became excruciatingly thirsty. If only Bill wasn't so wrapped up in The Family Enterprise, in the success he had cheated with his brothers and his cousins. Lately, much to her disappointment, he didn't even seem interested in the music but bent all of his efforts towards making more and more money, playing more and more concerts, making more and more records, more and more public appearances on TV shows and radio programs. Why, he was so wrapped up in all of that nonsense that he didn't even notice the way his older brother looked so provocatively and seductively at her like he wanted to fuck her all the time . . . and his younger brother Stan was beginning to do the same thing ... it seemed like all of the brothers except Bill were attracted sexually to her voluptuous good-looks and tantalizing body!
The young wife struggled up onto her violently trembling legs and walked towards the house, her heart racing madly, her loins ablaze with rampant desire for her neglectful husband who remained, in her eyes, the world's most sensual and desirable man! She knew that there were millions of teenagers all across the country who agreed with her, but she wasn't jealous. After all, even if he hadn't been acting like it lately, he was her husband and it was her he desired above all other women. Bill wasn't at all like most men, hungering after any woman they could find. Men like his older brother Blake.
Of course, Blake always wore a look of bemused delight after one of his erotic adventures. Often he would come close up behind her and whisper softly into the young wife's ear something like "Know something? I've done it again. I've out-performed even my greatest expectations! That Wendy Wagner is really a sensational screw in bed -- remind me later to show you the delicious little trick she taught me last night!" And Sally, of course, shocked at his frank revelations, would turn and hurry away, the sound of his teasing laughter ringing in her ears.
Sally turned into the house, her mind racing with mingled images of her naked husband and his adventurous brother . . . naked bodies and lust-entwined limbs . . . dilating vaginas and throbbing hot cocks . . .
"What I need is a drink!" she said out loud to herself.
Chapter Two
Blake's chest was pressed so hard against hers that the young maid could feel her voluptuously young budding breasts flattened to her chest and her entire body was pushed back into the softness of the mattress below. Mindlessly shaking her head from side to side, Toni's mind reeled dizzily at the thought of the exciting sexual escapade she was now experiencing. This famailiar man . . . the older brother of the famous rock singer, Bill Laurel . . . nakedly making mad and passionate love to her, flushed with desire, breathing with ragged, panting spurts of air which warmly bathed her naked flesh. His nakedness touching hers, pushing demandingly against hers ... his mouth crushed almost brutally against her parted wet lips ... his tongue swirling wetly into the moist cavern of her mouth sending marvelously exciting tremors of aroused sensation through her erotically stimulated young body . . .
It was all a dream! It had to be! This was much too exciting to be happening to her! Blake was breathing hotly all over her and then all his muscular weight was on top of her naked body and the young maid knew that within a few fearsome moments her squirming cunt would be powerfully penetrated by that awesomely hardened cock she had seen jutting out from his golden forest of pubic hair. When she had let Jerry fuck her that one night, the room had been dark and she handn't even seen his young penis . . . but now, she could see the older man's clearly in all its throbbing, lust-engorged glory! Already she could feel its demanding hardness against one of her softly trembling thighs and she only hoped it wouldn't stretch her cunt too much when he thrust that mammoth pole up into the nearly virginal little hole between her thighs.
His heavy legs were pressing now against hers and he shifted slightly upwards, letting the red-hot pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against the tender flesh of her flat white belly. "Please ... do it easy and don't hurt me ... please," she stammered, searching for the courage to reveal her inexperience to this obviously well-experienced young man.
"Don't worry . . . just relax . . . relax," he panted down at her.
"Please! Please!" she begged. "I've only done it once before with my boyfriend!"
Blake paused for a long moment. Suddenly, his face broke into a lively grin and he laughed. The trembling young girl flushed red, mortally wounded by his laughter, feeling that she could never come up to his expectations of her. She shouldn't have said anything! Now she had spoiled everything! Now he would never even look at her again and would feel nothing but contempt for her youthful naivete. Then, much to her surprise and pleasure, the older man leaned down and whispered hotly into her ear.
"It's ok. Virgins, or even semi-virgins, are always more fun to fuck. You just relax your little cunt muscles and don't tense up on me and everything will be fine . . . you'll feel as good as I do when it's over, I promise. Just relax . . . relax . . . relax ..."
Almost tenderly, Toni felt her legs being parted by his leg and then the hotly throbbing head of his pulsating cock was sliding inside the narrow little slit of her dark-haired young pussy.
"Relax . . .just relax your cunt . . . this isn't going to hurt . . . it's going to feel good . . . relax it now . . . ease up ... good, that's it, let the lips open up . . . just relax ..." his hoarse voice crooned into her ear as his lust-stiffened shaft moved up and down and back and forth slowly within the moist warm confines of the young girl's seeping cunt until Toni heard herself moaning deliriously. "Oh please . . . Mister Laurel . . . please . . . oooooohhhhh!" Blake did not bother to pause to tell her that it was alright to call him by his first name. It really didn't matter what they called each other anyway. His cock and her cunt would do all the talking that was necessary between them!
Toni's vulnerable secret passsage began to sense what it was going to be like to have that fire-filled cock sliding into the soft folds of her nearly virginal vagina. Just the mere throbbing touch of it between her wide-spread legs was driving her frantic with lust-burning anticipation. She could feel ripples of exquisite pleasure tingling through veins and she suddenly realized what the word "hot pants" really meant! She wanted him to fuck her! In spite of the strict upbringing by her parents who taught her that pre-marital sex was a sin, she wanted this older man's tumid hot cock fucking into the warmly waiting walls of her quivering cunt! She needed that cock spurting out it's cum all the way up into her belly and she needed it now, before she started screaming from the tortured frustration burning in her sizzling young cunt!
Blake could sense her complete surrender to the rampaging desire crashing through her loins and he smiled silently to himself. He was introducing still another young teenage thing to the glorious joys of sexual fulfillment! His hands were moving, working steadily at the softly pliant mounds of her naked breasts and listened with pleasure to her soul-stirring moans as his eager fingers tweaked and teased at the tautly distended buds of her nipples. Nothing else seemed to exist for the young girl now except the stinging yearning in her tremulous breasts and the moistly seeping pussy that accepted the blunt tip of the older man's swollen cock as it rubbed salaciously against her tiny hair-lined slit, creating an excruciating and almost unbearable friction of flame-licking lust.
"Ooooohhhh . . . aaauuugh . . . ooohh" the deliriously aroused young maid chanted beneath the older brother of her employer. Mindlessly, Toni began to push her hips up higher and higher, straining towards a release from the fiery torment he was fueling inside of her. But the thirty-two year old man's lust-projecting cock continuted to tease the young girl's tormented, hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she began to claw like an animal at his naked back.
"God . . . please . . . I can't stand it ... I need it ... please . . . hurry," she rasped harshly, the words almost choking in her throat.
Blake smiled to himself once more. He had told her, hadn't he, that in the end her cunt would feel just as good being fucked as his cock did fucking it? And he was always as good as he word -- sometimes better, he mused! He was sweating profusely now and every muscle in his lean body was tensed in preparation of his glorious penetration. The thickly bulbuous head of his desire-bloated penis stopped its tantalizing, tormenting rubbing between Toni's soft, fleshy cunt and slid down, poised at the little pink gateway of her madly throbbing, insanely seeping vagina. Almost automatically his hads slid underneath her sensuous young thighs, drawing her legs up so that they splayed outward. Instinctively, she locked the long naked columns around his back and began to grind her instinctly hungering fifteen year old pussy up at his red-hot pole of cock flesh.
"God . . . hurry!" she cried pleadingly as Blake let his dynamically swollen penis part the sparse chestnut pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the hot wetness that surrounded the lovely little mouth of hotly quivering cunt flesh up between her wide-spread thighs. Slowly, he let his long hot pole burrow into the tiny, curl-fringed orifice, sliding easily around the warmly welcoming mouth.
He began to fuck his cockhead against her cunt, trying to go slow and easy so that she would not suddenly be wrenched from this mindless ecstasy by a brutal, searing pain. Harder and harder he pushed, but not too hard because that could spoil everything and then he wouldn't get any satisfaction either! Soon he began to feel the softness of her cuntal flesh opening up like a beautifully blooming flower around his driving hardness, the petal-like lips parting as the little hair-framed mouth between her tremulous, open thighs gave way willingly to the long hard easing of his penetrating thrust. He had slithered his lust-thickened instrument halfway up inside the trembling, almost unexplored passage of the young maid's wide-held cunt and he felt a magnificant sense of exaltation, of victorious pleasure rushing through his red-hot blood.
"Aaauuuuugh! Ah! Ah! Ah! ooohhhhh!' the young girl cried. She wasn't sure if what she felt was pain or pleasure, but whatever it was it burned like a forest fire through her loins and up into the quivering mounds of her voluptuous breasts. She felt as if she had been suddenly stretched wide apart between her thighs by the enormous hard circumference of his hotly plunging penis. Vaguely, she wondered how any woman could ever take such a mammoth instrument inside of her tiny vaginal opening! But it was happening! Magically, her employer's brother was moving higher and higher inside of her passion-slickened pussy tunnel and it felt . . . strange ... at the same time tantalizingly fulfilling and painfully wrenching. She wanted to cry out but she knew that nothing would stop him now . . . and she wasn't sure she wanted him to actually stop . . . but if only he would pause for a moment . . .
But he didn't stop, in spite of low, moaning pleas that sprang automatically from her throat. He simply went right ahead, grinding the expanded hardness of his cock straight up into her nearly unexplored little cuntal passage, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenching vaginal muscles as they rippled involuntarily around his hotly surging penis.
"Uuuuuggghhh!" she groaned aloud, hoping with acknowledged futility that he would at least cease for just a second the relentless fucking of her slowly adjusting inner cunt-walls. But Blake couldn't stop. Besides, he knew that sooner than later she would relax her ass muscles and then the pleasure of his cunt-filling cock would ripple wildly through her naked young body and she would feel as marvelously excited as he did at that moment. The tenderness of her hitherto inexperienced cunt was wrapped elastically around his churning, pulsing cock as he pushed it all the way to the tip end of her tightly clinging cuntal channel. With a loud, low maon, Blake rocked his full weight against the groaning young girl splitting her legs even farther apart and arching his heavily hardened cock upward inside of her open little belly.
He was so inspired and enveloped by the pleasure of his lust that he barely noticed the hands feverishly clawing at his naked back as he cupped his own hands instinctively onto the smooth, soft cushions of her supple young ass-cheeks, separating the already nakedly spread mounds of buttocks flesh still further and pulling the young fifteen year old maid's asshole up still tighter against his cum-bloated balls pressing against it.
"Relax your pussy . . .it's gonna feel good . . . just relax your cunt hole inside . . . listen to me ... just relax that hot. little twitching twat of yours ... oh baby, it feels so hot and tight around my cock!!!
Sally had needed those two drinks. Now, calmer, feeling somewhat refreshed, the young wife stepped outside again and walked down the steps of the back deck towards the swimming pool. A nice swim would relax her even further, drain off some of the excess energy screaming through her blood, take her mind off of the husband she sadly missed. At the shallow end of the pool, Sally stretched one of her long, shapely legs and tentatively dipped her toe into the cool blue water. Just right. Not too cold and not too warm.
She swam back and forth, going the entire length of the pool several times with smooth, clean strokes, the droplets of water glistening on her satiny skin and floating her huge, voluptuously formed breasts high as she swam. Yes, she felt better already. A few more laps, back and forth, and then she would change into something else and perhaps get a book, lie in the sun, take it easy until cocktail hour.
Stepping out of the pool, Sally shook her head so that her long, wet hair flew like dancing reddish flames around her head, the water drop in her skin shining like tiny diamonds in the intense afternoon sunlight. Happy, refreshed and calm, the young wife walked to the cabana where she had several changes of clothes to choose from. Then, suddenly she froze on the spot.
Aghast, the young wife started to turn away at the slightly ajar door. She was horrified to have inadvertently stumbled upon the wildly fucking couple right there on the big double bed. At first, she thought that surely she must be hearing things. All that wild moaning and groaning couldn't possibly be coming from the cabana. Who could be in there since nobody was home except herself and the young maid? But then, after she had peeked through the slightly open door, opening it a little wider in her surprise, there was no room for doubt. It was her husband's older brother and the young maid!
Sally turned, stunned, slapping her hand over her mouth. She couldn't see them now that she had turned her head, but she could still clearly hear their impassioned sighs and moans and her brother-in-law's cock fucking into the girl's cunt making wet, lewd sluicing sounds. She wondered that she had not heard it before . . . how long had they been in there, wildly fucking like two lust-crazed porn-film actors? She had walked right up to the cabana before she had those sounds permeated into her brain and, in fact, she had almost thrown the door open!
"Damn him! Does he have to fuck every girl he meets!" she exclaimed silently to herself. "And right here in my own house!" The young wife was angry at having been exposed to such a carnally corrupt sight at first and it was only after she had stood there for some time with her back to the mad copulation that she realized her older brother-in-law had seduced her naive young maid! Toni! That sweet, innocent young girl had been cruelly taken advantage of by that grotesque sexual adventurer, Blake Laurel!
The young wife's stomach gave a decided turn as if a thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight in there. The bad moment passing, her brain dizzily reeling, Sally turned back toward the scene of her brother-in-law's abandoned passion. Later, she was to wonder why she didn't simply flee that horrifying sight, but at the time her legs would not have carried her two steps and she felt moved by compassion for the poor, unsuspecting young girl who had no doubt believed promises that would never be honored. Besides, although she would not admit the fact until much much later, her curiosity had gotten the best of her as she watched once more the lust-inciting sight of their total nakedness and thorough involvement with each other -- so much so that they were completely oblivious to her presence.
Within a very few moments, the young wife felt her heart begin to beat rapidly in her chest and her breath began to come in panting, sputtering spurts. Blake had worked his hips up, kneeling into the young girl whose legs were now wrapped tightly around his back, and large droplets of salty sweat dropped from his handsome face onto the girl's trembling little white belly. Her pale nakedness seemed to glow in the soft pink light as she ceased all resistence, all regret and threw herself mind and cunt into the erotic task before her. She was beginning to actually enjoy this forbidden act with this handsome near-stranger and couldn't help but thrill to the powerfully stimulating sensations that raced recklessly through her nakedly straining young body. For him, it might simply be a matter of satisfying his carnal appetites -- and now, for her too, it amounted to little more than that and all that seemed to matter now was the satiation of those sexually-driven lust.
Suddenly, as Sally watched wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Blake pulled his granite-hard cock halfway out of the young maid's hungrily clenching pussy, and a new expression of crimson lust spread across the young girl's face as she began to feel the first excruciating twinges of real body-curling pleasure rippling hotly about in her cock-stretched vaginal passage. His rigid, ramming cock had been touching every single nerve-end of her feverishly clasping cunt, filling it up blissfully and completely! Her tight, nearly unused little pussy walls still felt a, few stabs of minor pain, but now the pleasure was completely overwhelming it. Above her naked body, Blake paused for a long moment, well aware of the change in attitude of this sweet young girl, then fucked back up inside her wetly flowering cunt with a loud grunt, landing on top of her with his full weight. Battered back against the softness of the mattress, Toni cried out but this time from a pleasure so exquisite that she couldn't believe it!
He had promised that it would feel good when he fucked her! And it did! Marvelously good! Sensational! Wonderful! Thrilling! And then, when he start pounding his loins against her nakedly upraised vagina in earnest, it felt better . . . and better . . . and better! Soon each thrust of her recklessly fucking lover began to send ripples sensations of abandoned passion through her boiling blood as his lust-heavy cock slammed into her open pussy with a rapidly building, powerfully driving passion that she had never imagined before even in her craziest dreams!
Toni couldn't help but whimper and moan madly now completely submerged in the erotic power and pleasure of her naked body as it undulated and thrashed against his.
It was almost more than Sally could bear to watch the divine and abandoned passion of their mutual lust. Watching from her perch at the doorway, the young wife felt a peculiar sensation throbbing in her throat so that for a moment she thought she would choke . . . and then it shifted down to her already sex-starved loins where the terrible emptiness and hunger of her own suddenly hotly seeping pussy crashed into her conscious mind like a banging thunderclap. A stabbing bolt of desire rose within her madly tingling cunt which now seeped profusely against its russet-haired outer lips. Unconsciously, the young wife's hand reached down to touch the passion-wracked mound of her pussy which lay captive beneath her tightly outlining bikini bathing suit panties.
The young wife wanted desperately to turn away, to remove this lust-inciting sight from both her vision and her mind. But she couldn't. Some unknown but powerful force locked her feet and eyes exactly where they were and she was helpless against it.
She could see clearly now as her older brother-in-law fucked into the moistly contracting cuntal passage of the young freckle-faced maid that warmly flooded his cunt-juice glistening cock with precious moisture. Making passion-provoked, grunting noises, Blake kneaded the smooth, full moons of Toni's smoothly rounded young buttocks with nervous, clenching fingers so that the softness of his juvenile flesh rippled whitely through between them. The highly around young girl was being mercilessly skewered down onto the softness of the mattress, helplessly and gloriously impaled by Blake Laurel's rhytmically fucking hardness.
"Aaaaaaauuuuggggghhhh . . . oooooohhh . . . eeeeeuuuuummmmm . . . " She moaned as Blake's face grew a deeper shade of red from the full furious rage of his desire, and he fucked into her magically clinging, wetly sucking pussy with long, hard-driving strokes. This young maid, he thought, was quite a treat after the well-worn starlets he had been used to screwing and what's more, she has as tight a little hole up between her thighs as any cunt he had ever enjoyed! If he played his cards right, he knew, this wouldn't be the last time he'd fuck the tightly clinging warmth of her hot little fifteen year old cunt, either!
Beneath her happily straining seducer, Toni was living through the most sensationally exciting moments of her young life. She knew, of course, that Blake Laurel didn't love her or even pretend to. But at this point she didn't much care about romantic love as the fire of her own lust burned feverishly in her undulating body, broiled in her blood, as she rose and fell incessently beneath his grinding, pounding nakedness. His lust-swollen, cock fucked up into the farthest depths of her feverishly sucking cunt, and lewd smacking. noises reverberated round her head as his swinging, sperm-laden testicles slapped counter-rhythmically against her nakedly soft buttocks. She could hear him above her, his voice a continuous moan, his words mumbled and incoherent, and the passion-filled sounds coming from his throat excited a greater and greater lust throughout her own lust-whelmed body.
"Oooohhh . . . eeeuuummmm . . . cuntttt . . . sweeeett cuuuunt ..." he groaned louder and louder and louder as his cock fucked wetly into her openly grinding vagina. And then he began to chant "... hard . . . fuck it hard . . . fuck that cunt . . . ooohhh . . . fuck it like a champ ... I know you like it hard . . . harder . . . harder ..."
The obscene words whipped through the passion-tortured young girl's mind as her older lover doubled her naked body up beneath him so far back that she thought she would break in two, pushing her legs back over her head so that her naked body was bent almost double on top of itself. It was a lewd, cunt revealing position and yet the pleasure swelling and sweeping through her passion-pounding body made all other considerations obsolete as wave after wave of glorious rapture flowed through her wildly straining young tits and belly. His fingers now kneaded and teased the softly tender flesh of her youthfully budding breasts and he was holding on tight, fucking back and forth rhythmically into the wide-spread cavern of her hotly devouring pussy.
At the door, her face marred by the wicked sexual torment swirling through her loins, Sally Laurel clasped one hand to her breast and the other to the tittilated mound of her thinly covered pussy lips. Her long tanned naked legs stood slightly parted, and despite the objections of her conscience, she felt herself inexorably swept up by the blinding passion of her brother-in-law fucking the tits off the maid which she saw before her blinking eyes, bolts of salaciously driven excitement tingling through her torturously quivering cunt. Her mind had slipped into another world, one without light or sound or space but filled instead with the tantalizing fires of wildly abandoned lust that licked hotly at her smoothly sensitive skin and burned madly in her desire-inflamed pussy. She couldn't control herself much-longer . . .
"Aaaarruugh . . . ooohhhh ... ah .. .ah . . . ag . . . ag . . . aaarrruuugh," the deliriously aroused young maid moaned out, feeling the older man's hotly sweating body pressed nakedly and demandingly on hers now while the tautly stretched flesh of her cushiony teenage buttocks split wide, her legs kicking straight up and trembling in midair as her cock-stretched cuntal muscles began to contract and vibrate around it with an urgency she had never experienced before. A series of convulsing tit-hardening spasms wracked her lust-driven body as the rock-hard cock fucked upward into her, pushing each trembling fold of her soft vaginal walls steadily back, massaging her internally with each slithering withdrawal. Now he was withdrawing his pistoning hard cock all the way out of her, until just the blood-swollen head remained imbedded up inside the hotly nibbling lips of her cunt, and then with all his strength and will, he fucked back deep up into Toni's now cum-hungry pussy with a loud grunt.
"Ooooooohhhh . . . eeeee . . . aaaarrrrrr-rrruuugh ..." the girl wailed, bucking madly up aginst each savage thrust to welcome the battering-ram of his cock into the steaming channel of her cunt. Above her, Blake crooned with abandoned delight, knowing that her orgasm was now beginning -- probably the first magnificant climax of her young life! Gasping for air, he fucked like a tiger into the warmly welcoming confines of the young maid's tight, cock-strangling little cunt, watching down between her thighs the way his blood-pressured cock appeared and disappeared into the greedily clasping pink aperture of the girl's madly straining young pussy as he fucked her. It was a magnificant, cum-building sight, indeed, to the well-experienced young man but each time he saw his cock fucking into a new cunt it never failed to send a shiver of extra-powerful lust boiling through his hot-blooded veins. His balls ached painfully as Toni began to grunt out pleading words of passion to him, and he knew that he was about to cum himself.
His hotly throbbing cock seemed to be boiling over with the intensity of his passion and a total exhileration dominated his mind and body as he fucked madly intp the young girl who was his sister-in-law's maid with renewed vigor. So nice to have a virgin again . . . well, almost a virgin ... so sensational to have a tightly clinging cunt sucking up the entire length of his cock as the sperm cried out in his balls begging for that ultimate and glorious release that was imminent now!
Sally, in despair, could see the final climax approaching for the both of the nakedly writhing bodies there on the large double bed bathed in soft, pink light. She stood, trembling like a leaf in the wind, knowing that one light touch of her probing finger . . . just one slight touch . . . down there, inside her bathing suit would ignite a fire in her own sex-starved loins that would erupt into mind-flashing orgasm right there on the spot. She could feel her fingers being drawn as if by a magnet to that hotly seeping spot where her sensitive clitoris twitched tortuously among the silken folds of her copper framed pussy. The lower half of her ripely mature body seemed to burn uncontrollable and her face and flesh flushed a deep crimson as slowly but surely her exploring fingers spread downward from the heat of her naked belly under the tight elastic of her bathing suit panties to touch and softly part the satin curls of her reddishly curling pussy hair.
"Ah! Oooohh! Arugh!" she cried, trying to stifle her voice as she quickly drew her breath inwards between her teeth. Her long index finger flicked at the little titty of pure pleasure down among the soft, moist folds of her pinkly flooding pussy, and created fireworks of sparkling pleasure that spread from her passion-aroused cunt all the way through the rest of her satin-skinned young body. And all the while her eyes were fastened to the lewd spectacle of wild uninhibited fucking there on soft mattress where her maid and her older brother-in-law reached a panting, spasming climax, a flaming culmination of their mutual lust as they rocked and bucked and jerked with salacious moans and groans to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Toni's entire body was filled with the glory of her orgasm, all of its nakedness curling and arching beneath Blake's orgiastically jerking hardness, her face distorted and discolored with passion as a steady, wailing moan poured out from between her slackly parted lips. She clung madly to Blake's back with both hands, clawing wildly, and dug her heels into his sides, spurring them desperately against his sweating flesh as her nakedly grinding young pussy danced upwards and gyrated in lewd, cock-devouring circles beneath him. Her cock-hungry vaginal walls clung voraciously to the rock-hard piston of Blake's cock that filled her so entirely and magnificently while wildly gushing streams of pure, animal pleasure poured through every single cell of her naked body. She was lifted to an apex of pleasure which she had never dreamed existed, an enchanted land of pure orgasmic ecstasy filled with diamond-like stars bursting in the back of her head as the pleasure-packed cock filled and fulfilled her with exquisite, cunt-wrenching, inward fucks.
"Aaaaaaaarrrruuuugggghhhh!" she wailed mindlessly as spasm after spasm of convulsively magnificant pleasure rocketed through her nakedly cumming young vagina.
The young girl's legs quivered in mid-air for a few moments and then Sally saw her oldet brother-in-law quicken his already maddening pace at the last, ramming into the young servant girl with the short hard strokes that magnified Toni's pleasure a thousandfold and brought him closer and closer to that final explosion of sperm now burning in his balls. Every sinew of his well-tanned and muscular body was tight, especially those of his arms and thighs as he too, groaned out his final cry. Sally then saw him fuck his suddenly hotly spurting cock so deep up into the wildly wailing young girl's wetly gushing pussy that he lifted her nakedly jerking ass-cheeks clear up off the mattress! The desire-tortured young wife could almost feel his hotly erupting cum roaring in thick hot gushes into the girl's tightly clasping cunt as she stood upon trembling legs watching with undisguised arousal and a certain amount of unexplainable jealousy, fucking couple before her widely bulging eyes.
Sally felt like screaming but knew that she couldn't for fear of discovery. What they were doing was bad enough; that she stood rooted to the spot, her passion-glazed eyes locked on their spasming bodies, was infinitely worse. Her own lewdly thrusting finger fucking up between her thighs into the delicate membrane of her lust-incited cunt in an imitation of the fucking she had just witnessed and through her desire-clenched teeth came a low moan as the rapidly mounting sensation of her own fingerfucking promised to give her a immediate and much-needed release. She was cumming, cumming . . . cumming like a tidal wave there in the doorway. Her flaming loins tensed to receive the flood of her long-delayed pleasure and round and round her fire-filled fingers twirled, letting the tormenting pleasure of cunt-drenching orgasm fill the darkness that had been inside her with a brilliant white light that seemed to illuminate her entire being.
"Ah! Oh! Aarruugh! oooooohh!" she panted as her entire nearly naked body jerked and trembled violently in lewd recognition of the lust-incited forces that controlled it completely now.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there, watching that salacious scene and fingerfucking the tantalized depths of her own shamelessly quivering cunt, but now she turned away. Her knees were still too weak to carry her away, but now that her final pussy-flaring explosion had shattered her loins and her strength, she could no longer bear to witness the still nakedly locked couple on the bed. She could tell without looking that his now-deflated cock had slipped out of the girl's tender young cunt because she heard the wet popping noise which signified its retreat. She felt instinctively that they were smiling at each other, backing in the warm afterglow of a successful, sexually satiating orgasm which she used to know so often herself.
No, she couldn't look. It was too much for her lust-tortured mind. She had to get away from there ... as soon as her legs stopped trembling ... as soon as the mad pounding of her heart subsided ... as soon as she could gather the strength within her vibrating body to carry herself away and into the house before they discovered her presence. She was shamefully sapped and exhausted, trembling madly, from her self-induced orgasm when suddenly a slowly crawling anger filled her mind.
Her husband, Bill Laurel! If it hadn't been for his neglect, none of this would ever have happened! If only he had lately acted more like the loving husband he once was to Sally, she wouldn't be reduced to fingerfucking herself while watching his brother fuck their maid to achieve her much-needed sexual fulfillment! Well, no matter how tired he was tonight, he was going to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she couldn't stand up! She had to have him, had to feel his lust-hardened shaft plowing deep up into the cock-hungry depths of her stil passion-drenched cunt!
Sally turned away and walked on still weak legs towards the house. She didn't see the smiling eyes of her brother-in-law which followed her exit from the doorway where she had been fingering herself. She didn't know that he had looked up out of the cornor of his eye at her from the nakedly twisted body of the young servant girl beneath him just as the sexually-maddened young wife of his younger brother was sliding her passion-soaked fingers from the satisfied little hole up there between her nakedly spread apart thighs . . .
Chapter Three
Sally's sister, Alice Rutledge, had, of course, been to Los Angeles many times in her twenty-four years, but never before with the intention of staying there. All during their childhood, she and her sister Sally would be taken by their parents to the big city for their annual Christmas shopping and occasionally during the summer for special excursions while they were on vacation. And then, of course, she had come to visit Sally once after she and Bill Laurel had been married, but that was over a year ago now, and since then her sister and brother-in-law had moved into a large new house that would reflect the measure of his sudden, but glowing success.
Now, as the train huffed and whined into the station, the voluptuous young chestnut-haired young woman wondered what that house would be like . . . probably an enormous, sprawling mansion surrounded by a wall of trees to insure its privacy . . . perhaps a luxurious swimming pool out back -- everyone in Los Angeles had a swimming pool . . . perhaps even tennis courts (Alice had read once in a popular rock music magazine that Bill loved tennis above all other sports.)
Divorced from Bob Rutledge only six months before after five stormy years of marriage, Alice was glad to receive Sally's letter a week ago asking that she come to Los Angeles to act both as a secretary to Bill and to herself, to help run the enormous house and to generally assist them all. Sally had always mentioned the possibility of bringing Alice to Los Angeles, but the now nervous older sister hadn't ever really expected the promise to come true. Now, however, it had.
Yes, it had all seemed like a fairytale from the very beginning. All the years that she and Sally had spent growing up in Walnut Valley, they had talked of moving to Los Angeles and marrying famous Hollywood movie stars, living in palatial houses on mammoth estates and having a house full of servants! Sally, of course, had nearly achieved that dream although no one would have suspected it two years ago when she married Bill Laurel. Then he was simply one member of a struggling young rock group playing small coffee houses and minor engagements as the audience warm-up act for a major group or singer, plus a few short stints at Las Vegas as the second or third group on the bill. And then, after their first big hit, came several more in rapid succession and now they were the hottest new group in the business.
Bill's picture had been splashed all over the newspapers and every time you picked up a magazine, there was Bill and his group, The Family Enterprise. Alice had secretly nurtured a crush on the handsome young lead singer and devoured every article about him and about Sally as their fame mushroomed all across the country. And now she, Alice Rutledge, was going to become a part of all that glamor and excitement, even if it was behind the wings! Still, the sensuously curved twenty-four year old visualized meeting more famous Hollywood singers and movie stars than she had ever imagined possible!
Funny, though, that Sally's letters to her rarely mentioned the host of celebrities her sister must be in constant contact with. In fact, lately her sister's correspondence had sounded strange . . . very much unlike the happy-go-lucky, carefree girl Alice had grown up with in Walnut Valley. Still, poor Sally did have a lot to contend with having Bill's brothers and other family around the house all the time, plus the constant tours and publicity events in addition to running the house. No wonder she needed help!
Alice laughed out loud at the thought of her former husband. Ah, if Bob could see me now, she mused, remembering all the times he had accused her of daydreaming when she should have been working hard in his drug store. True, she had spent a lot of time behind those counters reading movie magazines when she wasn't waiting on customers while Bob would have preferred her to be checking inventory or filling empty spaces on shelves or filing away the prescriptions. But perhaps if he had been a better husband to her, if he hadn't been so thoroughly exhausted each night and so seemingly disinterested during the day, then their marriage might have survived. He had never shown much concern with her interests and her desires, frequently commenting that women were always too emotional, too irrational, too flighty to take seriously. Well, now she would show Bob Rutledge that she could be both competent and intelligent and make important decisions!
The train finally hissed to a complete stop and Alice Rutledge stood up, straightening the dress that she had carefully chosen for this occasion. Always both conscious and critical of how she looked, the exquisitely proportioned young woman had taken special care not to appear either over-dressed or under-dressed, choosing (after long consideration) a three-piece, vested pants suit of pale yellow with high-heeled sandals. The pants were hip-huggers which splendidly accentuated the flaring line of her hips and clung provocatively to the rounded softness of her upper thighs before flaring out to the ankles. The vest of the suit hugged her voluptuous breasts while the softly ruffled blouse beneath, seductively low cut, revealed just enough of the naked alabaster smoothness of those mounds of beautiful, womanly tit flesh. She purposely left the jacket hanging open to expose her ripely swelling breasts and now, as she stepped carefully off the train, a rush of cool air swirled into the deep, mysterious cleft between them.
Her long, light brown hair hung smoothly down her back, serving as a frame to her oval, fresh-looking young face. Alice had always been especially proud of her complexion which she felt was even smoother and more flawless than her sister's. Yes, Alice Rutledge was a good-looking, splendidly built young woman and she knew it. She also knew that a face and form as magnificent as her own would be wasted in the backwater town of Walnut Valley and so had accepted her sister's invitation to come to the glamor and excitement of Los Angeles without hesitation. Here, at last, she would find a fitting welcome to both her beauty and her brains and she had no doubt than from now on, her life was going to take a definite turn for the better!
Consequently, her heart beat wildly within her chest as she made her way down the platform towards the station. Bil, of course, would be too busy to come to the station, but Sally ought to be there somewhere among that eddying crowd of people. The mere thought of Bill Laurel caused a tingling sensation to run through her quivering breasts and she wondered how she would react to actually living in such close proximity to him. God, he was so ruggedly handsome and every line of his body seemed to ooze an inviting masculine sexuality that the older sister found quite irresistible. Sally was a damned lucky girl to be married to such an attractively handsome husband! Hopefully, though, Alice mused, I'll be able to control myself when I see him for the first time in over a year!
"Alice! Alice! Over here!" a familiar voice cried excitedly and Alice turned towards the direction from which it had come. There, amongst the swirling crowd of people, stood her younger sister, looking somewhat pale and distraught. In plain point of fact, she looked terrible! Poor Sally! This Hollywood high life must be too much for her! Her hands were warm but trembling upon her arms as she hugged her older sister close to her ... it almost seemed as if she might cry . . . but not from the joy of seeing her sister . . .
"Oh Alice, I'm so glad to see you," Sally cried, breaking from the tight embrace in which she had held her beautiful older sister. "Is this your only suitcase?"
"Yes. The rest of my things are being shipped. They ought to be here in a day or two."
"Good. Well, then, let's get out of this dreadful train station."
They walked quickly outside where Sally led her sister to the waiting sports car which
Sally had parked at the curb. Once inside, she pulled out and before long they were riding on an enormous freeway, heading west towards the bright red sun just settling down onto the crest on the horizon. Sally was curiously quiet for a while and then she smiled towards her older sister and spoke in a curiously subdued voice.
"How do you like this car?"
"Oh, it's wonderful," her sister replied enthusiastically. As, indeed, for a girl from Walnut Valley, a fire-engine red sports car was a magnificent machine.
"Funny," her younger sister replied in an almost flat monotone, "I didn't really want it, you know. Bill rides in a chauffeur-driven limousine with the rest of the group, and after his first big hit he said he wanted to buy me a new car. But, really, I liked the old VW bus we had! I was . . . well, I was just used to it, you know? It's a strange life we lead now. None of us seem quite like ourselves any more."
Her sister looked so sad, so pale, that Alice reached out and clasped onto her hand. "Poor Sally . . . poor little rich girl, huh? Well, don't worry. I'm here to help you now!"
Sally smiled feebly, turning briefly towards her devastatingly attractive older sister, wanting to pour out all her troubles and frustrations, but knowing that this was neither the time nor the place. Later, before Bill and the rest of the boys came home, she and Alice would have a nice quiet drink together before a private little supper. Then, they would talk, one of those warm and wonderful heart-to-heart talks like the ones they used to have so often before Sally moved to Los Angeles.
It was after midnight as Alice Rutledge lay in the soothing warmth of her bath. It had been indeed a very wearying and difficult day for the young woman from Walnut Valley newly arrived at the sumptuous mansion of her sister and brother-in-law in Los Angeles. Sally had said they would enjoy a nice quiet dinner together, to talk over both old times and new, but Bill and the group had arrived unexpectedly early and so the meal had not been as private as they would have liked. Quite the contrary, there were eight or nine of them around the long, large table in the formal dining room, their conversations constantly crossing and intermingling so that Alice had enjoyed absolutely no private words with her sister after all.
Still, it had been an exciting experience, seeing all those famous people together in one room. They hadn't acted like Alice imagined celebrities act. No, they had just seemed like regular people, eating and drinking and talking about baseball and movies they had or hadn't seen and then there was a lot of talk she didn't understand about music and recording contracts and people whose names were completely unfamiliar to her. Alice thought it strange that her sister didn't seem to be included in much of the rapidly flowing conversation and that she didn't seem to take much of an interest in Bill's music.
Now if she, Alice Rutledge, were married to a man as stunningly sexy and wildly exciting as Bill Laurel, you can bet she would take an interest in anything which appealed to him! He had a vibrant and yet curiously subdued energy that emanated from every pore of his body and she was both surprised and overwhelmed by the sincere warmth of his greeting as he welcomed her to the swarming household. Then Stan and Ted and Al and Ed all gathered around her to welcome her, to ask about her trip down from Walnut Valley, and to volunteer to be of whatever help they could. Both of Bill's brothers shared his handsome good looks, but neither had the devastating sex-appeal of Bill Laurel. And then, later on, after dinner was all over, she had first met Blake Laurel. His handsome features were similar to Bill's, but seemed somehow more commanding and rough. But he deffinitely shared that same mesmerizing sexiness and Alice hoped that she would soon get to know this older brother better!
Now, running her slender hands along the lush wet" contours of her naked body, reveling n the rising and falling of her nudely reclining body as she soaped and washed herself, Alice could still hear Bill's deep baritone voice as she played his words back over her memory like one of his phonograph records. In spite of her deep love for her sister, she felt a twinge of jealousy crawling through her as she thought of her lucky sister and how indifferent she seemed to be to all this incredible fame and wealth, not to mention her dashingly handsome young husband! "I wonder if they'll make love together tonight, if he'll fuck her?" she asked herself out loud. "Probably. Bill was brilliantly alive and energetic all night ... not like tired and feeble Bob Rutledge when he came home from a day's work!"
Suddenly, Alice visualized her younger redheaded sister nakedly enjoying the warm caresses of Bill Laurel. Their two naked boides would be intertwined as his heatedly aroused cock fucked deep up into hte screaming, steaming depths of her hungrily flooding cunt!
He would fill her to overflowing with his white spurting cum and her sister's hotly sucking vagina would milk out every last ounce of his precious male cum juices from his bursting penis!
"Oh God, stop it!" she groaned to herself out loud as she stepped from the warmth of the tub water. The brown-haired older sister ran her hands over her large soft breasts which tingled with longing as the rosy round nipples contracted to a tense hardness beneath her own touch. As she ran the towel along the naked wet contours of her ripely curved body, she felt a yearning readiness inundating her entire mind and body and her knees began to shake beneath her. Almost against her own will, the older sister once more conjured up the image of her naked younger sister beneath the awesome and handsome weight of Bill Laurel, his long thick hardness filling her upraised cunt completely and blissfully. What would it feel like to have that ruggedly muscular body on top of me and fucking me crazy? she wondered. How glorious would it feel to have his wildly throbbing cock slithering up into my waiting cunt and spurting its cum up in there like a passion-crazed bull's cock!
The young brunette flung herself down on the bed and tried to wipe all thoughts of sexual adventure and excitement out of her mind. But it was a difficult task. She had been so frustrated for so long. It had been over a year since she had been fucked by her husband ... or any other man, for that matter. There had been no one who even remotely appealed to her enough to let them fuck her back in sleepy Walnut Valley. But Bill Laurel . . . and his brother Blake . . . now there was a pair of fine specimens of the male of the species who no doubt really knew how to turn a woman's cunt to warmly throbbing jelly | -- and knew what to do with that cunt afterwards!
Alice turned over on her back and spread her naked legs out, separating her statuesque thighs wide so that the fur-trimmed lips of her dark curl-fringed pussy lips were parted. She could feel its desire-swollen lips throbbing madly as, breathing slowly and rhythmically, she imagined that hotly flaring little cunt mouth being fucked slowly up into the rock-hard length of her younger sister's husband's cock . . .
Bill Laurel sat in the large, luxurious living room of his new house talking business with his brothers and cousins long after his wife slid out of the room to go to bed and long after his newly arrived sister-in-law had departed, claiming that she was very tired from her journey. He enjoyed "talking shop", as he put it, with them, and it was especially necessary for them to get all of their considerable problems ironed out smoothly if they were to continue on this astounding road to enormous success that they had discovered less than half a year ago after their first hit record. The Family Enterprise was very important to Bill. He didn't view it as a life-long obligation, but he recognized that it would have to be the springboard for any future success that might come his way.
The ambitious young man often mused about the day when he would amass sufficient popularity to split from the group and go out on his own. And someday he dreamed of acting in a movie . . . perhaps he would even produce it so that he would have total control over the eventual product. By that "someday" in the future, he would certainly have enough money and probably enough prestige within the industry to be able to do that. Yes, he saw nothing but bright lights on his horizon, but it was all based on the growing success of The Family Enterprise and he alone could keep the group together and running smoothly.
It was long after midnight when he finally ushered Blake, the last of the departing guests, out of the front door. He returned to the living room, lit a cigarette, and poured himself one nightcap, musing over his overwhelming success and his immense good fortune. He had, after all, more than enough money in the bank, a spacious and luxurious new house, plus a dazzlingly beautiful and loving wife. Yes, he admitted, he had sadly neglected her lately, but one of these days he would make it up to her for all the lonely days and nights she passed without him by her side. Perhaps by the end of the year he could see his way clear to taking a week off so that they could go -- alone! -- together for a vacation . . . perhaps to Mexico . . . perhaps to Europe . . . maybe even Japan . . . they could afford to go anywhere in the world they wanted to go now!
He trudged up the stairs, weary to the core from the exhausting recording session that afternoon and the lively evening with his brothers and cousins. He was surprised to find his wife still awake, sitting up in bed with a book, her lovely face illuminated by the reading light over the bed in a room of total darkness. It was like a halo, a spotlight reflecting all the alluring beauty of her satin-skinned face, of her finely chiseled features. She looked up at him as he entered and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge off the mattress beside her. ;
"It was nice to have you home tonight," she whispered, her eyes glowing and slightly tear-filled. He knew right away that she wanted something and he knew exactly what that I something was. Sally's emotions had always glowed transparently on her stunning face, whether she was happy or sad, whether she was hungry for his cock or exhausted to the marrow of her bones. And what she wanted now was him, in all his glorious nakedness, sprawled out on top of her, his rigidly pulsing cock begging entrance to the secret shelter of her already impatiently flooded pussy.
Standing up, the virile young husband stripped the clothes from his body and came back towards the bed. Sally's eyes locked admiringly on her husband's naked form, his firm hard buttocks and his long, powerful legs. But especially were her eyes caught by the long, pendulous penis which hung so provocatively from his blond pubic forest there between his muscular thighs. His big back tapered down to narrow masculine hips with a perfection Sally had never seen, even in those magazines filled with pictures off naked men. Yes, everything would be all right if only this amazingly handsome young man would take her in his arms, hold her nakedness close to his own, soothe and comfort her, then make mad and passionate love to her hotly frustrated young cunt.
Impulsively, Sally leaned forward on the bed to embrace her young husband, burying her face in the crook of his neck and planting warm, wet kisses there with a tender passion.
"God, I've missed you, Bill! It's been so long ..." the aroused young wife whispered into her husband's ear as he laughed and lay back to accommodate her eager embrace. He was really, he mused, awfully tired, but not really that exhausted. There's always a little energy left over for love, he thought, as he let his hands roam up under the silken material of her gown, feeling for the warm rounded flesh of her smooth young breasts. Already his cock was rising to a hard thickness, quivering upward into the air and ready for action!
"I've missed you too, baby," he replied, his breath now just beginning to come in ragged pants. "I'm sorry, you know . . . it's all my fault ... we just don't have enough time together ... but I'll make it up to you someday, I promise."
Make it up to me now, Sally screamed silently as she felt her husband's fingers teasing at the swollen, sensitive flesh of her huge young breasts and already a greater feeling of wetness was spreading down there between her legs as his fingers tweaked and tantalized her tautly distended nipples.
"Bill ... I love you ^o . . . God, how I need you!" she panted, becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment, more and more urgently excited by the long-denied pleasures his virile young cock could give her. "I need you naked and on top of me, darling!"
Bill rolled playfully over her, a look of pleasure-filled lust lighting his handsome features. A searing bolt of desire swept through her long-frustrated belly as she felt herself go limp beneath his naked body. His weight pressed hard upon her, just as, she recalled, Blake's weight had pressed down on their nakedly spread young maid this afternoon out in the cabana. Her husband now was spreading the silken folds of her gown to reveal her I smooth-skinned nakedness beneath, the one that had proved so magnetically attractive to him two years before and still held the same lust-fascination for him. Already the young wife could feel her husband's naked erection pressing against her soft skin as he growled a little, grinding against her, belly to belly, his lust-stiffening cock nudging hungrily into the softness of her stomach. Yes, that was what she wanted, that passion-driven pole storming and fucking deep up into the warm wet cavern of her voraciously hungry cunt!
The deliriously excited Sally Laurel no longer cared about all the nights her husband had fallen unceremoniously asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, no longer cared about all the long and lonely days she had spent without him recently. Nor did she care about the same of her [ own self-induced, finger-fucked orgasm by the! cabana door yesterday while she watched her [ brother-in-law fucking their maid. All that! loomed in a vague and foggy distnace now since t everything was going to be all right between her and Bill tonight. Soon, very soon, she would feel his hungry hardness sheathed in the welcoming walls of her womb, driving and fucking like a passion-driven piston far up into her warmly seeping cuntal folds like he had so many times before. And then they would cum, both of them together, mingling their lust-juices aound deep up in her belly, and spasming convulsively together as they dually mounted the summit of glorious sexual rapture!
His eager hands slid up and down her tremulous naked flesh, moving from her succulent full breasts to her tiny waist, encircling it and fondling the sides of her softly curved hips, feeling the satiny skin of her legs beneath his roaming fingers. Her hot lips sought his, and she lunged her fire-filled tongue upwards, as far back into his welcoming mouth as it would reach, feeling his lust-expanding cock growing ever bigger against the trembling white flesh of her belly. Yes, she was going to be really fucked tonight, at last!
With a yearning impatience, the young wife reached down between their nakedly pressed bodies to touch her husband's sensuously exciting rod of cockflesh. Her fingers fumbled toward the hotly burning shaft of his penis and, touching it, she marveled once again at its amazing girth and rigid hardness. Delightedly, she grasped that throbbing organ while her eager tongue still explored the warm moist dpeths of his mouth, their tongues flicking together in mock battle against each other as their passion built dramatically in the space of just a few minutes. She squeezed his granite-hard cock gently, then pulled the thickness of his foreskin back over the rubbery-hot head. A shiver of pleasure rippled through her nakedness as she heard him groan lustfully in response and a wave of desire seemed to pass between their two young naked bodies there on the bed. Shifting and arching her body beneath her husband, Sally rubbed the softly curling tendrils of her copper-colored pussy hair against the turgid length of Bill's penis until she could feel the blood-red head throb heavily up against the lust-drenched slit of her straining little cunt mouth. Slowly, she pulled her lust-encircling fingers downward and the thick, bulbous head reappeared, touching teasingly the wet slit of her long-neglected cunt.
Bill, by this time, was almost more excited than he could bear. His cock seemed like it was on fire with the red-hot blood of his desire as he moved his hands downward, harshly cupping his wife's softly supple buttocks so that the pliant flesh rippled through his fingers. With a groan, he pulled her upwards, lifting her womanly hips and legs up from the soft mattress. Then the young husband pulled back to position hsi hotly pulsing penis so that it would fuck easily up into the widespread opening of his wife's hungrily waiting pussy.
Twice, his eagerly thrusting cock slipped against the desire-slickened lips surrounding her hard little clitoris, causing the young redhead to wail with an animalistic cry that smashed through the still night air until she felt the blood-bloated instrument pressing bluntly up against the wet elastic opening of her passion-seeping vagina. Now . . . any second now ... it would fill her . . . fuck far up into her warmly welcoming cunt and lift he to the very uppermost heights of sublime ecstasy!
But the intensely aroused young wife was wrong. For just at that moment, her husband pulled back, leaving her sizzling cunt yearning for fulfillment.
"Listen, babe," her husband panted. "Let's try something ... a little different tonight . . . ok?"
Sally was beside herself with the heated arousal raging uncontrollably through her frustration-wracked young body. Finally, after weeks and weeks of neglect, he had succeeded in arousing her fiercest passions, her most intense desires, had brought her just to the brink of brilliant fulfillment . . . and then he had taken his pleasure-hardened young cock away from her madly simmering cunt! Just as she was ready to flex her cunt walls inward and suck his powerfully plunging shaft of passion all the way up into her soft-walled womb, he had withdrawn it and the young wife felt as if she were precariously suspended over a deep abyss of destruction and about to plunge headlong into its darrk, forbidding depths.
"Yes . . . anything . . . anything at all ... only for God's sake, hurry!" she cried. "Hurry, my darling! I can't stand it much longer!"
Bill Laurel smiled. Yes, he recalled, that was one of the reasons he had married Sally. She was without question the most passionate and responsive women it had ever been his pleasure to fuck. Sure, he had enjoyed a good taste of cunt when he was on the road without her, when his desires and frustrations had built up to the bursting point. There were always plenty of young, fresh-faced teenage girls hanging around rock concerts to choose from, eager and flattering and exceptionally willing. But none of those one-night-stands had ever proved to be as remarkably satisfying as his lust-driven young wife!
Bill shifted his body upside down so that his knees were straddling her head, so that his mouth hovered directly over the madly tingling furrow of her cunt while his cock dangled hard in front of her face, its blunt, blood-filled tip, madly throbbing only inches above her luscious lips. His words seemed to crash into her fevered mind like thunder.
"I want you to suck me, baby . . . while I lick your cunt," he whispered hoarsely.
"What?" His cock bobbed maddeningly in front of her eyes, actually stroking her on the nose once or twice, and although she would never have considered such a crazy and incredible feat before, now her lust had risen to such a fever-pitch that she felt compelled to do anything to satiate her desire. He had asked her to suck his cock before . . . and asked to lick her cunt . . . but she had always put him off with a vague promise of surrendering to his demands at some distant future date. And now that date had arrived. Her previous reluctance didn't seem to weigh at all on her conscience now so overwhelmed was the young wife by the demanding passion spiraling madly through her hotly boiling blood.
She was just ready to ask him to be patient with her, to explain once again that she had never done anything like this before. However, her words were strangled back into her throat as the bulbous head of her husband's cock descended and plunged between her lusciously ovaled young lips. At the same time, she felt a shooting spark of fire burn through her anxiously quivering loins as her husband's tongue lunged out wetly at the taut little titty of her sensitive pink clitoris.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned sensuously around his cock slipping relentlessly into the warm moist cavern of her eagerly accomodating mouth.
"That's it ... come on, baby . . . suck at it for me . . . " his panting voice cajoled as his hands gripped her softly fleshy thighs and spread them further apart so that the wet plane of her cunt was fully exposed to his eager young gaze. He listened with pleasure to his wife's muffled cries of intensely rising passion as he continued to lick with his nakedly flicking tongue at her pinkly spread pussy lips, sinking the fire-filled tip of it into the lust-drenched flesh of her hotly quivering cunt mouth. The young husband reveled in the cock-hardening taste and odor of her lust-lubricated pussy slit as he felt his long hot hardness sinking into the deepest regions of her searingly enveloping mouth.
Sally had moaned out in the fiery passion of her arousal as the smooth rubbery head of his sinking shaft quivering inward, straining her lips wider and wider apart as the full rigid pole began to slide toward the back of her throat. Quickly, the young wife swallowed while she was still able, before the massive thickness of his slithering cock-head cut off her breathing completely. As if to accommodate her fear, he withdrew slightly and she began to gulp desperately for air.
"It'll be ok ... you'll get used to it ... just take it easy," he cajoled, taking his wetly glistening face from between her widespread thighs for a moment. And she knew he was right. Already she could feel a wave of exciting sensation tingling through her luscious breasts and culminating in a fiery flicker of carnal lust in her marble-hard little nipples. Soon he was fucking in and out of her widely ovalled lips with smooth, even strokes as his tongue slid easily in and out of her burning hot cunt in a matching tempo.
Surprisingly, his cock soon began to feel warm and nice inside of her mouth, and when it struck back hard at her throat, she started to graon with the exquisite pleasure of it. Meanwhile, her helplessly aroused pussy seemed to be scorched beyond repair by the heat of his tongue which licked and slaved at the silk-soft flesh, searching and probing with eager intensity until it once again found the lust-sensitive nipple of her clitoris. Another bolt of lightning-like passion curled through her straining loins then as his teeth fastened around the rigid little vaginal tit while his tongue tantalized the hotly trapped little miniature penis maddeningly.
"Aaaarrruuugh," came another stifled cry from her lips locked so tightly around his passion-plunging cock and she could hear his own cries of impassioned pleasure mingling with her own in the still night air of the enormous bedroom. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his lust, the young husband's wife began to twist her hips upwards to meet every lunge of his passion-propelled tongue while he tantalizingly fucked it in and out of the hot slippery walls of her cock-hungry cunt. Meanwhile, her wide-open mouth continued to receive the powerful plunges of her husband's inwardly fucking cock with growing pleasure.
God, how she wanted that beautiful cock of his fucking far up inside of her cunt! How long she had dreamed of this night and now she had only his spearing hot tongue to induce her to orgasm! It would never work . . . she could never be brought to that peak of glory by the imitation-cock now slithering aorund among the lust-moistened folds of her fiery vagina! The tremors wracking her naked body were incredible and her thighs closed tightly around his face to pull his maddening tongue farther up into the voraciously greedy depths of her smoldering cuntal canal. Her entire body begged to cum as her pelvis arched up against his chest, her firm, full breasts dancing lewdly upon her chest while his sperm-filled cock expanded a little more each time it fucked down into her hungrily devouring mouth, stretching and pulling against its own taut skin.
Sally could tell that Bill was becoming more and more excited with each passion-passing moment, as she could feel the softness of his testicles swelling and filling with his hotly building semen as they slapped rhythmically down against her nose and forehead. Eagerly, she wrapped her lips around his hotly plunging hardness while her tongue teased lewd little cirlcles around its blunt, bulbous head. Bill thought he would go mad from the divine sensations of excitement tremoring through his entire body. His beautiful young wife may never before have taken a cock into her mouth, but by God she sure knew how to suck on it once it was there! She actually enjoyed the bittersweet taste of his hotly pulsing manhood! At last he had shattered both her defenses and her reluctance to raise her -- and, incidentally, himself -- to a whole new elevated plane of sexual pleasure! Those soft, full lips of hers created a buffering cushion each time he fucked in and out of the moist depths of her mouth. Yes, there seemed to be just the right amount of space inside for his deeply invading cock, unlike some of those girls on the road who just didn't seem to be able to take all of his fully hardened penis into their hungry mouths.
"Oh God . . . yes," he moaned."Yes . . . suck it just like that . . . baby, you're wonderful . . . magnificent . . . oooohhhhh! Yes, just like that! Suck! Oh suck it, baby!" he panted heavily as the rigid pole of flesh thudded against the back of his redheaded young wife's feverishly working mouth.
Meanwhile, Bill was basking in the sweet aroma of her dilating cunt which now contracted spasmodically around his lust-plunging tongue. He could feel her soft-fleshed cunt walls closing around it with a renewed greedy hunger as she ground her lust-lubricated cunt against his eagerly questing mouth with a fiery, fervent passion and he could hear her trying to moan around his cock whenever she felt the torrid tip of his tongue curling lasciviously down into the madly clasping opening of her wildly throbbing cunt. The young husband reveled in the feel of her warm soft cuntal folds, in the way the fluted edges of her cunt mouth nibbled greedily at the relentlessly dipping lingual organ as he rammed it headlong into the inwardly sucking little passage.
Sally knew that her tongue-filled pussy was going to burst into a wildly cumming climax at any moment. It was there, right in front of her, ready to release her hotly burning passions in a spiraling tower of flames. It seemed to her as if her hands and fingers and feet and toes were stretching, reaching towards that glorious climax of all her fiery passions . . . she was nearly there . . . nearly there . . . precariously poised on the very brink . . .
And then, like a sudden thunderstorm, it hit her with devastating fury. Her whole body seemed to be shaken like a curling whiplash, spasm after spasm of glorious pleasure rippling through her naked flesh as her cunt began to explode madly and contract wildly ; round her husband's rhythmically fucking tongje, eagerly sucking all of it deep up into the desperately convulsing well of her cunt. Her sensual red mouth closed even morre tightly around his passion-driven cock as it fucked relentlessly into her roundly ovaled mouth like it was another smooth, hairless little pussy. Her hands were clutched tightly around his slender masculine hips, her fingers digging almost painfully into his rapidly flexing ass-cheeks to pull his cock deeper into her throat, as her loins screamed upwards against his face in the furious release of her blissful, mind-blinding orgasm.
It was in the midst of this shattering explosion of lust that Sally heard her husband cry out. "Aaarrruuuugh!" It was starting now for him as well. It was coming much more rapidly than he had expected, too, he thought, a burning, building pleasure from a sacred spot deep in his churning balls. His swinging testicles lurched heavily and smashed Sally's nose flat beneath them, releasing thier fiery sperm in a flame-devouring journey through his jerking, pumping cock. He started fucking harder into his wife's mouth with short, rapid strokes, mindful of the brave little gurgling sounds that she was making to take it down beyond her tonsils. All the impassioned young husband could hear was his own inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that shook his entire naked body, spinning him around and making him cry out with its acute explosive force.
His hands grasped the soft flesh of her tremulous thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her tremulous thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as she voluntarily forced her head and mouth upward to meet his stream of thickly flowing semen. His exploding cock soared back to the base of her throat as it continued to spurt out its hot white liquid in never-ending streams, filling her mouth completely with the erupting juices of his lust. He saw her cheeks billow and hollow as she madly gulped down the thick white pungency of his sperm, milking his ejaculating organ of the very last ounces of that precious, life-giving liquid, until it began to trickle down her chin in thin white rivulets of expended lust.
Finally, as the last dregs of the startlingly acute rapture waned in his naked body and his rapidly deflating cock began to slide from Sally's slack, semen-glistening mouth, Bill rolled over to lie, panting heavily, beside his satiated wife.
It had been a long time since they had enjoyed such excited and mutually fulfilling sex together, he mused. And, he realized, it was primarily his fault. Oh sure, there had been the occasional night when Sally didn't feel well or simply didn't desire his cock, but those were far fewer than the nights he came home thoroughly exhausted and fell immediately asleep before they had even talked about the day's events much less made passionate love with each other! He excused himself by saying silently that tours were trying and difficult experiences for a musical group, a twenty-four hour a day job which never seemed to end as they went from one place to another, performing perhaps as many as nine concerts in seven days. And when the group was home in Los Angeles, it wasn't much better. Rehearsals, recordings, television appearances, publicity functions . . . somehow, it never seemed to end. But it was all necessary to the group's success and so he had been willing to make the sacrifice. Well, he would think about all that tomorrow . . . suddenly, a heavy weight seemed to descend upon his body, closing his eyes almost against his will . . .
Sally lay stunned next to her naked husband for a few moments. Never in her entire twenty-two years had she experienced such a devastating and completely fulfilling climax. She could still taste the warm, delicious strangeness of his semen on her tongue and in her throat and felt its drying strands upon her glistening chin. She felt dazed, warm, glowing with the after-pleasure of mind-shattering orgasm and she could still feel little tremors of rapture rippling through her naked body, teasing the moist nakedness of her flesh.
At last, she had gotten what she wanted! She could forgive her handsome young husband anything now that he had satisfied her so utterly with that heavenly swirling, cunt-bursting tongue of his! She had never dreamed that oral sex could be so overwhelmingly pleasurable and she scolded herself, teasingly, for having resisted it before. All of her impatient frustration had been swept away magnificently and she felt a new and tenderly glowing love for the man who had delivered such sublime pleasure to her long-neglected young body.
The ecstatic young wife turned to her husband, planting her luscious lips on the hairy flesh of his chest, her tongue flicking put to tease circles around his masculine little nipples. God, now she would make him fuck her tits off like his older brother had done to their fifteen year old maid that afternoon!
But Bill had already fallen asleep . . .
Chapter Four
Sally Laurel stood under the hot, needle-like jets of her shower, enjoying the warm massaging effect of the water on her silky smooth skin. Lazily, she let her soapy hands run along the sleek lines of her sumptious body, down her sides and over her flaring smooth hips, then down along her fleshy thighs and back up over the rounded smooth contours of her huge, voluptuously curved breasts. It was a lovely body, she thought, well formed and well care-for, and yet it seemed like a wasted garden to the young wife.
It had been over a week now since that magnificant night of sexual discovery and dual oral gratification with her handsome young husband, Bill. Since then, he had come home every evening, exhausted from the day's work, enjoyed a nightcap with his wife and then he had immediately fallen asleep, often with apologies about his lack of enthusiasm for sexual performance. But his excuses and apologies didn't fill that burning ache in her neglected vagina, didn't satiate the feverish desire that boiled through her blood every time she saw his naked body approaching their bed. His charm and good-looks didn't serve to assuage that sexual excitement churning deep within her loins and she found herself beginning to resent him for his neglent of her physical needs.
And today would be just like all of those wretched days which had preceeded it. Bill would be rehearsing all day with the band and probably wouldn't be home until later in the evening. In the meantime, she had an appointment with her private hairdresser, who would arrive at the house within half an hour. Afterwards, a reporter from a very prestigious rock magazine would arrive to interview her; although the reporter had wanted Bill to be present also, he had, in the end, settled for Mrs. Bill Laurel alone. And after that her dress designer was due to bring over some designs for her new dress, the one she was going to wear to that gala film premiere Saturday night . . . indeed, this was going to be a very full and busy day for the young rock singer's wife. Well, she mused, that's all fine. At least it will keep my mind off of my sexual problems. Knowing that there would doubtless be no love-making that night with her handsome young husband put Sally into a rather depressed mood even before she stepped out of the shower . . .
/ must do something! I simply can't go on like this!
The stunning twenty-two year old woman stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring the trim, curved lines of her nakedly alluring body, wondering why it never seemed to appeal to her husband the way it obviously appealed to his brothers, their lecherous stares reminding her every day of their keen desire to strip her panties off and fuck her every way they knew how. She had just thrown her long robe over the nakedness of her flesh when the hairdresser knocked on her bedroom door.
"Come in, Maggie," Sally called halfheartedly. She was not really looking forward to suffering through this damned interview alone
. . . she never seemed to say the right things . . . nothing interesting ever seemed to come into her mind because she was always so nervous in front of the reporters . . .
It was shortly before noon when Sally swept down the curving staircase and into the livingroom. Alice was scampering about, rearranging the flowers, fluffing the pillows of the couch, placing ashtrays here and there or cleaning them, opening the drapes so that just the right amount of light would flow into the sparkling room, and placing a comfortable chair by the couch where Sally would doubtless sit. Suddenly a wave of warm affection for her sister poured through Sally Laurel. Yes, asking Alice to come to help her had been a very wise idea and she was very glad to see a familiar, trustworthy face around the house.
But the next face she saw did not please the young wife at all. Everytime she saw Blake now, she couldn't help but be reminded of that awful afternoon when she had discovered him in the cabana, naked and hard, fucking it to her young maid with a passionate abandon. She glanced now at his trouser-encased thighs and remembered instantly their naked muscular lines, how tightly those muscles had gripped themselves as his long, rigidly erected cock fucked up into the young maid's hungrily devouring pussy mouth. She could tell by the look on his face right now that he was thinking thoughts about fucking her sister Alice, which indeed he was.
Blake hadn't noticed his sister-in-law's entrance, so fascinated was he by the subtle, sensual movements of her sister, Alice, as she worked in the livingroom. He regarded her form both with keen interest and delighted amusement, mentally undressing her to reveal the softly pliant skin of her breasts, the smoothly rounded contours of her lovely ass, the darkly curling fleece of her pubic mound protecting the tiny pink slit of her womanly allure. "Ummmm," he murmured to himself, confident that nobody could hear him, "What I wouldn't do to get those marvelous firm breasts between my fingers!"
"Good morning, Blake,'' Sally said sharply, breaking his lewd thoughts away from Alice Rutledge like an axe halving a log with one clean blow. Turning, slightly startled, Blake smiled at his gorgeous sister-in-law with cunning and delight. "Good morning," he answered politely, while his mind ran back to the day he had seen her by the cabana, her fingers wet with lust-incited moisture slithering out of her bathing suit panties where they had just fingerfucked her tremulous cunt to orgasm. He still felt a gleeful little thrill at the memory of that event because he had always suspected that she possessed sexual appetities and desires second to none -- and now that suspicion was confirmed in spades! It had always been a pleasure to tease her, to whisper suggestive things jokingly in her ear and to then watch her face flush with embarrassment. He knew that she only blushed because he was striking too close to home . . . and now that suspicion, too, was confirmed. Here, he mused, is a creature of the most magnificant and burning sexual desires whose husband is obviously not filling that particular need in her. He couldn't imagine his own brother letting a gorgeous creature like Sally down in that department, but if his brother couldn't take care of her, he, Blake, certainly could! And one of these days, very, very soon, he promised himself, he would do just that!
"How are you feeling this morning, my dear?" Blake whispered into his sister-in-law's ear. "Have a good night in bed last night? Or are you already aching for more?"
He saw her face flush crimson but before she could answer him, the telephone rang. She immediately dashed away from him to answer it.
"That was Bill," she said after hanging up. "He'll be here for dinner tonight, with the rest of the boys and a couple of big-wheels from the record company. Alice, could you see to it, please?"
It was almost ten o'clock, but still the large group of people sat around the dining room table, smoking cigarettes and cigars, drinking the last of their coffee and cognac. Sally, like everyone else, had had a great deal to drink both before dinner and during the meal. Looking to the sideboard, she counted three empty bottles of liquor and nearly a dozen empty bottles of wine. No wonder her head was spinning dizzily in that close, smoke-filled room! The conversations seemed to buzz around her in incoherent jabbering and she wanted nothing more than to politely excuse herself and go up to bed. But she knew Bill would be disappointed, that he had purposely invited the record company executives to his house to be lavishly entertained and that his wife was considered part of the necessary decor.
But it was difficult for the young wife to simply sit there, to listen to them all talking about contracts and concerts and recording dates and publicity affairs about which she understood nothing. She couldn't recall having said two words during the past hour, except to Blake, who sat on her right, after he had whispered a lewdly suggestive comment into her ear. She had told him to keep his obscene ideas to himself . . .and those were the last words she had spoken. Her sister Alice, she noticed, seemed enthralled by the whirling conversations flying round the table, fascinated by every last word. Vaguely, she wondered if there wasn't something wrong with her because she simply couldn't seem to find any interest at all in the exuberent promises and exalted hopes which she found both exaggerated and surrealistically unreal.
Finally, she stood up on trembling legs, her head reeling from the alcohol and slouched over to where her handsome young husband sat at the head of the table and bent down to whisper in his ear. "Darling . . . I'm just going out for a little fresh air. I've had so much to drink and it's so stuffy in here. Don't worry -- I'm fine. I'll be back soon, ok?"
"Sure, babe, go ahead," he whispered back absently, turning his head immediately to respond to something said by his brother Stan.
Both Blake and Alice watched the voluptuous young wife as her rocking body slowly made its way out of the sliding glass doors and onto the deck out back. Only Blake could see her going to the end of the deck and walking down the steps. He and Alice exchanged a worried glance, but when Alice started to get up, Blake motioned her back. "I'll go -- make sure she's alright," he whispered across the table, pushing his chair back as he spoke. "You stay here and enjoy yourself."
Blake Laurel found his sensuously attractive sister-in-law lying on the thick, soft grass near the swimming pool, just outside the puddle of light which poured down from an overhead spotlight. She lay on her back, her arms flailed out limply to either side, her legs spread slightly apart, her flowing pink dress skirt resting alluringly on her naked thighs, almost inviting him to slide it all the way up to look up between her legs at the delectable little cunt nestled soenticingly there between her lovely soft thighs. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed and her breathing came in ragged pants.
"Just a little too much to drink, eh?" he asked quietly.
The young redhead's eyes flickered open at the sound of his voice and her eyes gazed half drunkenly up at her brother-in-law who sat beside he on the grass, his lean torso supported by one arm as he leaned down so that his face was close to her ear.
"Oh for God's sake, Blake! Can't you just leave me alone? If I wanted company I would have stayed inside."
"Oh, but baby, I think you do want company . . .yes, I think that a particular kind of company is just what you want!"
She looked at him with a mixture of dislike and distrust. He had, indeed, read her thoughts, could almost sense the aura of her sexual desire radiating from her silky flesh, but she couldn't let him know that she was indeed feeling much too much alone and neglected. But before she had time to think of an appropriate response to this intrusion into her privacy, he whispered words which seemed to shoot through her body like a strong wave of electricity.
"You need someone to fuck you good . . . just like you needed someone that day when you saw me fucking Toni in the cabana! Well, I can do the same thing for you that I did for her, my dear young sister-in-law!"
Sally stared at her brother-in-law, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. He had seen her finger-fucking herself! He had seen, after all, the way she had shoved her quivering fingers into her hotly wriggling cunt until she had made herself cum all over those plunging fingers! He had seen her in the most humiliating position and now she was completely compromised! Never, never could she look at him again without feeling a tremor of embarrassment and shame shaking through her voluptuous young body!
"Yes, my dear, I saw you that afternoon. I saw the way your anxious little fingers were finger-fucking up inside of your wonderful sweet pussy, saw the way your lovely young body shook and quaked as you made yourself cum all over your hand! And it was magnificent, wasn't it?" he whispered hoarsely near her ear so that his hot breath bathed her face.
"Stop it! Stop it! Damn you! Leave me alone! Please, go away and leave me alone!"
"Shhhh," he hissed. "They'll hear you inside. And then they'll ask what all the fuss is about. We wouldn't want that, now would we, my dear?
"Blake!" she said, careful to keep her voice as low as possible although it was difficult to restrain from shouting at the top of her lungs. She noticed a distinct tremor in her voice and tried to control it as she spoke. Please ... go away ... I came out here to be alone ... to think ... to get away from all of you ... so please, go away and leave me in peace!"
Blake knew women well enough to realize what his frustrated young sister-in-law must be going through. And he saw no reason not to take advantage of her present vulnerability. After all, if his brother wasn't enough man to fuck such a sensuously alive creature into happiness, how could he, Blake, be blamed for that? Still, Blake could try to make up for his brother's faults just a little, couldn't he? She needed a man . . . and he was certainly man enough to fulfill all her requirement and expectations!
"You didn't come out here to be alone," he whispered again close to her ear with a sing-song lilt to his voice, an almost chanting cadence. "You came out here because you're a hot-cunted frustrated woman who wants to be fucked more desperately than she ever wanted anything in her life. You sat there, didn't you, staring at your husband all night -- don't deny it, I saw you. Staring at him, wanting him, watching each and every movement of his body all night and he hardly even looked back at you."
Sally clapped her hands against her ears to shut out her brother-in-law's words. They were true words, he was right, but she simply couldn't stand to hear such an awful truth spoken so clearly and so undeniably. She could feel his speech piercing her with its damnable truth and, despite all her efforts to block out the sound of his rasping voice, she couldn't.
"You sat there with your eyes glued to him all evening, wishing that you were alone with him, wanting desperately to have his naked cock fucking up into your pussy. It's been a long. time, hasn't it, since you felt the hot throbbing length of his cock buried in your pretty little
I pussy? And you watched him, just sitting there, talking to everyone around the table, as if there was nothing wrong! And you couldn't keep your mind off his hard, thick cock and you remembered the way it would feel fucking up into the walls of your cock-hungry cunt!"
His words burned into her ears like fire. Sally held her breath. How could he read her thoughts so plainly? How could he possibly know so well what was going on in her mind? Was it that obvious to everyone else as well? If so, then why wasn't it obvious to her husband? She could feel her body begin to twitch and instinctively pressed her creamy thighs together to stem the tide of lust that was already beginning to flow there and her head swam more dizzily than ever before as his lewd words of lust once again continued to scorch her consciousness.
"What you really want is not to be left alone but to spread those fleshy young thighs and cunt of yours to a big hard cock, Sally. You want to see his passion glowing in a guy's eyes and to hear his breathing become more and more ragged as he moves in close to your naked little pussy lips." Blake paused for a moment, pleased that his obscene words were having the desired effect upon his wildly frustrated young sister-in-law. Her succulent breasts danced lewdly on her chest, their alabaster tops revealed over the low-cut neckline of her dress and he saw her pressing her smoothly rounded thighs closer together in a hopeless effort to stop the flames licking hotly at her cunt.
"Admit it, Sally. What you need and want is a damned good fuck!"
The sound of that lewd and obscene word shocked the trembling young redhead. But it also began to excite her in a very strange way as his words flowed like honey into her ears.
"How long has it been, Sally," he continued, "since you felt Bill finger-fucking the slit of your cunt? How long has it been since his lips licked the smooth skin of your breasts and his tongue teased little circles around your naked nipples? Yes, my dear, all you want right now is to feel warm naked flesh on top of yours, a middle finger slithering into your neglected little pussy! You want to hear your own moans mingled with a guy's as your desires to cum mount together, higher and higher, more and more demanding, until you think you'll die if you don't cum around his cock soon!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" she groaned, now oblivious to the others in the living room not too far away as a tantalizing tingle surged through her belly and worked its way slowly down to rapidly moistening little hole up between her tightly pressing thighs. A strange and unwanted arousal was slowly gaining hold of her better judgement as she felt her brother-in-law's thigh move next to hers. Things were slipping away inside of her, all of her self-contol melting before the onslaught of his cunt-moistening words and she suddenly felt weak and defenseless before his well-timed and truthful assault.
"Stop it? No, that's not what you want. Quite the contrary," he teased, his voice still mesmerizing her with its almost lyrical tone. "Think of it, Sally. Think about a big hot cock fucking and filling you so completely that you have to scream from the beautiful ecstasy of it! Think of fingers tweaking and teasing at your throbbing nipples, tantalizing them until you have to cry out loud! Think of all the sensational sparks of lust that ignite your cunt as hands fondle and caress your tits while a cock-head, hot and heavy, probes at the mouth of your cunt up between your lovely long legs! Didn't it used to feel good? Didn't you used to want to die from the pleasure of being fucked by my brother? And isn't that scene the one you've been picturing in your mind all night as you saw him sitting and talking there at the head of the table, completely unaware of the burning, aching of your delectable little cunt?"
"Please! Stop it, I said!" Sally was nearly hysterical by now. Too much to drink, she thought absently. He wouldn't be able to get my cunt so wet and hot like this . . . it's the liquor, it's not me ...
The young wife's eyes were splayed wide open now in a mixture of wickedness and weird excitement. Now, for the first time, she felt the warmth of his fingers on her thighs, gently caressing the inflamed skin, moving slowly upward toward the soft, silken mound of her panties. The liquor had an oddly tranquilizing effect upon her because although she wanted to run away, although she knew that this situation was becoming more and more dangerous, she found that she had neither the will nor the energy to break away and she remained there on the soft coolness of the grass, helplessly aroused both by her brother-in-law's words and by the sensuous circles his hands were making on the soft flesh of her naked thighs. An odd quivering began deep between her tightly clenched young cunt lips as his words droned on and on into her ears in the dark silence of the night.
"It isn't your fault, you know," he said soothingly. "You can't help your own sexual desires. It's a husband's job, after all, to fuck you happy. Bill ought to be fucking you every night and if he's not making you happy, you know, you have a right to find fulfillment elsewhere, you know. It just isn't fair that he can have his fun when he's on the road without you but you can't have your fun when you feel lonely and want to be fucked."
The mention of her husband's infidelity didn't even begin to register on the loosely reclining young wife's mind. Instead, the lurid images of her husband's magnificent young cock in all its fully erected glory played on her mind to the exclusion of all else. God, how she needed him to fuck her! Yes, what Blake was saying was true, all of it, every single word of it! Every night she prayed that he would come home and lick her pussy the way he did the other night or fuck her with his cock . . . and so often she was so terribly disappointed. Her husband's mind was more on his music than on his neglected young wife . . . and if he wasn't going to fuck her to satisfaction, why shouldn't she find some other source of pleasure? If she didn't she would waste the whole of her lovely youth waiting for him . . . waiting for fulfillment . . . waiting for the glorious rapture she deserved every single night . . . waiting for the cunt-filling satisfaction she so desperately craved!
Blake knew that he had driven his liquor-dazed sister-in-law to just the point he had been striving for. She was frustrated and she needed a man -- he would be that man and how much he would enjoy destroying all of her frustrations this night! His hand gave a sudden teasing little pinch against the soft flesh of her thigh that sent a rush of agonized pleasure shooting up the moist triangle of her curl-fringed pussy. Blake smiled as he heard a low moan slide up from her throat and she began to toss her head from side to side, opening and closing her eyes spasmotically. The young virile brother-in-law took full advantage of her frustrated and excited state by sliding his eager hand up beneath her dress to the soft roundness of his brother's wife's pussy mound where it lay protected only by the thin, see-through nylon material of her wetly flooded white panties.
"You mean 'don'tstop', my dear. Admit it -- you like the touch of my hand on your cunt, Sally," he responded, a lewd glimmer of victory lighting his eyes. He grinned as he felt her try to squirm away from the fiery feel of his fingers on the softly supple flesh of her still partly covered cunt, knowing all the while that she was no match in strength for him and knowing, too, that she wanted him to fuck her now just as badly as he had always wanted to fuck her hot little pussy hole. His eagerly probing hand cupped tighter into the split of her moistly seeping pussy and through her flimsy panties he began to steadily flick his middle finger upward, pushing the thin, diaphanous material up into the raging madness of her highly aroused cunt.
"God . . . Blake . . . please don't ... I can't stand it ... don't do this to me, please!" she begged while the fires of lust consumed her hotly cringing cunt.
"Sally . . . think about my hard cock . . . think about how good it's going to feel fucking up into your cunt . . . think about how you are going to go to sleep tonight a satisfied woman for a change!" Blake had one standing policy when it came to women: if they didn't want his advances and attentions, he wouldn't force them. It wasn't half as much fum unless the desire was mutually strong.
His words echoed around in her liquor-clouded and lust-crazed mind and sent a chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing through her urgently demanding loins. She gasped half with pleasure and half with fear as the fingers of his hand pushed the thin, cunt-soaked nylon of her panties teasingly up into the hopelessly aroused slit of her hotly trembling vagina nestled so enticingly between her legs. Her mind didn't want his crude advances, but her body cried out for the pleasure and fulfillment she had been denied by her neglectful husband. Blake sehsed her impending surrender to the desire simmering within her loins and, feeling the slow, instinctive squirming wetness of her cunt mound up against the palm of his hand and fingers, brought his other hand to her breast, pressing expertly against the softly yielding flesh which felt like jello beneath his touch. Sally moaned delerious-ly and tried to pull herself away, summoning all of her will-power to fight the rapidly rising flood of passion scorching her helplessly aroused loins, flowing like a tidal wave into the pit of her stomach. But his body leaning over hers pinned her where she lay on the softness of the green grass and an electrifying shock ripped along the flesh of her smooth buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight elastic legband of her panties.
"God . . . please . . . oh, please!" she moaned, squirming back against the softness of the gross, whimpering helplessly, as the fire-filled tip of his index finger found the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina and gently squirmed up into it. "Oooooooooooooooo!" she mewled as the teasingly searching finger parted the softly curling pubic hair and made sudden contact with the madly throbbing bud of her pinkly glistening clitoris. It was thoroughly soaked from the lust-summoned juices of her passion and she sucked her breath in spasmotically as a wave of fiery pleasure leapt through her loins and culminated in a flash of desire within her desire-hardened nipples. She tried to hold back the deep, growling groan at the back of her throat so as not to reveal the maddening intensity of her rampant desire to the brother-in-law who was fingering her naked cunt right there in her own backyard! No one in the house must know what was going on outside ... no one . . . she must keep silent and not cry out ... no one must discover that Bill Laurel's wife was being so effectively aroused to the heights of passion by his own older brother!
She lay on the ground, now thoroughly overwhelmed by the wracking desires lurching through her body as Blake's hands tenderly played over the warm secret flesh up between her thighs, and tears of both joy and shame began to pour down her flushed cheeks.
"Feels better than fingering yourself, doesn't it, Sally?"
The young wife cringed at the reminder of her own erotic performance that day outside of the cabana.
"You were really excited that afternoon, weren't you, my dear? It really turned you on to see me fucking your young maid on the lovely big double bed, admit it. You know, we could go in there now . . . we'd have it all to ourselves ... no one would see or hear us in there ..."
"No!" Sally screamed. She wanted to fly away, but not into the cabana with Blake. Things were bad enough as it was, the fire flaming around deep up inside her wildly aroused cunt now completely beyond control. She could feel her legs spreading willingly wider to accommodate the probing exploration of his fingers and her pussy yearned for its erotic fulfillment right away! Before she could collect her thoughts any further, she felt his moist hot lips planted crushingly on hers, his tongue penetrating into her warm moist mouth with ease and eagerness as he stretched out the full length of his body on top of hers.
Sally, impassioned beyond her wildest dreams, her head swimming in a pool of drunken desire, felt the hot hard poker of his thickened penis rising against her trembling white belly, and in spite of herself recalled its enormous, bloated hardness when she had watched it appearing and disappearing into the servant girl's hungrily devouring pussy that after noan in the cabana. His arms wrapped around her trembling body now, drawing her closer against him, his hips grinding down on hers just as his lips crushed hotly against hers while his tongue salaciously probed the moist depths of her wetly submitting mouth.
Then, pulling her face away from his, she cried "God, Blake! Stop! We can't do this! We just can't!" But, despite her protestations, her-entire body lurched uncontrollably in his strong young arms as that thick cock pressed against her belly . . . that cock which could give her such a devine fulfillment, such blessed satisfaction! There was that cock, already bloated with desire, ready to fuck right out of her that wildly cumming release that her husband had not given her for over a week now in spite of her desperate need. She remembered the mind-dazzling satisfaction she had discovered the last time she had sucked her husband's cock and he had tongue-fucked her cunt . . . but that seemed like decades, centuries ago . . . and this cock, this big beautiful cock of his brother's, was right here, right now . . .
"We can and we will," was his response with an authorative tone of command in his voice. "You know you want it as much as I do. And you know how good you're going to feel when it's all over."
Sally laurel lay on the ground, his words permeating into the deepest recesses of her swirling mind, and closed her eyes as if that would shut out the truth of his words. Suddenly, she felt his heavy weight lifted from her body and a sudden confusion wracked her lust-tormented young body. Was he going to leave her? No! He couldn't leave her like this! Oh God, she was a fool to want him, to need him so desperately. But she simply couldn't help herself! She was young and vibrantly alive with a highly developed body and a highly developed sex-drive to go along with it! It was sometimes more than she could bear to have to control the power of her longing for Bill . . .
Sally opened her eyes at last to discover the half-naked body of Blake Laurel hovering over her. His pants, she saw, were down around his knees. Her eyes focused with some difficulty down to where his erected cock stood out from beneath the lean tautness of his masculine belly. Lewdly, his fingers began to caress and stroke the hard jutting pole, drawing back the forskin over the blunt, bulbuous head and then slipping it forward again in a slow jacking-off movement.
"Are you ready for this, Sally? Are you ready for more cock than you've ever known? Imagine how it's going to feel, Sally fucking up into your cunt where my fingers were just fucking into you! Imagine the pleasure your hot little pussy walls are going to feel, Sally -- "
"Oh God, Blake!" she cried, unable to endure the lewdly hypnotizing effect of his words any longer. She tried to speak other words, but they remained choked near the back of her suddenly dry throat. Her eyes automatically spun to that spot where he was still stroking his hardened cock in front of her and, in spite of the fact that it was her own husband's brother, she couldn't help but hear his lewd, lust-provoking words again in her mind ..." . . . imagine how good it's going to feel . . . fucking up into your cunt . . . waves of pleasure ..." Yes, it would fill her, fill her cunt and fill her entire body with surges of glorious rapture as it rammed inot the welcoming moist channel of her cunt. She was amazed to see that Blake's cock was even larger than Bill's, which the young redhead considered enormous, but she wondered it its increased size would bring her increased pleasure. She had often been told that size and the degree of pleasure were not necessarily related. It was a man's technique and talent at love-making that really mattered. And in that respect, Bill was sensational, a considerate and tender lover who never failed to elicit the strongest and most devastating desires in her easily-aroused young body. But not lately, she mused somewhat bitterly.
She wanted to tell her brother-in-law to pull his shorts and pants up, to forget this foolish nonsense. But she knew that she couldn't utter the words because they weren't true. He was right. She wanted him to fuck her now just as badly as he wanted to fuck her. They were going to lock cock and cunt together and that was exactly what the frustrated young wife wanted! For once in herTife she was not going to deny or cover-over the sweeping passions that flowed hotly through her love-starved vagina!
"Slow and easy, Sally," he brother-in-law murmured, positioning himself between her suddenly voluntarily spreading legs, placing his hands on .her milky soft thighs to guide them even farther apart so that the whole pinkly glistening plane of her cuntal furrow was exposed to his lascivious gaze. "Slow and easy . . . first a little of this . . . and then a little of that ... all the trimmings, my dear, all the trimmings . . . yes, you're going to feel devinely fulfilled my dear . . . yes, indeed ..."
Tenderly, teasingly, Blake slid her skirt up around her waist and then hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties. With a loving tenderness and a lecerous smile on his lips, he pulled them down over the softness of her round full buttocks, which rose up off the ground voluntarily, and slid them down the long tapered columns of her legs until they lay abandoned on the ground.
Sally felt a chilling shiver of cunt-flaring desire crash through her highly aroused young body as she felt the hot wetness of his lips suddenly on the smooth skin of her tremulous white belly. Her hands automatically reached down to grasp his curly hair and she squeezed tightly with her fingers as the electrifying bolts of pleasure shook her eager young body while his licking tongue darted out to strike at her navel. She felt a hotly burning fire ravaging her loins as that teasing tongue traveled slowly down along her creamy soft skin until it found the russet triangle of curling pussy fur. Spreading the soft hair with his thumbs. Blake flicked his moist and eager tongue inside the warm wet flowering slit of her incredibly aroused vagina and listened with pleasure to her whimpering moans of hotly growing passion.
Smiling inwardly, the young brother-in-law felt her wetly seeping cunt jerk and jump against his face from the electrifying contact of his fire-filled tongue on the upright little nipple of her clitoris. Her entire body seemed to tremor with the intensity of her arousal and her legs spread willinly further and further apart to welcome his erotically exciting ministrations. Looking down, Sally tried to focus her lust-glazed eyes on her husband's brother so steadily crouched between her obscenely splayed thighs, a flicker of a smile flashing across his moist lips.
"You like my tongue licking your cunt, I could tell," he teased in a husky voice as the moist, curling-fringed split of her naked pussy was presented to his hungrily devouring eyes. Beside him lay her torn, cunt-flooded panties, a vivid reminder of her complete capitulation to her desires and to his, the sight of which further enhanced his already vibrantly tingling arousal, sending a wave of newly aroused lust through his erect and throbbing penis. Slowly, tantaliz-ingly, he lowered his face once again between her legs. His hands were flat against the soft inner flesh of her thighs as his thumbs rested on the softly quivering, hair-framed lips of her cunt. With a slow outward movement, he drew the fluted pink lips of her seeping pussy apart, exposing the wetly glistening inner walls to his hotly feasting eyes. Then, in the flash of an instant, his face was buried again into her hotly trembling cuntal slit, and his long, slippery-hot tongue burrowed snake-like into the soft-walled depths of her feverishly burning vaginal hole.
"Aaaaaarrrrruuuu! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhl Ooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" the tongue-impaled young wife moaned, lifting her head to watch with ognoized pleasure as Blake's curly head bobbed lewdly to and fro between her wildly quivering thighs.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oooooohhh!" she groaned, chanting the words in her delerium of rapture as her head flailed from side to side as her older brother-in-law's fire-filled tongue speared and licking in and out of the moistly dilating lips of her madly throbbing pussy. A dim voice in the back of her mind told her that this forbidden act was insanity itself but the sparks of pleasure igniting every fiber in her being denied that charge. Blake's hands moved up over the taut flatness of her white belly beneath her dress until they found the hardening nipples of her ripely succulent breasts. Still, his hot mouth and probing tongue worked and slipped against the wide-spread tightness of her burning, yearning cunt, his eyes remaining wide open so that he could watch with wicked victory the passions of lust contorting his beautiful sister-in-law's features as she continued to groan and moan beneath his slavishly swirling tongue-fucking with exquisite cunt-flaring delight.
"Aaaaauuugh! Oooooohh! Eeeeuummm!"
Sally lay somewhat stunned by the cascading passions pouring through her lust-fevered body, just as they had that night when her handsome husband Bill had set his fiery tongue to work on her hotly excited young pussy. She knew that she was now helplessly submerged within to the fervent demands of her own adulterous sexual appetites. And although she would have preferred this erotic submission with her husband, at the moment his image became blurred in her dazed young mind. She wasn't sure whether all of this was more her own fault or.his, but she suspected that if he had provided her with just a little more of his time and attention, she wouldn't be so vulnerably prey to the lewd desires of her older and devilishly cunning brother-in-law. Still, the thought that she ought to be true and faithful to Bill and not let his brother fuck her, plagued her conscience even while the flames of desire were relentlessly fueled by the cunt-lashing tongue of that very same brother. Suddenly, the young wife felt frightfully alone.
Blake now divided his gaze between the moistly pink offering before his face and the lust-struggling features of his voluptuous young sister-in-law. He was watching for that magic moment when all other considerations, except the fiery passion in her loins, would be thoroughly swept aside. And that moment was about to occur. Her previous frustrations with her husband were just too powerful to be long buried and now was the glorious moment of their cumming. Before the night was over she would doubtless be crawling all over him, begging for the surging hardness of his cock to fuck deep up inside her moistly trembling pussy where his tongue was so slavishly working now. Yes, she was as hot-blooded a girl as he had always suspected she was and from now on they were going to enjoy a very special relationship, indeed!
Encouraged by his own lewd thoughts, the blond-headed brother-in-law began to suck furiously at the smooth slippery inner walls of Sally's hotly grinding yong cunt. He knew of no woman who could resist the onslaught of his ravaging tongue for long, he thought, as he began to make rapid up-and-down motions with it, then flicked the pointed edge into the vacant well of Sally's now copiously seeping vagina. Then, with a low groan, he began to suck and pull on the soft, petal-like lips of her hotly responding cunt and when he heard her cry out above him, his cock lurched with new and vibrantly throbbing life.
"Oh my God! Ooooohhh! Blake! Blake! Oh my God! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhh! Ooooooo oowwww!"
Sally realized full well that what remnants of control remained within her tortured body were gone now. She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought the overpowering passions as best she could . . . but the struggle was in vain because those passions were filling a long-neglected aspect of her being and she couldn't in all honesty deny them. Her helplessly aroused body jerked spasmotically upward and her hands reached down to twist in his long, curly hair as a low, soulful moan crawled out of her throat and she began a slow, undulating rhythm in response to each cunt-splitting thrust of Blake's tongue up into her widespread cunt mouth. Forgotten were all considerations of her loving husband, Bill . . . forgotten were her lonely days and nights without him . . . forgotten were her own raging frustrations and ardent longings that plagued her nightly dreams ... all gone and forgotten as sharp sparks of blazing pleasure peirced through her wetly pulsing vaginal flesh where the heat of her desire seemed to consume her very soul.
Blake, pleased and truimphant, realized that his conquest of her ripely provocative young body was now utterly complete. She was now the slave of her own rampant desire which he continued to fuel by tongueing harder and faster into the moistly quivering sheath of his sister-in-law's feverishly aroused vagina. Inhaling, he took in all the cock-hardening aroma of the desperately grinding cunt and a new bolt of pleasure shook his own loins and raced with fiery speed through his madly pulsing penis. He luxuriated in the feel of her soft and silky cuntal curls tickling the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as his brother's wife ground her buttockds upward in a desperate, wildly rotating rhythm against his face. Now she was finally transported beyond herself and into that magnificant space of sexual arousal that knew no limits -- and he had done it all with his hotly flicking tongue! He smiled inwardly as he heard the grumbling, continuous wail that punctuated the stillness of the warm summer night.
Over and over again those lust-summoned sounds spilled from her open mouth as she slithered and ground her naked pussy hole furiously up against his cunt-soaked face as his tongue drove like a hot-tipped spear into her now spasming, wildly dilating cunt. Wave after wave of convulsive pleasure swept through her madly thrashing body as her devouring orgasm gripped her muscles and titillated every nerve-ending in her lust-crazed body. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she felt as if a powerful shock-wave held her body in a vice-like grip as she writhed and moaned in the agony of her wildy exquisite ecstasy! Her lips bared back over the even whiteness of her teeth and the lower part of her body strained to lift itself off the ground, to grind itself against the eagerly thrusting tongue of her cunt-licking brother-in-law.
"Aaaaaoooowwww! Eeeeerrrruuugh!" she cried continuously as, below her wildly gyrating body, Blake sucked voraciously at the lust-tormented surface of Sally's wide-splayed loins. He, too, was caught up in the overwhelming power of her explosive climax, so much so that for one brief moment all of his energy and attention was focused on that gaping moist love-hole between her legs to the neglect of his own burning, churning balls, which ached furiously with the hotly pent-up cum that yearned to erupt deep into the softly clinging walls of her tightly clasping cunt.
At last the tremors which so furiously shook her body began to subside and her legs fell outward, her head slouched to one side and her breathing began to take on a more even flow from her still open mouth. Blake decided to wait for a few minutes before renewing his assault, before finally assuaging the raging lust captured within his madly burning testicles and his blood-pressured cock. Just a few more moments and then his delectable young sister-in-law's hot little tongue-fucked cunt would be ready for more of anything he had to offer . . .
Sally couldn't count the number of times she came. First, it was his fiery hot tongue licking hotly at her wildly exploding pussy . . . then it was his rigidly throbbing cock fucking and shooting out it's fiery liquid deep up in her belly . . . and after that she didn't remember anything, neither how many times he had fucked her ... how many times she had cum not in what position he had fucked her in as they writhed to one explosive climax after another. She lay now on the cool grass, completely satiated, thoroughly fulfilled, with an aching throb between her legs so fierce that she didn't know if she would be about to walk for a week! Her belly felt bloated and deliciously full from her brother-in-law's cum!
Blake lay beside her, his breath still coming in uneven spurts as the after-glow of his last orgasm spread warmly through his naked body.
Suddenly, Sally thought she heard something ...
Her entire body tensed and she lifted her head, looking through the darkness of the night towards the house. But the spotlight shining down from the deck blinded her and she quickly turned her eyes away as her sensitive ears picked up that sound again. It was footsteps . . . footsteps on the deck . . . and now she heard a very slight, muffled coughing sound . . .
Someone was out on the deck!
The distraught young wife knew that both she and Blake lay in the dark, that nobody on the deck, even if they heard their impassioned moans, could possibly see them. Still, she wasted no time. Picking up her tattered panties and throwing her dress hastily on over her head, she dashed around to the side of the house and into the basement door. Like a thief, she snuck upstairs to her bedroom as quietly as a stalking cat.
Chapter Five
Alice Rutledge sat at the enormous dining room table with her brother-in-law, Bill Laurel, and his guests until almost midnight. Her sister had disappeared outside nearly two hours before, closely followed by Blake Laurel. Neither of them had since returned and Alice was beginning to become worried. Unless they went in through the basement door, which she considered highly unlikely, they would .have to pass either through the dining room or the nearby living room on their way back into the hosue -- but they hadn't. So, they must still be outside. But what on earth could they be doing out there? Granted, Sally had looked a little the worse for drink when she had departed . . . and perhaps she wasn't feeling well . . . she could, of course, go into the small cabana room to lie down for a while . . . but in that case, what had become of Blake Laurel? Alice had hoped to have a few moments alone that evening with her sister's handsome brother-in-law, but things just hadn't worked out that way . . . tomorrow was always another day.
Besides, the chestnut-haired young woman was thoroughly fascinated by her brother-in-law, Bill. It was the way he cocked his head when he talked earnestly to his brother Stan . . . and that little mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he spoke to the record company executives . . . and the way his fingers rapped an erratic rhythm on the table as he approached the climax to his remarks . . . yes, Sally was a very lucky girl to be the object of Bill Laurel's love and affection. It was a wonder to her older sister that Sally didn't seem to take more of an interest in Bill's affairs. Now, if she, Alice Rutledge, were Bill's wife, she would make more of an effort to share his life and his interests, that was for sure!
As Bill was seeing the last of the guests to the door, Alice slipped outside onto the deck. The backyard was dark except for the bright beacons of the two brilliant spotlights and her sister was nowhere to be seen. Nor was Blake.
Suddenly, the voluptuous young woman stopped dead in her tracks. The noises she heard were unmistakable -- she ought to know, she had uttered such sounds often enough in the early years of her marriage to Bob. They were the sounds of love, groaning and moaning and wetly slapping bodies reaching towards their ultimate and glorious orgasmic explosion! And she recognized those voices, both of them, instantly. Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins. Her heart began to race madly, thumping against her ripely mature breasts like a wild African drumbeat. Sally! Sally and Blake! Blake was fucking her younger sister, Bill's wife, half crazy right there in the backyard of their own home!
Her first reaction was to turn away. But she found herself entranced by those salacious, wetly sluicing and slopping sounds of fucking, even though she could see nothing in the black darkness. Within moments she heard them wail together in the abandoned ecstasy of their mutual cumming and then there was silence. It was all over, except for the panting sounds of their ragged breathing. Alice took a few steps towards the railing, straining her ears with each inch she progressed closer to those wildly uninhibited sounds that had just dissolved into small, whimpering cries of delight. She felt a convulsive cough rising in her throat and a damp moistness down between her sensuously rounded thighs . . .
Suddenly, she saw one of the figures dash through the illuminating beam of the spotlight and then she heard the basement door open and slam closed. It was Sally! Her own unfaithful sister! She had been out there and from her disheveled appearance in the brief instant that Alice saw her, the older sister knew that Sally had been nakedly getting fucked by Blake Laurel! God, how could she? Poor Bill! How could her own sister be so flagrantly unfaithful to such a handsome, devastatingly attractive husband right in her own backyard?
Alice stepped back into the house, in through the sliding glass doors that opened into the living room, her knees trembling violently, her hands quaking, her mind dizzily spinning. She didn't even notice that Bill was standing by the bar, pouring himself a nightcap.
"Say, what's the matter with you? You look like you've just seen a ghost," he said good-naturedly, a smile playing across his sensual lips.
The sister-in-law whirled around started, her eyes opening wide at the sight of him. Her mouth fluttered open but for a few long moments no words emerged. How could she tell him what she had just discovered? His own wife getting fucked out of her skull by his own older brother? No, she resolved, it would kill him to know what had just happened. After all, maybe it was just a fluke accident. Sally had had quite a bit to drink ... it was an unforgivable transgression . . . but if she was so drunk that she didn't know what she was doing . . .
"N-nothing," Alice managed to stammer at last. "Nothing."
"Nothing? Christ, you're as white as a sheet. Come on, out with it, woman!" Bill said, coming towards her with two drinks in his hands. "Here, drink this. It will calm you down. Now, come over here on the couch next to me and tell me what frightened you, Alice."
His tone had a note of authority which she couldn't disobey. Letting her voluptuous young full-breasted body slip down onto the couch next to her handsome young brother-in-law, she eagerly swallowed the drink he had offered her with trembling hands.
"Nothing. I just . . . well, I thought I saw a burglar . . . but it was only the wind in one of the trees," she quickly lied so that he wouldn't ask her any more questions.
"Is that all?" he smiled, draping one powerful arm around her shoulders to draw her near, to comfort her after the fright she had endured. Her face on his chest, she inhaled the pungent masculine aroma of him and immediately felt a lively tingling sensation sweep through her own long-neglected vaginal walls. She gulped for air as the excitement of being so close to the famous star, Bill Laurel, completely engulfed her; the object of her daydreams and secret desires was holding her to his breast; the man whose trust her wicked sister had just betrayed was stroking his hand along her long auburn hair and across her shoulders as she trembled against his virile body!
Bill had been watching his sister-in-law all evening, especially after his wife had left the room. He hadn't noticed that his wife never returned; indeed, he assumed that she had gone upstairs but that he had been too engrossed in the conversation to notice her passing. No, his thoughts for the last couple of hours had been not on his wife but on the sensuously curved body of his delectable sister-in-law. She reminded him a great deal of Sally. Their eyes held the same secet promise and their bodies were sculpted along similar lines, although Sally was somewhat shorter and smaller than her older sister. But there was something about Alice that was different . . . an aura of sexuality that she exuded without even being aware of it ... a powerful, provocative allure that was completely natural oozed out of every pore of her body . . .
Perhaps he had drunk too much. Undoubtedly, he had consumed more liquor and wine than was good for him. And perhaps if he had been a little more sober, he reflected much later, he wouldn't have felt so magnetically drawn to his enticingly feminine sister-in-law. But the fact remained that he was, at that moment in the semi-darkness of his own living room, irresistibly attracted to his wife's older sister and he was determined to do something about it. And as soon as he felt her trembling body next to his, he knew instinctively that she wanted the same thing he wanted! Already he could feel his lurching cock struggling against the tight confines of his pants . . .
Alice felt his hot breath near her ear and it caused throughout her system a rush of exciting emotion that seemed to block out all thoughts and images except the passionate face of Bill Laurel. A strange, magnetic current was drawing her to this man and she was powerless in its intoxicating force. She tried to fight the rising floodtide of emotion within her erotically tingling loins . . . Sally was his wife and her sister ... no matter what Sally had done tonight, that was no excuse . . . this man was her sister's husband and she, Alice, had no right to ...
But all of her arguments were dissolved by the pressure of his warm mouth on hers. Her sex-starved body responded immediately and she knew that she could not deny the joy surging through her hot blood, the joy that demanded the feel of his rigidly thorbbing penis buried to its hiltt in her cock-neglected cunt! She wanted him like she had never wanted a man before in her entire twenty-four years! It was a roaring wave inundating her mind and body, carrying her away in a whirlpool of desire!
Bill kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time, his tongue lashing into the warm moist walls of her mouth like a serpent, pushing in a constant little imitation of fucking that he knew was setting fire to her tremulously limp body. Encountering no resistance, his hands began to slowly explore the hidden hills and valleys of her body. Before long he found the zipper and listened to her impassioned moans as he carefully slid it down, after which he slid her dress off of her shoulders so that it fell around her waist revealing her succulent bare breasts beneath. I was right! he thought triumphantly -- she wasn't wearing a bra tonight! Encouraged by her lack of protest, Bill ran his eager tongue down the dark cleft between those twin mounds of pale, glimmering flesh and felt her body squirming passionately in response to his oral exploration. Her body was now completely engulfed by the flaming desires which his tongue had fueled and she knew that there would be no satisfaction for her lust until she felt the hard urgency of his elongated, thick cock riding up towards the back of her eagerly waiting cunt!
Slowly, easily, he slipped the dress over her long legs until it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Then, his fingers looped into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and slowly, seductively, he began to slide those over her willingly upraised hips and down until they lay on the floor with her discarded dress. Now she was completely naked, her luscious young body a feast to his lust-glazed eyes as he smiled appreciatively and murmured softly into her ear. Easing her nakedness up onto his lap, he let his hands slip around to brush over her nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her buttocks she felt the anxious pulsing of his rock-hard cock beneath his pants.
At that moment, the helplessly aroused young sister-in-law wanted nothing more than to feel his naked flesh against hers. But the words stopped at the back of her throat, choked by the desire that swirled through her naked flesh as his hands continued their lust-arousing work along the silky skin of her bare breasts. Suddenly, as if in answer to her prayers, his hands were fumbling beneath her naked buttocks and then she heard the sound of his zipper. The next thing the astonishingly aroused woman knew, she felt the hot rubbery tip of his cock pressing between the soft moons of her buttocks.
"Arruugh! Oooohhhh! Bill! Oh Bill!" she cried, unable to contain the ardor of her lust any longer. She felt herself being lifted up by his powerful hands around her slender waist and then his masively thick cock was rubbing salaciously against the moist throbbing lips of her pussy as he set her back down. He obviously wasn't going to get as naked as she was, but his love-starved sister-in-law didn't care, as long as that long hard pole of flesh found its way into the madly seeping cavern of her cock-begging cunt!
"Oh, it's going to feel so good, isn't it, Alice?" he crooned, already thrusting the thickness of his virile hardness upward between the softly tickling hairs of her hotly quivering pussy, its warmth and eagerness seeming to penetrate there causing a wild flutter of excitement to crash through her anxiously welcoming cunt.
"God . . . you're a tight - cunted little wench, aren't you?" he cried with obvious delight. He paused for a moment then and lifted her once more, letting her down after he had turned her around to face him. "Now, that's better," he smiled as the blood-red head of his cock once more found, the moist wet lips of her eagerly trembling cunt mouth.
"Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah!" the delirious young sister-in-law chanted, unable to control the torment of fiery lust that captured her hungrily quaking cunt in its ferocious grip. With his hands still around her waist, Bill Laurel positioned his wife's sister so that his hard cock was poised in just the right spot to easily surge upwards into her tightly waiting little pussy.
"Ready?" he teased and in response he heard her groan, a low grumbling moan of rampant desire that growled up from the back of her throat, as the blunt head of his anxiously pulsing penis pushed into the softly parting moist folds of her pussy flesh. "Ooooohhhh!" she cried while the thick shaft fucked upwards, worming into her now voraciously seeping wide-stretched vagina until it slipped up into the nakedly slippery walls of her wetly welcoming cunt. Bill paused then, and seemed to be trying to catch his breath. At last, holding his wife's sister still by her slenderly indented waist, he rammed her hips down hard onto his waiting loins, impaling her swiftly and completely upon his rigidly upthrust cock.
Alice jerked convulsively as the hot hard length of it raced into her quivering belly. It filled every crevice of her cock-hungry cunt, penetrating her so deeply and so thoroughly that she felt as if she could hardly breathe. She had never felt anything so magnificently filling and fulfilling in all of her twenty-four years as fierce flashes of blazing passion burned deep into the very soul of her sensuality.
"Oh my God!" she managed to cry out at last, summoning all her strength to utter those three short words. She had never dreamed of experiencing such an incredible rapture as the one which now enveloped her entire being as his turgid cock lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides with its radiant heat. She quivered nakedly upon his lap, her face close to his, her eyes locked open in astonished pleasure and then suddenly their lips were crushing down upon each other and their tongues were locked in mock battle, darting back and forth around each other in their lust-inspired quest for complete fulfillment.
Then, suddenly, Bill flexed the head of his cock where it lay deeply entombed in the uppermost regions of his sister-in-law's precious precious pussy. That action brought a deep, soul-stiring groan from her lips . . . and then he flexed again, until her hot inner vaginal passage seemed to scorch his buried cock with its fiery desire. He began a slow, revolving motion now as their lips crushed together and their tongues interlocked and he ground his massively thickened cock up into her nakedly stretched out expanding the still tightly clasping walls of her well-stuffed pussy until it locked around his passion-powered cock like a heat-molded glove.
Thrilling chills of devine pleasure raced up his excitedly quivering sister-in-law's spine as she felt him begin a slow, exotic rhythm, fucking his cock wetly up into her as, above him, her entire naked body twitched and writhed while his tongue darted like a fire-filled spear still into the cavern of her warmly moist mouth. Her breasts danced lewdly upon her chest as wave after wave of exquisite agony ripped through her naked flesh while her body writhed upon his with uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes clamped closed, as if to hold in all of the tormenting pleasure within her burning body, and her tongue lashed wildly into his mouth surrounded by low, grumbling moans of the most excruciating pleasure.
Bill moved now into longer, smoother strokes that brought his blood-engorged cock almost all the way out of her clasping wet cunt and dragging her fluted pink vaginal lips along with it. Then he pulled down hard on her waist again, sending his rock-hard cock fucking back up between her thighs again, fucking those same moistly quivering lips back up inside her cunt with it, while her sensuously jiggling buttocks descended with a loud smacking noise upon his upper thighs.
Mad with the ecstasy of her passion, Alice rotated her hips upon the fleshy impaling rod, her cunt walls squeezing and unsqueezing in time to the cadence of its rhythmic fucking up into her hotly creaming pussy. She felt as if not only their two bodies but their two spirits as well had magically melted together into one quivering mass of passion and her life woudl never be the same after this magnificantly exhilerating experience of being fucked to cumming by the famous Bill Laurel! She could feel the enormous explosion of her climax approaching, that devine release she had been straining for so vehemently, that all-consuming orgasm which she had not experienced in such a long, long time!
Bill felt the tiny contracting muscles inside her soft-walled pussy begin to spasm inward against his cock and tried to hold back the cum in his balls as they nibbled hungrily at the lust-thickened shaft of his heavily invading hardness. The pinkly swollen lips between her soft, hair-lined slit pulled pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly down the full elongated length of his cockshaft as her soft pubic curls screwed tightly down against the base. He could feel her ever-stretching passage flowering open in greedy welcome to him as his upthrusting penis fucked again and again up into the deep dark regions of her belly, sending shock-wave after shock-wave of pure lust throughout her entire thrashing naked body.
Her smoothly curved asscheeks gyrated wildly around now on top of his lap, her twirling moitons becoming faster and faster by the second, the erotic tempo of her downthrusts upon his deeply penetrating cock becoming more and more frantically urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip as the lust-juices of her feverishly milking pussy began to flow voraciously and wet sucking sounds rose up into the night stillness of the living room.
"Nnnnnrrrruugh! Oooooohh! Ummmrghl Eeeooowww . . . rrrruuuuuggghh!" she cried continuously as Bill groaned, quickened his already rapid pace of fucking up into her cunt so that his erectly palpating cock bore up like a jackhammer into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent breasts heaved and danced and quivered madly upon her chest, the tiny pink nipples thrusting forward against her bronther's-in-law's soft cotton shirt. Her chanting echoed into his ears as the slipperily driving piston of his cock lunged again and again into the creamy flowing depths of her madly sucking cunt.
"Ooooh! I'm cumming! cumming! ah! oh! Argh! oh! ough! argh! cumming! cummingl cumming!" she changed insanely in time to the rapid tempo of their passionate fucking.
Her naked body began now to vibrate thoroughly out of control. Great warm rivers of orgasmic juices began to flow in a floodtide around Bill's pummeling cock, drowning his lust-impaling prick, and trickling down the soft quivering sides of her voluptuous thighs to spot his trousers. Bill felt his sister-in-law jerk spasmotically upward several times, and then grind down ferociously upon him as the lips of her climaxing cunt worked and sucked demonically at his bursting penis until he knew that he simply had to cum before it was too late. He could hear Alice's breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he pushed deep again into her convulsively clutching womb.
And then it began. The steady stream of his own white hot cum poured into his wife's sister's still wildly clenching cunt, shooting from the burning, churning depths of his balls through his insanely jerking cock and out its tiny slit-head, tingling and scorching his long pole of flesh as it flew as if from the very soul of his being. He had lost all control of his body by then, his hips jerking madly upwards, his head rolling from side to side as she spurted out his thick creamy cum into the farthest regions of his sister-in-law's trembling belly.
"Aarrrugh! Oooohhh! Uuummmmmm! uuuurrrghhhh!" Bill lurched upwards against her cushiony smooth buttocks. Their orgasmic juices mingled together and flowed as Alice slumped forward against her cushiony smooth buttocks. Their orgasmic juices mingled together and flowed as Alice slumped forward against Bill's seated form. She felt a sticky wet pool of joy and passion sloshing around deep up inside her cum-filled belly that felt more magnificant than she ever dreamed it could feel -- she had been fucked, and fucked royally, by her own sister's husband, the famous Bill Laurel! She had been panty-stripped, fucked and cum in almost beyond endurance by the famous rock singer's beautiful young cock whose exploits she had followed so faithfully in every newspaper and magazine she could find! This was the magic moment she had been destined to enjoy for all of her life and she would never, never forget it no matter what happened to her from now on!
Her head rested now on his strong young shoulder. Her body felt limp but tremulous, as if the last shudders of her cumming were still rippling along the surface of her naked flesh. Suddenly, she felt Bill lifting her up and placing her naked body beside him on the softness of hte couch. As her tear-filled eyes began to focus, she saw her hands, as it a stranger's, reaching over to unbutton his shirt while he worked at his belt and pants. Smiling, she looked up at his handsome face and spoke with a tremoring voice.
"I hope that was just for openers, Bill!"
Chapter Six
It was two weeks after that memorable night when both Sally and Alice had discovered the true depths of their sexuality. But neither sister had really come to grips with that part of her personality yet. Sally had been tempted to talk about it with her husband; even though she had enjoyed being fucked and having her cunt licked out of her mind by his brother, she felt instinctively that he would understand. But he had been too busy or too tired . . . and then this tour had come up, throwing him into his work with an even more feverish intensity. In the end, she had decided that perhaps it would be better to discuss her confusion with another woman, one who would automatically be sympathetic, like her sister. But her dear Alice had been acting strange, curiously distant and aloof since that fateful night and gradually Sally had become convinced that it was her own sister who had inadvertently discovered her sexual transgression that night with Blake Laurel, and so she said not a word about it.
Alice, for her part, remained as confused as her younger sister. She, too, had been fucked half to death by her sister's brother -- and enjoyed every single magnificent second of it. Sally, of course, didn't know a thing about it, unless Bill had told her, which Alice considered highly unlikely. Now the chestnut-haired older sister found herself dealing with both Sally and Bill in an entirely new light, more readily sensing their unhappiness together and being at the same time glad and sorry to know of their discord. It would be a gross betrayal for her to become intimately involved again with her sister's husband and, perhaps, someday, to marry him. And yet ... every nerve-ending in her body seemed to blaze with fire every time she saw him! What am I going to do?
The week-long tour through the state had been an amazing success, even more so than Bill had expected. Every new town they visited seemed to be swarming with fans who poured night after night into the local theaters to hear The Family Enterprise perform their most popular songs. Bill had been surprised that both his wife and his sister-in-law had voluntarily agreed to come along. He knew how much Sally disliked these tours since she never had very much time alone with him and spent most of her time in hotel rooms waiting for him, receiving the reporters, making coffee and ordering sandwiches. He knew, too, that she loathed the constant flow of people, the constant pressure to solve all the last-minute problems that came up on the road, and so he couldn't understand why she had chosen to come along. Of course, with Alice to help her and keep her company, perhaps this trip would not be as hateful to her as the others had been.
Still, the young musician didn't give very much thought to his wife. This short tour seemed to have had more than its share of problems and most of his time was occupied in trying to solve them before performance time. One day the amplifier had broken; another day the equipment didn't arrive until half an hour before show time; Stan and Ted had a violent argument and both threatened to quit the group right there on the spot. Blake Laurel, too, had his hands full accommodating the many reporters who wanted to interview various members of the group, plus arranging for appearances on local radio and television shows in order to help promote the concerts. Nevertheless, ,he was acutely aware of Sally's presence and her frustration; he was also aware of the curious tension which existed now between the two voluptuously attractive sisters.
Thankfully, Sally mused, this was the last night of the tour. Tomorrow they would pack their bags and go home. Hopefully, during the drive back, she would be able to persuade Bill to take at least a few days off once they reached Los Angeles. For one thing, he truly needed the rest after this grueling trip. And for another, she simply had to have some time alone with him. The aching yearning in her sensuously alive cunt was growing stronger and stronger by the day, sometimes even waking her up in the middle of the night! Once she awoke, horrified, to discover her probing hot fingers buried deep in her fervently churning cunt, pushing past the swollen moist lips and into the eagerly clenching soft-walled chamber while her hips ground around and around those invading digits. She had turned to her sleeping husband and tried to arouse him, but it was a hopeless task, and she had to go into the bathroom and take a tranquilizer before she could get back to sleep!
Now the young wife stood in the wings during the last performance, her brother-in-law Blake on one side of her, her older sister Alice on the other. She felt Blake's hand teasingly tweak at the soft moons of her ass beneath her slacks and turned to glare disapprovingly at him but he didn't stop. Finally, disturbed at the growing, tingling sensation shooting through her cunt in response to his teasing and public manipulation of her ass-cheeks, she turned and moved away from him. She hoped Alice hadn't noticed . . .
But Alice had noticed. She felt her sister move almost imperceptibly and, out of the corner of her eyes, saw Blake's daring fondling of her sister's ass. Alice snorted disapprovingly. Hadn't her sister been unfaithful enough already? Hadn't she blatantly made love to Blake that night by the swimming pool while her handsome young husband was busy with his guests? Probably, she thought, Sally and Blake had been sneaking off every day during this tour to continue their clandestine affair without the least shame or conscience while Bill was working hard, performing and rehearsing and making the money which would support both his brother and his wife!
At last both women heard the final applause which signaled the end of the performance. The group had already gone back to perform two extra songs after a loud, foot-stomping, hand-clapping curtain call but now they would be finished for the night and finished with the tour. Sally knew that there was a large party scheduled at the home of a local radio personality for the group but she wasn't looking forward to it. Everyone would eat too much and drink too much. Blake would become overly arduous and attentive while Bill was surrounded by a bevy of young admirers and local impressarios, flattered by their attention and too busy to spend any time or attention on his wife. It would be very late before the party would break up, before Bill would come back to the hotel room and, more drunk than not, slouch to the bed and fall immediately asleep, in spite of the passionate craving of his voluptuous young wife for the thrilling, mind-blowing ecstasy of sexual union.
Sally sighed deeply as the group filed off of the stage, stepping past her as if she were a prop or a piece of furniture, and going off to the dressing room to change into fresh, clean clothes.
The young wife stood outside her husband's dressing room for nearly an hour, unable to bring herself to face the hordes of people filing in and out, wanting desperately to be alone with her loving husband, to feel his long hot hardness screaming up into the depths of her tremulously quivering belly. It had been weeks since they had slept together while the fire in her loins grew hotter and hotter just at the mere thought of his pulsing penis lunging into her warmly clasping cunt.
As she stood there, she saw Blake Laurel enter and leave the dressing room several times. Each time he passed, he whispered some provocatively seductive comment into her ear or boldly swiped against one of her sensuously tingling breasts, further inflaming her already simmering loins. Sally smoked cigarette after cigarette, her hands trembling nervously, her knees beginning to quake beneath her. Finally, her dashing and popular young husband emerged.
"So, there you are!" he exclaimed, wrapping one of his long, strong arms around her shoulder and guiding her slowly towards the exit. "You know Frank Long is throwing a party for us at his place. It's going to be some bash. He even told me that a big Hollywood producer is going to be there! How about that?"
The sensuous young wife tried to summon some enthusiasm to match Bill's. But her words poured out in a monotone of undisguised disappointment.
"Bill . . . that's great . . . really great . . . I. . . well, I -- "
But before Sally could pour out her aching heart to Bill, they were enveloped by a crowd of people and swept along towards the exit and out towards the three waiting limousines. Somehow, she was separated from him and watched over the heads of several blonde teenage girls as he stepped quickly into the car to avoid having his clothes ripped from his body. Within seconds, the car had sped away, leaving the nearly weeping wife standing on the sidewalk, her head spinning dizzily, her churning loins burning feverishly between her legs, all of her hopes and expectations thoroughly crushed.
Distraught and on the verge of tears, Sally Laurel made her way, fighting through crowds of people, back into the auditorium and into Bill's now empty dressing room. Slouching down onto the couch there, she buried her face in her hands and wept profusely, her entire body racked by the wrenching sobs that took control of her. Shaking, angry, she continued to cry out all of her frustrations, the sounds of her ' moaning sobs echoing in the stillness around her. She heard voices outside of the closed door, recognizing Blake's sonorous tones as he spoke eloquently to some newsmen, but she was too involved with her own sorrow to pay much attention to anything but the feverish yearning of her long-neglected womanhood.
It could have been minutes later ... it could have been hours . . . suddenly, the distraught young wife heard the dressing room door open and slam closed. Hoping beyond hope that her husband had returned for her, Sally lifted her tear-stained face to the intruder, But it wasn't her husband, Bill. It was his brother, Blake.
"Well, my dear, what's all this? I thought you would be happy that the tour is over, instead, here I find you drowning in your tears!"
"Shut up! And get out! Leave me alone, damn you!" she shouted angrily.
But her brother-in-law, in response, merely turned around and then Sally heard an ominous 'click' -- he had brazenly locked the door!
Her anger subsided. All that Sally Laurel felt then was drained, lethargic, hopelessly wretched. She simply didn't care anymore. It was too much to fight against. Her sexual appetites coursed through her hot blood, racing like wildfire from the sizzling depths of her pussy and radiating out from there through her entire body. But her rampant desires would never be satisfied. Bill simply didn't care. Or he didn't care enough, which amounted to the same thing. Resigned now to her hopeless fate, to a life of disappointment and frustration, Sally Laurel fell back against the couch and stared vacantly at some vague point in space before her tear-filled eyes.
"Still the same old problem, eh?" her brother-in-law teased, smiling lecherously as he advanced towards the slumped figure on the couch.
Sally didn't even look at him but continued to stare into space with an empty expression on her beautiful young face.
"Come now, Sally. Cheer up! You know you can get all the satisfaction you. want as long as Blake is around!" he laughed, sitting down beside her and taking one of her limp hands in his.
Still, she remained silent, brooding, staring.
Tentatively, Blake reached with one hand to unbutton her blouse. Hearing no protestations and feeling no resistance in her body, he continued his erotic work until her frilly white blouse had been slipped off of her shoulders. Bending his head, he planted wet, warm lips on one shoulder as his hand reached around her back to unfasten her lacy brassiere. Still she offered no resistance, uttering only hollow sighs. Within moments he had stripped all the clothing off of the upper half of her body, revealing the voluptuous hillocks of her ruby-crested breasts to his fascinated gaze. Yes, she was a tantalizing and provocatively beautiful woman, alright. Something must be really wrong with Bill if he wasn't turned on by such sensuous perfection!
Slowly, teasingly, Blake let his lips glide over her smooth, satiny skin to the succulent mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts. Here his lips paused, hotly massaging the soft, supple mounds, and he felt a slight shiver rippling through her body then as his warm, moist lips gathered in all the luscious bounty of her heaving mounds, his fiery tongue tracing lewd circles around her tautly distending nipples.
Her body jerked then and her head whipped around to look at the blond, curly head which seemed attached to her right breast. "Stop it! Stop it! God, why can't you leave me alone?" she cried, disturbed by the electric-like sensations of arousal that suddenly kindled a spark of life in her otherwise lifeless body. "Please, Blake! Go away! I don't want you to fuck me again! Do you hear me? / don't want you to fuck me again!"
"Really?" he laughed, lifting his head from her breast, then lowering it again to renew his erotically stimulating work on those precious, rosy-capped mounds.
A new shiver of lust ran through the young sister-in-law's half-naked body as his fire-filled tongue swiped and teased at the throbbing little buds of her nipples. Soon she felt his hands fumbling with her slacks but she was powerless to resist as she heard the rip of the zipper opening. And then his hands were at her softly rounded hips, lifting them, and a cool rush of; air brushed against her belly as the soft material slid down over her flaring hips, along the sensuous curves of her thighs and down the long, shapely columns of her legs.
"God! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!" she cried helplessly. She knew now that she couldn't stop him from stripping her panties away and, making her completely naked -- and she didn't want to! Every cell of her body cried out, demanding those shattering sexual thrills which they had so long been denied. Every nerve-ending in her body had been ignited by the flaming touch of his tongue to her breast and she knew that there was no turning back now. As he stood her up in front of him, he hooked his thumbs into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and a new bolt of overpowering arousal shook her being as his fingers deftly slipped the nylon bikini panties along the same path that her trousers had followed until they lay around her ankles. Carefully, willingly, she stepped out of them so that now she stood totally naked and hopelessly excited in front of her triumphantly grinning older brother-in-law.
Sally closed her eyes and could feel her naked form rocking precariously back and forth as she stood in her nakedness, her heart pounding madly in her chest so that her voluptuously full breasts jiggled and danced lewdly before Blake's appreciative gaze. Quickly, Blake tore his clothing from his body so that he was as naked as his captive sister-in-law whose ragged, panting breathing only served to excite him to even greater ardor. She had succumbed to the insane intensity of her desires with him once before and had been the wildest fuck of his life and he knew that she was just frustrated enough to do it again now. He often recalled that blissful evening, his wild and passionate tongue and cock-fucking of the beautiful wife of his younger brother, with sublime satisfaction, knowing that it was only a matter of time before her highly sensual nature demanded more of the same. Bill was a fool, a complete and utter fool, to waste such a brilliantly flowering garden of delights!
Unable to resist the provocative nakedness of his perfectly proportioned sister-in-law, Blake reached forward for her, clasping her around the buttocks and pulling her hungrily gaping pussy to his face. With a hand on either softly trembling thighs, he pushed her legs apart and burrowed his anxious lips into the wet inner slit, growling passionately as he realized that his encounter promised to be one of the most inspiring and pleasure-packed experiences of his young life!
Suddenly, her body jerked and began to bolt. Sally's willpower had abruptly returned, reminding her that this forbidden adventure with her own husband's brother could prove to be nothing but a disaster for all concerned.
But Blake held her tight, throwing her down onto the floor where he could see her soft, curl-fringed cunt lips pop open as her legs split from the fall. She clawed at him with devilish fury, screaming "Stop! Stop! No, don't!" all the while, kicking her legs and biting at him with her even white teeth. But Blake was both too determined and too strong for her. His cock already stood impatiently erect from watching her cunt mouth open and close as he struggled intensified and he was not about to give up the satisfaction her nakedness and submission had promised. Holding her down on the thick carpet, he held her arms pinned at her sides as he knelt over her panting, breast-dancing figure.
Satisfied that she was somewhat subdued after several long moments, Blake smiled teasingly down at the prone naked figure of Sally Laurel and moved one hand to- her quivering right breast. His hand enveloped that pliantly resilient mound and began to massage it slowly, enjoying its easy compliance to his erotic touch. "Now . . . that's better . . . much better ..." he whispered softly as his finger began to play around the rosy-hued crest of that succulent orb. "Yes . . . much better ..." he crooned as he pinched hard until that lust-button grew rigid beneath his fingers.
Then, still smiling, he lowered his head, planting his warm moist lips on that luscious mound of her breast, letting his tongue move teasingly around its taut, throbbing nipples until he could feel tremors of rampant desire rippling through her naked flesh beneath him. Still she didn't protest. Blake then moved his other hand down along the flat plane of her white belly, pausing to let his fingers tease hotly around her puckered navel, then on downward, relentlessly sliding until his hand slipped up into the fully spread lips of her cunt.
Sally's head began to flail from side to side, her eyes clenched tightly closed, as she lay stunned and electrified by the searing contact of his hot fingers within the nakedly spread flesh of her cunt. Half-heartedly, the young wife tried to resist the blinding flash of pure lust that sprang up unbidden within her, but it was an impossible task. The wheels had already been set in motion and she was beyond the point of no return. What followed seemed to Sally like a slow-motion dream, a cataclysmic sensation that was tearing her limb from limb. She became entirely a creature of her own passions, driven and compelled by it and hopelessly subject to its powerfully dominating force within her naked flesh. Her thighs and belly were consumed by a fire that was beyond her control and all the excitement she had been yearning for with her own husband, Bill, was now crashing through her helplessly aroused nakedness.
Opening her eyes, Sally watched, mesmerized, as her older brother-in-law carefully guided his erectly throbbing cock directly towards the moistly quivering little hole nakedly exposed to him between her willingly splayed thighs, that spot in the crux of her being which so traitorously longed to be mindlessly fucked and fully penetrated by the hotly searing thickness of a mammoth, hard, pulsing male cock.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oooooohhhhh! Oh God! Oh Blake! Eeeeeeerrrrruuuuugh!" she wailed piteously in agonized delight as she lay back, basking in the lurid sensations of erotic lust surging through her body as her brother-in-law plunged his enormously inflated prick deep up into her now eagerly waiting cunt. The rapture felt so exquisitely good that Sally couldn't move for several long moments, basking in that fulfilling glory she had been so long without. Yes, how long had it been since she had felt a man's hard cock clasped so tightly by her hungering young cunt walls . . . promising her that magnificent and ultimate fulfillment . . . wanting her . . . fucking into her . . . filling every last crevice of her eagerly welcoming pussy! Yes! she screamed silently to herself. Yes! Yes! Yes! How she needed it! How many nights had she laid awake dreaming of just this erotic sensation?
Sally strained her body up against her brother-in-law's, growling low moans pouring from her open mouth, nakedly grinding upwards, upwards, upwards, wanting him still deeper inside her passionately burning cunt.
"Oh God, Blake! Fuck me! Deeper! Harder! Pleeeeeze! Fuck me deeper! Way into me! Oooooooohhhh!" she wailed, clutching up at him and drawing him down tighter onto her loins and fully rounded breasts, pushing against his naked flesh as Blake grabbed the softly resilient cheeks of Sally's buttocks and fucked powerfully into her with his aching hardness, striking as far as he could into the gaping wetness of her willingly welcoming pussy slit.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me! Yeeeessss! Oooohhhhh! Ooowwwwrrruuugh!" Her cries came from the very depths of her sex-impoverished soul, spilling out from her throat of their own accord. Mindlessly aroused, blindly straining, all other thoughts and considerations no longer existed for the passion-driven young wife. All thoughts of Bill, of their marriage, of his neglect, of her churning frustration, all were smashed into a thousand tiny fragments by the madly fucking cock captured in the warmly clinging depths of her womb ... all the mad, rushing crowds of this tour ... all the blonde teenagers constantly flocking around her husband . . . that enormous, luxurious house echoing with emptiness ... all of those things now went up in smoke, destroyed by the magic of the passion brewing inside her cock-stuffed cunt! Sally splayed her legs wider now, as wide as she could to allow the thick, blood-pressured cock of her husband's older brother to smash and plunder ler aching, lust-fired cunt into a blissful and mindless state of exquisite ecstasy.
"Oh yes! Oh, it's so good! Yes, wonderful! Don't stop! God, Blake, don't ever stop fucking me like that!
Blinded and driven nearly out of her mind with the rapturous pleasure of her blazing passion," Sally received the brutal thrusting force of her brother-in-law into the madly seeping channel of her cunt, stretching out her legs still wider then locking them high up around his broad back. In and out he fucked madly, each lunge sending shivers of raw and unadulterated excitement through her naked flesh as his heavily burgeoning hardness reached the deepest regions of her hotly clasping cunt and she could feel each hard-driving inch of it as it raced madly towards its appointed destiny far up inside her belly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her fingers gripped convulsively around his back as his rhythmically pistoning rod jammed into her again and again, until she thought she would explode from the sheer delight of it.
Blake, too, thought he had never lived through such a mind-blinding fucking. Every nerve in his body seemed to be inflamed with the fire of his lust as he felt his cock growing still thicker with each demonic plunge into her wetly simmering cunt. His pelvis thrashed and ground into her now of its own accord, his testicles slapping lewdly her softly supple ass-cheeks with every downward plunge of his naked body. He could feel the hot cum searing in his lust-bloated balls, churning madly and impetuously demanding an explosive release. But he held back. He wanted her to cum first. And then he would cum . . . but not into her cunt!
"Aaaaaaaoooooosssssseeeeeeee! Ooooo owwwwwwuuuurrrggghhh!" she wailed mind lessl as her wildly abandoned orgasm began ti explode within her hotly straining loins Gyrating around his impaling rod of flesh grinding her hips feverishly against hi battering-ram, she felt those sharp, spirallini sensations spasm through her body, seeming to spin her in all directions at once, gripping all o her muscles in its convulsive vice. Like a tornado it swirled through her madly bucking, wildly thrashing cunt, followed by another and then still another explosive charge of lust as a floodtide of orgasmic juices poured like an overflowing river from her hotly steaming young pussy onto his still hotly pistoning cock flesh.
Sally lay at last, a whimpering mass ofj spent flesh beneath her victorious brother-in-law. He knelt over her, panting triumphantly and smiling broadly.
I've really done it now, he thought to himself. She has been wallowing in a pool of stagnant frustration and I've brought back a little life into her dying little cunt! She was an amazingly responsive and sexually vibrant creature, more woman than any he had ever known. He looked down at her pale, sweat-glistening face as she lay on the floor in a semi-swoon beneath his powerfully built frame. His cock still stood erect from his thatch of blond pubic hair, glistening wet with the rem- nants of her cunt juices from cumming, its bulbuous head crimson and throbbing with excitement. He had saved all of his precious cum for yet another spectacular sexual feat and the time was ripe now for it, before she had a chance to come to her senses.
Alice Rutledge stood, wide-eyed with admiration, next to her handsome brother-in-law, Bill Laurel, as he spoke with animation and enthusiasm to the people crowded around him. A drink in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other, he seemed to be the supreme incarnation of both masculine grace and virile sexuality as his eyes glimmered and gleamed and his mouth broke into a broad smile at some remark just made which Alice didn't hear. He was even more handsome than his publicity photographs made him out to be and his body was like a citadel of strength to the older sister of his wife. She was content merely to gaze fondly at him, uttering not a word, watching with keen fascination each and every movement of his lean, lithe young body and his ruggedly attractive face.
"Alice! There you are! I've been looking for you!" Her heart thumped madly against her chest. He had been looking for her! "Say, have you seen Sally anywhere? I've been looking for her for hours."
Alice felt as if a ten-ton weight had just crashed down upon her. It was Sally, after all, that he wanted.
"N-no. I haven't seen her at all," she responded bleakly.
"Didn't she come over here with you?"
"No! I thought she came with you!"
Bill paused for a moment, pondering. As if struck by a sudden inspiration, he dashed to the telephone. Alice watched him as he dialed a number, spoke a few brief words, then, shaking his head, he hung up the telephone and came back to where she was standing.
"She's not at the hotel. Look, Alice, would you do me a favor? Blake should still be back at the theater. Maybe he knows where Sally has gone. Would you mind running over there?"
Blake! Indeed, Blake probably did know where Sally was! Doubtless, they were together, making mad and passionate love to each other behind Bill Laurel's back! The very idea of her sister's blatent infidelity sent shivers of disgust up Alice Rutledge's spine. With a slow wag of her head, she agreed to Bill's request. After all, it would be much better if she discovered the lurid scene of their passion than if Bill were to stumble upon it!
"All right, Bill," she agreed, her head downcast, her eyes trying to avoid a direct confrontation with his.
"O.k. now, Sally, I want you to kneel up," Blake commanded confidently but not harshly.
"W-what?" the stunned young sister-in-law replied, understanding neither his words nor his intent.
"I said, kneel up. We're going to try something entirely different now. You're going to love it, believe me. I know / am!"
Sally slowly emerged from the entranced, misty state in which she had been suspended ever since the shattering experience of her last multiple orgasm. She felt as if she had been swept away on a light cloud of satiated pleasure which carried her far away, into the land of her dreams and out of the cruel reality which faced her. But now, drawn back to the world of naked truth by the jarring sound of his voice, she opened her eyes and stared vacantly at Blake Laurel's naked body and smiling face. Then, she clenched her eyes closed again, as if that would shut out the lurid memory of her sexual abandon so deliriously climaxed only a few moments before.
Sally shook her head in confusion as a dizzying eddy of conflicting emotions battled against one another in her mind. She could not deny that she had been overwhelmed with satisfaction at the fucking she had just enjoyed. But she could still deny the propriety of it, convinced as she was that she truly loved her husband and wanted desperately to be faithful to him. Yet, she had enjoyed Blake's tantalizing caresses and driving fucking. Somehow, he had discovered a void in her and had then set about filling that lonely, empty space. She felt at once grateful to him and repelled by the sinfulness of the act she had just committed -- and enjoyed. She needed the lust-incited excitement which her brother-in-law provided and which her husband lately had not. And yet ... and yet ... she was Bill's wife, Blake's brother's wife, and she loved her husband more than anything on earth!
Sally looked at her brother-in-law pleadingly. She needed time to think, to straighten out the whirlpool of conflicting emotions swirling through her mind. What was happening to her? Was she becoming a nymphomaniac? Was the sex drive stronger in her than her love for her husband? Would there never be any peace for her unless she had a thick, bloated cock sliding up between her wide-spread young legs? Or was what she felt simply the normal sex drive of a healthy young woman, too long neglected by her husband and, therefore, seeking other outlets for her raging passions?
More immediately, should she succumb to her brother-in-law's lewd desires or should she flee from him, as fast and as far away as she could?
Behind her, Blake Laurel peered down at her lovely, smoothly rounded buttocks, so invitingly naked before him, and decided firmly that he would have his way with her. In the end, he was sure, she would feel as complete and satisfied as he. "Come on, Sally," he commanded, "kneel and spread your legs to me."
Sally Laurel obeyed, not quite sure that she should, and not quite sure that she shouldn't.
Turning her head back towards her naked seducer, Sally saw his hard, upthrusting cock jutting nakedly out from his blond pubic forest, its heavily veined shaft-head pointing directly at the split between her unsuspecting buttock cheeks. At first, she thought that this was simply a new position, that he intended to slide his elongated, thickly pulsing instrument into the warmly nestling confines of her moistened cunt. But then, leaning over, he slowly and deliberately spread the cheeks of her softly rounded buttocks wider and wider, almost causing pain. Blake heard her moan and with a satisfied smile playing roguishly on his lips, he pushed his index finger forward into her pinkly puckered rectum.
Sally gasped. What was he doing? Her long, tapered legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull of her tendons where her thighs joined the area of her well-satiated pussy. Suddenly, she felt a slight sensation of stretching in her rectum and she realized with great alarm that her brother-in-law was eagerly working one stiffened finger into the narrow virginal opening! His finger seemed thick, although not as thick as ...
Oh my God! she cried silently to herself as the full realization that he was going to stick his cock up into her asshole struck her with a shattering force. She tried to wriggle away from his impaling finger as it began to turn in the deep, dark rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt, jerking motions that shot shafts of weirdly strange sensation throughout her entire naked body.
"Stop! Oh Blake! Stop it, I tell you! Nnnnnnnrrruuuugh!''
The sensation was devastating, concentrated in that never before explored passage between her splayed buttocks and radiating out from there until it crashed headlong into her spinning brain. No one had ever touched her back there before and it felt odd, abnormal and wretchedly immoral.
"Please! Please! Oh Blake, stop it! I can't stand for you to fuck me there! Ooooohhhhh! Rrrrruuuuuggghhh!" she begged, sobbing hysterically. But her determined brother-in-law acted as if she hadn't uttered a sound. His finger was completely impaled in her tightly cringing anal passage now and he decided to try to work another finger in there beside the first. Placing the second stiff, thick digit to the entrance of her roundly stretched rectum, he let it worm its way into that tightly clenching passage beside the first, watching almost gleefully as Sally jiggled and squirmed, trying to escape from this unaccustomed invasion. He knew that sooner or later -- hopefully, sooner -- she would come to enjoy this new sexual act as much as he was already enjoying it. Pulling her satiny buttocks back, Blake held her fast in that lurid position that opened her reluctant rear passage so wide to his obscene intentions.
"Relax . . . relax . . . believe me, this is going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life!"
"God! Oh stop it! Can't you see ... I've never heard of this . . . you'll hurt me! Please!"
Blake's voice acted like a soothing salve on her mind, although it did little to assuage the confusion of someone actually trying to fuck her back there. "Relax, Sally . . . just relax . . . it's going to feel better . . . soon everything will be sensational . . . but you've got to relax . . . you can't fight me, Sally . . . you know you can't . . . you know you need a man and his cock . . . you know you do ... so .just take it easy, Sally . . . nice and easy . . . everything is going to feel very good very soon . . . trust me, Sally . . . relax . . . take it easy ..."
Tears ran down the young sister-in-law's cheeks, partly from the dull throb in her rectum and partly from the dizzy confusion in her mind. He hadn't given her enough time ... he hadn't let her think things through ... she hardly knew who she was anymore ... or where she was... or why. All she knew was that the strange stretching feeling back in her rectum was too much to bear and all she wanted were the loving, soothing arms of her husband, Bill, the cruel man's brother. Struggling to support herself on her elbows, she began to pitch forward, propelled by Blake's teasing fingers in her wide stretched rectum and she felt as if she would faint from the eddying swirl of emotions within her dazed mind.
"Blake . . : Blake . . . don't . . . God, please stop . . . Blake ... I can't let you fuck me there . . . please ..." she stammered helplessly, wondering when this whole carnival-like episode would be over and she would wake up to the smile of her loving husband as if from a bad dream!
Sally felt his hard, naked stomach pressing up against the naked moons of her buttocks, and the thick, warm shaft of his pulsing cock touching her back there and then his fingers were sliding out with a small, wet, popping sound from her widely stretched anal passage. A sudden wave of emotional relief poured through her body as the two thick fingers slid out of her and a long, low sigh escaped from between her slackly-parted lips.
But her mental relief didn't last long. With a dread certainty of what was about to happen to her virginal asshole, the young wife felt the hardness of her brother-in-law's blunt-headed cock running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the softly fluted lips of her cock-satiated cunt to the base of her spine. Blake let his eager hands roam tantalizingly all over the silky-smooth flesh of her legs, her hips, her white belly, and everywhere that his hands touched her flaming flesh. Sally felt a lewd shudder of exciting sensations sweep through her. She whimpered softly, wondering how painful his thickly throbbing cock would feel at first in her hitherto uninvaded rear passage.
Suddenly, a new wave of lust-incited sensation rocked her nakedly kneeling body as she felt her brother-in-law slip his fingers into the warm, hair-framed lips of her cunt nestled so enticingly between her fleshy thighs. Tremors of arousal crashed through her loins as the eagerly exploring fingers slid wetly upward into the thoroughly moistened slit of her still hotly throbbing pussy from the fucking it had just received.
"Oh that feels so good," he murmured. "Feels good to you, too doesn't it, Sally? Well, it's gonna feel even better in a minute!"
"Oh my God! Oh, Blake, please! Don't hurt me! Do it! But don't hurt me! Oh God, please!" she cried pitifully, but Blake's desire-stiffened cock rose, red-headed and threatening, against the tiny opening of her anus and he let its thickened girth spread the soft resilient cheeks of her silky buttocks wide to admit his entry into the sacred little sanctuary of her rectum. Slowly, Sally's brother-in-law began to rock and push against her, working easily forward all the time, again pulling her nakedly kneeling naked body back toward him so that eventually the glistening, rubbery tip of his anxiously quivering cock entered with a small popping sound into the tightly clenching elasticity of the young redhead's hotly resisting anal passage.
"Ooooooh!"
"Relax . . . relax . . . come on, baby . . . just take it easy ..."
"Ooooooowwwwwwww!" Sally twisted her wretched body desperately, struggling in vain to get away from the huge fleshy hardness which invaded her rectum in the form of her brother-in-law's lust-hardened shaft. His long, thick cock was sinking deeper and deeper, further and further into the tight, darkly virginal passage of her widely stretching anus. The wrenching pain stabbed through her entire body and for a moment she thought she was going to faint from the excruciating intensity of it.
It was like a wild dream to the impaled young wife. She felt her head spinning dizzily, her body racked with incredible sensations of what, she was not certain, her rectum the fulcrum of that sensation. She could feel her husband's older brother begin to moan out his impassioned lust behind her now as he warmed to his erotic task. The hot touch of his hands on her provocatively dangling breasts as he reached beneath her to touch them sent lewd shivers of desire through her to combat the confusion in her mind as he began to earnestly knead and caress the trembling naked flesh with a steady, swaying motion.
"Ooooohhhhh! Uuuuuurrrggghhh! God . . . Blake . . . please ... do it slow and I'll take it all! ... please . . . Eeeeerrrrrrrruuu-uugh! Aaaaarrrrwwwww!"
"Relax, I said . . . just take it easy . . . fuck your asshole back at me ... fuck back . . . come on now, do as I say ... do it... fuck it back," he commanded sternly. He had never felt anything quite as exquisitely magnificent as Sally Laurel's tightly straining, rectum which squeezed so deliciously hard around his lunging cock, and a wide, lecherous grin spread across his passion-flushed face.
"I can't fuck back yet! It's not all the way in!" she groaned bravely. "Oooooooohhhhh!"
Sally gasped for breath as the thrusting pole of thickened flesh wormed its way deeper and deeper up into her virgin rectum. She was so enveloped in the newness of being fucked in the asshole and Blake was so enraptured by the scorching hot joy racing through his veins that neither of them heard the slight scraping sound outside the door. Someone was trying to turn the knob. But, of course, Blake had locked the door at the outset. Now the figure outside leaned against the door, pressing her ear tightly to it, straining to hear the whimpering sounds and lust-incited groans inside.
Alice Rutledge's suspicions were now ignobly confirmed. Sally was in there with her brother-in-law and although Alice couldn't see what was happening, she could hear every sound as clearly as if she stood right next to them. Her face flushed as she heard Sally cry out but when she heard Blake's lascivious groans, a strange, tingling sensation began to tickle at her own long-neglected loins.
And then she heard her unfaithful sister groan as Blake's loins smacked nakedly against the pale softness of her trembling, wide-held buttock cheeks. Alice heard Blake emit a sharp, piercing whine of passion and the tingling in her own loins became more intense. If only she could see what was happening in there!
The sight which would have greeted her eyes would have astounded her. Sally had now begun to tentatively lurch backwards, rocking her hips towards the lust-stiffened impaling cock of her older brother-in-law. With a gratified groan, Blake began to fuck rhythmically deep into the softly yielding confines of Sally's cock impaled asshole. Gasping for air himself, he saw the end coming soon, and began to fuck and lunge rapidly up into the warmly clinging depths of her tightly clenching rear passage. Beneath him, he could feel her entire naked body quaking violently in her rising passion.
Eagerly, he let his hands slip once more into the copper-tinged triangle of her hair-fringed cunt and he felt a shudder of what he knew was pleasure racing through her nakedness as her whole body lurched back at him. Yes, it was pleasure she was experiencing now if he was any judge of women. She was fucking back against him now in an entirely different way! And the sounds pouring from her throat were of a different caliber, too! She was beginning to enjoy being fucked in the ass, just as he promised she would! He could almost feel the flickers of flaming passion running through her body and magically into his!
Frantically, the older brother-in-law began to slither deeper and deeper inside her tortured rectum tantalizingly, further than he thought it would ever be possible to go! His fingers eagerly plied the delicate curl-fringed lips of his sister-in-law's hotly seeping cunt, and he watched, mesmerized, as the reddish skin of her little rounded rectum drew back with his cock each time he withdrew. His balls ached madly and tingled lewdly as he smacked loudly up against Sally's buttocks and his cock felt like a thousand tiny flames were flickering there as his redheaded sister-in-law began to moan and whimper and undulate her nakedly smooth buttocks back pantingly against him.
Smiling, he listened with pleasure to her impassioned cries. Alice listened, too, leaning against the door to support herself, feeling a tremendous pressure building in her own loins and racing hotly through her entire voluptuous body.
"' Ooooooooohhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuu-mmmrnmmm! Yes, yes, yes!" Sally cried as the stimulation of Blake's fingers in her already passion-flooding pussy began to wring from her a crazy, swirling new sensation of raw pleasure that made her bare her teeth and wag her head from side to side insanely out of control. Her brother-in-law was ass-fucking her -- and she was really beginning to enjoy it! What a cruel, perverted, heartless creature she must be! But oh, what a beautiful one!
The very thought of the lewd sight they made fucking there on the softly carpeted floor of the dressing room sent a new burst of fiery pleasure through Sally's nakedly trembling young body. She had tried to fight against the demands of her own nature, against the overpowering sexual drive that she knew she could never inhibit again! Each new thrust of her brother-in-law's passion-pistoning cock brought new waves of excitement to her lust-racked body; as it shoved almost brutally forward, she would squirm wantonly back onto it to soak up every last flash of pleasure it could produce within her!
"Oooohhh! Oooohhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhl Uuuuuummmmmm!" Sally moaned almost continuously now as her older sister listened intently on the other side of the door. The wanton abandon of their lust was crystal-clear to her even though she could see nothing of their lewd and obscene actions. Oh poor Bill, she cried silently as she let her body fall against the door. Whimpering softly, fighting against her own tingling desire that invaded her own rapidly moistening pussy, she felt the tears running like a river down her cheeks as she imagined the sight of their two naked bodies entwined together while his long hot hardness speared into the hungrily devouring little cunt mouth up between Sally's wide-splayed thighs!
Oh poor Bill! What had he ever done to deserve such a wicked wife and such an ungrateful, cruelly heartless brother?
Inside, beyond Alice's vision, Blake pulled Sally back, far and hard back onto his passion-plunging prick, now swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He would cum any minute now, his hot, white cum racing like a raging river from his balls and into her tightly clenching rectum in a never-ending stream of molten desires.
"Ooooorrruuugh! Aaaaaahhhhhl" she cried and then her ceaseless cries became mingled with his.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum! Gonna Cum! Gonna explode right into that tight little ass of yours! Oh, baby! Gonna cum . . . fuck back . . . gonna cum . . . fuck back ..."
Alice Rutledge couldn't stand anymore. Tears streaming down her lovely face, she ran on trembling legs away from this heartless debauchery and into the dark, deserted street in back of the theater.
"... gonna cum . . . oh, baby, here it comes . . . here it comes ..."
Beneath his back-breaking thrusts, Sally felt the first splashing torrents of her brother-in-law's hot-white semen crashing into her heretofore untouched anal walls, its hot, creamy warmth surging through her nakedly trembling body like a volcanic eruption. It was a thoroughly new sensation and it was just powerful enough to trigger her own impending orgasm, so that the hot juices of their lust gushed from their madly thrashing bodies at exactly the same time.
"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Uuuuuu-uuhhhhhh!" The hot, thickly overflowing sperm ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly quivering pussy where it met with the hotly flowing juices of her own shattering, convulsing climax and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down her inner thighs and onto the soft pile carpet beneath their nakedly straining, spasming bodies.
At last, the lust-exhausted young wife fell forward, away from the now limp penis and naked loins of her brother-in-law. A warm after-glow of triumph radiated through her entire being as she lay panting on the floor before him.
"Well," Blake said, smiling down at his sweat-glistening sister-in-law with undisguised pleasure and raw lechery, "what do you suggest we do for a follow-up act?"
Chapter Seven
When she thought about it later, Alice Rutledge wasn't sure how she found a taxi outside of the theatre nor did she remember telling the driver where to take her. Her hands trembled violently as she sunk back against the soft vinyl seat, her mind spinning dizzily, a thousand butterflies flittering around through her tremulous stomach. The scene which she had just overheard in her brother-in-law's dressing room made her wince with agony but also with a fearful, tingling-like sensation that rose up in her cunt and speared along her voluptuous quaking breasts.
Alice took a deep sigh to steady her nerves.
What should she do now?
Should she finally tell Bill what she had witnessed that other night in his own backyard and what she had just overheard in his dressing room? Should she betray her own sister by revealing her infidelity to her handsome, rock singer husband? What would Bill Laurel do if he discovered that his own older and trusted brother had wickedly seduced Sally Laurel and that they were both of them, at this very minute, indulging in a sexual orgy right back there in his dressing room?
Alice imagined their two naked bodies together, glistening withe sweat, entwined in the most lewd and obscene positions as Blake's mammoth, thickened cock stormed into Sally's virginal rectum -- for that was surely what was happening in that dressing room if Alice was any judge. The words and sighs and moans she had heard were unmistakable. Blake was probably coming at Alice's younger sister from behind, pulling apart the sensuous moons of her silky-smooth ass to invade that tightly clasping pink aperture between them. Alice shuddered. An electrifying bolt of excitement ripped through her own loins as that lurid image became implanted in her reeling brain.
Yes, she would have to tell Bill. There was no other way. It would be cruel to let the handsome young husband go on thinking of his wife as a plaster-cast saint when in fact, Sally Laurel acted like a common whore with his own brother! Her lips and fingers trembling, Alice lit a cigarette then snuffed it out quickly when she realized that the taxi had at last arrived at her destination. Now she would have to go in there, face Bill Laurel, look him square in the eye and describe to him the cruel deception of his wife and brother as they made mad and passionate love together in the theatre dressing room. It wouldn't be an easy task, but she had to do it... had to do it ... no choice ... it wasn't fair to Bill to keep the truth from him any longer . . . even if Sally was her own sister . . .
Alice Rutledge walked into the crowded, smoke-filled party once again, this time with violently quaking knees. Immediately, her eyes roamed through the crowd to find Bill Laurel, her sister's husband, who was at this very moment being cruelly betrayed by his own wife and brother. Her eyes blurred by tears, the voluptuous young woman walked as if entranced through the dense crowd of guests, seeing little, hearing less, searching, searching for the ruggedly handsome face of Bill Laurel.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around. She was shocked to find herself facing Stan and Ted Laurel, Bill's brothers. Both simled radiantly, obviously having had too much to drink already, and Stan's hand reached around to playfully fondle one of the dress-sheathed curving spheres of her ass.
"Stop it!" she snapped. "What do you want?"
"Take it easy, Alice. Take it easy," Stan laughed. "What's the matter with you anyway? Relax. Have a good time. That's what a party is for, you know."
"Leave me alone," she cried, trying to wrench herself free from his grasp as Ted stood by, a roguish smile playing on his sensuous lips.
"OK, OK. Just wanted to ask you wheteher you know where Blake is," Ted sighed, looking at his brother in perplexity.
"Blake!" the sensuously curved young woman cried. "Yes, I know where he is. Back at the theatre. But where is Bill?"
Ted and Stan exchanged a knowing glance. Blake being Blake, he had probably found some young blond teenage fan of theirs back at the theatre and was having a sort of party of his own with her! And why should they miss out on the fun? Quickly, the two brothers put their drinks down and, as they turned to leave, turned back to Alice for a brief moment.
"Bill? Oh, he's locked away in the study with some big Hollywood producer. I wouldn't disturb him if I were you," Ted volunteered. "He'll be out in a while. Relax and have yourself a nice drink in the meantime."
Alice watched, dumbfounded, as the two brothers snaked their way through the crowd and out the front door of the house. Now where could they be going? Well, no matter. She would have a drink! God, she could really use one to pluck up her strength and to stop that terrible trembling between her rounded young thighs. Maybe a good stiff drink -- or even two -- would give her enough courage to talk to Bill when he emerged from that meeting . . .
Ted and Stan opened the dressing room door with their key and walked in, unannounced. There on the floor they saw the two naked bodies of their brother Blake and their brother Bill's wife, Sally, both of them panting and sighing. For one brief moment, the two brothers froze. They had expected to find Blake nakedly romping with some girl -- but that hadn't expected that girl to be Sally Laurel!
Each brother shot the other a meaningful, smiling glance. Then, while Sally screamed, they rapidly tore the clothing from their well-built young bodies until they were as naked as Sally and Blake.
"Ted! Stan! Oh my God! W-what . . . h-how . . . oh, please, go away! W-what are you doing? N-no No! Oh my God!" the young wife cried, trying futily to cover her nakedness with her arms and hands as she watched the clothing being torn from her two brothers-in-law's bodies. When first she saw their naked flesh, she closed her eyes tightly, as if to block out that evil sight, but it was no use. She could hear them laughing, hear their zippers coming down, and worst of all, Blake was laughing, too!
"Well, I suppose you boys have come for a little fun!"
"Absolutely," Ted chimed.
Oh God! Sally groaned silently to herself. How she had ever gotten herself into such a compromising position! It was wrong and wicked enough to make love to your husband's brother -- but to three of his brothers? A shiver of dread ran up the length of her spine as she realized that she was in no position to protest in the least. They would do what they wanted with her and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it! She was hopelessly compromised now and she would be compelled to do whatever they asked, whether she wanted to or not.
Oh God! Oh Bill, it's you I really want! It's you, my darling husband, that I need and love above all others!
A jolt of excitement rippled through Sally's naked body as she felt hands roaming over the smooth skin of her sides and up to the quivering mounds of her bountiful breasts, the soft, sensitive tips of her nipples being teased and tweaked into vibrantly throbbing life by the strange set of hands. Opening her eyes, she saw Ted and Stan both bending over her prone form, their eyes glistening with lust, lecherous smiles playing on their lips. It was Stan whose hands were now busy exploring her naked flesh while Ted and Blake watched with undisguised delight.
Looking from one to the other of her husband's brothers, the helpless young wife cried, "Please! Oh God, not all of you ... at once! You can't do this to me ... not all of you ... at the same time!"
"Don't worry, Sally," Ted smiled. "We're experts at this. Believe me, in the end, you're going to be crying for more!"
A new chill of dread ran up the helpless young wife's spine as she watched their lust-clouded eyes wandering over the silky contours of her nakedly voluptuous body, eagerly drinking in every small detail of its voluptuous form. Suddenly, she felt herself being turned over onto her flat white belly and Stan poised in front of her, his strong hands on her shoulders as she felt the heavy fleshiness of Ted's cock insinuating itself into the softly yielding crease of her buttocks while his hands massaged those twin full moons eagerly.
"Ummm . . . you've got a beautiful body, Sally, really beautiful," Ted murmured from behind, his hands moving up to clutch hungrily at her sensuous breasts, kneading that flesh almost harshly and tweaking the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "Yes . . . truly beautiful . . . ummmmm!"
"Oh please! Please! leave me alone ..." the young wife begged, but to no avail as she suddenly felt hands all over her naked flesh, caressing, exploring, fondling every part of her trembling young body. Blake's middle finger found her warm, open cunt from behind and played with its fleshy folds, teasing her rigidly throbbing clitoris, then thrusting wetly up into her softly yielding vagina. Hands were all over her now, but none were as lascivious as Ted's, who forced her tighter down onto the thick carpet on her stomach, spread the soft, cushiony cheeks of her buttocks apart and began to taunt her tightly puckered anus.
Not that again! the young wife screamed silently! God, it was painful enough before . .. pleasurable, too, in the end, but will Ted be as gentle as Blake was? Anyway, I'm all slippery and stretched in there now from his fucking and cramming it in, so maybe it won't even hurt at first.
Quivering now in slight apprehension, Sally felt his hands opening the soft, trembling cheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even wider. She tried to clench the ivory-smooth speheres and hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and vulnerably unprotected beneath their lust-filled eyes, and as Ted pressured those rounded orbs further apart she could feel a rush of cool air brush over the tightly clenched mouth of her rectum. Tears suddenly began to cascade down her flushed cheeks as she thought of her husband, Bill Laurel, and how cruelly he was now being betrayed not only by her but by his own brothers!
Then, the squirming young wife felt a sharp, abrupt pain as Ted wormed one finger up to the first knuckle joint into her clasping rectal opening. Her anal passage gripped defensively at this uninvited invasion, but she was powerless to stop it. Resigned to her fate now, all she could hope for was some degree of compassion from the three men who were about to do their erotic work on her.
"Please . . . please be gentle . . . gentle . . . please ..." she cried helplessly as Ted thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand. Soon he began to slide in and out of that stretched rear passage, expanding the warm velvety passage in preparation for the greater entry that was to follow.
"Oh, we'll be good to you," Ted murmured as he lodged his legs between hers, holding them wide apart to expose the full plane of her naked loins to him. Sally turned her head to the side and discovered, much to her own astonishment, that she could see this entire obscene scene reflected in the dressing room mirror! She couldn't help but gaze wide-eyed at the mirror when she saw Ted pull the heavy foreskin of his uncircumsized penis back, reveling the crimson-blunt head, then point it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had already prepared for this entry with his worming finger!
His hands were still playrng at the full rounded orbs of her breasts, tweaking and teasing the nipples until jolts of electric excitement began to pulse through her naked flesh. These sensations were only multiplied now as she recalled the devine orgasm Blake had caused by sodomizing her . . . oh, if only Ted would be as gentle and fulfilling as Blake had been! Unable to take her bulging eyes from the mirror, Sally watched her husband's brother raise his elbows and press his hips forward, aiming the lust-bloated head of his hungry cock directly at the near-virginal mouth of her rubbery back channel.
And then she felt it, pushing hard against her anus. Sally gaped wide-eyed at the reflected image in the mirror to see the massively stiffened cock suddenly pop like the cork of a champagne bottle into her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"Sure . . . easy does it . . . relax and enjoy it, Sally," Ted responded as he slid into that expanded orifice, feeling it grip tightly against the insinuating length of his probing cock. Chilling thrills of lust raced up the length of his probing cock. Chilling thrills of lust raced up the length of that instrument and through his entire body as he grinned victoriously at his two watching brothers just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft, velvety channel of her helplessly stretched rectum.
Squirming before this rear assault, the young wife could feel every inch of her brother-in-law's lust-pressured cock as it slid into the dark, mysterious channel of her enormously expanded anus, and she whimpered from the shooting pain his entry caused. She felt Blake's hands moving over the naked flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly as Ted lifted her firm, rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her thighs to push them wider apart, spreading her cushiony ass-cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock to slide deeper into her stretching rectal canal. Alice felt warm tears trickling from her eyes as they once again locked to the mirror where she saw the desire-flushed faces of her husband's other two brothers moving closer towards her naked flesh to watch the heated rod of thick, hard flesh that was sliding deeper and deeper into the warm, softly yielding depths of her defenseless rectum. Suddenly, with a loud smacking noise, it was sunk unbelievably to the swaying, cum-laden balls hanging beneath it.
The young wife had stopped struggling, realizing that it was hopeless to resist this incredible attack and realizing also that the more she relaxed, the more she would enjoy it. The pain now was bearable . . . not quite as excruciating as it had been when Blake first penetrated that hitherto virginal passage . . . perhaps before long she would begin to enjoy it ... and then it would be over . . . perhaps later she would have time to straighten out her thoughts and her life . . .
Her thoughts were diverted then as she felt the enormously thickened cock pushing solidly into her grotesquely expanded rear passage now, rubbing and thickening to a far greater girth now that it had entered its tightly clinging sanctuary. Ted's hands were gripping her softly flaring hips now as he fucked and plunged into the darkened depths of her vulnerable ass. Each new thrust brought a new jolt of pain, but not the overwhelming, searing pain she had felt earlier, but rather dull aching which radiated out from her brutally invaded ass. Her musician brother-in-law was ramming into her with longer, smoother strokes, thrusting the entire elongated length of his cock up her rectum until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tight, straining cunt. Small whisps of pleasure now began to tickle her hot-blooded body now as his strokes grew longer, smoother, lunging easily into her grqedily clenching rectal passage. Soon . . . soon, she hoped those small tremors of delight would turn to a burning fury of passion . . . soon. . .
Again, in the mirror, she saw Stan beside her, his cock hard and jutting out from his pubic thatch almost ominously. She felt him squeeze one softly resilient breast and trace his hand down her nakedly sweating body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until those small tremors of desire in her blood began to become quaking shocks of insane pleasure rocking through her nakedly kneeling young body.
"Hey, flip her over now, Ted," Stan cried at his brother who was concentrating all of his considerable energies on the thin, pink ridges of her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thickly pulsing cock from that impaled passage.
"Ooohhhh ... ok ... over we go ... uuuurrrrrgh!" Sally's brother-in-law moaned as he obeyed his brother's command.
The hopelessly comprised young wife knew that there was nothing she could do but submit to this agony of her three lecherous brothers-in-law. But even if she could have stopped them, she wasn't sure that she wanted to! Already she could feel the first heated boiling of desire coursing through her veins . . . and besides, she had never been fucked by two men before, much less three! It might prove to be one of the most exciting experience of her young life! Oh, if only Bill were here now! If only I could feel my darling husband's cock ramming into my hungry cunt! It's really BUI I want. . . but since I can't have him . . .
Her rambling thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Ted's hands on her hips again. He rolled her over to one side, pulling her naked body back on top of his so that her smooth, hollowed back now pressed down against his taut stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside on his own while his mammoth, throbbing cock lay buried up to its hilt in the heated depths of her asshole.
Stan, grinning triumphantly, crawled on top of her nakedness, forcing his powerful thighs between hers and Ted's, spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard, jerking cock directly towards the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her hungrily seeping pussy.
Yes, she wanted that cock in her cunt! The passion now burning through her body threatened to consume her entire being unless she could feel the hard, driving force of a pistoning cock ramming into her greedily eager confines of her sex-starved cunt! Ooooohhh! Aaaarrrrugh! Oooowwwuuurrgh!" she cried as the delirium of her passion overwhelmed her thrashing, nakedly straining body. It was the most exciting, mind-blinding experience she had ever discovered and the thrills of insane pleasure seemed to boil in her blood as her cunt and ass were set ablaze but the heated thrusting of those two incrdibly thickened shafts of pleasure-packed flesh!
It also seemed unbelievable to the remaining brother, Blake, who watched in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust as his two brothers speared arduously into the naked, trembling body of their brother's wife. He pulled at his own aching penis as he watched, wide-eyed and breathless, while the jink frayed edges of her pink pussy flesh pulled out with Stan's withdrawing penis on the outstroke and disappeared lewdly back inside as he plunged again deep into the clinging depths of her tremulous white belly. The same view came to his bulging eyes of Ted's thick, hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the tight, pink puckered edges of her tightly clenched asshole with it, then wetly slamming back into her until his cum-bloated testicles were wedged hard up into the softly supple cheeks of her creamy white buttocks.
It was more than Blake could bear. He lay on his side next to Stan's head until his own passion-hardened pole of manflesh was even with his brother's wife's luscious ruby lips.
Sally Laurel couldn't quite believe the fires of agonized pleasure that now consumed her nakedly thrashing body. She felt Ted's fingers teasingly kneading at her breasts and she was dimly aware of another presence beside her face as the great wetness and tearing thrusts continued between her wide-stretched legs. Her mouth opened and closed in soundless moans of pleasure as wave after wave of magnificent pleasure radiated out from her invaded genitals throughout the rest of her nakedly heaving young body. At last, she managed to voice her burning passion with a long, low, continuous wail that came from the very depths of her passion-provoked soul.
Their dual presence down between her softly yielding thighs was like a little taste of glorious heaven to the impassioned young wife as she reveled in the reckless bucking of her body between the dual-pistoning cocks filling her up more completely and divinely than she had ever imagined possible. Then, she felt a hand entwining gently in her red hair ... and then there were fiery fingertips opening her mouth and a smooth, rubbery hotness teasing against her parted lips. She opened her eyes to see Blake's pleasure-giving penis leading down to her mouth. Within a split second she realized what he wanted. She had only done such a thing once before, with her darling husband, and she recalled how exquisitely ecstatic it had been then. Relaxing her lips, she let him carefully open them with his fingers and slide his long hard cock into the warm, moist saliva of her mouth, tasting its bittersweet fluids as the tip of it first touched her tongue. She could feel that heated instrument slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its fleshy rigidity. She wanted to cry out but couldn't as he held her face tightly between his hands and began to fuck into her mouth, its full length disappearing between her luscious, full lips.
Gasping for air, Sally struggled to cry out the intensity of her agonized pleasure. Oh, if only one of those magnificent cocks fucking into her could be Bill's! If only he could awaken in her the extreme passions of her sexuality as his brothers were now doing! How glorious it would be to feel the hot surging length of her husband's manhood slamming into her cock- hungry cunt the way his brother Stan's was now doing! The very thought of being now magnificently fucked by three men at the same time -- and her husband's brothers at that -- sent a new wave of fiercely burning pleasure swirling madly through her cock-stuffed belly, and finally, from around the passion-propelled penis fucking into her eagerly sucking mouth came a strange, low moan of sublime ecstasy. Her body was undulating wildly now and both her cuntal and anal muscles began to clench even tighter around the two pistoning rods of flesh pummeling into her between her wide-splayed legs.
The impassioned young wife moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily around her brother-in-law's cock fucking madly into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Blake's hard, viscious drives, delighting in the touching of its madly throbbing veins and corrugated wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the pulsing head, its tip searching hotly for the tiny split on End. She reveled in the insane glory as her buttocks moved downwad against Ted's upthrusting, plunging cock storming into her naked rectum, and then forward and upward to suck in all of Stan's lunging hot rod slamming into her insatiable clutching pussy. All thought of her husband, of her sister, of her glamorous life now flew from her mind as the burning sensations of lust ripped like wildfire through her nakedly straining young body. Nothing mattered any longer except the passion-provoked cocks fucking into her every bodily opening and she rocked crazily to their demonic attack, while she sucked like a wildcat at Blake's madly pistoning poker of hot flesh burning a fiery path into the moist, warm depths of her hungry mouth.
Yes, she wanted them! All three of their divinely fucking cocks satisfying her completely! She wanted Blake's cum in her mouth, searing hot as it poured over her tongue . . . wanted it to gush out into her throat . . . wanted it to dribble hotly down her chin . . . and then Stan's cock would fill her belly and Ted's cock would explode into her, too, and all three of them would fill her to overflowing with their precious, life-giving juices!
Oh God! The deliriously impassioned young wife could feel her brother-in-law's cock expanding inside the madly sucking walls of her mouth . . . she tongued it madly, wildly ... he would cum any minute now . . . cum in great thick waves into the back of her throat like a river in flood . . .
It burst before Sally could finish her wildly tumbling thoughts. Like a great, gushing hose it shot forth thick hot streams of the creamy white fluid deep into her greedily sucking throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed demonically to keep from gagging on the great, continuous jets spewing endlessly from it.
She swallowed in voracious quick gulps, locking her luscious lips tightly around the cumming cock, sucking wildly to drink up every last drop of his scalding hot juices. Even so, small trickles of it dribbled from her lips as Blake groaned and rolled away from her, his deflating organ slithering limply from between her still clasping, sucking lips, thin, sticky streams of warm, white semen falling down her sculpted chin as he slowly backed away.
But Blake's was only the first burst. Now that her mouth was free, the wantonly abandoned young wife screamed deliriously, her voice cracked with the intensity qf her passion. "Oh yeeess . . . fuck me . . .please . . . fuck me ... oooooohhhhh . . . aaaahhhhhh ..." she cried to each hard-plunging thrust into her clinging cunt and asshole. The two brothers of her husband became even more impassioned by the sound of her wailing voice, even more driven to demonic fury as they lunged mercilessly into her until all three of them began to moan in strange, incoherent cries of unadulterated sexual abandon.
No one saw the stunned figure of Bill Laurel standing then in the doorway of the dressing room, flanked by his chestnut-haired sister-in-law. And no one would have cared even if they had noticed the alien presence.
Chapter Eight
"You're lying!" Bill Laurel screamed after his voluptuous young sister-in-law had finished her revelation.
"I wish I was," she replied sadly, not daring to look directly into Bill's startling blue eyes.
"Where is she? Where is my wife?" he bellowed, his knees quaking, his hands reaching to grab his sister-in-law by the shoulders so he could shake the truth out of her.
"Bill . . . please . . . you're hurting me."
The distraught young husband sighed deeply, trying to regain his lost composure. If what Alice had just told him was true . . . no, it couldn't be. True, he had neglected Sally very badly . . . but Blake would never . ] . not with Bill's wife ... he wouldn't dare touch a hair on Sally's head . . . would he? Blake had, of course, quite a reputation as a Hollywood seducer, getting into the panties of every young starlet he could find. But would he dare . . . could he possibly . . . with Sally . . . ?
"I said where is she," he repeated, grim determination emphasizing his words.
"Back at the theater ... in your dressing room . . . but, please, Bill -- "
Before the dismayed young woman could finish her sentence, her brother-in-law had grabbed her by the arm and was ushering her out the door. It was tooiate now to stop him, she thought, as she watched the furious rage in his anger-flushed face.
Bill Laurel, still dragging his voluptuous young sister-in-law by the arm, could hear the unmistakable sounds coming from his dressing room as soon as they entered the back door of the theatre. With giant strides, he raced forward, his eyes black with rage, his hand tightly grasping Alice's arm as he ran headlong towards the half-open door from which he could see a thin stab of light emerging. Once he reached that door and saw the incredible orgy inside, his mouth flew open, his eyes flew open, and his hand clenched convulsively around the soft arm of Alice Rutledge as he gaped in abject disbelief at Blake's limp cock slipping out of his wife's still sucking mouth!
"Oh yesssssss . . . fuck me . . . please . . . fuck me . . . ooooohhhh . . . aaaahhhh . . . " rang like a thundering echo in his ears. His first instinct was to crash into the room, to forcibly break up this ludicruous sexual escapade between his three brothers and his own wife. But he found himself rooted to the spot where he stood, his legs disobeying his commands to carry him forward, his eyes locked on the nakedly thrashing body of his wailing wife. He was much too stunned to act or think coherently as the obscene spectacle continued before his amazed eyes, while Alice stood by in fascinated horror.
"Aaaaahhhh . . . oooohhhh . . . eeee . . . yes, like that," Sally wailed wildly as her dismayed and shocked husband watched, realizing that this was all his fault, that if he had been the lover he ought to have been to his highly sensual wife, none of this would ever have happened.
"Yes ... do it to me ... fuck me good ... oh God . . . keep fucking . . . harder . . . deeper . . . both of you . . . oooohhhh!" The thought of two of her husband's brothers fucking into her nakedly thrashing body while the sticky white cum of another still clung to her chin drove the young wife absolutely insane with flaming hot passion, drove her headlong into an even more frantic frenzy of lust. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of it becoming more and more exquisitely exciting as the hungry fingers played freely over her nakedly sweating flesh as she was gloriously impaled in cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind seemed to explode into a dazzling array of lights . . . nothing else in the whole wide world mattered now . . . nothing at all except those two magnificantly mammoth cocks fucking into her deleriously clinging rectum and her fire-filled, madly sucking cunt . . . nothing at all but the shattering rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling belly!
"Oh God . . . I'm going to cum . . . cum . . . fill me now . . . fill me with your cum . . . fill my belly with it ... cum into me together!" she wailed wildly, in a shrieking, passion-choked voice as the smooth, slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracted hungrily around the lust-propelled penises that slammed hard into her.
Ted was the first to explode within her naked flesh. She heard his delerious cry and, her naked body writhing and twisting insanely between the two ardently fucking brothers of her husband, she felt the hot boiling river of Ted's shooting sperm racing deep into her rectum as her own orgasm began to ripple in convulsive spasms through her madly thrashing flesh. Unfathomable sensations of pure rapture flooded through her entire being and she could feel every throbbing sensation of his hotly jerking cock as it spewed out its hot, creamy load deep up into the dark depths of her still feverishly sucking bowels. It was like a tidal wave, completely inundating her with its shattering warm pleasure and she rocked eagerly to greet it.
Bill Laurel watched in stunned amazement, watching the ripples of her orgasm tear through her naked flesh as her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her body arched, rose and fell, and seemed to be gripped by wildly convulsive spasms as the cock in her rectum spewed out its full burden of hotly creaming passion deep up into her waiting belly.
Then, Stan grunted and rammed his cock as far as it would go up into her wildly clasping cunt while she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her trembling chest as she felt the first fluids of his explosive climax. His madly throbbing, thickened pole of flesh let loose and began pouring its thick white jets of scalding semen far, also, into the depths of her trembling white belly, her own climaxing secretions mingling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy engulfing them all at the same time, throwing them into a heaven of devine and exquisite rapture . . .
It was then that they all heard the bellowing sound of Bill Laurels' voice.
"Get out! God damn you, get the hell out of here! All of you! Right now!"
Sally Laurel turned, saw the flushed-crimson face of her outraged husband, and promptly fainted.
When Sally Laurel came to she felt a soothing hand caressing the naked contours of her bruised and battered young body. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked directly into Bill's deep blue eyes which gazed lovingly down at her.
"Babe, listen to me ..." he began, his voice filled with a deep and abiding love which came, Sally knew, from the bottom of his heart. He loved her still! In spite of everything he had seen, in spite of the wicked scene which had greeted his eyes she didn't know how long ago ... he still loved her!
She opened her trembling lips to speak. "Oh darling . . . my darling Bill . . . please, please forgive me!" she whispered. His hands were running along her naked sides, his eyes following their course as they arrived at the full alabaster mounds of her voluptuous breasts as though he were studying and appreciating a work of art which he had just discovered for the very first time.
"No ... I think it's you who ought to forgive me," he murmured, his hands now gently massaging those twin full orbs which trembled upon her heaving chest. Tiny flickers of renewed desire began to tease at the young wife's loins as his hands worked their erotic effect on her naked body. Then, carefully scooping his sensuous young wife up in his arms, he picked her up and carried her to the soft couch in the corner of the room. Here he placed her gently, then sat down beside her, gazing lovingly into her eyes. Once again his hands began an erotic exploration of the hills and valleys of her well-curved body and his lips trembled softly as he spoke.
"I'm the one to be forgiven. I've neglected you . . . left you alone too often . . . haven't been as good a husband as I always meant to be ..."
"Oh my darling Bill," his beautiful young wife cried, reaching up to wrap her soft arms around his neck, drawing her body close to the warmth of his. "God, I've missed you so! And I love you, Bill, I really do, in spite of -- "
"Shhh," he whispered gently close to her face so that his hot breath raced into her ear. "Shhhh, my darling Sally. We'll talk about that later." Wrapping his arms around her naked body, he held her tight, letting his moist, warm lips nestle in the bend of her neck, leaving a trail of wet, tingling kisses as his mouth moved down over her smoothly rounded shoulders to the softly supple orbs of her ruby-crested breasts. Here his lips sought to envelop the entire mammoth mound, his tongue flicking out to tease enticing little circles around her awakening rosy nipples. He felt a shudder of desire ripple through her as his tongue-tip teased that sensitive button until he felt it begin to throb vibrantly beneath his loving ministrations.
Sally watched as her husband very slowly undressed and climbed onto the couch beside her. She felt his arms, strong yet gentle, wrap themselves around her and felt his burning kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, her shoulders, the tips of her sensuously curved breasts, her now quivering belly, her softly rounded thighs, her feet, her toes and back up again. A delicious little giggle escaped from her throat as his eager tongue now lapped anxiously all along her smooth, white nakedness like a greedy scavenger, tasting all the womanly sweet delight of her as it traveled in its erotic path along her flesh.
The delighted young wife felt her satiated young body responding to his tender tongue-caresses and realized that her hopes and dreams of the past few months were, at long last, going to come magnificantly true!
"Oh Bill! Oh my darling husband! God, how I love you!"
"Shhhh," he whispered, "We've got more important things to do than talk!"
