"All right, Diane, what is it? What's wrong now?" Roger Burns asked with a weary sigh, reaching out with one arm into the darkness to turn on the bedside light. "I can't get to sleep with you lying over there whimpering."
"You know what's wrong!" Diane retorted bitterly.
"Don't tell me you're crying over the death of my dear mother," Roger said, a note of sarcasm in his voice, for though sorrow would have been appropriate since the woman's funeral had been just that morning, Roger knew that there had never been any love lost between the two women. Far from it.
"No, Roger, I'm not crying for your mother, but you'd think you, at least, would still be in mourning," the young woman said, starting at him, fury flashing in her brown eyes. "But no, even at the cemetery I saw the way you were looking at Charlene ... at your own mother's funeral it's indecent!"
"For Christ's sake, Diane, don't start with that crap again," Roger snapped, resisting the temptation to go over to the twin bed where his wife lay to shake her until her teeth chattered. He felt extremely uncom-fortable and just a little bit guilty. A guy can't help looking, he told himself, when a broad as well-built as young Charlene Mills comes into view, and he had to admit to himself that he had felt some pretty strong vibrations passing between them when their eyes had met that morning ...
"It's disgusting," Diane went on, interrupting his thoughs, "Flirting with the maid at your own mother's funeral."
'Stopit, Diane, just stop it right now,'' Roger cut her off, his anger building. "You know very well that she's not the maid. Bill told us himself that she's been more like a daughter to them this last year."
"Well, I never saw a man look at his daughter the way Bill looks at her, "Diane said, feeling her anger and jealousy combine and stick in her craw, choking the hot bitter words out of her. "There's something funny going on around here. I can't put my finger on it, but there is. And you're part of it!" As she continued to rail at her husband, a suffocating feeling of futility and frustration swept over her. I know I sound crazy, she told herself. I don't mean to nag him like this. But I can't help it. I just can't help it . . . Charlene was so attractive, and the way they were looking at each other . . .
"You're being paranoid, Diane, and I don't want to listen to it anymore," Roger said, hefting himself out of bed, reaching for his bathrobe. "Pull yourself together. Be reasonable. Until you do, there's no point in trying to talk to you," he said tonelessly, heading for the door.
'What are you going to do now,'' Diane hurled at his departing figure. "Look for the maid?"
There was no response from Roger, just the door shutting behind him. He could hear great gulping sobs convulsing Diane, and knew that hot tears would be streaming down her face as she stared at the silent, closed door.
But what could he do? If he tried to comfort her, to take her in his arms, caress and soothe her, stroke away her fears in spite of her nagging and accusations, he was sure she'd reject his offering of peace. She didn't trust him, that was all there was to it. Here all o he wanted, was a little hot milk and a little sleep, and Diane was imagining that he was chasing after that Charlene. Ridiculous, he told himself. And yet, at the same time, he had to admit that he wouldn't mind running into the hot little bitch ... he wouldn't mind at all . . .
In the bedroom Diane sank back onto her pillow, her dark brown hair framing her beautiful oval face. Gradually, her sobs subsided, and she felt small and alone and unprotected in the strange, unaccustomed bedroom of her mother-in-law's house. What had she been haranguing her poor husband about? She wasn't even sure herself. Perhaps it was just that the horrible events of the past few days had her so unnerved she was imagining things. After all, it had been terrible, the startling, tragic news of her mother-in-law's accident, the hasty funeral arrangements.
Diane couldn't help trying to imagine what it had been like . . . trampled to death by one of her own bulls . . . God, it was too horrible to think about! No wonder she had been upset! Still, Diane knew that she was upset about something other than that. She always felt this way in her mother-in-law's house. There was something strange about the place; there had been something about Roger's mother and her husband Bill that had always made Diane extremely uncom-fortable, made her feel strangely uneasy and out of place, as if there was something wrong with her, as if they were somehow better than her, held secrets which she could never know, as if they belonged to a shared society where she would never fit in. And Diane felt with certainty that this new girl, this Charlene, was part of it, too. What was it about her that made Diane feel so woefully inadequate?
Diane thought back to the beginning of her marriage, to when she had first met Roger's mother. She had sensed right away that the mother hadn't approved of Roger's choice. And even though Diane didn't want that fact to come between her and Roger, it had. Her mother-in-law's rejection of her made Diane feel humiliated and completely insecure despite Roger's constant reassur-ances that he loved her. And even now that the woman was gone, Diane still felt the same anguish because she was convinced that even though he wouldn't admit it to her, and perhaps to himself, Roger really didn't love her. He couldn't because, and she knew this in her own heart, she simply wasn't enough of a woman for him. And that was the truth that Roger's mother had sensed.
Of course, Roger had denied this when she confronted him with it. In fact, he had been the model husband. But she still imagined that he was dissatisfied with her, and she knew that even if he had once cared for her, that she was making it slowly impossible for him to stand the sight of her. She knew that the misery, the unhappiness of their co-existence, because if couldn't be called a marriage in the usual sense of the word, wasmostlyher doing. And yet nothing could convince her that she was wrong. She still believed that he didn't love her.
Deep in her soul, Diane knew that Roger's mother had been right, that she wasn't a full, sexually pleasing woman, that she was too cool and aloof, and inadequate. But God, she didn't want to be that way. Beneath her cool and poised exterior, Diane knew that there was a warm and sensuous woman crying, wanting desperately to come out and let herself be fucked crazy, but being totally unable to do so.
She felt like crying again, the hopelessness of her situation closing in around her. She loved Roger, she did, and she didn't want to lose him. Yet, she loved him enough to want him to be happy, and she hated herself for not being able to give him what she knew he needed, even though she wasn't sure exactly what that was.
No tears came. In fact, she felt devoid of all emotion, and the emptiness inside .her at least eased the pain. Her mind was a blank as she got up from the bed and wearily stretched herself. She felt old and tired - and beaten. I'm not old - why should I give up living? she asked herself, catching a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror that hung on one wall. She knew her figure was terrific, and she ran her eye critically over her reflection. The outlines of her body were clearly visible through the sheer material of her nightgown. She noted the firm, full upsweep of her breasts, the womanly curve of her graceful slender hips, the long expanse of her creamy legs. At least I look good, she thought, running a hand through the dark mass of her thick brown hair that hung to her shoulders. Luxuriant dark lashes framed her large brown eyes, which even in her weariness sparkled back at her.
I'm sure I've got some life in me, she thought. If only something could happen to bring it out! But what? What? she thought despairingly.
She turned away from her reflection, trying to conquer a fresh wave of bitterness that was rising inside her. Well, she thought to herself, there's no sense in staying up all night worrying about it. She thought of going to look for Roger, but she knew it was best to leave him alone. He'd come back as soon as his anger died down, and she'd try to be more reasonable with him, she really would.
She ran her eyes over the books on the bookshelf thinking she'd read until she felt tired enough for sleep, until she came to what looked like a photo album. She took the big album down and carried it with her to the bed. Perfect! shethought. Just what she was in the mood for.
She pulled the covers over her legs and set the album against her thighs, opening its velvet cover to the first page.
"Oh my God!" she gasped aloud, unable to contain herself. The blood rushed to her face, crimsoning it a deep red. Tumultuous feelings of shock and surprise manifested themselves in a single sensation of overwhelming faintness. A numbed haze blinded her for an instant, and then she began to stare with bulging, disbelieving eyes at the colored print on the page she was holding in her hand. Every detail was startlingly portrayed and the two figures in the photograph seemed amazingly alive.
For a moment, Diane couldn't believe that she was seeing right, but there was no doubt about it - it was actually a photograph of a man and woman sprawled out together, his desire-hardened penis clamped tightly between her ovalled red lips. The man's head was turned away, but there was no mistaking the expression on the woman's face. She was enjoying taking that man's hardness in her mouth - her lustful desire was etched clearly on her eager face.
Diane felt her heart thudding painfully inherribcage. She had heard, of course, that people did that sort of thing, but had always somehow felt that such an act did not belong in a normal marriage. The lascivious scene seemed to come to pulsating life under her hypnotized stare and the huge, blood-filled penis seemed to throb with lewd tensity as it lay cradled between the full, ripe lips that were clasping it so tenaciously.
The woman's half-closed eyes seemed glazed with passion, and Diane felt a shudder of unknown sensation ripple through her. She couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from the obscene photograph. Her fingers seemed to be soldered to the glossy print, and somehow she felt that if she looked away from the perverted sight, she would tear herself away from a tenuous reality which her moribund emotions so badly needed, and go berserk with disgust and horror. What were these lewd pictures doing here? her mind began to question. Did Roger's mother know they were here? Did she know the truth about the man she had married?
Her curiosity broke the spell the obscene photograph had on her consciousness, and hurriedly, she turned to another of the colored prints. Her eyes flew immediately to the scene, and a sudden, strangled moan of shock again broke from her lips.
"My God! It's worse than I thought!" she groaned as she stared fixedly at the second photograph. This time, the shot was taken from a distance, but near enough to display in detail the pink moist delineations of a widespread vagina, the glistening lips gently swollen around a dark star-shaped opening. A man's face was juxtaposed over the wide-splayed little cunt mouth, the tip of his long tongue poised at the entrance to the delicately flared furrow. And there was no mistaking that face, so wreathed in anticipatory lust. It was Roger's stepfather, Bill! For a moment, Diane couldn't believe that it was actually Bill in that lewd snapshot, the handsomely greying hair, the moustache, those burning, deepset eyes. Numbed shock rushed in a roaring torrent to her head, threatening to explode, and she had to hold onto the side of the bed to steady herself.
Bill How could he do this to another woman, a stranger not his wife? How could he let himself be photographed in this compromis-ing position? She wanted to scream, to beat her fists against the pillow, to turn back the clock and forget that she had ever seen the lewd pictures. How would she be able to face Bill? What, if anything, would she tell Roger about the man?
Through the dim of her hurt, another thought nagged at her brain. It was a thought for Roger's mother. Did she know that she had been deceived? And that redhead, she seemed somehow familiar . . . no, it wasn't . . . it couldn't be ... it was! My God, it was Charlene, that maid! So it was going on right under her nose!
Diane snatched up the photograph album and quickly leafed through it. Yes, there was no doubt. Through the lust-crazed distortion of her features, Diane was certain that it was the face of the "sweet, darling girl, so like a daughter" to Roger's mother!
"How could Bill do this!" she thought. "That bastard. That dirty bastard!" Diane gasped, and in a fury of righteous indignation for the deceased woman, she slammed the covers of the photograph album shut with a sharp thud, leapt from the bed and returned the album to its place on the shelf. She had never seen it, that was all. She would pretend that it was all a bad dream.
But as suddenly as this resolve came, it went, and she realized that she would be unable to erase the vivid memory of those lewd, obscenely posed photographs from her mind. Even now, without looking, she could still see the images floating in front of her tortured eyes, naked bodies with full voluptuous breasts and creamy sinewy thighs, stretched out in opulent sensuality, seemingly oblivious to the unknown photographer who was busy snapping away at Bill as he caressed and stroked and kissed that velvety body. Her mind seemed unable to banish the lewd image of Charlene and Bill, and fresh visions began to superimpose themselves in her fervid imagination . . .
Bill kissing and slavering an openly spread little pussy mouth, lewdly displayed and eagerly offered to him . . . Bill fucking his wildly excited cock up into a greedily grasping vaginal hole, white naked thighs locked tightly around him and egging him on . . . Bill lying back as luscious red lips encircled his lust-bloated hardness . . . The obscene snatches from the photograph album she had unwittingly found played relentlessly in her mind, mocking her with their leering evidence of her father-in-law's infidelity.
She felt broken in mind and spirit. The shock of what she knew, the terrible task of concealing the truth from Roger ... or telling him . . . seemed too much for her to bear. Under the thin veneer of sophistication she had developed, Diane was basically a conventional American wife, strict enough in her own way to the code of morality to which her family and all before her had subscribed. She had looked upon marriage as sacred, even in this day and age of quickie divorce and pre-marital and extra-marital sex, and she had automatically assumed that other families operated in the same way. And now, to find that a relative did this sort of thing ... it was too much!
Almost involuntarily, she reached back to the bookshelf. Perhaps, in her shock at seeing the lewd pictures, she had just imagined it was Bill. She was calm enough now to be sure. Almost disinterestedly, she scanned the photos over again. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Bill, and Charlene.
She studied a particularly lurid one, showing Bill and Charlene stretched out, touching at only two places. His mouth was firmly planted in the nest of her flaming red cunt hair, and her mouth was tightly clasped around the thickly throbbing length of his penis. The girl's eyes were half-closed and her thick luxuriant hair fell in tendrils around her face, giving her an almost angelic look as she exalted in the feel and taste of Bill's penis in her mouth. Diane continued to stare at the lewd shot. What did it feel like, she strangely wondered, having a man's lustfully pulsat-ing hardness sucked deep up inside your mouth? She was amazed at the look of almost reverent ecstasy on the girl's face.
Roger had tried to make her suck his once or twice, she remembered, pushing her head down under the blanket, and she had, of course, refused to do anything like that. She had always thought it perverted, somehow, and yet, this girl seemed to be thoroughly aroused by it. And in the first picture as well, she mused in horrified fascination, flicking back to it, the girl seemed to be ecstatic, too. She thumbed through a few more pages until her attention was caught by one she hadn't scrutinized before. It showed the well-built redhead, her breasts full and vibrant, spreadeagled beneath Bill, whose desire-engorged prick was sunk halfway up into the soft, hair-fringed tunnel of her vagina; Charlene's legs were wrapped tight up around Bill's lower back and her spine was arched up off the bed as she strove to open her hungrily devouring pussy wider and deeper to him.
Diane stared in lewd fascination at the minutely detailed photo-graphs of sexual intercourse. Even her animosity to her father-in-law seemed to retreat as she studied abstractly the obviously impassioned couple. The red-head's head was thrown back, and her mouth was open. Her hands were dug into his shoulders, and her whole body seemed afire. Bill's hands were cluthcing at her firm, upswept breasts, and Diane could see the reddened tips of her fully turgid nipples slipping out through his fingers. There was a look o f pure animal desire on the man's face, a look she had certainly never seen on Roger's face! Despite herself, Diane felt a wicked little tinge of interest. She wondered what it would be like to arouse a complete passionate frenzy like that in a man. She wondered how the little redheaded hussy got Bill to fuck her so wildly like that and to stick his tongue up inside her nakedly spread pus-sy .. .
Sudden tears of jealousy sprang to her eyes. It isn't fair, she murmured to herself. What was wrong with her, what? She felt a sudden emptiness inside her, a feeling which she recognized as vague desire. It began to gnaw at her, worming its way insidiously into her vaginal walls, gaining a foothold in her numb body. Roger has never tried to kiss me there . . . not since that first night I refused him . . . the thought leapt into her head. She remembered that one time he had tried to persuade her to allow him to put his head down between her thighs and kiss her pussy, but she had so vehemently and absolutely refused him when he had made the attempt that he had never tried again.
It can't be so bad, she muttered to herself, her eyes glued to another shot, this time of Bill with his face buried in the copper fleece of the woman's openly throbbing cunt. Diane could see the moist, inwardly sucking lips of the girl's vagina rimming Bill's wetly glistening nose and mouth, and her thighs were clamped and straining eagerly around his steaming face. The girl's eyes were closed and it was obvious that she was in the throes of complete abandon.
Then, in spite of the shock and revulsion of seeing someone she knew locked in the lewd, naked embrace with another woman, Diane felt a weird little tingle of passion beginning between her own legs, a ripple that seemed to grow as her eyes continued to focus on the spectacle of her father-in-law's hotly swishing tongue sunk deep up between the woman's widespread thighs. How did it feel to have a man's tongue licking and sucking and blowing his hot, passionate breath up into your openly spread cunt-hole, have his mouth warm and caressing around your clitoris, feel his kiss on your nakedly grinding pussy lips?
Her feverish mind threw the questions at herelf, and suddenly, she felt hot all over, covered with hotly cloying clamminess that made her feel like tearing her nightgown from her body. She was dimly aware that she was unconsciously clenching her heated thighs together, and that somehow she was lying on the bed again, though she could scarcely remember how she got there, so engrossed was she in the photographs.
She ground her buttocks into the mattress. The tingling in her loins grew and the gnawing inside her wetly moistening cunt walls burst into a hotly devouring flame and she wondered vaguely what was happening. Her eyes flickered aimlessly to another picture and a startled gasp eluded her as she stared in disbelief at what she saw. Diane thought that the photographs she had already examine! had prepared her to a point where she was beyond surprise, but she was wrong. She gasped in astonishment at the candid snapshot, unable and unwilling to believe that it was Bill who was actually worming his huge, lust-hardened cock up inside the savagely kneeling redhead's tiny, puckered rectal mouth!
But there was no doubt about it - the photograph showed in unerring detail the enormous girth of Bill's blood-inflated prick encircled by the brown, crinkled little rectal opening, stretched tightly around its massive circumference. This lasciviously depicted anal entry was too much for Diane. Shock swept through her again - shock at the knowledge that the man married to her mother-in-law had indulged in such a wild, carnal act, a thing she, a grown woman, had only heard about in whispers. It was too perverse to even think about; it was unnatural! And yet, Diane noticed in amazement, the redhead didn' t seem to mind it.
In fact, sheseemed to like it judging by the lewd look of delight on her passion-contorted face. Oh God, what was going on! Her world seemed to have gone topsy-turvy, and all the opinions she had held on such matters seemed to have been refuted by the pictorial evidence she held in her hand. This girl wasn't being fucked in the ass, subjected to a man's wildest whim and desire. She was actually enjoying it! She seemed to love all the obscene things her employer was doing to her . . . Charlene was reveling in what to Diane would be the lowest kind of humiliation . . . and yet . . . she could feel own traitorously throbbing cunt flooding out into even greater wetness up between her thighs!
Bewilderment crowded in on Diane, and she felt completely out of control of the situation. Her hands had risen slowly to her breasts, and she gasped as she felt her first awareness of the electrifying effect her own touch had on the now sensuously throbbing mounds. But she couldn't take her hands away - somehow she felt that she had only herself to turn to for help to get over this terrible discovery.
She felt strangely illucid, as if her perusal of the lewd pornographic pictures had touched off a streak of insanity in her and she could no longer control her sexually stampeding libido. Her mind was fermenting with images of the various positions she had seen in the photographs, and lurid thrills were beginning to shoot up and down her body. Involuntarily, she pressed her palms down her sides, along her hips and then dipped them between her limply spread thighs. Immediately, she felt a rush of inner moisture proclaim the intensity of the weird sensations. She could feel that the place between her legs was slightly moistened, and her fingers inched forward like individual bloodhounds on the scent of a relentless target.
Moment's of rationality broke intermit-tently through the clouds of her frenzy and taunted her with unanswerable questions. What had turned her into a rolling mass of feverish desire? Was it because Roger hadn't made love to her for so long? Or were the dirty pictures having an illicit, prurient effect on her?
Her fingers kneaded at the burning lips of her wetly moistened pussy and Diane winced from the delicious contact. Why should I be denied pleasure? her mind argued dimly. That sleazy redhead enjoying herself . . . Bill pleasing her ... it's not fair that I should be left out ...
As though they had received assent, her fingers burrowed hurriedly and teased over to the tingling flesh of her hotly swollen pussy lips, and Diane felt the fleshy, curl-rimmed folds pulsate under her sensitive fingertips. She sighed from the exquisite sensation, feeling relief flow through her. This is wrong . . . You shouldn't do this! Veiled threats echoed through her mind, hidden warnings from schoolgirl-filled corridors . . . dark messages about the evils of fingering herself ...
But Diane was too intoxicated with the rush of pleasure to pay any heed to her own somber warnings, and her fingers continued to plunge into the warm deep recesses of her desire-drenched pussy. Nothing mattered to her now - the whys and where for's were unimportant - all that she was concerned with was quenching the raging fires that had sprung up unattended in her shamelessly throbbign cunt walls, and which required heavenly fuel to feel its lascivious hunger before it allowed itself to be put out.
Suddenly irritated by the impediment of her nightgown, her hands began to tear impatiently at it and she raised its nylon flimsiness up over her head. She was naked now. Her long, lithe body was covered with goosebumps from the chill air ,but she didn't care. She reveled in the freedom of exposing her passion-inflamed loins to the cool night air in the room. Her fingers dug impatiently again at her feverishly burning genitals, and convulsively probed at the hotly pulsating little hole of her open cunt.
"Aaaaahhhhhh ..." she couldn't suppress a sigh as her hand cupped onto the now moistly pulsating orifice and she felt the heated walls close in like a warm, wet vise on her sunken middle finger.
The passion inside her was goaded on to greater fever by the lurid thoughts which had taken possession of her head and would not yield. Obscene thoughts framed by the lust- inciting photographs she had seen, images of desire and lust instigated and acted out in many forms. She was almost convinced that a hard, lust-heated cock was fucking far up into her eagerly receiving pussy, that she was one of those pictures come alive, her head thrown back in complete abandon, her mouth open and letting forth a rushed stream of sighs, her hips churning under the imagined delicious onslaught of a heavy, passion-bloated cock which was fucking deeper and deeper and harder up into her . . .
Waves of heat were washing over her now as she ground her buttocks down into the mattress and revolved her liquidly saturated fingers around inside the velvety interior of her tightly gripping vaginal sheath. A feeling of dizziness was taking control of her, coupled with a wonderful sensation of relief, and now she knew that she was cumming, because she felt so good all over, and her hips were jerking uncontrol-lably, and a mist of hot, feminine orgasmic fluid washed down over her churning fingers, and she felt the room revolve around her and her head was torpedoed by a kaleidoscope of collaged nude figures, male and female, all fucking and sucking and licking in total frenzy, and she was loving it, loving every cunt-bursting minute of it . . .
Diane collapsed back against the pillows, drained of all energy, curiously devoid of all feeling but a satiated stupor which controlled her and made it impossible for her to do anything, not even pull the covers up over her naked thighs. Her legs were splayed, her nightgown laying in a pile by the side of the bed . . . and despite her exhaustion, a feeling of deep shame began to wash over her.
Thank God I'm alone . . . Thank God no one had to see this . . .
But Diane didn't know that the wall to her left contained a two inch, but well hidden hole drilled in it, and behind that hole watching washer father-in-law, Bill Hartley. The distinguished looking gentleman was smiling to himself as he adjusted the focus and timer on the German camera he had trained into the adjoining room on its tripod. He was thanking himself for being smart enough to disguised the hole as part of a picture and to learn how to use the camera to make time exposures ... the only way to take pictures in a dim room without a flash.
Later, when he developed the pictures, he would go over the same experience again of what he had just witnessed. He couldn't quite believe that he had been so lucky. He thanked his lucky stars that he had decided to have a look in on his step-son and his cool, tall wife.
To his delight, the step son was quite out of the picture, so to speak, and he had gotten some fine shots of the young bride fingerfucking her own pussy! Her chuckled to himself, treasuring the memory of the faint glimmer of her curl-fringed, little cunt mouth he had glimpsed up between her open thighs . . . that he could see even now through the one way mirror. Ah, what a picture!
And he had gotten the entire perform-ance, from the time she had found the photo album until now as the woman laid exhausted and demented-looking on the bed, her dignity gone, her nakedly glistening little cunt deliciously exposed. He wondered vaguely how she would react when she learned that she was to be the subject of yet another of his collection of erotic photographs! He rewound the film, and chuckled to himself again.
For sure, he'd use those pictures to his advantage! He put the perfectly made plug back in the hole behind the picture frame and felt a jerk in his pants at the thought of fucking the tits off his step-son's beautiful, proud little wife!!!
Chapter Two
"You couldn't get to sleep either, I see," said a mellow, sensuous woman's voice. Roger shut the refrigerator door and turned around to see that Charlene Mills had come into the kitchen and was leaning sleepily against the doorjam. Her red hair was piled high on her head and tendrils of hair hung around her heart-shaped face. She held her woolen bathrobe closed around her voluptuous body and Roger could not resist running his eyes over her proud, full breasts, the slight sway of her molded hips, the long arch of her shapely legs. Even with the bathrobe held around her to keep out the chill night air, he had no trouble making out her ample curves. She yawned widely.
"How about a glass of warm milk?" Roger offered, pouring the white liquid from a carton into a saucepan on the store.
"Sounds awful," she said, wrinkling her nose, "But I'll have some anyway, just to be social." Their eyes met and they both laughed.
Roger turned back to the stove to stir the milk until it warmed, but even with his back to her, he could feel the warm friendliness which Charlene was silently exuding, and it comforted him somehow as he was still stinging from Diane's verbal blows. Diane's angry outbursts were getting more frequent, her accusations wilder and wilder.
He didn't know what to do about her. He had told himself that time would reassure her that he loved her; he had bent over backwards to make her feel secure, but nothing he did seemed to please her. She hadn't softened in the last few years; she'd become colder, if anything, he mused sadly to himself. And now she was turning into a nagging, whining shrew and didn't seem to care whether he was there or not. It was that feeling of not being wanted that made him want to turn to another woman now. He was beginning to think that maybe his mother had been right about Diane, much as he hated to admit it. And maybe Diane hadn't been so off-base when she'd said there was something happening between him and Charlene . . .
"A penny for your thoughts!" Charlene's sensuous voice broke into his rambling thoughts, and her interruption caused him to blush to the roots of his hair. He was pouring the hot milk into two mugs on the kitchen table when she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Miss Mills ... I was a thousand miles away, I guess ..." he. stammered, conscious of her twinkling green eyes fixed on him. He felt awkward, like a schoolboy. Her searching gaze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have been reading his thoughts. But he knew that was ridiculous.
"Please," she said, "call me Charlie."
He sat down with her at the table. "Well," he began lamely, "what do you think you'll do now . . . now that mother's gone?"
"Why . . . I don't know," she replied, sipping the warm liquid. I guess I'll stay on here . . . that is, if Bill wants me to. He'll need someone to look after the house . . . and actually, we've become quite, uh, used to each other in the past year."
Something in her tone disturbed Roger. It was as if she was implying something with her voice that wasn't explicit in the words themselves. At the same time, he could not help noticing that the bathrobe she wore had fallen open slightly and he could make out the tops of her creamy white breasts.
"Mmmmmmm," she said, running one small white hand down her neck and further down still until her fingers rested on the spot where his eyes had just wandered to. "I can feel the milk just warming me right up," she went on, smiling at Roger. "You were right. This stuff isn't all that bad."
Roger had to look away from her steady gaze, but the sound of her voice was having a strange effect on him. Her tone was so hazy, so dreamy and sultry, and he could make out from the corner of his eye that her hand remained where it was at that point just above her soft cleavage and he couldn't help thinking how soft, how incredibly soft, it must feel to the touch, the skin of her white, firmly curved breasts. He was mesmerized by the enticing glimpse of her deep cleft and had to force himself not to let his eyes roam back to that alluring spot.
"I guess you must be pretty upset about your mother," Charlene was saying. "I am, too. I ... I loved her very much . . . very much. We were as close as two women could be." Consolingly, she reached across the tableandlay one of her small white hands on Roger's arm. Her touch was like a firebrand on his flesh and when he looked at her, she was smiling at him.
"Yes, it was quite a shock," he said au-tomatically, blushing to himself, because his mother's death was the farthest thing from his mind right now. Pull yourself together, he chided himself, you're acting like a teenager, imagining all sorts of ridiculous things.
He fancied that he could feel the heat of her breath on his arm. He imagined that he could smell the scent of her, though he knew it was probably the pungent odor of the warm milk that was filling his nostrils. Roger's thoughts swirled around in his head as Charlene took her hand away from his arm. He felt suddenly bereft, as if a part of him was missing.
"Mmmmm, I can feel the tension just draining out of me," Charlene said, leaning back in her chair. As she did this, her wool robe slipped open and Roger could see that beneath it, she wore nothing but a flimsy, practically see-through black nightgown. His eyes riveted on the generous mounds of her ivory breasts which were visible through the sheer black nightie.
"Like what you see?" Charlene's voice broke in on his distraction, and he could only stare open-mouthed at her. Had he heard her right? His heart began to thud uncomforta-bly in his chest and he was at a loss as to what to do.
"Would you like to see more of them?'' Again her gay, mocking voice startled him.
" Would you like to see my naked titties, Roger?" she asked again with exaggerated slowness. Again her hand found the creamy smoothness of her skin, and Roger's heart leapt into his mouth as he saw that she had begun to caress her own breast!
"What kind of a game are you trying to play!" Roger snapped, afraid that his mind was playing tricks on him.
"I'm not playing any games," Charlene said silkily and Roger watched in boggling disbelief as her fingers caressed the voluptuous swell of her breasts. Gaping, he watched nearly hypnotized as her fingers touched her perfectly molded mounds of flesh. He could see the alabaster flesh heaving slightly, was captured by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious orbs.
Incredibly, Charlene pushed her night-gown and robe off her shoulders, and down further still . . .
"Christ, they're beautiful!" Roger couldn't resist gasping as the full glory of her exquisitely sculpted breasts came into his astonished view. Craning his neck, his eyes bulged as he stared at the creamy expanse of the silky mounds, surmounted by delicate pink nipples, semi-erect from their contact with her fingers and the chill night air. Her hands crept up and cupped the full rounded young spheres, thrusting them out, pointing the .hardening little buds at her disbelieving companion.
"God, Charlie, I ..." he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the half-naked girl. His head was swirling - things were happening too fast for him. He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was beginning to swell against the confines of his pajamas. His hands were-getting fidgity. They itched to reach out and clasp those glorious globes of young tit flesh, to knead and pummel them. His mouth longed to take the tiny budding nipples between his lips, coax them into turgidity with his tongue, nip on their sweetness with his teeth. God, she was driving him mad, sitting there half-covered like some youth-fully naked Venus.
Suddenly, she was next to him, sitting on his lap . . . his wife upstairs . . . the evening after his own mother's funeral . . . it was too much . . . but it was too late to stop what was happening! Her naked breasts brushed against his chest and the delicious contact sent eddies of almost intolerable pleasure soaring through him. Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened tips against his chest, purring like a cat, her arm resting ca-sually on his shoulder.
He wanted to get up, to lift the young lady off his lap and tell her to cover herself up, to go upstairs to her own bed . . . but he couldn't. What he really wanted to do was keep her there in his arms, crush his mouth down on hers, knock the breath out of her with a kiss, caress those ripe boobies of hers and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to within an inch of her life . . .
"Charlie ... we shouldn't ..." he faltered, his eyes dropping against to the sensuous, grace of her unadorned breasts.
"We shouldn't . . . what?" she que-ried boldly.
"We . . . you shouldn't . . . tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling his face flush. Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her naked tits, her sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch her step or she'd get more than she bargained for!
"I'm not teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching down to draw her nightgown down further still, lifting herself off his lap only to let her bathrobe fall in a heap on the ground, to let the flimsy nightgown fall around her ankles. Now she was completely nude except for a pair of see-through panties that matched the black lace of her nightgown.
"For God's sake, Charlie . . . Right here in the kitchen . . . anyone could come in ... " Roger gasped, his eyes riveted on the red fiery triangle of pubic hair squashed beneath the sheer fabric of the lace panties.
"So?" Charlene laughed.
"You're nuts!" Roger rasped. "You'd better put that robe over you before ... be-fore I . . . "
"Before you go nuts yourself?" she taunted, moving closer to the demented man.
"That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Roger rasped, his control snapping like a straw inside him. "You can't expect to go prancing around in front of a man, naked like that, and not affect him. You should know what this could lead to . . . the temptation you're putting my way. I'm only flesh and blood, and this is more than any man can take!" He railed on, his mouth dry and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust which were mutinying inside him. She continued to look at him with her mocking eyes.
"Poor Roger!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the considera-ble bulge of his swollen prick in her palm. "What are you getting so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing organ, feeling it pulse hotly in her hand.
Perspiration broke out on Roger's face. What the hell did she think she was doing? Poor Roger indeed! She thought she could twist him around her little finger. Well, he'd show her he wasn't the milquetoast she thought he was!
"Now listen, Charlene," he began, but her hand was already worming its way inside his bathrobe, inside his pajamas, and his demented cock, rejoicing in its imminent freedom, leaped up, cleaving the air suddenly, the red bulbous head huge in its palpitating arousal. His mouth hinged open as he stared down at the apparition of his own blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from the tremendous contact between her cool fingers and his desire-throbbing flesh. Her hands stroked and kneaded the elongated rod, drawing it out into an even greater length and Roger felt powerless to do anything but sit there and allow this woman to stroke his ever-hardening cock in her masterful, exciting way.
"Mmmmmm, what a big, beautiful cock you've got, Roger!" Charlene hummed, continuing her rhythmic stroking of his heavily pulsating hardness. "I just knew I'd enjoy meeting you . . . your mother said I would ..."
Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in her palm, and Roger felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him, emanating from the sensitive balls. Roger leaned back in his chair, lost in the sensual reverie that the woman kneeling before him was weaving around him.
God, her hand felt so good on his cock, stroking and kneading like that ... it was a long time since he'd felt a soft, hotly teasing hand on his cock . . . too long, in fact . . . Diane never touched him there . . . Diane! The thought of his wife jarred him back to reality. She could come downstairs and find him like this being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous girl ... it would be the end of everything, their marriage, their love. She'd never forgive him!
With a tortured groan, he wrenched away from Charlene's grasp and stumbled to his feet. His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back into his pajamas and tied his bathrobe around him.
"I ... I don't know what came over me ..." he mumbled. "I must've been crazy . . . anybody could have come in . . . !" Unable to meet her gaze, Roger began to clear the table, his fingers shaking as he gripped the glasses.
''Roger!'' Charlene's voice was directly behind him. He turned from the sink and saw Charlene standing directly behind him.
"My God!" he gasped. She was stark naked! She was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he could just barely see the faint pink sheen of her pussy lips peeping out from under the soft resilient thatch of red curls. His throat felt arid and his voice failed him. He could only stare. She was like a creature from another world, a strange, exotic female who seemed omnipotent. She held the power to transmit incredible sensual ecstasy to him, and he was her slave.
"Charlie ..." he managed to croak feebly and then he could do nothing but go where she led him. She stooped to pick up her discarded nightie and robe, and disappeared, like some apparition. He followed her through the darkened doorway until they were in the dim light of her bedroom just off the kitchen, and then she was beside him in the warm near-darkness, kneeling down on the bed, pushing him gentlyback.
He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her tremendous sexuality, feeling safer now in the privacy of her bedroom. He was completely in her power, and yielded as she once more freed the heated protuberance of his excitedly bulging cock. He sighed an uncontrollable moan as it sprang up from the forest of his pubic hair and gasped again as her fingers once more encircled it, pulling on it gently.
Her fingers were easing off his pajamas and were playing titillating along his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down along his skin and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of his stomach. Like a robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they yearned towards and grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and clutched at the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers making her wince from the sudden pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth white skin. His fingers teased at the hard little heads of her nipples, rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them until they were rigid little spears.
He noticed fleetingly that her door was still open, and that they could still be discovered, but all practical consideration fled from his brain as he felt his young partner settle herself over him, her smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and Roger could feel the graze of her softly curling pubic hairs as they brushed against his naked stomach. Still grasping his distended cock in her hand, she began to guide it towards the warmly grasping furrow of her cunt, and Roger sighed with pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft delicate tissue already moist with expectation.
She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick up along the full length of her hotly pulsating cuntal split, the bulbously throbbing head becoming wet and slippery from her now freely flowing vaginal juices. His head was swirling and a wave of pleasure such as he had not experienced in a long time was washing over him again and again with each cleansing wave, he was laved of any doubts and fears he might have had. Gone was all worry about his wife or anyone else finding him stretched out with this naked young cock-crazy female; gone completely was any fear of discovery. All that mattered was the unbelievable thrill of ecstasy he was feeling and which he knew would mount up to an incredible crescendo of hedonistic delight.
"Mmmmmm ..." Charlene sighed. "Your cock feels so good against my pussy ..."
The lewd words coming from the young redhead's lips excited Roger even more and he felt lust mushrooming inside him and threatening to turn him into a raving beast. His hands flew down and grasped the girl's sensuously curving hips, and held her in a vise-like grip. Hungrily, he began to rotate her entire pelvis until she was revolving around hotly over the smooth, rubbing tips of his burgeoning penis, still grasped firmly in her hand. Gingerly, she began to position herself over the upwardly jutting hardness, easing herself down slowly until she had managed to suck the huge distended head just up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhh ..." she sighed, ac-customing herself to the outward pressure of a heavy, pounding prick inside her. But the initial contact unleashed the fury of Roger's lust, and with a savage snarl, he crashed the helpless girl's pelvis downward, driving his thick rod upwards with flesh splitting impatience.
"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh ..." Charlene screamed out and struggled in a vain attempt to dislodge it momentarily from her deeply impaled cunt walls. But she was completely skewered by it, and the soft, hair-lined lips of her openly spread vagina were mashed tight down against the darkly curling mass of Roger's pubic forest.
Roger's fingers locked tightly around the soft resilient flesh of Charlene's smoothly rounded buttocks as he raised her loins upward, feeling her sensitive inner pussy muscles clinging to his hard fleshy rod as her cock-filled young vaginal burgeoning head still buried inside her, and then he crashed her down again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her buttocks flatten down against his pubic area as his deeply tunneling hardness plunged far up inside her again. He could feel the pliant entrance of her womb deep up inside yield before his unabated onslaught and a gasp of mingled shock and excitement escaped her as she felt the unexpected pressure so far up inside her cock-impaled belly.
Charlene's vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of Roger's deeply sunk penis, and she began to move up and down freely, establishing a yo-yo like rhythm. Roger's palpitating cock seemed to expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative flexing of her practiced inner cunt muscles which seemed to excite him to even greater lust. His hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the enticing orbs of her breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and caressed her throbbing flesh, sending chill after chill curdling through her blood, making passion pulse hotly through her veins.
"Oh God, Roger . . . "she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely corded thighs. "Your hands feel good on my titties ... as good as your cock feels fucking up inside me ... "
Tremors of passion were spasming through Roger. Charlene's lewd words of praise sent lurid shivers running up and down his spine and doubled the already incredible pleasure he was feeling. He could hardly believe what was happening! They had only met this morning, and, of all places, at his own mother's funeral, and now, after a turn of events which had left him breathless, he was fucking, or rather, she was fucking him! Yes, she was the one who had seduced him, and who was riding him like a savage Indian girl on a half-wild mustang, her thighs clenching his hips viciously, and the soft inner hole up between her legs milking furiously on his heavily rampaging cock. He had never experienced anything like this before - being screwed by a real woman - because that's what Charlene was, there was no doubt about that. She probably hadn't been fucked by a man all this time she'd been living there at his mother's house, and God, was she hot!
Roger glanced up and saw that Charlene's face was coated with perspira-tion. Her mouth was half open and her head was flung back. Her luxuriant coils of curls had become undone and her silky red hair was streaming down over her naked tits and shoulders like hotly glowing streaks of fire. He had released his savage hold on her breasts and now the full ripe spheres were bobbing from her exertion, the reddish-brown nipples jutting out like berries, and the brown aureolas were crinkled in their contracted excitement. His lust-glazed eyes travelled down the length of her magnificent body, coated with moisture, revelling in the soft yet supple milkiness of it, the provocative curve of her womanly hips, the bright red fleece of pussy curls which meshed so indistinguishably with his own.
Her long slender thighs were like alabaster columns and Roger could see that the inner tendons stood out like whipcord against the ivory inner skin. She continued to grind her feverishly gripping cunt wildly up and down on his jerking prick, making a little teasing rotating movement as she rose up. Her fingers slipped around behind her rhythmic-ally squirming buttocks and stroked the squirming sac of his testicles in a sudden swift movement which sent his roiling sperm into a frenzy of churning liquid deep inside the darkness of his balls.
"Christ, Charlene,'' he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting passion. "You're . . . you're incredible ... oh God, keep tickling my balls like that ..."
Roger felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of his stomach rise up in an overpowering curtain and steam through him, and at the same time his cock began to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in his painfully writhing balls had become unbearable.
"Aaaagggggghhhhhh . . . keep fuck-ing .. . keep fucking ... I'm cumming! I'm cccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg And then his whole body was caught up in a gigantic whirlwind, and he thought he would lose consciousness because blackness appeared in front of his eyes and he felt he was drifting away. But his faltering rationality was arrested by Charlene's own hoarse screams.
"Oh God, Roger . . . Roger! I'm cumming too. I'm . . . Aaaahhhhhl" And she was cumming too, her pelvis pounding against his like gigantic waves against storm-tossed rocks. Her fingers were like razor-sharp spears cutting into the flesh of his hips, and the interior muscle of her vaginal sheath was an insatiable entity of its own. It was sucking, demanding, and getting, its life-giving quencher of his store of semen, which suddenly began to spurt along the pulsating tube of his spasming penis and hose hotly up into the heated cavern of her pussy. Almost immediately it seemed, the frothy liquid trickled back down around his wetly pumping hardness and seeped into their tightly meshed pubic curls, already moistened with the shower of her orgasmic release.
Roger emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into the redhead's still hungrily twitching pussy until at last she fell exhausted onto his panting body and his now limp prick slipped easily from her wet, cock-stretched vaginal passage.
"That . . . that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Roger acknowledged gratefully, the wedding ring on his finger notwithstand-ing. But the truth was the truth, and there was something about the spontaneity of the act which impassioned him to fever pitch, something about the redhead's total, unchecked sexuality which had triggered him off like he'd never been triggered before. "You're quite a girl, Charlie," he added admiringly.
"You don't do so bad as a man yourself," Charlie said, smiling at him and nestling her peaceful face down onto his chest. Things are going to be all right after all, she thought to herself. Since the accident theday before, and the tragic loss of Roger's mother, Charlie thought that life was going to be pretty dull with just the two of them, her and Bill. But now she could see that there might be three, or four in their happy party.
Mmmmmmm, she thought, the two men and me! And that cold little wife of Roger's. But . . . I'll bet she could really get steamed up ... in the right hands!
Chapter Three
Diane could not remember being more uncomfortable than she was at breakfast that morning. She had been asleep when Roger had returned to their room the night before, and Charlene's call that breakfast was ready had interrupted the talk she had begun with her husband in the morning. She had wanted to apologize for her outburst the night before. She knew she had been a shrew, that she was imagining things. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she was sorry.
Roger had seemed uninterested in her apology, and it seemed to Diane that at breakfast he had purposely avoided looking at her. Diane felt ashamed. He was probably still very upset about his mother's death. How inappropriate, Diane thought, of her to accuse of him of being interested in Char-lene. He wasn't paying the least attention to the girl at breakfast, although it seemed to Diane that Charlene was not oblivious of her handsome husband's presence.
As a matter of fact, Diane reflected, Charlene seemed to take every opportunity to brush against her husband, Roger. And, Diane noticed, it was much to Roger's credit he didn't pay any attention to Charlene at all. He justdrank his coffee and ate his toast and his thoughts seemed to be a thousand miles away.
But what made Diane most uncomfort-able was Bill's presence at the breakfast table. Diane could not forget her discovery of the album of pornographic pictures, those lewd, filthy photographs of Bill in wild, sexual positions with the voluptuous redhead who was not clearing the breakfast dishes. The shock of finding them still affected her, and her subsequent action of getting aroused by them shamed her through and through. She was haunted by her memory of the night before, of how she had shamelessly fingerfucked her own vagina and actually reached a climax from the wild sensations, evil, wicked sensations, aroused in her by the snapshots. Every time she looked at her father-in-law the vision of herself lying there on the bed with her hand desperately working away at her own nakedly spread cunt came back to torment her, much as she tried to wipe the memory from her mind, to erase the sharp-honed edge of her humiliation.
Thank God no one had caught her in the act of fingerfucking herself into such a wildly screaming orgasm.
And yet it seemed to her that Bill was regarding her strangely.
Could he possibly know that she had discovered the pictures? No, it was impossible. It was all in her mind, it was she who was interpretting his remarks and glances the wrong way. But what, exactly had he meant when he had greeted her that morning?
"Feeling better this morning, Diane?" was all Bill had said, but there had been something in his tone, and a look in his eye that seemed to mock her. Hadn't there? No, she told herself. She was making the whole thing up because of her guilt.
Suddenly, the scrape of Roger' s chair as he pushed back from the table after breakfast interrupted her thoughts. He announced that he was going into town to talk to his mother's lawyer about some property he and his mother shared the title to, land he had inherited after his father's death. Diane was furious when Charlene an-nounced that she'd like to go with him, that she had some shopping to do.
"That little hussy, Diane thought, pleased to see that Roger didn't seem in the least to notice or care. He did not even look at Charlene to return the wide smile the young redhead was flashing his way. "That shameless little bitch is really after my husband!" Diane thought. "Well, just let her try and take him away!"
' Yes, you two go ahead into town," Bill said. "Diane and I will clean up the dishes." With that, Bill had casually laid his hand on Diane's arm, and Diane furiousat herself for blushing scarlet. She only hoped that her husband didn't notice her reaction. But when she looked up, she saw that Roger was already on his way out of the kitchen, and that Charlene was close behind him and was even now taking his arm. A twinge of jealousy was added to Diane's already confused feelings and she felt as if she was losing control of her mind.
"Look at the cute little ass on that bitch!" Bill was saying, interrupting her thoughts. God, had he really said that!
"How . . . how dare you!" Diane gasped, her face scarlet, mortified with embarrassment at the older man's lewd words. Who did he think she was that he could talk to her like that? Anger seethed inside her like bubbling oil, threatening to overflow and scald everything within distance. But she managed to control her feelings and said in a low, even voice: "Please, watch your language, Bill."
Even to her own ears, her voice sounded incredibly prissy, but her shock was still electrically alive inside her, and she didn't want this crude man to get the idea that she would stand for his libertine ways . . . any of them. She got up quickly from the table, embarrassed even more when she rememb-ered the pictures of Bill and Charlene. She started to wash the breakfast dishes, but noticed with shock that Bill had also risen from the breakfast table and was now standing right behind her! Her feelings were so confused she didn't know what to do. She knew is some weird way that she had wanted him to come near to her, had wanted to feel his masculine presence close to her. And yet at the same time, she felt extremely threatened by this man who she knew for a fact had been unfaithful to his wife right in the same house.
Suddenly, she stiffened. The blood pushed wildly in her veins and a sudden wave of heat engulfed her and threatened to overcome her. She just couldn't believe what was happening. Bill's hands were on her buttocks feeling them, squeezing them through the thin, diaphanous material of her robe. He was actually caressing her back there!
She didn't know what to do. Fear washed over her followed quickly by anger. She hesitated for a split second. Should she order him to stop, or should she just ignore it? If she got angry, perhaps she might intimidate him, but on the other hand, he was brazen enough to touch her like that, and he might get violent. But conversely, if she just ignored him, migh the notion be an invitation to continue? God, what should I do, she wondered wildly. His hands were continuing their lewd manipulations of her softly yielding ass cheeks, kneading and clutching, and it seemed to the agonized young bride that an eternity passed in those few seconds.
Then, she could stand it no longer.
"Take your hands off me, you lecherous old man!" she shrieked. Relieved by her outburst, she turned to face her tormentor. "How dare you lay your hands on me?" She stood glaring at him, panting from her exasperated speech, her dark eyes flashing like sparkling coal dust.
"Why, young lady, can't you stand anyone's hands but your own?" the distinguished-looking man looked down at her, an arrogant smile on his self-assured face.
Diane was thrown off balance by his unexpected retort.
"Wha . . . what do you mean?" she asked, striving not to let her tone betray how shaken she was by his strange remark. But he didn't not reply, he simply smiled at her and her heart missed a beat. What did he mean? He was acting so strangely, so sure of himself. There was something menacing about his behavior ... as if he knew something he could not possibly know . . .
Suddenly, Bill moved a step closer to her and his insidiously, searching hand reached out and touched her hips. She stepped backwards, but she was trapped between him and the sink.
"Get away from me!" she gasped, her nervousness mounting. Screaming would do no good. Through the kitchen window, she could see her husband and Charlene drive off.
"Come on, Diane, relax," Bill rasped, his eyes roaming freely over her trembling figure. "I happen to know you could use a little loving."
"I-I don't know what you mean!" she stammered. What was he hinting at?
"You don't have to be ashamed with me, dear,'' the older man said.' 'There aren't any secrets between us."
Diane's heart raced with fear. He seemed to have something on his mind, something he was trying to threaten her with.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said defiantly, hoping to inject her voice with courage.
"Let's put it this way," he taunted. "I know you've discovered the family al-bums."
Diane blanched, and suddenly her throat felt dry. She could only stare in surprised amazement at the triumphantly smiling figure of her husband's stepfather. She just couldn't believe that she had heard him correctly, yet the enormity of the implication of his remark was slowly etching itself on her disbelieving brain. If he knew she had seen the pictures of him and Char-lene, was it possible that he also knew, that he had seen . . .
"No . . . no!" she gasped, unable to stop herself.
"Oh, yes!" Bill laughed, delighted at the effect his bombshell had on her. It was so rare, he mused, that one found a girl as innocent and shy as this! "Yes, dear," he went on, enjoying her discomfort, "I know how much you appreciate fine photo-graphy."
Diane continued to stare in numbed silence at him. Did he know - had he seen her? Was that what he was hinting at, that he not only knew that she had discovered the pictures, but that she had been so stimulated by them that she had fingered herself to climax, and had she done it with him watching?
"What I do is my own business," she said flatly. She felt devoid of all strength, completely stripped of the will to put this man in his place.
"Of course it's your business, dear. And I have some other photographs that you might find your business as well."
More pictures? What could be possibly mean by that? she thought wildly, suddenly desperate to get away from this vile man. Wait until she told Roger!
But Brll was edging forward, and then suddenly he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close to him. His other arm closed tightly around her and her peered with lewd suggestion down at her.
"You really liked the family photos, didn't you, dear . . . they got you hot, didn't they Diane."
Diane was paralyzed with fear. She was afraid to struggle, afraid to see what would happen if she got him angry. She sensed that a man capable of being photographed that way might be capable of worse things.
"Did you like the picture of Charlene and I eating each other?" Bill taunted. "How about that shot of my cock fucking into her mouth?"
Diane felt a rush of faintness, and fought to keep from sinking to the floor. He's insane, her mind screamed. You're not safe with him . . . Oh God, help me . . .
4 'And did you see her pussy, all red and juicy and begging to be fucked?" Bill was saying. "Can you imagine how much I liked getting my tongue in that hot little hole!"
"Oh stop it, stop it, please!" Diane screamed suddenly, beginning to struggle wildly, unable to take any more of her father-in-law's lewd teasings.
"My dear girl, whatever is wrong with | you?'' he smiled, his hand tightening around her breast, pressing it hotly through her robe. "Don't tell me you're squeamish about the pictures?"
"No, please, leave me alone!" she whimpered, her reason deserting her and leaving her a cringing mass of confusion and bewilderment. Did things like this really happen?
"Really, Diane you'll feel better if we talk about it, particularly about the one where I'm fucking it to her in the ass."
Diane felt a fresh shudder convulse her. As if by magic, a startling clear reproduction of that wild photograph leaped into her mind, and she could see the lewd cunt-moistening scene finely etched on her brain - the straining white mounds of the girl's asscheeks, the tiny dark ring of her asshole up nestled between the smoothly curved mounds, of Bill's hugely distended penis already fucking halfway up inside the tiny puckered entrance. She couldn't banish the lurid apparition from her mind, and she felt suddenly that she was going mad. She wanted to scream, to shriek and wail, do anything to shatter the terrifying reality which encircled her, a reality of weirdly rising sensations of unwanted wetness up between her thighs.
And part of the reality too, was her father-in-law's teasing convul-si ve clasp on her breast and even as awareness sunk once more into her brain, she felt that same hand slip down along the curve of her waist and once more cup her buttocks, squeezing them intimately in a lewdly suggestive gesture. Diane felt totally devoid of control over her own body and mind.
Something had snapped in her when she had finally realized that this man had witnessed her surrender to her own lewd response to the filthy pictures, and now she realized his domination over her was complete when he had revealed that he wasn't afraid to let her know it. But how did he see? How?
Diane was barely aware of Bill's hand insinuating itself into the opening of her bathrobe, so engrossed was she in the racing thoughts in her panic-striken mind. But her heart somersaulted inside her as she felt his salaciously wandering hand press against the softness of her belly and move downwards toward the nightie-clad mound of her rapidly moistening pussy mound. Oh God, what is happening? she thought wildly, really aware for the first time that Roger's stepfather's hand was actually inside her bathrobe and was edging down towards her now treacherously trembling vagina!
"Oh God, stop it! Stop it!" she shrieked, struggling wildly. She couldn't let this happen - no matter what, she had to stop this lewd advance before he went any further. She was off balance and off her guard, and now this immoral man was trying to finger her down there!
"Holdstill, dear," Bill rasped hoarsely, "and let old Uncle Bill give your hot little pussy what your husband has evidently been neglecting."
Diane stood stock still. Oh God, was it that apparent that Roger had been ignoring her? Had Roger said anything to Bill about the situation between the husband and wife? Oh God, it was too much to bear! Bill took advantage of her shocked immobility and eased his other hand up her leg underneath the flimsy nightgown until his fingers reached the soft, hair-covered pelt of her vagina. The fingers hesitated there for a moment before slipping upwards and teasing slowly into the warm moist furrow of her nakedly exposed pussy.
A shudder coursed through Diane as she felt his hard, insistent fingers down between her thighs on her naked cunt. She felt powerless to move. There was something irrevocable about his intrusion there - as if there werenothing to fight any more. He had pressured his hand inside her legs - she had allowed things to get this far - and now, there was nothing she could do about it! She felt broken, a victim of events initiated by forces over which she had no control. If Roger had told Bill about the freeze in their marriage, then Roger deserved this . . . yes, it was all somehow Roger's fault that she was about to get fucked by his own step-father!
Bill's fingers probed and searched in the softly yielding cuntal folds, exploring the smooth, wetly pulsating lips, teasing about with confident insistence. Diane was surprised at her own reaction to another man's hand up between her legs. She knew it was partly because of her disembodiment from physical feeling, but she couldn't deny that the strange fingers didn't feel bad at all down there!
"Do you like it? Hmmmm?" Bill breathed lewdly. "Does my finger feel as good as yours did last night?" Unwillingly, Diane admitted the memory of her own frantic fingering of her shamelessly excited vagina, her scurrilous fingerfucking of her own wildly grinding pussy walls to cumming. Shame flooded through her at the thought of how she had writhed so wildly, so hotly under her own wickedly driving fingers, how she had squirmed her naked buttocks around lewdly in orgasm as she fucked her own fingers deeper and deeper up inside her hungrily devouring cunt-wall. What was happening to her? First, she had enjoyed her own lewd masturbation, and now she was beginning to like the older man's fingers working deeper now, up inside her rapidly flooding little pussy-hole!
No, it can't be! Her mincf screamed. It can't be happening! But there was no doubt now about it - she couldn't deny it. She was beginning to enjoy her own father-in-law's lasciviously worming fingers in her pussy, and in spite of her mind's horror, her traitorous body was beginning to undulate gently in time to the man's insistent inward fucks up between her now limply spread thighs.
Bill felt a surge of triumph on sensing her submission to him. There was no denying that she was beginning to like it - he could feel a tiny, but sensuous flexing beginning inside her hotly moistening cunt walls, and her whole body was beginning to shiver in anticipatory pleasure. He had won her over, which didn't surprise him. He was, after all, a man of experience, and had always considered himself able to warm up the coldest of bitches. Still, he thought, it was good fortune that had delivered this stauesque beauty into his arms.
Tiny mewls of pleasure began to spew from Diane's lips and she leaned back against Bill and began to writhe, her loins churning in a quick little simulation of fucking rhythm. She was being subjugated by the betrayal of her body, her will to resist curbed by the greater master of desire. Awareness of the reality of the situation was fading; consciousness of the growing tingle deep up inside her now hungrily gripping vagina was taking its place.
" How do you f eel now, Diane, honey?'' Bill breathed. "How do my fingers feel up inside your slippery little pussy?" His other hand was working at her firmly rounded breasts squeezing and tweaking the hard turgid nipples through her thin nightgown. Then, with a sudden upward movement between her legs, he ground his fingers deeper up into the wetly throbbing opening of her cuntal passage and wormed their tips as far up inside her as they would go. The palm of his hand was cupped tight up against her cunt curls now and she mewled out her helpless delight.
"Oooooohhhhhh ..." Diane moaned, jolted by the searing entry, tormented by the sides of his fingers pressuring pleasurably against her sensitive inner vaginal walls. His fingers continued their wild rotatory plundering inside her, and Diane felt weird new sensations cavort through her body. Oh God . . . this is better than when I did it to myself, she thought helplessly in the daze of her passion as she pressed her now hungrily pulsating clitoral bud down on the relieving hardness of her father-in-law's thigh-spreading hand.
"You really love it now, don't you, babe?" he gloated, thanking the gods for his good fortune to have his own stepson's young wife's hot little naked pussy squirming hotly down on his deeply skewering fingers.
"Oh yes," she hissed through passion-clenched teeth. "Oh yes, it feels so good. Mmmmmmm . . . !!!"
Diane's entire lower body was a throbbing mass of aroused nerve endings and she felt as if an uncontrollable fire had been kindled there. Her clitoris felt round and hard and was pulsing strongly with the heated blood of desire and the fleshily swollen outer lips of her finger-filled young cunt were moist with passion. Chills rippled through her spine which contrasted with the , heat which was rising from her groin, rising up to cover her face and neck in a hot, rosy flush.
She was moaning uncontrollably now, unconscious of everything but the delicious pleasure which was seeping into every crack and crevice in her desire-inflamed body and infusing her with a wild, uncontrollable joy she had never, ever, experienced before. She felt as if she was soaring on the wings of some magical mythical bird which was flying high and taking her to a warm heavenly place where he could deposit her in a comfortable nest where nothing or no one would ever harm her again.
And suddenly, she was there, in that unreachable nest, gliding down into a feathersoft resting place.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh . . . !"she chanted. "I'm there ... oh, it's so good . . . "Her hips were jerking in a wild, pagan dance of lust, and she was grinding her hotly spewing cunt down salaciously onto her father-in-law's tirelessly working hand and her hotly seeping pussy juices simmered down onto his fingers and lubricated them completely as they continued to fingerfuck new and exciting pleasure deep around up inside her uncontrollably exploding belly. Then, finally, when the heated sensations of passion had subsided and her body was reduced to nothing more than a slight, convulsive twitching, a blanketing peace came over her and suddenly she came back to reality . . . to the kitchen of her mother-in-law's house, to the arms of her husband's step-father, and to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway outside. She jerked away from him quickly, his fingers popping out from her cum-flooded young cunt-mouth with a loud, wet sucking noise, and ran hastily back to her bedroom . . .
Chapter Four
"Diane? Where are you," Roger called when he reached the upstairs guestroom and found it empty.
"I'm in the bathroom, honey. I just got out of the shower," Diane answered, trying to make her voice sound normal. But even with her effort, Roger could detect that familiar quiver in her tone which meant that she was crying, or trying not to. Now what was wrong? he wondered. Was she still upset about last night's bickering between them, or was his trip into town with Charlene what set her off now?
Charlene. Just thinking of her name soothed Roger. It seemed to him that Diane was always harping on at him about one thing or another, and now that he had learned how happy fucking a real woman could make him, he was thinking that he wouldn't stand for too much more of Diane's sniveling. He had just about lost patience with the young woman.
What Roger did not know was that Diane was upset, not about him, but about herself, about last night's fingerfucking episode, and then that horrible scene with Bill in the kitchen just minutes before. Feelings of self-loathing rose up in her as she toweled her body dry. She was filled with contempt for her own weakness. Kaleidoscopic pictures of her self-gratifica-tion tripped through her mind, and they tormented her into a state of humiliated frenzy until finally she rubbed herself so hard with the rough terry-cloth towel that it hurt. How was she going to face her husband after what she had let his step-father do to her naked cunt? His fingerfucking her to a shamelessly growing cum was as bad as letting him actually fuck her. She was consumed with guilt over her own infidelity, and. it made her unable to show Roger any tenderness. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and beg forgiveness, but when she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in the thick terry towel, all she could do was be sarcastic.
"Have a pleasant interlude with our sweet little friend?" she asked. "I notice she's so unsteady on her feet that she needs to hold onto you for support."
"What do you mean by that?" Roger snapped.
"I saw her latch onto you on the way to the car. And she was practically sitting in your lap when you pulled out of the driveway!" Diane hardly recognized her own voice, she sounded so shrewish.
Roger flinched under her verbal assault. He hoped she was only guessing wildly at what was going on. If she ever knew that Charlene was not only sitting next to him in the car, but had her hand in his lap and was kneading and massaging his throbbing cock all the way into town, what would his young wife say then?
"Don't be ridiculous!" Roger re-torted, feigning nonchalance, his heart thudding at the memory of the ride into town, of the passionate fire of last night's fucking, how her creamy, resilient body had fused with his as they writhed nakedly together on her bed, how she had welcomed his heavily throbbing cock inside her with all the certainty of true womanhood. He shivered just remem-bering how her tight, eager young pussy had felt as it had sucked inward like warm, throbbing liver around his deeply fucking cock, how her pliant fleshy breasts felt under his caressing hands, how her full ripe lips felt as they returned his ardent kiss.
"Hah! I'll bet you're thinking about her now, aren't you?" Diane taunted, glaring with blazing eyes at him. It was only a wild guess, but she felt a stab of triumph when she noticed his sudden crimsoning, his quick look of guilt. "You think I don't know what kind of girl she is? You think you're the only one around here who lays his hands on her?"
Diane hadn't meant to go this far, but she was so completely jealous that she was losing control.
"What do you mean?" Roger said lamely. A worried knot of agitation was churning in his stomach, not so much for the fact that Diane might know about his infidelity, but for the fact that what she was saying about the sensual redhead might know about his infidelity, but for the fact that what she was saying about the sensual redhead might very well be the truth.
"This is what I mean!" Diane snapped, walking over to the bookshelf and grabbing the photograph album she had discovered the night before. "You think you're the only one that fucks her! Is that it? Well wait till you see this! Yes, that's right, just look through. There's some great shots in there, like the one of Bill screwing your little friend in the ass. Or how about the one where he's licking her little redheaded pussy? You like that?"
Roger blanched under his usually primly speaking wife's taunting ob-scenities. "That's enough," he said, his voice icy cold. Although he was in a turmoil of jealous emotion inside, he remained outwardly calm. But despite his threatening voice, Diane continued to taunt him.
"Honestly, Roger, you're such a dope. You'd fall for anything that batted her eyelashes at you. You were right last night. She's not just a maid, she's also a public pussy and little whore."
"Shut up," Roger hissed. "Just shut up, Diane!" Roger spat, incensed at his wife's mockery of him. He made a lunge at her and grabbed her by the wrist, holding her immobile. He had thrown the photo album on the floor, wishing he'd never seen it. And instead of blaming Charlene for his anger, it was Diane he was furious with. She should never have showed him the photographs; they infuriated him, they made him lose all ability to reason.
His fingers tightened cruelly around Diane's wrist and his raging anger had finally mastered his reason. Her spiteful sarcastic taunts echoed in his mind as the pictures burned themselves through his brain, those two naked figures, Charlene's and Bill's, engaged in lewd acts the memory of which made anger and indignation boil over together in the cauldron of his emotions. With a growl, he threw Diane back against the bed, tearing her towel away so that she was naked and her full sensual breasts jutted suddenly out into view.
"I'll make you pay for this, you fucking little bitch!" he screamed, the sight of the naked glory of her body inflaming him further, his eyes enlarging as they stared at the smooth ivory orbs of her breasts, his face blushing beet red and the cords of his neck standing out like rawhide.
Diane tried to turn away from him, but his hand suddenly dipped into her shiny brown hair and wrenched her head around to face him. Her eyes swam with tears. Shudders of terror convulsed the cringing woman. She had never seen Roger so angry! She was deathly afraid of the mountain of anger she had moved in her husband and was fearful lest he lose complete control.
"Please, Roger, I'm sorry I said those things ... I'm sorry you had to learn the truth about your step-father this way . . . I'm sorry ..."
It's too late now to be sorry," Roger hissed, infuriated still more by her sniveling apologies. "You're gonna have to pay for this, you little bitch. I'm sick and tired of listening to you nag and complain. I've had all a man can take you goddamn spoiled bitch!" His teeth were grinding in fury and his face wore an expression of bestial sadism. With a sudden movement he grabbed her and shook her and she lay there cowering beneath her furious hus-band, totally naked and exposed.
"Oh, Roger, please don't!" Diane whimpered, cringing against the bed, her arms clasped protectively around her breasts, her legs drawn up to protect the nakedness of h.er body. Roger stood over her, a curious lust-crazed look on his contorted face.
"Now, let's see how brave you are!" he taunted, grabbing her again by the wrist and throwing her face downward on the bed. Cruelly, he forced her face down onto the pillow, his fingers locking in her hair. He could hear her blubbering into the pillow, but her terrified fear only incensed him. His eyes travelled down the milky whiteness of her body, resting on the graceful flare of her hips. He could see the twin mounds of her silky smooth asscheeks clenched together and as he stared a jarring memory of all the nights of cold, unsatisfying fucks he had experienced with his complaining wife came back to haunt him and something boiled over inside him when he realized that she had been able to make him ashamed of his own natural masculine instincts.
But even as he stared at the shivering figure of the helpless Diane, he felt a familiar twinge that began in the pit of his loins and rapidly spread to send his pulsating prick climbing into hard turgidity. He could feel his hardening rod pressuring against the fabric of his pants and it was hot and throbbing against his inner thigh. The realization that she could still excite him after what she put him through angered him to the boiling point.
Her delicately curved young asscheeks were standing there unprotected, vulner-able, the day light shining over her soft polished flesh. Barely discernable between her quivering legs was the soft dark fleece of her pubic hair and beneath it the faint sheen of her trembling little vaginal split.
Breathing hard, Roger placed his hands on the quivering spheres of alabaster flesh, and slowly drew the palpitating mounds apart. Staring for a moment at the crinkled brown ring of her little rectum, Roger reached forward and probed experi-mentally at it with his finger.
"Oooohhh . . . !!!" Diane jerked for-ward as though she had been prodded by a hot coal. But Roger's hands held her and there was nothing she could do but submit. His fingers were worming mercilessly up between the tender globes, holding her painfully in place. Diane felt resistance drain from her. Her body was helpless, to be used as he desired - the responsibility was out of her control. Roger ran his hands slowly up her smooth inner thigh all the way to the hair-lined lips of her cunt, still moistened from the fingerfucking she had received from her father-in-law a short time earlier.
"Mmmm ..." he slavered, his balls tingling with renewed excitement. There was something luridly arousing about the submissively kneeling posture of his wife, and he felt a soaring feeling of power as he sensed her terrified acquiescence. His palms spread over the smooth glossy asscheeks, cupping them firmly and slowly pulled tighter and his fingers probed sharply at the puckered little ring like punishing electric needles.
"C'mon," he rasped bitterly. "Spread 'em wide, real wide!" Diane moaned under her husband's crude demand. She tried weakly to flare her buttocks, to do what he asked her, ever fearful of arousing his violent temper. She was seeing a side of him she had never known existed!
Roger continued to tease at the puckered little circle with his finger, relishing her agonized cringe against the unnatural contact, while his other hand kneaded without mercy at the soft curved roundness of her buttock mounds. Bending his reddened face downward, he lashed out with his long moist tongue, and swept it along the full length of the quivering crevice, leaving a shimmering wet salival path between the sensuously trembling globes. Diane couldn't control a strange shudder of weird sensation at feeling his tongue there, and she could barely suppress a gasp as he suddenly supped teasingly into her pliant buttocks, covering the soft sensitive flesh with sharp little bites. Then his pointed tongue was probing at the tiny exposed anal mouth, testing and teasing, trying to stretch the tightly-clenched, unyielding ring of her asshole.
"Oh my God, my God," Diane sobbed. Why is he doing this to me? Is it really my own husband teasing me back there like this?
Roger was jubilant when he heard her fresh sobs. That'll teach the little bitch to mock me, he thought venomously, sudden-ly ripping down the zipper of his pants and releasing the long swollen length of his lust-hardened cock. He sighed with relief from the feeling of freedom as the hotly throbbing rod jutted up proudly in the air. Stretching the straining white buttocks even more, he lay full length of the palpitating member between her open ass-globes, resting the smooth bloated head against the tight little opening of her anus. Gleefully, he began to slide his heavily pulsing hardness up and down the exposed brownish valley and a drop of premature semen lubricating the hungrily throbbing tip.
He placed the swollen head of his blood-engorged penis against the small hairless opening and aided by his insistent fingers, the giant rod began to push and buffet against her nakedly defenseless little rectal mouth.
Although she tried to suppress the unbelievable thought, Diane was struck by the realization of what her husband had in mind for her. He was going to try to fuck his huge hardened penis up into her tiny rectum! It would kill her! How could she take it? It would tear her in half - the pain would drive her out of her mind. And worst of all was the realization that her husband was really capable of this depraved act. He was as bad as Bill, his own step-father!
Her dazed thoughts ran back to those horrible photograhps. Etched on her mind irrevocably was the image of Bill's animalistic penetration anally of that sluttish redhead, the look of depraved pleasure on her face. Diane shivered in revulsion and as she did, her tiny puckered sphincter bruised against her husband's rock-hard prick, electrifying her with the insistent reality of her shamefully kneeling position.
Tears ran from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. She began to sob, low whining sounds and struggled weakly to release her behind from her husband's sadistic grip.
"Shut up and hold still!" Roger snarled, and Diane forced a stop to the convulsive quivering of her body. With a sudden, vicious lunge, Roger tried to shove his hotly throbbing prick through the tight rubbery opening. But it wouldn't go! It was too big! It pushed harshly against the unyielding membrane, and Roger cursed softly at his momentary defeat. Diane was shaking; she couldn't expect any escape from the depraved act that was to be performed on her. She only clenched shut her eyes trying not to think, hoping that whatever was going to happen to her would happen fast and be over with. For the very first time in her life, she was desperately, deathly afraid of her husband, and she quaked under her terrifying fear.
Her face was numb from being pressed down into the bed and her whole body ached from the cramped awkwardness of her position. For a moment, a split second, she had been relieved that his huge penis had failed to pierce her anal passage and had nurtured the faint hope that he would give up his lewd intention. But he was trying again!
' 'Aaaaarrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh God, stop it!" A blinding, tearing pain shot up her back bone. She felt a slight popping sensation at her anus and . . , OH GOD, HE WAS IN! Her own husband was fucking her 'n the asshole! The startling pain took away her breath. The stretching, groping in her back passage was un-bearable - as if someone were trying to plug her up back there with a huge barrel cork.
Roger was surprised at the virginal tightness of her anal passage. He had never fucked a woman there before and he hadn't expected so much resistance. His anger had steadily mounted as his patience drained away, his hard insistent cock demanding satisfaction, and now he had finally inserted it just up inside the tight rubbery circle.
The lust-maddened husband lurched forward agin, sinking more of the enormous shaft into his wife's tiny tortured rectum.
Diane's pelvis bucked and jerked against her husband's maniacal impale-ment, the barbaric pain giving her new strength. Futilely, she twisted and gyrated, trying to shake off the brutal skewering of her tightly resisting anal flesh, but Roger only grinned lasciviously and wormed his massive cock farther up into her inflamed back passage, drilling mercilessly up the virginal channel.
Violent, shattering pain racked Diane's body and choked sobs caught raspingly in her throat. She was hopelessly caught on his merciless rod. Roger pulled at her hips in a relentless, inflexible grip, flexing his loins as he inched even deeper into her tightly resisting asshole. She squirmed desperately, tugging her wide-split asscheeks away from his granite-hard shaft, but her struggles only helped to bury the devastation of the advancing cock further into her agonized rectal canal. The stiff circumference of her husband's cock stretched the tender ring of her ass until it seemed to clutch in helpless desperation at the huge pole and suck it even deeper into its futilely resisting interior.
"Oh, Roger, please stop! Please stop ... I can't stand it!" she sobbed piteously.
But Roger only gritted his teeth and with a final savage grunt, ground the full length of his monstrous shaft into her tortured passage. He had buried the full length of the elongated rod far up inside the soft, buttery flesh of her asshole!
Roger hesitated for a second, enjoying the tight, inflamed throbbing of his wife's sensitively throbbing rectum around his deeply imbedded prick. Then he began a slow, abrasive pulling out of the extended shaft. His withdrawal along the stolen path brought fresh moans of new pain from his tormented wife, pulling it out until just the swollen bulbous head alone remained engulfed by the hotly clinging flesh of her ass. Then, closing his eyes in lustful pleasure, he once again rammed its merciless bulk into her now forever stretched anal channel, feeling the smooth buttery cheeks of her witely rounded buttocks settle quiveringly around his hardening balls, as he once more sunk every inch of it up into her tortured depths. He began a slow sawing motion in and out of her, the movement becoming easier as her distended rectum relaxed a little and allowed his rummaging cock to pursue its wild rape.
Diane moaned and whimpered as he sodomized her, her body lost in a labyrinth of pain. She had never felt so totally abased and humiliated in her life. Not even her husband's stepfather's lustful finger-fucking of her naked vagina compared to the ignominy of this horrible anal rape by her own husband. She wished that the ground would swallow her up because she didn't think she could ever hold her head up again.
Roger continued his illicit fucking, his piledriving pelvis pounding against her upturned backside, his leaded penis churning deeper and deeper into the softness of her violated interior, slapping his loins against her wet buttocks, his mind lost in the abandoned perversity of the vicious anal fucking he was giving her.
His breath stiffened and he began to gasp in short rasping snorts. His cock ached beyond belief and seemed to inflate even more as the sperm, boiling in his steaming, writhing balls, clamored for release.
The massive rod began to fuck faster and faster in and out of the wide-stretched walls of her rectum and Diane tried to ease the cramped muscles of her buttocks to lessen if she could the excruciating pain. She felt her husband's hands clutch even more convulsively into her now slightly bruised buttocks, roaming over her hips. His pelvic thursts pounded wildly against her numbed and flattened ass cheeks hard against her hip bones as he began to shout strange growling sounds, mingled with threats and lewd obscenities.
His body stiffened, swivelled only at the hips, his toes dug against the floor.
"Hump back, bitch . . . move your fucking goodie-goodie ass ..." He shrieked insanely through tightly clenched teeth. "Oh God, I'm cumming now. I'm cumminggg in your asshole ...!!! AH!" He buffeted against her, a final breath-taking clap of flesh against flesh, his lust-stiffened rod knifing into unfathomed depths of her agonized rectum. A scalding white hot stream of liquid shot into her hotly clenching anus, searing the merci-lessly ravaged membrane. He jerked against her like a rag doll shook by an angry child,, her thighs and buttocks crushed by the violence of his final assault as he emptied the full measure of his thickly burning semen into her forever-stretched anal passage. Then he fell forward, flattening the lovely curves of his wife's body under his distended bulk.
She lay there silently sobbing, trying to muffle her cries, and trying to muffle also the moans of weirdly throbbing pleasure she was also feeling, for while her husband's vengeful fucking of her virginal little rectal passage had hurt and had caused her unbelievable humiliation, still, his own cumming had set off a similar reaction in her. But she mustn't let him know . . . she mustn't let him know that she had cum too ... he must not know that she was a base enough creature to enjoy the disgusting act of being fucked in the asshole like a lowly animal!
Chapter Five
As she dressed and put on her makeup, Diane was surprised at how calm she felt. She glanced behind her at her husband who had fallen asleep sprawled out on the crumpled bedspread of the guest room bed. She felt nothing for him, nothing at all. She didn't care what he did from now on. He and Charlene could really have an affair and it wouldn't bother her.
She turned back to the mirror and applied the black eyeliner, rimming her brown eyes lavishly. Together with the green eye shadow she had smoothed onto her eyelid, she had achieved a stunning effect and her eyes had a hazy, smouldering look. Several coats of black mascara on her long dark lashes completed her eye makeup and she decided, after applying her lipstick, that she looked just right.
Just right for what she asked her reflection in the mirror. It was a question, however, that she did not answer. She had no exact plan in mind, but she knew her extra care in dressing today had something to do with Bill. She didn't care anymore what Roger thought of her, not after his bestial anal assault. She still hurt back where he had forced his bludgeoning rod into her, and that pain made her turn in her mind to the memory of Bill. She remembered her unadulterated ecstacy as Bill had fingered her freely in the secret confines of her eagerly cumming vagina.
A shudder ran through her now as she involuntarily relived the scraping, titillating feel of his coarse fingers as they slid up the tightly contracting sheath of her cuntal passage, how his hand felt as it aqueezed mercilessly on her breasts, evoking a strange sort of pleasure through the unbearable pain. She no longer wondered how she had let herself give in. He had overpowered her, but at least he had brought her extreme pleasure, which was more than she could say for her clumsy, cruel husband who certainly hadn't meant her to have any pleasure from his lewd fucking of her helplessly stretched asshole.
Diane felt a tingle in her spine as she recalled Bill's treatment of her, his complete disregard for her expressed feelings. There was something perversely exciting to her, she acknowledged now as she took one last look in the mirror, smoothing her brown hair back from her face with her hands, in the way he had treated her. Even now there were little pinpricks of fire niggling between her legs and she realized that she had been grinding her inner thighs together to quell the feeling.
She felt strange to herself, as if pleasantly afloat on the tide of some newly discovered sensuality. Her body felt light and warm. She had no clear idea of what she was going to do, but something was started in her, some gnawing aching emptiness deep inside, like a worm eating away at her, calling for release, for satisfaction. She felt restless and taut, and she knew that she wanted to see her father-in-law again, to feel his gentleness, the consoling sound of the experienced older man's voice. She didn't want him to fuck her, she told herself, she just wanted to see him, talk to him.
Almost without realizing where she was going, she opened the door to Bill's bedroom. The shades were still drawn and in the dim light she saw, to her mingled dismay and surprise, that her desperate eyes were looking for Bill, her eyes darting back and forth around the room as if he would miraculously appear there in the bedroom. But he was no where in sight and feeling a pang of disappointment, Diane decided to go into his empty room, getting a feeling of consolation just from being there and breathing the masculine-scented air of the room in which Bill slept.
What's come over me? she asked herself, acting like a lovesick teenager! But she couldn't deny it, just being in Bill's room caused her heart to pound in her ribcage. What do I care whether I see him or not? she told herself, walking slowly across the room, I'm a married woman, and he's my husband's step-father!
Her heart skipped a beat when a door across the room opened and Bill appeared in the doorway.
"Diane!" his deep voice rang out, a broad smile on his face. "Just the person I was thinking about!"
"Hello, Bill," Diane replied, her voice stiff and unnatural. Her hands felt clammy and she was sure there were beads of perspiration on her face. I shouldn't have come in here! She fought to control a wave of fear which was swelling inside her. The man's quietness, the still, dark atmosphere of the man's bedroom, frightened her unreasonably. "You were just thinking about me?" she heard herself say.
Bill smiled. "Yes, I was just develop-ing some pictures in my darkroom, dear. Yes, that's right, I had this dressing room made into a darkroom. Photography's a hobby of mine, you might say."
Diane felt herself blushing to the roots of her being, remembering full well what kind of photographs caught the man's interest. She felt a wave of dizziness come over her and nearly stumbled backwards. She should leave. She should get out of his room before it was too late! And yet, some strange force held her there.
"Are you all right, dear?" Bill asked and Diane froze when whe realized that he was coming closer. She felt his strong hard arms around her, clasping her tightly, and she could smell the masculine odor of his sweet, heavy aftershave lotion.
"Yes, I'm all right," she said. "Lei me go!" She struggled feebly to escape, knowing, however, that this was somehow what she had come for. Then his mouth was on hers, his lips bruising against hers in a sweltering unrelenting kisf^ his tongue, wet and hard, pressing against her teeth, forcing entry, coupling lewdly with her own mutinous tongue. Diane was fighting for breath just as suddenly as she had begun her feeble struggle, she ceased to try to escape from the older man's illicit embrace.
All fight went from her body, and as her fear diminished, she realized that she was beginning to enjoy being grasped roughly in her husband's step-father's arms, to enjoy his hard grinding kiss on her tender lips. His tongue swirled around in her velvety mouth, and he was crushing her breasts against his chest and Diane could feel the hem of her tight, short dress riding up on her hips. She gasped as she felt Bill's knee pry apart her thighs, and then she moaned involuntarily as she felt the bony kneecap rub unremmittingly against the burning zone of her vagina. His practised caress awoke the sparks that had kindled in her sensitive pussy earlier that morning and she found herself grinding her throbbingly warm flesh against the hardness of his knee. It seemed to her as if the kiss lasted an eternity, and then, as abruptly as he had begun, Bill stopped.
Bill smiled to himself as he stared for a moment at the impassioned woman he now held at arm's length away from him. He let his eyes roam over her from her long legs, upwards to her flared hips, small waist, and the lush swell of her firm, round breasts. His prick gave an excited spasm. His mouth was on fire from the passion of their kiss, and it was all he could do to restrain himself from throwing her on the bed and pouncing on her and fucking her right there and then. But he had other plans for this hot little number. He had known right away what was on her mind when he had seen her standing in the middle of his deserted bedroom, barely covered in that scrap of a dress, her face painted like some corner whore. She wants cock, that's what she wants, even if she's fighting it, and her dear old in-law is just the one who's going to give it to her!
Diane stood there panting, hardly daring to move. She felt helpless. His kiss had overwhelmed her and although she knew she should run, she just couldn't. She quivered as she felt his hands on her, feeling, squeezing, caressing, running down "the length of her body, sending coarse shivers of pleasure rippling down through her awakening flesh. She sucked in ier breath as she felt the roughness of his palm on her naked thigh, felt it slither up the smooth creamy skin; realized that his fingers were urging at the soft flimsy material of her panties as his eyes held her eyes as if trying to mesmerize her. Her head was spinning, and she found her hips arching towards him, she felt her panties sliding down over her hips and thighs to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving them in a useless little heap on the floor.
"Mmmmmmm ..." she sighed as she felt his thick fingers graze against the softness of her hotly palpitating pussy lips, felt their tips dip against the growing moistness of her velvet soft, curl-fringed folds. She felt Bill's hot breath as he peered down at her, and then he plunged his middle finger into the wet, viscous hole of her already hotly trembling cunt. She jackknifed against him, her legs opening wider to him to allow his invading fingers deeper and easier access to the mounting furnace of her tight hot pussy.
His fingers grovelled around in the slippery channel of her cunt, teased the hardened little titty of her blood filled clitoris, searched and probed among the secret wet crevices and creases of her nubile young vagma. Her entire body felt aflame and she was lost in lust, oblivious of the fact of how lewdly she stood there, her legs awkwardly apart to allow Bill's hands greater access to her openly spread young pussy lips. But this was what she wanted, to feel two male hands on her body, to feel the rising heat in every pore of her flesh which signalled the coming of the climax for which her starved body craved. She didn't really care whose hands were manipulating her crotch, whose fingers were swirling around up inside her buttery-soft cuntal walls. She didn't care what happened! All she wanted was the joyous ecstasy of being fucked to a wildly moaning cumming, and oh, God was she going to get it!
Bill couldn't help smirking down at the twitching, writhing body standing like a puppet in his arms. God, the high and mighty little bitch is really getting hot. She's really ready for it now! Let's see what she thinks of the surprise her old father-in-law has for her now. . . .
He withdrew his fingers from the excitedly pulsating lips of her pussy and he heard her gasp with disappointment.
"Oh, please, don't stop now . . . I'm nearly there ..." the passion-wracked woman sighed piteously.
"Come on," he said, leading her towards the darkroom. "There's some-thing I want you to see!"
Diane, in the throes of her thwarted orgasm, let Bill lead her by the arm into the dark closet of a room from which he had emerged. She felt close to tears from her so nearly achieved climax. Oh, if only he hadn't stopped.
And then, in the darkened room, lit only by a dim yellow light, he started again! Only this time, it felt as if he had knelt down at her feet and was licking her with his tongue, warm and curling, slavering along the quivering folds of her passion-inflated pussy, sending eddies of new pleasure drifting through her. She felt a momentary stab of horror at the thought of a tongue licking so intimately up between her open legs, but it was lost in the wave of pleasure which engulfed and eagerly she thrust her pelvis towards the source of the pleasure, grinding her naked young asscheeks in crude tempo with the frantic licking of the demonic tongue.
"Oh God, Bill, it feels so good, so good," she sighed, unable to control the spasms of ecstasy convulsing her. She had to have more of it, she had to have that tongue deeper inside her, had to feel it in every tiny nerve end of her excitedly flooding pussy ... if only she could lie down and spread her legs wide, if only he hadn't brought her into this tiny closet. She opened her eyes and looked around her for someplace to sit, or someplace to lean her swooning body, while her hands reached down to force Bill's face further and harder against the burning fulcrum of her body, when her eyes fell upon some photographs which were being developed in a tray.
"Oh God Noooooo ..." her scream shattered the silence of the darkroom and reverberated throughout the tiny, closed-in room. Realization dawned upon Diane, followed by an immediate faintness in the lust-demented young girls' mind. She was suffocating with shock when she realized that the woman in the picture was experiencing the same thing she was feeling, sexual ecstasy induced by the tongue of the male . . . only the woman in the picture was Roger's mother! And the tongue belonged not to the man, but a bull calf!
Bill knew that his plan had worked. He derived a perverse thrill from knowing that while he crouched between his daughter-in-law's proud legs and felt the shivers of ecstasy he was creating, she was looking at those unbelievably depraved and sensual photographs of his late wife and their uniquely trained bull.
"For God's sake, Bill, please stop . . . please . . . let me go," the desperate young woman wailed, but even as she did so, new spasms of unbelievable sensation were twisting her into incredible knots of sensual fervour! She couldn't help it! It was too late for the shock and surprise in her mind to register with the rebellion in her body! She knew she should run away right now, should find her husband and tell him the truth, tell him about his mother, and what she really had been doing in that pen with that bull, the bull who had accidently killed her. Well, now the mystery was solved for Diane, and she knew with all her heart that she must escape from the clutches of these perverted people . . . .but it was too late!
"Oooohhh, keep sucking . . . !!!!!"
Her hands dashed down again and entangled themselves in her hungrily licking father-in-law's grey hair, pressing his nose and swirling tongue further into the setly tanked curls of her feverishly throbbing pussy. She felt his nose press against the lust-maddened little nipple of her clitoris, felt his shoulders against her sensitive inner thighs, and all the while, she could not take her eyes off the photographs swimming in developing solution before her, the lewd picture of Roger's mother having her openly splayed cunt licked by a bull . . . and oh, God, she was loving the whole thing . . . and she was going to cummmm . .
"AAAAAHHHHH ... Oh my God, I'm there . . . Oh! I'm cummiinnnggggg!" Her shrieks rang out and desperately she ground her pussy down against the face of her father-in-law, her thighs closing around his head like scissors, his tongue seeming to be the only thing holding her up. Wave after hot flushing wave of tremendous pleasure washed over her, bringing her back again and again to the shore of calmness, only to toss her once more in a raging sea of her unleashed desire.
Finally, the cumming was over, and Bill stood up, his own prick a hardened lump of lust-inflated flesh. His teeth bared in a hungry grin as he took the panting young woman in his arms and pressed his body into hers.
"Are you ready for me now, babe?" he rasped.
"Get away from me!" Diane scream-ed with vitriolic suddenness, her hands reaching up for Bill's face. He tried to slip to one side, but her nails caught his cheeks, raking it savagely, leaving four red weals of crimson blood in their wake.
"You little bitch!" Bill spat. "Now, I'm really afraid you're in for it . . . ."
But fear made Diane agile, and she leaped past him, heedless of any other thing but to escape this lewd monster who had subjected her . . . and his wife ... to such a debasing ordeal.
But Bill, too was quick, and before she was able to get out the door, he grabbed her viciously over her wrist.
"Oh, let me go, let me go ... " she sobbed hopelessly. "Leave me alone . . . " she tried to struggle, but it was useless. Bill was much the stronger of the two and he pinned her cruelly against the doorjam.
"And now, my haughty beauty, "he snarled, "You'll have to make up for this," his hand pointing towards his painful scratches. Take your filthy hands off me!" she screamed, revulsion shudder-ing through her.
"AUNUUNNRGGHHH!" she screamed suddenly as she felt the full weight of his open palm against her face. Tears sprung to her eyes and cascaded down her face, stinging her smarting cheek.
"I . . . I'm sorry Bill," she sobbed desperately, "Please let me go."
"Not yet, dear girl, I'm not done with you yet." - "No, please, I can't take any more ..."
Bill's only answer was to wrench her dress high and run his hands down the-smoothly quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch and tried to cringe away, her softly rounded buttocks squashing flatly back against the surface of the doorjam. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his zipper and then she heard Bill grunt.
"Look what I've got for you, dear!'' he grinned and involuntarily, Diane's eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness, she could just make out the herculean erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp.
"Like it, eh?" he said, pressing closer, and then, Diane felt the slightly moisened head rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery, and relentless. Oh God help me . . . she sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the doorway.
She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing itself between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to hold them together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard rubbery head of his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, still moist and tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he teased the tip around the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her tender membrane unbearingly, parting the softly curling pubic hair and guiding the monstrous erection inexorably towards the small, trembling opening to her quaking body.
Bill held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cunt-hole, his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. He loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in his hand the instrument which would, he was sure, subjugate her completely to his will.
He lurched forward, pressing himself into her, and Diane's hips thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of driving male flesh which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard lipped head lodged just up inside the softness of her wide-stretched little pussy mouth. The pain of his sudden, splitting entrance blinded her and her buttocks were sore and raw from being forced back against the hard edges of the doorjam. Desperate, she grasped the strong shoulders of the older man and tried to force him back, but it was No use to try.
"UGGGHHHHHhhhnnn Diane sobbed again under the force of another thick inch being sunk up inside her elastically yielding young cunt walls. Bill was beside himself with self-congratulation as he listened to his half-impaled young daughter-in-law's pleading cries and, encouraged by her groans, continued to press forward into the tender, widely stretching walls of her naked pussy.
"OOooooo!" Diane wailed again as with a last inward lunge, he succeeded in sinking every widely-expanded inch of his pounding prick in her wetly clasping, glove-like interior.
He left his mammoth cock imbedded there for a moment the smooth rubbery tip prodding against the soft-yielding mem-brane of her cervix, and then began to withdraw it, looking down gleefully at the tendrils of soft pink skin and moistened pubic hairs which clung to the hardened pole. Then he fucked gleefully forward again impaling the young woman as completely as before, feeling the contract-ing interior of her vaginal wall throb softly around his hotly palpitating prick.
He began to fuck in and out of her, trying to establish a rhythm, each forward thrust lifting the horrified girl almost off her feet, crushing her tender ass-cheeks mercilessly against the edges of the doorway, his balls slapping like a wet towel against her moistened inner thighs.
Diane felt mortified beyond imagi-nation. Never had she felt so used in her whole life, not even when her husband had assaulted her anally. Yet, she was fully aware that she had willingly come in here, and had submitted to his fingering, being aroused to the point where she no longer had the will to fight, even when she'd seen the depraved pictures of the bull and Roger's mother. She had actually cum while looking at the horrid photographs! And now, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, like some two-bit whore, stood up against a wall, her dress bunched lewdly around her hips, while this demented, perverted man, her husband's step-father, was pumping like a jack hammer into her helpless cock-filled cunt. God, she couldn't bear it!
"Hump back, baby. Put some life into that hot little pussy!" Bill panted as he swung his pelvis rhythmically, crashing into her like some giant pendulum, "move that pussy of yours you little bitch ..."
Diane was revulsed by his crude words. Her body seemed to have become immune to his course assault, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was lost, lost!Roger didn't care "what happened to her, and now his step-father was using her as a receptacle for his own debased desire.
As the impassioned rapist continued to fuck into her, Diane again began to feel the stirrings of change deep within her. At first, she couldn't believe it was happening, but then, after awhile, it was undeniable. Needle points of lewdly kindled pleasure were beginning to pinch her, sending little ripples of delight coursing through her. She was beginning to enjoy it! Her rational mind was aghast at the lewd rebellion in her body, and she tried to quell it, but it was no use. Her body was reacting in an age-old way, over which she had no control. She was a woman, and her womanly flesh was responding to a man's lustfully driving cock inside her, the way it had from the beginning of time. Her body and con-sequently her reactions were out of her control!
She began to mewl with pleasure through tightly clenched teeth, unwilling to let her adversary know of his victory, but he had already sensed her submission and was jubilant.
Her body was more yielding, fighting less and less against his fucking affair, until finally it was swaying in pagan rhythm with his own fucking, her hips grinding forward to welcome his massive cock deeply up inside her belly, her softly quivering buttocks pressing hard back against the wall, to draw out the pleasure of his slow teasing withdrawals. Oh, Christ, he thought dazedly. This is better than I thought it would be .... the hot little bitch really knows how to fuck .... she's a natural . . .
Diane was moaning now with the intensity of her desire. Every particle of her body was crying out for satiation, and her pores seemed to open in welcome to the force of Bill's feverish screwing. Every nerve ending was trembling with passion and the ache in her loins grew with each long, clean stroke of the man's gigantically throbbing cock. She felt aroused as she never had before. Roger had never been able to awaken her to this degree, and she thought that she must forever forget true sexual arousal as she felt sure it would be. But this older man by the very lewdness of his actions, had unlocked the key to her responses and was illiciting unknown reactions in her. She was desperate for release yet she hoped the wonderful sensations inside her would never cease.
"MMmmmmmm .... Bill, oh it's so nice, soo nice ..." she gasped, her hands shooting down and clasping his hips, pulling him closer to her. She felt she couldn't get enough of him and her pussy was sucking desperately at his cock in an attempt to engulf more and more of his delicious penis up inside it.
Bill was perspiring, his slender frame hot and cold in turn as he fucked wildly into his hungrily squirming young daughter-in-law. He knew that he couldn't hold out any longer, and he wanted to because this was definitely the best fuck of his life. He wanted to make it last but . . .
"Oh God, girl, grind that hot little ass of your . . . I'm . . . going . . to CCUUMMMIAAAAHHHHHHH . . . !"
Bill was gyrating like a whiplash, his pelvis crashing and battering Diane with renewed strength as he felt the rumble of his hot boiling sperm deep up inside the sanctuary of his balls and then he felt the headlong rush of the formenting seed as it gushed along inside his bulging prick and rushed out in a frothy waterfall into the desperately sucking cavern of Diane's wildly writhing cunt. From the deep daze of his cumming, he heard Diane cry out in an agonized, delighted tone.
"UUUuuummmmmm . . .I'm cumming! I'm cumming . . . I'm . . . AAAGGGHHHHH!" Her body too was tossing like a gyroscope, a bottle adrift at sea, the only lifeline being the relentless hardness of her father-in-law's deeply fucking cock which continued for a seeming eternity, to shoot out its incredible spurts of creamy hotness into her hungrily contracting pussy.
She continued to moan as the rising tide of her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and finally engulfed her, only it wasn't fearsome as she supposed, only sweet and heavenly and gentle, bobbing her along on its crest like a complacent gull, and she was riding the beautiful whitesurf, pleased and relaxed in her newfound proficiency, forgetting the reality of being fucked this way, fully dressed and against the edge of a doorway, which if she had stopped to think about it, lead out of the darkroom and into the bedroom of her own father-in-law, her husband's stepfather and her husband, who as far as she knew, was right now sleeping just on the other side of one thin wall while she was getting her tits fucked off iust a few feet away!!!
Chapter Six
Diane was grateful when she got back to her own room to find Roger gone. Her dress was wrinkled, her hair was a mess, and if he saw her, it would leave no doubt in his mind that she had just been fucked . . . and fucked wild. She was amazed, as it was, that he hadn't heard her ecstatic orgasmic cries and come running, and she was grateful that he hadn't.
She might not have felt so happy and carefree as she stepped into the shower for the second time that day, if she had known where Roger was. Furious when he had awakened, he went downstairs in search of Charlene.
He found her in her room off the kitchen, reclining on her bed, wearing only a scant, sheer robe and high heeled slippers. She was concentrating on apply-ing red nail polish to her long, slim fingernails, stopping occasionally to sip from a highball.
"Hi!" she said, looking up when she saw Roger standing in the doorway of her room. "I've been hoping you'd drop by."
"Oh really?" he said, stalking into the room and towering over her bed menacing-ly. "You've been waiting for me? Or are you sure it isn't old stepfather Bill you've been waiting for?"
"Bill?" she said, blinking her long false lashes at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Now wait a minute!" he snapped. "Don't give me any of that innocent crap! I know all about you and Bill. You better admit it!"
Jesus, Charlene thought to herself. He's really mad. I should have told the poor boy - I didn't realize he was such a jealous, innocent babe. I figured any son of Roger's mother had to be like her.
"Hey!" she said aloud. "Don't!"
Roger had snatched the nail polish out of her hand and grabbed her wrist.
"Cut it out, Roger! You're going to mess up my nails!" she cried, struggling to escape his overpowering grip. "Let me go, Roger!" she said, trying to make her voice authoritative. But it only made anger stir in Roger's taut body. He was furious with himself, furious for falling for the redhead as hard as he had, and furious for taking his own mistake out on his wife. It was Charlene that should be punished, and now he was going to do it.
"All this time," he hissed, "and in my mother's own house . . . you and Bill carrying on behind my poor mother's back . . . and taking pictures of yourselves . . . God, you're really too much," he sneered, hot rage boiling inside him.
"Roger, cool down. Let me explain!" She was beginning to be frightened and tremulous. In the state he was in, should she tell him the truth? What would he do if she revealed to him that Roger's mother not only knew about her and Bill, but it was Roger's mother herself who had taken the photographs!
"I'm not interested in any of your explanations. You don't need to explain what you are. It sticks out all over you. You're nothing but a two-bit whore," he snapped. "And I'm going to treat you like one. I'll get another taste of that hot little cunt of yours whether you want me to or not."
Charlene shivered at the change in Roger's voice. It seemed cruder, more ominous. All the gentleness of the handsome young man's manner was gone, and now he was pure rage and lust. Usually so cool and in control, she wondered if she could handle this situation. He was out of control. He was mad.
Suddenly, his mouth bore down on hers, he was pushing her back against the pillows on her bed and kissing her in a hard, bruising oral embrace which was smearing her lipstick and trapping her breath. Everything vanished from her mind, fled from the overwhelming power of his kiss and she saw that she had no choice but to let him have his way with her, take out his rage on her, and hopefully then she could explain things to him. Her arms reached up and encircled his neck while her lips strained against his, clinging desperate-ly to them.
Her nipples stiffened under the thin robe, jutting against his chest, and his hands slipped down and ran expertly over her back, her hips, her thighs. Her lips parted to admit his swirling tongue into her hot orifice, and she quivered under the force of the passion he was beginning to arouse in her. She felt resistance fall away from her body, and she laughed to herself that she'd repair her nail polish later. She was beging to think that he wasn't around to give her a bad time, after all.
His hands were fumbling at the tie to her robe, insinuating themselves inside it to touch the eager orbs of her throbbing breasts . . . her nipples suddenly burgeon-ing hungrily into his palms. Her eyes dropped involuntarily to the growing bulge between his legs. She could almost see the protuberance of his pulsating organ growing before her eyes, and a stab of longing coursed through her. Her eyes drank in the sight of his broad, strong shoulders, his firm, sensual torso, his cruel exciting lips . . . and then dropped again to the fleshy promontory between his thighs. Her body began to ache with sudden intensity for this younger man. Every nerve-ending seemed to tremble with suppressed desire. Oh, how she wanted this virile young man, wanted him, just like he wanted her!
Roger was mesmerized by the enticing sight of her half-naked body, its shimmer-ing whiteness like fine marble against the satin sheen of her bedspread, the sheer black gauze of her robe. His prick was pulsating fervently against his leg, brand-ing his flesh with its hot passion. He exulted in his victory over her, her obvious desire for him. So what if she's a slut, he thought angrily, she's one hot little bitch! The details of the photographs he'd seen of her and Bill flashed through Roger's mind, and far from turning him off he felt a new surge of lust by the sight that of that same woman in the photographs now mewling with desire beneath him.
Charlene sighed as she felt his mouth close over the crest of one trembling upright breast, his soft firm lips enveloping the tender throbbing flesh of her turgid nipple. She became vibrantly alive under his touch, excited and aroused as she felt the nearness of his heated masculine body. She could feel the bloated strength ofhis still-encased presence as it pulsed against her thigh and her loins and began a tentative churning in time to the internal palpitations that were caressing her desire-ridden flesh. His mouth was trailing down her body licking and kissing her warm pliant flesh, glorying in her naked offering to him. His eyes fell lustily over the fiery red fleece of her slightly raised pubic mound and he felt an impatient tremor spasm through him. Christ . . . she was so good ... so good . . . what difference did it make if she had been with Bill . . . what difference did it make who she had been with? She was with him now . , . she was his for the taking . . . and that was all that mattered! His hand reached down to the fly of his pants . . .
Charlene's eyes jumped to the huge, fleshy rod of the young man's cock as it eased out of the confines of his pants. The excitedly hardened head gleamed a bluish-purple and the lengthy red base seemed to pulse with hot, angry blood. She felt a quiver of anticipatory fear mingled with masochistic pleasure as she continued to stare mesmerized at the lewd instrument which Roger was obscenely encouraging to even greater proportions with crude caresses of his powerful hands. Uncons-ciously, she spread her legs a little wider, arching her pussy up in a primitive invitation to his waiting cock.
Christ, the fucking little bitch really wants it, Roger thought viciously, his prick throbbing, his gaze riveted on the entrancing sight of Charlene's flexed pussy mound which barely concealed an enticing gleam of moist pink flesh between the swollen fleshy outer vaginal lips. He could see the red, lust-angered knob of her clitoris nestling beneath the crown of red resilient curls, and a faint pulsing drew his hypnotized gaze to the small clasping hole of her cuntal mouth.
"Oh, Christ, Charlie," he rasped hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you now."
Charlene's blood quickened on hear-ing his lewd, lust-inflamed words, and her own yearning magnified on realizing the extent of his animalistic passion. She felt him settle between the insides of her widespread, welcoming thighs, felt the nudge of his rubbery hard pole against her sensitive inner skin, felt the first jarring contact of his rigid impermeable shaft against the delicate folds of her waiting cunt.
Roger slowly guided the solid rod of flesh towards the small, star-shaped cuntal mouth, and poised it there for a moment, the knobby distended head pressing lightly against the fragile membrane. Then he rammed forward with all his might, and sunk his petrified weapon with a single lurch into the depths of the flabbergasted woman, "Oh, no . . . not so hard . . . please!" the inexperienced young woman wailed. "It's too big! It hurts!" she sobbed, feeling her interior vaginal walls stretch with painful intensity from the huge mass of granite-hard flesh embedded inside her.
Roger's stepfather Bill stood at the entrance to Charlene's room staring dumb-founded at the spectacle of the skewered woman, his eyes welded on the sunken shaft barely protruding from Darlene's ovally stretched vaginal hole.
Roger continued to plow forward, his massive prick tunnelling effortlessly through her widening channel until the huge head came to rest at the mouth of her cervix. His hands dipped down and grasped at the fleshy spheres of her satiny buttocks, revelling in their resilient softness, and then pulled her crotch even further down on his sunken cock, swivelling her pelvis around on his hardened shaft, grazing the sensitive entrance to her womb against his rock hard penis. Charlene drew in her breath at the novel sensation, dizzy from the feeling soaring through her, and then her busy interior muscles began to contract and squeeze on the entrapped masculinity within her, wringing gasps of unexpected pleasure from Roger.
He began to fuck in and out of her with long, practiced strokes, sinking his driving prick to the hilt in her willing cavern, withdrawing it almost entirely of her now warmly contracting pussy , matching thrust for thrust as they bucked and slapped against each other, their win pubic hairs brushing together and entwin-ing. Charlene's hair flung out around her face as she tossed her head from side to side and tiny mewls of ecstatic pleasure forced themselves from between her grinding teeth.
Roger was arousing her and her body was responding with a hedonistic answer of its own. It was heavenly, writhing about in pagan delight under the passion-demented body of a man, a man who was depraved with desire for her! She loved to use her power like this, her power to arouse a man to such a fever pitch. She knew that her body had incensed him like this, enflamed him with uncontrollable lust. Her flesh tingled with the wanton abandon of it all, being fucked, and fucking back for all she was worth.
At the door, Bill stood watching, feeling that he was about to explode, so intense was the ache in his balls and the urgent call in his cock. His surprise at finding Charlene and Roger coupled this lewd way on the bed became excitement as he continued to watch his mistress going crazy from the fucking the stepson was giving Charlene. The lewd sight excited the older man unnaturally; his fury with Roger for horning in on his territory was giving way to out and out jealousy as he observed the other man's pumping body, his ecstatic look of pleasure that coated his face, the willing, responsive body of Charlene loving a younger man. It was all too much for him ... he couldn't take it any longer, despite his recent fucking of Roger's wife.
Charlene was riding the waves of an indescribable joy. Her body was complete-ly in tune with Roger's; they were as one, sliding and twisting and rocking together on the star-studded way to the acme of their desires. Her body was reaching, striving to achieve the unrebukable climax which was building up in her, and which wouldn't be long in coming.
From the back of her mind, Charlene heard a sound which turned her blood to ice. Someone was coming into the room. It could be Roger's wife ... or, it could be Bill. She didn't know how Bill would react to the scene. He was big on sexual freedom his. Two women and one man suited him fine. But she didn't know how he'd react to two men and one woman.
Terror flooded through her, paralyz-ing her responses momentarily, because there was also the problem of how Roger would react to Bill's presence. The icy fingers of fear clutched grotesquely at her heart. She turned her head slightly and could just see through a chink in the tangle of her and Roger's bodies, the lower torso of a naked man!
Her eyes widened at the sight of the large obese penis which jutted out obscenely from its base, and there was something familiar about it. The torso was coming towards her, the elongated shaft bobbing obscenely. Her throat was arid and she wanted to jump up and flee from what was potentially a bad scene. Being in the middle of a rivalry between the two men was not what she had intended at all. She had only wanted to have a little fun.
She squirmed away. There was a struggle as Roger grabbed at her wrists and ankles, and in those confused moments, she thought, he must have learned that he was not alone in the room with her. But Charlene could not really tell what was happening, all she knew was that hands were all over her, that she was being wrenched and pulled and finally was turned over so that her buttocks were in the air, the trim smooth ovals of her ass-cheeks being spread apart. And she heard a man's excited gasp as the dark little ring of her anus came into view. And then she sobbed aloud as she felt the hard, stubby head of a dancing prick come into direct contact with the tight little hole.
She could feel another prick fucking into her vaginal hole, impaling her, a tireless cock still slicing ceaselessly in and out of her. What was happening? What was going on? She had expected the two men to fight, not join forces to assist each other in her dual ravishment. She was suddenly terrified!
Behind her, the sight of Charlene's round trim buttocks jerking backward enticingly under Roger's frontal thrust egged Bill on to a new plateau of desire and with an excited grunt, he pressed his thick forefinger against the crinkled little sphincter, worming it into the tightly resisting little passage until he had intruded as far as the first knuckle.
"Nnnngggghhhhhhh ..." Charlene groaned as she felt the maddening pain begin in her back passage and she began to struggle wildly, twisting her ass around in wild staccato attempts to dislodge his firmly embedded finger. Her feverish flailing seemed to incite Roger to boiling point as he continued to fuck heedlessly into her ravished vagina.
"That's it . . . move that ass ... " he groaned, seemingly oblivious to the older man's intrusion. Bill was rotating his finger around inside the tight little rectum, sinking it deeper inside her until he suddenly pulled it out abruptly with a loud plop which gave Charlene a momentary feeling of relief.
But it was shortlived, as she felt again the hard, excruciating pressure of Bill's rock-hard prick head against the cringing little anal mouth, and as he continued to jab and pressure the tiny hole, paralyzing realization of what was going to happen washed over her with tumultuous force.
"Oh God, please don't, Bill ..." she shrieked at the same time as he lunged forward in a snarling, brutal surge, and forced the vainly resisting muscle to yield under his greater strength.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh . . . No! No! Please stop!" she sobbed as she felt the splitting pain of his brutal anal entry.
"Please stop, Bill . . . Please! she continued to wail as he began to inch forward, forcing open the tender internal membrane with his merciless onslaught.
"Oh God, it hurts! It hurts too much!" the demented woman implored her lover, but to no avail. By dint of pure strength, Bill managed to slide forward until the full length of his lust-driven cock was embedded in her back passage. Her whole backside was a sheet of raw fiery pain which pushed unmercifully up the length of her spinal column, culminating in a shattering pain in her brain, which was actually the force of the knowledge of utter degradation the two men were subjecting her to. She was like a helpless chattel between the two of them, she who had always felt so powerful, a mindless being now, existing only for their pleasure as they double-fucked her, one in front and one in back and filled the air with their animalistic groans of pleasure.
Bill began to screw slowly in and out of her throbbing rectum, and she shameful-ly remembered Roger's wife and hoped she was nowhere around witnessing her debasement. But now, slowly but surely, the soft rubbery walls of her back passage were beginning to widen, thus mercifully lessening the incredible pain. When the agony had finally cleared, Charlene was not sorry it did. She was beginning to enjoy it, enjoy the new and lewd anal screwing her lover was giving her while Roger continued to fuck her in front. She lay panting and sandwiched between the two sweating male bodies, riding a rising tide of pleasure.
"Oooooohhhh ..." a low-pitched wail of animal-like pleasure rang out . . . she couldn't resist the primordial call of her body any longer. She liked it, liking being buffeted like a scrap of paper in the wind, mercilessly battered between the two heaving bodies. Masochistic ripples of pleasure eddied along her spine as she began to revel in her complete subjugation to the two men. She began to glory in the power they had over her, not only physical power but their potency which invoked such responsive delight in her. They were like wild stallions, luring her, the domestic mare, out to the bitter-sweet freedom of the plains, and she had responded, throwing aside decorum for the excruciat-ing sweet agony of a completely freed libido.
"Mmmmm . . . ooohhhhhhhhhh it's good ..." she moaned, arching her back and flaring her buttocks to receive Bill's jack-hammer thrusts in back and then flicking forward to welcome Roger's pile-driver shaft in front.
"Ooohhhh, that's it . . . oh, yes, hurt me! Fuck me harder!" her voice rang out, raucaus in its obscenities, and Charlene felt like she was in another world, piloted there by the unbelievable spasms of pleasure she was receiving in her dual passages, as the two hard, plunging pricks dove in unison and surfaced as one, leaving her breathless with excitement. It was incredible, being fucked like this by two men at once, far, far better than anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted it to go on forever!
But her body had climbed to the topmost peak of sensual ecstasy, and there was nothing left for her but to tumble down into infinity.
Her piercing wail rent the air, and then her body was spasming uncontrollably, slippery as an eel between the sandwich of human flesh.
"Aaaaarrrrrnnnnggggggg! It's cumm-mming! Oh God, fuck it to me harder! Harder! Oh God, my pussy's cummmm-mmmingggg!!!"
The two men were driven by the whiplash of her lust-hoarsened voice and they pounded against her, their driven cocks tormented beyond belief by the dynamic contractions of her pussy and rectum, until they, too, could hold out no longer.
Their deep masculine voices sounded out, distorted with passion, as the floodgates of their lust were loosened, and ;he torrents of their bubbling white liquid scorched from the vats of their testicles along the pipes of their plunging pricks and poured with spasmodic ejaculations into the writhing, squirming twin passages, where they commingled in an effervescent pool of frothy male sperm in Charlene's womb.
And while downstairs in Charlene's bedroom the trio slipped into a satisfied sea of tranquility, upstairs in the guestroom, Diane was relaxing unsuspectingly on the guest room bed, lost in fantasies of being fucked that morning by her father-in-law, planning further sexual adventures with her new lover for the future. She had slipped into a pleasant, dream-like state, and at one point didn't know if she had imagined, or if she really had heard, the sound of a human being in the throes of a mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm.
Chapter Seven
Diane couldn't believe how smoothly her husband's father had arranged things. She hummed and sang while she got dressed to go into town. They had been sitting around the kitchen table after a late lunch - just Bill and Roger and her. Charlene didn't make an appearance. Bill said she wasn't feeling well.
Bill had simply announced it. Since Roger and Charlene had to make the trip into town that morning, he and Diane would go in together this afternoon. The house needed supplies - wine, liquor, steak. And then - and here Diane had nearly fallen off her chair with surprise - he proposed that he would take her to this romantic bar he knew overlooking the water where they could watch the sunset, just the two of them. And he had reached across the table and covered her hand with his!
"Don't you think it's about time we in-law's got acquainted?" he had said.
She had carefully avoided Roger's gaze, but she imagined that he must be furious. Well, let him be furious, she told herself. Let him eat himself up with jealousy. After his wild fucking of her virginal young rectum that morning, she didn't care what he did . . . Although, of course, she did. She longed to be held in his arms, feel his body near hers in a loving embrace, share the sensations with her husband which her stepfather had so recently aroused in her.
And yet, there was Bill ... an older, experienced, turned-on male ... her body still tingled from the incredible fucking she had received from Bill. He had awakened her sexual appetite to such a pitch that she even found herself wishing that it was Roger and Charlene who were vacating the house so that she and Bill could be alone together.
Good Lord! she thought. What's gotten into me! I'm a married woman, and here I am having lewd fantasies about being fucked silly by my own father-in-law! It isn't right! It's wrong, and I know it! Oh, how can I be this way?
While she was dressing, Roger came into the room and their eyes met in the mirror. Diane looked at him uneasily. But he looked away. He didn't even seem to really see her. He just picked up the sweater he had come after and left the room. Before she had a chance to say a word, he was gone.
Diane stood stock-still. She didn't really know what she wanted to say to him, but she had not expected such a stony silence between them. He seemed totally indifferent about her comings and goings. He just didn't care! A nagging fear clutched at Diane's heart. Was her marriage with Roger really over? Had her short marriage to the man dissolved in front of her? Numbly, she tried to reassure herself. She knew in her heart that the intoxication of her newfound sensual freedom was a paltry return for the security she had taken for granted and which was in danger of toppling! Did Roger suspect what she had been doing? Anxiety gnawed at her like a dog at a bone.
She finished dressing and applying her makeup, but she thought about her relationship with Roger for the rest of the day. Even as she and Bill drove away from the house together, she knew in her heart she really wanted to be with Roger. The hours seemed to crawl by, and while they drank their cocktails and laughed together at the plush downtown bar, Diane's uneasiness had not abated. She felt worse than ever with only herself to blame. For the first time, she began to realize the seriousness of her actions, and to wonder about their consequences.
In the back of her mind, she had assumed that she and Roger would go back to their apartment in the city and resume their normal lives together. She had also assumed that Roger would not find out about what had taken place at her mother's house. But had she been wrong? Was Roger sick and tired of her, her bitchy, cold, demanding ways, her .ack of consideration for him? But I love him, I still do! her mind protested. She had to tell him, tell him now, ask for his forgiveness, get his reassurance that everything was all right.
"You're a thousand miles away tonight," Bill said, interrupting her thoughts.
Diane looked up at him, and suddenly a new thought came to her, a paralyzing fear that if she crossed Bill, he might tell Roger everything, brag about his easy conquest of her nakedly hungering young cunt. Well, she'd have to take that chance. All she knew was that she had to get back to Roger.
"Let's go home! Let's go back to your place, Bill. Please! Right now!" She was relieved at Bill's easy acquiescence, una-ware that he was thinking that she wanted to be home and alone with him, Bill, not realizing that it was her husband's arms she was running for.
When they got there, she quickly opened the car door and went running into the house. There was no one in the kitchen, or downstairs, so she ran lightly up the stairs and headed for the guest room. How she wanted to see him. It wasn't too late . . . it couldn't be . . . She reached the door of their room and was about to rush in when she froze. Her blood ran cold. She had to stifle a scream as her husband's voice wafted across to her.
"Oooooohh Charlene, darling, you feel so good ..."
God, what were they doing? She had to find out . . .
Her blood racing, she pushed the door open as silently and slowly as she could until she could peer into the room. And then she saw him. Her eyes bulged as they focused on a blurred tangle of naked arms and legs. Roger, her husband and Charlene were sprawled, stark nude, on the bed, their bodies locked together in a tight, passionate embrace.
Diane felt a blood-curdling scream rise in her throat and she had to cram her knuckles into her mouth to suppress it. The redhead's strong white hands were wrapped tightly around Roger's neck and as she glimpsed her husband's hungry wet tongue slipping into the shapely redhead's receptive mouth. Their twisting, writhing bodies lay only a few feet from Diane's horrified gaze, and she could see that Charlene's eyes were watching Roger as slowly he caressed her ripe, lush body.
Diane watched, paralyzed with shock. Every nuance on their faces was distinct to her view. She stood there breathless, unable to turn her eyes away from the lewd display of flesh and passion.
She watched as Roger's mouth tore away from the glistening fullness of Charlene's lips and began to trail hot, wet kisses down her vibrant swan-like neck, sucking ardently at the tender flesh, leaving a path of raw, red little patches in his wake. The redhead's hands were digging des-perately into his shoulders and from her gaping, half-open mouth, it was obvious that she was already deeply entangled in passionate sensual excitement.
Diane was hypnotized by the sight of the eager couple wallowing in unabashed lust. Her heart felt crushed by the sight of her husband's infidelity, but still she couldn't tear herself away from the incredible spectacle. She wanted to run in and separate the adulterous couple, yet she was immobilized by the scene. She had never in her life seen anything so mesmerizing, so compelling. It was strangely, perversely exciting, and every nerve, every sense in her body seemed sharpened to extraordinary intensity.
Diane watched, her eyes bulging, as Charlene, her red hair flowing like fire, stretched free of the tangle of arms and legs and slowly spread her perfectly sculptured thighs, revealing the red-haired muff of her pubic triangle. Her arms hung languidly by her sides and her firm full breasts rose up and down with her frenzied breathing. Diane could see the nipples spring to attention, the dark pink buds jutting up erectly from the crinkled brown areolas.
She gasped, stung with unbearable jealousy as Roger squeezed the ripe flesh, as he kissed first one, and then the other buttery globe. He rolled the thickening nipples between his thumb and forefinger, wringing little mewls of pleasure from Charlene. Then he raised his head and Diane could see the livid pink stretch of his tongue darting out as it flicked down the smooth soft plane of her lithe body, stopping to poke at the tight, deeply embedded little navel, licking it lovingly, as his hand continued to massage the smooth plane of her belly.
Diane's dimming eyes were riveted on the tall, thin body of her husband as it hovered over the prostrate girl, and her eyes dropped to the huge fleshy pro-tuberance of his cock as it dangled out obscenely from the dark pubic thatch. It prodded lewdly at Charlene's parted thighs, and Diane could see the girl's hips churning in unmistakable invitation.
"Oh darling, please fuck me now . . . I want to feel your beautiful hard cock inside me again ..." Charlene's passion-distorted voice pleaded. Her fingernails were digging into his muscular back and Diane winced at the girl's lascivious desire.
She had said again! Then, this wasn't the first time! Diane couldn't believe it! And she couldn't believe what she was seeing, because Roger had never been so aroused, so lust-crazed with her as he now was as he hovered over the pleading girl. A new wave of jealousy swept over her - she had never been able to arouse him to that extent!
Suddenly, he leaned forward and grasped Charlene's quivering legs and lifted them high up, till they dangled over his shoulders. He looked down at the lewd spectacle of her naked open vagina, lust gleaming in his eyes, and Diane herself could see the moist, pink furrow throbbing with excitement. She could see the eager clasping hole of her vagina, opening and closing, trying to suck in something to fill her desperate void. The outer lips were swollen with passion and the red bulbous tip of her clitoris quivered and pulsed through the soft pubic fuzz.
Roger grasped his long, thick penis in his hand and guided it towards the enticing pink split, running the thick burgeoning head deftly along the moistened crevice, lubricating it in Charlene's already flowing vaginal juices, while she mewled piteously.
"Oh, please Roger, do it to me now . . . please do it to me now . . . !"
Her lewd words seemed to galvanize Roger into action, and he suddenly rammed forward and with an explosive groan, thrust the hard bulbous head into the tiny, hair-fringed hole between her legs.
"Aaaahhhmmmmm ..." Charlene sighed, and Diane felt the first stirrings of anger on hearing the girl's sibilant moans of pleasure. Her lewd fascination with the incredible scene had suppressed any anger she might have felt, but now a slow burning resentment was seething inside the bewil-dered wife. It's just like I thought, she fumed inwardly, he was interested in that little slut right from the beginning! Her own deviance from the marital path was forgotten as rage simmered inside her as she watched her husband in his joyful rendezvous with the redhead. No wonder he didn't care what I did, and with whom . . . and to think I was rushing in to apologize to him, the lousy cheating bastard . . .
She watched, rage boiling like a furnace within her as Roger continued to plow forward, sinking his elongated shaft all the way into Charlene's upraised pelvis.
"Hhhhhggggghhhhhh . . . !" she moaned as Roger's desire-hardened cock reached the back of her womb,. and his hairy pendulous balls slammed hard against the soft silky cushions of her upturned buttocks.
Diane craned her neck, eager suddenly not to miss a second of her husband's frenzied fucking of another woman.
Her rage was receding again, and jealousy was once more taking its place . . envy, and a vicarious sort of excitement. There was something hypnotic about her husband's smooth, long in-strokes, and his short, sharp outstrokes which evoked a responsive rhythm in her own loins. Her initial state of shock was wearing off, and she felt horribly rejected, she was left out of the paradise which the two lovers were enjoying and she was overcome by a feeling of loneliness and rejection. The obscene magnetism of the violently fucking couple - her husband and his mistress - was drawing her into his lewd spell and she wanted to run and leave the scene of adultery, but she couldn't.
She was caught in the web of the lurid act transpiring a few feet away, and she had to wait to the end, had to see all of this incredible copulation between her husband and the young girl.
Suddenly, she froze in her bending forward position, her heart thumping with terror. Someone was behind her in the hallway! She wanted to turn around, scream, but she couldn't! She couldn't let Roger know that she'd seen him, that she'd been spying on him! Her flesh crawled as she felt hands behind her, strong, sure hands on her thighs, easing up her short flared skirt, caressing her naked skin. The hands were tugging on her flimsy white panties, peeling them down over her full rounded hips ... the fingers were probing at her now nakedly exposed vagina . . . oh God, she couldn't stand it!
"Sssshhh, it's only me ... "
Bill! She'd forgotten all about him! But why was he bothering her? Why wouldn't he just go away and leave her alone, let her witness her husband's infidelity . . .
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Diane was unable to stop herself from moaning as she felt the searing, unexpected contact of Bill's mouth on her naked pussy! Oh god, she wished she hadn't had those few drinks in town! Her mind was spinning! Bill had ducked under her skirt and his face was buried between her thighs and she hadn't the strength, or the will, to stop him!
What's happening, she thought des-perately! She had to stop him, stop his wildly teasing licking of her nakedly exposed pussy lips, had to pull away . . .
"Oh, Roger, you know how to fuck mv hot little cunt . . . your cock feels So beautiful up inside my belly like that . . . Mmmmmmmm..."
Diane's attention was once more crudely arrested by her rival's lust-en flamed sighs, and she felt her skin tingle from the girl's obscene words. Her eyes flew to the bucking, writhing bodies as they slapped wetly against each other wet with perspiration.
Dimly, she realized that she was yielding to Bill's pressure on her thighs, easing them apart. In the daze of her confusion, she could hear him rasping lewd words at her.
"I'm going to lick your pussy, suck it and bite that little clit of yours . . . make you cum while you watch your husband fuck that cute little friend of mine . . . !" His lewd incantation sent excited shivers coursing through her. Did he think she would allow him to touch her there just where that bull in the photograph had touched his wife! God, how could she have enjoyed such a thing . . . how could she be enjoying his licking of her nakedly spread cunt now?
"No, Bill, no ... " she whispered feebly, terrified Roger would hear. But her pleas were lost in the slavering sound of his tongue as it swept and lapped against her hotly trembling cuntal split, brushed electrically against the hard button of her clitoris, prodded the soft velvety folds of her pussy. Against her will Diane felt the excitement, arousal, enjoyment, building inside her. She couldn't help it . . . the hired man's tongue felt good against her quivering cunt . . . His wet mouth con-tinued to stroke the full length of the moistened pink furrow, his taut voracious tongue inching its way deeper and deeper into her eager young pussy. Prickly shoots of pleasure stabbed up into Diane's belly, radiating a vivid halo of sexual excitement from her glowing womb as his crude, direct sensuality seemed to snap her whole being into lustful attention.
She had to bite her lips to suppress the sighs of intense pleasure which were trying to force them into sound and she gripped the wooden top of the stall as she felt his tongue dip and tease the hot, fiery opening to her cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's wrong with me, her mind questioned suddenly as her eyes focused again on the pagan bucking of the grunting couple in front of her. Their lewd scene had become part of her own blazing, uncontrollable lust, and her own obscene witnessing of her husband's adultery was as arousing as the burning, tingling touch of the man's tongue beneath her skirt. She had transverse an unfathomable boundary in the short time since she had worried and fretted in the bar while she tried to enjoy Bill's company. The last half-hour was a real milestone in her life, and she knew that she could not retrace her steps across that boundary.
She was watching her husband fucking another woman while her own cunt was being sucked by another man, and her mode of life till then was a thing of the past. She knew, as she continued to gaze raptly at the panting, jerking figures of her husband and his mistress, that all her concepts on what life was all about were disintegrating . . . life, as she knew it, was disintegrating! The future was indescribable, but she had charted her own course, and she knew she would follow it, for better or worse . . .
Involuntarily, Diane found her thighs closing around Bill's head, trapping his sweating face in the heat of her hungrily dripping pussy, his gray hair tickling her throbbing cuntal flesh. His tongue was like a dynamo, washing and slashing and slavering, teasing the throbbing knob of her clitoris, sucking the tendrils of her inner pussy lips, plunging stiffly Into the burning hot orifice of her vaginal sheath. Her hot steaming cunt walls enveloped his intruding organ as it plunged, contracting, twitching the engorged lips glistening from the dribbles of her secretions.
Bill dug his practiced fingers into her madly thrashing ass-cheeks, his tongue working like a jackhammer, probing, searching, driving into the soft luscious folds, possessed of a mind of its own.
Mindless, uncontrolled lust shook Diane and her upper body was pressed hard and roughly against the wall of the hallway and she ground her pelvis down on his imprisoned face. His tongue and lips and hands became a feverish stampede of lustful, frantic action, licking, biting, sucking as he grovelled greedily in her desperately writhing cunt, all striving in unison to uncap the earth-shaking eruption from her passion tormented body. Her hands tangled in his hair, smashing his blood-flushed face into the boiling cauld-ron of her pussy. Diane's mind was a wandering panorama of obscene pictures, in the forefront of which was the image of her husband and his mistress welded together in a carnal union of breathtaking passion.
Diane's glazed eyes swung over to the steaming, twisting couple. They were careening into a flailing collision of lust-driven fury . . . now accelerating . . . now finally far beyond any human control as their passion finally crested . . .
They were cumming!
Their lewd, hoarse shrieks of release were shatteringly near, and then began to fade as Diane's brain slipped at last utterly away. She was dissolved in a screaming rocket of headlong desire as shudder after shudder convulsed her. She felt the power of her approaching climax building, expanding deep within her womb.
And then, a tremendous hot flash drove through her.
"Unnnnnnngggggg ..." she grunted out loud, her mind dissolving in the intense radiation of pure lust. She bucked forward, her pelvis engulfing Bill's exhausted, moist face. Another blinding wave of heat exploded within her, traveling with gather-ing speed up the thrashing length of her spine.
Her head fell back, her mouth hung open.
"Oh my God! Bill! Bill!!" she shrieked mindlessly, as another wave struck and another, until the mounting Shockwaves seemed to gather into a a continuous thunderclap, converging on her lewdly tumbling body. She opened her mouth again, screaming wildly, oblivious of everything but the insatiable monster of her lust.
Her screams seemed to go on forever, echoing throughout the house rising and falling, dying and rising from the embers of her hoarseness again like a phoenix, the full throated release of her passion buoyantly hurling her about in the momentum of her orgasm like a matchstick bobbing in the wind of a hurricane.
Blissful peacefulness was beginning to descend on her, wiping everything away but the glowing aftermath of her unbeliev-able release.
Reality intruded with crude brutality as the hallway was suddenly flooded with light. The guestroom door swung open, and Roger, Diane's husband was standing there stark naked, glaring furiously at his wife.
Chapter Eight
"Roger! Oh my God! Please, let me explain!" Diane blurted out, her eyes widened in guilt.
"Yes, that's right, bitch. Explain. Go ahead. I'm waiting," her husband hissed back at her, his eyes traveling over the naked plane of her vagina, over her white nylon panties so casually discarded, over the kneeling figure of his stepfather.
Shame and mortification flooded through Diane, crimsoning her downcast face. She was paralyzed with fear, too terrorized even to pull her skirt down over her still lewdly splayed thighs. What good would it do now? And what could she say to explain herself? She couldn't stand it any longer. She hid her face in her hands and started to sob helplessly, her body shaking with the force of her weeping. This was the end of everything! Roger had discovered her with Bill, had discovered that she was spying on him. Fresh sobs convulsed her as she thought of his rage, his fury. He'd leave her for sure now!
Diane cowered piteously as Roger approached her, and she shielded her face with her arm, certain that she was going to strike her. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, and with the other hand, in one swift pull, he tore away her skirt, leaving her hips and thighs stark naked. And with a further exertion, he ripped the buttons of her blouse, tearing it from the shoulders, then tore the blouse away, leaving her totally naked.
"Oh God, please don't, Roger, please ..." she sobbed.
"Shut up, you little whore!" he snapped, his eyes blazing.
Bill had risen to his feet and put a calming hand on Roger's arm. "My good man," he said in a calm voice. "There's no need for violence. We're all civilized people her, I'm sure we can ..."
"Shut up!" Roger snapped, his voice cold and toneless with rage and hatred. "Shut up and do what I say. We're going to have a little party, you and I, and our little friend here is going to be the entertainment." His tight grip was cutting into the soft flesh of Diane's arm as he propelled her before him into the guest-room. "Come on, darling, we don't want to keep the rest of our audience waiting. I'm sure Charlene wouldn't want to miss this show."
"Oh, Roger, no!" Diane sobbed, a new flood of embarrassment washing over her. Oh God, what punishment was he planning for her? Weren't things bad enough already?
"All right, we can begin the show," Roger sneered, "and by Christ, the leading lady had better give a good performance," he added, flinging Diane down on the bed. Charlene got up and went to Roger's side.
Diane lay prostrate, unable to feel anything, conscious only of a desire for the whole perverted thing to be over with. Then she could leave and she would never see these people again.
"Okay, Bill, we're waiting for you! Get ready!"
Bill obligingly began to undress, discarding his clothes until he, too, was stark naked, his prick hanging semi-erect, jutting out with growing interest from a tuft of wiry pubic hair. He'd do what the younger man asked as long as the violence wasn't directed at him. Hell, this is what he'd wanted anyway, and he was past the age of self-consciousness. He didn't care who watched what!
Diane stared up at her husband in disbelief. Was he really expecting them to go through with this travesty? Had he gone insane? Incredulously, Diane saw Bill coming towards her. He couldn't, he wouldn't touch her in front of her husband! Surely, Roger would step for-ward at the last minute and stop him!
"Okay, Bill," Roger's voice rang our. "Spread the lady's legs wide, real wide!"
Diane shrank back onto the bed as Bill approached. Had everyone gone mad? She looked pleadingly from one to the other of her tormentors, but Roger and Bill would not meet her glance. Their eyes were concentrated on that spot between her legs, on her trembling breasts, her twisting legs, and Charlene . . . why, the redhead was calmly lighting a cigarette as if this were the most normal thing in the world to be taking place!
Diane had to stifle a scream as Bill's hands rested on her ankles!
"No, no!" she cried, trying to keep her legs together. But he was too strong for her, and slowly, he forced her thighs apart, revealing the deep pink cleft of her trembling pussy. Shame crept iike a smothering blanket over her as she felt the air rush in on her moist pussy. Oh God, I wish I were dead, her mind sobbed.
"Well, look at that!" Roger sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. "A nice juicy, cunt, all wet and ready! You do good work, Bill. Let's hope you can keep it up!"
Diane wanted to put her hand down to cover her nakedness, but she was afraid of what Roger might do! She knew it would be fatal to cross him now. She could see that he was a little drunk, and in a mood she had never known him in before.
"Now, bitch," her husband spat, "it's your turn! No sense in doing things in dark hallways and behind closed doors.' Let's see you lake that nice big cock that you're so fond of and make it nice, 'cause you don't want a limp prick in that cunt of yours, now do you?"
Diane felt a retch of nausea cramp her stomach. She couldn't believe that this was the man she had married, her husband!
"I'm waiting slut!" he snapped edging closer. "And I'm tired of waiting! I've been waiting all my life while other people have just been going ahead and taking what they wanted when and where. Well, the waiting's over!"
Diane's heart thudded painfully. She was afraid to try and reason with him. That only seemed to incense him. But she just couldn't do as he said! She had to, though. She trembled at the thought of what he would do to her if she refused. He'd kill her! Roger edged closer and Diane made up her mind. She had to comply! There was no way out!
Her hand was shaking as she reached up and tentatively slipped her fingers around Bill's awakening prick. The lewd words seemed to have an exciting effect on the older man and his member was already bobbing out, cleaving the air like a snake. Diane could feel it throbbing under her touch and she sensed that it was growing in dimension as she held it.
"Put more life into it, dear!" Bill commanded, his mouth twisted into a strange smile, and Diane began to move her fingers slowly, hoping to satisfy his demand.
"Tickle his balls, bitch!" Roger ordered, his voice shrill. "Tickle your lover's balls!"
Numbed with mortification and fear, Diane obediently cupped Bill's hairy pendulous balls in her palm and massaged them gently, feeling the roiling sperm as they gathered in the darkness of his testicles. Her body ached from soreness and she thought, she wished, she'd pass out. Faintly, she hoped for a miracle, that her husband would still stop this thing from happening.
"Now, we're ready for the big one! Take it, honey. Take what your lover has got for you!"
Diane forced herself to open her eyes and they dropped to the bulging red protuberance a scant foot away. It was huge and thick and long, much bigger than she'd ever seen it!
"Is it big enough for you? Is it? Is it?" Roger shrieked, his face reddening in his excitement and fury.
"Yes, it is ... " Diane mumbled wearily, sinking back against the pillows. If only it would be over . . .
Bill could hear that Roger's voice was becoming more and more outraged, but what could he do? It was best, he thought, to let the younger man play his anger out, to let him think he was running things, to give his fury its full reign. Every man had to go through this sooner or later . . .
"Kneel down in front of my wife, Bill," Roger's thickened voice rang out again and the stepfather obediently settled himself between Diane's quivering legs.
"Now, slut, this is what you've been waiting for! Take hold of his prick and lead it towards that starving little pussy of yours!"
Diane stopped when she heard her husband's latest demand. It was too much - she had suffered enough. She couldn't do it, couldn't degrade herself further, and in front of Charlene, too ... oh God, please help me! she silently pleaded.
"You heard what I said!" Roger's voice said, livid with rage. It was no use! She had to do it ... !
Fighting back her tears, Diane reached down once more and grasped the rock-hard cock in her hand and slowly began to guide it towards the tiny cringing hole of her pussy. She rested the hard, bulbous head against the delicate petal-shaped opening, her breath quickening with fear. All feeling left Diane. She was suffering the ultimate degradation. And she didn't care. She was beyond any normal emotion. Her body was left to take the punishment while her mind sought refuge in numbness.
There was a terrible moment of silence and then all at once the older man surged forward with brutal strength, crashing through the soft, unresisting barrier of her outer cunt lips, slicing through the tender vaginal sheath like a knife through melted butter.
"Wwaaaarrrrccccchhhhhhhh ..." she sobbed helplessly, her hips thrashing wildly to escape the skewering pain.
"Oh, please, stop! It hurts ... it hurts too much ..." she screamed, but her screams were drowned out by the sound of her husband's delightful laughter.
"That's right," he laughed. "Give the bitch a good fucking!"
Bill's grossly inflated penis was like a cast-iron cudgel splitting her insides, sending shooting pains ricocheting through her. The hard, smooth head rubbed irritatingly against the delicate flesh of her cervix, and she felt that the fragile membrane at the entrance to her body Aould tear from the unnatural stretching. A i last he began to withdraw his lust-hardened cock, grating the inner sheath with its veinous underside, sending painful shudders rippling through Diane's body. The pain obliterated any other feeling and dominated her whole being.
"Oooohhhhhh ..." she wailed again as Bill drove forward with even greater force, raising her pelvis a few inches off the bed as he bore into her with flesh splitting strength. He began to establish an arduous rhythm, forcing her strained vaginal passage to give a little as he began to plow into her.
"Fuck back, you little whore!" Roger screamed, his eyes dancing with lewd perverted excitement. His eyes were riveted on the enormous shaft as it plunged in and out of his wife's aching pussy and he was enjoying the spectacle of her debasing pain. His own cock was standing out like a flagpole goaded into erection by the incredible luridness of the act he had instigated.
He was mesmerized by the straining whiteness of his wife's subjugated body, by the palpitating milkiness of her breasts, the trembling strength of her thighs.
Diane was relieved when the pain finally subsided and Bill's actions took on a regular rhythm. Her body responded in kind, recognizing the familiar action, and she felt some of her degrading feelings easing. It would soon be over . . .
She couldn't believe it when she felt the first tingle of excitement a familiar pinprick of pleasure deep inside her. She wanted to quell it, stamp it out, but she knew she couldn't. Her body was responding as it did on the other occasions when she had been debased and humiliated ... it was responding to a man's penis inside it, and nothing else!
"Oooooohhhh ..." she sighed in-voluntarily as her hips almost unconscious-ly took on a deep sensual churning, a passionate grind of its own, a direct answer to Bill's insistent demands. Flushings of heat were rising up her body, blushing her face, making her mewl with excitement, causing little beads of perspiration to break out on her upper lips. Her hips began to grind upward as Bill plunged downward, and then pressed back against the softness of the bed as he began to withdraw, her interior vaginal sinews milking his blood filled prick with tight possessive little contractions.
Roger ran an excited tongue over his dry lips when he noticed his wife's excitement, her acquiescence to Bill's pile-driving cock. She who was usually so cold was enjoying the fucking her lover was giving her, right in front of him, her own husband! The lewd thought excited him even more. His eyes were glued on the increasing tempo of the fucking pair, darting here and there to catch a glimpse of a bobbing breast, a dipping cock, fleshy cunt lips. He had forgotten about Charlene. He had forgotten everything but the presence of his wife and her lover whose pleasure was becoming obvious to him, and the mounting pressure in his own balls as sent urgent messages to his throbbing prick.
Suddenly, he couldn't take it any longer. His cruel, sadistic trick had backfired - he had engendered an excitement in the two which was getting the better of him also!
Diane was carried away in the wind of her own undeniable excitement. She was being fucked by her father-in-law again, the man who had excited so many wonderful responses in her before, who had initiated her into incredible realms of ecstasy, and this time was no exception. She had momentarily forgotten about her husband's initial part in the action, and was aware only of Bill's body buffeting against her, his thick, lust-hardened prick slamming into her pelvis, his hard hands kneading the flesh of her hips. Then, suddenly, the rhythm which was carrying her along on the road to climax was shattered. A hand was grappling with her hair, making her squirm with excrutiating pain. Her eyes flew open, and she saw a cock, a long, red, throbbing cock a scant inch away from her face!
Her eyes riveted on the burgeoning instrument jutting out proudly from a forest of dark curls ... it was Roger!
"Open your mouth!" he commanded, his voice laden with depraved passion. She continued to stare mesmerized by the lewd instrument until it leaped forward and slipped past her lips in a swift abrupt movement. Surprised, she found the fleshy hardness of it in her mouth ... a strangely agreeable sensation! Timorously, her tongue began to swipe the rod of flesh in her mouth, tasting for the first time the masculine piquancy of her husband's prick. Shivers of strange pleasure rippled her skin. She began to suck gently on the large palpitating organ, caressing it with her lips, nibbling at it with her teeth. Her tongue darted into the tiny slit at the top, stretching it mischievously, and then slipped down to coat the heavy webbed underside with saliva. She was beginning to like sucking her husband's cock . . . while her lover fucked her!
Her hand reached up and cupped the squirming sac of his scrotum, kneading the fermenting balls, cradling them in her warm palm. Roger's hair tightened in her hair, forcing her mouth further down on his throbbing prick until the smooth spongy head was pressing against her larynx, making her cough slightly from the unaccustomed contact.
Roger was driven to frenzy by his wife's hungry sucking on his cock. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her full ovalled lips circling .his rock hard member, and his hands released their frenetic grip on her hair and dropped to knead savagely at the smooth orbs of her breasts.
Bill continued to pump furiously into the gyrating woman, feeling her body jackknifing against him with each demonic stroke of his blood-hard prick. His hands were like eagle's claws on her hips and his body was straining, every muscle taut as whipcord as he pounded mercilessly into her, he and Roger working as a team for the second time that day.
Diane was a fiery furnace of excite-ment and passion. She had never felt like this before. She loved being fucked by Bill while she was sucking her own husband's cock . . . loved the feeling of Roger's prick plunging far back into her throat while Bill's rod plundered her pussy. She was being buffeted by two men, fucked by both at once, and she revelled in the lewd three-way act. She began to suck furiously as she sensed her husband's imminent release. She could feel his body tense, and then she felt the rumble of his white-hot sperm along the tube of his cock, before it spurted in a boiling stream of frothy white nectar into the sanctuary of her throat. She swallowed and gulped as it continued to flow in a thick jet down her burning gullet, and her cheeks hollowed and filled as she strove to keep up with the never-ending shower, her lips tightly convoluted around the pumping cock so as not to lose a precious drop of it.
"Keep sucking . . . keep suckingggg" Roger gasped, trying to drain every last drop into his wife's eager, gulping throat.
Bill stiffened like a bowstring just then and his hoarse, guttural cries sounded out as he began to batter against her like a bulldozer, his heavy pelvis slamming cruelly against her upraised crotch, squirt-ing jet after jet of hot white semen into her hungrily churning belly in a constant river of his pent-up passion.
A feeling of disappointment flickered through her as her husband's penis, at last spent and limp, slipped from her mouth, but just then, her own release was triggered by Bill's frantic pounding into her and she felt herself lifted up in the arms of a giant whirlwind, and spun round and round until she was flying by herself in a never-never land of complete euphoria.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggggggggg!'' she chanted, her body tossing and gyrating like a spinning top, flailing about under Bill's deep hard thrusts into her.
Shriek after shriek flew past her sperm glistening lips as she was caught in the throes of spasm after delicious spasm of indescribably delight each of which carried her far beyond the wildest bounds of what she had experienced before. There was peace, the feeling of complete satiation that followed her mind-boggling orgasm. She had been subjected to everything now and she had come through it. There was nothing that anyone eould do to her that hadn't been done before.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she saw the white, shapely form of Charlene's body coming t6wards her, and she realized suddenly that there were some things she had never experienced . . . things which she wasn't sure she wanted to experience . . . but the smile on the redhead's lips told her that her ordeal was not over yet . . . she still had a ways to go.
Chapter Nine
Charlene was looking intently at Diane, taking in every inch of her soft, slender curves, feeling a redhead's stab of jealousy for the tawny, even complexion of a brunette. Charlene was also taking in the look of abject fear on Diane's face.
"Don't be afraid," Charlene said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Diane looked imploringly from Char-lene, to Bill, to Roger. He'd protect her, wouldn't he? He wouldn't let this woman lay her hands all over her!
"I'm going to make you feel good, Diane, you'll see," Charlene continued, standing over the bed, then reaching down to rest her hand on Diane's shoulder. Then she began to caress the soft flesh of her body, dropping lower still until her hand was covering one of Diane's soft round breasts.
"You see . . . see, darling? Doesn't that feel nice?" Charlene murmured, her hand moving to cup other full white orb in her other hand. Diane's brown berry-like nipples leaped into erection at Charlene's touch and jutted out provocatively against her palm. Now Charlene was embracing the astonished girl, gathering her in her arms, pulling her towards her breasts and then, slowly, Charlene lowered her mouth onto the girl's quivering lips and planted them with soft, passionate kisses. Diane could hear Roger's sharp intake of breath and felt a thrill of horror when she realized that far from wanting to protect her against this perversion, he was actually enjoying the spectacle!
Charlene continued to shower hot little kisses on the surprised girl's lips, neck, throat. Diane was actually surprised to find how pleasant it was to be held by the other woman. She began to have a feeling of appreciation of Charlene's beauty, her softness, her sexiness. She realized she felt a sort of sympathy for the other woman, a mild desire to comfort her as well as be comforted by her.
Roger stared dumbfounded at the two women, their arms entwined around each other. He couldn't believe it. He had been sure they were going to come to blows; instead they were lovingly caressing and kissing each other. Diane had suddenly come to life under Charlene's attentions and was reciprocating with passionate leech-like kisses. Her mouth was closing in on one of Charlene's pink little nipples, enclosing the hard little knob between her full ripe lips, sucking on it deliriously. Charlene was emitting little moans of pleasure as she clung to the brunette, and Roger had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Bill just knowingly smiled down at the incredible sight.
"I could have predicted it ... " he murmured, his eyes widening as he watched his mistress and his step-daughter-in-law melting together in passionate embrace. He looked at Roger, wondering if this was the time to explain a lot of things to him . . . but Roger's full attention was with the girls.
They had slipped back down on the bed, long, tawny body and creamy white on, and the two men watched in disbelief as Diane began to slide along the rumpled sheets, trailing kisses down the length of Charlene's body, coming to rest on the redhaired triangle between her legs.
Diane paused above the red thatch of pubic curls for a moment, and then slowly drew apart the girl's buttery thighs. Her eyes gazed rapidly at the enticing pink slit which appeared before her, crowned by a fiery fleece. She could see the thin hair-feathered outer lips throb slightly, and placing her thumb and forefinger on each soft, tender flange, gently drew apart the fleshy folds, revealing the moist pink glory of her delicious young pussy.
The tiny pink top of her clitoris peeped out from beneath the red curls, and just below it, the small rosebud-like opening of her vagina glist-ened wetly. Diane had never seen a woman so close before. It was all new and strange to her, yet she was driven by she didn't know what instinct. She had forgotten her initial repulsion for the experience; she was enraptured by the sculptured wonder of the girl's soft, yielding body, and she was borne along by an inclination which was getting more clamorous as minutes ticked by.
Slowly, she lowered her face towards the red-haired gateway, and drawing out her tongue, ran it along the full length of the narrow pink aperature. She felt the redhead draw back from the sharp, tingling sensation, but she continued to touch the girl's tender young flesh with her tongue, tentatively licking and swiping with her own sensitive organ. Her long slim fingers were pressing against the tender flesh of the girl's smooth thighs, and she began to grow more familiar with the other woman's perfumed young cunt, sweeping her tongue in long, caressing strokes along its velvety folds, dipping and probing and drawing out the ambrosia of her femininity.
She enclosed the turgid little button of her clitoris in her mouth, fastening it between her teeth, and titillating it with her tongue, making Charlene squirm and moan with ecstatic pleasure. Diane's tongue searched and explored the secret creases and indentations of Charlene's pussy, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down her spine, making her grind the redheaded peak of her body down on the other woman's feverishly licking mouth. She was beginning to mewl incessantly, her whole frame wracked with tiny spasms of pleasure.
Roger just couldn't believe it. The two woman were twisting around on the bed like fish out of water, and Charlene was moaning and singing under his wife's oral love-making. He could feel his own prick beginning to rise again, a new, piercing ache throbbing through it. He was overcome with desire for his wife, and for his mistress, and experienced an acute agony which stemmed from the knowledge that he was excluded. They didn't need him . . . they were sensually aroused without him . . .
He continued to watch astounded as Charlene began to swivel around until her head was reaching down for Diane's loins. Diane, realizing what was happening, languidly spread her thighs and Roger gasped as he saw Charlene's lower her pale oval face between the creamy columns of his wife's legs. Charlene was going to suck his wife's pussy!
Diane moaned into Charlene's steam-ing crotch as she felt the first touch of the girl's cool tongue on her burning vaginal lips. It felt so soft, so soothing, and she sighed, stretching out her legs as Charlene continued to tease her twirling little tongue along the length of her hot pussy, soaking up her free-flowing juices, nibbling the little bud of her rigid clitoris, jabbing experimentally at the clasping hole of her cunt.
Diane never knew that kissing and licking a woman's pussy and being kissed and sucked by a woman in return could be so exciting, and yet so relaxing. Safe, some-how. She felt instinctively that the girl wasn't going to do her any harm, just as she'd said, and she, in turn, wished to give Charlene pleasure, nice, soothing pleasure.
Their bodies were fused together, dark hair against bright red pubic curls, the redhead and the brunette blending in a delicious sinewy streak of smoothly naked female flesh. They licked and sucked 'and slavered in each other's pussies, oblivious of the hard breathing and unabashed gasping of the two men, completely engrossed in watching their rhythmic churning.
The tempo of their movement in-creased, and the bobbing heads became more frantic, and then the men saw that the two bodies became as taut as plumb lines before collapsing in a series of head to toe spasms which culminated in muffled sighs and moans, drowned in the steaming softness of the two twitching cunts.
Diane felt her body rise and fall like a feather floating in a gentle breeze, as Charlene's tongue whipped her into achieving a climax unlike any she had had before. She could feel Charlene's cuntal walls contract tightly around her nose and mouth, almost smothering her, and tugging painfully on her slashing tongue before ejecting a warm mist of softly scented moisture which bathed her face and signalled the girl's simultaneous climax. The mistress and wife clung tremulously to each other, their mutual embraces helping to still the last quivering vestiges of their orgasms.
The girls felt as if they were floating on Cloud Nine, but their peaceful reverie was brought abruptly to an end when Diane felt hands once more curving around her buttocks.
"Wha ..." was all she managed to stammer before she found herself being pulled up on all fours. The hands were kneading the soft pliant flesh of her bottom, caressing and pummelling it in turns. She winced as she felt the unmistakable burning shaft of an engorged penis prodding at her, the hard, mush-rooming head probing obscenely at the tender folds of her pussy half concealed by the flesh of her thighs.
On one side of the bed she could see Bill standing there, his huge, sturdy penis held aloft in his hand like some barbaric weapon, his eyes glinting eerily in the dim bedroom light. It was Roger then who was positioning himself behind her!
A weird shudder ran through her at the thought that it was her husband who was prodding her with his giant weapon, her husband who was poising the rock-head head of his prick at the quivering entrance to her still-tingling vagina. He's going to take me from behind, her mind realized, and then . . .
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh ..." she cried out, unable to stop the shriek from sounding as she felt the first nudging of his pounding cock as it insinuated itself inside her hotly trembling cuntal sheath.
"Nnnnnnngggghhh ..." she conti-nued to moan, as it plowed inexorably on its way separating the yielding membrane of her vaginal passage as it advanced into her depths. With a smack, she felt the dangling weight of his balls slap against the flattened arcs of her backside, and then felt the niggling tickle of the hard round head as it probed the sensitive zone of her womb. Her husband's hands dug into the soft fleshy cheeks of her ass, and pulled them even further back, skewering her even more on his pistoning rod, making her knees rise up from the ground, burying every single inch of his weapon deep up inside his wife's heatedly gripping interior.
He held her there in position for a moment, flexing his prick slightly inside, feeling her internal cunt muscles throb in joyful answer before slipping out again, almost all the way until just the glossy hardness of the hugely pulsing head was still imbedded up in the curl-fringed softness of her tightly clinging little cunt mouth. Then he fucked forward once more, shaking her body violently with the force of his entry, making her breasts jiggle as they hung down from the whiteness of their moorings.
"Aaaaaahhhh . . . mmmmmmm . . . it's good ..." she began to sigh as he commenced to screw in and out of her with long, hard smooth experienced strokes. He was amazed at the expert, new response in his wife's body, and tried not to think of who had been her teacher, just willed himself to enjoy the incredible pleasure that she had to give.
Diane continued to screw her backside back on her husband's oncoming pole of hardened flesh, feeling the spheres of her ass flaring around the wiry tangle of his pubic thatch, feeling the hardness of his pelvis as she swung back against him. For the first time, she was enjoying, really enjoying, fucking and being fucked by her husband, relishing his masculine body more than she had ever done.
Through half-closed eyes, she saw Bill suddenly pounce on the still-prostrate body of Charlene and roughly spread her legs wide. Diane felt a sympathetic wince as she noticed the girl's eyes open wide in initial alarm at the size of the huge male cock prodding at the quivering flesh of her tiny pink vaginal slit. Bill's eyes were bulging with obscene pleasure as he gazed down at the supine body beneath him, not being able to believe that she was lying unprotesting under him. He held his huge palpitating cock there between the splayed thighs for a moment, and then with a bestial grunt, charged forward and sunk it right to the hilt in one savage movement in the astonished young girl's pussy.
"Uuurrrrgggghhhhhh..." she gasped from the harshness of the older man's entrance of her soft body. He hesitated just a moment before withdraw-ing it again almost completely, and immediately he began to fuck in and out of her with fast, hungry strokes. Impatiently, he grasped the girl's slender ankles and forced each one back up over his shoulder revealing the whole naked plane of her trembling little cunt, unprotected before his onslaught.
Diane, enjoying the easy rhythms of her husband's thrusts into her from behind, leaned forward, eager to soothe the troubled girl, whose face wore a distinct look of pain as she bore the savage rapidity of the stepfather's instrokes. She began to kiss the former rival, finding her young lips warm and tender against hers, slipping her tongue past the guardian teeth, encourag-ing Charlene's dormant tongue into a lewd ecstatic dance of joy, whipping up a froth of frenzy as they lashed and swirled and fenced with each other. Her hands reached down and clasped a golden sphere in each, titillating the enticing little buds into erect little knobs which jutted up from the crinkled brown aureoles. Diane continued to kiss and caress her husband's lover while her own lover screwed brutally into her and while she herself was being fucked canine fashion by her own husband!
Diane was thrilled by the lewd implications of the wild four-way act she was involved in. This was even more incredible than she'd ever imagined . . . she had certainly run the gamut of sexual experiences today. Already her mind was jumping ahead to even more exciting adventures, more perverse, more lurid . . more pleasurable.
But right now, her body was afire with unbelievable flames of passion. Her hus-band's pelvic thrusts grew more and more frantic and her own churning was more frenetic as her wet ass-cheeks slapped against her husband's pelvis and his hot pounding prick tore into her with the energy of an electric drill. And the soft touch of Charlene's lips under hers and the delicious feel of her breasts in her hands added a hundred-fold to her pleasure as all four raced each other in a wild free-for all for the biggest prize of all. And it was Diane who won! She was the first to cum, and her body twisted and jerked out of control, throwing her into the hands of an earth-shattering climax which shoo': her like a volcano, sending molten lava flying over her flesh, electrifying her into new, incredible spasms of wild, passionate pleasure.
"Oh God ... I'm there ..." she sobbed out, as she tossed and writhed like a captured snake, desperately trying to milk her husband of his life-giving nectar for which her tortured sheath cried out. And she succeeded.
"Oh Christ Diane . . . fuck back . . . fuck back . . . because I'm . . . I'm . . . Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!!!" And he was battering against her like a mad bull, his huge enraged prick ejaculating with the strength of a fire extinguisher, scalding her hotly flaring cunt passage with wildly spewing jets of hot white fluid which shot far up into her voraciously accepting womb. Her feverishly working pussy walls greedily drank in all of the warm offering, begging for more, trying to squeeze every last drop from the exhausted prick. From the back of her mind, she was aware of Charlene and Bill cumming simultaneous-ly, their cries, hoarse and untamed, as they fucked and pounded against each other in a wild mutual demand for release.
All four collapsed together in a wanton, abandoned heap, arms and legs all akimbo. Diane was utterly exhausted, feeling certain she would never again have the strength to fuck again, but Bill and Charlene and her husband all united and proved how wrong she was.
Bill was the first to stir, saying that he thought it was time to get the camera and take a new family portrait. He said he had some other albums that he wanted his stepson and daughter-in-law to see. And the foursome carried on that way, right through the night and into the morning, and Roger and Diane felt they understood for the first time Roger's mother's strange Mona Lisa smile that seemed to bless their union from its portrait on the wall.
