It is not often that we have a chance to see ourselves as others see us. Authoress, Carol Wilson, who has created numerous words of undeniable pertinence and validity, has brought to life the full meaning of this maxim in the 2 characters of Bob and Mary Moore. ... who eventually have this dubious privilege fostered upon them by their in-laws.
Young Mary Moore is particularly susceptible to the changes that take place in her handsome architect husband. Being a naturally shy and withdrawn person who has difficulty letting herself go, she is forced into an increasingly difficult relationship with her husband. Bob's own stresses are aggravated beyond measure by the antics of his wife's wealthy brother.
The foibles of the very rich have already been superbly dealt with by F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby, and although Ed Tierra does not begin to approach Jay Gatsby's extravagance, he nonetheless represents a similar kind of challenge to Bob Moore.
It is ironic that Bob discovers that this jaded man who just happens to be his brother-in-law is also a man of taste who can offer him the job of a lifetime. Miss Wilson's book is a moving and often memorable account of the agonies that this young couple must go through before they finally find a solution to their problems. Whether or not this solution is a fortunate one is left for the reader to decide. We think you will enjoy reading this book and will find it of highly informative value.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"This one looks like a hot little number! I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those babies...."
"Ed, come on to bed ... that's the fourth time tonight that you've rifled through those pictures. Besides I thought you'd already picked out the girl!"
Leslie Tierra sat up in bed, a cross expression on her face. Wisps of her long red hair fell forward into her big green eyes, and she brushed them back as she looked across the large bedroom to the desk where her husband was still sitting, a magnifying glass in his hand as he surveyed a stack of pictures carefully.
"Yes...." he said impatiently, "That's the one I'm looking at!" The voluptuous young girl smiled back up at him from the photograph, and once more he felt his enormous cock growing stiff between his legs. Her shoulder-length hair shone in the studio lights, and the pale nudity of her softly curving body seemed to glisten as she happily performed the lewd task some photographer had asked of her.
"She looks very familiar...." Ed thought. "Very familiar."
The little entertainment he had planned for his guests the following night was bound to be a success. He smiled again and put the pictures away in the desk drawer. He was sweating a bit even though the air conditioner was on, but being a large man, he was used to it. He stood up and stretched, his 6 feet 2 inches pajama clad figure making an imposing form in the elegant bedroom.
"Mmmmmm" Leslie thought, noticing the enormous bulge in his pants as he strode toward her. "Ed's got himself all worked up again!" She flicked off the light beside the bed, and moved over closer to his side, ready to welcome him when he got into the bed.
"What a night it's going to be!" Ed declared as he climbed in beside his wife.
"Tonight darling? ... or tomorrow's dinner party?" Leslie asked, snuggling her lithe, voluptuous body up against his, making sure that she rubbed the softly wisping, hair-fringed mound nestled snugly between her tapering thighs against her husband's straining cock.
"Both...." he replied, forcing his hardness against her willingly receiving vagina.
A few miles away across the Golden Gate bridge, Bob Moore sat at the kitchen table of the houseboat he and his young wife, Mary, had just rented. He looked around at the snug interior of the cozy floating house and felt pleased.
"What do you think...?" he asked Mary.
The lovely brunette girl came close to him, her shorty nightgown stopped at the tops of her thighs, and when she stood beside her young husband, he could feel the softness of the sheer nylon material brushing against his arm.
"I love it...." she said. Beneath their feet they could both feel the gentle pull of the waves, rocking the boat with an almost imperceptible motion: There was only one room, and the studio bed had already been pulled out, eating into much of the living space. Mary had made it up with new blue sheets, and she hoped that tonight Bob would be a little less preoccupied than usual.
"Ready for bed?" she asked, entwining one long slender finger in the mass of his curly blonde hair.
"Almost...." he replied. "I just want to work on a few ideas first...."
"Oh, honey ... come on ... tomorrow's not a work day ... and besides, we're going to my brother's dinner party tomorrow night ... when you talk to him he may have something else for you to work on!"
Bob felt a rise of anger. He wished she'd stop harping on her brother, and that damned party he'd agreed to go to!
"Listen, honey, just because your brother's a big deal land speculator, it doesn't mean he's going to automatically give me some incredible project to do!"
"Why not!?" Mary stood back from him. She just couldn't understand Bob sometimes. Her lower lips trembled as, feeling suddenly bold, she continued. "Why not? You're a brilliant architect ... and he's bound to need you!"
Bob started to reply in a heated tone. Couldn't she get it into her head that there was such a thing as professional pride? But seeing the earnest expression on Mary's face, and realizing that they were on the brink of another humdinger of an argument, he decided to tone it down. He didn't want their first night in their home ... even if it was a tiny houseboat in Sausalito ... to be a complete fiasco. And for all he knew, Mary was right ... He'd never met her older brother, but he supposed that it was possible for a man to be a land speculator and to also have some integrity and taste ... as un-likely as that seemed to him.
"Maybe you're right...." he said softly, reaching out to pull her to him. He grabbed her around the thighs, and heard her give a little squeal of surprise, as he squeezed hard. Turning the chair around a bit, he burrowed his face into the soft vee of her tiny belly, inhaling her flowery perfume. He let out a sigh, realizing that he was really just too tense ... had been for days, and more than likely Mary was getting tired of it.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said, "You know I've been under so much pressure that I think I've forgotten how to relax!"
Nothing had been going well. He had left the big firm he'd been working for in San Francisco when he decided he didn't want to go on designing multi-level concrete buildings that all looked the same ... and since then he had helped design two private houses in Marin county. Now the money was getting slim and he and Mary had moved from their more expensive apartment in the city to the cheaper, more romantic houseboat.
"I guess things can't go any other way but up now!" he said, as he began to expertly massage the small of Mary's shapely back.
"Oh, that feels so good ... ," Mary said. At last he was getting out of his sour mood. "And you'll see," she added, "you'll like Ed ... After all, he is my older brother ... and he's really nice!" She arched her back and then dropping down a little, she let the ripe mounds of her firm young breasts envelop his face.
Mary felt a little faint, the way she always did when she was certain that Bob was going to make love to her. She didn't know quite why, but she always felt a little inferior to him ... it always seemed that he knew so much more about life than she. From the days when they had first met, when she was just out of school, working for the summer in a car rental agency ... and he was a full-fl-edged architect. She had been thrilled then, when he'd asked her to marry him, she hadn't been able to get over her good fortune. It was a hangover from her life at home, where the precocious, early successes of her much older brother, Ed, had overshadowed her life from an early age.
"Mary will never amount to much!" she remembered hearing her mother say to her father one night years before. "Just make some man a good wife ... we hope!"
And even when she had turned out to be exceptionally pretty and was sought after by all the young boys at school, Mary never fully believed in her own beauty. Even now, when Bob told her she was beautiful she tended to disbelieve him.
"Come on...." Bob said. The close proximity of the deliciously wafting feminine odors of his half naked young wife were beginning to get to him. It had been a long time since they'd really made love, he realized, and what more perfect occasion than to break in their new bed.
Wordlessly, Mary followed as Bob led her across the room to their bed. She felt shy and awkward, and a little frightened. After being married a whole year she still wasn't used to the fact that it was all right to make love. There still seemed to be something wicked about it ... something forbidden. She lay back on the bed, conscious of her blonde husband's gaze as he bent over her prone body. She found it difficult to look him in the eye because of the bold things she could read there.
"Bob, don't look at me like that!" she cried.
"Why not?" he asked. "I'll look at you any way I want ... you're my wife, aren't you?" He continued to study her fragile features, the pert pose that always amused him, her full soft lips ... the creaminess of her complexion. His eyes swept down from her face to her shoulders, where the spaghetti straps of Mary's powder blue nightgown slipped down on either side, revealing a wide expanse of flesh down to the deep shadowy indentation between her full breasts. Beneath the transparency of her gown, he could make out the complete outline of her body, from the full brown tips of her breasts, about the size of half dollars, to the splendid curve of her hips and thighs. Once more he thought how perfect her body was. Never had he seen a woman more beautiful than she! He reproached himself mentally for not making love to her more often, while continuing to stare at the sheerly gowned package of femininity below him. He realized that she was blushing and becoming self-conscious during his long silence but he decided he would explore every crevice of her body if he liked before finally taking her, no matter how much she protested. Kneeling beside her, he slipped his hands beneath her nightgown, letting his fingers slide upward along the silken surface of her gently rounded belly, until he reached the round orbs of her firm white breasts. He clutched onto them, marveling at the feel of her large silken breasts in his hands, weighing them as though he were about to sell them on the open market, feeling their softness in his hands and twiddling the thick rubber-like nipples until they became hard and stiff.
"Oh!" Beneath him, Mary squirmed and wriggled almost as though she wanted to get away from him. But the acute sensations emanating from her tingling excited breasts were making her feel like anything but getting away! His lips came down to meet hers, and once more, she savored the wonderful taste of his mouth. His lips were hard and thin, and yet, he seemed to make them do incredible things when he kissed her. His tongue snaked forward, parting her full red lips, meeting her own tongue inside and moving wetly within the confines of her mouth.
Still his hands continued their steady kneading at her quiveringly taut breasts, and the combination of sensations made Mary arch her back upward ... Bob pressed down on her with his hard torso, finally removing his hands, to replace them with the hardness of his chest. He slipped his hands behind her back and pressed her down into the mattress.
"OH, BOB!" she said into his mouth. "OH!"
His lips were running over her face, trailing wet lines of saliva across her cheeks, sliding back to her ear, down her neck and across her throat, while she whimpered helplessly, becoming caught up in a devastating wave of desire. He seemed to be all over her at once, and she found it difficult to breath. Her gown was crumpled softly around her waist, as she felt his weight lift up from her ... and even though her eyes were closed, she could tell that he was taking off his pajamas. A violent thrill ran through her, as his hands returned to her. She lay there before him, all of her exposed, her long shapely legs slightly parted, as submissive as a human sacrifice. He tugged upward on her nightgown, and she lifted her arms up and felt it being whisked from her head.
"Beautiful...." he was saying to her softly. "You're beautiful...."
She could feel a tightness in her loins ... the tenseness of anticipation. It seemed that her thighs were trembling slightly, as a certain dampness expanded from the hair fringe of the vee between her legs. Bob's fingers were traveling upward on her knee now, and she bit hard on her lower lip, as she realized that any second he would be nearing the downy nestling pussy that she harbored tightly between her thighs. Nervously, she groaned and pushed the full roundness of her buttocks hard into the mattress, awaiting the moment when his fingers would reach her moistening vaginal slit.
"Oh, God...." she thought. "It's been too long...." It had been weeks, two to be exact, since he'd made love to her, and now she could feel the accumulative effects of desire making her feel weak and soft inside. She felt the vulnerable area of her raven-haired pussy quivering as he smoothed along the skin of her upper thighs. HE WAS TAKING SO LONG!
She began to moan and tremble all over with excitement. He was almost there! Suddenly his thick fingers brushed the mound of her pussy, and she thought she would melt into the bed.
"OH. .!" Mary sighed and let the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her ... and as Bob's lips nibbled once more at her and she felt his weight crushing down on her breasts again, she parted her trembling legs ever so slightly and at the same moment, Bob's middle finger slipped into the soft hair-fringed folds and crevices of her openly throbbing pussy. Bob grunted into her mouth as he felt how wet she was, and let the tip of his finger slide slowly along his young wife's wide open inner ridges within the shaDow nakedness of her baby tight pussy. The short fleecy curls tickled his invading fingers as he parted them with slow strokes, creating a burning friction within Mary's moistly seeping pussy that made her cry out with pleasure.
"You're so nice and wet...." he growled into her ear, as he continued to let his thick middle finger plow among the soft pulsing folds of her openly presented cunt. A sweet pleasure expanded within Mary's softly responding pussy as she felt the almost obscene thrill of his finger, exciting the secret depths of her virgin-like pussy.
"Oooooooooohhh ... ooooohhhhh, yes...." she crooned.
* * *
Leslie Tierra looked up at her husband. She could hardly make out his features in the darkened room, but from what she could see, she could tell that he was having another fantasy. Long ago, she had resigned herself to the fact that her wealthy husband would never be satisfied with just one woman, even though she knew that he loved her. She considered herself lucky to be let in on most of his escapades, and at rimes she herself was a participant. In exchange for her liberal mindedness she enjoyed a large measure of freedom that she had come to enjoy more and more. There is no denying it, she thought, it's a good life I've got with Ed, and even if he is thinking about the hot little bitch he's hired for tomorrow night ... I'm getting all the benefits! She reached up for him, and crushed him down tight to her, running her hands all over his back, eagerly exploring him as though she had never felt his naked body before. She could feel his big hard cock resting against her softly spread thighs, and now as she separated her legs, it pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her welcoming pussy.
"MMMMmmmmmm!!" Leslie lifted herself up a bit, so that her husband's thick throbbing penis gained even greater contact with the wet sensitivity of her inner flesh. She fell back with a little groan as it pulsed gently, the full length of it pressed and sandwiched between her moist, waiting cuntal lips.
Ed let his hands circle under his wife's alternately tensing and relaxing body. "Christ, she feels good!" he thought. He was never disappointed by her wonderful body techniques, and once more, he felt himself letting loose, preparing to dream any dream he liked while making love to the charming woman he'd married some ten years before.
"BIG MAN!" she groaned, squirming her loins up against his enlarged lust hardened penis so that he would know just what she was talking about. She pushed her lips firmly against his, writhing the flatness of her belly so close to his that Ed thought surely it must be hurting her. Her finger nails were skimming along his back as he pushed his hands far down, cupping the full loaves of her creamy white buttocks in his palms. He could feel his big cock twitching in the narrow furrow of her seeping cunt, as he felt the cushiony mounds of her nether cheeks, cool and soft in his hands. Someone had told him once that if a woman's ass was cold, it meant she was happy ... some Italian he'd met in a bar one night had told him it was an old Italian proverb. If that was true, he thought, his wife, Leslie was one happy woman right at that moment. Pulling slightly on either side, he spread her buttock cheeks wide, moving their fullness so that the entire area of her excited, hair-lined cunt was opened up and flattened still closer against him. He thought he heard Leslie growl a little as he started a slow up and down movement, letting the hardness of his engorged prick move up and down in the temptingly widespread split, feeling the moisture seeping moment by moment from the highly aroused channel of her tautly clenching vagina. The sound made him think of the performance he had planned for the male members of his dinner party the following night, and his mind turned to the image of the little dark haired girl whose picture was in his desk drawer.
Beneath him, Leslie's buttocks were beginning a desperate rotation up against his loins, and her mouth encouraged his to deeper and longer kisses. She had become the little brunette now, and it was that foxy little girl who now snaked her legs out wide on either side of his body, locking her high calves with surprising strength up against the back of his thighs, forcing him down further on her!
"Fuck me, lover ... why don't you fuck me!"
Leslie moaned into his mouth, But it wasn't Leslie ... it was the girl in the photo ... he had even forgotten her name ... but that face and that body ... he would never forget! He could not hold back another second. Groaning above her, he reached down between their closely pressed bodies and grabbed hold of the pulsing hardness of his cock feeling her pulling herself up so that she could guide the thick rock hard cudgel between the separated lips of her lust-filled cunt. The soft red hair of her pulsing vagina parted widely as the blood-filled head pushed slowly forward, grazing up and down against her tormented straining pussy.
"MMMMmmmmmm!!" Leslie lifted herself up a bit, so that her husband's thick throbbing penis gained even greater contact with the wet sensitivity of her inner flesh. She fell back with a little groan as it pulsed gently, the full length of it pressed and sandwiched between her moist, waiting cuntal lips.
Ed let his hands circle under his wife's alternately tensing and relaxing body. "Christ, she feels good!" he thought. He was never disappointed by her wonderful body techniques, and once more, he felt himself letting loose, preparing to dream any dream he liked while making love to the charming woman he'd married some ten years before.
"BIG MAN!" she groaned, squirming her loins up against his enlarged lust hardened penis so that he would know just what she was talking about. She pushed her lips firmly against his, writhing the flatness of her belly so close to his that Ed thought surely it must be hurting her. Her finger nails were skimming along his back as he pushed his hands far down, cupping the full loaves of her creamy white buttocks in his palms. He could feel his big cock twitching in the narrow furrow of her seeping cunt, as he felt the cushiony mounds of her nether cheeks, cool and soft in his hands. Someone had told him once that if a woman's ass was cold, it meant she was happy ... some Italian he'd met in a bar one night had told him it was an old Italian proverb. If that was true, he thought, his wife, Leslie was one happy woman right at that moment. Pulling slightly on either side, he spread her buttock cheeks wide, moving their fullness so that the entire area of her excited, hair-lined cunt was opened up and flattened still closer against him. He thought he heard Leslie growl a little as he started a slow up and down movement, letting the hardness of his engorged prick move up and down in the temptingly widespread split, feeling the moisture seeping moment by moment from the highly aroused channel of her tautly clenching vagina. The sound made him think of the performance he had planned for the male members of his dinner party the following night, and his mind turned to the image of the little dark haired girl whose picture was in his desk drawer.
Beneath him, Leslie's buttocks were beginning a desperate rotation up against his loins, and her mouth encouraged his to deeper and longer kisses. She had become the little brunette now, and it was that foxy little girl who now snaked her legs out wide on either side of his body, locking her high calves with surprising strength up against the back of his thighs, forcing him down further on her!
"Fuck me, lover ... why don't you fuck me!"
Leslie moaned into his mouth, But it wasn't Leslie ... it was the girl in the photo ... he had even forgotten her name ... but that face and that body ... he would never forget! He could not hold back another second. Groaning above her, he reached down between their closely pressed bodies and grabbed hold of the pulsing hardness of his cock feeling her pulling herself up so that she could guide the thick rock hard cudgel between the separated lips of her lust-filled cunt. The soft red hair of her pulsing vagina parted widely as the blood-filled head pushed slowly forward, grazing up and down against her tormented straining pussy.
"NOW!" She urged, and Ed flicked his hips forward with a cruel thrust that he hoped would spear that little girl in the picture good and hard on his lust bloated cock. He drove it into her with a fresh splitting lunge that made her cry out beneath him. The warm sheath of her willingly open cunt slipped wetly over his naked sensitive cock, and he heard her moan again as her tightly clasping vaginal muscles closed around him. He let his long thick cock slide up into the full depths of his wife's straining belly, feeling the walls of her cunt warm and tight giving way around his advancing prick, letting the length of his stiff cock ease into the wetness of her welcoming inner passage.
"It's gonna be a good fuck!" he thought.
"OOOOOOHHHHH!" she groaned out beneath him, her whole body becoming rigid as his big cock reached the farthest point of her daring vaginal passage, his full testicles slapping hard into the widespread crevice of the widespread cheeks of her upturned buttocks. She twisted a little to the side, and he thrust again, harder this time, to strike that high spot once more ... the sensitive tip of her defenseless vagina. She jumped again, and let loose a low howl of mixed pain and pleasure and then lay still a second, as though she had been impaled by a deadly instrument.
Ed felt the flush of his entry sweep over him in a wave of male chauvinism. How good it felt to fuck a cunt this way ... to feel her lying there submissive and helpless beneath him! God ... fucking cunts was just about all there really was to life ... and he for one intended to get as many as he could before it was all over!
Leslie lay happily stunned by the enormous pleasure her husband's driving cock had given her, just by entering her with such force. She let herself become more passive than she might ordinarily have been, sensing intuitively that this was what Ed wanted at the moment. She was a young girl again ... defenselessly being fucked by this older man. She whimpered a little and felt him flick the head of his prick inside her, creating another swell of pleasure inside her that brought another low moan from between her clenched teeth.
"I'm going to fuck you good!" Bob looked down at Mary, letting his cock remain poised at the entrance of her warm dark pussy. "Did you like it with my finger ... do you like finger fucking?"
Mary remained silent, a feeling of intense mortification overtaking her. She wished he wouldn't say such things ... or use such awful language!! ... that he would just make love to her without "these added charades. He seemed to enjoy asking her embarrasing questions about what she was feeling or about what they were doing ... and she certainly preferred not to have to think about such matters. He also knew that she preferred making love with the lights out but always insisted on having them on.
"I like to see you...." he told her. And now, he was going to insist upon using those words ... on talking about what they were doing! When all she really wanted was....
Suddenly his big thick cock was ramming forward into her, teasing the entrance of her small, hidden, almost virginal vagina as it pushed steadily forward. She screamed, alarmed by his sudden entry ... as though he were angry with her. opening her eyes wide as she felt the girth of his hard advancing prick filling her. The sensitive flesh of her cunt seemed to move in ridges before the ever advancing pole of his throbbing cock. Her white shapely thighs spread further still by the pressure of his loins, she could feel their tendons stretching as a shaft of pain filled her wetly clinging pussy with each advancing centimeter of Bob's upward surging cock.
"BOB BOB ... NO ... NOT SO FAST!!! YOU'RE SO BIG TONIGHT!" But it was too late for Bob to stop now. It felt too good! He surged forward, feeling the sweat break out all over his muscular body as Mary's taut cuntal muscles squeezed against the outside of his blood swollen cock. The head was advancing with deliberate intensity dredging forward, exploring the tremulous depths of his young 19 year old wife's fearfully cringing pussy. He was going to make her forget her silly inhibitions this time ... he decided, as he felt his cock driving higher still, and surging upward toward the end of her cunt.
With a grunt he fell against her, feeling Mary tremble from the sheer force of the impact of his thickly impaling cock, swelling within her clenching pussy.
"BOB!" she gasped, but he immediately withdrew his cock, pulling it only halfway out however, before sliding it into her again, without giving her a chance to catch her breath Grabbing hold of her quivering thighs, he pulled them apart with each hand, holding onto the firm fleshed columns from underneath so that he could manipulate her legs with each thrust, while beneath them the watery waves of the bay licked at the bottom of the little houseboat adding an extra rhythm to the regular pounding that Bob began against Mary's quivering upthrust buttocks. With each blow, her tight thin lipped cuntal sheath opened up just a bit more, and Bob could feel it getting wetter and wetter inside seeping around the taut shaft of his throbbing prick, even though she continued to protest his rough treatment.
"It ... It's too bad...." he thought with a sudden hardness, "Tonight I really want a fuck and that's all!"
Mary could feel tears of bitterness welling up inside her. It had been long enough since he had made love to her, and now this brutal treatment. Who did he think she was anyway?! He was pushing her legs back so far that she was almost bent in two ... almost as if he wanted to punish her for something! A drop of his sweat fell onto her face from his chest as he rose and fell above her pushing her entire body inches forward on the bed with each thrust.
"OPEN UP!" he cried, his eyes glazed with lust. "OPEN UP MORE!"
Ed ground his pelvis further down into Leslie's squirming flesh, as she squirmed upward to meet him, working her loins so that his tautly plunging cock sunk to the hilt inside her hungrily clasping red-haired cunt. She began to moan ceaselessly, her beautiful tapered legs scissoring in and out as her mouth gaped open wide and her head began to flail from side to side on the big double bed. "Oh, ED ... ED! OH' IT'S GOOD ... SOOO GOOOD!" she began to cry. "More ... MORE!"
Ed reached beneath his wife's jiggling white buttocks, visualizing the little dark haired girl. Boy he was really giving it to her good ... He was really giving her a royal screw! He drove his lust swollen cock rhythmically into the slippery depths of her warmly receiving cunt, listening to the wet noises that expanded into the room about them. Stretching the crevice of her tender buttocks as wide as possible without missing a stroke, he slid the tip of his middle finger inside, searching for the puckered entrance of her anus.
Finding it, he ran his finger around the tight little rim, lubricating it with the moisture from her drenched pussy that ran down into the widespread crack with each of his powerful thrusts into her. He pushed hard against it, and felt the tight elastic ring give with each little stroke. Then suddenly it gave way, and his finger slid forward into the dry interior, feeling the tightness of Leslie's nether sphincter close vigorously around it. His finger slid forward to the first joint with a small popping sound, and Leslie almost jumped two inches off the bed with the startling pain.
"ED! It hurts!!!"
Ed answered with another thrust and a flick forward of his hips that sent the two contradictory sensations speeding through Leslie's nervous system. Pain and pleasure mixed and she found herself grinding her buttocks back to meet his thrusting finger. It had sunk in so deep now that the palm of his hand was flat against her buttocks, and Ed could feel his big pulsing cock growing and expanding inside her tight pussy, made still tighter by the pressure of his finger inside the clinging wall of Leslie's rectum. He thought he would burst apart any second from the intense pleasure he was getting as his ramming prick continued it's lustful journey and his finger jiggled mercilessly upward inside her tightly constricted anus. His testicles were slapping heavily against her exposed behind and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would fill her with everything he had! That pert little face surrounded by dark wavy curls that he'd seen in the photo on his desk replaced his redheaded wife's as he began long smooth strokes inside her, timing them to the motion of his finger that was rammed high inside her warm brown asshole. She was riding along with him, giving as good as she was getting, answering his every motion as they neared completion. She cooed and gurgled beneath him, lost in the fire that was consuming them both, receiving his merciless fucking with delight and returning his thrusts by upthrusts of her own, until they were jostling and bouncing on the bed in a mindless tumble, "oooohhhhh, fuck it ... get it!!" she chanted beneath him, suddenly beginning to pour forth a torrent of cursewords. "RIGHT THERE!!! THERE!! HARDER! HARDER!" Her eyes were rolling back in their sockets as her face became an almost unrecognizable mask of lust, her upraised crotch received Ed's buffeting loins with stoicism, begging for the hard jolts that sent her into another world of ecstasy. Her legs were jackknifed back tight against her large nippled breasts, so that he had the complete benefit of her widespread pussy and her skewered anal passage. She let out the low wail of a cornered animal as she offered her most intimate parts to him to use as he wanted.
"Oh ... do it to me ... do it to meeeeeeeee!" she cried.
"I'M CUMMING!" Ed coughed suddenly, spurred on by his wife's words. The young girl beneath him was cumming too, just as he had known she would, and still her lovely face hung before his mind's eye as if in a dream ... she looked so familiar ... so beautiful ... young, fresh ... that good little pussy just waiting for his cock...."FUCKING YOU!" he cried suddenly, "I'M FUCKING YOUR LITTLE PUSSY FILLING IT UPPPPPP!" Below, she was mumbling incoherently as he felt his sperm racing forward along the length of his tormented cock. His hammering cock was being besieged by a million pinpoints of pleasure, and it was building higher and higher into a stormy explosion. Their two bodies panted together and bucked upward in a final series of spasms that made them a mass of arms and legs, wet clinging mouths and streaming orifices, around it. His finger slid forward to the first joint with a small popping sound, and Leslie almost jumped two inches off ceiling. She had been blasted into a wonderful world by her husband's powerful fucking, and her orgasm was setting her mind to spinning, her frazzled nerve endings to twitching as over and over again she was racked with delicious sensations that emanated from her quiveringly excited pussy. Nostrils flaring, she hooked her heels onto Ed's still bucking back until both of them came to a shivering halt. After a few seconds as if by prearranged signal, they both collapsed on the bed. Ed's cock lying still high up inside Leslie's still trembling pussy.
Ed's panting mouth lay near her ear, and Leslie began to come again. "God," she thought, "whoever he was thinking about ... she surely was a lulu!" She smiled to herself and squeezed her cuntal muscles slightly, feeling a wonderful renewal of her orgasm and saying "thank you" to Ed's deflated but still thickly pulsing cock.
"What a hot little cunt you are, baby...." Ed murmured into his trembling wife's ear. He was wondering if he could get a crack at the girl after the show. He was almost sure he could ... probably it would just be a matter of money ... or charm, or both ... and he was prepared to expend as much of either as would be necessary.
Leslie smiled as he rolled a little to the side and she felt his cock slipping wetly out of her satiated, tingling vagina.
"Thank you, darling," she said, already half asleep.
Bob's buttocks hollowed and flexed as he drove himself hard into Mary's loins. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his body, but her hands were pawing at his back. Beyond trying to give her pleasure, Bob had given up, and was now in a race with himself to the finish. If only he could get her to admit that she was a real woman at last and no longer a little girl. It made him mad that she was still trying to get him to stop, and he let his giant cock spear down into her tight wet pussy like the piston of a well oiled machine, bringing himself indescribable joy, but creating nothing but pain within the unused depths of Mary's abused pussy.
He could see that Mary was crying in earnest now, but he was almost there. It would all be over shortly and she could roll over and go to sleep. Bob's hand ground down hard into her soft defenseless breasts as he suddenly stiffened out. Mary could feel his already bloated cock grow even harder inside her and she screamed out in anger and pain. Then there was a gush of wetness inside her and she could feel Bob's rock hard penis spurting inside her with big splashes that filled her tightly resisting pussy. He was grunting like a madman above her, and as she looked at him with horror she could hardly recognize the man she married. He had always been so gentle with her before, so good and understanding except for his occasional lapse into obscene language.
Bob arched his back and let his climaxing cock strike savagely against her tight defenseless pussy. Beneath him, Mary closed her eyes tightly to blot out the awful image of her husband's lewdly distorted features. Briefly, she wondered what she had done to deserve such treatment, and the only thing she could think of was that Bob was angry with her for forcing him to go to her brother Ed's dinner party the following night. It wasn't fair, she thought, it just wasn't fair!
"Fuck back ... fuck back!" he cried as Bob fucked into the expanding power of his orgasm. It was almost as if some divine power had taken hold of him as his head snapped back and he ground down hard into his wife's exposed pussy. It tore through him like lightning, and he felt spasm after spasm rush through him, shaking his entire body with overwhelming pleasure. His tingling balls throbbed hotly as he finally came to a grinding halt, feeling a strange letdown after his initial pleasure. Mary's sobs came to his ears as he lay panting on top of her small helpless body.
"Oh, shut up!" he cried. "Just shut up!"
CHAPTER TWO
There was a soft tinkle of music coming from the inside of the house as Bob and Mary drove up to the big mansion.
"Wow!" Bob thought to himself, "What a pad!" He felt instantly resentful on seeing it however, even thought he had promised himself not to. He'd already gotten himself into enough hot water the night before. Mary hadn't said more than two words to him all day, and the ride to her brother's dinner party had been made in almost complete silence. He had tried everything to get her to forgive him for the previous night's transgression including bringing her a present of a little statue of an Egyptian princess, who resembled Mary to a tee. But nothing helped ease the frosty cold shoulder she continued to give him, and he had begun to feel that he had really gone too far ... perhaps she would never get over it!
He knew that he had been silly refusing to meet her wealthy older brother for the several months that the man had been newly located in the Bay area ... but the whole thing had smacked of everything he was against ... and the idea that Mary couldn't understand that he wanted to make it on his own really irked him! Now, however, there was no getting out of it, and their financial position wasn't such that he could afford to refuse anything Ed TieFra might offer him. Assuming he was offering!
Bob felt slightly uncomfortable in the formal suit he was wearing, but his image in the mirror before he left the houseboat told him that he looked good. In spite of himself, he was looking forward to the evening, ... and to showing Mary that he could handle himself in such company.
An attendant stepped out and Bob realized that he was going to park the car for him. He let Mary out first, and as Bob walked around to the other side of the car, he couldn't help noticing how the young man was looking at his wife. He had suggested that Mary wear a dress with a little higher neckline ... the one she had chosen to wear was almost indecent! He didn't mind seeing them on other men's wives but he thought that Mary was to wear what he thought of as femme fatale clothes. Now that he saw the attendant looking directly down into the astoundingly evident cleavage of Mary's breasts, he felt distinctly annoyed. Then just as he reached them, he was astonished to see Mary flash one of her bright, encouraging smiles at the young man. He could feel himself getting hot under the collar. She was obviously doing it on purpose ... just to annoy him! But he resolved not to say anything about it, and tight lipped, he took Mary's arm and escorted her up the stairs "Mary!!" Bob saw a tall corpulent man rushing forward to greet them. Mary squealed and the man he assumed was Ed Tierra swept her up in his arms and gave her a big bear hug and kiss. Bob stood by and glanced nervously into the big room. There was a thin blue haze of cigarette smoke floating over the small gathering of people. There were to be twelve in all for dinner, and most of the others had already arrived. Bob could tell just by glancing at them that they were all from the cream of San Francisco society, and he was just about to adjust his black bow tie, when Ed Tierra turned to him.
"So here's the long lost husband!" Ed said, beaming, one arm still flung around Mary's shoulders. "Hope you've been taking good care of my baby sister ... from the looks of her you have! God, you look terrific Mary ... guess you're not a little girl anymore!"
Bob shifted uncomfortably ... none of this required any real answer from him, but he found himself chuckling and chortling as though his wife's brother had actually said something witty, and as he did, he hated himself for it. It was all starting off wrong, and he could feel Mary's dark eyes on him, appraising him, accusing him ... of not really taking good care of her at all ... for one thing, there was last night. The image of her firmly jiggling white buttocks widely separated below his big thrusting cock as it speared her thin futily resisting vaginal lips still hung in his mind like a dream and he couldn't believe that he'd really done it to her that way.
The piano music was coming from the large living room, and now Bob could tell that there was a small combo playing softly for the dinner guests.
"Well, come along in...." Ed was saying, "let's introduce you around. So, you're an architect, Bob ... Mary tells me you're a brilliant one too ... we'll have to discuss that later on...." He was propelling them toward the ornately decorated room, where several heads were already turning curiously in their direction. There was no time to think of anything, and Bob found himself shaking first this hand, then another, as the elegant guests were introduced. He was conscious of the fact that Mary seemed to be basking in the limelight of her brother's house, and he had to admit that she looked absolutely beautiful in the creamy beige dress that set off her dark good looks to perfection. He felt a pang of loneliness stab him as he realized that she wasn't really with him. She was still angry, even though she was talking to him now ... it was only a show for the company.
And then he was looking at one of the most wonderful looking women he had ever seen. She was smiling at him and coming toward him, and then she brushed past, and managed to kiss Mary on the cheek while still looking directly at him.
"My wife, Leslie...." Ed said proudly.
"I'm so glad Mary has finally brought you to see us...." Leslie said. Bob felt himself blushing under the slightly older woman's frank gaze. Christ, he thought, she's got green eyes ... and that red hair of hers didn't come out of any bottle!
Leslie appraised the young couple in front of her, noting that her husband Ed was drifting away to talk to Morton McDonough, a business associate of his. She heard the two men laughing as they walked away and she surmised that they were talking about the entertainment planned for later that evening.
My, she thought, looking up at Bob, you're a handsome one ... little Mary didn't do so badly after all!
"I suppose we're in-laws!" she said aloud. "I've never been a sister-in-law before ... but I'm sure it's going to be a wonderful experience!"
Mary laughed, and the two women launched into a discussion about Mary's dress, where she had bought it, etc. But Bob found that his face was still flushed from Leslie's words, and he couldn't help noticing that she had freckles sprinkled charmingly across the creamy roundness of her breasts, the tops of which he could quite clearly see through a light hazy covering of green chiffon.
He felt suddenly excited by the whole evening in a way he hadn't anticipated. He knew certainly that women like Leslie Tierra existed, but to be actually face to face with one ... and what was more, related to one, Was another story entirely. He began to forget about Mary's attitude, and to concentrate a little more on what he had to admit was a fascinating gathering.
Trays of drinks were circulating through the room, and Bob chose a martini first, and then shortly afterward he stopped a waiter and took another. The cool liquid hit just the right spot in his throat and belly, and he found himself warming to the whole prospect of talking business with his wealthy brother-in-law. He could see him from a distance moving easily among the ladies, charming them with a word or two, then moving on to the men whom he treated with equal flair. Bob could tell by the way the men responded to him that they were all very pleased to have been invited to the party and to be in the company of Ed Tierra and his wife, Leslie. He had willingly let Mary drift further and further away from him, glad of the opportunity to be on his own for a while. He was standing by the fireplace, his drink in his hand watching everything with good humor. when he noted that Mary and her brother were deep in conversation at the far end of the room where the musicians were playing. For a moment he toyed with the idea that she might be complaining to him about the way he had treated her last night. But then he remembered that Mary and her older brother had never been all that close, there being such a wide distance in their ages, that Ed was full grown and already into heavy business deals while Mary was still a child. And yet, Bob knew how much Mary looked up to the older man, respecting him in a way that sometimes made Bob a little uneasy ... it was a lot to have to live up to!
He picked another martini from a passing tray and all this was running through his mind as he took a healthy swig from the delicate glass, humming the tune that the musicians were playing and feeling the gentle buzz he was getting from the alcohol fill him with a sense of anticipation. Something interesting was certain to happen before the night was through. Just as he was thinking this, he sensed a presence directly behind him and at the same time he got a whiff of a deliciously spicy perfume. He whirled about to see Leslie standing there looking at him, her eyes glinting in such a way that he was certain she was mocking him, but her lips smiling in such a friendly manner that Bob decided he must be mistaken about the look in her eyes. Her soft red hair fell gently to her shoulders, caressing the creamy smoothness of her skin. Her chiffon scarf had fallen away and she trailed it casually in one hand, letting it sweep the floor, while with her other hand, she held up her glass proposing a toast to Bob.
"Here's to the family!" she said, drinking her bubbly glass of champagne down, and holding her head back so far that Bob could see the entire swallowing process taking place in her throat.
"Dinner is going to be served now," she said, "Would you like to go in with me ... I see that Ed is over there with Mary. You're seated next to me, you know, so we can get acquainted over what I hope you will find an excellent supper!"
"I'm sure I will," Bob replied politely, cursing himself for not thinking of something more witty to say. Every word that came out of his mouth made him feel like a nitwit next to Leslie Tierra, and he realized that given the opportunity she could probably make him feel as foolish as a school boy. Leslie took his arm, and they began to walk toward the dining room. As they walked, Leslie talked to him in her slow husky voice.
"I hope you'll enjoy yourself, Bob" she said, "Ed is really quite proud of our "little" evenings" ... the one he's planned tonight is a little special, so don't be too surprised by anything that might happen!"
"Now what the hell does she mean by that?!" Bob wondered. But they were already in the dining room by now, and the others were taking their seats. It was the first time Bob had been anywhere where there were actual place cards, and it wasn't a joke. Sure enough, his was directly next to Leslie's and they were sitting at the far end of the table, directly opposite Ed. Mary smiled in his direction as she took her seat beside her brother.
He smiled back, grateful that she was perhaps beginning to forget their little game. He noticed that she seemed unusually flushed, and that a mesh of her beautiful dark hair had fallen forward, across her forehead. Something about this sight disturbed him, but he wasn't quite sure what ... but as a salad of shellfish and cold sliced dill tomatoes was placed before him, he decided to concentrate on the food. He was starving! The wine was a light Rhine wine that complimented the flavor of the shellfish and as soon as he had finished one glass, the waiter filled another. Course followed course, and he found that his charming hostess and sister-in-law was turning most of her attention to him. It made him feel uncommonly good, and he couldn't help feeling a little swell of masculine pride that she seemed to be hanging on his every word.
At the other end of the table, Mary sipped her wine. She really was feeling very lightheaded. It was exhilarating to be in her brother's company, and she felt flattered that he was paying so much attention to her ... after all she thought he could probably be talking business with some of the businessmen present ... and yet he's listening to my small talk. She couldn't get over how handsome he looked in his brocade jacket, his greying hair making him even more sophisticated than she remembered him. She hadn't seen him in over two years, since he'd been busy building a real estate empire for himself in Nevada. She was thrilled to think that now that he'd moved to California, she would be seeing a lot of him. She was positive that her brother would see to it that Bob got a decent position, probably with one of his own companies ... and she had already gotten a good response from him in that direction while they were talking earlier. She was sure that once Bob was working steadily on something interesting, and once he was making a good salary, his moodiness would cease. After what had happened the night before, she was more than ever determined to see to it that her wealthy elder brother helped out!!
She could hear Ed now talking to an elderly man who was sitting across from him and directly next to her. Snatches of their conversation reached her ears, and she wondered what it was they were talking about.
"Oh, you won't be disappointed this time, Jack. It's a lulu!"
"You've never put on a disappointing show yet, Ed ... but what about the women....are you going to let them in on this one?"
"Are you kidding!? ... not this group anyway ... ah, I'm not saying that one or two of them wouldn't really get a charge out of it ... but we might as well keep it a simple thing ... this time ... pure and simple!"
The laughter of the two men seemed to exclude her so definitely from their presence that Mary felt almost embarrassed at having overheard them. But the heat of the wine running through her veins made her boldly ask, "What is it ... what's going to happen?"
Ed turned to her and spoke easily, his deep voice reassuring her by its tone alone. "Oh, it's a business presentation ... a little fund raising for the new corporation ... men only I'm afraid ... just as well, I think it would bore you to tears ... besides it will only last half an hour and during that time you girls will be enjoying dessert and brandy in the drawing room!"
" 'Oh ... do you think Bob would be interested?" she asked, thinking it would be the perfect occasion for her husband to get in on the ground floor, since she knew that her brother was planning several large building complexes in downtown San Francisco.
Ed looked down toward Bob. He smiled when he saw that his wife Leslie was busy chatting with his handsome blond brother-in-law, and after a short pause, replied, "Yes, I'm sure he will be interested ... very!!"
"I'll see you after the presentation, darling," Mary said, pressing her husband's hand. She wanted to apologize to him for not speaking to him all day ... but she didn't quite know how to do it. She was certain that in one evening their lives were going to be transformed, and she would never have to worry about Bob treating her like that again!
"It certainly is old fashioned," she heard one of the women present complaining, as the ladies entered the spacious drawing room. "Imagine, the men going off together while we sit and do needle work!" There was general laughter, but none of them really minded being excluded from the Presentation, since it, they knew, entailed something of benefit to their husbands and themselves. Only Leslie Tierra knew that she would not be spending the entire length of the presentation isolated with the women. It was in her interest to know just what was happening in her house, at all times, and this evening was no exception!
Bob returned his wife's hand squeeze before entering the enormous room that Ed Tierra called his "office," but he was more interested in something that Leslie had just said to him than in the fact that Mary was no longer angry with him. Her words at the dinner table, while they were finishing up the pheasant and wild rice, still rung in his head. "You look like an open minded sort...." she'd said cryptically, "I'll be most interested to see if you last the night!"
Bob could hear the other men talking in excited hushed tones to each other as they entered the room. He supposed that it was going to be the usual kind of financial presentation with an excess of figures and a lot of optimistic statements ... he felt bored in advance, and yet he was curious to get a glimpse behind the scenes of a real operator like his brother-in-law. Looking around, Bob could see that the older man had disappeared, and he supposed that he was getting ready to give his talk somewhere behind the scenes. At the front of the rectangular room there was large podium, and a veil of tan curtains hid the small stage from view. Bob took a seat in one of the easy chairs provided for the guests, and accepted the offer of Havanna cigars that were being passed among the men. He examined the cigar appreciatively, and wondered how in hell Ed managed to get them, since he knew it had been many years since the Cuban and American governments had stopped trading in the wonderful tasting cigars. But he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, and settled back in his seat to wait. Champagne was being poured in clear crystal glasses, and the sparkling liquid felt good in his throat. He was feeling unusually mellow and content, and yet inside he had a sense of adventure that made him pleased to be where he was.
"It's nice to be pampered like this," he mused, letting a happy, relaxed feeling settle over him. The lights dimmed in the room, and Bob could sense the attentiveness of the other men. The room was perfectly quiet except for the sound of an occasional drag on a Cuban cigar, as blue smoke spiraled upward toward the ceiling. There was a movement to his side, and Bob turned his eyes from the stage just in time to see Ed Tierra slip into a seat at the far edge of the room. Turning back, Bob was astounded to see a young girl standing in the middle of the stage, with her back to the audience. He gasped, because at first sight, he was almost certain that the girl was his wife, Mary! Her body seemed almost exactly the same, and she had the same dark curly hair that fell softly to her shoulders. She was wearing a short red dress that barely reached the tops of her full, well rounded thighs. Then she turned a semi-profile to the audience of six men and Bob could see that although she was beautiful she wasn't Mary. There was, though, a haunting resemblance, that made him shiver as it slowly dawned on him what the girl was going to do. Already the young girl's arm was reaching back to touch the zipper of her dress where it started at the back of her neck, travelling down to the level of her hips.
It was going to be a stag show!
Bob could hear distinct sounds of delight coming from the other males in the room, and he found himself staring bug eyed at the startling scene in front of him.
The girl couldn't have been much over 17 and it was clear that she was nervous about what she was doing. Nevertheless, she began to slowly slip the short dress upwards, and Bob took in the tantalizing sight of her long, shapely legs ... calves that were high set and well moulded, thighs that touched together sensuously, below the soft protruding mounds of the girl's panty-covered softly fleshed buttocks. Her legs were covered with mesh stockings of a dark shade, so that a clear expanse of white vulnerable flesh showed at the tops of them, punctuated only by the thin black frilly lace of her garter belt.
Champagne was being poured again, and momentarily the silent deadpan waiter got in the way of his view of the stage, and Bob found himself impatiently twisting to the side, anxious not to miss a single moment of the strange presentation. He couldn't believe that it was actually him sitting there in his rich brother-in-law's house, watching something he had only read about in books. The girl had an exquisitely proportioned body, and the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh made a profound impression on his mind and body, as he felt his penis rising slowly but steadily upward. The dress slipped easily over the girl's head, and she was now turning to face her audience, an almost bitter smile playing about her full red lips. Her beautifully rounded torso, with its tapering waist, and the covered mounds of her large jiggling breasts were presented to the men watching with a bravado that Bob couldn't help but admire. Even though the lights in the room were darker than those on the stage, Bob got the impression that the young girl could see each man's face clearly, and he was sure that she was looking at him at that very moment. The thought sent a thrill of desire running through him, and he stared back, feeling that he might either run up onto the stage at any moment, or run out of the room. It was a curious feeling, but his alcohol soaked brain was whirling with the implications of what was going on.
The very thought that not only his wife, but all the other men's wives too, were sitting just outside was one of the most erotic things about the lewd show. When he turned briefly to try and catch a glimpse of his brother-in-law, he saw that the older man's eyes were glazed by a film of lust, his mouth was slack and an unattractive drop of spittle had formed at one of the comers. Bob turned away quickly when he saw the older man's hand move toward his groin. He looked back to see that the dark haired girl had removed her brassiere, and that it lay in a soft heap on the floor beside her red dress. His eyes were riveted to her firm ripe breasts as they stood high and proud, and the girl seemed to be basking in the stage light as every man in the room focused his complete attention on her. The high set, large, naked mounds quivered, and the dark pink nipples hardened at the exposure to the air. She was almost deliciously naked now. Only the small triangle of her shining black panties, garter belt and stockings remained, as she balanced on her black leather pumps, their high heels making her balance herself gingerly as she began to prance about the small stage, showing off every enticing angle and curve of her virginal looking body. From time to time she would lift up her arms, letting the luscious half spheres of her breasts peak high as she pulled her long black hair up, only to release it again in a soft tumble of curls, falling softly over her bare shoulders. The naked fullness of her tender skinned breasts swayed and quivered as she moved in a tight circle, and finally began to undo the clasps of her garter belt. The black lacy object snapped with a loud noise as it was released and Bob almost jumped out of his seat. He realized for the first time that there had been absolute silence in the room until then, and that this sharp sound had somehow helped bring back a sense of reality into the proceedings.
The thin wasp of material that made up her panties was all that remained of her apparel as the transparent hosiery slipped down, and one by one the gleaming columns of her long shapely legs were exposed. Then, after replacing her high heels, the teenaged girl turned and bent over slowly, drawing the tiny black panties slowly down over her curved hips. They caught a little, and she maneuvered them over the smooth whiteness of her buttocks, letting them brush downward against the smooth nakedness of her thighs and calves, to finally discard them, nudging them with the toe of her leather pumps so that they too lay in a soft insignificant pile beside her dress and bra.
Bob could feel the excitedly pulsating head of his swelling cock growing bigger and bigger as he saw the small sensuous mound of her little pussy, revealed in its entirety to the on-looking men. Soft silken tendrils of black hair covered the tender spot, and it nestled temptingly between her white thighs, forming a dark hair-fringed contrast to her creamy skin. All of her delightful nakedness was on view for them, and her nervousness seemed to have completely disappeared. It was as if she knew that her strength lay in her nudity. She stretched her arms up high, holding them languidly over her head for an instant, and Bob thought his tensely throbbing cock would explode as he saw that she was definitely staring directly at him, letting her tongue move about in her half open mouth, so that her lips glistened seductively. He shifted nervously in his seat. He had never expected anything like this. Not in such a posh setting anyway, and from his brother-in-law to boot. It occurred to him that his wife, Mary, would probably have a stroke if she found out what was happening! But these thoughts dimmed as the young girl who so closely resembled his wife lay down on a soft foam rubber pad that was on the floor of the stage. A few pillows were strewn casually on the thin mattress, and she arranged them so that her head was on one, the other two forming rests for her legs, so that her gracefully spread nude body was arched, her loins tilting upward, her milky thighs widespread in the classic position of love.
From this position, Bob could see her beautifully tapering legs begin to scissor open, only to close slowly again. A look of intense yearning crossed over the girl's features, and Bob could see that the exposed thin slit of her naked delicately hair-lined cunt was seeping moisture. She was aroused and waiting for release!
Her feet pointed toward the heavily breathing men, as she began to writhe slowly on the stage, her baby tight pussy clenching and unclenching as the softness of her nakedly moving buttocks became more and more marked, and the girl's passion became evident. Her fingers moved down along the now trembling flanks of her hips, over across the smooth plane of her belly, to touch the upper fringe of black curling pubic hair. Her eyes were mere slits of desire as two of her fingers plunged into the tiny opening, and slid downward across the bud of her sensitively naked clitoris, and into the soft engulfing folds of her inner pussy.
Every man in the audience heard her groan as she arched her squirming loins upward to meet her softly probing fingers. It obviously felt incredible, and Bob found himself wishing that his lust hardened cock would get a chance at the beautiful open vagina, so enticingly placed directly in front of him! "What would she be like?!" he wondered. He could imagine her as a hot volcano of passion, her legs widespread and clinging around his back, her naked, openly exposed vagina eagerly welcoming the blunt edged cudgel of his cock as it wormed its way eagerly into her secret cunt flesh!
Oh God, he thought, would I like to be inside that sweet little pussy right now. She may look like Mary, but I'll bet that hot little cunt of hers is a different story all together!
A brief wave of guilt flashed through his head as he realized the completely wanton tone of his thoughts, but just then something else happened on the stage, and as his hand moved surreptitiously to his thick bulging rod, he forgot all about it.
Ed Tierra was glad the show was finally beginning. He had promised to have the men back among the female guests in half an hour, and the hired girl seemed to be taking much longer than he'd thought. He couldn't really complain, though ... so far her performance was excellent, and he was aching for her to get on with it. He couldn't wait to see how she would take what was going to happen. He had been told that it would be the first time she'd ever done it, by the tall handsome young man who'd accompanied her, and this in itself was a very intriguing idea. The girl's name was Natalie, Ed had learned in his brief conversation with the couple earlier that evening ... and her appearance in the flesh completely lived up to her photographs. There was still that funny feeling he got whenever he looked into her black eyes, and he couldn't get over the fact that he had such a deep hankering to get her alone. Usually, he could take them or leave them ... but this one was different! She appealed to something deeper that he really couldn't explain. He watched her fingers crawling into the soft hair covered cunt lips, spreading them slowly apart so that everyone could see the wet pink of her openly throbbing pussy. The quivering white flesh of her thighs spread wider still as she bumped her soft rounded buttocks upward and let her fingers slide into the glistening furrow of the thinly bared little hole of her vagina. Her groans were getting louder, and a general gasp came from the audience of six men as three of her fingers slowly sunk into the shining pink tightly clenched opening, sinking into the hilt.
But Ed could already see the big German Shepherd at the back of the stage. The girl's companion was undoing his collar and the dog seemed to be straining forward toward the writhing girl on the floor. Ed's pulse raced, and his hand began to stroke at the big bulge of his penis where it formed a throbbing mound against his pants.
"Oh JESUS!" he thought ... "What a sight!!"
The girl didn't seem to know that anything was going on behind her, and by now she was deeply involved in the rapid rhythm of her own driving fingers inside the moistly sucking walls of her tight vaginal channel. Her face seemed to change color, turning a deep crimson as everything inside her strained toward a climax. Her groans were more and more animalistic as her fingers plunged deeply, frantically inside the heated depths of her wetly grinding pussy. Behind her, the German Shepherd was approaching slowly, his grey black fur long and obviously well kept. His mouth was open, and he was panting rapidly, his nostrils flaring as he caught the womanly scent of the wildly churning girl's openly gyrating pussy. With two bounds, he was directly in front of her, and Ed leaned forward, clinging to the edge of his chair, and sensing that the other men were doing the same as Natalie's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide. It looked as though she were about to scream, but then she remained frozen in her position, her fingers still thrust high between her nakedly spread legs, but no longer moving. She seemed too terrified to move, and Ed toyed with the idea that it was perhaps the truth that she had never done this before. He had made all the financial arrangements with the man who brought her and had paid dearly for the performance that was promised him, and from the looks of things the young girl might have thought she was doing a solo act. She lay pale and defenseless, her mouth working wordlessly as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his head moving closer and closer to her widespread and vulnerable upturned pussy. Ed turned to see how the other men were taking it, and was pleased to see them all staring in disbelief at the lewd spectacle he had arranged to entertain them. He chuckled slightly to himself at the sight of his baby sister's young husband who was leaning forward so far it looked as if he might fall from his seat and was highly amused by the shock he must be giving the young man on the evening of his first introduction. He'd probably go home and give Mary one hell of a good lay! Ed thought and then he turned his eyes back to the stage.
"MY GOD!!!" he heard Bob Moore say as the monstrous dog moved menacingly forward and the girl started to try and crawl backwards, the half moons of her naked buttocks gleaming beneath her still spread legs.
Bob thought that by all rights he ought to get up on the stage to help the defenseless girl or at least he ought to get up and leave. It seemed like the kind of thing that might happen in the middle ages ... but certainly not here in his brother-in-law's house with the women waiting unsuspectingly outside! It was ridiculous and outrageous ... but at the same time the sight of the helpless girl lying there shaking with fear held a strange fascination for him. It brought out a streak of sadism that he had never suspected, except perhaps for the way he had felt with Mary the night before ... but certainly that was no comparison to the way he felt about this girl, a paid professional ... who probably was putting on an act anyway! But the more he observed the hair raising scene, the more certain he was that it wasn't an act at all. The lovely teenager's fear was real, and a shiver of revulsion ran through him as he knew that he would continue to sit there watching what was sure to be a chilling performance. The size of his heavily bulging rod was enormous as he gingerly touched the surface of his pants. The long desire-hardened instrument jerked upwards at his touch, and he felt a distinct longing to sink its full throbbing length to the hilt in the frightened girl's tightly clenched little opening.
Amazed, he watched the giant German Shepherd lower his big furry head to the young girl's soft hair covered pussy, sniffing loudly, and letting his big long pink tongue dangle maddeningly close to the narrow trembling crevice. With a sudden motion, it was lapping greedily at the thin pink slit between Natalie's thighs. The girl's expression was one that Bob had never seen before and hoped not to see again. She was obviously afraid that if she moved too suddenly or tried to get away, the dog would bite her, ruining her for life, for she remained motionless, letting the animal run his wet rough tongue up the full length of her quivering naked cunt. Bob could see the tight closed opening of her almost hidden vagina, responding to the big swishes of the dog's tongue as it moved up and down, over the fluted ragged edges of her widespread cuntal lips. The girl's whole body was tense, helplessly waiting and hoping that it might all be over shortly ... but the animal was taking his time, letting his tongue wag up over the sensitive sensation filled bud of her clitoris, wetting the entire area of her hair covered pubic mound with each swirl. His enormous tongue spread across her sensitive naked pussy flesh with relentless motions, sweeping back and forth and up and down between trembling thighs with a determination that would not be stopped. Natalie squirmed and trembled at each wet lick, her beautiful face reflecting the horror she felt as the animal continued to nuzzle at her naked loins.
But it was also clear that a change was coming over the girl as the wild licking continued, and the dog showed no inclination to bite. Bob shuddered, feeling his own sexual stimulations mounting at ever increasing rates, his thick cock was like an enormous pole of heated hardness, and he felt it begin a spasmodic jerking as the lust inciting presentation continued. The frightened whimpers and moans that had escaped the terrified girl's lips were changing, the transformation was gradual and clearly against her will, but slowly she was writhing in a slightly different way and soft mewls of involuntary pleasure came from her lips and throat. The great slithering wet tongue licking steadily and thickly against the yielding pink inner flesh of her silken pussy was beginning to bring her pleasure!
The dog seemed to sense the change and his licking became more and more fervent. The girl's hands dropped to the big shepherd's shaggy head, encompassing it, pulling his wet muzzle closer still to her now straining crotch. Her head snapped back as the wildly licking animal thrust his gigantic tongue all the way up into her seeping vaginal canal, the thin walls giving way as the furled tongue pushed the gentle inner walls back in rippling folds. Suddenly the girl began to scream, and Bob felt goose pimples standing out all over him as he realized that she was encouraging the animal, egging him on, just exactly as though he were a man! Bob heard a groan next to him and forced himself to tear his eyes from the screen. The dignified gentleman sitting next to him had undone his fly and had released his thick red cock so that he could hold it in his hands. Bob looked further down and saw his brother-in-law had done the same, and had started pumping up and down on the lewd instrument, pulling his thick foreskin all the way back so that the big rubbery head emerged taut and red, glistening with drops of pre-cum. He stroked himself in a rhythmic manner, his fingers moving faster and faster, his eyes glued to the lascivious scene on the stage. Bob jerked his eyes back to the stage, having caught a new kind of motion out of the comer of his eye. He turned just in time to see the dog lift his head from the pleading girl's saliva inundated vagina. He could see that the young teenager didn't want the animal to stop. She had been on the verge of an orgasm and now he had interrupted it. Her hands pulled at the animal's fur, trying to get him to continue, her mouth urging him, cooing encouragement, but her expression frantic. Sobbing, she tried everything to get the German Shepherd to return to the lewd licking of her aroused little pussy, but the animal seemed used and began to back away. Suddenly, in desperation, Natalie scrambled up on all fours. Turning around, her white moon like buttocks presented to the onlookers, she arched her back, exposing the tender underneath bud of her seeping desire-ridden pussy, pink and half hidden in black tendrils of hair, nestling below her undulating inviting nether cheeks.
With a sharp gasp that was so loud it seemed not to have come from her lips, the desperately aroused young girl shifted her buttocks in lewd temptation to the prowling animal behind her. The dog understood what was being asked of him and began to raise up on his hind legs, exposing the sharp pointed pink sheath of his penis. It was long and carrot shaped, and Bob wondered if the girl would remain as enthusiastic about her animal lover if she could see it. Just as he was thinking this, the girl did look back and, tears streaming down her face, she began to move around on her hands and knees, trying to position herself to receive the big scarlet penis that wanted to enter her hot and inviting pussy. Then it happened, the dog pushed forward, his paws scraping along the naked flesh of Natalie's back. His lewdly advancing cock slipped inward, the tapered point worming its way into the wet crevice of her down surrounded pussy. With a cry, Natalie tensed and for a moment seemed to want to stop the sodomy she had started, but the dog had found what he wanted, and he persisted, pushing his rod up further anf further into the bending girl's slippery grasping vulva. He began to growl and pant and saliva dripped from his open mouth, falling down onto the white nakedness of Natalie's soft-skinned back and buttocks. Scarlet marks were beginning to appear along her sides and back where the animal's paws sought to grasp her, as though she were a she-bitch in heat. But the dog's nails had obviously been blunted so that he was not digging too deeply into the frightened but still excited young girl's tender flesh.
Bob held his breath as the jabbing penis began to plunge in and out of Natalie's hotly grinding pussy with a wild, inhuman bucking. It continued, up-slipping into the delicately colored coral pink of her inflamed and trembling pussy, skewering her, literally screwing into the tenderness of her softly yielding vagina. It was an unbelievable sight to behold, and Bob found himself biting his tongue in a combination of emotions, none of which he could clearly distinguish. Foregoing exposing his sorely aching cock as the other men had, he tried to make do with a surreptitious pat every now and then along the blood engorged penis' fully inflated length. But this only served to increase his desire, and soon he found himself rubbing the hard rock-like rod with regularity, his hand absentmindedly finding the right strokes, creating a tingling rush of blood that made him want to cum then and there, to send his sperm shooting straight up to the ceiling of the room if necessary. Mutters of excitement rose among the men in the room, but each of them was in his own world, no one speaking to anyone else as the giant dog began to bury his thick cudgel high into the unprotesting young girl's hungrily grasping vagina.
What was most exciting was the expression of relief that came over the girl's face as she felt the fullness of the German Shepherd's prick expanding and lengthening inside her tightly clasping pussy walls. She moaned with relief, her eyes closing blissfully as she moved backwards pushing her buttocks into the furry underbelly of the dog so that he could rise still higher inside her straining desire tormented cunt. Her face became a mask of contorted lust as the dog's relentlessly fucking cock sunk deeper and deeper into her receptively clutching vagina, making her cry out with a greater and greater excitement.
Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and face, and began to run down her throat forming tiny rivulets that created a stream between the soft mountains of jiggling flesh of her breasts. Her entire sensual being seemed to mold to the dog's as she gave herself up to him completely, letting him conquer her thoroughly, receiving his animal prick with utter abandon, growling and rutting, and urging him on, her face turned to the stunned men in the audience, looking at them with sightless eyes as she turned her mind inward to the delightful sensation in the pit of her dog-speared, totally filled vagina. She began to beg him to fuck her harder, calling him for the first time by name.
"LOBO! LOBO! OH' DO IT TO MEMEEEEEEEE! OH' FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! I WANT IT I NEED IT!!! ... DO IT DO IT!!"
The animal responded frantically, fucking with a madness that equaled the girl's request, his hairy body jerking and grinding against her, his feet slipping and skidding against the hard wood floor. Then she was screaming one long loud wait, her features almost unrecognizable as her throbbing vaginal slit wormed itself backwards, welcoming the first strains of her onrushing orgasm.
"AAARRRGGG! OH GOD, HELP MEEEEE! I'M THERE!!!" Automatically, Bob's hand rushed furiously up and down the length of his lust hardened cock, feeling it stiffen and tighten against his pants with each new stroke. His blood felt like it was boiling hot as it raced crazily through his veins, he could feel it pounding at his temples! There was a pressure building up in his testicles as he watched what was by far the most obscenely frightening thing he'd ever seen. And as the girl was in the last throes of her climax, he couldn't help noting once more what a strange resemblance she bore to his wife, Mary, who was probably sitting outside wondering what had happened to him!
Ed Tierra was remarking the same thing, as through his lust dulled eyes he watched the young girl he'd hired to through an incredibly drawn out orgasm that racked her youthful body from her small pearlescent toes to her finger tips. She was twisting her head wildly from side to side when Ed saw it, and realized what there was about her. Her dark hair fell churning on the floor as she screamed out her pleasure, ramming back with wild abandon as though she had taken leave of her senses against the gigantic dog's cock, just as it began spitting forth a thick white liquid into the wildly churning passage of her openly spread vagina. The hungrily accepting orifice clasped at the big dog's prick, squeezing tightly against it as her round buttocks and loins began to contract uncontrollably. Her quivering belly was in turmoil, receiving the last thick spurts of cum from the panting German Shepherd. Thin trails of sperm were sliding down the girl's columnar thighs, and she was groveling dog fashion along the floor, her arched body rapidly falling to the floor as each wave of her orgasm surpassed the first in intensity.
"Mary!" Ed Tierra thought, "She looks just like my little sister!"
"Aarrrgg ... YES ... YES ... AAAIIIEEE!" Natalie screamed out, her soaked pubic hair glistening in the stage lights as she pitched forward, and the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slid with a slight popping noise from the openly receptive vagina that had received his passion so well.
A thin stream of cum shot straight into the air as Ed Tierra's hand slid down on the thickness of his desire hardened cock one last time.
"Mary!" he thought, the name of his baby sister exploding in his brain simultaneously with his potent orgasm, while the other men, in more or less the same position, vented their lust with their own hands, climaxing along with the hired girl and her animal. Bob couldn't help himself. Although he despised what he was doing, he knew that there was really no other choice. He had chosen his company for the evening, or rather his wife had chosen it for him, and like his company he too felt the release of a power filled orgasm shaking him to the very depths, his sperm filled testicles emptying with lightning fast rapidity as Natalie fell to the floor in a semi-conscious state. The wet spot grew between his legs, as his rented evening pants were dampened by his cumming. His head snapped back as his eyes closed, he let it rush over him. He had never felt so perverted in his life. But it felt good!
"OH CHRIST' IT'S GOOD!!" he thought, clenching his teeth as he felt the wonderful sensation of relief rush through him, making a fitting climax to the lascivious evening of entertainment.
"CURTAIN!" Ed Tierra called. He was quite decent now, almost as though nothing had happened. Bob felt flushed and uneasy and glancing at the stage, he could see a man coming onstage to lead the satiated German Shepherd away from the swooning young girl, whose ravaged little pussy was still spread wide open, its pearly glistening interior still inciting lust in those who observed it.
"Well, gentlemen...." Ed said, standing from his comer chair. "I hope you've enjoyed the show ... I'm afraid it went a little over time ... but all in all if you'll note your watches, you'll see we've only been away from the ladies for one hour. Let's go in for brandy and coffee now!"
CHAPTER THREE
The elevator moved swiftly and silently, and Bob could scarcely feel it moving. Only the blinking lights on the panel in front of him indicated that the cabin was ascending, passing floor after floor heading toward his brother-in-law's penthouse office. The sign downstairs had read Edward M. Tierra, Land Development, Contracting, and Bob, carrying his portfolio in one hand had glanced at it suspiciously, knowing that there was really no turning back now ... he was already in the building, and he was going to go through with the whole thing.
Two days had passed since the unprecedented evening he'd spent at his brother-in-law's home and now as he watched the lights blinking it seemed almost like a dream ... too bizarre to be true. Deep down inside however, he knew it to be all too real, and that the strange scene he had witnessed had had a profound effect on him ... the full nature of which he still ignored. He had been more distant with Mary than ever, for one thing, since then, and although he tried not to be, it was impossible to be the person his wife wanted him to be. She had gone on and one about the merits of her older brother, the beauty of his home, and the wonderful dinner party they had attended and Bob had answered with a surly growl. If only she knew just what that wonderful older brother of hers had set up in his conference room! If only she could have seen the way her brother had been looking at the defenseless young thing on the stage ... the way he'd exposed his big heavy veined cock, unmindful of the other men in the room! It made him angry now that he too had succumbed to the lewd invitation to fondle himself ... it seemed cheap and tawdry, and he was ashamed of having done it.
Then why was he here right now ... walking down the lush carpeted hall to Ed Tierra's suite of offices? he asked himself. The older man had set up the appointment with him before he and Mary left the party, and he had been unable to refuse it since Mary was right there beside him. He'd feigned an enthusiasm that he hadn't felt and agreed to be there Monday morning at the dot of 9:00 smiling and shaking the man's hand and thanking him and Leslie for a wonderful evening. Inside, he'd felt tired, and oddly old, wanting nothing but sleep and the sure cessation of the bombardment of his senses. Now, he felt a renewal of this feeling as he opened the outer door to the reception room of Ed's office. Once inside however, he couldn't help but be impressed by the opulent surroundings. The reception office alone was the size of a barn, but done in subtle shades of grey-green and white, the furniture tastefully modern, the lighting indirect. There was not a glaring note anywhere, and Bob approached the lovely young blonde girl who sat behind a big desk at the end of the room with a feeling that Ed Tierra might be the kind of man he could work with after all.
When the young secretary turned to look at him, he was startled by her exquisite beauty, the clarity of her hazel eyes as they boldly appraised him.
"You're Bob Moore ... right?" she asked, and Bob noted that she had an English accent. He remembered that English secretaries were of prime value among American businessmen, sometimes commanding twice the salary of American girls and sometimes earning it through their great efficiency, poise, bearing and sense of propriety. This girl certainly seemed the kind that Bob would want in his front office, if he were hiring. She made just the right impression ... cool, but not cold, charming, but not overly friendly.
"That's right ... yes...." he replied, noting that the girl's neatly arranged tailored suit nevertheless showed up every curve she had, to great advantage. What anyone wanted "to say or think about Ed Tierra, he had an eye for women!
"Mr. Tierra is expecting you ... won't you go right in?" She stood and showed Bob the way to one of the many doors leading from the reception room. As he headed toward it, he heard her buzzing an intercom system and announcing him.
"Mr. Tierra ... Mr. Moore is on his way in ... "
"Fine, Kay ... and come in with your pad at 10 o'clock, will you?" he heard Ed's voice reply . briskly over the intercom.
He turned the handle on the door, noting that it had an odd shape, but not pausing to stop to see what it was. The room he stepped into was completely empty, but filled with sculptures and paintings that Bob wanted to stop and look at, but he heard a booming voice from another connecting room, and headed in that direction.
"Bob! Come on in here, you son of a gun!" A little taken back, Bob entered the room that his brother-in-law called an office. It was brightly lighted and filled with architectural renderings of the buildings that Ed Tierra had built. Ed himself sat behind an enormous desk, beneath a full length stylish portrait of his wife, Leslie. The older man looked up and smiled, then stood up and extended his hand to his young brother-in-law.
The next sixty minutes were some of the most exciting of Bob's career. He showed and explained the full extent of his work and his ideas to the wealthy older man, going into all the details that had often antagonized the higher-ups in the companies he'd worked with before. To his amazement, Ed Tierra was delighted. He, in turn, showed Bob every building he'd ever worked on, every project finished and still in the works, outlining his own advanced theories from urban development to the remodeling of country silos into vacation dwellings.
At the end of the hour, Bob was exhilarated. He had just been offered the position of head architect in Ed Tierra's company, and he was delighted to accept. His head was whirling with the possibilities ahead of him, all his doubts dispelled, the terrible things he had formerly thought about his wife's older brother were forgotten. He felt flushed and excited, and couldn't wait to call his wife to tell her the good news. She had been right all along, he mused, as he sat in front of Ed's desk. The big picture window gave an excellent view of downtown San Francisco's happy Powell Street where the cable cars ran back and forth, carrying their passengers on the inside as well as the outside of the gaily clanging cars.
All was right with the world at last ... he was going to be doing the things he wanted to do ... creating beautiful, functional buildings for those happy people!
"Cigarette?" Ed asked, offering a pack of Camels.
"No, thank you, I don't smoke...." Bob replied recalling how two years before when he still did smoke he would have leaped at the chance to have a Camel ... especially at a moment like this!
He wanted to call Mary and tell her, but the telephone had not been installed at the houseboat yet, and there was nothing to do but wait until he got back home.
"Why don't you stick around, Bob ... I've got some things to go over with my secretary ... and then we can have lunch somewhere!"
"Sure," Bob replied, "I'd like to go over these plans for the Marin County development one more time anyway ... I'll just go over to the drawing table until you're through."
Bob paid little attention to the entrance of Kay, Tierra's secretary, and began to unfurl the blueprints that he and Ed had already been looking at. He became engrossed in their content, and about a quarter of an hour had passed before he realized that there were no further sounds of dictation coming from the big desk. He turned to look in their direction, and was at first startled to see only Ed sitting behind his desk. But something about the expression on his face made him look down, and through the latticework of the wrought iron desk, he could see the bent form of the young blonde secretary and it was only then that the noise reached his ears.
MY GOD' THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Bob's mind exploded.
But happening it was. There, kneeling slave like in front of her wealthy older employer was the smart, prim English receptionist, her mouth stretched to its fullest to encompass the huge throbbing girth of Ed Tierra's lust inflated dock.
Bob sucked in his breath and watched with horrified fascination as Kay's elastic lips sucked with all their might on the pistol-like skewer fucking into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film of undeniable lust that Bob realized was not put on. This was obviously a part of the young girl's job that she enjoyed very much! And he could feel his own dormant prick beginning to come to life as he watched Kay's soft lips on the other side of the room clasping hungrily, the still growing hard driving masculine hardness sawing into her mouth. The thin, elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Ed grinned lewdly above her as he fucked deep into her mouth and watched his young secretary's lust contorted face suck and lick at his hard pistoning cock like a greedy child with a luscious treat. She was grasping him hard around his thighs, trying desperately to get more and more of his ever-expanding penis into her clasping lips, reveling in the cruel humiliation her employer was subjecting her to ... a masochistic light shining strangely in her glazed eyes.
Bob didn't know which way to turn. It was obvious that this obscene display was being perpetrated for his benefit, but the reasoning behind it escaped him. However, the spectacle itself was so incredible that all he really cared about was seeing it through to the finish. First the other night at his brother-in-law's house and now this!
Great swirls of heat were building deep in Ed's tingling, sperm-filled balls as he watched Kay's face working above his upgrinding loins. His lust-filled prick pulled almost completely out of her wide-stretched mouth and then plunged back in again to the hilt. His heavy testicles slapped up obscenely against her chin and as she continued her mouthing, he let his long excited throbbing prick slide in and out, making the blonde secretary suck furiously on it until she could feel its heated friction against her lips. Ed knew that his new employee had been watching for some time now and with almost imperceptible movement, he pressed the buzzer that signaled for his favorite girl from the typing pool.
Knowing he would not have to bother about Bob anymore, he turned his attention back to his young English secretary who knelt before him in total supplication. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her face as she pounded her ovaled lips down to meet the base of his heavily veined lust-bloated hardness. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his hips up from his chair, pushing even further between the incredible moistness of her greedily accepting mouth.
Ed paid no attention to the interruption when the door to his office was opened, but Bob was beside himself. How could Tierra just let this go on when someone was obviously about to walk into the room. But when the tiny, sexy young girl strolled into the office, she completely ignored the obscene spectacle being presented at the desk, instead walking enticingly over to the drawing table where Bob sat, perched high up on the stool, his legs dangling down as he faced away from the plans he had been studying. Without so much as a word, the young girl reached out, her fingers nimbly finding the top of the zipper to Bob's pants and with one deft stroke, she pulled it all the way down. Bob was unable to stop her. His mouth hung open in complete stupefaction and it was only when he felt the warm slender fingers reaching inside his pants that he realized that he too was about to be treated to a morning blow job! His eyes met his brother-in-law's for a brief instant and he could see that Ed had planned all this out very carefully for him.
"Welcome to the company!" Ed called out to him as with a fierce grunt, he gripped Kay's head and forced the bulbous tip of his thick, bulging rod to smack against his secretary's throat.
"Treat her rough...." he advised his young brother-in-law. "That's the way they like it ... "
But before Bob could answer or even think about answering, his now long, excited throbbing prick was being exposed to the cool air conditioning of the plush office and he just had time to look down as the shapely young girl bent over his seated body. The high stool brought his hot loins to just about breast height on the tiny girl and she had only to bend her head slightly for her lips to meet the pulsating hardness of the engorged length of his huge fleshy penis.
With maddening and deliberate slowness, she parted her lips slightly and rested them gently on the beet red tip of his bloated prick. She began to stroke and massage his penis, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her other hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Bob groaned out his pleasure, and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his excited pulsating, desire hardened cock as her fingernails scratched lightly over the throbbing surface as it pointed yearningly up toward her willingly available mouth.
Bob grunted out loud and thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her wide open lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive tip of his hardened rod of flesh.
"Oh, God ... suck it, baby ... suck it good!" Bob found himself yelling out as the young girl began working furiously up and down the full length of his maddeningly engorged penis. He was going to get all the pleasure out of this little bitch he could. God, why didn't Mary ever just walk up to him and start to suck him off? It is what a man needs from time to time ... not just some woman to lie back and do nothing.
The little typist's tongue with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was making the hardened tip of his prick throb and jerk as though his heart was resting inside it. Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward and took hold of her curly head with his hand, giving a loud grunt as he forced it hard all the way down onto his rigidly straining penis until her lips were smashed against the roughness of his protruding pubic hair.
"Nnnnnnghghghg...." he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her breath as the huge width of his cock head forced the back of her small throat into an unnatural width. But he held her firm, heeding the advice of his bawdy brother-in-law and began to buck his hips up into the willing receptacle of her tender young face.
"Suck it suck it suck it suck it-suck it-suck it. . " Ed Tierra's voice boomed out in the sound proof room as he felt his lust bloated balls beginning to explode just as Kay's tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip of his heavily invading, wildly pistoning cock just right and her lips clamped tight around his now madly jerking prick.
"THIS IS FOR YOU' BABY!!!" Ed screamed out just as his lust inflamed penis began spewing forth hot thick streams of heated male sperm deep into her desperately sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish like as she greedily swallowed the hot flooding gushes of jism and continued sucking as if she wished to milk her older employer dry. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white hot sperm into the welcoming warmth of her oral cavern. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to her tonsils.
Bob thought he would go completely out of his mind. Watching his brother-in-law nearly killing his beautiful secretary with his enormous penis was almost more than he was able to stand. Viciously he began to pound mercilessly into the young girl who stood bent over him like a willing and submissive servant, slapping so hard into her hungrily sucking mouth that the noise reverberated around the room. His face purplish with lust, the tendons in his neck stood out and sweat dripped from his forehead. His prick felt like it was filled with molten lead and ready to explode like a giant grenade. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, letting her gasps for air go unheeded in his quest for the final end that would bring him the delicious pleasure he now had to have. Pleasure that was building and building until now, suddenly he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his pendulous balls racing maddeningly up the full length of his hardened tormented rod of flesh.
His furiously invading cock began a wild staccato jerking that flooded into the young girl's mouth with gush after gush of his heated sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, crooning with delight at his hard thrusting loins.
His hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his exploding penis further and further into her throat as she went on sucking wildly and he continued shooting his creamy sperm deep into her willingly accepting mouth.
"What a way to start work!" he thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was almost dark when Bob drove up the narrow road that led to his houseboat. The lights were on inside, and Bob could sense Mary's presence. He had been drinking since having lunch with his brother-in-law ... the man who was to be his new employer, and Kay, the young English secretary, whose lips had done such wonders around Ed's hotly surging cock.
He felt terrible, and the booze hadn't helped any at all. Solitary drinking only made him surly, and this was no exception. By all rights, he ought to be celebrating his good fortune, but somehow the combination of sex and business struck him as unfortunate, and he visualized his devil-may-care brother-in-law creating more such treats for him at the drop of a hat ... an eventuality that did not please him at all. He had never really been unfaithful to Mary before, and although one or two incidents didn't seem too terrible, making a habit of it seemed unfair to his wife.
But there was a storm of conflicting emotions brewing inside him ... from the guilt feelings about what he'd done in Mary's brother's office to the feeling that he deserved a little pleasure in that area. He walked to the door thinking about that aspect of it, noticing that there was no dinner on the stove and that Mary was nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it!" he thought, "I'm hungry ... it's about time that little bitch started learning how to hold onto a man!"
The noise of running water came from the direction of the bathroom, and Bob realized that Mary was taking another of her interminable baths. That probably meant she was really upset about him being gone so long! He sat down at the table after grabbing a cold beer and some cold cuts from the small refrigerator. The idea that she was still in there even though she had probably heard him by now, infuriated him. He chewed angrily on a piece of salami, and thought about all the things he wanted to do with Mary that she had never let him do ... It was her fault, damn it, that he'd gotten involved in all these things ... she never gave him that extra bit of spice that he needed! He convinced himself that he would have walked out of both of Ed Tierra's tempting shows had Mary been a more inventive lover.
"There's one thing I'd really like to do to her!" he thought vindictively as he munched another piece of cold meat. He'd been thinking about it off and on, but he never knew just how to present the idea to her. It occurred to him that he'd better break in his new bride fast if he was going to hold his own at Tierra Development and Contracting!
He grabbed a second beer out of the refrigerator, noticing that the freezing compartment needed defrosting. That always infuriated him too! By the time he heard a soft click behind him and the gentle pad of feet across the rug to the bed, he was fit to be tied. The effervescence of the beer was sending the alcohol already in his blood racing at a faster rate, making him feel it even more.
He whirled around to face his 19 year old wife, and saw her return his stare. Her expression turned from one of defiance to one of shock. She was wearing a white terry cloth wraparound that fit snugly around her curvaceous figure, clinging so tightly around her breasts that Bob could see his young wife's nipples temptingly protruding against the nubby material.
"Bob ... you've been drinking!" she said accusingly. "How could...."
"Damned right I've been drinking!" Bob interrupted, downing another slug of beer. "Celebrating ... with your brother!"
"Celebrating?" Mary's face lit up as she realized that her dreams of Bob working with her brother might have come true. "You mean...."
"Yes...." Bob snarled back, "I mean...!" He imitated her high pitched voice, ending up with a nasty sneer.
Mary undid her wrap and reached for her nightgown, where it was hanging on a peg behind the bathroom door. Her fresh youthful nudity seemed to make that comer brighter as she turned her back modestly to him and began to slip the gown over her head. The plump rosy nether cheeks of her salient buttocks caught his attention, as she continued speaking to him, a worried tone in her voice.
"But ... Bob ... I don't understand ... what's wrong?"
Her back was still turned, and the gown caught in her arms the wrong way. She struggled to straighten it out, seemingly conscious that he was observing her from behind, and that she had to cover herself quickly in order to talk to him. Nervously she tugged it down, finally covering the exposed bareness of her pale white body. She felt like his eyes were burning holes in her back, and her body, already flushed and warm from her long bath, grew even more flushed as adrenalin started to flow in her veins, and she found herself facing a strange new situation. She had never seen Bob drunk before ... he had never indulged in more than a few beers in all the time she had known him. It had been exceptional for them both to drink as much as they had at her brother's the other night, but she had enjoyed the light feeling of wickedness and the sense of being "grown up" that it gave her. Now she tried in vain to find a precedent, a way of coping with her husband's belligerence. She felt completely confused. First she had waited all day for some word from him, then she'd gone out to a phone booth to call her brother, and had been told he was out to lunch. Then she'd called her mother, thinking that the elderly woman might have had some word from her brother about Bob. Finally she'd returned to the little houseboat, driving a borrowed Volkswagen, hoping that Bob would be back by then. She was really beginning to worry when it started to get dark and still there was no sign of him. Tired of keeping dinner warm on the stove, she finally put everything away and went into the bathroom to run a tub ... the only way she could think of to soothe her frazzled nerves! And now ... after a day like that, Bob seemed to be angry with her about something! Even though he seemed to be saying that he had accepted a job in her brother Ed's firm! It just didn't make any sense at all.
"Perhaps," she thought, "If I remain calm, he'll calm down too!" She turned to face her husband, and was astonished to see that he was almost right next to her now, his eyes glaring into hers, something akin to pure hatred in them.
"Darling...." she said, "Please ... we won't talk now'....why don't you just go to bed ... it's late and I'm sure in the morning we can ... everything will be different...." She reached out her hand to touch his shoulder and hesitated ... there was something frightening about him. His shirt was crumpled and his tie missing. His normally neat blonde hair was mussed and his eyes already bloodshot. He looked just terrible! She took a step backward and stammered.
"B ... bob?"
"Yes ... let's go to bed ... let's celebrate some more ... I'm now your brother's fair haired boy!"
"But ... But, Bob, that's wonderful ... Why are you so...." She was still backing away, but there was only so far she could go.
"DON'T BACK AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled. "ARE YOU AFRAID OF YOUR OWN HUSBAND? FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, WOMAN?"
"Nothing, Bob ... I'm not backing away ... it's just that you seem so strange ... please...." She was clutching the bodice of her silk nightgown to her, intuitively defending her breasts without even realizing it.
Bob's eyes dropped to her tightly clenched fingers, and he studied the soft prominent protrusions of her breasts beneath the almost nonexistent material.
"THERE'S NOTHING STRANGE!" he cried, grabbing her by the wrist. "WHEN I'M HORNEY I WANT A LITTLE ACTION FROM YOU ... NOT A BUNCH OF ROMANTIC GARBAGE!"
He pulled the terrified 19 year old girl who was his wife over to the studio bed. That something he'd always wanted to do ... he was going to do it tonight! He was going to do it no matter what! He'd just had about enough of having his emotions manipulated in one way or another ... Mary was turning them off or her brother was turning them on! This time he was going to do what he wanted to do!
"But if you want to make love, darling...." she cried.
Bob flung her down to the bed, and stood menacingly over her. "BUT YOU SEE ... I DON'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE! I WANT A FUCK! A LAY! A SCREW!!" He began to rip off his clothes, throwing them helter skelter on the floor of the gently rolling houseboat.
Mary flinched at his words as though he had struck her with them. They seemed to pierce her like small arrows, and she could feel herself wilting under their impact as though she had been mortally wounded. The utter shock of his attitude, the crude words and their humiliating meaning, overwhelmed her, making her too stunned to cry, although it seemed as if everything inside her were shattering. All her hopes for their marriage ruined in one night ... everything she had feared as a child finally coming true. She had made a mess of it ... she didn't know how ... but she had. It didn't seem possible that Bob could be so upset with her for no reason whatsoever.
"Just let me go ... let me leave!" she cried out, scrambling over the bed in the opposite direction. But Bob, now totally naked, his ponderously erect cock sticking straight up before him like a rampaging stallion leapt on the bed and dragged her backwards.
"OH NO!" he cried, "Oh, no you don't!" He pulled her over and began to lift her nightgown up, roughly rolling it over her head. Her muffled cries made no dent in his intentions as he withdrew the gown and tossed it away from them.
Bob's swollenly throbbing cock jutted out menacingly from beneath his taut muscular waist as leaning over, he slowly parted the soft yielding double moons of his young wife's buttocks.
.Mary groaned as she felt the cool night air rush up to meet the tiny puckering flower of her anus. God, what was Bob going to do to her, she thought. He had never treated her so cruelly before. Never.
"You think you're so goddamned untouchable...." Bob muttered to himself as, dropping his head down, he flicked his long pointed tongue forward and licked teasingly at the surface between the softness of her widely held ass cheeks.
"NNNOOOO!!!" Mary objected as she felt the disgusting wetness creeping along her narrow trembling crevice. It felt clammy and disgusting to her and it seemed so obscene that her husband would do such a thing to her. She never would have believed that Bob would force her into such a weird, degrading position!
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" she begged her relentless husband. "You're disgusting ... disgusting!!!"
But Bob paid her no heed. Instead his tongue flicked teasingly again into the tight open crevice of her behind, sending chills running throughout her entire trembling body, making her feel completely humiliated and ashamed at having to submit to him in such a lewd position.
"Spread those knees wider ... WIDER!" he commanded her in such a tone that Mary complied with his wishes instantly. She forced her knees so far apart on the studio bed that she winces at the pain it caused her. Suddenly she felt a sharper pain in her rectum and she realized dully that Bob was trying to force a finger up her virgin rear passage.
"NO' NO, BOB, NO ... YOU MUSTN'T DO THAT ... NO BOB' NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
But even as she protested, Bob's thick stubby finger popped inside the tight clinging outer ring of muscle up to the first knuckle.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG...."
Mary cried out, burying her face in the pillow and trying to hold her tears back. The pain was incredible and just when she thought she would be able to bear it, Bob pushed forward again, this time sinking his entire finger in her tightly resisting anal canal.
"NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mary begged over and over, but Bob was warming to his task now and had no thoughts of stopping until he had tasted the forbidden fruit that he had so long thought about. He Was going to fuck her up the ass ... and fuck her good and hard. This was going to be one night she wouldn't forget for a long time!
Savagely, he worked his finger around inside the defensively clenching hold between her widespread legs, feeling it expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Mary winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move his finger around still more within the dark anal sheath of her rectum. The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his prodding, and encouraged, Bob forced in another finger.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggg!!!"
Mary screamed again and again, desperately trying to get away from this maniac she'd married, but Bob pinned her back down onto the bed with his other hand pressed tightly into the soft smooth skin of her back and continued his brutal attack. He maneuvered himself between her aching legs, looking directly down into the widespread area of her fully exposed rectum.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out with a lewd, wet popping sound and before Mary could let the rush of relief course through her body she felt the bulbous tip of his enormous lust-maddened penis prodding at the tender puckered opening of her narrow trembling crevice and for the first time, she realized just what her young husband had in mind for her.
"BOB ... NO ... NO, YOU CAN'T ... YOU CAN'T!!!"
"YES ... YES...." Bob answered, slipping his thick foreskin back over the swollen red bulb at the end of his prick and pressing it insistently up against her virgin anus. "Yes, I can ... AND WILL!!!"
Mary heard Bob spit noisily into his hand and rub the head of his ready penis and the quiveringly clutching opening to her rubbery anal channel with the slippery liquid. Sheer terror blinded her as she felt him place the huge blunt instrument against the tight hardness entering his young wife's tightly puckered rectum. He watched as it took up a big place in the soft yielding crevice, worming it's way into the tightness of her anus. He could hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his invading cock, submissively pointed skyward while he strained mightily against the tiny, tightly resisting nether ring of the slavishly kneeling receptacle of her body.
For a long moment, Bob wasn't sure he would be able to enter her. His pendulous balls ached with their heavy load and his long, fully erect prick tingled with anticipation. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he slammed his hips forward and like some ancient battering ram at the castle door, the thick pistol-like skewer surged forward, the red, swollen head bursting inside Mary's rubbery giving oval depths.
"AAAARRRRGGGG!!!"
The brutal entry into her virgin passage by such a huge fleshy penis sent searing, flashes of white hot pain smashing against her every nerve ending. The-pain was incredible ... it was everywhere about her ... inside her ... all around her ... as if she had never known anything but pain.
Above her, Bob moaned in ecstasy, letting his heavily invading penis sink all the way in until the flat surface of his rippling stomach smacked lewdly against the bulging moons of his young wife's hopelessly impaled, tightly resisting back channel. Bob closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the luxurious feel of her tightly clamping nether lips, rippling in rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving prick. And without further ado, began to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her defenseless anal sheath.
"Nooooooo ... noooooooooo...." Mary moaned, as his pelvis continually smacked loudly against the softness of her firmly rounded young buttocks. He rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the tender pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. His long, hard prick disappeared all the way up her tightly resisting anus with each cruel thrust so that none of it could be seen as it buried its way into the tight open crevice of her behind.
Mary's face was flushed a bright red ... her long hair lay in damp patches down her sweat soaked back. In all her life, she had never dreamed that she would someday be sodomized like this and then, for some reason she could not fathom, the pain began to be pleasurable in a strangely erotic way and then almost without her knowing it, she felt a maddening masochistic joy begin to spread throughout her pain racked body. She could almost feel herself splitting open for the power and pressure Bob was exerting deep down inside her helplessly stretched anal sheath, but she gritted her teeth and started to do all the things she was sure Bob wanted her to do.
She began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of his hard driving loins and undulating her body moving her high waving buttocks in tiny sensuous circles. By tiny degree after degree the pain lessened and a definite stimulation began to blend in with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as Bob rammed into her again and again.
She was being sodomized! Forced into this lewdly slavish debasement by her own husband and the very thought sent a huge ripple of perverse pleasure coursing through her. Each time his brute thrust would drive her forward, she would squirm back onto his masculine hardness until soon she was filled with an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become pleasure. The humiliation, pure joy!
"Aaaahhh ... AAAHHH!!" she sighed as the sensuous thrills expanded from her abused anal tunnel to every part of her now totally submissive body. She knew it was wrong, and knowing this made her enjoy it all the more ... in fact, every time she visualized herself as someone else might see her, she felt an undeniable surge of pure passion. She felt as though she was truly Bob's ... his willing slave.
Mary groaned like a crazy woman, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, panting like a bitch in heat as she threw her ass back at her husband in a maddening circular motion. This was what Bob had always wanted and now he was getting it ... he could and would do with her as he liked. And he was ... digging his poker hot penis into her tight anal passage and leaving it there, hearing her moan and mewl with delight as he wiggled his hips and probed, moving around inside her anyway he liked!
The sounds of Mary's obvious pleasure sent Bob into a new frenzy of increased lust and he rammed into her widely stretched depths with a renewed fervor that nearly sent her sprawling across the room.
Digging his prick into her and leaving it there, he listened to her groan while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her dark rubbery channel like a slithering snake. He slipped it back out until just the red, swollen tip remained buried inside her and then plunged it right in again in one long, agonizingly smooth stroke. Then changing tactics, he began rubbing rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping on a skin tight glove. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking wildly before him and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that seared up her absurdly stretched anus like a wild brush fire.
Mary let out a low, throaty whining noise that almost sent Bob out of his mind as cursing and almost screaming himself he reached forward Under her kneeling body to grab onto her hanging twin breasts, filling each hand with the soft fleshiness. Mary fucked back at her husband with even more power, her untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from her fiery rectum. She was going to cum too!
"AH ... AAAHHH ... AAHHHH!!!"
Bob gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching behind responded hungrily. And beneath his back-breaking attack, Mary felt the first delicious torrents of her husband's hot, white semen exploding into the dark depths of her rectum, its heat surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as the great gush of pleasure rippled through her. Bob's white, thick male sperm came in Wave after gushing wave of unabashed pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. Mary's anal muscles were climaxing all around his cock, milking and massaging at it as it had never been before. Bob screamed out in pleasure as he smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body beneath his, his spending cock still deeply thrust between the gyrating cheeks of her soft, still gently trembling buttocks.
"What a sweet hot butt!" he cried out in his final spasm, "Give me your cum. COME ON, GIVE ME YOUR TIGHT ASSED CUM!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Come tonight ... any time after nine ... and we'll talk!"
Ed Tierra put down the phone. He had been getting ready to go to the office when the call came through. He sat behind his desk staring at the large portrait of his wife, Leslie, that was hung on the wall. He liked this one much better than the one he had in his Powell Street office, because in it Leslie was completely nude, stretched out on the alpaca chaise lounge he had brought back for her from his last trip to South America. The reddish brown and white fur complimented her russet colored locks, and Ed was glad that he had insisted that the portrait include a generous view of his lovely wife's matching pubic fleece.
But this exciting view only provided a background for his primary thoughts as he sat in his study. What he was really thinking about was his 19 year old sister's call. She had certainly sounded distraught, he mused, stirring his gin and orange juice with his long thick finger. But as to why she wouldn't go into it over the phone...."Too personal" she'd muttered.
Ed opened up his desk drawer and pulled out the photos of Natalie ... he now had pictures of her with the dog, Lobo, to add to his collection. He looked at the small brunette's lithe and sensuous body as she appeared in the series of pictures he had ordered from the girl and the man he assumed was her "manager". It had been quite a disappointment for him to find out that he couldn't have an evening with the girl by herself at any price, so he'd settled for the pictures as a souvenir, and decided to invite her back often for his little evening entertainments.
"By all rights," he thought, absentmindedly rifling through the lewdly pornographic photographs, "my little sister ought to be in seventh heaven ... I've just given that husband of hers a job that almost any architect would give his eye teeth for." He recalled Bob's visit on the previous day with some amusement. He really was fond of the boy, he thought ... perhaps I gave him a little too much of a shock ... but, no, that couldn't be it ... he really seemed to take it all in his stride, from the size of his cock in that little typist's mouth! From the looks of him, he had seemed to need something just like that, Ed thought, getting up and finishing putting his tie on. Maybe little Mary isn't putting out for him!? That could certainly lead to some marital problems!
He had never before thought of his sister in these terms, but now that he had, he found it most interesting. As he drove his Mercedes into town, he resolved that when Mary came to see him that night, he would certainly try to give her a few pointers about how to treat a man! For a while, he toyed with the idea of getting Leslie to talk to her, if indeed her problem seemed to lie in that direction.
Once in the office he directed himself immediately to the new office that Bob was to occupy. He found his young brother-in-law already there, making arrangements for the redecoration of the small suite of rooms as Ed had told him to do.
"Morning, Bob!" Ed said, reaching his hand out. His keen eyes appraised the tall handsome blonde man's features. He found him pale, his expression one of a man with deep worries.
"Had a little tiff, eh?" Ed asked as soon as the formalities of greeting were over.
Surprised, Bob replied frankly in the affirmative. He had no intention of going into details, but he did go so far as to imply that the unorthodox happenings at Ed's office had indirectly caused a blow-up of some sort between him and Mary.
"Well, suppose I got Leslie to talk to her ... sort of give her the idea that men will be men and that sort of thing...." Ed said, beaming brightly.
Bob visualized his gorgeous sister-in-law ... and thought that she certainly would be the kind of woman who could tell Mary a thing or two. He was tired of getting into rages against his wife when deep down, he really did love her, even though she had often enough accused him of the contrary!
The thought that a few words with Leslie might straighten Mary out completely, or at least put her on the right track, was very tempting, to say the least.
"Well ... yes ... that sounds great...." he answered finally. "I don't pretend to be completely right about these things, ... I gu-guess Mary just hasn't had much experience in life...."
"Always very sheltered ... you know she's the baby that came along when Mom and Dad didn't think they were going to have any more. Everyone thought my mother was too old, but she proved them wrong ... nevertheless, they treated Mary like she was a little angel, rather than a real live girl!"
Bob was embarrassed to realize that he didn't even know these details about his wife. He suddenly felt that he hadn't been understanding enough. Certainly there was no excuse for what he had done to her the night before, but he hadn't been able to help himself.
"Great!" Ed said, rising to go into his own office. "We'll set it up for tonight then ... and I'll go and let you get settled in here. Don't forget the Board meeting at 3:00!"
* * *
Mary had borrowed the neighbors VW again, and she had been driving around San Francisco for hours, just so she didn't have to be at home when Bob returned from work. She just couldn't face him after last night. Her soft trim little buttocks were still sore, as she sat in the driver's seat and went up and down still another hill. She was thankful that she at least had someone to talk to. Her older brother would help her to understand the things that were going on in her husband ... of that much she was sure! She pulled up in front of the house a few minutes after nine. Once more a thrill went through her when she saw just how opulently her brother could afford to live. She turned off the ignition and adjusted the skirt of the suit she had chosen to wear for this delicate meeting. She thought it struck just the right note, being demure, but also very attractive. The top was a closely cut bodice of blue linen that cupped the softness of her hidden breasts snugly, and the skirt was of the new longer length that was so much in vogue that season. She thought it made her legs look much more sophisticated than the short mini skirts she'd been wearing. Even though she was still technically a teenager, she had been anxious to do away with that image, especially since she was now a married woman.
But, she thought as she patted her hair back in place and climbed the steps to her wealthy brother's house, the way things were going it didn't look like she was going to be married that much longer. The thought was depressing and frightening, and she managed to choke back a sob just as the large white paneled door opened wide.
Leslie Tierra stood in the doorway, resplendent in a flowing lounging gown of a soft flowery print. Her long red hair was brushed and shining, and her eyes contained the same tinge of humor that they usually did.
"Mary...." she said, leaning over to kiss the smaller woman on the cheek. "I must go out this evening, but Ed is waiting for you ... we have a little cold chicken and some pate left over from dinner, if you're hungry ... you should enjoy that and a little champagne." She was leading the younger woman into the living room where Mary could already smell the cigarette smoke that signaled that her brother was there. Ed got up from an easy chair and greeted his baby sister.
"Hello, darling," he said, giving her an affectionate bear hug. "Come sit down right away ... have a drink ... have two ... you look a bit frazzled. Just relax and let yourself sink into that chair over there. The best chair in the entire house ... that's it ... lean back in it now ... There! Isn't that great!"
Mary did as she was told. She was only too glad to be in someone else's hands ... to not have to think about anything for a few moments at any rate. She reclined in the adjustable chair, letting her feet rise above the level of her head, listening to the sound of her brother making drinks at the over stocked bar, while she rested her eyes for a blissful second. Leslie had disappeared, and she returned briefly just as Mary was gratefully accepting a tall frosty glass from her brother.
"I'm afraid I'll be quite late," Leslie said, and Mary noticed that the beautiful woman had changed into a satiny dress of a transparent yellow that showed off her statuesque figure to great advantage.
It occurred to her that Bob would never let her go out in a dress like that, and she felt a renewal of the depression she'd been feeling all day long. Perhaps her differences with Bob were so great that they would never be solved! She watched enviously as Ed tenderly kissed his wife goodbye...."Where was she going?" Mary wondered.
"Have a good time, hoh ... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Ed chided her.
"How could I possibly find anything you wouldn't do?" Leslie replied with a flash of her green eyes, and Mary saw for the first time that she wasn't wearing any bra under her dress. The complete outline of her nakedly exposed breasts showed clearly beneath the thinly clinging material. A funny feeling went through her as she saw this, but she couldn't quite define it ... a mixture of jealousy and outrage perhaps, but she wasn't sure. She realized that she just wasn't sure of anything anymore!
Ed watched his beloved wife walk away from him, and once more marveled at the incredible shape of her sensuously jiggling behind.
"What an ass!" he said out loud, before returning to his chair and his stinger.
He noticed that Mary was blushing a deep crimson, and laughed. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you, my dear ... but, you've got to admit ... it's true!" Ed thought about the place that his wife was going that evening. A little "party in the neighborhood" where some of their more intimate friends would be. He had forgotten all about it when he'd told Mary to come over, and so instead of canceling either one completely, he decided to have a little chat with his sister himself, and to send Leslie to the party alone. Some of the men there, he mused, would not be overly sad that he had not attended with her! He felt a little sad himself not to be getting in on the feminine treats whom he knew would be at the Simmon's place tonight. He felt really in the mood for a piece of tail ... and the thought that Leslie was probably going to get fucked within an inch of her life made him feel gyped! Nevertheless, he reasoned, the family business comes first. Perhaps he would be able to join Leslie at the party later on, once he had straightened out his little sister's problems.
"Stinger on the rocks" he said out loud. "Nice drink, but potent ... be careful ... it's the brandy ... sneaks up on you and clobbers you over the head. But that's what I like about them!" She looked so frail, he thought ... so wan. What on earth had Bob done to her?
"Now, sweetheart," he said in his best brotherly tone, "what's the trouble?"
"Well ... I...." Mary thirstily took a large sip of the stinger. It tasted smooth and refreshing, and already it seemed to be having a numbing effect on her brain. Her troubles were just a little bit less real to her than before.
"It's Bob isn't it ...?" Ed prompted, filling his own glass. At the same time he flicked the switch of his tape machine in a mahogany console nearby and the room was instantly flooded with the sound of melodious strings and piano music. "You've had an argument of some sort...." he added, seeing that Mary was still hesitating. At this rate, he'd never get to the party, he thought ruefully.
Suddenly Mary burst into tears. Ed stood watching her, at a loss as to what to do. She began to babble forth a torrent of words, sobbing all the while, and Ed was only able to make out about every fourth word.
"It's terrible ... he doesn't love me anymore ... he ... he ... ATTACKED me last night ... I don't know why ... he should have been in a good mood after getting the job and all ... but he called me the most terrible names and he ... he did unnatural things to me!!!!"
"Unnatural?" Ed asked, suddenly more interested. "Like what...."
There was a new flood of tears and Ed went over to his petite sister, and put his arms around her, perching on the edge of her chair.
"What?" he repeated.
"He ... he ... well, he's been getting rougher and rougher with me...."
"You mean in bed?" Ed asked pointedly.
"Y ... yes! ... and he took me ... from the back ... in my...."
"OH!" Ed exclaimed. "I see...."
"Oh, Ed, what am I going to do ... he hurt me so much and all he ever wants to do now is hurt me ... he says I don't do the things he wants me to do ... but I'm not some common slut who'll do those dirty things...."
"Oh, come on...." Ed said. "Come, come ... not only common sluts do such things, my love, but very respectable matrons have been known to indulge...."
"But ... but I...."
"Have another drink ... and I'll fill you in on the facts of life, honey ... apparently no one else has till now!"
Mary stared at her older brother wide-eyed. He was standing above her now, handsome in his lounging jacket, a light smile playing about his thin lips. "Come on upstairs. I've got some books for you to look at ... you can take them home too if you'll promise to bring them back!"
Mary protested, already realizing by Ed's tone that he didn't have the sympathy for her plight that she'd thought he would. It was positively humiliating to have told the lewd details about what Bob had done to her and to find that he was almost taking Bob's side.
"I'm leaving...." she said, but he pulled her along by the hand, carrying the pitcher full of stingers in the other hand. He made her walk up the steps in front of him, and followed her up the wide, sweeping staircase that led to the second floor.
Mary walked before him in a daze. Her tears were dry now, but she felt a bitterness rising inside her. It seemed like the entire world was in conspiracy against her!
She sat in a big bedroom chair while Ed got several leather bound books down from a shelf. Accepting his offer of another stinger, she drank it with a feeling of vengeance.
"I might as well get drunk" she thought. "Bob can go out and come home stinking drunk, why can't I!?" Cynically she grabbed hold of the first book that Ed handed her, asking for another drink at the same time. She opened the book without looking at its title and was shocked to see a full color photograph of a naked man and woman. Her head felt like it was spinning, and she almost dropped the heavy book, but Ed caught it and placed it back in her hands.
The full flesh tones of the beautiful woman's body were reproduced faithfully as she was caught in the act of being mounted from the rear by a large, muscular oriental man. The woman's pale skin made a startling contrast to the tan skin of the man, and the man's enormous reddish colored penis was penetrating the wide open brown puckered bud of the woman's anus. The expression on the woman's face was one of excruciating pain, and Mary knew just how the woman felt. Ed hung over his sister's shoulder watching her reactions.
"Turn the page...." he urged. On the next page the man had slipped his big hard cock still further inside the softness of the kneeling woman's proffered buttocks, and his large hands gripped the plump flesh on either side, spreading the large tender cheeks so that his hanging testicles could fit right into the crack underneath. The expression on the woman's face this time was one of pure bliss. She was now face down on the bed, her breasts softly crushed into the spread, her arms reaching down underneath her, where her hands could be seen toying with the dark surrounding tendrils of her own swollen pussy.
"ED, NO ... I can't look at these filthy pictures!!" she cried. "Please ... take your books back...."
Ignoring her, Ed turned the page again, reaching over Mary's shoulder. This time the picture showed the same buxom woman, her legs wide spread upon a large canopied bed. The camera angle showed the glistening wet interior of her shining black fleece lined pussy, the coral and red gem-like tissues and the tiny vaginal slit nestled below. Mary stared at the picture as though transfixed. She had never really seen anything like it before ... she'd never really looked at herself, either, and it was something of a revelation to see what it was she looked like down there between the legs.
There was something really obscene about it, though, and she felt a terrible embarrassment about the fact that she and Ed both were looking at the picture at the same time. It was almost as though he were looking at her!
Ed was thinking the same thing. In fact, he felt distinctly disturbed by the fact that in the next book he had to show Mary there were pictures of Natalie that he had had bound together. His lusty cock was already stiff and hard just thinking about it, and something about the scent of Mary's body made him feel like getting closer to her.
It was silly, he thought, but he really wanted to see how Mary would react to a picture of the young girl who looked so much like her!
"This book!" he said, replacing the book hastily and placing a loose-leaf notebook in her hands.
The picture showed Natalie lying in a similar position to that of the other woman ... only there was Lobo bending over her, his large hanging dog's tongue out to take a delicious swipe at the tempting morsel of her downy widespread cunt as it lay openly exposed and waiting for his animalistic licking!
"OH!!" Mary gasped. The girl looked so much like herself that she was taken aback. At first it almost seemed true, as though in some dream world or life she had done this horrible thing ... but then, as she continued staring at the picture she could see that it was indeed another young girl ... one even younger than she! The perversity of the picture was such that she felt a funny stirring in her loins ... as though she were being reminded of a long lost previous existence when she allowed such things, when she was a wanton creature living only for her body ... the kind of woman her husband seemed to be demanding that she become!!!
"Oh...." she repeated, continuing to look at the lascivious photograph. The girl had an expression on her face that gave the impression that she couldn't wait for the furry creature to dip his long rough red tongue into her softly yielding vagina.
"Oh, God...." Mary thought. The idea popped into her head that she would like to know what that would feel like ... and as soon as she thought it, she was overwhelmed by such guilt that she didn't know what to do. The fact that her older brother was leaning over her, watching her, touching her ... his breath falling on her face, made her feel another surge of forbidden excitement. WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE ANYWAY ... WHAT WAS GOING ON?
Hastily she raised her stinger glass to her lips and drank the last of it. It left a sweet mint taste in her mouth that was pungent and good. She felt very drunk ... very confused.
"Come on over here...." Ed said huskily.
Mary stood up, trying to ignore the electricity that had just passed from her brother to herself. She felt dizzy and started to sway.
"I ... I think I'd better he down...." she said.
He led her to the large double bed he shared with Leslie, and placed her on it, leaning down to help her remove her shoes. But after he had taken them off, something inside him made him continue. Slowly he unfastened her skirt, and began to pull it down.
"Get comfortable...." he said. "Rest awhile...." But he wanted to see what she looked like ... he finally admitted to himself that he wanted to see just how much his baby sister resembled the girl in the picture ... he wanted to see everything!
Mary lay still. She was dimly aware of what was happening, and it always seemed that she was about to stop it at any minute ... that she was about to jump up off her older brother's bed and run out of the room ... run home ... but it never happened ... time got caught somewhere, and she was nude ... completely nude on her brother's bed ... the cool air-conditioning of the room wafting over her, as her brother stared down at her. It entered her head that this was all part of his helping her ... it was a kind of therapy ... she had read about strange things that happened these days in encounter groups and in psychoanalysis. Everything was going to be worked out by what was happening to her right then. She didn't feel frightened at all actually ... for some reason it felt completely normal by the time she was totally undressed.
Why not? she thought. It's only my brother!!!
Ed looked at the luscious form of his sister's excitingly exposed body, taking in the pert brown nipples that stuck so proudly in the air atop large sensuous breasts that seemed to be aching for his touch. And touch them he would. Hurriedly, without even thinking about it, he began to get out of his clothes. "Just he down...." he cautioned. "Don't move!" His voice was husky with desire. "Just spread your legs a little bit!"
Ed felt a transformation come over him. He wasn't really himself anymore. As simply as if somewhere someone had pressed a button or pulled a switch, he could see Lobo, the big German Shepherd ... his large meaty tongue dangling before the jewel pink widespread slit of the 17 year old Natalie. It had been Mary all along ... Mary who had so intrigued him ... he knew it now that she was resplendently nude, softly breathing before him. Natalie had only been a poor imitation ... a replacement ... filling in for the real thing. AND HERE SHE WAS!!
Ever so gently, he touched her slightly trembling thighs. Mary jumped slightly, but did not move away.
"OH, HONEY!" he thought to himself ... but did not dare speak for fear of scaring her away. "OH YOU DOLL, YOU!"
With infinite patience, he slowly pressed her thighs open ... spreading them apart so that the baby tight pussy, surrounded by thin teasing tendrils of jet black silk-like pubic hair was defenseless, open to his gaze. Slowly, he knelt up between her legs, his giant cock dangling almost ludicrously in front of him. He was going to do to her what he had watched Lobo the dog do to Natalie ... he was going to suck his baby sister's little pussy good!
Her sweet pungent pussy pressed hotly against his face and he quickly separated the soft, curly fuzz that surrounded his beautiful young sister's tight moistened vaginal slit, using the thumbs of both hands. Then without hesitating for even an instant, he flicked his tongue forward, burying the moist organ into the widespread warmth of the young girl's openly presented cunt.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Mary squealed out as she felt her older brother's tongue insinuating itself inside her secret depths.
"Nooooooo ... Ed ... we mustn't ... we mustn't...." she whimpered half heartedly. But Ed's flickering tongue lost no time in probing into the sensitive tissues of her futily resisting passage, probing wetly about with a fervent swirling that made her forget about any such protestations.
With a small cry, Mary quickly tangled her hands in her brother's thick black hair in an attempt to push his head back, but her hands only seemed to make the inevitable happen faster for his lips were now pressed into the burning crevice of her flowering open vagina.
Ed's palms pushed against the inside of her quivering thighs to prevent her from closing her legs as he warmed to his lewd task and began a slow torturous teasing with his tongue and lips of her secret pink cuntal flesh. He would let his tongue lay wide and flat in the soft hair fringed folds and crevices of her cunt then curl it slowly up to savor the gently textured inner flesh.
Mary lay back, her eyes wide with disbelief. What more could happen to her now. Here she was in her own brother's house ... in his very bed ... with him kneeling obscenely between her widespread legs, his tongue buried deeply into her welcoming cuntal channel and she was loving it ... she wanted this sucking ... needed it as she had never needed anything else before ... it seemed so right that she should be getting this wonderful pleasure from Ed ... her older brother....
Her reverie was shattered suddenly when Ed's tongue made an extra deep lunge into her dark recesses."
"Oooooohhhhhhh, God ... God ... Ooohhh ... aaahhh" she moaned out her pleasure, whimpering and squirming beneath his attack while Ed greedily licked at her delicate private genitals. Mary groaned over and over, her hands pulling at Ed's hair, her back arched as much as possible as the depravity continued. Her mind was a swirl of confusion as the potent stingers took their toll on the susceptible nineteen year old girl.
Ed's agile tongue worked at his little sister's defenseless cunt, spearing in and out of her proffered widespread vagina, slipping back and forth over the heat of the tiny throbbing clitoris. Suddenly the full impact of what was really happening began to dawn on Mary. An image of what they must look like flashed across her mind and she was shocked when once more she realized that this man who was licking greedily at her openly exposed pussy was her own brother. She knew she would never be the same again after this night. But still she couldn't do anything to stop. She craved this delicious treatment her brother was giving her ... this warm sensuality that her husband seemed to lack. She stared down and watched Ed's head bobbing up and down and wiggling back and forth between her fully parted thighs. And as she watched, a tremor of perverted desire sparkled to life inside her in spite of the depravity that was being perpetrated on her. The tremulous sensations grew with each passing second, mushrooming in her quivering belly, rushing up to overcome her with an overwhelming torrent of lust.
Ed could sense his sister's complete surrender to his oral attack and as he sucked voraciously at her wide open slit, he glanced up and could see her eyes roll back in their sockets as a violent shudder overtook her body and her long tapering legs drew up and flailed out even wider in complete subjugation to him.
He increased his attack on the young teenager, doubling his ferocious muzzling of Mary's tight widespread pussy and in return she began to screw her pelvis up toward her brother's face, pushing steadily as though she wanted him to swallow her madly inflamed pussy.
"Yyyeeeeessss ... mmmmoooorrreee ... ohh she moaned over and over, huge goose pimples forming on the surfaces of her creamy flesh, beads of cold perspiration popping out on her forehead. She sobbed and shook, completely out of control, caught in the raging fire that threatened to devour her. Her full, pale thighs jerked up as with a low wail of submission she placed them up around Ed's massive shoulders, pulling his wagging face still closer to the tortuous turmoil in her wildly straining pussy. Ah thoughts of her husband were gone, burned in the licking flames that consumed her shamelessly aroused body as she bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she had to have.
"Oh, Ed!" she cried out. "That sucking ... sucking ... it feels so goooodddd!!"
Ed's attack on her secret pubic vee was creating a veritable whirlwind of electrifying chills throughout her body. The incredible pleasure rippled from her loins now puckered up inside her brother's mouth where his tongue and teeth flicked at it, sucking up the ultra sensitive button of her clitoris with the other tissues.
"Christ!" Ed thought to himself as his mouth and tongue worked wildly in his beautiful teenage sister's madly driving loins. Her little flowering cunt fit almost completely into his furiously working mouth and it tasted like a sweet honeysuckle to him. Now lapping and sucking, his eyes rolling wide open in their sockets, Ed took in the unbelievable sight of his little sister's face as she responded to his lewd ministrations. This was some fucking better time than going to the neighbor's party! He was giving her the best sucking she would ever have, he knew, and a delight took hold of him as he realized just how much pleasure he was giving her. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging open a little as she moaned out his name. The twin fleshy mounds of her breasts quivered as though waiting for his hands to conquer them. He moved his hands up along her body toward them and cupped them, tweaking the pink hardness of her pebble-like nipples with unrelenting fury.
Loud sucking noises emanated from the wide open area of her pubic vee as Ed continued his ravenous cunt licking. Kneeling on all fours between Mary's wide open and straining thighs, he felt like the wild dog that had done the exact same thing to the young girl in his den a few evenings ago.
Mary's hands curled down into her older brother's hair in wild abandon to the delicious spasms that darted throughout her wildly aroused nerves. She was enjoying it beyond all measure. The darting licking flames were claiming more of her attention than anything had ever done before and she felt herself beginning to come apart at the seams. Mewling and moaning out her pleasure she clenched her teeth tight together as the first low sour stirring spears of orgasm were roused from deep in her churning loins.
"OOOOHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHMMMMM!!"
Ed licked furiously, moving his hands back to cup Mary's sensuously squirming buttocks as they wagged in involuntary surrender to the erotic tune her brother was playing on her fully exposed, now hotly seeping vaginal slit. Finally her madly quivering pussy gave way beneath his probing searching tongue and she ground herself savagely up into his mouth as the coming threshold of climax brimmed over and she was bursting all around him.
Mary's young tender teenage body flailed wildly as the thunderous waves of her complete total orgasm exploded deep in her shaking belly and thick warm waves of rich feminine cum splashed hotly into Ed's fiercely sucking mouth and as the full pungent odor of his little sister's womanliness reached Ed's nostrils, he felt his own huge full erect prick swell even larger and then he too exploded, shooting his creamy white hot cum up out of the swollen tip, and he knew that this was only the beginning.
CHAPTER SIX
Leslie tiptoed away from the bedroom door. She had just witnessed a lot of unusual sights in her life, she thought, but the one she had just seen took the cake!!
She had returned around 12:30 from the Simmon's party, having become bored with the evening. "The same old people every time," she had thought earlier as she was driving home! She would just have to decline the next invitation! It wasn't that Jack Simmons didn't have a really nice-sized cock that he knew how to handle or that the others, Tom Lansing, and Jim Borgman, or that former state Senator weren't good ... it was just that she was tired of them ... and their wives. Her long trim legs still felt a little trembly from the way Jack Simmons had held them almost in a split while Jim slid his giant cock ... God, it was long, she recalled, all the way into her palpitatingly taut vaginal slit!
"That had been pretty nice," she thought as she climbed the stairs. She assumed that Mary had long since gone home, but when she reached the top of the stairs, it was immediately evident that her young sister-in-law was still there ... in her bed with Ed!!
She watched them from her dressing room which was directly connected to the master bedroom, not quite believing her eyes as she saw her husband with his darling baby sister ... a girl who looked as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth! She and Ed were long past being jealous of each other ... not in the usual way anyway ... but this was a completely different category of events ... this was incest! As she continued watching, Leslie had to admit that Mary had an absolutely beautiful little body ... and that she was really going to town with it! She hadn't seen Ed so excited in many a year ... of course this wasn't any run of the mill girl ... this was his sister! She changed clothes while still in the dressing room, listening to the lewd sex noises as they climbed and diminished bit by bit in the next room.
"God!" she thought as she slipped on her nightgown and its matching pegnoire...."I wish I'd caught the beginning!" She was pleased that she'd returned earlier than usual from the party, otherwise she might never have known ... and above all, Leslie wanted to know what was going on! She couldn't rely on Ed to tell her everything that he did ... not that he was really hiding anything from her ... it was just that he liked to keep certain things to himself. This would no doubt be one of them!
The soft rustle of clothing came to her through the dressing room door, and Leslie didn't even bother to crack it open again to see what was happening. She knew that Mary was probably getting dressed now, and that both she and Ed felt guilty as hell. Good! she thought ... that's what they get for having so much fun in my bed! She heard the bedroom door open and close and then the sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Not a word was spoken. She giggled a little to herself, delighted with her secret knowledge. She was also pleased that she had watched Ed's special show the other evening from a hidden door ... otherwise she never would have known about the dog business! Ed neglected to tell her there would be an animal involved ... not just the usual stripping or public masturbation. She'd also been interested to note that Mary's husband, Bob, had enjoyed the show thoroughly although she had been disappointed when she hadn't been able to get a look at his cock ... she'd already seen ah the other men's who were there! That wasn't any fun!
Sitting at her dressing table, she examined her creamy complexioned skin, beginning to rub it with a little queen bee jelly ointment, which she had great faith would prevent her from getting premature wrinkles. Picking up the antique telephone that sat on her dresser, she dialed information.
"Do you have a new listing for ... let me see now ... oh, yes, Mr. Robert Moore?"
There was a pause and then the operator came back on the line. "Yes, this telephone was just installed today ... the number is 877-3244."
"Thank you very much, operator," Leslie answered, pushing the button down with her index finger. She didn't have much time ... already she could hear the sound of Mary's car leaving the garage where it had been parked. That was why she hadn't seen it when she drove up, since she usually just kept her little Triumph sports car right in front of the house.
* * *
Bob drove the freeway into San Francisco, doing 80 all the way. He didn't even recognize the little VW that passed by going in the other direction, since it was the neighbor's car anyway. But if he had he might have seen Mary's distraught face as she made her way back to the houseboat. Even though it was after 1:00 a.m., he was under the impression that he was going to see his wife at her brother's house. Leslie's phone call had been vague at best. All she had told him was to come right away, and that she would meet him at the side entrance. He had been impatiently waiting for Mary's return, carefully formulating the words of apology that he hoped would appease her.
But now he didn't know what to think. Leslie had sounded as though there might be some emergency. The urgent tone of her husky low voice had given him the chills. The house was dark as he drove up, and he began to look for the side entrance. Finding a narrow walk that went around the side of the big white house, he went down it, past large clumps of blooming hydrangeas toward the small lighted doorway that he could now see in the distance. Reaching it, he was about to knock when the door swung silently open.
"Hello...." Leslie said, and he found himself looking at his sister-in-law's scantily clad shape. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the enticingly presented area of her large closely pressed together breasts, where they snuggled inside a tight bra top of black cotton. Her midriff was also bare, and only the briefest bikini covered the bottom half of one of the most magnificent womanly forms that Bob had ever seen. He couldn't for the life of him imagine why she would be dressed in such an outfit at that hour of the night, but he really couldn't complain.
"Well, come on in...." Leslie said, "Don't just stand there staring!"
Bob had almost forgotten the purpose of his visit. Blushing, he entered the dark room, trying to accustom his eyes to the lack of light.
"Mary ... is she here?" he said, looking around what appeared to be the kitchen.
"As a matter-of-fact, she's already left Leslie said, "however, I wanted you to come so we would talk about her...."
"You mean she's gone home already...."
"Oh, yes ... you may even have passed her on the road! Just follow me ... I think we'll be more comfortable downstairs...." She led the way to a door that opened onto the playroom steps. "Downstairs," she said, "I have a little gym set up down there ... where I do my exercises ... I've just been doing a few...." she added.
The room was dimly lit but Bob could make out sets of various gym equipment, and the floor was strewn with mats. Incongruously there was a bar in the comer near what seemed to be a sauna bath. It was the kind of wooden structure that Bob had seen photographs of ... and he had often wanted to build one himself.
"Sit down...." Leslie said, pointing to one of the mats, and Bob noticed there was not a chair to be seen in the entire room. "You won't mind if I continue my exercises while we talk, will you?" Without waiting for a response, Leslie lay down on a mat nearby and began to do a series of exercises. From his position, Bob had an embarrassingly clear view of the full raised mound of her pubic vee that was so scantily covered by the tiny piece of black cotton of her panties. He remained just where he was, watching with a growing confusion as Leslie spread her legs wide and in a sitting position bent down to touch each toe, placing her head on her thigh with each stretch. Each time she remained down a little longer, and Bob found himself focusing on the little curly hairs of his sister-in-law's hidden pussy, where they peeped out from underneath the slender vee shape of her panties. Her secret cuntal flesh seemed unusually large and he couldn't help wondering just how she looked without those panties on.
"Fix yourself a drink ... I don't usually have anything while I'm exercising."
Bob went over to the bar and poured himself a large gin and tonic.
"Do you usually do this at this hour?" he asked, incredulously.
"Sometimes...." Leslie Tierra replied, "Yes, sometimes I do!" She changed her position and, this time lying on her back, she raised her legs all the way up, swinging them back over her head so that her toes touched the mat behind her. This gave Bob, who was now standing up looking down at his bountifully made sister-in-law ... a splendid look at the little crack of flesh that was her curl surrounded cunt. The material of her thin panties caught in the long narrow slit, and Bob could see a slight bit of moisture there.
His dormant penis was beginning to come to life. Unsuccessfully, he tried to turn his thoughts to something else.
"Mary ... what about her ... what did she say?"
"She didn't talk to me...." Leslie said mysteriously.
"Well, what ... I don't understand...."
"There's something you ought to know, Bob and I don't know just how to break it to you!"
"What on earth are you talking about!?"
Bob felt like he was going crazy. What was going on anyway? If Mary hadn't been talking to Leslie ... then what had she been doing? Yet, despite imagining all sorts of things, he could still feel his elongated cock swelling more and more as Leslie remained bent over in the same lewd position that almost seemed an invitation of the most blatant sort!
"Listen, ... I'm going into the sauna ... would you like to join me? It's terrific for you ... brings out all the impurities, you know ... I'll tell you everything, or at least as much as you ought to know ... and you can get healthy at the same time!" She was already headed toward the wooden structure, which Bob now realized had been turned on earlier. As she opened the door, a billow of fine white steam came flowing out into the room and Leslie half disappeared into it. Bob realized he had little choice but to follow his maddeningly cryptic in-law. Besides, he was curious about what the sauna would be like, and about a few other things besides.
"Just take off your clothes, Bob," she called out. "Don't worry about modesty ... you can't see a thing in here anyway. But hurry ... don't let all the steam out!" Once inside, Leslie hastily stepped out of her small exercise suit. The steam crowded in around her now completely nude body and she could feel it seeping into every little crack and crevice of her softly exposed body. It felt wonderful. The mist was so dense and fine that she couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her as she sat down on a finely polished wooden bench that was the sole furnishing of the Finnish type sauna. The moist wood felt firm and slippery on the round cushiony forms of her buttocks, and Leslie abandoned herself to a total sensuality as the heat and moisture inundated her willingly waiting body.
She could hardly wait for Bob to join her. She knew that her husband Ed was upstairs sleeping soundly, and that in fact he didn't even know that she had returned from the Simmons' party quite sometime ago. She had often entertained her husband in the sauna, but never anyone else. What better way to inaugurate the recently installed machine than with a member of the family, she thought. And what better way to get even with Ed for his little incestuous transgression than to investigate the possibilities of the gorgeous hunk of man his sister had married!?
Finally, she could see the dark outline of his large masculine body framed in the doorway of the sauna. A thrill of excitement coursed through her by now profusely perspiring body. She felt deliciously ready for him ... totally receptive to what she was about to cause to happen. A profound joy stirred in her veins, and she felt a little fluttering in the base of her belly, like a hoard of butterflies had been let loose in there.
What would he feel like ... How would he be? She rose to meet him, moving forward as he closed the door behind him. When he turned, she blindly stretched out her beautifully tapered arms, and placed them around his neck, drawing him to her slippery wet, softly curvaceous naked body.
"Oh, Bob!" she sighed into his mouth as she felt his already hardened cock press stiffly into the flat of her belly. "You are ready, aren't you?"
Bob hungrily returned the kiss that Leslie's soft wet lips offered him. Sweat was already pouring off his body, and he could feel rivulets of it sliding between them. He wrapped his arms around her without even questioning what he was doing. There was only one thing on his mind now, and that was to know the incredible woman who was offering herself to him in the bizarre setting of her sauna! It seemed as though he had been waiting to feel her nakedly pressing body against his forever ... that everything in his life had been building up to this moment ... that the world in fact had been created so that he and Leslie Tierra might intertwine their thirsting bodies in the privacy of a home sauna!
"OH, GOD, YOU FEEL GOOD!" he cried. "OH, CHRIST, LESLIE!"
Slowly they sank down to the wide wooden bench, Leslie pulling him down upon her with a passion inspired insistence. "It'll be good...." she said enticingly. "You'll see...."
Bob's now fully erect masculine hardness instantly found the thin hair-fringed vertical slit between Leslie's long shapely thighs and he pressed the fat, bulbous red tip of it to the pulsing entrance to her awaiting vagina. His hips jerked forward violently and his long, hard penis slipped easily into the fully lubricated orifice.
"AAAAAHHHHH...." Leslie sighed as she felt the full length of her young brother-in-law's penis slip wetly into her. Even though she had already been fucked several times before that evening, Bob's hard youthful cock was the best yet. The full length of it slammed up into her hot yielding cunt to the very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy sheath with his rigidity and she could feel her pussy growing wetter and wetter by the minute.
"U U U U U NNNNGGGGG!" they grunted simultaneously as both felt the stiff penis reaching bottom and smacking harshly against the beautiful older woman's cervix.
Leslie could feel Bob's bloated hanging testicles nudging into the spread crack of her upturned behind as she squealed, twisting beneath him with the rapture of his animal-like thrust. Oh yes, she thought to herself, this was certainly a good idea!
Bob withdrew and plunged in again, screwing tightly into Leslie's straining pussy. And once more he withdrew and plunged into her burning cunt with the rock hardness of his throbbingly aroused prick.
"Oh, Bob ... Bob ... Bob...." she moaned hotly into his neck, sinking her sharp little teeth into the taut flesh there. She had almost forgotten how a really good man felt! None of the other men, for all their fancy tricks, could even come close to this real man fucking she was getting from her young brother-in-law! She bucked furiously beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his thick penis could enter her, urging him on to smack his loins against her harder and harder.
She felt totally possessed by this young architect as his hard virile body blotted her out in ecstasy while he ground her into the hard wooden bench as if she were nothing until she would scream out her agonizing pleasure.
Bob ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the wide bench from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly now beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down. Her mouth gaped, open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild abandon.
"Oh, fuck it good . ... it's gooodddd!!" she muttered from between her tightly clenched teeth. "Give me your cock, baby ... give me your good hard cock!"
Insanely now, Bob hammered into her, hauling her even tighter up against his loins and feeling her draw back her thighs causing the moist clasping hold of her pussy to flower in reception of his pistoning cock to greater depths inside her. Leslie rolled her head in befogged and delighted bliss as he brought her passion filled body to completeness. Her legs snaked out on either side of his young, thickly imbedded cock, quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild proflicacy as his tongue darted across her sensuous red lips and velvety noises of encouragement gurgled in her throat.
"Now ... hurry ... stick your finger up my ass ... do it ... DO IT!" she gasped out, her voice coarse with overwhelming, salacious lust that swept over her like an evil, satanic spell she could not control.
Bob couldn't believe it! First that he was really here fucking his beautiful sister-in-law at her own instigation but now, this too! He wasn't sure of anything anymore and now, completely lost in the lascivious game she had called, he responded to her command, slipping his fingers over the taut stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her hidden anus, smooth and hot as it worked of itself with her tensing and relaxing. He probed at the tiny puckered opening with the tip of his middle finger and it yielded suddenly as the thick digit popped inside the soft, rubbery hole, bringing a new sound to Leslie's lips as she grunted at the sharp little pain.
Bob could tell that she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard thrusts up into her welcoming cunt. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he quickened his pace so that he would be ready for her when she climaxed.
"Ooooohhhhh, fuck my pussy ... fuck it goooddd ... fuck, FUCK FUCK!!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring her brother-in-law on with the pounding of her heels high on his profusely sweating back.
" ' I'm cumming ... CCCUUUMMMIINNGG! she screamed suddenly in wild ecstatic abandon She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her madly stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he saw fit. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her pussy squirming beneath him in an uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.
"Fuck your cunt gooooddddd!!!" Bob yelled out as he hammered into her beautiful cunt and felt her vaginal walls secrete their warm gushes of wet, molten juices around his plundering cock, flooding his rock hard driving shaft and balls while with renewed fire he thrust faster, deeper, with all of the strength he could muster and as he felt her jerk and lurch, then spasm wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in short gasps, he felt his own hot, wet sperm race the full length of his spasmodically jerking prick, racking his thick, muscular body as it spurted from the beet red tip of his cock, far, far up into her soft, welcoming belly. It jerked and spewed in never ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight against buried depths.
It was much later when Bob looked down at Leslie's perfect features ... her red hair was lying flat and wet against her head, and he watched as she pulled it up and wrapped a white towel around it. The line of her breasts was enchanting as her arms lifted above her head. He could feel his insatiable cock throbbing anew. He wanted to take her again ... to feel himself fucking high up into that little red cunt of hers! Better not be too greedy though, he thought, ... better take it easy. He wanted this to happen again ... no matter what the complications, he felt that he had to feel this woman groaning and grinding up and against his driving loins yet another time ... at least one more time!
"What I wanted to tell you...." she said, pinning the turban in place, "may come as a shock ... But, Mary...."
His wife's name exploded like a time bomb in his head ... It had been hours since he'd even thought about her! He concentrated hard on what Leslie was about to say, his eyes on the soft full lips that he had so recently nibbled in the steamy fog of the sauna.
"Mary's been unfaithful to you! But since we've had our little meeting ... I dare say you've gotten even!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm going out...." Mary said briefly.
Bob lay on the studio couch, watching his wife suspiciously. He was consumed by jealousy ... and all he had really wanted to do since Leslie told him about Mary's infidelity was to shake the truth out of her. It hardly mattered that he might have driven her to it by his rough ways ... what mattered was that she was his wife ... and she was making a fool of him! Leslie had laughed when he had professed that Mary's sin was greater than his own ... that he felt because Mary was a woman her betrayal was a more serious matter than his seemed to be a source of infinite amusement to the lovely redhead. But Bob had not seen the humor at all, and he had been particularly upset when Leslie had categorically refused to give him any further details about who Mary had been with ... how and where!
Finally, she had seemed to get a sudden idea and, her face shining brightly, she suggested that she might arrange for him to know more.
"I'll call you ... next time she is going to meet him...." Leslie said, "Meanwhile I wouldn't say anything about it if I were you!"
He had watched Mary getting all dolled up to go out without saying a word. She had certainly been acting strangely since the night of her supposed infidelity. At first he thought that Leslie might have made the whole thing up just to tease him ... but when he got home and saw that Mary was sleeping on a narrow couch rather than in the bed, his suspicion that Leslie had been telling the truth grew. With great difficulty he had controlled his rage and had gone to bed, fuming ... all the delights he had known with Leslie were erased by his consuming jealousy.
"Get into bed," he'd told her, "I'll sleep over there!" His eyes mere slits of anger, he'd watched her get up and get into bed. The idea that another man had touched her was almost too much to take!
He had only spent a few hours at work that day, and since Ed Tierra hadn't come in at all, he didn't feel too bad about leaving at 2:30 p.m. All day long he had been at home, observing his young wife's nervousness.
At about five she had gotten a call, and when he asked her who it was she told him it was her brother Ed. He didn't believe her ... but said nothing. Now she was going out. He wondered if Leslie knew anything about it ... and if she could call him. It was all he could do to let Mary walk out the door. She looked beautiful, but very pale and anxious, wearing a pair of green slacks and a tight white cashmere sweater that he had given her last Christmas.
"Don't wait up!" she said tensely as she left, and as the door closed behind her, leaving him alone in the small houseboat on the bay, he flung the first thing he could find at the door. The lamp broke in a thousand pieces and simultaneously the telephone rang. Torn between answering it and dashing out to follow Mary, he ran to pick up the receiver.
"Hello, lover...." Leslie cooed. "Remember what we were talking about? Well, if you'd like to see with your own eyes ... come over right now ... meet me at the side entrance ... like last night."
"Are they there ... is she meeting him there ... at your house??? If I find out you had anything to do with this...!"
"Oh, believe me ... I'm a perfectly innocent bystander!" Leslie said, "See you in a few minutes...."
After throwing the entire telephone across the room, Bob dashed out of the house. He jumped into his old Nash and drove like a maniac across the bridge, thinking that he might even catch up with Mary on the way. But he saw no sign of her, and even when about 20 minutes later he pulled up in front of the Tierra house, he looked in vain for the beat up little Volkswagen that his wife was driving.
He parked and ran around to the side of the house. It was just starting to get dark. The heavy perfume of the flowers was nauseating to him as he hurriedly passed them and gravitated to the side door. Leslie was there waiting.
"That was certainly record time," she said. She was wearing a short sun dress of bright yellow and in one hand she had a tennis racket. "I was just practicing my serve out back" she said, "waiting for you to arrive."
"You'll have to be patient," she said. "Come downstairs for a few minutes...."
"No ... I want to see Mary ... and where's that brother of hers, Ed!"
"Oh, Ed's around ... and Mary arrived a short while ago ... don't worry ... you'll have all the answers soon ... if you want them so badly!"
* * *
Once Ed had closed the door to his office behind them, Mary collapsed in her brother's arms in tears.
"Oh, Ed ... I've been so upset ... I just can't stand it. I feel like I'm losing my mind ... maybe I should see a psychiatrist ... Ed, what ever are we going to do ... IT WAS ALL WRONG!!"
She clung to her brother's corpulent form, feeling as though the last shreds of her sanity were gone. She had felt completely numb from the shock of her overpowering sexual experience with her older brother, and now that she was seeing him again, all the tumultuous emotions that had. been lying so close to the surface of her brain exploded again, bursting forth with a force that she could not control.
Ed had spent the day pondering in his office. He had been pondering the reckless act he'd indulged in the night before all day long, turning the undeniable fact that he had made passionate love to his own sister over and over in his mind. He just couldn't imagine how he had let it happen, and he felt an all-consuming guilt for what his little sister Mary must be going through. Finally he'd picked up the phone and called her, after asking the operator for the new listing.
"Listen, honey," he'd said, without even bothering to say hello. "Just come over this evening ... we'll talk about it. Don't worry, everything will be all right ... we'll just have to talk it out!"
But now that she had indeed come ... now that she was in his arms again, he felt a natural renewal of the feelings he had had the night before. She felt so frail and soft, clinging to him like that, and he wanted desperately to protect her ... to provide belated support for the lonely little girl she had been. A warning inner voice told him that that was her husband's role and not his ... but as Mary's upturned face looked pleadingly into his, he ignored it, bending to kiss her with a passionate force that took her completely by surprise. Overwhelmingly delicious sensations passed between them, building up into a conflagration that neither one of them could stop.
"Oh, Ed ... ED!!! OH, GOD NO!!!" But Mary knew that it was too late to stop what was going to happen. This time they were going to go all the way ... what had been started the night before was going to be finished now! Ed led her to his couch. He had to get his bulging, aching cock inside her tender young cunt or die. He just had to fuck her!
Leslie paused outside her husband's door. From the sounds that were coming from inside, she was certain that things were going just as she had thought. She went back to the playroom where Bob was furiously waiting for Leslie to come up with the evidence she had promised. He felt the perfect fool ... but he was determined to find out what was going on! Leslie looked at him for a moment. For a moment she wasn't sure she really wanted to go through with the plan she had formulated the day before ... after all it just might backfire on her, and she would risk losing everything she had. But somehow she was certain that she could turn it all to her advantage ... It would-certainly be the most crevice of her upturned behind ... all conspired to give him a marvelous sense of well-being. As though he had been fucking her this way forever. He fell into an easy rhythm, feeling her beginning to respond to his thrusts, her smooth tightly clenching channel becoming more and more open ... a willing receptacle for his hypnotically fucking, unbearably hard penis.
It felt good! Just as he'd said it would, and Mary helped her brother to grind deeper and deeper into the tiny puckered entrance of her wildly excited rectum. Whole new worlds of excitement were being opened up to her. Her brother was showing her what her body was for!
"OH MY!! OOOHHHHH! PUSH IT IN FURTHER!!! FURTHER!!!" she said.
Bob rushed into the large roomy office where just a few evenings ago he had witnessed another young girl being sodomized in a much different way. But this. This incredibly lewd scene was almost more than he was able to take. Only two nights ago Mary had made him feel like the bastard of all time for doing what she was now begging her own brother to do to her! She was getting screwed royally up the ass and begging for more! She knelt in total slave-like submission before her much older brother while he skewered his huge rock hard penis deep and hard into her tightly clutching rubbery anal opening. Bob's eyes bulged at the obscene spectacle aware that both his wife and brother-in-law were so lost in their lust inspired passions that neither had even noticed when he bounded into the room.
"Oh, God, it is a good tight little asshole!" he heard Ed mutter from between his teeth as he continued driving hard and fast into the tightly resisting back passage of his young sister.
"Oooohhhhaaaahhhnnngggg!" Mary's groans were a complete mixture of pleasure and pain, her face a distorted grimace as she bucked back at her brother's plunging loins.
At first Bob's reaction was to pull them apart and knock the living crap out of both of them, but now, after witnessing them for a few moments, he couldn't deny the huge bulge that had arisen in his tight pants and was now pressing insistently against the soft material. In a matter of seconds, he had freed himself of his clothing and stood naked in the room, his throbbing hard masculine flesh jutting out from beneath his muscular stomach. He took a few steps over to where the two siblings were performing their incestuous act and dropped to his knees directly in front of Mary's sweating, dazed face.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he pulled at it hard, forcing her to open her big eyes wide and when she did, she came face to face with the pulsating hardness of the engorged length of her enraged husband's thick bulging penis.
"Do you see this?" he hissed down at his incestuous young wife. "Well, tonight you're going to get a good taste of it!"
Then standing up once more, he pushed his wife and brother-in-law over on the floor so that Mary was now lying on top of her still madly fucking brother, his thickly bloated prick sunk to the hilt in her clutching asshole.
"And you...." he addressed himself to Ed, "You just keep on fucking her good and hard, brother ... GOOD AND HARD!"
With that, he jumped onto the two furiously fucking siblings and without hesitating a moment longer guided the swollen tip of his long, excitedly throbbing prick deep into the moist open cavern of her nakedly spread legs.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Mary screamed out her pleasure as she felt her virile young husband's rock hard penis slithering deep inside her welcoming belly. She lay there moaning, sandwiched between the two men, impaled by their cocks in her twin clasping holes with only the thin wall of membrane between her anus and cunt separating the vicious instruments.
Bob, already ever-excited from watching his brother-in-law taking Mary so cruelly, began to fuck into her hot, moist pussy while Ed, beneath, only too glad to go along with Bob's idea, began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her rectum. And in another moment, they began a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resilient foam rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally be interesting thing that had happened yet ... and she was ready for that!
She'd been sure that Ed and Mary would wind up at it again after listening in on Ed's phone call to Mary. So, she'd called Bob, certain that it would only be a matter of minutes before she would have something to show him as she'd promised. It was going to be some show!
"Come on!" she said, and she didn't have to tell him twice. Bob bounded after her up the steps. Again he wondered where Ed was ... and if Ed too knew that Mary was cheating on him! Probably everyone in the whole world knew but him ... probably she'd been meeting her lover at the Tierra's house for months, maybe that was why she was so unspirited in bed!
Leslie led him through the house, turning several comers in the large mansion and traversing the immense living room. Once she almost stopped and decided against the whole thing, but she changed her mind again and they continued until at last they were standing in front of the office door.
Already the lewd sounds were reaching Bob's ears, and his face turned a purplish color as he recognized the sounds that Mary made when she was aroused ... ONLY THEY WERE MUCH MORE INTENSE!
"Ooooohhhhh, ... Yyyyeeeessssssss!!" she was crying, her voice ringing loud and clear through the thick paneled door.
"Would you like to see!?" Leslie asked.
His face totally devoid of color, Bob nodded in the affirmative and Leslie led him to an adjoining room, the same room from which she had watched Natalie's performance with the dog. In the center of the room there was a small closet-like opening that had once been used as a dumbwaiter in the old house. Leslie opened the door and reached inside ... By turning a handle she made a small panel move to the side, and through this she could see everything that was going on inside. She peered in first. "Mmmmm," she thought...."much more interesting than I thought."
Stepping aside, she made room for Bob to look. He stepped forward hesitantly, perhaps he didn't really want to see after all! Perhaps he should just let it go. He felt suddenly old and tired . ... but when he glimpsed the nakedly writhing couple in the room a sudden rush of alertness filled him.
His eyes bulging out intensely, mouth gaping, he witnessed the most amazing sight he'd ever seen.
"It can't be!!!" he thought. "It just can't be!!!"
But it was. His young inexperienced wife was kneeling up willingly, her face pressed down to the expensively carpeted floor, her naked white upturned buttocks undulating in open invitation to her advancing brother's desire hardened cock.
"You'll see ... you'll like it this time!" Ed said. "It'll be good!"
Bob could feel Leslie pressing in close to him so that she too could watch the outrageous scene. Bob could only stand and look ... it was too much to believe that it was really happening, much less do anything about it! His 19 year old wife and her older brother were like two strangers going through the obscene motions of sex, and through some weird quirk of fate he found himself watching.
Ed moved in on his knees, peering intensely at the puckered brown opening of his baby sister's anal passage. He wanted to know every sweet orifice of her tender body ... Let his mightily swollen excited rod penetrate her each and every opening, bringing her as much pleasure as he could draw from her already wildly aroused body. With a little adjusting he fitted his large body directly behind her, separating her creamy white smoothly naked ass cheeks. Grunting with pleasure he forced the length of his cock into the tiny hole, worming it in bit by bit and feeling her tightly resisting anal sphincter contracting in tight circles around the advancing thickness of his lust hardened cock.
"Aaaaaaaahhh Ed, ED! OH, IT HURTS!!" But her resistance was not enough to make Ed relinquish the pleasurable sensation his big invading cudgel was receiving from her softly yielding buttocks.
"NNNHGH!" he grunted, fucking into her with hard long strokes. "Oooohhhhlingngng" The warmth of her body against his ... the open a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and more brutal force.
They were fucking her to within an inch of her life!
Leslie watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few feet from where the two thick cudgels skewered into Mary's widely stretched, now welcoming loins like two hungry animals. Her excited lust-dimmed eyes watched the moist long cocks wet their full length from Mary's secret vaginal secretions, fucking hard into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her teenage cunt drawing back with Bob's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep into her quivering belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched anus as Ed screwed into it with a demonic fury.
"OOOOHHHHHHHH!!' Mary chanted on and on in time to her husband's and brother's crushing thrusts against her cunt and rear passage. Wilder and wilder they became, plowing into her between them as if she were nothing but a rag doll made expressly for them to use in this cruel punishing way. All three of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual abandonment.
"YES ... YES ... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT ... I'M CUMMING ... CUMMING ... YES FUCK ME HARDER HARDER HARDER ... I'M CUMMING CUUUUMMMIIINGGG! AAAHHHHHH!!!!!"
Mary was out of her mind with desire now and began sobbing out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until Leslie thought it would never stop. Both men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wild ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and asshole, pumping their hot male sperm far, far up into her warmly welcoming belly as they felt her womanly juices squeezing round their penises and out around their madly driving loins.
"HOT BITCH ... HOT LITTLE BITCH!!!" Bob cried out, feeling his young wife's secretions flooding around his driving piston.
"GIVE ME YOUR CUM, BABY ... GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!!!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shimmers of ecstasy ran through the highly teased pit of Leslie's yearningly stretched vagina. She had been watching long enough! Her own fingers could no longer suffice as a solution to the desire she felt building up inside her at the sight of the three members of her family who were jumbled together in the most erotic heap she had ever seen!
"If Mary thinks she's the only one who's going to get fucked tonight, she's sadly mistaken!" she said aloud as she slipped out of her yellow sun dress. She entered the room defiantly and was slightly annoyed that no one seemed to notice or care. "I'll wake them up all right!" she resolved.
Mary was lying in a swoon beneath her husband, still sandwiched between him and her brother, a drooping, deflated cock in each of her secret openings. She had never cum so completely, been so thoroughly mindlessly fucked, and her tenderly bruised body was trying to recuperate. Her streaming pussy twitched occassionahy about Bob's long fleshy rod. She could still feel the wetness of the two pools of male sperm that filled her ... one in the tight burning orifice of her rectum, the other high in her pulsing, squeezing pussy!
Her brother Ed was panting behind her, his tongue still curling in and around the gentle curve of her ear ... while Bob's lips were still pressing tightly against hers. She thought there was nothing in the world more satisfying for a woman than to be fucked by two men at the same time!
Leslie was thinking the same thing as she approached the family trio, her almost amazonian proportioned body held proudly as she walked. Her strawberry tipped breasts were already tight and hard, just aching to be touched ... to be bitten by some willing mouth.
Her brother-in-law's quivering buttocks were presented to her roving eyes as she surveyed the sensual situation, and she could see him tensing and flexing his loins ever so slightly, as though he were ready to start thinking about getting good and hard again. Wordlessly she moved in close to him and reaching forward, cupped her fingers underneath the hanging receptacle of his balls, delighting in the cry he gave as he jumped a good inch off the flattened body of his young wife!
"It's only me, love!" she cooed. "You fellows need another chick to play with ... and I'm elected!" She curled her thumb and forefinger forward into the damp crack of his crotch, circling his already steadily rising cock and gently beginning to squeeze and pull at it. As she moved her fingers, she could feel Mary's seeping hair-lined vagina too, and when Bob got good and hard again, she could feel the rock like instrument she was holding stretching the tight little black-haired pussy to an enormous width.
"Christ!" Bob said, as he felt the delicate but strong feminine fingers deftly holding onto his cock from behind, giving his balls a gentle massage. And the idea that she was also touching Mary's widespread vaginal split nearly drove him out of his mind! His cock bulged to tremendous size and without a word he began to flex his muscles hard, pushing into the warmly accepting walls of Mary's awakened little pussy.
"Oh, honey ... you're so creamy ... so good ... and mellow ... OH SHIT!"
Ed pulled himself away from his sister when he realized what was going on, letting his cock slide effortlessly from the clenched opening between her fleshy warm buttocks. He saw the wild flaming mane of his wife's hair and the expression of utter depravity and witless lust on her face. "This was all your doing wasn't it!?" he said as he approached her.
Without moving her softly plying fingers from the openly fucking crevice between Bob and Mary's now softly pulsing vagina and cock, she turned to reply to him, spreading her lips wide in a lewd greeting, "You and your baby sister had something to do with it too, old boy ... but right now that's all water under the bridge ... want me to suck you off?"
He smiled broadly ... everything was going to be all right after all! He pushed his semi-hard penis into his wife's ovaled lips and felt her suck the rubber length of his cock into her warm wet mouth. In his ears the increasingly fervent fucking of husband and wife could be heard distinctly, and just by looking down, beside his wife's rapidly bobbing head, he could see Bob's muscular back rippling as he ground hard into his wife's upturned warmly welcoming pussy.
"JESUS ... They're really going at it!" he cried, his own cock hot and hard in Leslie's expertly sucking mouth. He felt that he was going to be able to go on all night like this if necessary. Obviously, his little sister and her husband were game!
And Leslie was intent on keeping them game. Skillfully she slipped a finger into the eagerly quivering vaginal lips that were already hungrily clasping and unclasping around the outsized swollen width of Bob's smoothly speeding penis.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Mary moaned. "AAAAAHHHHH!" She could feel the woman's fingers entering her flooding cunt right beside her husband's wonderful cock! They added a bizarre and erotic touch that made her start to cum instantly. Her orgasm thus triggered, she began to scream with delight, bucking her hips upward with furious motions, her moistening fluids streaming around Bob's cock and Leslie's finger. A thrill of lewd joy ran through her. SHE FELT LIKE A WOMAN AT LAST!
In the midst of a whirlpool of divine pleasure the tiny hair-fringed lips of her vagina opened and closed around her husband's wildly pistoning cock, and her sister-in-law's intruding finger.
"AAAAA ... YESS ... EVERYTHING!!! EVERYONE!!!! DO IT!! LET ME HAVE IT!!" she wailed, "I'M CUMMING SO GOOD!!"
"Me, too baby ... Daddy's got something for you too!!!" Bob replied, his nostrils flaring like a wild stallion's as he sent his throbbing member to the very top of the snug haven of Mary's receptive pussy. This was REAL fucking ... this was what he'd been wanting from her all along, and the addition of Leslie's finger gave the whole crazy experience just that piquant touch that he realized could satisfy a man forever!
"COMING TO GET YOU BABY!" he called, as his hot semen splashed once more, racing forth to meet her oncoming orgasm.
"GET USED TO THIS BIG COCK HONEY ... IT'S ALL YOURS!!"
The women had refreshed themselves and were resting their sorely aching but very happily satisfied bodies in the comfortable living room. Ed and Bob had disappeared into the office and Leslie and Mary began to feel neglected. The two-women had been talking for hours after their dazzling discoveries earlier in the day ... and had discovered that they could become really good friends. Mary felt accepted and wanted, and now that she knew that her husband was more than happy with her, she felt totally secure and was basking in her newfound personality. She was wearing one of Leslie's cutaway robes, and her beautiful long legs were shown to complete advantage as she reclined on the adjustable chair.
"Hey, they've been gone a long time!" Mary said. The two women had been talking for hours after.
"True ... they said they were going over the new plans for some development or other ... Why don't we go pay them a little visit??" Leslie suggested, her green eyes brightening up at the thought. "OK!" Mary replied.
"You take Ed this time, and I'll take Bob ... let's start off by sucking their cocks ... and then get them to do us ... afterwards we'll sit on them and milk them dry!!!"
Leslie was already dashing into the office, and Mary ran laughing after her. She could already feel the tell-tale fluttering in her insatiable little pussy that meant she would enjoy the romp that her sister-in-law had suggested.
"WHAT A LIFE IT'S GOING TO BE FROM NOW ON!" she declared, feelng herself already moist between the legs. "And to think that this little pussy of mine had the answer all the time!"
