He darted his tongue with consistent rapidity, constantly thrusting it in and out, and deeper and deeper, his face buried between the lovely crack in her asscheeks.
As the spirited movements continued unabatedly, he began pinching her asscheeks harder than ever. His fingers slid with determination around her buttocks. She knew he was thrilling from the touch of her smooth, passionate, firm warm skin. It felt good to have his fingers gripping her ass, as it provided an extra dimension of satisfaction for her while he kept up the spirited ass sucking.
Soon, Melody's arms trembled and her clit jerked controllably. Her pussy was promising still another climax and she longed for her brother's long, hard dick.
"Give me your cock, please, give it to me," she pleaded. "I need it up my tight asshole. Please shove it into me. All the way!"
Teasingly, he continued to rim her ass with his tongue for several seconds which seemed like hours to Melody. Her juices were gathering again and she wanted to feel the fullness of his stiff prick deep inside her buttocks.
Finally, he withdrew his tongue and immediately, Melody felt its replacement. The huge, smooth head of his penis was firmly pushing at her anus opening and she relaxed to make it easier for him. His hands tightened on her asscheeks and then he plunged forward, ramming his blood-gorged member deep into her asshole. She cried out in joy as his length filled her hole and she started to slowly grind her hips in response, her pussy gliding again over Susan's still-wet and warm nest.
CHAPTER ONE
She stirred beneath the cozy sheets, grasping sleep, hopelessly trying to block the incessant ringing of the bedside telephone. She fought for the peaceful quiet of needed sleep only to slowly lose the battle. Like a nagging alarm clock, the sound of the phone droning shattered her unconsciousness.
She was awake.
With the abruptness of a nightmare choking sleep, the ringing phone plunged her into consciousness. She slammed her fist into the satin sheets and cursed.
Her eyes blinked against the bright summer Paris sun as it drenched the hotel room through thin, frilly curtains. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she glared at the intruding telephone, her anger boiling. Then, as full consciousness swept her body, the anger slowly subsided. Gradually, she became aware of the pleasant, satisfied throbbing in her crotch. Involuntarily, her hands moved over her tender pussy and she smiled. Her mind rolled back over her pleasing experience of the night before. But the phone stopped further happy thoughts with its unrelenting ringing.
"Yes?" she said with a heavy sigh into the receiver.
"This is your uncle calling, dear," the caller said in a crisp, precise New England accent, obviously coming from a great distance as evident by the roar emitting through the phone. "There's been a death in the family."
Her senses became alert and keen. Instantly, she sat up in bed, straining to hear over the bad connection.
"Sorry to hear it. Anyone close?" she asked.
"Terribly close," the distant male voice said.
"A sympathy card won't do?"
"No, dear. The family feels you should come home."
"When?"
"Immediately."
There was a distinct click and the line went dead, silencing the roar and leaving only the thundering impact of the words that had just come to her from thousands of miles away.
Melody Mason replaced the silent receiver on its cradle and rested her head back on the cushiony pillows. She should start packing, she knew. But, in spite of herself, her mind returned to the pleasing ache in her genitals and she decided to allow herself the luxury of a few minutes of joyful remembering.
Two tension-filled months in Paris had finally culminated last night. Her assignment had ended in a cluttered alley behind a sleazy Paris bar when she and her contact had cut the throat of the enemy operative and successfully planted a turned agent into position.
Relieved and satisfied that the assignment was completed, Melody had celebrated royally with Sandusky, her Paris contact. During the two-month assignment, it had been all work and concentration between them. During the final days however, she recalled, they could sense in each other a building eruption ready to explode. It was as if they were marking time, counting off the hours until their work would be finished and they could lunge into each other with frantic passion and pent-up desire. And, when the time did come, they were prepared.
Again, she fondled the next-morning evidence of their wild celebration. Her cunt throbbed with increased intensity under her soft stroking as her mind replayed the previous night's activities. A smile spread slowly across her beautiful face as she closed her eyes and remembered.
She and Sandusky had dined lavishly at a famed four-star Paris restaurant, far from their working grounds. They had spent a leisurely two hours savoring the finest French dishes, eyeing each other across the table more and more hungrily as the minutes passed and their appetites gradually transformed from the food into human passion.
When the waiter cleared the debris of the sixth course, they had agreed to forego earlier plans of visiting a fashionable night club in favor of the plush surroundings of the current hotel suite in which Melody now stretched among the satin sheets and thought back.
They didn't bother to order champagne. They were beyond the primed stage. All that was left was the hungry attack of their bodies against each other. Wordlessly, they had stripped each other upon entering the suite, then stood apart, staring over the nakedness of each other.
She remembered how delightfully the sight of his nudity had swept over her. His lean, hard body seemed to gleam in the darkened room. Her eyes traced his broad shoulders and muscled stomach. But her vision riveted on the center of her desire. For seemingly long seconds, she stared longingly at his stiff prick, standing straight out from the curly brown pubic hair. Thick and massive, his blood-gorged pole pointed directly at her like an arrow. Her pussy actually twitched at the sight and her juices began to flow. She had the unstoppable urge to reach out and caress the huge cock aiming at her and gently cup his balls. She stepped forward, unable and unwilling to pull her vision away from his manhood. Gingerly she wrapped her small hands around his cock and as she felt his warmth, she heard a groan of pleasure escape his mouth. Slowly, she eased a hand below his shaft to his nuts. With probing fingers, she teased his bag, while her other hand gently rubbed his bulging cock head.
Her expert manipulations caused a series of involuntary shutters to jar throughout his body and more moans to breath through his parted lips. He reached out and placed his hands over her large, firm tits.
She sighed and moaned as her hardened nipples grew beneath his touch. Her knees felt like rubber and she actually felt slightly faint as he handled her tits with alternating light and firm squeezes. She increased her hand manipulations of his cock and balls, still marveling at the sight of them in her hands.
Finally, she stepped closer until her body touched his. Her already wet pussy brushed against his stiff dick and she nearly screamed from the sensation.
It was not time for talking. They were both professionals and suffered no illusions of love. They didn't need wasted time with meaningless endearments. They knew what they were experiencing was pure, basic lust and their bodies needed the release. They were attracted to each other, but there was never any mistaking the reasons for their mutual attraction. They desired each other biologically. There was no mystical chemistry brewing mysteriously deep below the surface of their mutual lust. ;
His thick, long pole thrilled her. She hadn't had any cock during the two months of the assignment and now, she was about to climb the walls for a good, hard fuck. Her cunt had been longing too many days for a good, hard dick to slam into her and make her quiver and then explode her hot juices. Sandusky was nice to look at and his equipment, she was discovering, was more than adequate for her purpose. His dick was, she decided, a work of beauty. As his hardness struck through the folds of her bristled pussy hair, she began to feel the waves of juice cascade from deep inside her cunt, washing her pussy walls, eager for the welcomed intrusion of his pumping prick.
From the sounds of his breathing, she knew he too was amply prepared and eager to bang his cock deep into her cunt. But, Melody knew men. It was one of her many talents and assets. By knowing men, she knew cocks and she knew how best to handle them in every situation. Now, in this particular situation, she knew postponing the ultimate fucking would only serve to further the sensation and increase the intensity of his eventual climax, thus increasing her own climax and enjoyment to the very limit.
She avoided the strong temptation to fall back on the floor and spread her long legs wide and accept his big cock. Instead, she went to her knees and maintained her hand on his balls while replacing her other hand on his cock with her warm, wet mouth. His cock jumped inside her mouth as her lips parted and circled around his stiffness. With one huge gulp, her mouth enclosed the entire length and fullness of his dick as her tongue worked expertly, flicking the length of the underside of his dong. The sensitive skin, pulled tight along the underside ridge of his cock, seemed to emit sparks from the licking motion of her tongue as she worked her tongue to the very base of his prick. His balls drew up inside within her as she continued to fondle them. She gradually increased the suction on his cock as his panting moans of delight grew into screams of pleasure.
She could have stopped it if she had wanted that to happen. But, she knew, he was too horny. If she didn't bring him to thundering climax now, later, when she was near crucial climax herself, he would never last and spill his come too quickly. She never worried whether or not a man was a one shot artist. She was confident she could make any man come repeatedly in one night, almost at will if she so desired. And, now with Sandusky, being young and conditioned, she clearly knew she would have no trouble bringing him to full, proud dick-hard readiness to satisfy her hungry pussy, time after time.
With this in mind, she refused to stop her sucking on his prick or her fingering of his balls. As an added bonus, just as she knew his come was building at the base of his cock for a rushing release, she slipped her hand from his nuts and drove a finger hard and deep into his tight asshole.
At that moment, he screamed and his body jerked forward with a violent thrust. Every muscle in his body flexed and his hands dug into her hair, penetrating to her skull as he pressed her face roughly against his cock and holding it firmly in place. His come shot into her mouth in mighty gushes, coating her throat. The thick, hot fluid sprang against her throat with enough force to certainly gag a novice, but Melody had been prepared for the onslaught. Rapidly, she swallowed, working her throat furiously to dispose of wad after wad of his come, making room in her mouth for that which followed.
And follow it did. Unendingly, his come spurted deep into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep the head of his dick from slapping against the back of her mouth, but she managed to hold off his violent thrust. As his cock slowly seeped final blasts of come, he began to grind his hips, rotating his ass around her finger which was still buried deep inside him.
Then, suddenly, his come started erupting once again. Coming in waves, her finger-fucking of his ass had caused him to climax again and her mouth, still imprisoning his hard cock, provided a perfect receptacle for his second massive release of the young evening.
His body slumped heavily against her. She swallowed the last of his thick come as he fought to regain his breath. She managed to climb to her feet, licking the last remaining evidence of his come from her soft lips. He stared into her face with weary, satisfied eyes, a slow smile creeping over his perspiring face.
"You are a fantastic package," he breathed huskily.
"I know," she stated. "I'm anxious to see how fantastic you are."
He chuckled and shook his head. "After a drink."
"Drink's ass, sugar. You've got some catching up to do."
She grabbed his prick and turned toward the bedroom.
"Baby, it's not a handle. Treat him nice," he pleaded.
"He's had the best treatment," she snapped. "It's my party now."
Melody was not a young lady to be denied. She had matters well in hand as she led him to the huge bed. She crawled across the massive mattress and centered herself comfortably on her back. He stood gapingly beside the bed, staring at her lovely nakedness, savoring the luscious sight of her silky body. Her legs spread wide, leaving her pretty pussy open and inviting.
"Seeing may be believing, lover, but action makes it count. Happy eating."
He didn't need additional prodding. He eased onto the bed and drew his lips to the softness of her inner thighs. He pecked a series of sensuous kisses along the inner delights of each thigh, then licked his tongue slightly across her damp pussy. An electric shiver shook her body as his tongue returned to the seat of her pleasure. With delicate fingers, he spread her sensitive cunt lips, baring the pink bud of her wet clit. With skillful control, his lips encased the precious clit and caressed it lovingly. She moaned and elevated her hips slightly, offering him added ease in performing the operation. He sucked and licked her clit, then bit down just hard enough on the tender bud.
Her legs clamped around his head like a vise, imprisoning him in a silky flesh cell. Her body rotated, her hips grinding uncontrollably and he responded to her rising desire by darting his stiffened tongue through the folds of her cunt. Again and again, his tongue knifed into her and she panted with each thrust. Her hands found the back of his head and pushed him violently, suffocatingly into her pussy. His tongue was like a pile-driving cock as it hammered away deep inside her cunt, forcing her copulating grind into a feverish pace.
Her moans grew into shouts of joy as her body jerked sharply. Her legs still locked around his head and without effort, she twisted, taking him with her, until she had turned him on his back and she was on top. His face was glued to her cunt and, without missing a stroke of his tongue, she slowly eased herself up into a sitting position. Carefully, she loosened her leg hold on his head and spread her legs out across the bed. She ground her pussy fully down into his face, dropping her full weight on him.
The tide of her climax was building rapidly as he kicked and squirmed beneath her, fighting for breath. Driven and without conscious awareness of his plight, she continued twisting her body weight down on him, rubbing her pussy roughly over his face, encasing his tongue and teeth. Her shouts and screams drowned any verbal protesting he was able to make under her.
Then, her body thundered and the juices gushed from deep inside her cunt, cascading and drenching her cunt and flowing over his face. She screamed with joy one final, long bellow as her body tensed and stilled. The momentary stillness passed quickly. Her body rocked in mad zeal repeatedly and her juice pelted out of her pussy. Her body contorted and her head swam with dizziness. And, finally, her climax subsided and she weakened.
Only then was he able to free himself from her bond. He jerked from under her, gasping for air, heaving violently as she rested on the far side of the bed.
"You bitch," he spat, minutes later. "You damn near killed me!"
Without answering, she reached across the bed and fondled his limp prick with gentle caresses. Her thumb and forefinger expertly massaged the purplish head of his cock. She turned toward him and brought her other hand into play. Gently, she scraped her fingernails across his drained balls, slowly setting off sparks through his spine. Soon, to his amazement, his tool was responding to her manipulations. Inch by inch, his cock grew. It inflated like a balloon until it was standing rigid and proud.
He glanced into her face and saw her knowing, assured smile looking back at him.
"You could be bad for a guy's health," he said.
"But what a way to go. Right?"
He leaned forward and took one of her huge tits into his mouth. Her nipple responded instantly to the warmth of his mouth and grew pert and rubbery. She hugged him to her and w-edged a thigh between his legs as she moved her hands from his dick and nuts. The softness of her leg nestled against his restored genitals caused a renewed desire to sweep his body. He pulled himself up over her and tried to slam his cock into her waiting pussy. But, anticipating his impatient urge, she teasingly restricted her cunt and dodged his aiming prick.
Two or three frustrating attempts failed before she suddenly relaxed her cunt and jerked her hips upward. Her pussy swallowed his eager prick like a shark engulfing a smaller fish. She began slowly rotating her hips as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her dripping cunt. When he had implanted his staff full-length inside her, he pulled back until the tiniest tip of his cock head remained inside her pussy. Then, with a mighty lunge, he crammed his rod to the hilt back into her cunt. She responded with swinging hips, driving her snatch up to meet him and to wait as he repeated the exercise.
Countless times, he drove in and pulled out, gradually increasing the tempo of their fucking. As they worked up speed and their mutual moans and panting shrilled in intensity, their hands busily explored each other, probing and fingering.
Like racehorses, their bodies slammed faster and faster into each other. The bed rocked under their weight and still they rammed at each other wildly. Her cunt met every thrust of his blood-gorged cock and their pelvic bones crashed unbuffered together with delightful pain.
The pace soon became uncontrollably frantic. They thrashed on the bed until she felt him shudder and knew he was spurting his come into her.
"Keep fucking me!" she screamed, pounding back at him as his cock shot come. She jerked her legs together around his back, holding him in place, propped up and she hammered into him.
His body went limp, almost lifeless, but still she slammed her body up against his cock, again and again, using him far beyond his capacity or endurance. His cock was drained and useless and rapidly shrinking, but still she fucked at it, determined to have it bring her to another climax.
Finally, she succeeded. Her pussy twitched and her come juices rolled from deep inside her. She screamed and contorted around his body until the end.
He lay deathly still in a tired heap as she regained her breath and relaxed under the steady throb of her pussy. She felt satisfied and good. It was the perfect ending to a successful operation.
Street noise beyond the hotel was intensifying and the sunlight drenching the suite was brighter with a definite warmth settling over the room. She stirred on the bed, silently cursing the daytime intrusions of her thoughts of the night before. Regretably, she moved her hands from the wetness of her cunt and convinced herself she had no more time to finger-fuck herself and remember the pleasant recent past.
The ominous phone call came back to her. It was definitely time now to get packed. She had a plane to catch and another assignment waiting.
As she packed, she wondered again if things wouldn't be less exasperating if she was like most other women, instead of a special agent. Married and living in the suburbs, she reminded herself, would mean she could stay in bed all morning and finger-fuck herself any time she wanted. Then, like always, she reminded herself of the primary advantage of her job. There was never a shortage of different, horny cock waiting for her. And that was something most housewives could only dream about as they finger-fucked themselves in bed every morning.
She left the Paris hotel twenty minutes later. She hailed a cab and headed for the airport. Her ticket would be waiting.
It would be good to get home again, regardless of the assignment, she told herself as she curiously wondered about her next operation.
The plane took off without incident. Melody slept peacefully all the way.
"We are preparing for our descent."
Melody awoke right on schedule. It was going to be good to be back in the States.
CHAPTER TWO
Simon Whitley was waiting for her at Kennedy Airport. Melody spotted him easily as she moved through the custom's line. He was all smiles, which could mean anything. Melody had her pick. Maybe the smile meant he was simply glad to see her.
No. She told herself quickly that nothing was ever simple with Simon. He was a complex man with a complex job involving complex assignments. A man whose life was tangled with so many complexities that he could never enjoy anything simple. So, Melody discounted her initial guess and decided his beaming smile was a congratulatory gesture on her Paris assignment or, quite possibly, a sadistic mask hiding the details of her next assignment. Either guess would certainly fit Simon's erratic personality, she reminded herself.
"Pleasant trip?" he asked crisply when the customs officials finally completed their search of her belongings and she joined him beyond the glass wall.
"Pleasant, but rushed," she replied, slipping her arm around his waist as he returned the embrace.
Professionally, Melody played her part in their cover. Whenever she and Whitley met publicly, their standing cover dictated that they be husband and wife and pose as such in whatever the proper situation demanded. Being at an airport, he was playing the part of the husband greeting the traveling bride and happily carting her off to the pleasures of martial bliss.
They loved their game very much.
Melody glanced sidelong at her companion as they strolled through the airport terminal. He seemed to age radically more each time she saw him. Must be the pressure of his job, she reasoned with detached, professional observation. Simon Whitley was her immediate superior in the agency and through him, ususally, she received her assignments.
"Give me a hint," she whispered, brushing her lips sensuously against his earlobe. "What's up?"
"Cut your lovely eyes discreetly towards my crotch and you'll see what's up," he whispered back with an easy smile.
"Horny old man," she chided. "You know what I mean."
"Horny old men have staying power, baby," he retorted, avoiding her question.
"If their hearts can take the strain," she teased. "Now, to business, dear. What is it?"
His face turned grim for a second, then brightened again as they strolled into the New York night and headed for his car. "Later. Let's get to the car."
They rode in silence for several blocks, the massive Kennedy Airport slowly disappearing behind them. Melody marveled again at the look of America after being away for a time. Every time she returned home after a lengthy assignment abroad, the first few minutes back in the States always thrilled her. There was an excitement to her home country that she never missed when she returned. It was an excitement she never experienced in any other country. Invariably, after a new, even romantic place lost its novelty during the first few days of her stay, she always longed for home and the glitter and excitement. Maybe it was the freshness or the newness that attracted her. At any rate, America struck her as fresh and new. She could see and feel the freshness.
"It's good to be home," she said, peering through the car window at the huge buildings and bustling crowds along the sidewalks. The endless rows of shops and cafes illuminated the night with bright show windows and flashing signs.
When he didn't comment, she turned to him and studied his face. It was grim again. He nodded.
"Come on," she said brightly. "You don't have to be so damn dramatic. I've had tough ones before. Breaking them to me never bugged you before; so why now? What's so special about this one?"
He met her eyes, then slowly dropped his stare over the length of her young, shapely body. Her dress casually riding high, revealing much of her thighs. Her tight-fitting blouse did little to hide the intoxicating swell of her tits nor did the sheer material obstruct the unmistakable point of her braless nipples.
"You can have a better look later, Simon," she said sarcastically. "Just tell me about the damn assignment."
"I was hoping I could put it off," he said, staring back at the traffic.
Melody felt a twinge of fear creep along her spine. In her four years with the agency assignments had always been given curtly with the ever-present lift of objective optimism and reassure the agent that caution for his or her safety had been prepared for. But now, Simon was acting very queer about spelling out her next instructions. It had to be something extremely difficult if not actually suicidal. She decided to press the question. She wasn't enjoying the fearful anticipation of bad news.
"Goddam you, Simon!" she charged bluntly. "Do I have to pull it out of you? What do have to tell me?"
"Okay. You have to know sooner or later. It might as well be now." Simon placed a cigarette in his mouth and slowly went through the ritual of lighting it. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and finally spoke, staring straight ahead through the windshield. "Your current assignment, Melody is a domestic chore."
"That's perfect," she said with a breath of relief. "Why all the suspense?"
"I'm not finished," he reprimanded harshly, causing the fear and dread to attack her again. His tone was startling. "Your brother has been channeling information to the opposition for the last ten months. He has been using his position with the Company to secure information about us and pass it on to the enemy.
"What about the Paris assignment?" Melody demanded, blood rushing through her body in anger. They had to be wrong about Roger. She knew Roger better than anyone. He was her brother! He would never leak information to the enemy. Not Roger. What was Simon trying to do? She was becoming more and more furious by the second.
"You were set up all the way in Paris. Enemy agents knew your every move."
"Then why did they let us succeed?" She shot the question rapidly.
"You didn't succeed."
"What are you talking about?" she raged. "Sandusky has planted our agent."
"He planted an enemy agent who he thought was our man. It was the enemy's man he planted." Simon paused to inhale his cigarette. "Sandusky was found by the Paris police thirty minutes after he left your hotel room last night in an alley. His tongue had been cut out and he had been shot in the head."
"That's impossible!"
"I'm sorry, Melody. It's true."
"Then Paris was all for nothing?"
"No. Not really. We had to make sure and Paris did that much for us. We were willing to chalk other strange happenings up to bad luck or weird coincidents. But Paris proved our suspicions. Roger is the leak. He has turned, Melody."
"No! How do you know it's Roger? Why not someone else?"
"We baited him with certain information concerning your Paris assignment. Some fabrication and some truth. It was all passed, word for word. We trapped him."
"It's a mistake," she said weakly. "It must be."
"No mistake, Melody. Roger is the leak. Your assignment is to discover who in the enemy camp he reports to and to terminate both the contact and Roger."
Simon's words hit her like a rifle shot. She sat stunned, plastered to the car seat, hearing his words, but not accepting their meaning. Surely she was living a nightmare. It had to be a bad dream. Not Roger! Her brother could not be the leak and she could not have just been ordered to kill him. No!
"I know it sounds heartless, Melody, but it's not as cruel as it seems. You are probably the only person Roger trusts. We feel you will be more likely to get the true identity of his contact out of him. He won't suspect you."
"Eat shit, you fucking low-life bastard," she hissed. "Fuck you and the goddamn agency! You think you can order me to kill my kid brother and I'll run out and put a bullet in his head! You are more sick than...." Her words were interrupted by wretching she could no longer suppress. She heaved repeatedly, ducking her head between her knees just as she vomited. Unflustered, Simon continued to drive.
"Feel better?" Simon asked minutes later as he parked in an underground apartment car lot.
She stared ahead not bothering to answer his question. The stench of her vomit filled the car's interior, but her mind was far from the uncomfortable odor and the car.
"We aniticipated your response, Melody. I must say, it isn't a pleasant thing to instruct a sister to kill her brother. I think you know it is not a common thing to do. I swear to you I wish the circumstances could be different, but we can't argue the facts. Roger is working for the enemy and he must be dealt with like any other turned agent. Believe me, if there was any way to have someone else do the job, you would never have been told. It just happens that to carry out the assignment properly, it has to be you. Again, I'm sorry." Melody faced him slowly with stunned eyes. "I'll never kill Roger. You have to be mad to suggest it."
"Your natural resistance was also expected, Melody. You will do the assignment or you will be terminated as well."
She laughed viciously. "You think I care, Simon. You dumb shit! You might as well kill me now! Because if you don't, I'm going to Roger, but not to kill him. I'm going to protect him. I'll get him out of the country, hide him. I'll do something, anything but you'll never kill him unless you kill me first."
"Roger's wife is six months pregnant, Melody. Do I have to spell out the rest?"
"What are you saying?"
"Roger can't live, Melody. But that's no reason his child can't be born and grow up. Wouldn't you like to see that?"
"You rotten shithead...."
"Do the assignment, Melody or you will all die. It's that simple. You will be killing Roger's unborn baby. Do you want that responsibility?"
"Just shut the fuck up!" she screamed, jerking open the car door and running through the parking garage.
Inside the agency's safe apartment in midtown Manhattan, Melody ripped off her clothes and stood under the shower, letting the water wash off the vile sickness that seemed to coat her skin. She was aware of Simon's presence in the apartment but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Roger.
She had raised him. Their parents had been killed when she was eighteen. Roger had been fifteen. They stayed together and had become inseparable and devoted to one another. She worked while he finished high school, then he worked while she began college.
It was during her freshman year that she had been approached by a representative of the agency to gather information concerning some local campus radicals and their planned violent demonstrations. At the time, she had been balling one of the radical leaders and the agency representative, a math professor, had convinced her that her government would greatly appreciate and pay for useful information regarding the then current campus revolution.
From assignment to assignment with the agency, the money got better and better. Soon Melody could afford to send Roger to college, then landed him a well-paying administrative position with the agency. And now, the agency wanted her to kill him or they would kill all of them, even Roger's unborn infant.
Recalling the assignment almost sickened her again. She pushed the thought from her mind and concentrated on the pleasant days with Roger. Those few years after the death of their parents had been hard, but easily the best and happiest years she and Roger had lived. There was not time for normal young adult activities. When Roger was in high school, Melody was working to keep their parents' house and to keep them both in food and clothes. They had only each other.
So, it wasn't surprising that they would become more intimate than most brothers and sisters. It wasn't so strange, Melody reassured herself. She was beautiful and Roger was deliciously attractive. Even now, Melody sometimes felt sparks of jealousy when she thought of Roger's wife.
He was strongly built and had a healthy head of blond hair and alert blue eyes which shone with part mischief and innocence. She continued to picture him in her mind and experienced the familiar churning in her stomach. Her hand absently brushed between her legs and she felt the wetness there which wasn't caused by the shower water. She pictured his dick in her mind and nearly swooned under the pelting spray from the shower nozzle. He had the most beautiful cock of any man she had ever known. There was a boyish quality to it that thrilled her. Maybe, she told herself, she saw him that way because she had watched his cock mature through the years. But still, it looked basically the same to her. It had gotten bigger with the years and the addition of blond pubic hair had altered the appearance slightly and his balls had ballooned, but his prick was still tapered perfectly. It was still the most beautiful cock she had ever seen.
"Melody, you better come on out," Simon said, cutting through her pleasant thoughts and jarring her back into the terrible present. "I have to brief you."
"Go fuck yourself," she shouted back."
"I have to report to Father tonight, Melody. He'll want to know your reaction to the assignment. I hope for your sake and the sake of Roger's baby, I can tell him how professionally you took the news."
She shut her eyes, choking off tears and bottling the frustration and hatred she felt. She took a deep breath and turned off the shower water. Without bothering to dry herself, she strolled from the bathroom into the apartment bedroom and stood before Simon. Water dripped slowly from her naked body as she watched him stare gapingly at the sight of her.
"Is this professional enough for you and Father?"
"Look, Melody, I hated like hell to be the one to tell you, but...."
"No need to apologize for doing your job, Simon," she said sweetly, approaching him. "We have to do our jobs to save the Republic. Right?"
She stood inches from him and softly embraced him, planting her wet body squarely against him.
"Why don't you drop to your knees, Simon lover, and welcome me home."
Simon hesitated, peering into her eyes. It was no doubt she had turned him on. Melody could feel his growing erection against her thigh. With a provocative caress of her leg, she nudged his growing dick as it strained against the thin material of his slacks. His indecision thrilled her as she studied his reaction to her open seduction. Simon was hungry for her. It was obvious. But he didn't know whether to accept her invitation. The news of the assignment must have had an effect, but he couldn't gauge how much. His confusion delighted her. Simon, the professional agent, was baffled. Her body never failed her. She jabbed her leg between his legs and rubbed vigorously as he openly moaned with a desirous gasp.
"What's the matter, Simon," she teased. "You like me. You always have. Why are you being so bashful now?"
"Melody," he stammered. "This isn't part of your assignment. You realize that, don't you?
Please don't think you have to do this."
"Simon, baby, that is one thing I'm absolutely sure about. What's your problem? I'm offering you the opportunity to stick your tongue into my pussy. What's stopping you?"
"Nothing," he rasped, his voice coated with desire.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed him down firmly. He sank to his knees until he was eye level with her lovely, hairy cunt. She spread her legs and lifted her hands to the back of his head.
"Eat me good, Simon," she said as she guided his face toward her crack. "Show me how much you want me to succeed with the new assignment. Make it worth it for me. Don't fail me, so I won't fail you."
His tongue attacked her pussy viciously, hungrily. She managed to stifle the sudden pleasure she felt flowing over her being. She didn't want him to know how much she enjoyed his work.
"Tongue fuck me, Simon. Do it good. I know you can do it better than anyone else. Eat my pussy good and I'll turn around and you can perform your speciality. It's what you're really good at. You have no peers in the art of licking ass. I want you to lick my asshole. Then you can go back to Father and report that you've done your job well."
Briefly, he stopped his sucking on her cunt as she spoke, but she immediately pressed on his head, driving his face deep against her pussy. She spread her legs even wider and bent her knees slightly. She had pushed him against her so that she was actually sitting on his mouth. She savored the delights of his tongue and mouth planted squarely against her cunt lips and the joys of his thrusting tonuge, darting vigorously in and out of her wet, slick cunt. Fighting all instinct and urge, she remained stiff and unmoving. Sensation flooded her body but she was determined to keep her true feelings from Simon.
She wanted to humiliate him and use him, at least partially, like he and the goddamn Father were using her. It was the only way she knew of getting even. It didn't mean much, she realized, but at least it would provide some satisfaction of her. What she was making Simon endure was small payment for what she was expected to give in return. She blocked that knowledge from her mind, determined to make the most of the moment.
"It turns you on to think about eating my ass, doesn't it Simon? Is that what the secret file on you reveals? I can read it now. Your File Six. Top secret, sure, but I can read it like a goddamn book because I can read you. Want me to tell you what it says? Oh, don't bother answering. I'm sure you do. I don't want to pull you away from your work. You like to suck assholes, right? That's what your File Six says, Simon. Male or female, it doesn't matter, Simon. You just like assholes. You can either fuck them or suck them. It's your gift. I can't wait to see if you are as good as everyone else must think you are. I'll see in another minute or two. I must admit though, Simon, you aren't the best pussy eater in town. I could pick up that phone right now and have the cutest little black girl here in half an hour, right where you are, eating my cunt. You could learn something from her, Simon. Believe me. She could teach you a thing or two. But, I'm sure you could teach her about eating assholes. Am I right, Simon?"
Simon didn't dare pull away from her cunt. Her hands maintained a rigid grip on his skull as he continued to busy himself tonguing and sucking her juicy pussy.
In spite of herself, she could feel the juices beginning to flow from her cunt. She shut her mind off to what Simon was doing with his mouth and tongue and fought mightily to withhold the ultimate orgasm that he was about to accomplish. She shut her eyes tight and forced her mind to recall the assignment she had jsut been ordered to undertake. She thought of her brother, but all that came to mind was a mental picture of his lovely cock and it intensified the carnal feeling now crashing through her body. She tried to think of Roger's wife and unborn child in the hope that would stave off her eruption. But she was too late. Simon had driven her over the edge. Involuntarily, her body twitched and jerked violently. Her legs clamped around his head, slamming and wedging his head tighter against her suffocatingly. Her knees gave way and she collapsed to the floor, burying Simon's head beneath her. She couldn't stall her desires any longer. She gave in and ground her pussy roughly over his trapped face. She screamed a low, long groan of pleasure as her grinding increased and her full weight rested heavily over his face.
Seconds passed before she became aware of his thrashing on the floor beneath her. She smiled, enjoying the last moments of her climax at his expense, knowing she was suffocating him. She pressed her weight hard against him and laughed.
"That was a good start, Simon," she said, watching his thrashing legs kick against the carpeted floor with urgent, frantic jabs. His hands had found her waist and he was attempting to throw her off his face. She sat firmly in place and continued to speak mockingly. "Your job is still only half finished, Simon. You still have to show me how much you want me to cooperate. Did you think you could order me to kill my own brother and all it would cost you would be a few female tears of grief? Simon, I'm surprised at both you and Father. After all, he didn't come along. He sent you on this mission. And, do you know why? Because he knew there would be a payoff and he didn't want to suffer through it. He sent you instead because, even if I accidentally killed you, he knew you were expendable and it wouldn't be that great a loss to the agency or the Republic. How does that make you feel?"
The tears, in spite of her efforts, were now streaming down her lovely cheeks and her voice was shaking with emotion. It was no use kidding herself any longer. She couldn't escape the reality of the assignment. It was impossible to remain professional about being ordered to kill her younger brother. Especially a brother she loved in so many ways. Roger was lover and husband as well as a brother and she could not block that emotion from her mind.
Abruptly, she stood, releasing Simon from his cunt bondage. He gasped for air and remained on the floor long after his recuperation, glaring at her with hard, mean eyes.
She spoke first, bravely trusting her voice not to betray her true feelings.
"You've still got a hot ass to lick, Simon. I hope you are up to it."
He scrambled to his feet and faced her. "You rotten little bitch," he raged through clenched teeth. "I could have you put to sleep for this!"
"Yes, but you wouldn't dare. You want to eat my ass first and then you want me to carry out the assignment."
She forced her knees to stop wobbling from her bold bluff, praying that her instincts about Simon were correct. Unless she was right about him, there was really nothing to keep him from cutting her heart out on the spot and reporting later to Father that she had been uncooperative and had refused to carry out the assignment. The knowledge flashed through her mind, then she noticed the slight smile tugging at Simon's lips which instantly told her she had been right about him.
"You are a beautiful bitch," he said, his voice husky with desire, as he approached her, smiling openly. "I'll have to ask you later about how you knew so much about my File Six. But right now, you are an impatient lady and I don't like to keep impatient women waiting."
"How gallant," she mocked, as a silent breath of relief swept through her body as she turned on her heels and marched toward the bedroom, smiling secretly to herself. This would be enjoyable.
She watched as he entered the bedroom.
"You won't need to do that," she said, as he started loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "There's no reason for you to strip. I have no interest in watching you flash your pecker around. All I'm interested in, Simon, is your mouth and tongue."
She moved to the bed and silently directed him to spread out on his back across the mattress. She then positioned herself directly over his face and spread her legs. She squatted slowly and planted her asshole on his lips, then dropped her weight fully on the target.
"Dig in, sugarlips," she said, making a show of enjoying herself. But, looming back in her mind was the knowledge that completing the assignment as ordered, even successfully, meant the signing of her own death warrant. The agency, she knew all too well, wouldn't let her live following the assignment. She would be a security risk, at best. The ordeal of killing her own brother would make her damaged goods, and the agency eliminated such bruised items methodically and regularly.
As she felt Simon's warm tongue dart and penetrate her tight asshole, she wondered if Simon would be assigned to assassinate her after she killed Roger. Probably, she guessed, he would volunteer for the job. Surely, she reasoned, Simon couldn't afford too many people running around loose who knew so well what guarded information was carried on his File Six.
Eventually, she managed to suppress all such morbid thoughts. She knew from experience as an agent, that little purpose was served by contemplating the inevitable future. She still had time to worry about any possible plan of escape, if there was such a thing. The agency rarely failed in eliminating an assigned hit. Maybe she would be the first, but all of that would have to wait until she had time to think. Now, Simon's tongue was performing another small miracle.
She ground and rotated her ass in a small circle as his tongue burrowed deep inside her asshole. She panted in thrilling gasps and waited as her pussy coated again with juice and mounting desire, welled throughout her body.
Simon was again building her to another body racking, cunt-tingling climax. And that was all she could concentrate on at present. The torment of terminating Roger and then keeping herself alive would have to wait for another time.
She was determined to enjoy as much of what little time she had left.
CHAPTER THREE
Roger was nursing a Friday evening scotch when he opened the door. She peered into his handsome face and waited excitedly for his reaction. The emotion spread over his even features without hesitation as his face boomed a wide smile.
"Mel!" he shouted, throwing open the screen door and charging against her. He wrapped her in a strong bear hug and kissed her roughly on the neck.
She laughed and returned his embrace. "Roger, baby, it's been too long," she said, pulling away and staring into his face. "You're still a beautiful man."
"Sis, I bet you say that to all the dudes," he teased. "Well, come on in," he continued happily. "This is one hell of a surprise."
He ushered her into his comfortably modest home, his arm snuggly secure around her slim waist.
"It's great to see you, Roger."
"Great ain't the word, Sis! This is like a dream! It's been ... what? Almost two years?"
"Nineteen months, two weeks and four days. Give or take a couple of hours," she laughed and joined his embrace again.
"You were always good at dates. Remember?"
"That's strange. All the fellows always said I was good on dates."
He laughed merrily as they stared into each other's eyes. The thrill, of seeing Roger had pushed thoughts of the reason for her visit far from her consciousness. She was overjoyed being with him again.
"Hell, sit down and let me mix you a drink, Sis."
"Thanks. Scotch will be perfect."
She glanced casually around, vaguely wondering where Susan was. As she made herself comfortable on the Early American sofa in the living room, she noted the decor and the simple charm of the suburban Virginia home. Pride for her brother swelled inside her. Her brother had a nice, neat home in a respectable quiet neighborhood. Everything was tastefully arranged and quaint, if not lavishly expensive. Susan, she decided, was an excellent homemaker. She looked forward to knowing her better.
Melody had met her briefly at the wedding. That had been exactly nineteen months, two weeks and four days ago. Melody remembered how Susan had seemed like a sweet girl, warm and much in love with her brother. Melody smiled as she recalled the tug of jealousy that had overpowered her that day, freeing her to leave abruptly after the ceremony. Now, Melody looked forward to getting better acquainted with the woman who had so much in common with her. They both, after all, loved the same man.
Then, in the midst of her happy mental wandering, the purpose of her visit loomed in her mind. It shattered her happiness and cut through her like a knife.
"Here you go, Sis," Roger said, popping into the living room and handing her a glass.
"Scotch on the rocks. The perfect relaxer for the weary traveler."
"Immediately, she shoved the evil assignment from her mind, determined to enjoy at least the first part of her stay, and sipped the drink. Roger watched her with bright eyes as he sat in an easy chair across from her.
"Roger, you and Susan have a lovely home," she said, keeping her voice cheerful and avoiding his eyes.
"Thanks. We like it. Nothing fancy, but it's comfortable and it's home." . "Where is Susan, by the way?"
"You couldn't have timed your visit better, Sis. She's at the store stocking up for the weekend."
"Were you expecting company?"
"No. Hell, no! We were planning to take it easy this weekend. Just sit around here and not leave the house. You showing up makes it perfect. You are going to stay, of course? For as long as you can."
She laughed. "Only for the weekend. If you are sure I won't be interferring with any plans you and Susan might have."
"Forget that! We have no plans and even if we did, you being her is more important than anything else."
They stared in silence at each other for several seconds. Sharing quiet time, each reliving the beautiful memories, they sat looking into each other's face happily. Melody was sure Roger shared her joy at being reunited after the many months.
Staring at Roger, she couldn't help but realize how empty her own life had been lately. After all, Roger had a loving wife and pleasant home. She had nothing, she reminded herself, other than her work, and that too was in danger of ending. The excitement and challenge of new assignments, traveling the globe and meeting the romantic and interesting strangers had its price. She knew all too well. Especially now, sitting in Roger's comfortable living room in Virginia, waiting for his wife, Melody realized how much was missing from her life.
She broke the silence, keeping off the unpleasant thoughts of the purpose of her being here before they could once again creep over her. "Remember all the good times, Roger? We had fun."
"It wasn't always easy, Sis. But we managed. You did a super job."
He was getting too serious. She didn't want that. She still couldn't trust her own emotions. She decided to play it light and try to guide the conversation into a more frivilous area.
"I had super material to work with, as I recall," she said with a wink.
He laughed.
"I still dream about you, you know? I think about you constantly. And, let me tell you a woman's secret, Roger. I compare you with other men."
"Really? In what way?"
Now she laughed. "You and your ego. Just like all the rest. You really are a man."
"You should know."
"You know what I mean. The ego thing. Every man wants to know. They all want you to tell them a he. That they are the best and the biggest."
"I'm waiting for the secret." He smiled.
"All right." She lit a cigarette. "Don't let me crush you, little brother. You aren't the biggest, but you are the best. And the prettiest."
"What?" He exploded with laughter. "That's a fine thing to say to a guy. And your own brother at that!"
She joined his laughter. "You still have the prettiest cock of all I've seen. And, you know how to use it."
"I had the best teacher. Susan thanks you almost every night."
"Oh, now I'm hearing the brag."
"I assure you, he isn't bragging."
The smile froze on Melody's face at the sound of the third voice. She glanced toward the doorway of the living room and spotted Susan standing there, a small smile covering her lovely features.
Roger continued to laugh. "Sis, you should see your expression. Hey, it's all right. Susan knows everything about me."
Slightly dumbfounded, Melody gradually relaxed and peered again at Susan. She was relieved to see Susan's smile spread into an easy grin as she stepped into the room and stood beside Roger's chair.
"Really, Melody," Susan said. "Roger is right. I know about you too. I think it's great. Besides, to tell the truth, it has always turned me on."
"You're kidding?" Melody was surprised that she had found her voice.
"I'm serious," Susan replied. "Roger has told me everything. It sounds tremendous. Just ask him." She bent and kissed his ear gently and slid her arm over his shoulders.
"That's right, Sis. She digs hearing about our deep, dark secret love life. I think she's built it up into some wild fantasy."
"Well, fantasies are for living, right Melody?" Susan said with a wink. "I was going to bring it up later with a little tact, but since you two started reliving the good old days without me, there's no point in being coy.
Melody, do you think Roger is stud enough to keep two horny young women satisfied for the weekend?"
As they laughed, Melody placed her drink on the coffee table and walked over to Susan. She embraced her warmly and said, "We'll see soon enough, but at least it'll be fun finding out."
Roger looked up at his sister and wife and said, "No point in wasting time. Let's see who I can wear out first."
The women giggled.
"Maybe you better stay in your chair while we fix dinner, little brother," Susan said. "You'll need all the strength you can muster."
"This will be like two fantasies coming true for me," Melody admitted, still clinging to Susan in near passionate embrace.
"And what's the second fantasy?" Roger asked.
Melody palced her hand softly on the small pouch of Susan's belly and smiled down at her brother. "Pregnant women have always turned me on. Between your lovely cock and your beautiful pregnant wife, I think I've died and gone to heaven."
After dinner, the women ushered Roger from the kitchen, teasingly warning him to rest while he could. He seemed thrilled by the prospects of what the night promised, but Melody guessed her own feelings of anticipation couldn't be matched. She glanced repeatedly at Susan and felt a growing attraction sweep her body.
Over Susan's objections, Melody helped with the dishes. As they worked, the conversation abruptly became more pointed. The women, Melody figured, had sized each other up and apparently Susan had approved of Melody as Melody had earlier approved of Susan.
"Roger told me you taught him his staying power," Susan said, handing Melody a plate to dry.
"There wasn't much to teach. He was always horny as hell. There were times when I thought he just couldn't get enough."
Susan flashed a smile. "I know. He's one helluva good fuck."
"I'll tell you something else I hope you already know," Melody said. "He h is the best pussy eater I've ever known."
"Melody, the first time he ate my pussy, I knew I had to marry him. I always told myself when I found the stud who could eat my box right, that would be the man I would do anything to marry. Roger was the one."
"You're a wise girl."
They worked in silence for several seconds. Melody's cunt dampened as she thought of Roger and then of Susan. She longed for the party to begin. The stalling was wonderful, but torturous.
"You really meant what you said earlier about knocked-up chicks, didn't you?" Susan asked, breaking the silence.
"Honey, I don't say it if I don't mean it. Why? Do I show myself that obviously?"
"Like, it's written across your face."
"Does that bother you?"
"Not with the right woman."
"Should I ask?"
Susan turned away from the sink and faced Melody. "See for yourself."
Melody placed her hand gently on Susan's leg under her dress and slowly inched it up her thigh until her hand found Susan's soft pussy. The wetness and the invitation for the feel told Melody all she need to know.
"I'm glad you married my brother," Melody said softly as her fingers groped the outer lips of Susan's slippery pussy.
"I'm glad you are staying the weekend. I only wish it could be longer."
"We can make it seem like forever."
Susan's breath was coming in tiny gasps when Melody pulled her hand away and stepped back. "Let's get Roger and not waste any more time."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Susan said.
They left the kitchen and half of the dishes still to be washed.
Roger was resting on the bed when his wife and his sister entered the bedroom. His cock was straining to its limit, sticking hard and thick straight up and his breath came in excited gasps when he spotted the two women.
Wordlessly, Susan began stripping as Melody approached her brother and sat beside him on the bed. She lowered her face to his until their lips met. They kissed tenderly and longingly. Her tongue gently slipped between Roger's hungry lips and darted deep into his mouth. He pulled her down until their bodies touched. The contact, even through her clothing, made the love juices deep inside her begin to flow. She squirmed anxiously atop her brother, jabbing her tongue furiously now in and out of his eager mouth. He hunched up and down, driving his rock-hard tool against the material of her dress as if. his cock was trying to penetrate in a blind rage.
"You two trying to catch, up on the first round?" Susan said with a soft laugh.
Slowly, Melody eased off Roger and turned to face Susan. She didn't bother to restrain the slight gasp that escaped her throat at the sight of Susan's nude pregnant body standing at the foot of the bed. Melody smiled broadly and climbed off the bed.
"You're beautiful, Susan," Melody breathed, the excitement rattling her voice just above a whisper. Melody took in every. inch of Susan's soft body. Her skin seemed to glow and cast off a silky, rich tint that made-Melody nearly swoon with desire. Her tits were full and heavy, but not sagging. Susan's nipples stood erect and flared provocatively. As Melody's eye fell lower, she lingered her gaze on Susan's swollen abdomen. It was perfectly round and neatly perched just above Susan's furry pussy. "I think I'm in heaven," Melody whispered, still eyeing Susan. Then, she glanced down on the bed and peered into Roger's smiling face and allowed herself another quick examination of her brother in all of his naked manhood glory. "Yep," she nodded. "I know I'm in heaven."
Susan and Roger chuckled as Melody started to strip.
"No, wait, Melody," Susan said. "Stay dressed for now. It's exciting at first for you to see us and we not be able to see you."
Now Melody laughed and turned toward her brother.
"What kind of masochist did you marry, little brother?" Melody asked, jokingly.
"She's a glutton for punishment, that's for sure," Roger said.
Susan stepped up to Melody and the two women embraced. Melody lowered her hands slowly down Susan's back and tightened the embrace until her hands cupped Susan's firm, but rounded asscheeks. They planted their lips together and immediately the two women vigorously tongued each other, impatiently jabbing their tongues into each other's mouth and moaning from the pleasure. Susan's hands stayed busy rubbing up and down on Melody's clothed body, excitingly running her hand s up and inside Melody's dress periodically.
Gradually, they eased toward the bed and sank slowly on the mattress beside Roger and then another pair of hands joined their mutual exploring and probing. Female hands soon traveled over the male body, over the hairy, strong legs, the flat abdomen and chest. Teasingly, the female hands avoided the blood-surged pole and the meaty balls.
The trio splashed kisses and caresses among themselves, constantly alternating the pace of the fondling. They slowed momentarily to sensuous, tender actions, then with gradually increasing intensity, they built to a crescendo of vigorous, hungry feeling and kissing.
Roger slipped one hand between the buttons on Melody's blouse and immediately discovered a luscious braless tit. With his other hand, he inched his fingers along her thigh until he found a very wet, very hot uncovered pussy.
His dick jumped upon contact with the hairy wetness of his sister's cunt and he damn near shot his load. Knowingly, his wife was prepared for her husband's reaction and she expertly gripped the base of his cock in a vise-like lock and shut off the flow of come gathering rapidly in his dick. Roger experienced the pain-pleasure of Susan's grip on his cock and the prolonging of his sensation.
The two women exchanged knowing winks as Melody duplicated Susan's hold on Roger's prick with her own hand directly above Susan's and shifted her position just enough to allow Roger's pussy-drenched fingers easy access deep inside her. This brought Roger almost over the edge and would have if it had not been the women's knowledgeable preparation. Their hands clenched to the limits of their strength, forcing Roger's come no further than the very base of his dick.
Roger groaned and panted with desire. He roughly squeezed Melody's tits and rubbed his thumb over her rubbery and taunt nipple. His vigorously rotating wrist, working inside her blouse, finally caused the buttons to snap free. As the buttons popped from Melody's blouse, her tits spilled forward and free, fully exposed, just above her brother's staring eyes and, again, his cock jerked. But the women increased their hold on him and again fought back his urge to come. They kept his come inside him as if they were protecting a precious treasure, determined never to let it escape.
Melody's mind swept back to earlier years when she had practiced this very exercise on Roger for what, he would say, hours. She would draw him to the edge, beyond the brink and push him over, only to clamp the flow off, cutting it off at the base. His mind would actually will himself to come, he had told her, and he would even feel the sensation of climax although she had seen to it that coming was physiologically impossible for him. She remembered the thrilling experience of those past years and how, when he finally did come, his excitement and sensation was beyond description.
As her mind focused back on the present, Melody purposely kept her two luscious melons directly in his line of vision. She then lowered them slightly, making it possible for him to suck her tits. From this position, she made it possible for him to see beyond her tits and to witness her and his wife furiously kissing as their hands stayed locked together on his pecker.
It was like time itself had been suspended. There was no reason for any of the lovers to think of time. But, sometime later, their positions evolved into Melody sitting yoga-style and the trunk of her body bent forward allowing her tits to remain in Roger's mouth. Susan was now straddling her husband, slowly pushing her pussy up and down the length of his dick, while Melody kept her hand in place tightly gripping the base of Roger's prick. Melody was bent forward so as to allow her mouth to suck on Susan's tits. Then, Melody spurned on by the continual sight of Susan's pussy engulfing her brother's cock and slowly sliding back up revealing his entire shaft before swallowing him again, decided to alter her position.
Melody eased Roger's head off her lap and sat up on her knees. She hiked her dress up over her hips then spread her knees wide, straddling her brother's head. In position, she slowly lowered her body until her pussy rested lightly on Roger's face. Her dress fell from her hips and covered her brother's entire head as he busily and eagerly lapped at her dripping cunt. Melody's new position enabled her better access to Susan's full knockers which she wasted little time taking advantage of. Susan's hands and fingers remained busy rubbing over Melody's body and never, for very long, ignoring her husband's chest and legs.
Gradually, the tempo increased. Susan's thrusts up and down on her husband's pole became more vigorous and lusty. Roger, long since rotating and thrusting his hips to match his wife's hungry manipulations of his pecker, now squirmed his face against his sister's wet box, sliding his tongue deep inside her crack. He sucked her love juice into his mouth, then tongued as deep as possible. His teeth stayed active by biting lightly Melody's sensitive outer cunt walls and cunt lips. Every few seconds, his teeth would make contact with her delicate clit and Melody would go crazy with passion. The effects of Roger's pussy eating ability on Melody became increasingly obvious. She planted her full weight on her brother and rocked her pussy back and forth, then swayed in a circular fashion until she could no longer contain herself. She pulled her mouth off of Susan's tits and moaned loudly as her own climax built deep inside her cunt. Soon, under Roger's unrelenting thrusting tongue, her juices gushed forward, flooding her box and drenching Roger's mouth.
Melody didn't bother holding back her feelings. She screamed with delight and sagged heavily on her brother's face, savoring the glorious explosion pelting her throughout her body. As her blood pumped furiously and her heart raced and her nerves tingled in the grand afterglow of climax, her mind gradually recorded the slight flickering sensations still attacking her spent cunt.
She slowly began to comprehend the sensations. The light twitching at her pussy was gradually building and crawling once again deep into her womanly cavern and she became aware of what was happening. Roger was still at work. His tongue had diligently never slipped from position and ceaselessly licked and worked through the folds of Melody's burning hole. Her sensitive cunt reacted to his tongue's touch as if it were a flaming torch searing her parted pussy lips.
It was impossible for her to contain a continual scream of joy and it was just as impossible to suppress her legs and hips from thrusting uncontrollably in hungry counterattack against Roger's experienced tongue. She ground her box hard into Roger's willing face.
She had never experienced such a sensation. It was like her entire cunt was literally on fire. She could no longer isolate the individual thrusts of his tongue. Her pussy was numb. From her pubic covered outer cunt lips to the deepest regions of her vagina, she experienced nothing but pure excitement and joy. Her entire womanly organ was complete sensation and the rest of her body was in its control. She had little consciousness of what she was doing. Her mind had long since stopped responding to anything but the pleasure she felt.
Her orgasms were coming rapidly and so close together that it felt as if she was experiencing one continual, unending climax. She had lost all control of her limbs. Her arms and legs flapped without direction like a rag doll in limp, uncoordinated movements. Then, finally, her body fell forward as if it could take no more of the pleasure. Her box finally moved from Roger's mouth as if in self-defense.
Melody rolled across the bed, finally resting on her back, her lges spread loosely, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. Slowly, her mind and eyes cleared and focused. She lay still, spent, conscious of the delicious tingle shooting from her cunt throughout her body. Soon, she became aware of the voluntary contractions of her inner cunt walls as well as her outer pussy lips. It was a muscular response she had never experienced and it was pleasantly frightening. She had never lost total control before and, already, she knew she would never be satisfied with anything less in the future.
She tilted her head and saw the lovely sight of Susan slumped astride Roger's slim, muscular waist. Her beautiful, rounded pregnant belly rested on Roger's stomach and Susan's face radiated a glorious smile that told Melody that her sister-in-law had just experienced the same kind of sensations of blissful climax.
The two women winked and Susan giggled when Melody coyly licked her lips in exaggerated sensuousness.
"I hope you girls enjoyed yourselves," Roger said in mocked sternness. He was stretched out leisurely with his arms behind his head.
"Very much, sir," Melody said rolling over and bringing her face close to his. "You were brilliant," she added as she softly placed her lips against his and warmly kissed him. Gingerly, she darted her tongue between his lips as he embraced her tightly.
"Isn't someone going to ask me how I feel?" Roger asked lightly when Melody pulled her mouth away and rested her head on his chest.
Susan laughed. "No bitterness, please. He who waits shall be well rewarded."
"You mean you didn't come?" Melody asked in earnest surprise.
"You kidding?" Roger replied. "I'm married to the original she-wolf."
Melody glanced at Susan in time to share a broad smile with her. "You didn't?" Melody asked.
Susan nodded and winked. "My hand is getting cramped, too."
"Your hand and my cock," Roger said as Melody laughed.
Melody jumped from the bed and steadied herself as she walked behind the bed and saw Susan's hand still gripping the base of Roger's pecker.
"Poor baby, it's turning blue," Melody said in mocked concern.
"I'm not surprised," Roger said. "I can't even feel the damn thing."
"Not your dick, silly," Melody said with a chuckle. "Susan's hand."
They all laughed and Melody lit cigarettes for all of them.
"I think it's time for you to strip, Melody," Susan said. "Your dress looks like it's seen better days."
Melody slipped the garment over her head and dropped it at her feet. It was covered with stains of her own love juices and severely wrinkled from the wild contorting she had given it.
Susan eased off Roger's pole, keeping her hand firmly placed in position at the base of his blood-gorged cock.
"In that top dresser drawer, Melody, you'll find the medical tape," Susan said.
"I knew you were a well-equipped girl the first time I saw you, Susan," Melody said with a smile as she found the elastic tape. "Mind if I do the honors while you relax your hand?"
"Be my guest." Susan rested beside Roger and lazily ran her hand over his chest and stomach as Melody crawled between his legs and began to wrap the base of his cock tightly with the medical tape. She knotted it expertly, securely shutting off any possible ejaculation by her brother and permanently locking his cock into rigid erection.
"You girls really know how to treat a guy," Roger said.
"I've never heard you complain," Susan said, kissing his ear.
Melody couldn't resist putting her lips to his dick and planting a series of light, nibbling kisses up and down the underside length of his cock. Within seconds, he was moaning and squirming his hips.
Melody then extended her tongue and slowly drew the tiny tip of her tonuge from the edge of medical tape across his veiny manhood pole to the ballooned head and then to the very end of his pecker. Her tongue flicked playfully at the bulbed head, then attacked the tiny hole. The tip of her tongue gently parted his pecker hole and probed slightly inside. The resulting exercise drove Roger into a frenzy of writhing and contorting much like Melody had experienced earlier as she had sat on Roger's face and let his tongue do its magic on her cunt. Roger's imprisoned dick jerked vainly under the onslaught of her tongue and its pleasant torture.
Melody moved her tongue from Roger's cock head and licked downward toward his bulging bag and the two seemingly walnut-sized balls. She ran her tongue gently at first over his ball sac, then worked her tongue roughly over the sensitive area, jabbing her tongue almost knife-like into his nuts causing him to thrust upward, his mighty dick stabbing hungrily into the air, rigidly and unwaveringly. Such a sight caused Melody's hot pussy to again dampen and she longed to throw her cunt hard onto the meaty manpole of his prick and let it slice through her drenched pussy walls.
She marveled at the ivory-veined staff and its delicate curves standing threateningly tall. The taste of his hard cock excited her even more. Her tongue licked furiously over the delicate skin and encircled the thickness of his staff. Again, she eased her tongue lightly up the length of the shaft until she reached the tiny pecker hole, then, suddenly, her mouth parted and she dropped her head swiftly, engulfing the inflated head of his cock. Her lips met in a clenching grip just beneath his dick head and Roger screamed with delight.
For long seconds, she remained motionless, feeling the fullness of his hot, throbbing cock head filling her mouth. With her hands, she slowly cupped and caressed his balls. Then, Melody started to suck. Gradually, she increased the pressure, as if drawing juice from a straw, she sucked on his dick head, as his moans of joy filled her ears and at that she didn't want anything more than to satisfy her brother in the best possible way.
She opened her mouth wide and took in more of his shaft. By now, Roger was actively fucking her in the mouth, thrusting his rock-hard dick to the hilt in and out of his sister's mouth. Melody was getting hotter by the second. Her pussy was responding to the feel and taste of his luscious cock. She could no longer stop herself from planting her wet cunt on the long pole of manhood.
Slowly, she eased her mouth from his cock and positioned herself over her brother's prick. Deliberately, she squatted over the pole until the outer lips of her dripping pussy touched the tip of his eager cock. Teasingly, she rubbed her love patch playfully across his swollen dick head several times as he moaned in thrilling ecstasy. Suddenly, she dropped down, her cunt walls sliced open and apart by the piercing prick. She rested for a few seconds, savoring the sensational feeling of his rich, swollen dong stabbing her hole. Her lovely ass slowly began rotating across her resting place high on his thighs. Her clit was already drenched from her own love juices and just the feeling of the lovely cock jammed to the hilt into her pussy caused her juice to flow once again.
Roger's reaction was more like a young wild stallion gone berserk. With frenzied desire, he thrust and bucked, slamming his cock hard into his sister's beautiful cunt hole. Maddeningly, his cock jammed in and out of the slippery, yet delightfully tight pussy, desperately fighting for long-awaited climax. His restricted cock was like a mad machine in a blind rage. Racing continually in and out, up and down, he fucked the lovely crack of his sister's womanly seat of desire as the gushes of her love juice flooded his throbbing pole.
Dizziness swept Melody and for an instant she felt as if she would surely faint. She fought to calm herself as her cunt continued to be happily rammed by the husky peter. She served up the last of her strength and pulled herself up and off his thundering dick, only to come down again hard, but this time allowing her tight asshole to be attacked by the thrusting rod.
A short, piercing scream escaped her parted lips as the mad prick caught the tiny asshole in full-thrust and drove straight through to its limit. Physical momentum prevented her from resting at the end of her descent and she bounced back up to the end of his prick before sitting back down heavily on his rod and burying it again in her ass.
New sensations flowed over her as her brother plowed his dick in and out of her ass and soon it was impossible for her not to increase her own pace of bumping up and down, moving up and down on his burning pole.
Finally, Melody collapsed on Roger's heaving chest, unaware that her sudden lunge forward had dislodged his prick from her asshole. Her entire body was a mass of nerve-ending sensations.
It was impossible to know how much time went by, but after Roger had regained some of his breath, he squirmed out from under his sister and gently turned her over on her back. Then, he guided his wife into position beside his sister. Melody and Susan responded to their new positions by embracing each other and hungrily kissing and fondling their soft female flesh. Roger didn't linger long watching their feverish lovemaking. He worked between Susan's legs and gently eased his cock deep into her waiting pussy.
He pumped furiously until she tore her mouth away from Melody's beautiful tits and locked her legs and arms around her husband's body. Soon, Susan was crying out in joyous climax. Her arms and legs went limp and Roger easily pulled himself up and turned his attention toward his smiling sister.
"Roger, I have never been so satified in my life. My little pussy feels like she's met the entire Marine Corp."
"The party is just beginning, Sis," he said, plowing his tool deeply into her cunt.
"Oh, Roger, you are the best! The absolute best fuck I've ever had. Please don't ever stop!"
Roger was too busy to answer. He was fucking her wildly. He threw his cock into his sister's pussy with the weight and drive of his whole body behind him.
Melody thrilled at the feel of his weight on top of her and pile-driving sensations of his prick. Her excitement could no longer be contained and again she felt herself being driven over the edge to unrelenting climax.
She shrieked when her release finally came and she damn near blacked out. All she wanted was black sleep. She was fully and totally satiated. She felt her body could take no more, pleasant as it had been, she knew she could not endure more fucking. Her pussy and ass were numb. She was exhausted.
But Roger was like a caged animal. His restricted cock was still like a madman on the loose. In a dream-like way, Melody was vaguely aware of Roger tugging gently on her arms and legs and repositioning her on the bed.
After several moments, her spent body had regained sufficiently enough for her to notice that she was on her back with her head touching Susan's head. Roger had positioned the two women so the tops of their heads were touching and they were facing opposite directions on the bed. They were both on their backs.
"And now, girls," Roger announced grandly. "The moment I have been impatiently waiting for."
With a ceremonious tug on the medical tape binding his purplishly discolored cock, he freed himself. His dick seemed to jerk dramatically and bulge even more with its instant freedom.
"Which lucky lady shall receive my pent-up love offering?" Roger asked jokingly, eyeing each of the smiling ladies.
"If you were a gentleman, dear," Susan mocked, "you would gallantly divide your favors among us."
"Exactly," Melody said. "Start with Susan, then jerk yourself after you start coming and run over to me for the grand finale."
"You two are very funny. But I think nature has provided the proper choice for me." He playfully patted his wife's rounded belly. "I believe Melody is the logical one to have to bear most of my weight. Any objections?"
"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Susan teased.
"No reason for jealousy, girls," Roger said with a broad smile.. "I think I've proven that I can easily satisfy you two."
"No more helpful devices for you, young man," Melody said with a laugh. "Your ego would quickly get bigger than your pretty pecker."
Roger crawled between his sister's beautiful long legs and eased his starving cock to her luscious pussy opening.
"This shouldn't take long," he said.
"That's a safe bet," Susan said as Melody giggled.
Roger drove his dick deliberately into Melody's pussy and stretched himself forward so his mouth could, without much awkwardness, find work on Susan's spread and juicy love patch.
Within seconds, he was shurning hard in and out of Melody's cunt and eagerly lapping at Susan's pussy at the same time. All three quickly became thrilled again and were panting and moaning under the various strokes and licks and fucking they were receiving.
With a boisterous yell and a rigid tensing of his lanky body, Roger's motion stopped and the frustrated eruption that had been denied him for a seeming eternity now thundered through his charged cock and exploded into his sister's accepting love box.
Melody easily felt the tremendous joy juice fired from her brother's prick flood her cunt walls as it triggered yet another of her own climaxes. His come continued to shoot into her, almost through her. She had rarely been able to actually feel a lover's come fill her pussy cavity, but now, this was more than a vague distant feeling. There was no doubt. It was like a water hose had been crammed deep inside her cunt and the water had been turned to full pressure. To think of what she was feeling, the thick wads of her brother's come drenching her spent cunt, was another of an entire evening of wonderful thrills and sensations.
It seemed forever before Roger's body slowly relaxed on top of her. Melody savored every second, hugging her brother tightly to her, scissoring her legs around the trunk of his body as if to squeeze every drop of come from his thick, lovely hose.
When it had finally ended, Roger merely rolled off his sister and lay motionless on the bed, too exhausted and drained to speak.
"Wow," Melody finally said. "If I were you, Susan, I think I would be jealous."
Susan laughed and made the first move to get off the bed. She offered Melody a cigarette, then sat on the edge of the bed beside Melody and lazily ran her fingers up and down the length of Melody's shapely leg.
"Melody," she said seriously. "Your coming here for a visit has been one of the greatest things that could happen to Roger and me. It's been better than Roger and I could have imagined." She leaned forward and passionately kissed Melody's soft lips. "I'm so happy that you're here."
Professionalism had to die, Melody reasoned as tears fell down her face and suddenly she broke into an open sob. She clutched Susan and embraced her firmly, drawing her soft, naked, beautifully rounded, pregnant body against her own flesh. How, Melody wondered vainly, could she be expected to kill two people she loved so much?
It was still only Friday night. At least, she had a little more time to put off the answer to that heart-wrenching question.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Little brother, I still love the way you fuck my pussy," Melody said, working the bar of soap between her hands into a rich lather.
"You don't know what a relief that is to know, Sis." Roger was beaming and the sight of him caused Melody's clit to contract involuntarily. The warm shower water pelting his head, plastering his fine hair over his youthful, handsome face excited her still inspite of the sexual marathon she had just endured.
"With your seal of approval, Melody, I know now that I've been getting grade A stuff," Susan said with a playful tug on Roger's dangling prick.
Roger responded by wrapping his arm around Susan's waist and embracing her tightly. The young couple kissed affectionately as Melody allowed a warm glow to sweep over her. For the moment, she made a conscious effort to block out the dreaded reason for her presence. She was happy for Roger. She had long ago accepted reality. No matter how much she loved Roger, she knew society would never allow them to live out their true feelings for each other. At least, she was consoled to the fact that Roger had found a woman he could love intensely and a woman who could return that deep love.
"Melody, you're part of this family," Susan said, reaching out and pulling Melody toward them to join their embrace.
Now was a time to enjoy, Melody decided as her body touched Roger's and Susan's beneath the spraying shower nozzle.
"Remember how you used to wash me, Sis?"
"One of my fondest memories, little brother," Melody said, pecking a soft kiss against Roger's wet cheek.
Gently, she cupped his balls with her sudsy hands and lightly raked the soap beneath his sac. Susan watched the exercise intently, lazily fondling Melody's full, firm tits, her eyes locked on her husband's slowly growing dick.
"This is "the way we wash the cock, wash the cock," Melody sang, as Roger and Susan joined in the familiar tune.
Laughing uncontrollably and bracing each other, the three clung together in a tight, happy group. Roger's genitals were soon covered with soapy lather and his pole standing rigidly erect. Susan and Melody took turns stroking the soap-slick cock and massaging the meaty balls. Roger's breathing quickly became pants of excitement as he gripped Melody's knockers with one hand and Susan's with the other.
Then, Melody, utilizing a soapy finger, managed to slip it into Roger's asshole as Susan continued to manipulate his prick and nuts.
Susan laughed at the expression on Roger's face and Melody plunger her finger further up her brother's ass.
"Sis and I always believed in a thorough cleaning," Roger explained with a broad smile after recovering from the surprised shock.
"That reminds me of our littly toy in the bottom dresser drawer," Susan said.
Roger then lowered his head and planted a series of tiny kisses over his wife's .huge tits. His tongue encircled her erect, rubbery nipples as she expertly continued masturbating him.
Melody buried her tongue into Roger's ear and he squirmed and shivered. Keeping her finger carefully in place, she slowly descended, running her tongue down the length of his body as Susan gradually angled Roger toward the downpour of water. In an instant, the soapy lather vanished from his groin and disappeared down the drain.
Susan carefully sank to her knees in front of Roger just as Melody reached the same destination. The two women kissed passionately. Susan's tongue darted into Melody's mouth and probed the moistened warmth. Melody's free hand found Susan's lovely pussy patch and with the exciting knowledge of one woman to another, she immediately struck the correct cord. Between delicate fingers, Melody fondled Susan's clit and instantly the area became slick with the sweetness of Susan's juice.
Melody could hardly wait until she could eat the lovely pregnant pussy and taste the hot love juice it offered. But for now, her brother's cock was at ready attention and craved for her warm, sucking mouth. She turned slowly from Susan's mouth and meandered her tongue up Roger's leg to his balls. She licked his sac repeatedly, continuing all the while to finger-fuck his manly asshole. She was aware of Susan's hungry lips and mouth on her knockers as she opened her mouth wide and felt his balls swimming in the sea of his love juice and the thought thrilled her. She sucked gently as Roger groaned.
Even after the soapy rubdown, Roger's balls had the same masculine scent Melody would never forget. The taste was driving her wild. She could smell the almost musty, yet pleasant aroma of churning come. Reluctantly, she took her mouth away from his balls and impatiently attacked his cock with her tongue. Again, Roger shivered and Melody knew his climax was seconds away. She closed her teeth lightly around the thickness of his shaft as her tongue worked feverishly on his inflated dick head, toying constantly with the tiny, sensitive pecker hole. Then, she swallowed his whole prick, engulfing its entire shaft length until her soft lips touched his bristly pubic hair at the base of his tool.
Melody Mason knew men and she certainly knew her brother. She had to taste his thick come. She wanted to experience it gush into the mouth and feel it coat her throat. She loved him so much and she wanted to swallow his seed as if it was his spirit. With a final thrust of her finger, she slammed it to the hilt into his asshole and held it firmly in place. At the same time, she sucked hard with her mouth, pulling on his entire shaft, sliding her tongue easily underneath his thick manhood.
At once, his body jerked and she felt another shiver travel throughout his long, lanky body. Then, he exploded.
She marveled at her brother's capacity. Just as earlier, his eruption seemed tremendous. A blast of hot man-come flooded her mouth with terrific force. Momentarily, she thought she might gag, but she was prepared. Quickly, she swallowed the first load of come to make room for the next wave. She continued to suck and swallow until, finally, his cock twitched and jumped and belched a subsiding stream of joy juice. She held his dick firmly in her mouth for several seconds, savoring his taste and wishing the time would stop. She would happily spend eternity in this position, sucking Roger's prick and swallowing his come.
Melody shared in the laughing and joking as the three dried each other. The small bathroom was flooded with hot steam, leaving the mirrors coated and clouded. But there was no unpleasantness. Melody couldn't have been happier.
She caressed Susan's soft skin lovingly and openly admired her lush, blemish-free body. At the same time, she was not oblivious to Roger's gentle massaging strokes across her own body with a soft turkish towel. She continued to let herself go. She wouldn't allow her mind to dwell on any harsh realities. Sooner or later, she knew, she would have to face them, but now was just not the time.
But the time was racing. A soft droning voice from the bedroom radio clock had announced it was already after midnight. Melody had heard the news just before she had entered the bathroom with Roger and Susan. She didn't try to estimate how long ago that had been.
The talk was of trivial, happy things as they prepared and ate a light snack of eggs and toast. Afterward, they moved to the living room with coffee and cigarettes and the talking continued.
"You won't believe this, Melody," Susan was saying, "but meeting Roger probably saved my life."
"Not really, Sis," Roger said quickly, cupping his hand gently over his wife's swollen tit.
"Bullshit, Roger," Susan snapped, then playfully pecked a kiss on his ear as she cuddled against him. "He's modest, but I owe him more than anyone in this world."
"You're serious," Melody stated.
"Couldn't be more so. I've never told anyone what I would like to tell you, Melody."
"It'll bore you, Sis." Roger was smiling and to Melody her brother had the expression of a little boy caught in the act of a dirty trick.
"Please, Susan," Melody said seriously. "I would like to hear, if you want to talk about it."
"I'll get more coffee," Roger said, standing and leaving the room.
The two women watched him go, then Melody said, "If what you are going to tell me bothers Roger, maybe you shouldn't say anything. You and Roger are happy and I certainly don't want to stir up any harsh memories."
"Trust me, Melody," Susan said earnestly. "Roger wants you to know all about me. It's like he wants your full approval of me. I don't blame him either. He has told me all about himself and what life was like for you two. Believe me, he doesn't mind you hearing about my life and the things that happened."
Melody settled herself comfortably as Susan lit a fresh cigarette.
"My father died when I was ten. We had a comfortable life. We were far from rich, but we never went hungry. My mother never had to work, at least until Dad's death.
"He left a small insurance policy, a good car and a nice house that was still mortgaged. Well, to get more to the point, my mother started working at a department store. She hated it. She started as a clerk and the long hours being on her feet didn't help her disposition at home. I continued to go to school and did my best to keep the house straight and fix the meals. Before long, Mom got a promotion and a substantial raise.
"I was so young, that at the time I never thought much about it. Even when she didn't come home at night. I remember being afraid at first, but soon it was a normal occurence for her to be gone all night."
Roger entered the room with a steaming pot of coffee. He refilled their cups silently, then sat on the floor beside Susan as she continued.
"Eventually, different men would come home with her and she would introduce them to me as friends from work. Needless to say, she was whoring, but at that time, I had never even heard the word. It wasn't long until she was home all the time. I don't remember questioning her about work. It just seemed like all of a sudden she was home and men were coming and going at all hours. I would come in from school and, likely as not, some guy would be there. Another one usually came at night and most of the time, I would never know when he left.
"Anyway, time passed. I was young and in a world of my own. Then, one day when I was fifteen, I came home early from school. I don't remember why exactly. Probably a pep rally or something that wasn't mandatory, but I can't recall. At any rate, Mom was crying. It frightened me, so I rushed into her bedroom and saw her. She was sprawled across the bed. Her body was cut and it seemed to me she was covered with blood. Her face was battered and swollen. Her lips had been pulverized and were smeared with blood.
"I rushed toward her and when she saw me, she started to scream. She tried to cover herself with the bedsheets, but it was too late. I had seen her. Her body was sliced with deep red welts, especially across her tits and around her cunt.
"She grabbed at me and kept trying to tell me to run out of the house. I was too shocked to .understand or obey. I couldn't move.
"Then, suddenly, I heard the bathroom door slam. My mother seemed to freeze. The next thing I remember was this man standing in the doorway of the bedroom, leering at me and my mother.
"He was naked and all big and hairy all over. I remember he made no attempt to conceal himself. It was the first man I had ever seen like that. I can still see him, just as he was. Of course, now the image doesn't affect me like it did then or for years since then. Roger has seen to that."
She smiled at Roger and Melody watched as her brother took Susan's hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
"Unfortunately for me, Melody, your brother happened much later in my life. I can never forget what happened to me that day when I found my mother practically beaten to death, but because of Roger I have gotten over the experience."
"You don't have to tell me anymore, Susan. I can imagine the rest," Melody said.
"It doesn't bother me now, and Roger and I feel like it may be good therapy in a way. And, Melody, I want to tell you."
Melody felt flattered in a pecular way. It was as if she had inherited a sister with Susan.
"I can still see every detail of the man," Susan continued. "He stood in the doorway smiling with this lewd expression. His body was frightening and ugly to me. He wasn't particularly fat, but he was definitely one of those men who looked ten times better dressed than nude. I remember his dick standing straight and hard, pointing it seemed directly toward me. It scared me. It had a dangerous, threatening appearance. He came toward me, laughing and talking. I remember, he kept saying my mother had started the job, now I could finish it.
"My mother pulled herself from the bed and tried to fight him off, but he shoved her back down, then hit her with his fist. At first, I thought he had killed her. He hit her so hard and she was already hurt so terribly, but he had only knocked her unconscious."
Susan tasted her coffee and inhaled deeply on her cigarette before continuing.
"The man grabbed me roughly and pulled me against him. I could feel the hair on his body and the big, hard cock through my clothes. I started to cry uncontrollably, actually too frightened to fight him. He squeezed my face against his and kissed me. He nearly bruised my mouth as he jammed his tongue deep inside my mouth. I almost gagged. I remember fighting for my breath as he ripped my dress. Before I realized what was happening, my little tits were exposed and he was roughly squeezing them with his massive hands. I know it was painful, but I cried and screamed more from humiliation. I had always been modest about my body and extremely bashful. I had never even been out on a date with a boy at the time.
"The next thing I remember, was the man gripping the back of my neck and pushing me to the floor. He held my head in place and pushed my face against his cock. He kept telling me to suck him and he jabbed his prick into my mouth. It was hot and big and again I almost choked. He slammed it in and out of my mouth and involuntarily, I started to suck on it.
"It seemed like hours later before he hauled me up from the floor and pushed me onto the bed. My mother was still out cold as he tore my dress completely off. Tears had clouded my vision, but I could still see his leering smile. He grasped my ankles and jerked my legs wide apart. My little virgin pussy opened up to him and I cried with shame as he smilingly stared at it. I felt his rough beard scrap my tender skin high between my thighs, then I felt his tongue lick my young cunt. I shivered and squirmed, sobbing the entire time as his mouth covered my tiny hole. He sucked furiously, bruising my pussy before he drove his tongue crudely inside the opening. It seared the delicate skin and my little clit felt punctured.
"I tried to kick him away. He jerked up and slapped me viciously across the face. He lowered his face toward my small, developing tits and as his mouth engulfed one of my tits, I felt his finger plunge into my pussy. The pain was unbelievable. I screamed a hoarse bellow as my body stiffened under his attack. He started to suck hard on my tits and drove his rough finger in and out of my box. It felt like a hot knife carving away at my cunt. All I could feel was a stinging, burning throb throughout my pussy. I came close to passing out several times, but I don't think I ever did. It became like a bad dream. As if all of it was happening to someone else. My entire body felt numb, but I had this mysteriously detached sensation as he continued to ravish my body. I remember him finally pulling off of my tits and withdrawing his finger from my cunt. Then he pushed my legs up until my knees were pressed against my chest. I couldn't feel much until I experienced the unmistakable probing of his cock against the outer opening of my burning cunt.
"He grunted like an animal and plowed his dong into my pussy. At that moment, my detachment ended. The pain was too great too real. I screamed as he continued to lunge forward until his face was inches above mine. My cunt was on fire, as if a blow torch instead of his dick had been rammed into my virgin box. He pulled himself out, then plunged forward again, and again I screamed. It seemed to turn him on. Soon, he was fucking and fucking and ramming madly, driving his deadly pole in and out of my torn cunt savagely.
"The pain increased with his every stroke and I felt like I was seconds away from death. Then suddenly, his body twitched and jerked. He stopped, gripping my tits in a tremendous squeeze. His body shuddered and I actually thought he was having a heart attack. He grunted again loudly and drove his cock once again deep inside me and fell heavily across my body. He thrashed about, grunting and moaning and then he was still."
Although Melody had never had such an experience, she felt instant sympathy for Susan. Every woman, Melody knew, froze inside at the thought of what had happened to Susan. Women planned their entire lives around escaping the clutches of a rapist or the brutality of a savage attack from behind the bushes on a secluded, darkened street corner. Melody looked into her sister-in-law's face and realized another basic truth in every woman's psychic: the supreme violation of a virgin cunt. Susan had endured both a rapist and the forced penetration of her fragile maidenhead.
Melody watched as Roger's arm comfortably embraced his wife and at that moment, her pity for Susan mixed with feelings of love for the woman. Melody could see that Susan had survived both tramatic attacks and, with the unmistakable help of Roger, she had managed to heal her scars and make a wonderful life for herself.
Melody wondered if she had that much strength of character to overcome such injuries to her own psychic. She could, she felt, only if a man like Roger would come along and show her the way to again enjoy the embrace of a man and to feel his hard shaft pierce gently the delicate folds of her tender pussy. For that realization, Melody felt another warm glow of closeness and love for her brother. She was proud of the type of man he had become. She loved him all the more for it.
The three sat in silence hearing the quiet sounds of the night. Melody waited patiently for Susan to continue to reveal the scars terribly made years before.
"For four years, following that afternoon and the nightmare of it all, I withdrew more and more within myself. I went through the motions of living, but I felt dead on the inside. I felt used and dirty. Like something good only for throwing away. I suppose I thought of suicide many times in those days, but I don't remember ever coming dangerously close to actually killing myself. I guess the only reason I , didn't end my life was the hatred burning just beneath my consciousness for men. All men in general. My hatred went well' beyond my feelings toward the man who actually attacked me. For four years, I feared men, loathed them and deeply mistrusted them."
Susan turned toward Roger and a small smile slowly covered her face. She kissed the side of his face and looked back toward Melody as she continued.
"But Roger changed all of that. That's why I said he saved my life. He actually did. Don't you see? I was headed nowhere. I would have eventually either killed myself out of self-hatred, or possibly even killed a man or a whole group of men. I used to plot my revenge. I pictured myself luring a man to my home and turning on him, then grabbing a knife from beneath the pillow and forcing him to stay still while I tied him down to the bed. Then, I would slowly carve him up. It would be done carefully, so as to keep him alive and conscious as I castrated him. I would dream about such things in very great detail. It would occupy my mind for hours. But, needless to say, I never went through with any of my dreams."
She paused for a moment, as if in regret. "Unless you count the first time with me," Roger said.
"You mean, Roger was one of your intended victims?" Melody asked in an obvious tone of surprise.
"Yes, I guess he was," Susan said. "I worked in a little cafe just off the campus of where Roger was a student. He would come there late at night, drink coffee and study lecture notes. He got friendly and continued to come, night after night and I kept battling with myself about him. Part of me wanted to brush him off cold and forget him, and the other part wanted me to use him for my dreams of revenge.
"Finally, one night, I forced myself to respond to his invitation and let him take me home from work. Thinking back, I don't really know if I could have gone through with my plans. Assuming the evening had happened differently, I really can't say what I would have done."
"Obviously, you didn't deball him or wack off his beautiful pecker," Melody said, winking at Roger. "So, what did happen?"
"We got to my place and I was expecting him to grab me and throw me on the bed and start shoving his dick into me. Remember, that had been my only experience with lovemaking up until then. But, he surprised me. It was all so different. We talked. He asked a lot of questions about me, real easy and friendly. Not at all like a quiz. We just made small talk. He mixed some drinks and one thing led to another. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. He was soft and warm, never forcing. I found myself responding to it in a pleasant way. Then, he started rubbing my tits as we kissed and my pussy started to throb and tingle.
"About this time, I was really confused. This wasn't at all like it was supposed to be with a man. I was liking all that was happening. I was experiencing feelings I never knew existed for a woman. My cunt was getting wet and my nipples were erect and my hands couldn't move fast enough over his body. When he started unzipping my dress, I froze momentarily and I think he sensed this. He stopped, poured us more drinks and asked me point-blank if I had ever had a bad experience.
"I began to feel ashamed and didn't want to admit to him what had happened to me so long ago, so I denied anything was wrong. To prove it to him, I remember standing up and stripping completely. I remember he laughed and started taking off his clothes.
"Then the next thing I remember, we were in bed and I was holding his dick and balls and wondering how I could have been insane enough to think of cutting off such obvious tools of pleasure. Before we actually fucked, I somehow knew it would be a wonderful experience."
The story was getting to Melody. Her pussy was wet again and her nipples were registering her excitement. She could picture the event in her mind. Her brother's handsome nude body in bed with the once-frightened, violated young girl, slowly being drawn back into a full existence because of Roger's gentleness and knowledge. She was eager to hear more and was relieved when Susan spoke again.
"Every second, I was gaining confidence in myself and in Roger. I was sure I wasn't being tricked. I remember it all so well, so vividly. I like to think of it as my first real fuck. The memory of the other is still here, and I know it always will be. But when I start to think of that first time, I urge myself to remember the first time with Roger and it takes the sting out of the bad memory.
"I was cupping his balls in my hands and every few seconds, I braved bringing a hand up to cover his rock-hard prick. It was long and warm, but not threatening and vicious like the first. Roger was smooth, like ivory and each time I stroked him, I could feel him respond. His whole body would shudder and I knew I was making it good for him. He put his mouth over my tits and sucked on my nipples, going from one to the other and I felt light-headed almost instantly. My cunt seemed to flood I was so wet. Then, he pulled me against him like a lizard to a rock and his mouth lifted from my tits to my mouth and remained there.
Gently and tenderly, he entered my cunt and I voluntarily spread my legs for him. I felt every inch slice inside me and it was good. Then, it was great. His whole dick was buried inside my wet, eager pussy and it was like my box had been starved for him.
"Slowly, he withdrew his cock from me, then again inched it back into me and my thoughts faded little by little until it was all feelings and impressions and concentration. My mind centered on a small point and concentrated on the dam within my cunt, holding back the flood I knew was quickly coming. Multicolored lights flashed a warning and I kept concentrating on the dam, willing myself to shut off the flow. Then, the pressure became too great and I heard a muffled, strangled cry from Roger and it was like a signal to me to let the dam crack against the flow of my flood. There was a great gush and my body felt as if it had been lifted high off the bed and then another wave gushed throughout my cunt and we screamed in joy together.
"The last thing I remember before falling asleep in his arms, was being limp and breathless and on my back staring up at the ceiling, but seeing a whole new, bright world."
Melody, never one to deny herself any pleasure, fell back on the sofa and busily fingered herself. In the near foreground she could hear the sounds of lusty kissing between Susan and Roger.
Soon, their sounds evolved into the unmistakable tones of fucking. Spurned by the obvious hard, hungry fucking taking place on the floor, just beyond the coffee table, Melody speared her fingers deep into her juicy cunt and brought herself to a quick, but needed, release. Her clit quivered and her love juice squirted and her fingers tensed, then relaxed. She withdrew her fingers and wiped them on the napkin provided with the coffee. Masturbation, she concluded, was sometimes necessary, but it would never replace a throbbing, ivory-sheathed man's cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melody was awake when the first rays of sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains. She had slept in jagged spurts, her unsettled mind far too active to allow total rest.
The happy homecoming was over. It had been wonderful. She had been satisfied, not only sexually, but also from the sisterly viewpoint of knowing her brother was married to a girl whom Melody lovingly approved of. But now, the mission loomed before her. There was no more escaping it. There could be no more putting it off. The ugly truth for her visit was a fact in which she had to deal.
She quietly climbed from the bed, careful not to disturb Roger and Susan as they slept securely in each other's arms. She couldn't resist glancing down at her brother's handsome body. He had tossed the covers away in his sleep, exposing himself completely. Melody experienced a happy stirring deep inside her cunt as she studied his pecker. It was resting soft and innocently, miraculously different in appearance to its hard, vein-ridged dimensions of erection. Melody fought the urge to fondle the pretty little lump that could so rapidly expand into a formidable hose. She had to think and now was certainly no time to be tugging on Roger's dong.
The questions she had asked herself earlier were now bigger than ever. Too many things didn't add up. It had taken until now for her to be questioning this unusual assignment. Too many things had hit her at once. Just finishing a grueling assignment in Paris, Whitley meeting her immediately upon arrival back in the States with the new assignment of murdering her brother and plus her careful training of accepting assignments without question, had dulled her responses.
Now, after time to ponder the mission, grave doubts were leaping into her mind. There had to be some reason, some motive for this assignment and for the unusual way in which it was to be carried out. Her mind reeled through the maze of questions and facts again.
She took her coffee cup as she strolled through the house and peered out the front window. She spotted Simon. The familiar car was parked across the street and two doors down, just as she had seen it last night shortly after her arrival.
Why his obvious interest? Why had he practically tortured her? Why his intensity about this assignment? Why?
The questions remained. The answers remained blank spots on her imagination. One thing she accepted openly to herself now, was exactly what must really worry Simon. She had been thinking, far back in her mind initially, of possible ways for Roger to escape the trap of this assignment. Now she calculated ways for all three of them to escape Whitley and the Company. She knew their chances were remote at best, but she certainly wasn't going to kill her own brother.
As she analyzed her thoughts, she realized she never seriously intended to carry out the assignment. Her mental grief had been the training and rationalization of what her professional self had said she must do. Her own mind and feelings had provided the emotional arguments and she knew there had never been any doubt that professional feelings could override her emotional feelings. Detachment, in this assignment, was impossible.
As she thought it through, a mild panic began to grow in the pit of her gut. Her mind leaped forward, like a computer going through the steps of piecing together data. Surely the Company knew her better than she knew herself. The Company, or at least a computer at the agency, would know such an assignment as this would not be executed by her.
"Penny for your thoughts," Susan's sunshine voice broke into Melody's pensive stare.
"Good morning," Melody said happily. This wasn't the time to confide in Susan. Melody quickly decided she would have to brief Roger soon, but leave it to him to tell Susan. News of that nature, Melody reasoned, was better left of a husband, regardless of the closeness of another woman.
"I'll bet you'd love my breakfasts."
Melody caught the gleam in Susan's expression and immediately her interest was aroused.
"I get the idea you aren't talking about a standard bacon and eggs breakfast," Melody said with a smirk.
"I have a confession to make. I usually have him and eggs. But today I would love to have you and eggs."
"Sounds interesting," Melody said, her excitement peaking fast, the unpleasant and painful meeting with Whitley all but forgotten. "If your appetite will permit it, maybe you could stand both courses. I'm curious as hell to watch you have him and eggs."
Susan leaned over the table, bringing her face close to Melody's. Melody kissed her eager lips, then accepted her darting tongue as it probed the interior of her mouth. Despite their earlier bad treatment, Melody's tits tingled with sensation under Susan's expert Frenching techniques. Her pussy instantly felt slick.
"Wait here," Susan said, pulling her mouth away from Melody's with seemingly a great deal of reluctance.
Melody, in a startled trance, almost dropped the coffee cup before she could replace it on the saucer. Her eyes bugged at the sight of Susan, re-entering the kitchen, completely nude, a dildo strapped around her waist. It looked so realistic that Melody couldn't help but think that she had become a man and was sporting a huge erection.
"What are you going to do with that?"
Melody asked, her excitement evident in her voice.
"I'm going to fuck you with it," Susan grinned. "But all in good time. First, I have something else for you."
Melody trembled with excitement as Susan revealed from behind her back a white, penis-shaped vibrator. "Can I guess what you are going to do with that?" Melody asked, her cunt beginning to flutter in anticipation.
Melody hurriedly stripped off her jeans and sweater as Susan approached her with a sensuous grin. Panting with excitement, in seconds she was standing by the kitchen table, naked, eyeing first the life-like dildo, then the vibrator.
Susan placed the vibrator on the table and guided Melody to the table's edge.
"Sit right there on the edge, Melody, and spread your beautiful legs," Susan purred. "I want to get a good, close look at that lovely box."
Melody quickly complied. Susan sank slowly to her knees, positioning herself between Melody's spread legs. She reached up and ran her hands over Melody's nipples. There was nothing but pleasure under her touch, even now, after the bruising Simon had administered to them.
As Melody grew more excited from the caressing fingers over her nipples, Susan suddenly moved her tongue into high gear, driving it enthusiastically against Melody's cunt.
Soon the burning friction was getting to Melody as Susan let her tongue sweep with devastating zest around the lovely snatch. The sensations accelerated deep within Melody every time that Susan's tongue stroked against the hair-lined box.
"Tongue-fuck my pussy," Melody hissed through clenched teeth as she grabbed handfulls of Susan's hair and shoved her face hard against her steaming cunt. "Please, Susan, please. Work your tongue deep into my pussy. I need it so much. I love it so much!"
Several burning moments later, Melody released her juices from her mound, feeling a super sense of relief as Susan busily lapped up the gushing snatch juice.
After pleasurable minutes, Susan stood, smiling into Melody's face, she reached behind Melody and took the vibrator from the table. Wordlessly, Susan moved the vibrator around until it started to run.
Melody listened to the whirring sound as she eased back on the table until she was flat on her back, her legs dangling over the table's edge. She didn't have to wait long for Susan to gently insert the penis-like tip of the vibrator.
Susan slid the vibrator into her, working it around her twat. The longer that she circulated it, the more thrilled Melody became.
"Work it, baby," Melody breathed heavily, her body arching against the swirling machine. "Fuck me good. Oh my God! I'm about to juice, I'm going to shoot again. I feel like I'm going to blow up!"
Melody's body vibrated in unison with the gadget and then her juices shot from the pit of her box with explosive force. She drenched the vibrator with her love juices as her legs twisted and closed only to spread wide again and again.
Susan withdrew the vibrator and leaned forward, her weight resting across Melody's prone body. Their tits pressed together as Melody eagerly worked her mouth and tongue into Susan's mouth.
"Now, for the best part, my beautiful lover," Susan whispered. "I'm going to fuck you and have my eggs."
Melody laughed pleasantly. "What did you say, you lovely, sweet, little pregnant lady with the big man-cock?"
"My cock is loaded. It shoots."
"You're kidding?"
"No. I put some egg whites into this little pouch right here in the balls . When I press a switch, I juice. Just like a man."
"Must be why I'm an American," Melody chuckled. "We've got everything."
"We usually do when it comes to fucking.' "You are really going to fuck me with that thing, then shoot off egg whites into my cunt?"
"You bet your pretty ass, baby. And then you can relax while I finish my breakfast having him and eggs."
"Let's get this show on the road. I can't miss watching Roger get fucked by this egg beater."
They laughed together as Melody felt the huge dildo penetrate her spread cunt. Susan rammed the penis-like object forward, entering her as she gasped with joy.
Melody was amazed how well Susan could duplicate the fuck of a man, wiggling her hips from side to side, rotating her body as she plunged the dildo effectively inside her pussy She was perfect, proving again to Melody that only a woman could know exactly the best way to satisfy another woman. Susan fingered her asshole and gently rubbed her full rounded, perfectly shaped asscheeks with knowing caresses with her free hand.
"Goddamn!" Melody screamed, completely lost in the sensation of the double fucking action on her cunt and her ass. "You fuck so good. Man, can you fuck me! Keep driving that finger into my ass. It never gets enough attention!"
Back and forth Susan manipulated her fingers and as she did so, she kept up the incessant cock slamming. The fake phallus kept thundering forward, stabbing inside Melody's cunt with great excitement. She kept on driving it in firmly, exclaiming soon that she was going to juice herself.
"Now, now!" Susan screamed. "I'm going to come!"
Several strokes later, Melody felt Susan withdraw her finger from Melody's ass as Susan released the egg whites from the makeshift testicles.
Melody closed her eyes and found herself receiving the same kind of titillating sensations going through her as when a man would unleash his male juices inside her twat.
"Now, that's a great fuck." Susan laughed, withdrawing the dildo gently from Melody's spent crack.
"You bet your sweet ass, baby," Melody said mockingly as they both lapsed into renewed laughter.
Susan helped Melody off the table as they caught their breath. Melody limply sank down into a chair and grinned up at Susan. She reached out and Susan handed her the dildo. Their eyes locked and Melody knew she had the wife's permission before the question was even asked.
"May I?" Melody asked.
"My pleasure," Susan replied. "I'll help you reload it."
Loaded and strapped in place around her waist, Melody stood back and looked down at the huge shaft extending from herself and laughed. "Look at me, baby. I'm a red hot man with a hard-on that'll drive the chicks wild."
"You won't be laughing when you start applying that dong," Susan said. "You're going to lose yourself totally in your identity, honey, and you're going to be surprised just how much fun it's going to be to fuck instead of getting fucked. Know what I mean?"
"Time will tell," Melody said with a wink. "Lead me to the lucky lady."
They giggled through the house toward the bedroom and a sleepy, unsuspecting Roger.
It didn't take much coaxing to prepare Roger for what was coming. He grinned sheepishly at the first sight of his sister, the long dildo sticking straight out from between her legs. Comically, Melody stroked the dildo and said in husky tones, "I'm looking for ripe, young crack to stick my horny dick into. And since you can't keep a good man down, I've picked you, you pretty little thing."
They laughed, but Roger's laughing stopped as his sister approached him and the bed. Instead, he stared with bugged eyes and it was obvious to Melody that her brother was growing more and more excited. His own prick began to extend with gigantic leaps.
"Now, little thing," Melody teased as she climbed onto the bed. "Treat my big ol' thing real nice and he'll treat you nice in return. Start by giving him a soft, sexy kiss."
Susan have moved into the bedroom and Melody noticed that she had settled comfortably in a chair facing the action on the bed. She and Susan exchanged winks as Roger lowered his mouth to the head of the realistic dildo. His lips parted and enveloped the phony cockhead as Melody made a show of swooning in delight.
"Oh, pretty baby, that's real nice. I think I'm going to have to give you a nice big fuck for your kindness."
She guided Roger over on his stomach and directed him to spread his legs and pull his knees up until his manly, firm ass was sticking up, exposed and ready for her thrusting rampage.
Deliberately, Melody leaned forward and nudged the cock against Roger's tight asshole. His head was resting face-down on a pillow and a shiver of excitement swept through Melody's body as she surveyed his muscle-ribbed back. She ran her hands over the smooth, hard manly back as she steadied her position and lunged forward, heaving the phony tool deep into his asshole. The first few stabs felt kind of weird, but as soon as she began to find the range, consistently plunging and probing with the makeshift object into his ass, she performed gracefully like an old master.
She kept up" the thrusting, and soon, just like a man with an overpowering erection, she systematically started stepping up the pace. She plunged her cock inside Roger's ass, enjoying every stab. Roger writhed under her attack and moaned with each stroke. Melody's busy hands slid off his back and found a natural holding place on his crotch. If she had any doubt that Roger was enduring a painful experience, those doubts were quickly erased. Her hands, to her, delight, found a rock-hard erection and this one was the real thing. With one hand, she tugged gently on the dangling sac, fondling the full balls. Her other hand concentrated on the blood-gorged prick. She heard Roger's moans take on a new dimension as she used her grip to secure her position as she continued to frantically plunge in and out of his responding asshole.
"Fucking you is like milking a cow at the same time," Melody said with a laugh.
She felt Roger's explosion coming. The base of his shaft started to jerk and his body tensed. Melody acted quickly. She sank the dildo to the hilt inside his asshole and held her body in place as she let the egg whites fly. To her own surprise, a natural climax had built well up inside her boxy and was now flooding her clit and coating her pussyhole, and as the sea of white burst uninhibitedly from the dildo into his asshole and real man cum shot from Roger's pecker. The thick warmth of his cum covered her hand as Roger coHapsed under her weight.
Slowly, Melody withdrew the fake shaft from her brother's asshole only to feel his body jerk and twist repeatedly in renewed climax every few seconds.
"The old rope trick, little borther," she laughed as she finally freed the dildo from his hole. With a playful slap across his firm asscheeks, she said, "You're the best fuck I've ever had, sweetie."
Susan joined in their laughter. Melody glanced in her direction in time to see her fingers slip from her juicy cunt.
"I wanted to take some part in the action, even if it meant being an active spectator," Susan said under Melody's smiling stare.
The three shared another happy laugh.
Saturday had gotten off to an eventful start.
CHAPTER SIX
Roger barbequed hamburgers in the backyard at noon and Melody occupied herself with helping Susan in the kitchen. She continued to think through the assignment and how best to handle the problem. Periodically, she would glance through the front window and spot Simon Whitley waiting, watching.
They chatted happily over lunch as the day droned on. The time was slipping by and Melody was feeling the slight stirrings of panic tugging at her guts. She really hadn't decided anything definite. She knew she must tell Roger, or at least probe him about his job. It was still something she didn't wish to do in front of Susan.
That much of Melody's problem solved itself in early afternoon when Roger announced that the booze cabinet was getting bare. He asked Susan to correct the situation by heading for the liquor store. Melody graciously declined Susan's invitation to accompany her and thus she had her opportunity to speak with Roger privately.
"You two don't get carried away while I'm gone," Susan called from the back door as she headed for the garage and her trip to the store.
It was two-thirty. Melody decided she couldn't afford to stall any longer.
"Roger, we have to talk," she said, her voice grave.
"I could tell something was bothering you, Sis."
"I didn't know it showed."
"I know you pretty well. Besides, it's not like you to drop in for a cozy weekend all of a sudden. I figured you would talk when you were ready. Are you in some kind of trouble?"
She reached out and cupped his face in her ands and kissed him. He was concerned for her and her heart went out to him. He was really such an innocent. It was all she could do to keep from crying openly as she peered into his charming bright face, now clouded with concern for her.
She told him everything. She began with the assignment Whitley had given her. She asked him point blank if he had been leaking information to the opposition.
"That's the damnedest thing I've ever heard," Roger thundered. "Sis, you know my job. What information could I get? I'm a glorified secretary. I push paper. At best, I'm a useless expense."
"That's what I've been telling myself," Melody confessed. "The whole thing doesn't make sense."
"There must be some mistake," he offered. "No mistake. At least not from Whitley. He's been watching the house since I arrived."
"He what?"
"Outside right now. I bumped into him earlier this morning when I walked the streets."
"Sis, what did he say?"
"I have until six o'clock this evening to report to him with a definite plan. Then, at midnight tonight, I'm supposed to report back to him that the mission has been carried out and that you are terminated and that I have the name of your contact agent with the opposition."
"This is ridiculous. I don't know what to think."
Melody and Roger were still contemplating the mystery when Susan returned minutes later.
"Booze for all," she called out, entering the house. "Hope I'm not breaking up anything."
"That pretty mind of yours is always in the gutter," Roger said to his wife, a wide grin spread across his face.
"You complaining?" Susan asked, returning his smile.
"Well, I'm not complaining, because my mind ususally stays in the gutter," Melody said, moving across the room toward Susan. She helped stack the bottles in the bar.
"Susan, did you see anyone at the store?" Roger asked lightly.
"I think I'll mix myself a drink," Roger said, standing and moving towards the bar. "You ladies care to join me?"
"Too early for me, wino," Susan teased.
"I'll live dangerously," Melody said, stepping aside as Roger walked behind the bar and poured the drinks.
"You two go ahead. I've got some bedsheets to change." Susan winked and extended her hand to Roger's crotch. She gripped the material of his slacks in a light squeeze and kissed his cheek.
When she left the room, Melody nudged close to Roger.
"You're a lucky man, little brother," she said.
"You're telling me. She's been great for me, Sis. A guy couldn't be luckier having you for a sister and Susan for a wife."
"Never mind that now," Melody said. "We've got a problem. I gather Whitley is back on the street?"
"Yes. I couldn't see his face, but I saw the car and the outline of a man sitting behind the wheel. You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"He must have followed Susan."
"What does that mean, Sis?"
"It could mean the way we can get out of this thing."
"What?"
"Listen carefully. There's no time." Melody gulped her drink, then continued in hushed tones. "If he's tailing anyone who leaves the house, I may be able to divert him away from here while you and Susan slip off. Can you get a neighbor's car?"
"Sure, I suppose so."
"After my six o'clock meeting with Whitley, I'll come back and we'll wait an hour or so, then I'll get in your car and drive off. We'll have a chance, if he follows me. You will be watching from the window. If he does follow me, you can get Susan and get the hell out of here."
"What about you?"
"Don't worry. I'll be all right. We'll think of some place for you and Susan to wait until you hear from me. We'll take it one step at a time."
"But...."
"Here comes Susan."
Susan came back into the living room with a deck of cards.
"I can't thing of a better way to kill a Saturday afternoon," Melody said, surprised at herself for being thrilled at the idea in spite of the problems facing them. The realization made her think of her File Six and how much she would like to read what it had to say. Maybe it could explain why the prospect of sex always seemed more important to her than even a life and death situation. But it was all idle thinking, she decided, as she began going through the motions of playing cards and returning her real attention to her planned diversion.
The game was five-card draw. Low hand had to shed one article of clothing. Melody lost the first three hands and was sitting at the card table topless before Susan lost the following two hands.
"Are you sure Roger hasn't marked the deck?" Melody asked Susan with a smile.
"Tell her about the house rule, Susan," Roger said with a sheepish grin.
"The two losers pair off," Susan explained as Melody felt the familiar stirrings in her crotch. "The winner gets the pleasure of sitting here and thinking what a great card shark he is."
"In that case," Melody said, squirming in her chair, "I can't wait to lose."
Two hands later, Melody got her wish. She was totally nude. She walked to the bar, refreshed her drink, mildly interested in who her partner would be. She didn't have to wait long. Roger barked a playful curse as Susan clapped her hands together happily and gave out with a tiny squeal.
"I lose, but I win," she said, standing from the table and slipping off her panties.
"Don't look so sad, little brother," Melody said, approaching the card table and boldly dropping her hand into her brother's lap. She felt his hard-on through the cotton material of his shorts. She gently gave him a couple of sensuous strokes, then pecked a kiss on his forehead. "Maybe later Susan and I will find some way to put you to good use."
"Thanks a lot," Roger said. "In the meantime, I'll just sit her and play with myself."
"You're welcome to come and watch, lover," Susan said. "But I wouldn't want you to get too excited and cum all over yourself. We wouldn't want you to waste any of it."
Melody slid her arm around Susan's waist as they walked toward the bedroom. She kissed Susan's ear and whispered, "No dildo this time, my lovely. I have another idea in the art of girl fucking."
"I'm all yours."
Melody directed Susan down on the bed on her back, then she carefully placed her weight on top of her pregnant sister-in-law.
Melody looked into Susan's eyes and said softly, "You are a beautiful, beautiful girl. I've wanted to girl fuck you since the first time I saw you."
Susan groaned and rotated her hips beneath Melody as Melody lowered her face toward Susan's and slipped her tongue devastatingly inside Susan's mouth. Back and forth Melody's tongue whiplashed inside Susan's mouth, then she suddenly removed it.
"Now, just relax, my pretty little girl," Melody cooed. "You're going to be amazed at the body friction that will develop at what I'm about to do."
"And what are you about to do?" Susan asked, her voice eager.
"I'm going to glide my pussy over yours."
"Sounds wonderful."
"It's better than that. My snatch gliding against yours will drive us both crazy."
"All I've got to do is look at you, Melody, and I almost go crazy with desire."
Melody reached out and clutched Susan's buttocks, then lunged forward, allowing her pussy to come into contact with Susan's.
"Twist your body the same way I'm twisting mine," Melody exclaimed excitedly. "Twist back and forth, my precious baby. It's the strokesmanship that makes the fuck, just remember that."
"Oh, what super friction!"
"You'd better believe it, babe. Just keep rotating your lovely ass."
Melody continued to grip her asscheeks as they flipped their bodies back and forth. Melody's clitoris came into contact with Susan's and waves of sensational enthusiasm belted through them. Melody felt the sparks, and as they passed between them, she enjoyed the fucking that much more. Susan was absolutely perfect in the way that she manipulated her body, providing Melody with the greatest amount of pleasure possible.
They kept rotating back and forth, pushing themselves that much closer to climax. Then, suddenly, a few strokes later, Melody could hardly hold back her fluids any longer.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed. "I'm going to spill my juices, baby. Are you ready?"
"Yes, shit yes!" Susan yelled. "I'm going to cum against your lovely cunt!"
As Melody felt her orgasmic juice begin to flow, she leaned forward and plunged her lips against Susan's. It felt tremendous to have passionate lips meet hers just as she spilled her juices.
They locked in hungry embrace as their bodies drained, flooding their cunts which stayed plastered together. Melody buried her tongue again inside Susan's warm mouth.
As Melody slowly regained her breath, she felt hands on her asscheeks gently parting them and revealing her asshole.
"I owe you at least a blazing rim job, Sis," she heard Roger's voice say. "You don't have to move an inch. You are just perfect where you are."
"A rim job would be nice, little brother," she said, "but I suspect you won't stop with that."
"Wait and see...."
She closed her eyes and imagined his fiery red tongue moving towards her anus. Then, she felt his tongue there.
With hot flipping motions, he slipped his tongue inside her asshole. His spearing tongue was quickly working it's way high into her ass.
His first strokes were exploratory, but soon he was attacking her with everything that he had, unfurling his tongue to the greatest extent possible as it flipped inside Melody's asshole.
While the tongue worked feverishly inside the hot, female ass, she felt him working his fingers around her asscheeks, exploring the silky globes. She thrilled at the way he skillfully pinched her asscheeks as his tongue continued to plunge ever deeper into her anus.
Soon he was sending his surging tongue into her all the way, driving it in as far as physically possible.
"Suck it, little brother," Melody cried out hoarsely. "Please keep rimming me with that long, hot tongue. Slide it hard into my tight asshole!"
He darted his tongue with consistent rapidity, constantly thrusting it in and out, and deeper and deeper, his face buried between the lovely crack in her asscheeks.
As the spirited movements continued unabatedly, he began pinching her asscheeks harder than ever. His fingers slid with determination around her buttocks. She knew he was thrilling from the touch of her smooth, passionate, firm warm skin. It felt good to have his fingers gripping her ass, as it provided an extra dimension of satisfaction for her while he kept up the spirited ass sucking.
Soon, Melody's arms trembled and her clit jerked uncontrollably. Her pussy was promising still another climax and she longed for her brother's long, hard dick.
"Give me your cock, please, give it to me," she pleaded. "I need it up my tight asshole. Please shove it into me. All the way!"
Teasingly, he continued to rim her ass with his tongue for several seconds which seemed like hours to Melody. Her juices were gathering again and she wanted to feel the fullness of his stiff prick deep inside her buttocks.
Finally, he withdrew his tongue and immediately, Melody felt its replacement. The huge, smooth head of his penis was firmly pushing at her anus opening and she relaxed to make it easier for him. His hands tightened on her asscheeks and then he plunged forward, ramming his blood-gorged member deep into her asshole. She cried out in joy as his length filled her hole and she started to slowly grind her hips in response, her pussy gliding again over Susan's still-wet and warm nest.
Within seconds, all three of them were groaning and writhing in delight under the mutual sensations they were sending through each other's body.
"Jesus, I can't hold it back much longer!" Melody shouted.
At that instant, she felt her asshole flood with the onslaught of her brother's thick, hot cum. Her tight asshole gripping his peter allowed her to feel each throb and jerk of his member as it shot it's load of creamy joy juice deep inside her anus. Their cries of joy mingled and finally they relaxed in one happy, tired heap on the bed, duly spent and relieved.
It was an hour later before Melody and Roger allowed the realities of the day to concern them. And, by then, it was five-thirty.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At six that evening Melody walked out the front door of her brother's home and strolled down the sidewalk. She noticed Whitley perched behind the wheel of the same car he had been in all day. Casually, Melody continued to walk down the street of the pleasant neighborhood, resisting the urge to turn around and watch for Whitley.
She braced herself for a sudden squeal of tires, like her experience earlier that morning. But, after pacing approximately two blocks of her walk, she had still not been greeted by Simon.
Melody turned and looked back up the street. Her heart pounded and her pulse quicked. Roger was leaning against the car, his head appeared to be inside the opened window as if he was engaged in a very private conversation with the driver of the car.
She raced toward the scene, forgetting for the moment any worries of causing a disturbance in the quiet neighborhood. What the fuck was Roger doing? The question caused her instant fear to slowly turn into anger. Roger was going to get himself killed!
The thought registered in her mind and she couldn't shake it. She tried to hurry, but like running in a dream, her feet seemed to be bogged down and heavy. Her vision viewed Roger slowly standing back from Simon's car and then Simon climbing from the car and facing her brother on the street.
What was happening?
The two men were walking across the street toward the house when Melody finally caught up to them. Roger glanced at her and smiled broadly.
"I decided to take the offensive, Sis. Did you really think I was going to sit back and let you take all the risks?"
"Roger, for God's sake, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Calm down, Sis. Your friend here has just accepted my invitation to come to dinner." Roger's voice turned cold as her addressed Whitley. "Keep moving, prick."
Melody suddenly saw Roger's hidden hand jerk from the depths of his coat pocket. She glanced into Simon's face and noticed a similiar twitch under his eye that she had seen earlier on her brother's face. His face was grave, his lips clenched tight as he moved forward. Roger stayed right with him as Melody followed behind a few feet as they neared the house.
"You better call your kid brother off, Melody," Whitley warned. "If something happens to me, every agent in this sector will converge on this place like ants at a picnic."
"Shut up and keep moving," Roger threatened, jamming what must have been a gun into Whitley's ribs. They entered the house. Melody closed the door behind them and before she knew what was happening, her brother whipped his hand from his pocket and crashed it down on the top of Whitley's skull. Melody had seen a glimpse of metal flash from her brother's hand and she saw Whitley topple to the floor like a dead bird. His knees collapsed and the next second he was sprawled across the carpet, silent and still. "Roger," she began.
"Don't worry, Sis. I didn't know what else to do with him. I didn't want to risk tying him up. He's out cold for now and it will give us time to think what to do next."
Melody's mind was still reeling from the montage of events she had just witnessed when Susan entered the living room from the kitchen. Her expression was clouded and then she saw the man on the floor. Her eyes bugged wide and she stood in a frozen trance. The pan she was carrying dropped from her hands as if she had just lost the ability to grip. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then, abruptly, there was a sound. A horrendous scream thundered from deep in her lungs as her arms flew into an uncontrollable frenzey. She lunged forward, diving at Simon's unconscious body. She pounced on him and immediately began clawing and kicking him as the guttural scream continued to roar from her now foaming mouth.
Melody's trained impulses took over. She grabbed Susan's arm and twisted it behind her back, forcing Susan to come completely off the floor. She kept the vise-like hold on Susan as she guided her out of the living room as Roger stood in virtual shock, his mouth propped out, his eyes wide with surprise, the events incomprehensible to him.
In the bedroom, Melody jerked Susan around and slapped her face, firmly and crisply twice, then caught the sagging body and guided her to the bed. She worked quickly, on instinct and training as she moved to the closet and pulled a belt from a pair of Roger's slacks. Quickly, she bound Susan's hands together behind her back, then flipped Susan over on her back. She peered into Susan's face and saw that the pregnant girl was conscious, but extremely dazed. The vacant stare, the foaming mouth, the frenzied attack were the missing pieces of answers Melody had been wondering about for twenty-four hours. Some things were beginning to add up.
Melody was rapidly becoming detached from the people involved and her trained mind was beginning to snap the pieces together.
She hurried from the bedroom and found Roger busy at the bar, visibly shaken and at a loss as to what should be done. Whitley was still unconscious and on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked, dazed.
Melody didn't stop to answer. Instead, she quickly jerked Whitley's belt from his slacks and hurriedly clasped his hands behind his back. She stripped his tie and knotted it securely around his ankles, then eyed her brother.
"What's happening, Sis?"
"I should be asking you."
"What does that mean?"
Melody moved slowly toward her brother. She watched him nervously gulp his drink. She faced him directly.
"For starters, Roger, why did you approach Whitley?"
"It seems like the thing to do. I wasn't about to run from my own home. I don't care if he is with the Company. There are still limits to what a man can take. I wasn't about to turn tail and duck out, all the while my wife wondering what in the fuck is going on."
"So, you decided to take matters into your own hands."
"That's exactly right. You were going to do it."
Melody peered hard into his face, listening to his words.
"I understand," she said softly.
She helped herself to a drink and again looked into Roger's face as she spoke.
"Can you explain Susan's reaction?"
"She has never done that, Sis. I've never seen her like that. The only thing I can image is that the guy brought back some memory of the time she was raped. She has been talking about it this weekend and obviously it's on her mind. So, when she saw this strange man knocked out on the floor, she just flew into a rage."
"Roger," Melody began after several silent moments. "Susan was attacked in Milwaukee."
"That's right."
"I've been thinking back, trying to remember. I think Simon was in Milwaukee about the time Susan was raped. He was working the Domestic Sector in that area at any rate. As soon as he comes to, I'll find out for sure. But, I believe it's possible he could be the very man who called on Susan's mother that day and ended up getting both whore and whore's daughter."
"What?"
"That's the only way things make sense."
"I don't understand."
"I'm not sure if I do. But this is the way it's adding up. Simon happened across a willing pro during his beat days in and around Milwaukee and one day he paid her a visit to kill some time. He freaked out, beat the pro to a pulp and was washing up when the pro's daughter came home unexpectedly. Seeing the young cherry, he got excited again and repeated his number on the daughter, then left on his merry little way."
"All right, Sis, but is Whitley capable of such behavior?"
"Little brother, one thing I've learned, we are all capable of just about any kind of behavior you can imagine. The thing that bothers me, is I could tell with one glance at Simon's File Six if he is a latent sadist or exactly what he is. He's never led me to believe he was anything but a meek little lamb."
"His File Six?"
"Yes, it's got every psychological...."
"I know about File Six, Sis," Roger said, cutting her off. I feed File Six data into the Company computers. It's part of my job."
It was Melody's turn to be shocked.
"You what?"
"It's part of my job," Roger repeated.
"Now it fits," Melody said. "Come with me, little brother and I'll educate you on part of my job."
Melody approached Whitley's unconscious form on the floor. She reached down and delivered two sharp slaps to his face and kicked him roughly in the ribs. He stirred and slowly groggled his way into consciousness.
"Simon, it's time for us to have a little talk," Melody said, standing over the man's body as he blinked open his eyes. "Get me a nice long, sharp knife, Roger."
Melody watched as Simon tugged on the restraints binding together his legs and hands. She took the butcher knife from Roger when he came back into the living room from the kitchen. She bent down over Simon and placed the pointed end of the long knife blade directly at the base of Simon's neck. She watched with detached observation as his eyes swelled in horror.
"I don't feel like wasting time, Simon," Melody said in a cold tone. "You only get one chance to get your story straight. Now, did you beat and rape Susan in Milwaukee a few years ago?"
Simon gulped, his eyes bulging on the knife blade. He screamed in terror as Melody sliced the blade sharply down, peeling his shirt into a neat half from the collar to the waistband of his slacks.
"Yes, yes!" he screamed.
The soft material of his shirt parted easily against the knife's sharp blade and Melody saw that a red streak down Simon's chest and stomach traced the knife's trail. The long cut in his skin oozed blood as Melody jerked open Simon's slacks, yanked the fly open and placed the cold knife on the crotch seam of his slacks.
"Was this assignment designed for me to get rid of Roger so he wouldn't find interesting things about you in your File Six and start to piece together that you had raped and beat his wife?"
Before hearing his answer, Melody jerked the knife steadily down the pants leg, ripping the material and again slicing slightly through the flesh of his inside left leg.
"Yess, goddammit, yes!" Simon blurted, his head rocking wildly.
Melody repeated her action with the knife on Simon's right leg, then peeled back the sliced threads of his clothing, fully exposing his near-naked body and the three long knife cuts running the length of his chest and legs.
"I'm about out of clothing to cut, Simon," Melody said sweetly as she leaned down again and placed the knife blade against the top of his underwear briefs. "For your sake, you better hope I have only one more question. Because after this, I have to start cutting on your body."
"Please," Simon begged. "I've told you everything." His words gushed from his mouth, squeezing together in a mad rush to get through his lips. "I didn't want Roger to, suspect me, but as long as he worked at the agency, I was afraid his wife and I might some day bump into each other. I knew she would remember and I couldn't risk whatever her reaction might be. I couldn't risk just killing her. I had to have the authorization of the agency behind me to make a move."
"And that's when you dreamed up this little assignment for me," Melody said, matter-of-factly. "You told me Roger was leaking information to the opposition and it had been ordered for me to terminate him. Then, what about Susan?"
"That was the simple part," Simon said, his voice striving to be helpful. "I was going to convince you that we had new evidence that Susan was Roger's contact with the opposition. I knew you could kill her easier than you could Roger. I was going to let you forget about terminating Roger after you took care of Susan. The only stipulation to that I was going to make was for you to convince Roger to leave the agency. I figured you would help gladly with that little detail in exchange for not terminating him."
"Very neat package, Simon," Melody said as her hand gripped the knife and sliced through the cotton material of his shorts.
He yelped in horror as the blade glazed neatly across his pubic patch, just missing his flaccid penis.
"But what if I had already terminated Roger? What then? Did you figure I would just go ahead and kill her so I could bat a thousand for the day?"
"I was hoping," he sputtered, his words coming in heaves now, shaking from fright, "that I could convince you she was the rea reason Roger had to be terminated in the firs place. Then, after you realized it was her fau Roger was dead, you would gladly finish her.
"I admire your inventiveness, dear Simon,' Melody said, lazily encircling the pointed knife blade around his nipples. "Do you believe he is telling us everything, little brother?"
"I suppose it all makes sense, Sis," Roge said, gaping down at what was taking place on the floor.
Melody quickly pulled off her pants and straddled the bound and horrified Whitley. Sh sat heavily on his stomach and dropped the knife to the floor beside Whitley. She pulled her sweater off and her luscious tits flopped into view.
"If anything else comes to mind, Simon, you better speak now. Because in a few minutes, you won't be able to say anything."
"I've told you everything, Melody," Simon shouted. "Please, what are you going to do? Let me go! Please! I'll disappear. I'll leave the agency! No one will ever hear from me again! I swear to God! Please!"
"Don't worry, Simon," Melody said, slapping his face, first with one hand, then the other, knocking his head from side to side. "No one will ever hear from you. And please don't think I'm going to do anything permanently damaging to you. I intend to let Susan have a little conference with you later. But now, there's one small thing I need from you. You do it so well."
She stepped up the pace of her slapping. Faster and harder the open palm of her hands alternatingly struck both sides of his face, deeply reddening his cheeks with the stunning blows. No less than a hundred blows rocked each of his cheeks before Melody stopped slapping his face. Then, she gently placed her hands over his cheeks.
"Yes, darling Simon. Your face is very hot now. It should be a comfort to my asshole. I don't have to remind you that I expect your tongue to perform better than ever before."
Melody pulled forward, scrapping her crotch up his chest, then over his face. She rubbed her pussy across his face roughly a couple of times, then spread her legs up into a squatting position above his inflamed face. She parted her asscheeks with her hands and aimed her tiny, dark asshole at his mouth. She settled heavily in place and allowed her asscheeks to envelope his face, which was still very warm from her stinging slaps. She squirmed roughly, grinding her lovely ass hard onto his mouth and pressed her hands against the top of his near buried head.
"Work your tongue, Simon. Work it hard and good. It has no other place to go."
She arched her back slightly and managed to suppress a groan of pleasure as she felt his tongue dart into her puckered asshole. His tongue quickly buried itself deeply into her anus and she began squirming and rotating her hips, hungrily gobbling up his tongue. Her asscheeks felt the warm sensation of his reddened face against the soft skin and she could no longer contain her moans of joy. She thrashed and writhed on his face as his tongue frantically massaged her asshole with penetrating plunges and eager licks. His lips sucked on her tiny hole, providing wonderful pressure to her asshole.
Soon, her pussy started to dampen and her clit joyously quivered. Melody slid her body back roughly, forcing his tongue and mouth to abandon her asshole and concentrate now on her wet, salty pussy. She didn't relieve his burden as she kept her weight firmly in place on his mouth. His tongue widely licked her cunt, coating her pussy hair with his thick saliva. She moved from a squatting position as she flattened her legs out in split fashion on either side of Whitley's imprisoned head.
Her soft hot vagina soon accepted his tongue deep inside and she shivered with delight as she felt his tongue push against her sensitive cunt walls. His tongue discovered her lovely, excited clitoris and her entire cunt shook in a continual series of contracting and expanding vibrations.
"Don't you dare stop, you prick! Go faster!" she demanded as her body entwined and twisted itself in ah directions. At short intervals she bent her body so high in the air and then closed her beautiful thighs to again encase his head tightly as to almost choke and stifle Simon. Brutally, her violent body movements erased over the stinging flesh of his face with non-stop instensity. His tongue continued to pass and flick across her clit with great speed and she could by now feel her clit enlarge and stiffen considerably. Her movements were so violent that her feet kept hitting Simon's prone body and occasionally squarely striking his groin. At first, she was vaguely aware of this and made conscious efforts as she twisted around on his face to hit his dick and balls with her feet and even her hands. But, as his tonguing continued and her clit swelled and her cunt flooded, she began to move without thought or plan. She was turning and twisting her body around as if trying to screw herself into his face.
Then, she felt and experienced the gush from deep within her hot cunt. An enormous flow of hot fluid cascaded from the depths of her pussy, flooding her clit and sensitive cunt lips and bathing Simon's mouth and face.
"Suck it all up, you bastard asshole licker!" she screamed as the fruits of her climax swept from her body, leaving her tingling in satisfaction and relief.
Melody moaned and groaned and sank slowly but steadily down on Simon in a state of collapse, with her legs as far apart as possible. She rested for several seconds, almost lifeless, before finally releasing Simon's head from the fleshy prison she had so thoroughly entrapped him in.
"Jesus, Sis," Roger said, his voice edged with excitement. "How do you explain that?"
Melody got to her feet, a bit shakily, then followed her brother's gaze toward Whitley's crotch. There she saw his rigid hard-on, sticking straight and tall. She reached out and gently caressed the thick pole and winked up at her brother.
She continued the soft stroking and unhurried manipulations on Simon's cock for several minutes. Whitley's seconds of gulping breaths of air evolved rapidly into pantings of marvelous sensation as Melody expertly caressed his flaming dick.
Then, without warning, Melody's hand tightened on the staff and her fingernails dug into the soft, sensitive fleshy underside of his cock. Rapidly, she jerked her other hand into a vise-like grip on his nuts and gave them a sharp twist and squeezed.
Whitley's reaction was immediate. His panting of desire abruptly changed into a deep guttural scream that pierced the house with a wounded animal-like cry of ungodly pain and torture.
Melody jerked her hands away and Simon's inhuman scream continued as his entire body stiffened. She stood and faced her brother with a smile.
"We all like to be abused sometime, little brother. Even sadists enjoy having the tables turned occasionally. Not to say anything about some of us who consider ourselves rather straight and square."
With a broadening grin and another wink, she stepped up to Roger and placed her hand on his crotch. He jerked back momentarily as her hand lightly squeezed his tremendous hard-on through his slacks.
"See what I mean?" she tested, her thumb flickering across his fly.
"Melody, what do we do now?" Roger's face clouded with concern, belying the true nature of his erotic desires.
"Let's check on Susan." She took her brother's hand and led him from the room. "Do you feel all right? I mean, are things clearing a little?"
"I think so. You know, this has been one helluva weekend. When you come to visit, Sis, things are anything but dull."
She looked into her brother's smiling face and felt a familiar warmth and affection which she knew would never evaporate.
"Sis, what will this do to Susan? She was doing great. We had a perfect life until a couple of hours ago and now I just don't know. Will seeing Whitley again and all the terrible things that happened to her be relieved? Well, will she be able to get over it?"
"Roger, I'm no expert, but I've gotten to know Susan pretty well the last couple of days. I think she will be able to cope with the situation just fine. Anyway, all we can do is ask her."
They went into the bedroom and looked down at Susan lying on the bed. She was conscious, staring back at them, wordlessly. Melody moved toward her and touched her gently on the forehead.
"Are you all right?" Melody asked softly, peering into Susan's eyes.
Susan nodded. "Where is Roger?" she asked, lifting her head up from the pillow.
"Right here, babe," he said, hurrying to the bed. He took her hand in his and softly caressed it as he peered with loving concern into her face. They smiled warmly.
Melody viewed the reaction with relief. If her guess was right, Susan was already well on the way to being over the shock of seeing Whitley and the rage it had put her through.
"Well, welcome back," Melody said cheerfully.
"Melody, what happened?" Susan asked, as Roger busily fumbled with the belt binding his wife.
Melody sat on the bed beside Susan and told her everything. She repeated how Whitley had made up an assignment which called for Roger's termination. She described how Whitley had been watching the house the entire weekend and why he had wanted Roger lolled.
Susan listened intently, then remained silent for long seconds after Melody had finished.
Finally, she spoke. "Were you really going to kill us, Melody?"
"Deep down, I knew I never could, Susan. And that's been puzzling me since early this morning."
"What? That you couldn't bring yourself to kill us?" Roger asked in mocked surprise.
"No, silly," she retorted. "What puzzled me was that Whitley must have realized that I actually terminate you and Susan, regardless of the assignment he had given me. He kept telling me I was the logical one for the assignment. That you would never suspect me of being sent by the agency to terminate you. Remember, you were supposed to know exactly what you had been doing. I was surprised to find you so well at ease. I had pictured you as nervously bumping around the house, jumping each time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door. Instead, I found the same old-lovely Roger. And I guess that's when I really started to question this assignment."
"What puzzled you? That Whitley should have known you couldn't kill Roger?" Susan asked.
"Exactly. But, I finally figured it out. Not until a few minutes ago, but I finally fingured it out and it ain't pretty. But, none of this whole rotten thing is."
"Well, don't keep us in suspense," Roger said, pulling his wife into his arms and lovingly embracing her as they looked up at Melody.
"He would never admit it, no matter what I would do to him, but I know he was planning to terminate me. That's the only way everything fits."
"But how? Why?" Roger asked. "He wouldn't need to terminate you, Sis."
"How would he do it, Melody?" Susan asked. "How could he justify that to the agency?"
"First of all, by terminating me, Simon would knot up all the loose ends. The way his plan could have worked was for me to terminate Roger. Then, by his own admission, he would convince me that you, Susan, were Roger's opposition contact and thereby responsible for Roger's termination. That would cause me to come running back in here and immediately kill you. Chances are, Simon would have followed me back in here and actually watched as I killed you, then immediately he would have terminated me."
"All right," Roger said, occupying himself with Susan's right tit. "There would be a suburban house with three dead bodies. What would do then?"
"Simple. He would have slipped out the back after dark, made his way to another car he's surely got stashed within a few blocks of here and head out for the nearest agency 'safehouse.' From there he would have called the local police and either reported the mass murder or at least something suspicious at this address. The Police would discover the bodies and probably figure a weird family squabble ensued and chalk it up to outraged jealousy during a sex orgy."
"But the car across the street? Surely, some of the neighbors could recall seeing it parked there most of the weekend and maybe even a description of Whitley," Roger said.
"That car is sterile."
"What does that mean?" Susan asked.
"It's a clean car," Melody said. "It's standard procedure within the Company, at least with field agents. The car is a fake. A planted car. It would show up as either stolen from some phony person across the country or not at all. It would provide a solid dead end to police investigation."
"Wouldn't that fact alone lead the police to suspect the agency's involvement? Especially when they check and discover that both you and I work for the Company."
Melody smiled and winked at Susan. "I just love your innocence, little brother. I must be some of your charm. Sweety, the cops would discover that you work for some insurance company and that I work for some massage parlor. Phony work files and records are available at a variety of legitimate companies on every employee of the Company. These legit businesses are really owned by the Company. They are fronts. The cops would find no connection."
"Live and learn, I always say," Roger said with a sigh as he continued to finger Susan's now erect nipple.
"What about that man, Melody?" Susan asked. "Is he still in the house?"
"That poses an interesting question, Susan," Melody said, exchanging quick glances with Roger. "I kind of promised Simon that you might like to have a few words with him before we dispose of him."
"I don't want to ever see him again. I don't think I could bear it. I've seen that face in nightmares for years and I just want to try and forget."
"I understand, Susan. And I don't blame you."
"What are we going to do with him, Sis?"
"I suggest you and Susan let me worry about Simon. Roger, you should suggest ways in which you and I can try to help Susan forget about her past once and for all."
"I've got a few suggestions in that area," Susan said with a sly smile as she slowly parted her legs.
"You two start without me," Melody said. "I'm going to check on our house guest."
Roger immediately started to help Susan off with her clothes as Melody left the bedroom. She found Simon still in position on the floor. The blood from the cuts on his skin had dried and caked along the long marks. His eyes widened and froze on Melody's presence. She stared down at him with hard eyes, then approached him with a menacing glare.
"You blew it, Simon," she said. "You had everything worked out so neatly and you blew it. What will Father say?"
"Father knows nothing about this." His words came between clenched lips.
"Father knows everything. You know that. You know what he thinks of failure too. Don't you? What do you suppose his reaction would be to all of your bungling now with all the heat from the Congressional hearings and all the bad newspaper coverage. The press and the Congress breathing down the Company's neck and you running around terminating agents domestically just to cover up your own perversions. Father wouldn't be very gentle with you, Simon. I don't think I'm surprising you."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't have to do anything, Simon. But I'm sentimental. I have a soft spot in my heart for any man who eats pussy as well as you do. So, I'm not going to dump you off in Father's office and I'm not going to torture you. We are going for a little drive and you will take me to the nearest 'safehouse' and from there we will say our farewells."
It was dark outside and from the sounds coming from the bedroom, Melody could tell that Roger and Susan were pleasantly preoccupied and that Susan was apparently well on the road to recovery from any unpleasantness the sudden reappearance of Whitley had caused.
She tugged Whitley to his feet and cut the knotted tie from his ankle with the butcher knife she had left behind from her earlier torture of Whitley. She held his arm as they left the house and headed for the agency car still parked across the street. She guided Whitley into the front seat as she sat behind the wheel.
Following his subdued directions, she drove to an unpretenuous house in a modest section of Alexandria, Virginia. The drive was approximately twenty miles from Roger's home and the traffic was predictably heavy on this Saturday night.
Once inside the cozy house, Melody led Whitley upstairs to a bedroom where she shoved him onto the bed. Then, she made a thorough inspection throughout the house. In a downstairs desk she found a loaded .44 complete with silencer. She bolted the front and back doors, then headed toward Simon and the bedroom.
She made no attempt to hide the gun from Simon's view as she stepped inside the bedroom and wordlessly started to strip. Naked, she walked up to the bed and tossed the gun casually down beside the man's body.
Melody reached between Simon's legs and cupped his limp prick and manipulated his meaty balls. Within seconds, the man's organ began to respond. His breathing came in short gasps as his member grew rigid. Expertly, her fingers glided over the silky shaft, occasionally rubbing and kneading his balls. With her other hand, she traced her fingers provocatively over his hairy chest, paying special attention to his manly nipples. She watched in fascination as they hardened and grew erect just as her own nipples under similar care and fondling.
There was nothing to say as Melody continued to stroke Simon's horny hard-on, delighting him with her thrilling manipulations. She remained standing beside the bed, exposing her beautiful nudity to him. Endlessly, she stroked his prick, her fingers constantly busy flicking over the ivory-coated shaft. Slowly, her other hand traced down his chest, over his stomach until it reached his pubic area and his stiff prick. As the fingers of her right hand worked diligently over his pecker, she reached out with her left hand and started tickling his balls. She worked her fingers with conviction and grace both on his cock and balls, running the fingers in soft, gentle exploratory movements.
Melody knew men. It was her primary job and major talent. She had no illusions as to why the agency provided her with certain kinds of assignments. The Company was highly skilled in utilizing the best talents of its field agents and now Melody was plying her talent to the fullest. She knew that if a girl really knew what she was doing, she could get a man a lot more excited during the foreplay than other women could during the actual real thing.
Without a word, she lowered her head toward his prick and gave his balls a gentle squeeze as she began running her tongue over the end of his dick. She concentrated on the nozzle, giving him some good suction, but making sure that she didn't go to work too rapidly on his hard pecker. Just a sample of good cocksucking was what Melody had in mind. She wanted to keep him hard and excited long enough to do a good job on her. It would be a shame, she knew, to waste such a precious hard cock without getting some satisfaction. She also knew that Simon was anything but an innocent. He knew the ropes and without saying anything, she was sure he had gotten the message with the gun. He had to know this was his last fuck. Melody didn't want that little fact to bother him to the extent that it affected his dick's duties.
Without moving her lips from his peter, she eased her body on the bed between his spread legs. Slowly, she slid her tongue tip down the length of his shaft until she reached his nuts. She began to fondle and suck alternately on his balls for several strokes.
Within seconds, this was driving Whitley mad with desire. His legs thrashed against Melody's body and his body arched and twisted. It was almost a humorous sight, what with his hands still securely bound behind his back. His hard breathing became loud moans and groans of pleasure as she continued to work her mouth and tongue on his balls.
Gradually, she worked her tongue away from his nuts and up and down his spear. Her tongue encircled the thick base of his dick as her hands replaced the position on his balls where her mouth had just been. She reached down with her fingers of both hands and let them go to work over his balls.
Drinking a man's cream had always excited Melody, if she liked the man. She always enjoyed the anticipation of receiving his load in her mouth and gulping it down. She had sucked hundreds of hard cocks and with the guys she liked, she had longed to have their hot fluid juice in her mouth. It gave her an exciting power as if she was sucking their very essence from their own bodies into hers. But with Whitley, the last thing she wanted was for him to cum in her mouth.
She drew on her vast knowledge of men to determine when Whitley was ready to unload his cum and as the moment neared, she jerked her mouth away from his dick and brought her hands quickly away from his balls. She gripped her hands in a stranglehold vise around the thick base of his shaft. She choked his pecker with ail of her strength, cutting off the flow of his juice, constricting his release and making his climax impossible. His mouth twisted and he moaned with pain form the pressure she was applying to his peter. Her grip was so intense, that soon his once mighty shaft was slowly growing limp around her clutching hands.
When his excitement had subsided beyond the point of obviousness, she again started flicking her tongue at the reddened head of his penis. She quickly increased the pace of her action and then drove her tongue at the most devastating clip imaginable, bobbing her head up and down over his cock. As she continued to lash away at his prick with her tongue, she steadily maintained the finger action on his balls as well. She enjoyed the smooth, flowing, rhythmic contact of her fingers against his balls, and as she continued to suck on his dick, she observed that his body was trembling more rapidly than ever. It meant that he couldn't withstand the pace much longer. She could see the tension within him reaching a fever pitch again. As the itching mounted within his cock and balls, his legs began to tremble. She drove him right to the edge a second time, then jerked herself off his prick and balls and choked his cock again at the base.
Three more times, she worked him into a frenzy of desire only to choke off his climax and painfully restrict his release. Melody loved the way he screamed with desire, and laughed. Sadistically, she toyed with his pecker, working it into a rigid, penetrating readiness and then shrinking it to red limpness.
His balls seemed unusually bloated as they ballooned against the delicate skin of his hairy bag. She visualized the flood of thick, hot cream packed inside his bag, drowning his balls and driving him wild with the desire to release the heavy load. One final time, she brought him to a steady erection, but this time, she purposely stopped well short of his climax.
Melody eased herself up from the position between his legs and moved over his body, rubbing her snatch roughly over his pecker and stomach and chest until her cunt lips were no more than two inches above his mouth. She observed him as his tongue parted his lips and he readied for the contact with her beautiful pussy.
"Not so fast, lover," Melody spoke for the first time since they entered the 'safe house.'
"My hot little cunt has something else in mind first, sugar lips. Better open up wide, baby. Hope you have worked up a big thirst." Melody relaxed and immediately hot urine gushed forth, splashing noisily on Simon's face. She adjusted her aim quickly and the fluid hit directly into his mouth. He gagged initially and nearly choked before he started gulping her piss down his throat. Her stream of piss flooded him for several seconds until the urine dropped from her snatch in regular trickles, then a drop at a time. She relieved herself totally into his mouth, then dropped herself heavily on his piss-wet mouth and snapped, "Dry me off, lover. And see if you can, be softer than before."
She felt his tongue lazily lick across her wet pussy hairs. After several strokes of his tongue, Melody flattened her pussy directly on Simon's mouth, forcing his tongue to penetrate her lovely, hot cunt lips.
"Maybe you like my asshole better, lover," she said harshly after enduring his lazy efforts. Immediately, she pulled herself forward over his face until her asshole was covering his mouth. "Show some life, ass-licker, or you'll die with a hard-on."
As Simon's efforts intensified, a thrilling tingle began to tingle throughout Melody's body. She shivered slightly and her cunt walls involuntarily contracted repeatedly. Her pussy started to juice and her desire was mounting.
She knew she was the last woman Simon would fuck, would eat, see or feel. That realization excited her and caused her own desire to swell so rapidly. The power she was experiencing over him worked miracles that his tongue could never hope to equal. Yet, with his death near, she had managed to bring his cock to full, ultimate excitement and stimulation. A quick glance over her shoulder verified the results of her actions. His cock was still rock-hard, hungry for release, even though it was the release that would mark his death. Surely, he must know what was going to happen, Melody told herself as the tension within her body kept building.
To be the last, single thing Simon Whitley would see in his life gave her an unexplained thrill and excitement. She rotated her hips, grinding her lovely ass hard into his face as she continued to think of it. He would soon be performing his last living function with her, and then she would end his life.
Abruptly, she slid her ass away from his mouth and replaced it with her wet cunt. His tongue never missed a stroke as it darted into her spread pussy lips. She met his tongue thrust with a mild flood of her love juice. His tongue immediately discovered her drenched clit and his concentrated efforts on the seat of her desire caused another instant flood as her body writhed and was racked with the joy of another climax.
She remained firmly in place on his mouth, enjoying the manipulations of his tongue as she slowly built toward yet another orgasm. One thing she would always remember about Simon was the super way he could eat pussy. He was on the best cunt-lappers she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. For that, she was almost sorry he would never again work the magic of his tongue over her clit or never again feel his tongue penetrate the tight opening of her asshole.
As her thoughts wandered, she thought of Roger and Susan and what the man beneath her had tried to do to them. The rationale of her training took control and she mentally realized that a good pussy-eater could always be taught, but nothing could ever replace the one and only man she would ever really love.
She pulled herself away from Simon's mouth just as her pussy walls started to shudder once again. Plenty of time for another climax, she told herself as she raked her luscious snatch down over his chest and stomach and toward his erect pole.
She inched her body up until her cunt was looking down on the head of his hard penis.
Without more hesitation, she dropped herself heavily down, engulfing his prick with one mighty stroke. Her slippery, fluid-washed pussy lips parted easily around the huge tool as a startled Whitley belched a cry of discomfort at her roughness. His dry cock was imbedded to the hilt in her warm, wet crack. She sat still for long seconds, her weight resting hard and heavy across his loins. Slowly, she rotated her hips, the smooth flesh of her asscheeks rubbing across his pubic patch and igniting a pleasant degree of friction against her outer cunt lips.
Melody closed her eyes, isolating her thoughts on feeling his thickness buried in her cunt. His cock seemed to swell inside of her and it was like she was impaled by a thick, burning hot fireplace poker. Her cunt walls seemed stretched to the limit as they encased .his manhood. It didn't take long and before she had worked up much speed with her rotating movements, her cunt was flooding with her joy juice again. Her body thundered and instantly his pubic hair was a tangle of matted wetness beneath her soft skin.
She reached her monumental climax quickly, then slowly inched herself up, slidding against his peter. She flexed her pussy walls and cunt lips, urging them to grip his cock with all the strength of a dick-crazed cunt. She kept pulling her body up as her cunt continued to grip his cock, tugging its delicate skin. At last, she had withdrawn herself to the point that only the top tip of his penis was still inside her pussy.
Melody rotated her hips in a wide circle, her cunt holding tightly the imprisoned head of Simon's cock. Then without warning, she loosened her cunt walls and dropped her .weight back down on the hard shaft, taking it all in with one hard stroke. Her ass hit his loins and immediately she shot back up, her pussy ravishing his pecker until she again rested at the tip of his cock.
She repeated this procedure countless times, gradually increasing the tempo of her strokes up and down on his rigid penis. His moans and groans of delight mingled with hers as she continued to fuck him. There could be little doubt who was getting fucked. Simon was completely at her mercy. His hands, despite his tremendous straining and struggling, were still securely laced behind his back. Melody was attacking his cock with precision and skill and certainly not about to miss any sensations or pleasures.
When she tired of rotating her hips and crashing periodically down the length of his shaft, she abruptly changed her routine. She began grinding her cunt forward and backward, careful to keep his dick firmly imbedded deep within her pussy. Her cunt walls remained clenched hard around his shaft as she worked herself frantically around and over his penis.
She reached behind her back until her hand latched onto his meaty balls. She squeezed his nuts as she propelled herself forward and backward, rubbing his pelvic bone raw from the intense friction . Her cunt was flaming from the friction and the sensations his huge dick was providing to her sore pussy and clit. Within seconds, she felt his cock twitch deep inside of her. She stopped caressing his balls with her hand, but continued to grind her cunt on his pecker. She lightly scratched her long fingernails over his balls, realizing his explosion could not now be stopped.
She squeezed her cunt lips around the thick base of his dick and slowly eased herself up toward the head of his cock. Halfway to the top, she knew she would never make another full stroke before he blew his load into her. She scratched his balls one last time, then slowly eased her hand away from his scrotum and felt along the bed beside his body for the .44. Her fingers touched the cold steel of the gun and she grasp it tightly in her hand. She sat back down heavily on his prick, continuing to contract her pussy walls around his cock.
He groaned loudly and his body tensed stiffly. His penis jumped inside her cunt and as she felt the first of his thick, hot cream explode from his long-frustrated dick, Melody whipped the gun forward and pointed it squarely at his face, inches from his nose and squeezed the trigger.
The .44 coughed through the silencer and Whitley's face shattered like glass. Melody stayed firmly positioned straddling his loins and staring into the sickening mush that seconds before was Whitley's face. She marveled as she observed his body continuing to jerk in the throngs of climax. She continued to feel his cum burst from his cock and she wondered if she was experiencing the ejaculation she had heard men have at the moment of death or if this was still the climax she had caused.
The seconds dragged into minutes before Melody moved herself from his body and stood calmly at the foot of the bed. She glanced quickly back at what was left of Simon and saw that his cock was still hard. She quickly gathered her clothes and dressed. She retrived the gun from the bed, wiped it clean with the bedspread and left it beside the corpse.
She left the 'safe house' and drove toward Roger's home in the agancy's sterile car. At least, she thought, as the dark night closed in around the car, Simon was lucky enough to die with a hard-on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost midnight when melody got back to Roger's house. She had stashed the sterile car more than two miles from the house and had enjoyed the peaceful solitude of the long walk late at night. The quiet little suburban neighborhood had massaged her senses like graceful music and although she was tired and beginning to feel the effects of the day's strain, not to mention the energy-exhausting sexual bouts, she was pleasantly soothed.
She couldn't help but recognize the irony of the time as she neared her brother's home. Saturday midnight. Simon's plan had been for all three of them-Susan, Roger and most probably herself-to be dead by now. Instead, the only casuality was Simon himself.
Roger was perched at his bar in the corner of the living room when Melody entered the comfortable house. He placed his drink down firmly on the bar and faced her sternly like an irate parent.
"Sis, where in the fuck...."
She waved her hand at him, interrupting his tirade as she approached him and embraced him warmly. She kissed his face and held him tightly against her.
"I'm all right, little brother. You can't imagine how glad I am to be here."
"That's the understatement of the year," he bellowed, looking straight into her eyes with concern. "What happened?"
"There's nothing to worry about now," she consoled him. "You don't have to know any more. We are safe and we won't be bothered again. Now, may I please have a drink? I feel like I've walked through Europe with the invading forces."
"Where's the car?"
She told Roger about stashing the car and the two mile walk, but nothing of the details of Simon's death. She watched as he prepared her a stiff drink. He helped her onto a bar stool. She sipped the drink and really began to relax.
"Where's Susan?" she asked, glancing around. "Is she all right?"
Roger smiled, reminding Melody of a teenaged boy just home from getting his first bit of nookie. "She's just fine Sis. She went to sleep happy and satisified."
"Proud of your work, eh boy?" Melody chided as they giggled.
"Had a great teacher, remember?"
"I remember. You know, Susan thanked me for doing such a good job on you."
"You're kidding? When?"
"This morning. When you were asleep."
"So that's the sort of stuff you broads talk about when a guy's not around."
"And that ain't half of it, little brother."
"Yeah. Tell me more."
"Probably just bore a big stud like yourself."
Roger beamed a broad smile as he embraced her and Melody snuggled against his chest. "It's been like a bad dream, Sis. I'm just glad everything has worked out and we still have each other."
"Little brother, nothing could ever come between us. Let's just be thankful you had the good sense to marry a helluva good woman like Susan. You may have to keep her pregnant just for me. That's one of my biggest turn-ons, you know?"
"I know now," Roger said.
They stared into each other's eyes for several tender moments, then Melody finished her drink and eased down from the barstool.
"Hate to leave good company," she said happily, "but I'm bushed. Think I'll take a nice warm shower and bed down.'"
"You have a way of making that sound like a sexy Dale Evans," Roger said, laughing.
"You're too much, baby brother," Melody said, joining his laugh and leaving the room.
Standing under the relaxing spray of the shower nozzle, letting the warm water cascade down her body, Melody suddenly became aware of the shower door opening. To her surprise and delight, she observed a naked Roger standing before her.
He looked tremendously handsome to her, as he always did. She gazed up and down the length of his nude body and couldn't help but be overwhelmed. Naturally, she told herself, the thing that overwhelmed her first and foremost was his hard prick, which was dangling out between his legs. Every now and then, he would stroke on it, just about the way a young boy would pet an animal. He grinned at her boyishly and in spite of her sexually exhausted body, she couldn't help but respond to the visual stimulation he was providing her. His body was slim, his muscles firm and as she continued to examine his frame, she couldn't help but get excited.
Melody wanted to tell him she was too tired to even think of nay sexual play, but as he stood there, stroking himself and smiling at her, she found herself becoming more enchanted by the minute.
Roger climbed into the shower with Melody and closed the door behind him. He put his strong arms around her body and hugged her close. His arms encircled her and their lips crushed together. As they remained locked in an exciting embrace, Roger reached around behind Melody and began playing with her asscheeks.
She soon experienced a pleasing double sensation, getting the steady stream of water pelting against her hot buttocks while his fingers were clutching them fervently. After her released his lips from hers, he flipped his tongue inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues collided and all the while she felt the last remaining resistance to his advances leaving her. She told herself, as she made the mental concession to yield to him, that she amid never deny Roger anything. What the hell could she ever do when this handsome young man always made such a good impression on her sex-hungry body.
As his tongue continued to splash against her tongue, Roger reached out and grabbed a bar of soap. He took the soap bar and thrust it into Melody's beautiful ass, providing her with all kinds of stimulating movements. She immediately responded by rotating her asscheeks back and forth, quickly becoming thrilled by the level of contact he was providing for her.
He would thrust the soap bar forward into her asshole, then quickly withdraw it. He repeated those same movements time and again, causing her to become all the more overwhelmed in the process.
After the soap bar had attacked her asshole for several minutes, he released it, allowing it to move upward toward her tits. He did a magnificent job on her tits, removing his tongue from her mouth as he did so.
"You were always fond of the tit action, Sis," he chuckled.
"You complaining?" she teased. "What do you think?"
The more he permitted the soap to collide with her tits and nipples, the hotter Melody became. Roger was turning her on so fast and so easy. He always could do that to her. Now, she happily asked herself if she was complaining. Her mental answer was quick and obvious: No!
Finally, he released the soap from her tits just as Melody's cunt was ready to explode. He reached out and shut off the water.
"Time to dry off, my lovely," he said, leaving the shower and waiting for her to get out.
As soon as Melody stepped from the shower, he was there with the towel, wrapping it around her body and quickly drying her off. Melody relaxed and enjoyed the brisk movememts that he supplied on her tits, running the towel over them with sweeping motions.
Once ' he finished with her knockers, he worked the towel over he asscheeks. He let the towel slide across the white globes of ass flesh and Melody saw his body tremble slightly. A quick glance told her everything. Roger's penis looked ready to explode. The shower had turned him on as much, if not more, than it had her. She watched him as his eyes again traveled over her luscious body. His eyes lingered again on her large, shapely tits, then slowly descended the length of her body until they locked momentarily on her vee-shaped triangle.
"Let's go to the living room, Sis," Roger said, his voice choked with passion and barely audible. "No point in disturbing Susan," he added with a smile.
He let the towel fall from her body as she reached through the folds in his robe, parting it and peeling it seductively from his body. He took her hand and led her from the bathroom and toward the living room.
They wasted no time with drinks or cigarettes. Roger assisted Melody as she spread comfortably out on the sofa. Carefully, he stretched out on top of her and instantly began working his hot hands over her nipples as her body started to rotate swiftly.
She shivered beneath him. His legs were touching hers and she felt surges of sexual excitement shoot through her entire body. Back and forth he kept up the steady finger movements. He toyed with her nipples enthusiastically, then slipped his tongue once more into her mouth.
It was an even more resounding French kiss than the one that they had exchanged in the shower before. While his tongue was eagerly massaging itself inside her mouth, he reached down with his right hand, finding her lovely fur patch and tickling her already moist cunt lips.
He released his tongue swiftly from her mouth.
"I'm doing all right, Sis, You're already wet down there in your beautiful slit."
"Brag," ,she retorted happily. "Just keep up the good work, my boy, and I may hire you permanently."
They giggled as he maneuvered his fingers skillfully around her nest, extending the movements to include her pink vaginal walls. He alternately worked around her pussy hairs and snatch, and occasionally he would slip his tongue into her mouth and engage in another stimulating French kiss.
Melody knew that Roger was taking his time with foreplay to make their mutual enjoyment even better and more intense. She smiled as she realized how important it was to him to fuck her excellently. With the special care he was taking with the preliminaries, she just happily imagined what it was going to be like when he finally slipped his cock into her. She got so turned on from the way that he was letting the fingers of his right hand work around her snatch, that she had to return the favor. She reached out and touched the tip of his dick.
His cock jerked at her touch. He was near, she knew. He was fighting with himself to restrain from climax, forcing himself to last.
She smiled again, loving him for his gentleness and unselfishness. Susan had been so right. She had trained her brother properly. And now, the training was paying off big.
She took the lead. Not abruptly, but gently and skillfully she brought them into a sixty-nine position.
"Ready to show me what a great muff diver you are?" she said, playfully patting his asscheeks.
"Best idea I've heard tonight," he replied.
As they moved into position, Melody kept her hand in place around his stiff cock, manipulating her fingers over his shaft. And he continued exercising his fingers over her nest. She increased the tempo of her finger action on his pecker. Her fingers slid with passionate zeal, and every time they touched the warm base of his prick, it increased her own thrilling sensations. Then, finally, they had turned their bodies in such a way that her snatch was in his face and his cock was in hers.
Melody watched with mounting excitement as Roger dove down toward her box. His fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around her thighs, parting her legs eagerly. She experienced the grand sensations as he started out by nibbling on her clit and every time that his teeth would gently massage her love button, her whole body would come unglued.
"Oh, Roger, darling! You're eating my pussy so good!" Melody cried. "You are about to have to eat my cunt juices, baby. I'm going to cum! Oh, my God!"
Melody was wild with joy and desire. Roger was eating her out like no man ever had. Not even Whitley. At his best he was no match for what her brother was doing to her cunt. Her body went crazy on the sofa. His head was buried between her legs which she now brought up and closed together, holding it firmly in place. She felt his tongue slash repeatedly at her box, pushing and plunging as he pinched her buttocks.
"Go after it, my beautiful man. Go after my pussy juice," she urged, her voice panting with desire. "It's going to shoot, baby. I can't stop it!"
A few significant strokes of his tongue and Melody came so unglued that there was no turning back. At that point, the juices spurted out of her pussy and into his mouth. Her legs gripped viciously together entrapping his head as her body jerked and twisted, then she slowly loosened her leg-hold and they sprawled wide. He no sooner released his tongue from her mound than Melody eagerly took his rigid prick into her hot mouth.
Melody slid her tongue over the end of his cock, massaging the very tip of it. As she did so, she let her fingers roam over his cock and balls. Back and forth she kept up the steady movements, and as she did so, she felt the tingling sensations of his tongue working relentlessly once more against her moist pussy.
Melody wasted little time sending her tongue sliding down the entire length of his pole, and as her tongue moved, she played with his balls. His nuts bulged and his cock jerked and she knew her brother was already near the threshold of releasing his load.
Still, Roger persisted in tonguing her twat and inspite of her recent climax, Roger was bringing her cunt near the brink again. As she felt her own explosion building again, she intensified her sucking and eating methods on Roger's dick. She let her head bob up and down as she went after his load. It only took seconds. As her body quivered and the juices were being released from her mound, she sucked his dong like it was a straw and literally inhaled his thick cum from the shaft.
The hot white gobs of juice spilled out of the end of his huge prick and into her awaiting mouth. It was a tremendous thrill for Melody to finally receive his load after working systematically on his cock with that objective in mind.
Their bodies went limp in satisfied exhaustion. Melody slowly regulated her breathing as she felt the secured coziness of her brother's weight on her. Lazily, she ran her fingers over his legs and buttocks. She heard him moan with pleasure as she lightly raked her fingernails over his smooth, firm skin. His lean body was hard and Melody delighted in the strong feel of his muscular legs and back. His manly asscheeks were also hard and tight and she recalled the morning hours of the day when she had aimed the dildo between his asscheeks and fucked his asshole. The memory sent shock waves of tingling sensation through her spent body and she realized again that her desire and passion for Roger was limitless.
She closed her eyes and listened only to the steady sound of his breathing. Her hands, as if they were powered by another force other than, her mind, gently parted his asscheeks. She traced a finger between the tight globes of male buttocks and touched the puckered asshole. His body twitched and he emitted a soft groan.
"Sore?" she asked, softly.
"Not much. Susan loves that damn dildo and I've had lots of experience with it."
"Did you like it when I fucked you with it this morning?"
"I thought it was obvious."
"As I remember, you seemed not to fight it too hard," she laughed, rubbing his asshole with her fingertip.
"Sis, you can be bad for a guy's health. With you and Susan together, I'm almost looking forward to Monday and going back to work. I can use the rest."
Melody chuckled and softly poked her fingertip inside his asshole. His body stiffened briefly at the penetration, then relaxed as she rotated her imbedded finger slowly in a small circular fasion..
His cock, which had been mashed limply against her tits, was quickly coming to life. She felt it grow and push into her knockers.
"You are a horny prick, little brother. I suppose that's one reason I love you so much!"
"I must be horny because I'm still determined to fuck your cunt before I call it a night."
"You better hurry then, unless you get your rocks screwing sleeping women. I'm one tired lady."
"We'll see about that," he said, ducking his head between her spread legs.
Again, Melody felt the sudden joy of an experienced tongue flicking her clit. She responded by plunging her finger all the way into his ass. His cock shot out against her chest, firm and hot as he squirmed and pushed against her finger.
Mad desire engulfed her body for the countless time and as nice as his mouth and tongue were on her pussy, she suddenly longed for his huge hose to plow deep into her cunt and slip apart her slick pussy walls.
"Fuck me, Roger," she pleaded. "Please don't wait. Fuck me now. I want your dick. I need a man's cock in my pussy. I'm begging for a good old fashioned fuck. Please, Roger, please!"
"Who am I to deny my wonderful sister anything she wants," he teased, swiftly removing his mouth from her cunt and easing his body around until he was hunched between her legs, facing her.
Their eyes met and locked. She opened her arms and he fell forward, embracing her madly. Their lips met and his tongue darted directly into her warm mouth. She tasted the salty residue of her own cunt juice on his tongue as she lovingly sucked it. They Frenched for a long time as her hands busily roamed over his strong shoulders and back. Her pussy tingled with anticipation.
Roger finally pulled his mouth away and buried his tongue against her left breast, working it around in a corkscrew fashion, flipping with eagerness and dexterity. It didn't take many of his tongue strokes for Melody's body to be twisting and turning rhythmically with cock-crazy desire. He moved his mouth to her right tit and repeated his manipulations.
Her nipples grew erect and hardened as she continued to squirm with delight.
"Fuck me, Roger! I can't wait! Fuck me now!"
He choked off any further pleading from her by quickly slipping his tongue again in her mouth. They engaged in a torrid French kiss which lasted for almost a minute. All the while, she was vaguely aware of his fingers making their way downward toward her asscheeks. He started by allowing them to manipulate against the small of her back, then worked them downwards until they were clutching her buttocks.
Melody enjoyed having his firm fingers work around her asscheeks and as he fondled her firm flesh, she felt him fling his hug penis forward. One lightning stab later, he had deposited his cock inside her eager moist cunt.
She cried out with pleasure as he came at her like a locomotive, panting and puffing as he slammed his dick into the inner depths of her tight pussy.
"How's that, Sis," he said with a sensuous smile.
"Oh, great, baby. Just keep it up," she panted, throwing her arms around his body and pressing him to her.
Melody's mind cleared except for the experience she was now going through. His ramming cock filled her cunt and she maoned and squirmed with every stroke. She wanted to save her fast approaching climax for the identical moment at which the juices spurted from his prick. The sliding cock action continued as he consistently penetrated her mound, driving his cock like a ramrod into her snatch.
"That beautiful pecker," she gasped. "It's fantastic, honey!"
She felt his fingers clutch ever tighter around her quivering asscheeks as he drove his prick forward, pushing and stabbing, driving her ever closer to orgasm.
"This is it, Sis," he said tersely through clenched teeth.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than she felt the hot white juices spilling into her pussy. Her cunt triggered at the same moment and as his juices poured into her, she found herself orgasming. As his liquid energies flooded her cunt and her own body slowly recovered from orgasm, she lovingly stroked his hair, holding his head firmly against her tits. Eventually, his cock sagged and slipped from her snatch.
Exhausted, satisfied and comfortable in warm embrace, Melody let herself drift off into peaceful sleep.
"Well, this looks cozy."
"Buzz, buzz!" the doorbell sounded.
"I'm coming," said Roger as he sleepily stumbled down the stairs. Somehow he had managed to get out of bed without waking Susan or Melody. As he staggered down the hall he noticed the clock on the wall. It read six o'clock. And the sun was up so it had to be morning.
He wondered who it could be at the door. He knew it was Monday and that he had had a long weekend, but surely he wasn't late for work already.
He glanced through a side window before opening the door. Standing in front of the door were two men dressed in grey pin-striped suits. They were Company men, of that he was sure.
"Good morning," he said as he opened the door. "Aren't you kind of early?"
The taller of the two looked at him sternly and remarked: "Where's your sister? Father wants her right now!"
"What's this all about?" Roger asked, feigning ignorance.
The shorter of the two patted the side of his chest and Roger saw the telltale bulge of the .38 caliber pistol he carried. "Father wants her now," he reiterated.
Roger was startled. He thought that they had found Simon and had been able to trace him back to Melody. He tried to run, but he was too afraid. He tried to yell, but the taller of the Company men was quicker, grabbing Roger across the mouth and applying a sleeper hold. Roger was unconscious within the minute.
The two men then went upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed Melody. She began screaming when they woke her, so they knocked her out.
When she came to, she found herself in the office of Father. Unsure of herself, since she had never seen Father before, and she did not really appreciate the way in which she was brought to him, she slowly got to her feet. She ran her hands over her arms and then down her body, checking for bruises or broken bones. Luckily there were none.
"Those two goons," she thought, "had grabbed me before I knew what was happening."
She suddenly realized that she was naked. For a brief moment she was taken aback, but then concluded that if these people were going to hurt her, they would've already.
Melody looked absolutely ravishing in her nakedness.
"Good morning," said Father. He was a big man, well over six feet and with a big crotch.
"O.K. What's the idea? Why did you bring me over here?"
"Don't worry Melody," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. If anything I'm going to reward you for killing Simon."
"What?" she said, surprised that the Company had found out about Simon already.
"Yes, I know Simon's dead. As a matter-of-fact, I watched as you killed him. You see, we all have 'safe houses' bugged with television cameras as well as microphones. Let me tell you something, you really put on a good show. And you fucking turned me on so much, that I decided I had to have you right away and for always. So here's my proposition for you...."
A smile of relief broke out over Melody's face. She walked over to Father and unzipped his fly. Then she pulled on his cock and pulled it out of his trousers.
"I like your proposition," she said before he had even been able to offer it. "And I like your cock." She swallowed it whole and began to suck on it, covering it with her saliva and making it rise to its majestic nine inches...."I want you to work here in the home office, as director of domestic affairs. That way you can be near your brother and Susan (that was on television too) and I can have you."
She gurgled her approval as Father groaned and came.
He stood, towering over her, bucking his powerful hips into her face and then out again. Melody glanced up from her work and saw Father lewdly grinning his approval. She now knew that her peace had arrived.
