The story contained within these pages is without a doubt one of the most exciting works in a new series by prize winning authoress Carole Wilson. Miss Wilson has introduced characters of such depth that the reader is stunned by their credibility.
This compelling story of the gradual breakdown in the moral fiber of two young Californian couples, related to each other by marriage and blood, tells a truth, heretofore hidden, about the secret worlds of two sisters, and what happens when these worlds mesh and intertwine. Rhoda and Cathy are as unlike each other as any two sisters you could possibly find, and yet there is something that links them beyond their common parents, and that is Cathy's husband, Mike. Mike Edsel barrels through life and through women, until he is suddenly jolted from his complacent, uncaring attitudes by the irrefutable infidelity of his blonde young wife.
John McGrath, plays a key role in the final denouement of this compelling novel. A simple man and a husband of the fiery Rhoda, he manages to solve not only his own marital problems, but those of his brother-in-law and sister-in-law as well. Many may think that Miss Wilson has plotted a fortuitous ending for the volatile foursome, just as there are those who will think that the final excesses of the two married couples are the product of an affluent society that grows more and more casual about its values.
Whatever the reader's final verdict, this moving novel provides fascinating insight into -just what pressures make seemingly "good" women like Cathy Edsel, and "wholesome" men like John McGrath search for "another way out", where they risk the perils of those who choose illicit joys in lieu of the immensely simple, but perhaps fundamentally more satisfying pleasures to be found in less exotic mores.
We know that you will not be disappointed in this socially significant work.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Aren't you finished with that magazine yet, Rhoda?"
John McGrath lay naked between the fresh sheets in the big double bed, fondling the blunt hardness of his fully erect penis. His right hand, tough with calluses from the hard work he'd done on the farm as a boy in Wisconsin and as a younger man, nevertheless was acutely sensitive to the increasing warmth of the friction of his palm against his lustfully bloated cock. He'd been waiting now for what seemed to be a good half hour, and he didn't think there could be anything that interesting in the woman's magazine that his young blonde wife was reading in the living room. He tried to lock from his mind the idea that Rhoda might know that he wanted to make love that night, and that she might be deliberately avoiding him. The last two or three times in fact, she had seemed somewhat less than enthusiastic about their love-making.
The tips of John's thumb and forefinger caressed the top of his sensitive cock head, bringing the thickness of the foreskin upward over the already moistened tip.
"Christ! She'd better hurry the hell in here or I'm gonna shoot my load," he muttered, gritting his teeth hard and clasping the full sheath of his cock so that the acute sensation would be temporarily eased. He turned over on his stomach and closed his eyes, hugging the pillow with his arms and letting his excitement abate. His dark curly hair lay tousled upon the white pillow case, and the dark hair of his muscular naked arms formed a deep contrast to the bedding.
He felt that he could almost fall asleep then and there .. . almost, but not quite. There was still that gnawing hunger seething in the pit of his belly, that tingling need deep in his testicles to feel the rigidity of his desire-hardened cock sunk deep inside of his beautiful wife's moistly clasping pussy.
"Get in here, Rhoda!" he muttered, but so low that he knew she couldn't hear him in the living room. That was all he had to do... go and talk to her like that. She was so touchy recently that he had to handle her gently, almost the way his father had taught him long ago about gentling horses and colts. They'd been married all of five years now, and John still didn't think he'd worked out the right combination for handling his high strung wife.
Sometimes he wondered if they'd done the right thing getting married, Rhoda seemed so unhappy most of the time.
He wasn't exactly ecstatically happy himself, but he really couldn't imagine living without Rhoda, so he had more or less resigned himself to putting up with most of her quirks and demands. He knew and Rhoda knew, too, that they were caused by an underlying sense of insecurity. But there didn't seem to be anything that John could do to make her feel more secure. He had already quit the high paying job driving trucks for National Flower Corporation, because it kept him away from home most of the time. Rhoda had accused him of all kinds of things, including making out with most of the women from Palm Springs to Tacoma, Washington, and now he was driving passenger buses between San Francisco and San Rafael It bored the hell out of him, but at least he had a day shift and he got home to Rhoda every night. The pay wasn't bad either, and he supplemented it by being on volunteer fireman duty three nights a week.
But now that he was at home a lot Rhoda seemed even more nervous than usual; and John, too, could feel his nerves getting steadily worse. Why couldn't it all be simple like in the early days? John wondered. His impatiently throbbing cock gave a slight jerk as he remembered the way it was when he'd first met Rhoda... a gorgeous 23 year old ... he himself had only been 31 at the time, she had a younger sister, Cathy ... five years her junior. Christ, he thought, Cathy was just a kid then, and now she's the same age Rhoda was when we got married ... with a kid of her own to boot.
He remembered how it had been on those hot summer nights in San Francisco when he'd go by and pick Rhoda up. Nine times out of ten she'd be waiting for him outside on the porch, her light summer dress stirring just enough in the slight breeze so that he could see the slender tapering length of her legs, her gently rounded knees, and an exciting portion of her bare thighs above. John burrowed himself into the soft mattress just the slightest bit, letting his long pulsing cock nudge deeper into the bed as he recalled that Rhoda hardly ever wore stockings then. He was sure now that she wore them all the time. As a matter of fact there were many nights then when she wore no panties at all, and John would be delightfully shocked to discover, while they were parked up on top of the hill by the tower, that his wandering fingers could reach all the way up to the hair-fringed "vee" that nestled moistly between Rhoda's hot, quivering thighs. She would part them willingly, after he had gotten her used to it, and then he would let his outstretched middle finger slip up between the two tight little pillows of secret flesh, feeling the tiny ridges of her nakedly warm pussy slipping beneath the pad of his probing digit, feeling her getting wetter by the second; and, as he breathed hotly into her pale white throat, preparing to let his lips wander further down to the big, tender mounds of her breasts, hearing her calling his name ever so softly. At first admonishing him and then slowly, egging him on, then begging and pleading with him. He could still hear the way she said it.
"John . . . no . . . no . . .no... OOOOoooooooohh!" Her whole body would give a jump against his as he lay sideways across her, bending toward her from the steering wheel, and her nakedly twisting legs would be fully revealed there in the front seat of his old Dodge, her dress up around her waist somewhere as his fingers wormed their way up into her, sliding from the tip of her throbbing clitoris, hidden between the gently pulsing folds of her cunt, to the waiting pit of her inexperienced young pussy.
A virgin .. . that's what she'd told him, anyway. There were times when he believed her, and then there were times when he didn't. He knew that she'd had boyfriends, but she would not admit to having slept with any of them. And she'd certainly acted like a virgin that first time. It had been after one of those passionate sessions in the car. They'd been seeing each other almost a month then, and although she'd repeatedly said no all this time, John knew that night that she was ready for it. Her nakedly trembling thighs had parted for his anxious fingers, her full red lips seeking his out, as her hips pushed forward to meet the hard thrust of his fingers. Two of them and then three fingers riding inside, stretching her tightness wide as she ground herself down to meet him, the seeping pit of her hungry little cunt soaking his hand as he finger fucked inside her tightly clasping vagina with a steady rhythm against the inner walls of her womb. Then with a grunt he pushed them up hard against the rounded surface of her cervix, feeling her melt all around his fingers as she clung to him, her body a soft mass that was his to do with as he wanted.
And he wanted her that night. . . enough to bring her to the point of orgasm and leave her dangling.
"Are you ready, baby ... honey, are you ready?" he had whispered into her ear. "I won't hurt you, baby ... I promise!"
At first she'd done nothing but moan, but he'd continued to tease her, all the way up inside like that, and then suddenly she'd said yes ... just like that. "Yes." And he'd backed the car so fast out of the parking space that the tires screeched and the gears ground against each other. She'd refused to go to his room. He was living in a rooming house at the time, and instead she'd taken him back to her house. There, her parents had gone out to play pinochle with some neighbors, and Rhoda knew that her young, 18 year old sister, Cathy, would not return until much later from a date.
They'd done it right there on the living room sofa, with all the lights out. She'd turned on him at the last moment, changing her mind, and fighting him like a banshee, but he was determined to get in. He could remember telling her, "Got to fuck you . . . got to .. . got to fuck that little pussy good!!" And then he had gotten his long-impatient hardness into her, and it was the most incredible thing either of them had ever felt. That tight little blonde cunt so soft and hot and wet and squeezing all around his eagerly pulsating cock as it sank deeper inside . .. and her long white thighs spreading all out for him, then wrapping up and around his naked buttocks as he pulled her up against his advancing loins ...
God, that had been a night! Now the memory fed his hunger for her. John let his hands move beneath him to touch his hotly pulsating cock. It seemed like his penis was remembering too, all to well, just how long they'd gone at it that night, both of them so starved for each other that they just couldn't get enough!
"BE A MORE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF MAN OF YOURS!"
Rhoda had been reading Woman's Cosmos Magazine for almost two hours now. It was the first time that she had ever bought a copy, but something about the sexy, scantily clad girl on the cover had made her pick it up at the drugstore earlier that day. Rhoda still felt the same funny kind of charged-up excitement about the whole magazine that she'd been feeling ever since she read the first article.
"Ten Wives tell all about their husbands in bed!"
Just the very idea that such a magazine was sold on the newsstands openly, and that thousands upon thousands of women were reading such things made her blush, and yet she couldn't stop reading it. It was really all about things that she thought about most of the time, although she couldn't quite admit this to herself. She desperately wanted to know about other women and their husbands in bed; and the article told her... not quite everything she would have wanted, but enough to set her thinking.
"I cream myself with lotion after soaking in a hot scented bath for at least 20 minutes." , "Ted makes me dance naked for him sometimes..."
"We like to do it the minute our guests have left no matter where we are at the time."
Even though it all made very stimulating reading, it didn't ever quite get to the details that Rhoda wanted to know about. Nevertheless, she read on. There was a curious mixture of feelings within her, and as she scanned the very last story in the book (a short story about a young career girl who is successfully wooed by her boss, but who at the end decides not to marry him because she wants to be more independent, and she doesn't really love him anyway). Rhoda undid the barrette that was holding her long blonde hair back, and let it fall forward around her face. She felt horribly, horribly outdated . . . and worse than that... just plain old-fashioned, maybe just plain old. She was already 28 and if she wrote an article about her sex life with John it would be dull, just plain dull! She had the definite feeling that life was passing her by, and once more, even while looking at the slinky girl on the cover again, she began to daydream about Mike.
If Mike were married to her and not to her sister, she would be living a totally different kind of life, with a younger set of friends, always going places, doing things like the people in Women's Cosmos did. And even though she tried not to think about it, she couldn't help recalling what it had been like with Mike. That is, what it had been like having him make love to her... that very first time when they were in high school... he was a graduating senior, and she a know-nothing freshman, and he had seemed to her like some God come down from Mount Olympus. She had been anxious to do anything, anything at all to please him, and he had seen to it that she did.
It had been bad breaking up with him finally after all those degrading months, but what had seemed worse was having him come back on the scene, back to San Francisco years later after going to two years of business school and looking her up. The excitement of being near him had made it easy enough to swallow her pride and go out with him again, even though she knew full well that he was seeing other girls. But nothing had prepared her for the day when Mike finally noticed her younger sister, Cathy, whom Rhoda had always resented ever since she could remember. Cathy was the kind of baby, and later on the kind of girl, who could do no wrong, slender, angelic looking, everything that Rhoda was not.
Rhoda shifted angrily on the sofa, flipping the pages of the magazine. "Why even the girls in this book are built just like Cathy .. . not like me!" Most of the girls in the magazine seemed to have tiny breasts and almost no hips ... whereas Rhoda had plenty of both. She had never been proud of her measurements though, except when Mike Edsel first noticed her because of them, even though she was a lowly freshman. Now she was a 36-25-35, and it was almost impossible for her to walk down any street without wolf whistles following her progress. She didn't feel more beautiful because of it, though, only more vulnerable.
Often, Rhoda thought she was lucky to have met John when she did, just as she was recovering from the shock of having Mike begin to date her younger sister. There was no doubt about it, John was a good man ... and he had gotten her the house, and they never really had to worry about money or anything like that. She really liked the house. It was tucked away, on a side road just off the Panoramic Highway, only a few minutes from Mill Valley, and not more than half an hour from San Francisco. The view was fabulous, too. The wonderful vision of Mount Tarn rose in front of their living room window. Often, though, Rhoda felt depressed by the beauty of her surroundings, and at these times she would ask John for some new thing . . . some additional sign that he really loved her. There were days when Rhoda just wished she weren't alive.
Usually she used magazines to cheer herself with, but this time the mechanism had backfired. She definitely was not cheered, she decided, tossing the magazine across the room. She decided she would speak to her husband, John, again about her getting a job in town. She could type pretty well, and that way she'd get her mind off things. Her sister, Cathy, had worked for a while right after she and Mike got married, but as soon as she got pregnant, Mike had insisted she stop. But Cathy had had the excitement of working for the Chronicle as an assistant to one of the big columnists for a time anyway, and Rhoda hoped that she might be able to find something similar.
She stood up, letting her soft robe of brushed wool fall away from her full breasts. "No sense trying it now," she thought, "I'm just going to get into bed." If John were still awake she would tell him she had definitely decided to look for a job the next day. She started to turn out the living room light, but then straightened up and looked at her own reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her strawberry blonde hair glowed in the lamplight, and it fell attractively to her shoulders where the deep blue color of her robe and the paler blue of her thin nightgown beneath it brought out the color of her eyes. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she thought someone else were watching.
"Who would it be?" she wondered. It would be Mike watching her. . . Mike waiting for her to come to him again.
Rhoda frowned, breaking the thought. Why did she keep on thinking about him? He and Cathy were happily married, and for once she ought to try to be happy for her sister, instead of begrudging her everything. "But why," she thought bitterly, for the umpteenth time, "Why did it have to be Mike?"
Her features composed once more, Rhoda examined her reflection critically. She had a fresh natural beauty that needed little make-up and which, in fact, was. spoiled by the red lipstick she sometimes liked to wear; but tonight Rhoda was able to admit to herself that she did indeed look "all right" as she put it to herself. "All right" enough to secretly be seen by any admirer. Rhoda removed her robe and turned from the mirror, flicking the light out as she went toward the bedroom. In the dark now, she passed the big picture window, her full breasts and hips swaying in time to her steps as the flimsy material of her gown played lightly over their surfaces, doing little to contain the softness of her naked body underneath. Outside, an owl hooted nearby, and once more Rhoda felt that strange longing take hold of her. She felt lonely and dissatisfied at the same time, and she held it against herself for feeling that way, for by most people's standards she had almost every reason for being happy.
John heard her coming in and turned over.
The lights were out, but he could see the voluptuous form of his wife clearly as she paused momentarily in the doorway. He could hear his heart pounding as he watched her, and the blood surged through his veins, concentrating on the erect shaft of his lust-incited penis. He waited until she was sitting on the bed beside him and then reached over and pulled her backwards toward him, letting his hands cup the firm blossoming shapes of her breasts. She fell with a little cry and after a slight struggle gave in to him, lying flat upon her back in the big double bed, her soft blonde hair fanned out behind her head. She lay with closed eyes as he let his hands explore the curves and hollows of her scantily clad body. Slowly, John peeled away the top of his wife's nightgown, feeling the large round satiny mounds of her breasts with their thick pointed nipples. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled the garment all the way down, and still she offered no assistance or resistance. It was like unclothing a big doll. But he knew that this one was real and alive and that soon he would bring her to life. John's cock was rock hard, and he knew he had to get inside her soon or he was going to cum just by looking at and feeling the pliant surfaces of her nakedness.
"Christ, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed in a husky voice. He peered down at her in the darkness, taking in the creamy tone of her hips, the gently sloping belly beneath which lay the inverted crown of her silken-haired pussy. The golden curls lay sparsely over the triangular mound, and John had an almost irresistible urge to bend and kiss them. But being afraid of being rejected, decided against it. Better to stick with what he knew Rhoda would like, he thought. Besides, he couldn't wait much longer, anyway.
Rhoda opened her eyes just the tiniest bit. She was beginning to feel little traces of erotic excitement spreading throughout her system. The cool night air flowed over her nakedness, springing up goose pimples all over her exposed flesh. A tingle of desire was starting at the base of her belly, and she wondered what John was waiting for. Through her half-opened eyes she could see his naked body bending over her. She saw the shaft of his angrily engorged cock up-thrusting from between his strong legs, and a shudder of longing passes through her. She trembled slightly beneath her dark haired husband's lustful gaze as he shifted to kneel between her slightly parted legs. He stared at her as though he had never even seen her before, and briefly she wondered what thoughts were going through her husband's mind. She always found it difficult to communicate with him, and now she had the feeling that she was in bed with a stranger. A stranger. . . when all she really wanted was Mike ... that red headed Mike who had first conquered her body and soul so many years ago.
Desire was welling up inside her very quickly as she began to think of the pleasure she would be soon feeling, the fullness of a man's wonderfully hard penis throbbing inside her, making her spread her legs, everything so that he could fuck her.
God, if he would only take her fast! She wet her lips with her tongue and moved her legs outward on the bed exposing the triangular patch of her wetly eager cunt, letting the small cleft of secret pink pussy flesh peek from between the tufted hair-lined vaginal lips.
Mike! she thought, Mike would do something different now. .. something that would surprise and embarrass me, but something that would thrill me to the depths of my being. He would make me into another person, a wanton woman who wanted to do wonderfully dirty, but exciting things.
She tossed her head to the side and moaned slightly. "John .'.. please," she muttered, "I can't wait anymore ..." She lifted her hand up and tugged softly at his arm, and then let her hand drop down between his legs to graze against the thick heated bulge of his cock. As she closed her fingers hesitantly around it, she felt it jerk in her hand, its hardness increasing as she began to play with it, taking the thick foreskin upward to the top of the moistly secretive tip and then pulling it slowly back down.
Above her, his knees spread within the parted space of his wife's spread thighs, John groaned and looked down at the mass of his swollen cock, the head smooth and purplish, the shaft heavily veined and long. Every sinew of his body was tense now as he felt Rhoda's fingers on it, and he saw her lift herself up on one elbow, her softly firm breasts swinging to the right as she performed the lewd task.
"COME" she said, "HURRY!"
Delighted that the sometimes reticent woman he had married was so anxious for his caresses, John groaned and put his big hand down over hers on the down stroke. Together their two hands let the glistening shaft explode from the covering foreskin to stand tall and proud in the night air. Hastily, John edged forward removing Rhoda's encompassing fingers as he spread her legs wider with his knees. He bent toward her and kissed her deeply, gluing his mouth hungrily to hers as he lowered his muscular body and let the excited head of his cock nudge the hotly pulsing entrance of her vagina. He let it stay there without entering her for a moment, content to feel her quivering in eagerness beneath him, her tongue swirling wildly within the moist confines of his mouth, her hands and fingers running nervously along his bare back. Their naked bodies pressed hotly together, and the feel of her warmly exposed breasts resiliently pressing up against his hair-covered chest made him cry out with pleasure. Slowly, he began to squirm against her with a smooth wriggling motion that started his rock-hard cock moving up into the moist waiting opening between Rhoda's legs.
"UUUUuuuuuuuuuungh!" she groaned, lifting herself up with a startling strong motion and spreading her long legs suddenly wider, kicking her heels out and locking them up onto her husband's nakedly thrusting buttocks. The petal soft lips of her hair-trimmed cunt flowered open to suck his blood swollen cock hungrily inside.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" John cried, flicking his hips forward again. Slowly at first the hard shaft of his cock spread the naturally tight passage wide, advancing upward into the narrow channel. But quickly, Rhoda's seeping inner juices prepared the way and, with a sudden rush, his long burrowing cock slid in to the hilt, pushing back the tissues of softly moist flesh in its forceful wake. Rhoda's strong cuntal muscles were rippling crazily all around his impossibly swollen penis, squeezing it and surrounding it so snugly that he felt himself starting to cum then and there.
"CHRIST!" he cried, sweat popping out on his forehead. It took everything he could muster to keep the sudden rush of semen from continuing its rapid journey from his testicles to the over-stimulated area of his cock.
"Yeah!" he grunted out. His blonde wife's straining cunt had never felt better, and John let his thickening cock start to move with short tentative strokes, feeling his sperm-churning balls tingling and full to the bursting point, impatiently jerking up against the quivering wide spread inner cleft of her spread buttocks. Beneath him, Rhoda let out a long, low wail of ecstasy and began working her own hips up and down on his cock, in effect fucking him, her long legs wriggling ever upward around his back, her hot open cunt continuing to slide snugly along the length of his thick, lust-filled penis. Swiftly, his hands moved down to cup her firmly rounded buttocks, lifting up the naked flesh still higher as he controlled the position of her frantically working pussy around the in-stroking hardness of his cock. He pulled his head back so that he could see her face and observed Rhoda's pert features, that face that most often bore an insolent, defiant expression, covered now with an acute expression of longing, her teeth bared and eyes tightly closed, the blonde curls wild and flying as she flailed her head from side to side. A thrill of power shot through him at the thought that he could make her look like that.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" She crooned continuously beneath him now as John thrust into her with all his might, withdrawing halfway and then ramming all the way back in. Each time he stroked forward into her wantonly squirming loins it seemed as though he was creating space where none had been before, that he was stretching the tightness of her silken wet pussy more and more.
"OH GOD!" he cried. "I GOT TO CUM BABY ... GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME!!!" With a yelping cry he drove forward into the streaming orifice of his wife's wide-held pussy, his body passionately sliding and pressing nakedly against hers. Loud wet sluicing noises filled the bedroom as he cursed and groaned, his voice mingling with her cries . .. like those of a bird in distress. "DON'T STOP. .. DON'T STOP NOW!" she cried. "HARDER . . . HARDER ... I'M ALMOST THERE!"
Dimly in the background, John could hear the squeaking of the bed springs, the headboard of the bed banging against the wall as every inch of his wildly climaxing cock slammed into the hot pulsing excitement of his wife's suddenly voracious vagina.
"IS IT BIG ENOUGH FOR YOU? HARD ENOUGH FOR YOU??" he cried, slamming harder into her now trying to peak her orgasm, trying to beat it out of her. "GIVE IT TO ME ... GIVE IT TO ME!" he screamed, "GIVE ME YOUR CUM!" He was conquering her ... making her all his in this one passion-filled act. His head reeled with the knowledge as his impatiently heated seed began to stream forward in short jerking spurts.
"AAAAAAAAaaaaagh AAaaaaaaggggghhhhh!!" Rhoda screamed out, her head falling backwards, hips and buttocks jiggling obscenely upward as though powered by some electrical force separate from the rest of her voluptuously straining body. Her tongue slid out and a bit of foamy saliva formed on the tip, gurgling sounds of contentment emerged from her straining throat as her contorted features seemed to struggle with the power of the orgasm that racked her naked young body. The pressure grew stronger and stronger within her as she felt herself bursting apart, as though the first drops of her husband's sperm had set off an explosion of thousands of megatons. She became a screaming clawing mass of flesh beneath his still thrusting nakedness, as she fought and finally let herself be carried away by the overpowering tide of her climax.
Mike ... she thought. MIKE! Tears began to stream down her cheeks, and she lifted her legs up still higher to receive the full blast of John's white spurting liquid which filled her wildly contracting vaginal passage before slipping out again to slide wetly down between the white quivering mounds of her wide-spread buttocks, where the pearl-colored cum formed a shinning white pool on the crumpled sheets below.
Within a short time they both lay spent in each other's arms, casualties on their own battlefield.
CHAPTER TWO
Mike started up the motor of his new little TR-6 and started to back it out of the carport. In the rear view mirror he could see Cathy standing in the doorway of their small two story house. The baby was clinging to her, and she supported the boy on one hip. Mike could see that she was trying to smile cheerfully even though she was actually close to tears. He backed in front of the house and waved and threw a kiss to each of them. It was almost noon, and he should have been at the restaurant two hours ago. Instead he had slept late that morning, having been out quite late the night before.
"So . . . she's pissed off . . . what can I do about it now? . . . got to get to work ..." he thought, as he drove away. He waved once more before he turned out of the driveway onto the highway that would lead him to McAvoy's restaurant that he managed. He hoped that his assistant had been able to handle all the ordering he knew had to be done that morning, but at the same time he didn't want the boy to get the idea that he could get along too well without him! The powerful little sports car hummed along the road, gradually easing Mike's thoughts away from the slight anxiety he was experiencing. He'd been able to cheer Cathy up when he got home that night, and explain to her once more that he had a lot of things to supervise on the night shift, and that that was what being a manager entailed, making things run smoothly . . . "just like the motor of this little yellow Triumph ..." he thought to himself, almost convincing himself that he did have something to take care of at McAvoy's during the evenings.
Most of what he'd been taking care of after 7 PM, which was his usual quitting time, had to do with one of the little girls who was always hanging out there, drinking malts and eating hamburgers and fries. For a long time he'd been able to ignore Jill Hoffner . . . she was, after all, only about 16 at the most. But there was something about the cute teenager that he had to admire. She had a kind of guts that reminded him of himself, and what the hell, he thought, if she wanted to get fucked by a 33 year old man, who was he to deny her the pleasure?
Mike pulled up to the excellent corner at which the McAvoy's restaurant was situated, swung his car around to the back parking lot, cut the motor, and hopped out. He could see that the place was already hopping with the luncheon crowd, and he dashed in the back door, his longish red hair flying in the slight San Francisco breeze. It was already March and Mike was wearing only a shirt and pants and a Levi jacket. He was tall, just over six feet, and his red hair and boyish features, coupled with an obvious devil-may-care attitude, made him the center of attraction almost everywhere he went. As now, when entering McAvoy's all eyes seemed to turn in his direction.
The far left section of booths grew noticeably excited as he hurriedly changed into his white coat and began to set about giving orders and generally being the boss. The office girls on the 12 to 1 shift sat there, shortly they would be replaced by the 1 to 2 shift. Mike knew almost all their names; they had made sure of that, and lunch time was a busy but mirthful part of the day for all concerned. Even the waitresses enjoyed the popularity of their employer, since he made their job somewhat easier by speeding the day with jokes, of both the practical and verbal variety.
"Hi Sal, Hi Marge . . . Say, Jane, who was that guy who picked you up yesterday? He looked too old to vote ..." Mike was filling out some order blanks and signing for others that were currently arriving. His assistant had accepted a wrong shipment that morning, and he was about to give him a little friendly hell for it. His words were directed to the waitresses as they hurried by the counter he was standing behind, filling their orders from the kitchen.
"How was he, Jane?" he added as the young waitress returned with two double thick malteds, one strawberry, one chocolate, and one double Big McAvoy with two orders of French fries and two orders of blueberry pie on special. Jane had been laughing ever since she passed Mike on her way to the kitchen window, and now without pausing on her way to table number 15 she giggled, "That was my FATHER, Mike .. . PULEEEZE!"
"Whoops . .. sorry about that honey!" Mike chuckled to himself and let the general hubbub of the restaurant fill his ears with a sense that all was going well, and he was in charge. He knew that Jill wouldn't show up until after three .. . that is if she decided to go to school that day, otherwise she might show at any time. She wasn't the first little girl he'd picked up, and he didn't expect her to be the last. In fact, Mike figured that he would reach what he called his "saturation point" with her within the next two to three times he went out with the 16 year old. Before her there'd been a couple of the waitresses, and then that older dame who used to come into the place all the time. He'd given her what she wanted in her elegant Nob Hill house, and after about a week of it, she'd stopped coming. There was never any shortage of women for Mike Edsel, and there never had been. He took his successes as his natural due without making too much of them to himself, and convinced himself that he sincerely liked women.
He had never so much as admitted his unfaithfulness to his 23 year old wife, Cathy, but whenever she got jealous about anything, he would tell her, "I like women, Cathy . . . you know that! And they like me . . . what can I do about it? Now you know that you are the only girl for me, don't you? I married you, didn't I? Did I marry anyone else . . . come on . . . tell me!"
And she would have to admit that it was true, Mike Edsel had wanted her to marry him, and she knew that there were probably hundreds of women somewhere in San Francisco and all up and down the coast who would probably give their eye teeth to be married to him . . . including her sister Rhoda! Once more, Mike would force her to count her blessings, in the form of house and child, a wonderful baby boy named for his father and now just a year old, an extensive wardrobe, a new Mustang of her own that Mike had leased for her, which could be turned in at the end of the year for a new one. She had friends who were charming and witty, and she couldn't say she was lonesome exactly, but she still had a gnawing fear of losing Mike, and nothing that he could say to her seemed to completely erase it.
It was 3:30 PM when Jill Hoffner strolled into McAvoy's. She was with two of her friends, both girls who were decidedly less attractive than she. Myrna's nose was just the tiniest bit too big, and Patsy had bad skin. But Jill was almost perfection especially when she was with them. Jill's dark eyes (everyone told her that she looked like a startled doe) were particularly shiny as she squeezed into the booth, making sure that she was sitting on the outside. She knew that she looked good. Her hair had curled just right that morning, and she was wearing her new bell-bottoms. They clung so tight to her gently rounded 16 year-old buttocks that they almost hurt when she sat down. Now she could feel the crotch of the material pushing up against her tight dark-haired pussy as she spread her legs beneath the booth, and it reminded her of Mike Edsel's long hard cock as it got ready to fuck her last night, to enter her waiting little vagina.
She had taken just half an upper at school before leaving for McAvoy's, and now the powerful amphetamine was racing through her bloodstream speedily. The day seemed just a bit brighter, and she was just a bit happier than she had been before. Everything seemed possible! All her day dreams were more vivid, and she knew that one day she would be a groovy fashion designer with her own shop maybe somewhere in Marin County. She would have lots of far out lovers like Mike Edsel and maybe one day a steady old man and a baby.
She looked over toward Mike now, and felt that silly feeling in the back of her throat like a tickle. She pressed her long legs together, and the stiff new material of her pants pressed tightly into her bikini-panty covered cunt. She smiled hi at Mike and then turned to the other girls. They knew she was balling Mike, or "Mr. Edsel" as they liked to call him sometimes, and it was almost as good to them as if it were they themselves getting laid. The vicarious pleasure was almost stronger than the real thing, since their friendship was so special. None of the girls did anything without telling the others, and each decision was carefully discussed prior to any undertaking. Sometimes they even had sessions with several boys at once, and then there were times when no one happened to be around that they would assuage each other's sexual needs in all-girl meetings.
But Jill was always the leader, and now they all supported her in her "thing" with Mike Edsel. He always looked so cute, they thought, in his white jacket; and every time they saw one of the nationwide campaigns for McAvoy's restaurants on television, they all thrilled to the thought that Jill was making it with the manager of the biggest, most centrally located and most popular McAvoy's in San Francisco.
"I'll have a McAvoy Big Boy and a vanilla milk shake," Jill said to the inquiring waitress. Beneath the table her full thighs packed into the tight encasement of her bright blue bell bottoms scissored back and forth as she felt the moisture of her warmly hidden pussy begin to seep through with each motion.
"The same for us," Myrna added, and Patsy nodded assent.
Jill knew that Mike would pick up the tab for them, so it didn't matter that none of them had any money. There were a few other places in town where they could always be sure of getting a free meal, too, in exchange for various favors which they were more or less willing to put out.
After finishing the last crumb of her Big Boy McAvoy, Jill stood up. "I'll be back shortly, she said, "Or if not, I'll meet you at the usual place."
"Okay, Jill... see you later," the girls replied, sneaking glances in Mike's direction. He was in the back of the restaurant now. They could see his red hair from quite a distance, and they both watched eagerly as Jill made her way toward him.
"Hey, Mike ..." she called.
Mike turned from his conversation with one of the waitresses to the young brunette approaching.
"Hi, Baby," he said, looking her up and down with the barest hint of lust in his eyes, recalling her pumping strong hips and buttocks as she rode him like a wild woman the night before over near Muir Woods. The ground had been cold and wet from rain, but the thin blanket from the back of the Triumph had been enough to stave off the damp as they gave in to each other's half naked bodies. She had taken off her dungarees and almost transparent little panties, and he had stripped so that he was naked from the waist down too.
"Hi! Listen, Mike, can I talk to you ... I mean I know you're busy . . . but I can't get out tonight."
"Oh, yeah? Sure .. . come on outside," he lead her out through the side door and over toward his car, which was parked further back.
They sat in the small convertible, and Jill explained that she would not be seeing him that evening as they had prearranged because her father had insisted that she stay at home and do her homework.
"He just wants to bug me," she explained, "Probably can't stand to see me having a good time. He wants to ball me, you know!" she added confidentially. Her small hands were already moving toward Mike's groin as he sat behind the steering wheel, and he felt his half-hard cock leap to attention at the young girl's casual remark.
"How do you know that?" he inquired, pressing his hand down on hers as she covered the mounting hardness of his penis.
"Oh..." Jill started, breathlessly, "I know . . . one night he almost did it to me, but I wouldn't let him. He was drunk . . . more so than usual and I was taking a shower. Came in and started feeling me all up. I didn't stop him for a while because it felt kind of good." She paused, feeling for Mike's zipper and pulling it all the way down.
"Yeah?" Mike asked. He helped her pull his stiffly erect penis out, and looked around to see if anyone could tell what was going on. Nobody around for quite a distance, and unless another car pulled in beside them nobody would think anything was going on. People weren't looking for things like that in broad daylight anyway, he figured.
"Yeah ... he was slavering all over me .. . you wouldn't believe it. Calling me his little baby and talking about my baby cunt and all that..."
"And you liked it?" Mike asked, groaning a little as Jill's fingers began to move up and down on his raging hard cock.
"Yeah ... it was okay, if you like finger-fucking!" she said. "I came if that's what you want to know." Her hand was pumping furiously now, moving along the full length of Mike's lustfully hard cock with an expertise born of steady practice.
"But I wouldn't let him do it to me . . . " she continued, "I let him take it out and he came all over himself in the shower. It was real funny. You would have laughed!"
"Poor guy ..." Mike said, but already he was pressing his hand over the 16 year-old girl's dark hair, pushing her head down until she had to shift over, and then he grabbed her head with two hands and forced her soft warm mouth to the tip of his massively pulsing cock.
"AAAAaaahhh..." Mike sighed, "Go on ... go on ... " he urged, pushing steadily down on her head and keeping a lookout for any curious stares.
Jill opened her small lips wide and then let the full pulsating length of his penis slide into the dark wet cavern of her mouth as she felt his hand searching for the button of her pants. She helped him, opening the top of them and spreading the zipper fly wide so that his fingers could easily fit inside. She almost gagged as she felt Mike's bulbous throbbing prick pressing far into her mouth right up to the entrance of her throat, but she gasped for air encompassing the invading thickness of him by stretching her wetly ovalled lips wide and straining her neck forward.
"Man!!! Can you SUCK COCK!" Mike announced as she began to slave over his wetly glistening penis, bringing her warm young lips back and forth, up and down and sometimes half way around and back again. Her tongue slipped against the sensitive head and poked at the tiny dome on top while her fingers added to the excitement by grasping at the folds of his foreskin and pulling it all the way down on the backstroke.
Mike began to emit a steady drawn out groan, unable to contain himself. His fingers undid the small buttons on the top of the young teen-aged girl's pants and slid inside moving down to part the wetly heated lips of her pussy. He felt the drenched pubic hair slipping beneath his fingers as he probed with index and middle finger, worming his way across the few inches of throbbing sensitivity that formed the 16 year-old girl's outer pussy.
"Let me feel you cream in my hand," he whispered throatily, looking down at her wildly bobbing young head. "I'm gonna blow your head off with my cum!"
In answer to Mike's lewd words, Jill brushed her tongue along the warm sticky hardness of his cock, tasting his masculine pungency, and noting the difference in the saltiness that signified he was about to cum.
She loved sucking him, loved the moment of being in the parking lot of McAvoy's sucking off the manager. Exhilarated, she could feel herself already starting to cum against his pressuring fingers. Her erect little clitoris was jerking and twitching, and if he touched her once more just so, she was going to gorgeously blast off!! Frantically, she gyrated her hips upward to meet his fingers, continuing to feel the tight cross stitching of her jeans slip and slide up against her tingling vaginal opening. She felt his cock, hot and pulsing, expanding and swelling inside her mouth, the hard rubbery head grazing against her throat as she gulped greedily around it. Her pixie-like face was flushed from bending so far over in an uncomfortable position and avoiding the steering wheel, while trying hard to keep breathing under the most impossible, circumstances.
"Damn it, girl... SUCK ... SUCK!!" he commanded, "AAAaaahhhmmmmmmmm!" He tried to contain his cries of excitement as he bucked his loins madly up against the teenager's wide-stretched contorted mouth. Repeatedly, he rammed up against her tightly compressed lips, cramming his heated hardness into her without the slightest bit of mercy. She was cumming against his moving hand, meeting the friction of his fingers with the totally drenched slit of her hair-surrounded little cunt.
"MMmmmNNNGH . . . MMMmmmfffhhhh!" she groaned against his wildly jerking cock, as the molten hot sperm began to spurt forward, filling her mouth and causing her to quickly gulp it down to keep from being strangled by it. They both shuddered together, as she sucked and sucked, and sucked! at the pungent life-giving sperm swallowing it down until there was no more, and Mike's well-drained penis lay motionless within her soft young mouth. The wild turmoil in her tight little pussy abated slowly as Mike's fingers lay motionless against her faintly twitching vaginal lips.
Slowly, Mike opened his eyes and looked around him. He thought he saw the back door of McAvoy's closing as though someone had just been standing there, but he really couldn't be sure whether he was just imagining it or not. It did not matter too much anyway.
Jill lifted her head up, letting Mike's limp penis slip from her cum-glistening lips.
"Wow!" she said, adjusting her pants. She started to get out of the car. Mike was already getting out the other side, looking almost as though nothing had happened.
"Tomorrow?" she inquired brightly.
"You bet..." Mike replied starting off toward his job.
"Tell the girls I'll be at the usual place ... if they are still in there. Okay?" she called over her shoulder. She felt like being alone for a while, and she started walking away from McAvoy's toward downtown San Francisco.
Mike entered the back door and ascertained that no one had missed him terribly in his brief absence. He noted that Jill's friends had already left. A few minutes later as he was having a cup of coffee, one of the waitresses, Marge, came up to him.
"Oh, Mike . . . Did you see your sister-in-law??"
"My what?"
"Your sister-in-law ... at least that's what she said she was ... A big blonde . . . good looking . . . said she just wanted to say hello. I told her it was okay to go out the back door cause someone told me that's where you were ... , Did you see her?"
"Rhoda..."
"Right," Marge said, "That's what she said her name was . . . Rhoda!"
"The question is, Marge," Mike replied, holding his head, "Not whether or not I saw Rhoda . . . but whether or not she saw me!"
Marge looked puzzled, and when Mike said nothing further, she shrugged her shoulders and went over to pick up one of her orders.
* * *
Rhoda drove across the Golden Gate bridge at 20 miles above the speed limit. She sped all the way, feeling the vibrations of the secondhand Renault that her husband John had gotten for her a year before. The car felt like it was going to fall apart, and John had cautioned her about going fast in it, but the way Rhoda was feeling she didn't care. She had been job hunting in the city, and on the way back home had decided to stop by McAvoy's to say hello to Mike. She had to pass right by there before going on to the bridge, and it seemed silly not to stop for a second anyway. She really thought she had suppressed all those silly feelings about Mike in the last few days and to prove it she was going to see him. She and John had been hitting it off pretty well the last few nights in bed, and that plus the thought that she might soon be working at some exciting job in the city made her feel more confident than she had been for some time.
"Now its all ruined!" she said, "All ruined . . .ALL OF IT!"
She gunned the motor and then applied the brakes quickly as she realized that she was going to miss her turn-off. Bitter tears streamed down her cheeks as she reduced her speed as best she could and cursed out loud.
"That red-headed bastard! Right in the parking lot... in plain view of anyone that might walk by ... Getting some nasty whore to . . . to . . . SUCK him!" She was so stunned by what she had seen that she had to just keep repeating it to herself. It almost didn't seem as though she could have really seen such a thing, but she HAD! "Poor Cathy!" she thought, thinking of her sister who probably thought Mike was working hard at the restaurant, when all along he was doing filthy things out behind the building!
But as she drove up the narrow highway that led to her home, Rhoda realized that the person she felt sorriest for was herself, and she didn't quite know what to do about it. The car screeched to a halt in the carport, and she jumped out, her lightweight suit rumpled from sitting on it the wrong way in the car, her hair windblown because she had neglected to put on her scarf before the drive home. She entered the house, still fuming, and threw her pocketbook on the sofa. She was overcome by the emptiness of the house. It would be hours before John came home from work. She stood in the middle of the room for a long moment and then went quickly to the telephone.
"Operator . . . the phone number of McAvoy's ... the one on Geary and Second. Capital M ... c .. . Certainly you've heard of McAvoy's, Operator ... !"
CHAPTER THREE
"Now you go to sleep and stay asleep!" Cathy turned out the light in the nursery again, and stood for a moment by the door to make sure that Mike Jr., or "Junior," as she liked to call him, was in fact asleep this time. A long moment passed and there was not a sound of stirring from the crib, and Cathy left the door open a crack and went downstairs to the living room. It was 7:30 and she hoped that Mike would be showing up soon. She was wearing a long hostess-type gown, that was covered with a pastel flower print. She knew Mike liked the way she looked in it. He always liked her to look elegant.
"You're a classy broad," he'd told her more than once, and Cathy was smart enough to realize that this was one of the things that set her apart from the other women in his life. She did everything she could to maintain this difference, hoping that Mike would continue to value her for it. Her blonde hair was so pale it was almost platinum, and Cathy did little to assist the tone of the color except to give herself a cream rinse from time to time to bring out the highlights. She had had it cut short in a becoming layer cut that kept it from getting mussed. All she had to do was give it a brushing from time to time. Her face bore its usual soft expression as she checked the dinner that she had cooking. Pot roast and vegetables, all very simple, but very good. At the last minute she had made garlic bread for Mike. Unconsciously she was already listening for the sound of his Triumph on the gravel drive. She had been wrong to make such a fuss about his being out so late the night before, she felt. It was just the kind of scene that set Mike against her, she knew. But she hadn't been able to help it. Her jealousy had gotten the upper hand, and she had imagined all sorts of things.
Now she felt a lot better. Even though Mike hadn't been at the restaurant when she'd called there at 10:00 PM the night before, she felt his explanation was probably true. Everything seemed better in the light of day, and she knew that he did like to take short drives whenever he had something to think about, and that was probably why he wasn't there when she called.
When the telephone rang, however, Cathy knew, even before answering it that it was Mike calling to say he would not be there, that he would be late again. All the old suspicions and fears sprung back to her mind, and as she answered she did little to hide the discontent in her voice.
"Hi, sweetheart..."
"Yes..." Cathy ran her fingers nervously through her short curly hair. Was she going to spend another night watching television all alone? She hated to go out by herself to the movies as Mike had suggested, and she felt too miserable to invite a neighbor over.
"I'll be a little late tonight again, honey. I'm sorry. Something has come up. You know what I told you about the night guy . . . well, I'm just going to stick around a while. Not more than a couple of hours, though. Okay?"
"Fine. If I am asleep, dinner'll be on the stove," she answered coldly, looking down at the beautiful print of her gown, and feeling the neat way that it molded her slender contours and brought out the small pert peaks of her breasts in the most becoming manner before falling softly over her narrow, almost boyish, hips. All wasted, though, she thought. She had even painted her toenails earlier, using a pink iridescent polish, imagining that tonight they would be making love. It had been so long. And now it looked as if her desires would be unfulfilled, for he would be coming home later that night, tired and irritable again . . . with lovemaking the farthest thing from his mind!
"Okay, sweetheart... If I can get away earlier, I will. I promise." he said, sounding as if he would really try to get home soon.
"Fine ..." Cathy said, trying not to get her hopes up. There was a program on the educational television channel that she wanted to watch. Perhaps Mike would be home by the time it was over.
"Save a warm spot in the bed for me!" Mike said before hanging up. He turned from the pay phone and looked across to the booth where Cathy's older sister, Rhoda, was sitting. She still looked mad as hell, and her face was still wearing the disapproving frown that it had had ever since she walked in. When she'd called and given him that long harangue about his cheating on Cathy, he could think of nothing to do but to get her down there so he could calm her down in person. Now he saw that it was going to take more than just a few words to soothe her ruffled feathers, and he planned to take her to a place he knew nearby where the lights were low so he could get a couple of drinks into her.
"Just my luck ..." he thought to himself. He supposed it must have been quite a shock for her though to see him getting a blow-job like that in the parking lot. He smiled wryly to himself and hung up his white coat, exchanging it for his worn, but comfortable Levi jacket . . .
Rhoda sat nervously across from her sister's husband, in the dimness of the Dungeon Bar. She could hardly see two feet beyond the secluded table that Mike had chosen, except for the comparatively bright lights of the back bar of some distance away. Shadowy forms filled the small room, and blue grey smoke mingled in the thick air above the tables. A loud steady beat poured from the juke box, and Rhoda felt terribly out of place. She knew that this was the kind of a place young people were going to these days. Not only people younger than she, but people with the "new" mentality . . . like in Woman's Cosmos Magazine. People who were quite different from herself.
She looked reluctantly across the table at Mike. Resentfully, she thought that he would fit in anywhere, anytime. He would make that his business. She felt doubly uncomfortable, because to her disturbed mind she was not sitting across from her brother-in-law at all. It was the same old Mike sitting there. The Mike that she had loved in high school and later. He looked exactly the same, and Rhoda knew that he was exactly the same and always would be. It was very depressing, and she felt embarrassed now about being there with him . . . about having called him to bawl him out for being with that girl in the parking lot . . . and even about having stopped by McAvoy's to say hello in the first place!
"Listen, Mike ... I think I'd better get home. There's really nothing to discuss after all. I was upset before when I said that about telling Cathy. I wouldn't do a thing like that to her. It's your business if you want to cheat on a wonderful girl like my sister!" Rhoda began to get warmed up again in spite of herself. "I should have known," she added, tears brimming to her eyes, "You always cheated on me .. . why should anything have happened to change you?" The excited blonde's fists were tightly clenched, and she shook with rage as she glared angrily across the table at her former lover. She started to stand up, but Mike grabbed her arm and roughly brought her back down to her seat.
"Hey, wait a minute ..." Mike cried, "Are we talking about that wonderful girl who's your sister, or are we talking about you?"
Rhoda blushed a deep crimson and burst into tears, sobbing as quietly as she could in the corner of the booth?
Mike reached over and patted her shoulder. "Come on, baby, at least finish your drink . . . It'll make you feel better. Your nerves are just as bad as they always were. I thought marriage might calm you down, but I see it hasn't."
"Oh, shut up!" Rhoda spat out, "If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all!"
Mike finished up his scotch and water and began to try and locate the waiter to order another round. "Did I start all this personal talk? Answer me that!"
Rhoda started to calm down, her tears gradually abating. Crying was going to get her nothing but sarcasm from Mike, whereas with her husband, John, it was an entirely different story. She picked up her glass and gulped down the entire contents of her whiskey sour.
"I'd like to have another drink, please!" she said defiantly.
Mike got up and went in search of the waiter, and a few moments later they had started in on a fresh round of drinks.
The handsome young brother-in-law was beginning to feel in a much better mood now that he and Rhoda had established just where it was between them. Nothing had changed because they were both married now. They had the same old relationship as before, without the sex of course, and Mike knew how to handle his old girl friend, perhaps better than any woman he'd ever know.
"So let's have a good time," he said, grinning warmly. "When's the last time your old man took you out?"
As a matter of fact John often asked her if she wanted to go out, but most of the time she refused, without really knowing why. Sometimes she wondered if she didn't really prefer being miserable.
"We go out..." she muttered. Mike was Ordering another round, and slowly the older sister felt a weight lifting from her shoulders. She was actually starting to feel comfortable in the dingy bar, starting to feel a little bit like her old self, in the days when she and Mike would go dancing and all eyes were turned in their direction, making her feel like she was the most beautiful girl in the world, certainly the most beautiful on the dance floor, and that she was with the handsomest man. The whiskey sours began to make her feel a pleasant glow inside, and gradually she was laughing again at Mike's corny jokes and responding the way she used to with coy remarks of her own.
When Mike complimented her on her looks, and on the dress she was wearing, Rhoda felt like she was sailing on a smooth sea in a big white sailboat. Something fluttered inside her. Was it her heart? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that she was happy . . . unmistakably happy!
"Let's go somewhere else where we can dance!" the red-headed restaurant manager suddenly said, and before she knew it she was agreeing and they were leaving the comfort of the dark bar, and slipping through the night to Mike's car. She felt magical, as though nothing wrong could happen to mar her excitement.
They drove for a long while and then stopped at a barn-like dance club by the side of the road. She had left a note saying that she was going out to dinner and a movie with a friend; that would suffice as an explanation of her whereabouts.
The time was late, she knew, as she easily melted into her brother-in-law's arms on the crowded dance floor. They glided smoothly together, just the way it was before, and just as before the same terrifyingly strong desire welled up between them. She could smell his familiar personal scent, that incredibly masculine odor that almost drove her wild; and it seemed to pierce her, entering her nostrils and filling her trembling body with a longing for him that she could not repress. But she didn't even try, for soon it was painfully obvious that they were each overcome with an almost animal-like desire. They clung together in the middle of the floor, their legs barely shuffling as their bodies pressed tightly together.
Once more through the material of their clothing Mike felt the hardness of Rhoda's nipples and her magnificently firm large breasts pushing against his chest while her mobile hips moved sensually close to his desire-filled loins.
She still wore the same perfume she used to wear, something that smelled like lilacs in the spring, and Mike knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Just once for old time's sake?" he asked, whispering quietly into her ear. He took her silence for assent, and abruptly pulled her from the dance floor.
* * *
John drove past Mike and Cathy's house once more. He could see that there was a light on, but he was embarrassed to go in and ask if his wife was there. Chances were very dim that she was, because John knew that the two sisters didn't get along all that well. He didn't know quite why, but he knew there was an animosity between them' even when they were on the friendliest terms. And John had noticed that Rhoda never had a good word to say about her brother-in-law Mike either. It had been right after Mike and Cathy announced that they would be married that Rhoda finally agreed to marry John. He'd been asking her for months and she'd been stalling him until then. Sometimes John thought she'd only done it so that her younger sister wouldn't walk down the aisle before she did! They'd gotten married right away while Cathy and Mike had waited another year before tying the knot. And all the time before their wedding Rhoda had insisted that Mike would probably chicken out at the last moment. But even when he hadn't Rhoda still hadn't been satisfied.
John got up his courage and decided to go in anyway. He hadn't seen either of them in quite a while even though they lived within ten minutes drive from each other, and he could just say hello. He parked his car at the bottom of the drive and walked up. That way he wouldn't have to bother turning around later. He was really getting worried about Rhoda since the one friend she sometimes went out to the movies with had called to talk to her on the phone, and she hadn't heard from Rhoda in days. John figured it was conceivable that she had met someone else perhaps that very day while she was job hunting, but it seemed unlikely. Rhoda did not make friends that easily.
"Unless, of course, she met some guy . .. " John thought as he walked up to Mike and Cathy's door. He didn't even want to finish the thought. A knife flash of jealousy had stabbed through him so fast that he had difficulty breathing.
He pressed and pressed on the bell but could hear nothing ringing inside. Finally he spotted a small white slip of paper pasted beneath the bell. Delivery man . . . bell is broken, please come in.
John tried the door and found it open and walked into the hallway.
"Anybody home?" he called.
* * *
In the TV room Cathy lay sprawled on the day-bed. The television set blasted beside her, but she had long since stopped listening. Her long hostess gown was hiked up, her lithe finely tapered legs spread wide in an obscene posture just as though someone were between them. Between her thighs, her nimble fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to get some relief from the desire that had been building steadily within her. It seemed shameful to be touching herself this way, but her love-starved young body seemed to demand it. She knew that Mike seemed to think she didn't have a very strong sex urge. He thought she was "too much of a lady" to do that. But inside, she knew that she had just as much of an appetite as he did. If not more, and now that he had been neglecting her so much recently she had to do something! In fact the last time they had made love, she hadn't even reached a climax, and he hadn't even known or cared.
Her hungrily searching fingers slipped upward into the wide spread golden triangle of her hidden pussy, separating the soft hair-lined lips and entering the warm moistness inside.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
The television droned on about Henry the Eighth, but Cathy was thinking about how good it felt up in there, and how wonderful it would be if Mike would come home soon and make love to her. Lewdly, she spread her naked legs wider still, and slid down a little more on the day-bed as her outstretched middle finger slid into the softness of her warmly yielding cunt. If only it were Mike's hard penis! Her heart beat wildly in her chest, sending her blood rushing through her veins. Her entire organism was set in motion for the loving she had been denied for so long. The young wife moaned softly as she started to slip a hand into the neckline of her dress, seeking out the hard little nipples and playing with them as the fingers of her other hand moved up and over the protruding nub of her clitoris. The taut little erections of her breasts sent waves of desire coursing through her system spreading down across her stomach and down to the exposed area of her heatedly aroused pussy.
"MMMmmmmmmmMMM!" she moaned as she began to increase the motions of her fingers. "MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN!" Something about the secrecy of what she was doing gave her an illicit-thrill which added to the enjoyment of the experience. Her breath started to come in jagged uneven spurts as she roamed with her fingers the fleshy terrain of her tormented young pussy. Furiously her fingers were working now, creating ever new patterns of excitation as they traced up and over and then slid back and forth inside the hot tunnel of her neglected vagina. She groaned and twisted her slender body quickly from side to side, raising and lowering her hips to meet her fast moving fingers. Her tongue jutted out to lick the corners of her wide open mouth as she sucked in her breath at a new peak of frenzy. All decorum was tossed to the winds, as she let herself go to the self-induced pleasure that built within her.
"OOOOOOH GOD . . . !" the cock hungry wife cried, "I . . . OH . . . MIKE!!! DO IT... DO ITTTTT!" Higher and higher she pressed her fingers up into her nakedly exposed pussy, closing her eyes tightly as she felt the bittersweet burning sensation way up inside her desire-drenched cunt. It felt so delicious that she knew it would soon be over, although she wanted to make it last as long as possible.
Her furiously rotating fingers were mimicking the motions of her husband's lustfully pounding cock now, and she groaned out his name with shameless insistency. Moaning as her face flushed with emotion, she gave herself up to the stunning probing of her own fingers high up against the tingling tip of her womb. As her fingering continued, she felt her wetly clasping vaginal sheath become hot and slippery with a lust she could not contain. Lewdly wet sucking sounds emanated from beneath her skirt as she flung her pale gold head back against the bed and wailed out her elation.
"AAAAAqqqqqEEEEEeeeeehhh!" she cried, her wide-spread, frantically quivering pussy started in on a crazy journey toward orgasm, as her long legs grew taut, and wave after wave of shattering satisfaction crashed through her shamelessly writhing young body.
"OH YES!! YES . . . YES . . . YESSS!!" she cried.
* * *
John stood petrified at the door to the television room. He had seen enough of his sister-in-law, Cathy, to paint a vivid picture from memory. Every detail of her pink and gold little pussy was etched in his mind as he hurriedly turned from the doorway at the sound of her final orgasmic cries. It was only then that he realized his long thick cock was stiff and hard between his legs. As quietly as he could he made his way back to the front door. Profoundly shaken, he hurried down the driveway toward his car. Never had he thought of Rhoda's sister in a sexual light. She seemed so reserved, so cool, so like a princess. But now, he would never be able to look at her he knew without visualizing the seething hot cunt lay beneath that calm exterior.
He hopped into his car and started off toward his house, hoping that Rhoda would have returned by then. He needed some kind of release for his aching, lust-hardened cock, and he hoped his wife would be in the mood.
* * *
Snug up against the side of the sandy dunes, a thin blanket spread beneath them on the shifting terrain, Mike and his lewdly thrashing sister-in-law struggled against each other. Rhoda could no longer feel the cold biting night wind from the ocean as it swept over the dunes, and the state of her clothing was of no importance whatsoever now. On her hands and knees, with Mike behind her nakedly upturned buttocks, she cried hysterically, letting her voice rise to the star splotched skies high above them. Nearby the yellow Triumph was parked in the brush. In the daylight, this deserted beach area would be crowded with sightseers and pleasure-seekers, but no one now was seeking the same kind of pleasure that racked the indecently joined bodies of Rhoda and her handsome brother-in-law. The waves crashed noisily in the distance adding a special rhythm to their debauchery as Mike grinned down at the exposed whiteness of her ass cheeks beneath him. He knelt behind her, a low soul-stirring moan coming from his throat as once more he guided the thick, blood-filled head of his pulsating cock straight into the now gaping orifice of her eagerly wide-spread cunt. His powerful young body smashed a deep groan from the excited blonde as his long pulsing penis sunk slowly into the hilt, hooking slightly upward as he clasped her tightly around the waist, ignoring the crumpled mess that her dress had become as it wrinkled beneath his nervous fingers. He levered up, ramming that long hard cock that was so familiar to her as deep as he could into her hungrily clasping pussy. Heavily, his testicles smacked against the parted "Y" of her nakedly trembling thighs, grazing the underneath part of her curl-covered cunt. His flat stomach bored hotly against the yearning, yielding softness of her buttocks. The protection of his Levi jacket and shirt was all he needed now, and the nakedness of his loins was warmed by the self-made heat coming from both their steaming bodies.
"Christ!! RHODA!!!" he gasped. If anything, his former girlfriend's hungrily taut pussy had gotten even better than before. He found himself possessed by that insane fury that she emitted, just as he had been years before, when theirs had been a no-holds-barred, knock-down, drag-out relationship that kept him more interested in the well built little blonde than he would have ever thought possible.
Rhoda strained against him, supporting herself on unsteady arms against the damp of the blanket and the sand. She wanted him deeper into the insanely quivering cunt that had waited so long to feel his beautifully throbbing cock.
"FUCK DEEPER . . . DEEPER!!" she screamed at him in a distracted frenzy of lust.
Eagerly he clutched the soft pliant leaping flesh of her ass cheeks like he had done so often before as he drove his lust-swollen cock up into the hilt. Then he let his body weight fall over her back, lunging both of them forward so that she lost her balance and had to scramble to her knees again. His long aching penis seemed to have reached a heretofore unattainable spot high up inside Rhoda's tumultuously contracting pussy, and both of them sensed this as they groveled together, Mike's hands hurriedly grasping at the out-sized softness of her breasts as they hung forward, still caught within the confines of her dress. He fondled them beneath her, pushing the two swollen masses of desire-filled flesh together just as though they, too, were naked and exposed to the California night air. The clasp of Rhoda's brassiere had long since been undone, and her ripely firm breasts moved freely and hotly against each other, filled with the tingling excitation that had taken hold of her entire body. She felt alive and whole, far from the living death she had been experiencing in her day to day life as Mrs. John McGrath. Devils danced in her belly, across her breasts, and in the seething tunnel of her utterly filled and greedily sucking cunt. She needed only one thing in the whole world and that was Mike's long heavy cock! It erased all fears, all obligations she had ever known!
"OH MIKE YES YES YES ... OH I LOVE YOU ... I LOVE YOU ... I'LL NEVER STOP LOVING YOU!!!" she wailed. Animalistically, she jerked backward against his deeply probing staff, feeling his massively heated shaft burrowing nakedly within the tight confines of her wantonly rejoicing pussy. God, it felt good! The thick rounded head, smooth and rubbery advanced further with each long smooth stroke against the tightly clenching walls of her seeping vagina. She could feel it and every ridge of the length of her red-headed lover's surging hard cock.
"OH! AH! O H '. A H ! O H ! A H ! OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!" she groaned with each forward thrust. He was working against her creating something inside that desire-filled cunt of hers, churning as though to turn her entire being into a buttery mass. She writhed helplessly and hopelessly against him, rotating her up-thrust buttocks faster and faster.
"YEAH RHODA! COME ON YOU SWEET BITCH OF A CUNT . . . GIMME PUSSY... AH! UNGH! UNGHH! THIS IS REEEEAL FUCKIN BABY!!"
Rhoda felt a shudder of wanton delight surging through every raw tingling nerve ending in her body at Mike's obscene words and her own profound helplessness. Her breasts heaved and quivered against the pressure of his kneading fingers; their hardened nipples feeling like little pebbles, as she fucked insanely with him, until finally it came over her like a searing revelation of enlightenment, sending indescribable thrills of spiraling ecstasy throughout her overheated, half-naked body. The swollen pink lips of her hair-lined pussy worked and sucked at his surging penis, her breasts heaving, her breath rasping out in short frenzied gasps as the powerful lightning-like sensations jolted her from the tips of her stocking-less toes to her red painted fingernails as they scraped and dug desperately into the sand. "OH MY GOD!! I'M CUMMING ... OH MIKE I'M CUMMING . . . OH MIKE . . . OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she wailed on and on and high inside her a searing hot stream of semen spread, spewing forth jets of viscous white fluid against her climaxing womb, as Mike's long plunging cock expanded, pouring his lust-driven load into the depths of his sister-in-law's wildly quaking vagina. The desire deep inside her belly exploded letting loose a rabid torrent as she rolled her naked buttocks high up behind her in a lewd circular movement, constricting her tight cuntal muscles against Mike's hot, spurting cock, feeling it boring snugly within her, saturating her voraciously sucking womb with its sticky hot sperm. The mingling cum-juices of brother and sister-in-law splashed violently against Rhoda's passage walls drizzling back out against his hot jerking penis, and sliding down against her trembling naked thighs and over his gyrating testicles. The passionate blonde's saturated, hair-covered cuntal lips pulled against his massively throbbing cock as Mike's balls swung forward to massage her erect little clitoris. Groaning in unison, they both pitched forward onto the cool sand, the blanket only a half submerged length of material rumpled somewhere beneath them.
They lay stunned by the power of their love-making, each of them surprised by the strength of desire that still lurked inside them after all this time.
Rhoda's words rung in Mike's brain as he lay, his spent cock slowly deflating within the wet warm tunnel of his wife's sister's gently squeezing pussy. "I'll never stop loving you!" she'd said. He didn't know if it was love that he still felt, or had ever felt, for that matter, for Rhoda; but he knew that whatever his feelings were for the crazy, dizzy blonde, they were strong enough so that he had to start seeing her again. Start fucking that insatiable little cunt of hers again.
Then, even as he was thinking of the future, he could feel her start to stir lustfully beneath him.
And he was ready to give her a whole lot more of the same.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Take some more Vitamin C, Rhoda," John suggested, eyeing his well-built wife suspiciously. She'd had a bad cold for the last three days now, ever since she'd been out late that night, but it hadn't kept her from going out every succeeding night thereafter.
John was particularly upset because all Rhoda would tell him was that she was a grown woman and that they should have one of the "new marriages" where each partner was allowed to lead a fulfilling life on his own.
"Times have changed, John," she told him, "I need time on my own just to go to movies or drive around or do anything I want to do alone!"
And when he had accused her directly of going out with some other man, probably someone she'd met while job hunting in the city, she laughed in his face.
"Don't be ridiculous!" she told him. "Don't be so suspicious . . . Just because my dress was torn the other night? I told you it got caught in the car door. Don't you believe a word I tell you?"
John flicked on the television set. She was getting ready to go out again, in spite of the fact that she kept sneezing and all the medicine she'd taken didn't seem to be doing her any good. The news came on and John turned the sound down low. He sat watching the telecast of the President's journey to China without any sound, thinking that he would learn just as much without the narration as he would with it. His mind was on his wife though. He was deeply disturbed by what she was doing, and her defiant suggestion that he mistrusted her didn't fool him much. All he could think about was those splendid long legs of hers being wrapped around some joker's neck, those special love-cries of hers echoing in some other man's ears. He hadn't laid a hand on her since a couple of days before that night, and his whole body ached for her. She seemed to be blossoming, looking more and more beautiful, more sure of herself since her decision to become one of the modern, "new" women, and it made him desire her all the more.
Anger and frustration mingled inside him, adding to the acute discomfort caused by his desire. How should he respond to her demands? What should he do? He didn't want to risk losing her by forbidding her the freedom she wanted; yet, he seemed to be losing her anyway, unless he could consider this nothing but a phase his blonde wife of five years was going through. Like the time she gave him no peace until she had learned to drive, and the time she had to take those lessons in Portuguese . . . Portuguese, for crissakes! And the time she'd wanted to become a den mother to a pack of Cub Scouts! But no, this particular phase seemed different from all those urgent desires she'd had. This seemed far more compulsive and serious, and John couldn't help thinking that he had to do something drastic if he wanted to hold onto his wife.
He could hear her in there primping. All the way to the living room he could smell the smell of perfume which she was putting on for someone else's benefit. Even if it weren't a lover as she insisted, someone else, be it only a stranger in a dark movie theatre in San Rafael was getting the benefit of it!
As he watched the President proposing a toast with the head of the Chinese government, he thought about all the times when Rhoda had asked him to believe her, and he tried to figure out now whether or not he really did. He realized with a new certainty that he definitely no longer believed in her supposed virginity. It was a lot to ask that he believe a 23 year-old creature as luscious as she, had not gotten it from some horny stud before he came loping along. He knew that his own fingers had done a lot toward loosening up that tight pussy of hers, and that the old myth about the hymen breaking had little validity under the circumstances.
On the other hand, Rhoda had been still living at home, at the advanced age of 23. Maybe she was just weird enough to have resisted going all the way until she met him.
"SHIT!" John said out loud. He got up and changed the channel to a re-run of a situation comedy. It was all about a talking horse, and the absolute absurdity of it helped him a little to cope with the absurdity of his own situation.
Rhoda emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing a pair of beige slacks and a matching beige sweater. She had tossed a light-weight raincoat over her shoulders, and her hair was pulled back severely into a long pony tail. She looked different, he thought. Excitingly different! And he tried to view her through the eyes of a stranger. Christ, he would go to any extreme to get into that pussy! He regarded her ferociously as she came toward him, bending low to kiss him lightly on the cheek.
"So long, sweetheart. I won't be late. Going to see The French Connection over at the Bijou in San Rafael.?"
"That's what you said before..." he muttered, wanting to grab her by the throat and throttle her. "And I told you that I've been wanting to see that movie for a long time!"
She was already at the door now, slipping quietly away from him. He wanted to yell and scream, to do anything to get her to stay. But he did nothing.
"Yes, well..." she said, "If it's really good, we'll go see it together, later. You know how I like seeing movies twice!"
After saying good-bye again, she was gone. On the TV screen, the horse and his owner were discussing something. Ridiculous! John lay his head back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear Rhoda's Renault backfiring as she backed out of the car port. She had promised him that she wouldn't be going out alone anymore that week and that their lives would be just like before. But he had duty at the firehouse the next 3 days and she had already indicated that next week she intended to go out again for a few evenings on her own.
"Bullshit!" he exclaimed to the emptiness of the living room. He was damned if he was going to live like that! He went over to the cabinet where they usually kept the whiskey. Rhoda had reeked of it that first night, he recalled, giving him some half-assed explanation about having met an old girl friend from school who had insisted on boozing it up. He poured himself a stiff bourbon, and drank it neat, feeling the soothing hot liquid burn its way down his gullet to his stomach. "Frozen meat pies for dinner!" he muttered, and poured himself another.
After the third straight bourbon, John got his top coat out of the closet and started out the door, feeling in his pant's pocket to make sure he had his keys. He had to get out. .. had to talk to someone and get some advice about Rhoda. He hadn't quite decided just where he was going until his VW fast-back was already halfway down the mountain road, but then he reached the turn-off for Mike and Cathy's house and automatically took the turn as though he'd been intending to all along. He'd been mulling over in his mind the way he'd come across Cathy fucking herself with her own delicate fingers, and he'd come to the realization that he really had never seen either Cathy or Mike as real people with problems like everyone else. They'd always seemed just a little too perfect, a little too neat, with things coming their way free and easy without too much trouble. Why, he'd never so much as sat down with Cathy in the early days, even though there were a hell of a lot of things that he might have learned about Rhoda from her baby sister.
This thought cheered him now. He pushed to the back of his mind as best he could the lewd image of his normally prim sister-in-law's wide stretched thighs, with the glistening golden pussy creaming against her own probing fingers. Almost anxiously now, he began to look for the driveway leading up to their house. Both she and Mike, he figured could help him out tonight. Maybe they would give him some new insight into Rhoda's behavior that would help save their marriage!
Cathy was upstairs in bed when she heard the gravel crunching under tire-wheels outside. She hopped out of bed and tossed a light blue robe over her shortie nightgown. It was Mike, she felt, and he had decided to come home on time that night! He had told her early that morning not to expect him until late again, but now she was sure that he had decided to surprise her by showing up on time.
Her heart thudded as she skipped down the stairs. Tonight would be different . . . she would make him crepes with Grand Marnier, they would have that bottle of champagne that lay on the bottom of the refrigerator, and later they would make love. She could already feel the tell-tale tingling up between her legs that signalled her readiness. Tonight she would tell him just how much she needed him . .. how much her body needed him. At all costs, she must make him realize this!
Elated she flung open the door.
"Oh ..."
"I. . . I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, Cathy ..." John stammered. Trying to take his eyes away from the tiny pink nipple and the firm upturned breast that peeked from the slightly askew nylon of Cathy's nightgown. She's got breasts like a little girl. . . a beautiful, fuckable 13 year-old! he thought.
But Cathy hastily collected herself, and blushing fiercely, covered the exposed nakedness of her breasts by bunching her robe closely up across her throat and chest.
"Why . .. JOHN ..." Her older sister's husband was certainly the last person in the world she had expected to see. But she set about trying to hide her disappointment, and ushered him into the house, stammering out her excuses.
"I thought it was Mike coming home early," she told him, as she suggested he sit on the sofa.
For a few moments they sat uncomfortably across from each other trying to make small talk, but it was obvious that each of them was thinking about something else.
John hesitated now to bring up the main cause of his visit; he had fully expected Mike to be there too, and had thought that the debonair younger man (only three years younger than he, but nevertheless somehow more experienced and knowledgeable about women) might be able to give him some much needed advice.
But it occurred to him now, and for the first time as he observed his slender pale blonde sister-in-law, that she might be having the same kind of problem with Mike. He hadn't been home the other night, and obviously he wasn't home tonight. He noticed that Cathy seemed unduly wan and nervous, and as he inquired, "Is Mike working a night shift now?" she paled visibly and stuttered out her reply as if trying to convince him of something she herself was not very convinced about.
"Sometimes he has to supervise the night man. Something funny is going on with the books, and Mike is sure that the night man is dipping into the till." She made little fluttery apologetic gestures with her hands, and John noticed how beautiful she was. Her pale translucent skin shone with an inner light and her blue eyes were wide and heavily fringed with lashes. She had a small, bow shaped mouth like babies often had, and he thought about Mike Junior.
"Where's the baby. I haven't seem him in a long time."
"He just went to sleep a little while ago. You and Rhoda should come over some time," she replied.
This was his opening. "Well . . . you know Rhoda and I haven't been getting on too well recently," he ventured.
"Oh?" Cathy seemed to look at him curiously.
"Oh, I don't know," he answered, "Sometimes I don't understand your sister at all!" It was almost a direct cry for help, and he hoped she would pick up on it.
"You're not the only one who doesn't understand her," Cathy laughed a bit bitterly, John thought. "Would you like to have a drink?" she inquired. Somehow the ice was broken between them, and John gratefully said "Yes." His throat was terribly dry.
* * *
Cathy looked across the low cocktail table toward her older sister's husband. They'd been sitting and talking for almost an hour now, and Cathy noted with alarm that they'd just about polished off the bottle of bourbon between them. Of course it hadn't been completely full, but nevertheless the fact that it was now just about empty, seemed shocking to her. She hardly ever drank. But she had to seriously admit she felt more relaxed than she had in a long time, and the pleasant hazy sensation that the liquor gave her was a welcome relief from her usual tension. Taking care of the baby all day long was once a pleasurable activity, but now that things were going so terribly with her husband, Mike, she had come to dread each day. She began to think of herself and the baby as somehow being underprivileged, and the fact that Mike Junior almost never saw his father was beginning to worry her.
Cathy tried to parry yet another question from her brother-in-law about her difficult sister. She didn't know just how much to tell him about Rhoda, and she really felt confused about just what to say. She could tell him that his wife had always hated her and had rarely confided in her, if ever. Cathy herself had given up any dreams of being on friendly terms with her sister the day she'd started going out with Mike.
She knew that John was not aware of the fact that Mike had been Rhoda's boy friend long before he was hers. It had been one of the few things that the two sisters had agreed upon . . . not telling John of the drama that had taken place when Mike suddenly started flirting with the younger sister, and eventually dropped Rhoda completely and started a heavy romance with 18 year-old Cathy. It had seemed best at the time, when Rhoda seemed to be getting over her hurt and disappointment, not to mar it by going into the gruesome details. Now Cathy was not so sure. She, herself, would never think of keeping such a thing from the man she loved, and could never build a relationship on a lie. But then she and her sister had always been almost exact opposites in many ways.
Cathy pulled the sensible blue bathrobe she'd donned earlier tight around her waist as she stood to fill their glasses once more. A glance at the clock told her that it was almost midnight. Junior would be up early in the morning and she would have had no sleep at all. . . and when on earth was Mike going to come home anyway?
John watched the softly rounded buttocks of his sister-in-law as they swayed beneath the blue of her bathrobe. He knew he ought to go after this next drink. Cathy had been little help to him in trying to figure out Rhoda, and yet he sensed a world of knowledge within the small blonde's limited replies to his questions. He felt that if he had only talked with her long ago, he might not be in the position he was in today.
"She wants to go out without me ..." he blurted out, the liquor loosening his tongue. Cathy was coming back with two drinks, and he thought he saw her almost lose her balance as she set them down on the table. He peered into the neckline of Cathy's robe as she leaned over, but saw only a patch of her pink nightgown inside.
"Yes. . . well she can be very strong willed. But it probably won't last very long. She's very changeable!" Cathy felt just the slightest bit dizzy. She didn't want to hear another word about her sister, and she thought she might scream if John mentioned her again. She took in the earnest expression on his handsome craggy features. He had one of those faces that always looked as though it needed a shave, but he was decidedly good-looking, she thought, in a solid kind of way. "If only Mike had something reasonable and dependable about him like John!" she thought.
"If only she'd agree to having a baby . . . but she keeps taking those pills!" John wasn't sure just why, but he had an enormous erection. Each time he looked across into Cathy's deep blue eyes, he was thinking about what he had seen the other night. She must need it real bad, he thought, to finger fuck herself like that!
Cathy stood up, trying to think of some way to change the subject. How could she tell John that she knew Rhoda had always, even as a young girl professed, that she hadn't the slightest interest in having children.
"John . . . Maybe you could help me with something as long as you're here ..." she said, swaying ever so slightly. "I've been trying to get Mike to fix this bell for days now, and by the time he comes home at night, it's too late. I know when he comes home tonight he won't be in any mood to do it." And in the morning, she thought, she was lucky to get two words out of him these days, much less a favor like repairing the bell in his own house!
"I tried to do it myself," Cathy said, pointing to the ladder that led up to the terminal point against the wall. "It's something real simple." As if to demonstrate, she began to climb the ladder with some uncertainty. But John didn't stop her for some reason, he just stood there watching, her, thinking that Rhoda would never, ever attempt to fix anything like that herself.
"Uh . . . yes . .. you need to have it fixed ..." he stated, thinking of how he had unwittingly walked in on her private sensual writhing a few nights before.
Cathy was fiddling with the wires up above him, and he was looking up at her. The heat from the furnace register nearby was billowing out the bottom of her robe, and John took one step toward her, feeling a secret excitement take hold of him. He looked up, and there beneath her robe he saw the two long columns of her pale legs stretching upward, and above them, the round naked curves of her buttocks. She wore nothing underneath her pink shortie nightgown! While he stood there looking, his face deeply flushed with rising desire he felt inside him, he saw her spread her legs to maintain her balance on the shaky ladder, and the golden triangle of her pussy was dimly visible to him.
"Christ," he said to himself, "Maybe she wants me to ... " His alcohol blurred mind found it suddenly easy to imagine that the whole evening had been filled with go ahead signals from his sister-in-law, and he felt a false bravado spreading through him at the thought that she might be attracted to him. He was driven forward by the sudden easing of pain as he felt his desire increased with each passing second. All the roaring torment that had been in his heart recently seemed to add to the need he felt at the moment. Stealthily, his hand moved upward beneath the billowed out robe. Without touching Cathy's immobile legs, he stepped onto the bottom rung of the ladder. His hand was almost there ... he could feel her secret warmth up under her gown. She was saying something, but it was too late for him to hear her now, he was touching it, his fingers directed with deadly precision toward the tender hidden opening up between her softly spread thighs, and his head was darting simultaneously beneath the long flowing robe. His middle and forefingers joined in an up thrust that split the tiny mesh of golden hairs that covered the warm tightness of her vagina. He pushed and they rushed up to fill the moisture steeped length of her unsuspecting slack pussy.
"JOHN!" Cathy gasped as the thickly rising fingers invaded the wetness of her vaginal channel. She tried desperately to close her legs together tightly enough and to push down against his hand so that her sister's husband would be forced to stop the outrageous act. But stalwart beneath her robe, John would not be stopped. The ladder swayed dangerously beneath their weight as, alarmed and shocked by what was happening to her, Cathy struggled to free herself from John's lewd touches. But his heavier weight on the bottom rung kept them from toppling over, and Cathy found herself supporting herself dangerously and incongruously by holding onto John's hidden shoulders beneath her robe. Bending over made her secret flesh all the more vulnerable to John's attack, and he began to worm around up inside the tight confines of the petite blonde's cuntal area, breathing in the sensual womanly smell of her succulent young pussy as he continued to push up into her. His other hand had begun a hungry kneading of her tightly contracted buttocks, and he could feel the tiny throbs of her sensitive pink slit pulsing against his fingers as the wetness seeped around them. The sparse softly curling growth of her pubic hair tickled his hand, as he thrust his outstretched fingers between the soft hair-lips, emboldened by the many bourbons he had consumed and by the fact that he was now too frightened by what he was doing to stop.
His thumb and forefinger searched out the velvety folds that encased Cathy's tiny clitoris.
"OOOOOOOOOOoooooh!" Cathy cried out, jerking backwards. The ladder quaked ominously, but his hand only increased the pressure in the forbidden secret crevice of his sister-in-law's love-starved cunt.
Above him, clinging for dear life to her attacker, Cathy had a sinking feeling as wild, unwanted sensations of mounting desire coursed through her.
"STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. But her tone lacked conviction, and she knew it. Against her will, a lusty sigh escaped her lips. John heard it and took it for a sign of her complete surrender. He removed his fingers from her streaming orifice and, impulsively, he rose up further beneath her skirt as they both swayed dangerously once more. Then Cathy felt his lips make sudden wet contact with her nakedly cringing belly. She gasped and strained once more to push him away from her, but he held them both steady and dropped his suddenly hungry lips to the "vee" of her wet vaginal crevice. Spreading the soft blonde cunt hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue sharply forward, he penetrated the moist flowering slit of her vagina.
Cathy jumped against him, her eyes bulging with fear and something akin to despair. How had she ever gotten herself into such a position . . . how could this possibly be happening to her? Before she knew it, she felt two strong hands surrounding her waist, and she was being lifted bodily from the ladder. Slowly, John was placing her on the floor, but his mouth remained glued to her unwillingly aroused genitals. Thinking this was her moment to escape him, she tried to back away from him, but she lost her balance and fell backwards to the carpeted floor. Fortunately, John's surrounding arms broke her fall, but she remained sprawled out flat on her back, dizzy and scared, her long lithe legs open and vulnerable to the madman her brother-in-law had become.
"Don't. . . don't!" she cried to him, his face visible to her for the first time as he knelt hurriedly down between her nakedly exposed limbs. "MIKE . . . MIKE . . . he's coming home any minute . . . Please . . . please don't let him find us like this. . . For your sake and mine . . . JOHN . . . PLEASE LET ME GO!!!" Her eyes open wide in abject terror, the 23 year-old mother struggled to close her wide spread legs and to pull her robe down, but it was a losing battle. John could not be persuaded by any reasonable argument to stop the ravishment of his sister-in-law that he had just begun.
"You wanted me to, didn't you . . . You wanted me to????" he asked, kneeling on all fours between her wide held thighs. The pink moist flesh of her naked young vagina was presented up to his lustfully flushed face in defenseless sacrifice. Something about his words and his servile, almost worshipful expression made Cathy lay frozen to the floor. Humiliated and debased, she lay, listening carefully for the treads of her husband's Triumph outside, and watching as her brother-in-law's tongue slowly circled his lips in nervous preparation. Once more he placed his heavy palms flat against the inside of her trembling thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her passion-drenched pussy. She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her naked buttocks ground down into the fabric of the Persian rug she had found in a flea market in San Francisco. Never had she thought it would be put to this lewd use. Desperately, she struggled in a futile effort to escape the maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"OH GOD . . . OOOOOOHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHH!" she whimpered beneath his depraved attack, her head lifted upward as she watched in horrified disbelief the nightmare that was unfolding as her brother-in-law's head rocked up and down in a greedy eating motion between her legs. With an animal-like groan, he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the warmly throbbing walls of her defenseless cunt. It was something he had always wanted to do with Rhoda . .. but something had always held him back, but now, certain of Cathy's underlying need for sexual fulfillment he drunkenly began to suck against the soft nakedness of the young blonde's widespread pussy.
"It can't be happening ... it can't be!" Cathy moaned over and over, her head flailing helplessly from side to side as John's avidly licking tongue speared softly in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her hair-lined pussy. Through the horror she was feeling, she inwardly lay the blame for what was happening to her sister, Rhoda, her hateful older sister had driven John crazy and now he was taking it out on her! She even had the thought that Rhoda would laugh if she saw her like this, totally dominated on the hall floor, her bathrobe bunched up around her waist while John performed this hideous act upon her exposed genitals!
Yet, in spite of her terror and revulsion, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to sneak up inside her belly. Her arms lay tensed at her side, while her firmly rounded breasts jiggled slightly beneath her gown and robe as her half-naked young body was being buffeted from side to side. Then John's hands reached up and over the soft white flatness of her quivering belly and moved upward to touch her small firm breasts, his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. Below, his mouth and tongue worked in slobbering subjugation at the widespread tightness of the young blonde's cunt ... his eyes remained open wide, watching the change in Cathy's expression as he saw the first signs of total surrender cross her angelic features.
It was awful, but the long weeks of frustration that Cathy had known were taking their toll. "It's Mike's fault too . . . that's whose fault it really is . .. Mike's ... IF ONLY HE HAD GIVEN ME THE LOVING I NEED!" she thought in desperation. There was nothing she could do now though, and great tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes again. Crazy, random thoughts about her sister and her red-headed husband flicked through her mind, as she listened to the vile wet-sucking noises John McGrath was making at her tormented loins.
Oh God, how could she ever face Mike again after this had happened? Perhaps she should have never married Mike at all, should have refused his persistent, almost irresistible advances at the very beginning . . . then perhaps Rhoda and he would still be together and this horrible moment would never have come about! Then she remembered her infant son, Mike, Junior, now innocently sleeping upstairs and hated herself for thinking him out of existence.
Cathy had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life.
John's crazed eyes remained locked on his wife's younger sister's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her sweet tasting vagina. He thought of how she had given it to herself the other night on the sofa, and he lifted his head up slightly, freeing his mouth so that he could speak to her. His voice was deceptively gentle as he told her, "I know you want this . . . this, and a good fucking. Cathy, don't deny it... I saw you finger-fucking yourself in the TV room! Mike's not giving you any is he? Well, I've got plenty for you, honey . .. come on!"
The unexpected words could not have stunned her more if she had been struck across the face. She groaned and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back to the floor. She could not imagine how he could have seen her . . . how anyone could have seen her in the TV room that night, but as with all forbidden things, there is always the lurking thought that someone might see . .. and Cathy fully believed that John had watched every moment of her lustful masturbation! That was why he was behaving this way ... it was some kind of round-about punishment for what she had done. Mother had always told them that it was evil to touch your own self, and that punishment was sure to follow. "How right she was!" Cathy thought ruefully.
She moaned softly, "No . . . no . . . I didn't mean . . . I . . . please ..."
"And letting me see your tit . . . " John pinched her warm pliant breast ... a tight little nipple, fondling it in one hand as she squealed with the shooting pain.
"NOOOOOOoooooo!" she cried.
But John had succeeded in exciting himself all the more, and he hurriedly lifted and pushed at the backs of Cathy's knees splaying them over backward so that her kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her wetly swollen pussy to his lustful gaze.
With a little grunt, he flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus that nestled just below the hair-fringed lips of her pussy.
The unexpected wet searing contact and the uncomfortable position in which she was being brought a long, low moan of anguish from Cathy's small lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and her lips bared back over her pearl like teeth.
"OOOOoooo don't please don't don't she whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy between the fleshy cheeks of her trim little buttocks. John pushed his tongue even further into the tight fleshy ring of nether flesh.
"AAAaaah!" she groaned again as small goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and her small peaked breasts. Cathy sobbed helplessly, but suddenly in spite of all her revulsion and humiliation and the danger of being caught at any moment, she felt her body begin to desert her. Her nakedly gleaming buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue, sending helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
"I CAN'T ... I CAN'T ...!!!" she groaned, sensing her imminent loss of control. She was not only committing adultery, but even more shameful and frightening was the fact that she was doing it with her own sister's husband, and in a perverted manner that she would never get over! She tightly clenched her teeth and fought the tiny licking sparks with all her might. But it was no use! All of her control and lady-like poise would not help her now. Somewhere she had made a dreadful mistake and now she was paying for it. Now she stared in horrified disbelief as her dark, wavy-haired brother-in-law licked and sucked and mewled carelessly at her nakedly quivering loins.
Then suddenly, it happened. She gave up struggling, both mentally and physically, as her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow tortured movement up against the older man's thrusting tongue. Her hands curled quickly down into his black hair as a low soulful moan came from deep inside her chest. All thoughts of her absent husband were forgotten as was the humiliation she was undergoing. The only thing that mattered now was the sharp shaft of pleasure piercing through her sinfully aroused flesh like myriad needles of a heavenly fire.
Below her, John sensed her sudden submission arid thrust his thick wet tongue deeper still into the quivering tight sheath of her blonde pussy. He could feel her soft shiny cuntal hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and cheeks as she lewdly ground the twitching white cheeks of her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm against his reddened face. She was his . . . he realized with sudden emotion. His, more than Rhoda had ever been, or any other woman as a matter of fact! She had given in to him completely. Excitedly, he watched the pained pleasure on her face as her young eyelids fluttered wildly and her soft pink lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth.
In a few minutes, he thought taking note of the almost unbearable aroused state of his cock, he would be ramming it deep into that little white belly of hers, shooting his eagerly waiting sperm all the way up into the thrashing young blonde's steaming pussy. Somehow, he sensed that this one act was making a different man out of him ... a man who would henceforth be able to handle anything, anyone . . . especially the most important and the most difficult person in his life, his wife, Rhoda!
CHAPTER FIVE
Exhausted, Mike tumbled into the big double bed he and Cathy shared. The fading memory of his night with Rhoda, his sister-in-law, at the Greystone Motel was further eroded by the puzzling scene he had just gone through. It had been very strange indeed to come home and find Rhoda's husband, John, in his living room, sipping bourbon with Cathy, and Mike had felt extremely guilty when he noticed the nervous state the poor man was in. Later, after John had left, Cathy had explained to him briefly that her sister's husband had come by to ease his grief over what Rhoda had been putting him through. His fragile blonde wife had said little else before disappearing into the bathroom, and Mike really didn't expect much more since she was obviously still mad at him for staying out half the night again.
Mike yawned, and turned over in bed. Maybe he ought to cool it with Rhoda for a while, he thought before drifting into a deep dreamless sleep.
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Still shaken to the marrow of his bones, John closed his own front door behind him. His hands trembled as he turned the lock and turned to face the quiet of his living room. He knew that Rhoda was home, he had seen her car in the carport, but he was in no mood to talk to her, in no mood at all.
He had been jolted to reality with alarming swiftness by Mike's return home. It had been just at the moment when he was about to thrust his rampaging cock high into his young sister-in-law's fearfully waiting pussy. What a moment! He could still hear her crying out, "He's coming . . . he's coming . . . Mike's here ... let me go!!! Let me get up . . . hurry . . . hurry . . . into the living room!!"
He had never heard anything so terrifying in his life. And he still burned with embarrassment at the thought of how they both scrambled up from the floor, each hurriedly arranging clothing and mussed hair and run into the living room to sit poised across from each other pretending that nothing at all had happened. Seconds later, Mike's key had turned in the lock, and there he was bigger than life.
John sat down heavily in his easy chair and flicked on the TV. How had he ever let himself go like that? he wondered, dazedly! He ought, of course, to have known better than to have that much to drink, he reasoned, as his blurred vision tried to focus on the late, late movie. He'd never been able to handle it . . . not that much anyway, and what had just happened was certain proof of it!
He felt bone weary as he stared at the flickering scene in front of him and, hoping to erase thoughts of the unpleasant state of affairs he'd gotten himself in, he turned up the sound.
"Give a girl a break!" the TV set blasted. It was Carole Lombard talking to Barrymore. John was about to turn the sound down when Rhoda's voice came from the bedroom.
"TURN THAT DAMNED THING DOWN ... I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
John saw red. In fact he could hardly see at all he was so furious. He stood and made his way into the bedroom, his entire body tensed so much that his muscles ached. Then, he stood in the doorway, his right hand feeling along the wall for the light switch. Finding it, he turned on the bright overhead lights which illuminated the reclining figure of his buxom blonde wife, Rhoda. She was wearing a slinky satin nightgown that fit her almost like the evening gown that Carole Lombard had been wearing in the TV movie, only Rhoda filled it out so well that it looked like some of the seams might burst from the pressure.
"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?" she yelled, squinting in the sudden light. "HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY OR SOMETHING?"
"You've been drinking!" she cried. And as he started coming on toward her, she cringed back on the bed. "STAY ... STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She had never seen him look like this in all the time that she had known him, and she couldn't help feeling frightened. After all, she had done a lot to make him mad, she knew. But she had never expected him to change like that... to suddenly turn on her!
John stood beside the bed, ominously looking down at her.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING???!!!"
"Obviously I'm taking my clothes off!" John replied, a new calm in his voice.
Rhoda tried to smile. So that was it. . . he just wanted to make love. Well, if that was all he wanted. . . She was tired from going at it with her energetic lover, Mike, at the motel, but if it would calm her irate husband down . . .
As seductively as she could under the circumstances, Rhoda began to peel off the straps of her nightgown, revealing the full pale flesh of her firmly naked breasts. Little traces of blue veins could be seen just lightly below the surface of their tautly pulled skin, and the thick pink nipples were stiffening at the contact with the air. She slipped the gown off completely and sat uncertainly on the bed.
"You . . . you like me, lover?" she inquired nervously.
John's cock had began to swell again at a steady rate, until it stood stiff and high, protruding thickly from the dark curls of his groin. His aroused penis carried the memory of the acute disappointment and rapid deflation it had just undergone when Cathy's husband, Mike, had returned home. It grew doubly hard and the blood throbbed impatiently through the thick, pulsing veins that lined its surface. Abruptly, John took it in his hand and pointed it lewdly at his nakedly cringing wife.
"What about you? Do you like this?" he inquired, a strange leer marring his handsome features.
Rhoda was nonplussed. Never had he spoken to her this way or done anything so crude. Nevertheless she sensed that she'd better be as pleasant with him as was possible.
"Why . . . why of course I do, John . . . What a silly thing to ask me . . . you know that..."
she stammered, searching for words.
"NO I DON'T KNOW THAT!" he yelled down at her, still clasping his beet red hardness in front of him. "SOMETIMES I GET THE IMPRESSION THAT IT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU!!!! SOMETIMES YOU ACT LIKE YOU NEED MORE COCK THAN I GOT!!!"
"John ... no ... I .. ..!!!" Rhoda's mouth hung open. But John was already climbing on the bed next to her, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and shouting directly into her startled face.
"WELL I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU GET ENOUGH COCK TONIGHT, MISS HOT PANTS! MISS HIGH AND MIGHTY INDEPENDENT WOMAN IS GONNA TELL ME WHEN SHE'S HAD ENOUGH!!"
He was shaking her violently until her teeth chattered against each other. "JOHN ... DON'T .. . DON'T!!" she cried, "NO!"
"I've heard that before, from fancier cunts than yours!" John cried, thinking regretfully of the chance he'd just missed at getting his cock into Rhoda's sister's clasping little pussy.
"What. . . What are you talking about?" Rhoda sobbed. She was trying to scramble away from her angry husband, but his hands gripped her large quivering breasts gruffly, pulling at them and fumbling with the nipples, pushing her down until she was trapped on the bed.
"Nothing you'd understand!" he growled at her. "Now turn over!" He spit the words down into her face, and he could see he had covered her cheeks and lips with a fine spray of saliva.
"NO! I WON'T ... you let me go . . . you bastard!!" Rhoda answered defiantly.
His hand slashed quickly through the air, landing flat across her face, and John saw her head jerk violently away from him at the impact. Her eyes slits of anger and terror, a big red mark on her cheek, Rhoda glared at her husband. "You . . . YOU . . . YOU HIT ME!!!" she gasped.
"BRILLIANT!! NOW TURN OVER ... DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO ... I AM SICK OF YOUR BULLSHITTING!!" He flipped her over, and when she lay sprawled out crying beside him, lying splayed out on her stomach, he watched the rise and fall of her white quivering buttocks as they shook with each trembling breath she took. His 28 year-old wife's gleaming creamy skin appeared in its full nakedness, the well rounded softness of her buttocks staring defenselessly back at him. Her exquisite proportions maddened him tonight, and he could only think of ways in which to humiliate her ... to get even with her for what she had put him through. His lust-bloated cock ached dully, and he felt a desire welling up in him that no normal loving could satisfy.
He thought of beating her, but that wasn't the complete answer. Then as he continued observing Rhoda's helplessly exposed nether cheeks, he had a sudden inspiration.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Rhoda screeched. But she felt her angry husband's hand on the back of her head, pushing her face suddenly down into the mattress, and afraid of antagonizing him further she stopped talking. Suddenly, with a growing panic she felt him spread the full white mounds of her buttocks. His fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring. He had never touched her there before, and her dazed mind sensed with horror that he was going to make her submit to a horrible indignity. Then even as she was thinking this, his middle finger was pressing experimentally at her tightly puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it and then painfully popping into it, slipping up to the first knuckle with a sudden lunge!
"AAAAAaaaaarrgghhhhhhh!" she cried, outraged by his invasion of her rear passage. "JOHN ... OH GOD! NO!"
"Let's see you shake it now, honey . . . wag that ass for me, baby!" He felt a keen pleasure as he watched his haughty wife, normally so sure of herself and disdainful, squirming on the end of his finger, her well-curved buttocks trembling helplessly upward at him. He smiled, diabolically, and then savagely wormed another finger in beside the first, feeling the tight little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure.
Rhoda winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused John to move his fingers around still more, plunging them deeper and deeper into the dark, defensively clenching confines of her virginal rectum.
"Now if you tell me you've never been fucked back here I might believe you!!!" he cried, feeling the thin rubbery outer ring give a little more beneath his prodding digit.
"A A A R R R RRRRNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!" Rhoda screamed again and again but John pinned her carefully back down to the bed each time she tried to lift up by pressing his other hand against her back. Then, he maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back between her long thrashing legs, looking directly down into the widespread crack of her rectum.
"Oooh ... oh ... oh .. . PLEASE! darling . . . darling, HOW CAN YOU?" She had never felt such pain . . . such humiliation. Her nakedly quivering buttock cheeks spread open like that and him looking in . . . his fingers working cruelly at her secret flesh ... it was dreadful! Her tightly protected rectal channel struggled to endure the strange intrusion of her husband's lust-driven fingers. It was the most unnatural thing she'd ever felt!
"Kneel up!!! Stick your ass up!!" he commanded. At first Rhoda did not respond. "KNEEL UP I SAID AND HURRY IT UP!!" John shouted, ramming his two fingers hard into her already aching anal passage.
The sharp pain and the savagery of her easy-going husband's command stunned her, but somehow she hoped that by obeying him she would end her torment faster. Obediently then and on shaky knees, she lifted herself up, presenting him with the wide-stretched moons of her buttocks as she rested her hotly flushed face upon the sweat soaked sheet. She knelt there panting like a trapped animal. This was quite a different feeling from the one she'd had when she'd knelt in a similar position in front of Mike out there on the dunes that night! If only her husband John would take her like that now everything would be all right. She could feel the curly tendrils of her pussy also being spread apart by her obscene kneeling position, and the thought that any moment John might penetrate her there caused a flutter of excitement to graze across her naked belly.
Hope grew within her as she felt his fingers moving backward . . . out! Her still clenching rectum closed up again behind their withdrawal and a pure blissful relief made itself felt all along her searing rectal passage. A small popping noise accompanied the exit of John's fingers and simultaneously, Rhoda felt a strange longing in her loins. John had succeeded in really stirring something special inside her for the first time in a long time . . . exciting her the way she might be moved by a stranger making love to her. . . performing outrages upon her naked body! She was completely exposed to him, at the mercy of whatever whim her husband might have. She could no longer predict his responses or reactions. She wanted him to take her now. Funny little thrills were spreading along her spine and her fear was making her more and more excited. The thought of John's superior strength sent a perverse shiver from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck beneath her heavy blonde curls. In spite of everything, a growing desire for her husband was sprouting in the pit of her wetly tensed vagina. She longed to feel his hardened cock, big and full entering her there. Oh, God, how she wished he would hurry!
"John..." she whispered back to him, imploringly, "John, darling ..." She felt her husband's hard body approaching hers and invitingly she rotated her white quivering buttocks around in lewd encouragement. His rock-hard penis grazed the naked flesh of her buttocks, and she felt a gigantic crest of lust in her fire-laden loins.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned into the bed below.
"YOU CUNT! HOLD IT . . . REACH BACK AND HOLD IT!!"
Obediently, Rhoda reached back and enclosed the thick length of his pulsating penis in her palm. IT WAS SO HARD! Shivering with anticipation, she clung to its heated girth and tried to position it so that it would enter the moistness of her pussy readily. To her surprise, he stopped her right away.
"OH NO . . . NOT THAT WAY, HONEY!" His rough fingers suddenly touched her nakedly open cunt, dipping lewdly up into the drenched interior.
"YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE ALREADY HAD IT THERE TONIGHT!!" he growled down at her; hastily Rhoda cringed forward with guilt. It was true, she was still wet from the seething hot semen that her brother-in-law Mike had splashed up inside her adulterous pussy. She had been too tired to wash, and had had no idea that she would be exposed in such a manner. She whimpered, saying nothing more as she felt John pry her fingers away from his cock. Sheer panic almost made her faint, and she clenched her eyes shut tight as she felt him place the big blunt tip of his penis against the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
John leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in. It took up a big place in the softly yielding crevice, worming its way into the tightness of the mortified blonde's tightly pursed rectal opening. He could hear her pleading with him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks were perfectly positioned for his cock, submissively pointed upward while he pushed hard against the tightly resisting nether ring. It looked like it wouldn't go in. Rhoda was whimpering and moaning now, and he was getting impatient. His heavy sperm-filled balls ached and his painfully tormented, cock was tingling. Suddenly, he pushed with all the strength he could muster. Like a thick battering ram the bloated tip of his massively thick cock surged forward, the red swollen head popping inside his cringing wife's tightly clenching anus with a sudden brutal thrust!
" A A A A AA AEEEEEEEEGGHHHHHHHHH!" she squealed, the sudden entry into her virgin rear passage causing searing flashes of white and red to form behind her closed eyelids. The pain was so astounding that she could feel it everywhere inside her. It was a part of her and she a part of it. The burning channel of her anus felt stuffed and torn, and she knew without a doubt that she would never be the same in there.
John moaned behind his skewered wife, letting his pressured cock sink all the way into the excruciatingly tight opening in Rhoda's wide-held buttocks. She was hopelessly impaled as his hard, hair-covered belly smacked against the bulging moons of her nakedly upturned cheeks. He closed his eyes, letting her groans of pain waft over him as the warm buttery feel of her tightly clamping rectum rippled rhythmically in convolutions around his driving, rock-hard cock. IT FELT BETTER THAN HE HAD HOPED! He began to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her bowels, having plundered her defenseless anal canal.
Gradually, Rhoda felt the first rushes of acute pain subsiding, but in passing they left in their wake another duller kind of pain and discomfort. . . and then this, too, began to fade . . .
There was something obscene about it... an odd pleasure was starting to grow inside her. She felt inwardly in great need of punishment. . . she had been awful to John and done terrible things to him. She had been evilly unfaithful, right from the beginning, for her thoughts had always dwelled upon the delights of arms other than his, of another driving cock surging deep in her yearning pussy!
The masochistic pleasure took firm root as tiny rippling waves of excitement started to overcome her. "OOOhhhh!" she gasped, and absurdly, she began to thrust backward into the pain he was giving her. Her speared white buttocks wriggled upward to greet the powerful lunging thrusts of his working loins.
"AAAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAAAH!" she cried as the sensuous thrills expanded now from her abused anal channel to every part of her totally submissive body. She knew she had been wrong, and now John was finally making her pay for it. She began to visualize herself kneeling lewdly, being sodomized by a hardened male cock. He was making her his slave ... his willing and submissive slave!
Behind her, John pounded furiously against the spread crack of his blonde wife's quivering, separated buttocks. He heard the change in her cries and felt her responding avidly to his every move. Hot flashes of desire spiraled through his driving penis as he pushed it deeper and deeper into his adulterous wife's abused anus. He paused, leaving it at its farthest depth in the soft tight passage, and then wormed it around and around in her back channel by grinding his hips back and forth and up and down. Her cries of mixed pain and pleasure were ecstatic and mournful as he pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the thickly elastic ring of her anus. He paused a second time, only to plunge into her helpless warm rectum with a long agonizingly slow stroke. His heavy quivering balls slapped up eagerly against her exposed pussy, and John knew he couldn't last much longer. It was a minor miracle that he had lasted this long! He quickened his pace now, moving into her slippery insides hard and fast, battering with great slapping noises against her white and shaking buttocks. His fingers dug hard into her waist and his breath came haltingly from his open mouth. On his lips he could still taste the faintness of his sister-in-law's sweetly aromatic pussy juices.
Beneath him Rhoda was moaning his name as she never had before, and he pulled at. her already widespread cheeks with his thumbs feeling her tremble and start a low throating noise that almost drove him out of his mind.
"OH SHIT!" he cried out, his red-veined cock swollen to undreamed of proportions. He reached further underneath the big blonde's gyrating body and grabbed onto her dancing, jiggling breasts, one large mound of flesh fully occupying and swelling over each hand.
"Oh YEAHHHH! BABY . . . BABY . . . BABY!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU NEEDED HONEY . . . YOU NEEDED IT IN THE ASSSSSS!"
Mindlessly, Rhoda fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her neglected pussy below beginning to contract on its own in response to the signals from her rectum and the random slapping of John's large, hanging testicles against it.
She was cumming, too! Shattering deep inside, breaking apart! "OH JOHN. . . OH JOHN. . . OH JOHN ...I'M CUMMING ...I'M CUMMINGH!"
John groaned and gave one last mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths, feeling his recalcitrant wife's wildly lurching buttocks respond in a mad hunger. His hot, thick semen came in wave after gushing wave of unabashed total pleasure as his orgasm spun through his mercilessly aroused cock and balls. It felt as if he had never ever cum before. The strength of it ripped through his system as though tearing something from deep inside of him. After peaking at a dizzying height of lust-fulfillment, John felt the last drops of his spurting cum ejaculating with draining finality into the far reaches of Rhoda's milking, massaging anus. Tears of delight sprung to his eyes as he smashed his wife's moaning, wantonly twisting body beneath his, falling nakedly upon her, his spent cock still thrusting deeply between the softly gyrating cheeks of her trembling buttocks. He could feel his own semen expanding inside the haven of her used back passage and start to double back against the head of his cock. It felt slippery and warm and wet.
Before darkness closed in around him, it occurred to his befuddled mind that what he had just gone through was by far the most satisfactory fucking , he'd ever done!
CHAPTER SIX
It seemed like the middle of the night when the alarm rang and Mike found himself jumping out of bed. Groggily, he thought that he must have made a mistake in setting it the night before, but when he reached for the clock, it said 9:00 a.m. Yawning, the first thing he did was listen for the busy sounds that Cathy and the baby usually made down in the kitchen. He sniffed for the smell of his bacon sizzling in the frying pan. But all was still, no smells, no sounds.
Hurriedly he showered and shaved, and went downstairs. There was not a sign of his wife and son in the house. Finally he found a note pinned to the refrigerator when he went to get some orange juice.
"Have to get away to think for a while. Don't bother to look for us, we'll probably be back in a couple of days. Love, Cathy and Junior."
Cathy's usual neat almost child-like script was hurried and she had made two mistakes in the short note that she'd crossed out. Mike was completely stunned, as he slowly left the house and got into his Triumph. His mind whirling with a new concern for his wife and child, he set off for McAvoy's and the day's work.
* * *
Outside the brown stone on 32nd Street, Cathy turned and went back to the Mustang she'd parked down the street. She couldn't bear the thought of going to her mother's as she had planned. The older woman would only ask her questions that she didn't feel like answering, and Cathy knew that in the state she was in she was not capable of hiding the pain and despair she felt. She fastened Junior into his car seat again, smiling wanly at the antics and sounds he made, realizing that she would think them cute under normal circumstances. But today everything seemed ominous to her. Was her baby getting a cold? He had sneezed three times already that morning. The motor of the Mustang was making a queer new sound, too, and she feared it might break down suddenly on the Freeway. Her face in the mirror that morning as she rushed to get out of the house before her husband awoke was tortured and had betrayed the inner turmoil she felt, her normally clear eyes reflecting the lack of sleep she'd had the night before. And now, as she drove back over the bridge toward her suburban home, she could feel that same forbidden tingling between her thighs, that same undue moisture at the center of her golden "veed" pussy. And each time she felt it, she would strive to blot out the horrible shame of the wildly beautiful pleasure she had felt with her own sister's husband, there on the hall floor beside the ladder. . . with his hot worming tongue bringing a new life to her desolate vagina.
"How could I have ever allowed such a thing to happen???" she questioned herself over and over again, but no answer came. She drove distractedly, again and again bringing her attention back to the road as she made her way back home. There was really no other place to go, as much as she dreaded being there. Any place else would be worse, she realized.
In her own kitchen once more, she noted that Mike had seen her note and taken it with him, since she couldn't find it anywhere. The half empty orange juice carton was on the kitchen table and a cup of instant coffee had been started but had not been completed. She was glad that she had decided to return when she found a pan once, obviously, filled with water, almost white hot on the electric range.
"MEN!" she said out loud, and she bitterly began to make an early lunch for Junior, since she'd given him nothing for breakfast but a few biscuits. Hopefully he would take a long nap, and she herself might manage to get some sleep before having to decide what to do about the crazy course her life had recently taken.
* * *
"Whatsamattah, got a hangover?" the foreman at the terminal inquired. John shifted his feet in the phone booth of the Roadside Cafe near Sausalito.
"Yeah. .. whatever you want to write down," he parried impatiently. "Look, Ed, I don't call in sick but once in a blue moon. Now don't you give me a hard time, you can get one of the guys to fill in for me!"
"Yeah, sure John . .. Okay, well. .. I'll see yah tomorrow!"
Grumpily, John returned to the counter where he had been having a coffee and a Danish. It was 6:35 A.M., a little late to be calling in when he had a 7:00 A.M. run out of the San Francisco Bus Terminal. But he hadn't wanted to call from home, even though Rhoda was still sound asleep in the big, rumpled double bed. He'd just had to get out of there on the double, and now that he just had a free day ahead of him he felt both relieved and disturbed. It would be some time before the movie theatres were open, and he could plunge himself into the dark world of somebody else's fantasies. Until then, he had to occupy his mind and body as best he could.
"Another coffee, sweetheart," he said holding up his empty cup to the waitress who, he noticed, had bright orange hair, of a color God had certainly never foreseen for a human being. While the coffee was being poured, he absent-mindedly strolled over to a rack of books in the corner. There were the usual paper backs and then he spotted one that looked particularly interesting. Reading a sex book was often even better than the movies and this one looked pretty good. It would keep his mind busy for a while anyway, he figured, carrying it to a booth with him and requesting that the orange haired waitress bring his coffee and a new Danish over to him.
The coffee was beginning to revive him, but he still felt like yesterday's laundry, with the most horrifying hangover he'd ever had and a drained emptiness both emotionally and physically that stemmed from his unusual activities with both his wife and his wife's sister the night before.
"Oh shit!!" he thought as he opened the first page of the book, "I'm really fuckin' up right and left!" But he was unable to face the full ramifications of his actions, and he left any further thought about them until a later time as he plunged into the world of the book in front of him.
Two hours later, John was sitting on a bench looking out at the sea gulls flitting about over the Bay. He had left the Roadside Cafe and installed himself in the morning sun some time ago, and he was finishing up the book. He scanned the page hurriedly reading: "A series of spasms took hold of Barbara as the driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging them internally with each withdrawal. George brought his huge shaft all the way out of her clinging cunt, leaving just the head at the entrance and then with all his might ramming it back into her streaming passage.
"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed bucking up against his savage thrust. George crowed with delight, knowing she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked unmercifully deep into the soft confines of her willing cunt and ..."
John closed the book and squinted up at the sun. There was only one thing he really wanted to do, he realized with sudden certainty, and he might as well finish up what he had started. He walked over to the parking lot toward his VW . .. the throbbing of his blood had settled itself in his groin, and his surging cock was rapidly reaching a state of complete rigid erection. He could no longer deny the underlying necessity that rampantly filled his confused mind.
It was almost 11 ::00 A.M. when he drove up to Cathy's house, and he walked up to the door with a purposeful step, pounding hard upon it since he knew that the doorbell had probably not yet been repaired. He knew she was there, and he knew that his brother-in-law Mike had gone to work because only the Mustang was parked out front, and so eagerly he pounded until he finally heard footsteps coming to the door.
With a harried expression on her face, Cathy flung the door open.
"Hush, will you... you'll wake the baby .. . I just got him to sleep!!"
John was a little taken aback by her first words to him, but then he saw in her eyes the frightened recognition that told him that his blonde sister-in-law was as much a prey to the memories of their tryst as he was.
"Let me in ... " he said, before she could speak again.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?" she cried, her eyes flashing daggers at him, as she stood tensed in the doorway, her short silk dress softly blowing in the stirring breeze. "Wasn't it enough that you took advantage of me like that! That Mike almost caught us at it!!!???"
John put his hand on his sister-in-law's shoulder, pushing her gently backward. At the touch of the older man, Cathy moved backward, as if to get away from him, but effectively allowing him entrance to her house. She closed the door behind them and then turned to face him, trying to brave it out and speak to him. But before she could get the words out, he had clasped her in his arms. His warm face pushed close to hers, and his tongue slid easily between her wetly parted lips. Insanely, unbelievably she found herself hungrily kissing him back. She was consumed by a raging fire of desire that made her weak instantly with an overpowering need for him as he pulled her close to his hard muscular body, enveloping her in an almost protective manner in his arms. She felt very small and very wanted, and when he spoke into her ear, she trembled against him half in fear, half in anticipation of what she sensed was to come.
"I have to fuck you, Cathy," he said, almost apologetically.
The day bed in the TV room was soft as Cathy lay back on it, and the shadowy darkness of the room soothed her ravaged nerves. Her clothing lay in a small pile at the foot of the bed, removed slowly piece by piece with a loving care that had both touched and thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. She had never been with any other man but Mike, and she was not accustomed to the kind of tenderness she was receiving from her dark-haired brother-in-law. All of her fears were suspended temporarily as she felt the fabric of the plaid spread touching her softly naked buttocks and flanks. The anticipatory desire that she felt erased almost everything surrounding her, and she faced him with a sense of wonder. Their fates were sealed, and each approached the culmination of their lust and need with bated breath.
Naked at last, John moved to join her, watching her eyes grow wide as she saw the size of his fully aroused penis. Then she turned her eyes away and he was there beside her.
Her small soft body offered little resistance as he pulled her toward him. She smelled like lemons, he noted, inhaling the fragrance of her satiny skin. He pulled her beneath him, lifting himself up a bit and then letting part of his weight fall back down onto her.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, turning her head a little to the side. The pale gold of her short hair shone in the dimness of the room as John felt her squirming beneath him a little and bent to kiss her lips once more.
"Cathy ..." he said, closing his warm mouth over hers and feeling her arch her entire body eagerly up toward him, her small breasts nudging bird-like against the hardness of his chest, while her love-starved loins stirred against his hard flat belly. Below, his long heavy cock reared for it was ready and waiting.
Cathy lay still, her thighs opened slightly, her breath coming so quickly now that she thought her lungs would burst. Her belly had begun to heave and squirm and quiver just as though she had already felt the heatedly pulsating penis that extended from John's groin sunk deep inside her wetly trembling cunt.
"I'm gonna do it to you like Mike has never fucked you before," he whispered to her, "I want you to cry out and beg me for more .. . Cathy, I want you to fuck me back like some whore off the streets!"
The very lewdness of his words excited her more and more, and she did not know which way to turn as she moaned softly beneath him.
"Spread your legs a little wider..." he said softly, and Cathy obeyed him, spreading her trim young thighs wider apart. John levered up over her, his strong arms stiff, his hands resting now on her naked shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking his hard, throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of his wife's sister's cunt.
The young mother turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder of forbidden delight as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly secreting pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter submission beneath him, not daring to breathe at this crucial moment.
"Ooooooh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her hair-lined vagina.
John pushed.
"NNnnnnMMMmmmmmmmmaaaaah!" she coughed as the tip slipped through, stretching the tight rubbery opening until Cathy felt as though she were being split apart from the relentless pressure. He seemed so much bigger than Mike . . . so much harder!
"Oh . . . OOOOh God, JOHN .. . you're hurting me!" she cried out. But when she opened her eyes she saw that her brother-in-law's face was nothing but a mask of desire and that her words were probably not getting through to him at all. He seemed transported into another world. While above her, John could stand it no more. He had to fuck her. . . he just had to!! The sight of her lying there . . . helpless and innocent looking beneath him, just like some young teen-aged girl jolted him with a new surge of lust.
He fell forward, his weight smashing fully on her as he thrust his hips inward at the same time.
His long, thick cock slid up into her secret cuntal flesh, pushing the soft moist tissues of her vaginal walls apart until he could go no further. After sliding into her for what seemed an eternity, he stopped with a loud groan as his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"OH GOD!!! OH GOD!!!" Cathy cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life, and his cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina in a thousand threads. And now it lay sunk deep in her soft white belly filling up every part of her delicate insides!
CHAPTER SEVEN
All the waitresses noticed it, and even the kitchen help were buzzing about it. Mike was very definitely not himself that day. No one had ever seen him in such a foul, uncommunicative mood. Nobody had bothered to quip any jokes since Mike had practically taken a new waitress' head off that morning for inadvertently dropping a tray. That was not the kind of thing Mike usually got involved in at all, but this morning he seemed on the lookout for anything he could yell about. From time to time they would see him go to the pay phone and dial several numbers. A couple of times he appeared to be talking to someone, but he had been even more out of sorts afterward.
Mike glared as he watched the lunch crowd coming in. He couldn't stand the sight of any of their faces, and he turned his back as some of the girls started to wave to him. He'd tried Cathy's mother and then tried reaching some of the girl-friends that Cathy might have gone to stay with. Nobody had so much as seen her.
Earlier, he had even tried the house on the off chance that she might have returned home, but there was no answer.
He thought he'd try calling there one more time, and got his change ready for the phone. He dialed the familiar number that he usually called to say he would be coming home late, and found that the line was busy. She was home! Elated, he hung up and waited for a few minutes, and then tried again. Busy again! By the fifth try, Mike began to suspect that the phone was off the hook. "That bitch!" he thought. But he wanted to talk to her. . . wanted to see her to let her know that he did love her, needed her even. Such words didn't come easily to his lips but he was thinking them now. Supposing she were to leave him for good! Christ, he certainly deserved it! But he was prepared to do anything to prove to her that she ought to stay with him . .. anything to make her happy again. Fucking around was fine, he thought . . . nothing really wrong with it, but you had to have something . . . someone to come home to! He'd hardly seen the baby in days, he realized with a hurt, contrite feeling. He'd pick up some little toy for Mike Junior on the way home .. . and maybe some flowers for Cathy. Corny as it was, he knew that most women were suckers for flowers.
"Shit!" he finally proclaimed, ignoring the hubbub of the lunch crowd around him. "What am I sitting here for?" Without bothering to say a word to anyone, he grabbed his Levi jacket and tore off his white coat, dashing out of the back door to jump in his car. He made a few stops first and then started the short drive across the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County.
* * *
Upstairs, Mike Junior woke and cried for a few minutes. The shades were drawn in the nursery and it was quite dark in his room. He found the bottle his mother had left for him, and began to thirstily suck on the cool milk. Then, lulled by the milk, and thinking perhaps he was mistaken and it was actually nighttime rather than the middle of the day, he turned over and went back to sleep.
Downstairs, the young mother's nakedly twisting body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason for her to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing through her veins. The hard naked feel of her sister's husband above her had made her lose the battle against the obscene feelings she felt and even the agonizing thought of what she was doing ... the evil adultery she was committing with her brother-in-law, sent chills of total surrender running along the base of her spine. The slow rhythm of John McGrath's long thick cock began skewering wetly up into her, causing her whole young body to nakedly twitch and writhe beneath him. Incessantly, she groaned up into the moisture of his mouth, shoving her own tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate acceptance of his hotly pistoning cock came in torrents from her throat as a light film of perspiration burst out upon her forehead and at the nape of her neck beneath her now disheveled soft blonde hair.
John slipped his hands down her smooth sides and slid them under the soft globes of her moving buttocks, grasping them firmly, one in each hand. He remembered with lust-inciting clarity the night he had watched her on the very bed they were now on, passionately finger-fucking her own lustfully wet cunt, and the realization that the same tight little pussy was his now to do with as he wished drove him to a greater frenzy of desire. Her nakedly writhing buttocks were flexing and unflexing as he pressed his fingers tightly into their pliancy, and he jerked her harder up against his powerfully thrusting loins, feeling her respond by pulling her thighs back a little more. The warm moist hole of her wetly quivering pussy flowered open to receive his engorged cock to greater and greater depths. Cathy's slender athletically tapered legs on either side of his impaled rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes closed as her tongue worked and slavered up into her brother-in-law's open mouth as small mewling sounds of animal-like pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords of the young blonde's neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath her forbidden lover. There was nothing left now but the intensity of her feeling and the wonderful sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her with her full consent. And she eagerly gave back to him what he gave to her, thrust for thrust, groan for groan, and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.
Nakedly, John slaved above the petite blonde who was his wife's baby sister. Suddenly he moved with longer smooth strokes that brought his churning cock almost all the way out of her warmly clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then thrusting forward against her uplifted jiggling buttocks, he balanced forward until he could feel the harsh slap of his sperm-laden balls against the unprotected crevice of Cathy's anus.
"OOOOoooooohhh OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" she cried, lost in a new kind of lust, totally different from that she had heretofore shared with her impetuous husband, Mike.
John began to play with the contracting lips of the young housewife's pussy where he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned sensations from her mouth and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her tight little vagina greedily swallowing the whole of his penis, his rampant pulsing cock, each time he plunged far inside of her.
"OOOOOhhh MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!" Cathy groaned. "Do it to me more ... do it to me forever . . . forever . . . and ever and ever!!!"
* * *
Flowers in hand, an enormous stuffed toy under his arm, Mike Edsel stood in the doorway of the TV room, watching as his innocent young wife gyrated lewdly beneath the naked thrusting buttocks of his brother-in-law. At first he had seen John's VW outside, but had never expected this! He thought he might have stumbled into the wrong house, and ludicrously, he looked around him to ascertain that it was indeed his house, and his wife and his brother-in-law! He started to cry out, to run in and grab him off of her, but he was so stunned that he stood, mesmerized by the obscene shadowy sight in the darkened room. Never had Cathy responded in such a manner to him! It was perfectly clear that she was enjoying a totally different set of feeling from those she enjoyed with him!
That bastard, John, was bringing out something in his wife that he had not been able to do! "I should have known," he thought, "When I came home last night and found him here that late! That's what he was doing here, he was fucking Cathy!!!"
And yet Mike stood trembling with rage at the door. Moments passed as he struggled with his emotions. In all his life he had never felt so vulnerable ... so used and betrayed. Usually he was the betrayer . . . the one to give pain . . . and now it was his turn! He fully realized the irony of the situation, and reminded himself that after all he had been fucking John's wife Rhoda on the sly . . . morally in some court of pre-marital escapades, that gave John the right to get Cathy! Something was shaken inside him causing something to fall into place that had never quite fit together before. Tears streamed down his face as he heard Cathy's passionate groans, and watched as John quickened his strokes, making them hot and pulsating and deep, and Cathy thrashed still harder beneath him. She was ready to cum, and Mike could see her legs jerking wider and up around Rhoda's husband's nakedly jerking loins. Her knees were being pushed back until they lay hard down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders and the plane of her wetly glistening pussy was wide open to his pile-driving thrusts as he smacked brutally into her In spite of himself, Mike felt his penis swelling. Slowly at first, and then rapidly, growing to a turgidly throbbing hard-on. A cry upstairs alerted him to the fact that the baby was in the nursery.
"Good God ..." he thought, realizing that he'd forgotten all about the one year old. He dashed upstairs, thinking about the pressures that Cathy must have felt to neglect her little son this way. She was normally such a devoted mother. As he climbed the stairs two at a time, he regretfully and ruefully blamed himself for what was happening, knowing full well that whatever had gone wrong with his life had been because of him. Cradling the baby in his arms, he made first one phone call from the nursery and then another. His face still flushed with emotion, he quietly tiptoed down the stairs and carried Mike Junior a few hundred feet away to the next door neighbor. The friendly housewife, a mother of two children herself, often cared for Mike Junior for a few hours when Cathy had to do some shopping without him, and Mike knew that she would not mind pinch hitting this time.
Having deposited the baby safe and smiling next door, Mike returned to his house fearful of what he would find but curious enough to go in anyway. He was largely curious about his own emotions, his own responses to the scene that he ordinarily would have thought would make him more than fit to kill. But reason took over at a time when he thought he needed it most. Reason, and something else. As he entered the house and heard the sounds still coming from the TV room, he knew that the "something else" was a rising lust for his wife ... a lust that stemmed from a begrudging kind of admiration for her sexual abandon.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she was crying inside the room, as Mike peered in. Her face was contorted in an unrecognizable mask of lust-blinded passion as John grunted and groaned and quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep so that his blood-swollen cock bored high up into the hidden untouched recesses of her gratefully quivering womb. Her small breasts quivered and heaved against the pressure of his chest and suddenly, she shivered beneath him!
"OH GOD HELP ME ... OH JOHN NEVER BEFORE NEVER BEFORE!!! IIIIMMM THERE . . IIIMMMMTHERRRRRREEEEEEH!"
John felt the sweet 23 year-old's wetly pulsating cunt open around him and suddenly the warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooded hotly around his long pistoning cock. He thrust faster and faster into his sister-in-law's wildly climaxing pussy. He wanted to make her remember this all her life, as he knew he himself would.
He felt her jerk up towards him several times, the lips of her hair-trimmed cunt working and sucking, her breath coming harshly in short desperate gasps, and he thrust deep again, feeling suddenly his own heatedly wet sperm shoot forward from the tip of his cock far into her soft, quivering vagina. Their juices mingled deep down inside in a wet pool of ecstasy that Cathy had never dared hope for. her legs suddenly went limp, splaying obscenely out on either side of her brother-in-law's still heaving body. Her heart pounded fearfully in her breasts, and her body felt beaten and abused, satiated as it had never been before.
In the doorway only a few feet from where the two lovers lay intertwined, recovering from their outrageous adultery, Mike clambered out of his clothing. Naked and determined he strode forward into the room.
"Move over!" his voice boomed into the darkness.
There was a sudden scrambling on the day bed, and John jumped guiltily up. Cathy lay prostrate upon the bed, making a desperate and vain attempt to hide her nakedly trembling body. Tears stained her cheeks as she opened her mouth to scream.
"MIKE!" She pictured herself lying there, seeing it all through Mike's eyes, and she started to kneel up, terror taking hold of her. "The baby ..." she said, "I've got to get the baby!"
John stood uncertainly by. But Mike was unconcerned with him. He continued to glare down at his adulterous wife. Her absolute beauty after the act of lovemaking thrilled and disturbed him. Her hair curled around her face, her entire nakedness a bright pink from the sensual exertions she had just undergone.
"NEVER MIND THE BABY... I TOOK HIM TO MRS. SMITH'S FOR THE AFTERNOON! LET'S TALK ABOUT US!"
"I... I... " Cathy didn't have any idea what to do or say. She couldn't quite believe what was happening or even that she had really just been making frantic love with her brother-in-law.
John spoke up. "It's not her fault, Mike . . . it's mine . . . let's talk this thing over . . .,can't we ... " "SHUT UP!" Mike cried, "I'm talking to my wife! You are still my wife, you know! Even though you've just been fucked and fucked good by someone else!" He advanced upon her ominously, and Cathy cringed back. "You loved every minute of it, too! I saw you! And you should have heard yourself. . . you sounded like a cat in heat. You were never like that with me! Spread those legs, honey ... let Daddy have a taste of that worked up little cunt of yours.
Maybe now that its all warmed up you can give me my due!" he yelled.
"OH, GOD," she moaned in humiliation. She could feel John's sperm sliding wetly down her thighs, slipping from her moistly tingling vagina. She turned and collapsed in a sobbing helpless heap on the mattress. There seemed nothing else she could do, her face reddening from Mike's eyes locked coldly on her shamelessly naked body.
But Mike pulled her down onto the edge of the bed so that just the edge of her buttocks rested at the very end of the mattress. Cruelly at first, he spread her legs wheelbarrow fashion so that she was completely exposed to him, her streaming blonde pussy open and gaping, as she tried to keep herself from falling completely off the bed by clinging to the covers on the bed.
"OH NO!" she cried.
"I'll have first go ... " he said, "And then we'll let lover boy take over!"
"MIKE .. . Mike, you don't know what you're doing .. . PLEASE!!!" But she was in no position to beg with him, and she knew it.
Suddenly, Mike fell forward between her wide held legs, and rammed his heavy angry cock deep into his wife's still sperm-filled pussy. Even though she was not prepared for the sudden entry, the wetness from her fucking with her sister's husband had lubricated her so that it eased his searing entry. Instead of the pain she had expected, Cathy was startled to feel an almost immediate shuddering return of the wild lust she'd known before. Only this time it was her husband, her darling Mike .. . fucking . . . fucking hard into her tight desire-filled pussy! She felt him picking up the backs of her thighs, lifting them until she was bent almost double and her knees scraped the mattress behind her. She groaned again and again, knowing that it was shamelessly wicked of her, but unable to resist the pleasure her husband was giving her!
"DARLING . . . DARLING .. . DARLING!!!" she wailed, as she was buffeted helplessly back and forth, his driving loins smacking hard against the plane of her upturned buttocks. She was lying beneath her own husband, being treated like the lowest of the low, used to vent his own lust and anger. . . but he cared. . . he cared enough to do this to her. . . For the first time in their marriage she was sure. . . completely sure of his love!
Her thoughts flowed in this direction bringing forth a desire within her that far surpassed the height of the sensations she'd just experienced with John, and marveling at the deep wells of desire that could spring from her own body, she responded to him willingly, her eyes closed, and lids fluttering from the strength of her emotion.
"NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!" Mike turned to John who had been standing helplessly by, wondering whether to step in or leave husband and wife to work it out together. He thought of his own anger with Rhoda the night before, and knew or thought he did what Mike was going through.
Surprised, he asked, "You . .. you mean ..."
"Sure ... now you fuck her some more ... Obviously she likes fucking you, so go to it!" Mike stepped back, and as much as handed her wide spread legs to John to take by the ankles. Cathy" moaned and squirmed, but otherwise remained a willing captive. As John took over, his semi-hard prick sprung abruptly to life, stabbing forward in his turn into Cathy's well prepared blonde cunt, while her naked husband stood behind him watching.
"OOOOOOOOOoooh!" Cathy groaned, realizing that her husband was trying to humiliate her further by this strange act. "I can't, I can't!"
But John's lust-engorged penis was already speeding into her, burrowing against her positively excited pussy, throbbing deeper and deeper pushing the waves of softly sensitive flesh back, back until she had to scream with desire.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Mike was behind her, now, kneeling on the bed, moving the quivering flesh as his lips closed down over hers. "BEG HIM!" he hissed into her mouth, "Beg him for it!"
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . Dear God ..." Cathy sobbed, her resistance totally shattered by this dual ravishment by her husband and her sister's husband.
"DO IT ... do it, John ..." she muttered weakly.
"SAY FUCK ME. .. SAY FUCK ME AGAIN, JOHN!" Mike cried, nibbling against her lips, his head moving down toward the tips of her hard little nipples.
"OOOOOooooohhhh . . . FUCK ME AGAIN FUCK ME AGAIN, JOHN, FUCK ME AGAIN!" And Cathy meant it. She wanted nothing more than to be fucked, fucked by both of them. Fucking was wonderful .. . fucking was what life was all about. Lewd flames of desire were coursing through her veins as her brother-in-law slaved between her wide-stretched legs, spreading them so far she thought they might break her in two, chills ran through her nakedness as she felt his quick-rhythmed long cock skewering wetly and soundly into her. Mike's tongue ran hotly across her stomach, and she could feel his hot naked skin against her, dully, she realized that he was inverting himself, that he was going to kiss her down there! While she was being fucked by another man!
Her whole being began to wantonly twist and writhe beneath the two of them as she groaned incessantly, feeling John's massively throbbing cock high in her highly aroused cunt and Mike's tongue begin to lick at the top of her exposed clitoris. Just as her husband's teeth clamped softly around the bud of her twitching little penis-like clitoris, she felt his whole body shift and cover hers. Opening her eyes, she saw above her, the full, long staff of his cock, bobbing directly in her face.
"SUCK IT!" he screamed up at her, "SUCK IT, CATHY!"
She had never done such a thing before in her entire life, but now, she obediently opened her mouth and drew the warm smooth penis gently between her lips.
She was surprised at how good it tasted, how round and full it felt, satisfying some deep primitive sucking urge within her as she accepted its thickness in the depths of her soft warm oral cavity. She was Filled in her mouth and in her straining pussy, and her clitoris and delicate feminine cuntal tissues were being subjected to an incredible licking and soft lashing by her husband's working tongue. The weight of his torso crushed down on her belly and ribs; as his loins squirmed lewdly across her breast and face, his wildly expanding cock plummeting and drilling downward into her helplessly welcoming mouth.
John planted his feet more firmly on the carpet and then with powerful thrusts of his hips, began ramming mercilessly between her legs; his fingers clasping around her ankles hard, pulling her legs outward with each forward lunge, Cathy could feel her husband's fingers reaching down beneath her, cradling her buttocks while he licked and sucked at the top of her straining pussy. There he searched until he found the small puckered hole of her rectum cradled defenselessly below. Once more Cathy felt a shortness of breath as his outstretched middle finger thrust into it, evenly penetrating it with a sudden movement that made the soft rubbery flesh yield to his assault. It hurt and yet the pain, added to everything else she was feeling, increased her passion, made her grow almost frantic with lust ... and she began to wantonly twist and squeal under this double ravishment of her naked widespread loins. Every hole she had was filled and it felt good! The hot friction of both their bodies, the feel of male hands running over her body, her lovely lust-shattered body, made her want it to last forever. THIS WAS IT! THIS WAS IT!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rhoda had to stop at the gas station on the way to find out why the little Renault kept stalling. She'd had to start the motor up over and over again each time she slowed down on a curve. Her nerves were rattled enough as it was. She was grateful that the young mechanic had spotted the loose wire right away, and that it was something even she herself could do if it should ever come loose again.
Biting her nails, she stepped on the gas and started up the mountain again toward the turn-off that led to Mike's house. She had put a pillow beneath her pliant buttocks to help ease the discomfort she still felt there from her husband's brutal back plunder the night before. But Rhoda had to blush even now when she recalled what it had been like and how she had finally groaned out in divine pleasure toward the end. "How unlike John!" she thought, "How totally unlike him!" It was also unlike him to leave the house without so much as a single word to her that morning, and she flushed once more, thinking that her good, handsome husband might be planning some rash action against her. She regretted all she had done to torment him in the years of their marriage, and especially the last few days during which she had gone further than she had ever dreamed by fulfilling her hidden lusts for her high school lover, Mike!
And now Mike had called and told her to get over to his house on the double. Why she could not imagine, but the earnest urgency in his voice had been such that she instinctively obeyed. She would have to tell him that she would no longer be going out with him .. . have to let him know that her marriage with John was too important to her. So important that she could not jeopardize it by continuing their illicit affair! As she thought of the depths of pleasure that John had rung from her tormented bowels the night before, Rhoda wondered why she had "ever thought she had to turn to her old lover's arms!
The little foreign car turned and drove up the long driveway to Mike and Cathy's house, and Rhoda was startled to see that there were already three cars in the driveway and the carport. Cathy's Mustang, with the baby's car seat in the back, Mike's TR6 and John's VW!!!!! She jumped from her car and started toward the door, totally ignorant of the circumstances that would bring the four of them together like this.
Her heart pounding, she went to the door and found it slightly ajar. She pushed and entered closing it carefully behind her. Where was everyone? How could John not be at work? And Mike ... what was he doing home anyway? Where were Cathy and the baby?
All these questions became purely unnecessary when Rhoda heard the first clear sounds coming from the TV room.
Loud grunts and groans, interspersed with erotic cries of lust swelled from the small room, and hurriedly Rhoda made her way there from the hallway. Before she had reached the door, she heard her own husband's voice calling out lewd encouragement to his companions.
"Give it to her, Mike ... eat that little cunt out! Suck him baby, and now cummmmm cummmmm for meeeeeee!!!"
Her wondering eyes flitted across the obscenely intertwined trio just in time to witness their wild tumultuous climax. There, John reared back, his nakedly hulking form, his loins arched inward between her sister Cathy's legs as he held them wide, his big thick cock nudging far up into the recesses of her wide held blonde pussy. Just above his penetrating penis, Mike's head worked furiously to complete the oral stimulation he had been performing on his wife's streaming young cunt. Farther up, his own lewd loins dipped and jerked above Cathy's up-thrusting head, as neck muscles straining, she made her husband orgasm in a mind expanding climactic frenzy of sucking.
"AAAHHHFFFmmmmMMMMBBBBIMMM!" Cathy licked hungrily at the waves of her husband's cum, receiving the torrents of hot liquid deep inside her throat as she let herself go, her body giving in completely to the mutually satisfying loving she was getting.
None of the lovers had time to fully recover from their wild orgiastic excitation, because Rhoda was flying into the room, her arms swinging wildly, her mouth open wide as scream after scream and curse after curse escaped her red painted lips.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS ... YOU LOUSY SONS-OF-BITCHES!!!" she screamed.
All eyes turned in her direction, and three naked bodies strove to protect themselves against her blows as she hurled herself upon them, crying and sobbing as she vented her tormented anger upon them. John was the first to act, grabbing hold of his wife and pulling her back against him, then forcing her to stand there until she became a slumped mass of quietly weeping femininity in his arms.
"Cathy!!! YOU ... IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT... OH, HOW I HATE YOU!!!!" she cried suddenly, looking up to confront her naked younger sister, who was sitting protected by her husband's arms. Cathy trembled and sobbed in her turn, struck by the reality of the debauchery she had just been enjoying and by what she thought her older sister's righteous anger against her for having committed a vile act of adultery with her husband, John.
"NOW WAIT JUST A MINUTE RHODA!" Mike spoke up. "If you're ready to throw stones, you'd better be ready to get a few back." He took a deep breath, and held his arms tightly around his petite blonde wife's waist. "Tell everybody about where you've been the last few nights! GO ON TELL THEM!"
John began to shake Rhoda's body. She was clad in a form fitting jump suit that zipped down the back, and without even thinking too much about it, he began to pull the zipper all the way down.
Rhoda's head bobbed back and forth as her suddenly angry husband shook her violently.
"THAT'S RIGHT TELL ME!!! TELL US ALL!!" John cried, sticking his hand inside her pants and finding the elastic of her under panties. His hand reached in and he groped between her full naked buttocks, feeling them cool and soft against his skin. Then he found the sore entrance to her rectum, and pressed his middle finger there.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" she cried.
"She's been with me ... " Mike said quietly.
There was a stunned silence as everyone took in the new knowledge in his own way.
"But ..." John started to say something... he didn't quite know what, but Cathy interrupted him.
"Yes, John, nobody ever told you, and it was a terrible mistake not to ... I almost told you the other night that Rhoda and Mike had been lovers long before you met her. Way back in high school in fact, and then later when we were all older, living on 32nd Street. But I swear to you, John, I didn't know that they had started it again ... I don't know why, I just never thought that they would have the nerve!" She turned to stare resentfully at her husband. But Mike's hands were still around her waist so she made no move to separate their tightly pressed naked bodies.
It was Rhoda's turn to speak. Fearfully, for she sensed everyone in the room turning against her, she squealed out, "But. . . but I never wanted to see you again Mike ... I was coming to tell you that... I only want to be with John from now on!" She tried to twist around to face her naked husband behind her. "John, I only wanted to be with you ... it was a mistake ... a dreadful mistake!"
"YOU SAID IT!" John replied. His fingers were roaming now inside her panties, smoothing over those same buttocks he had ravaged so well the night before. He pulled her back toward his vigorously rising penis, and fit it inside the lowered elastic of her pants.
"That's why I wanted you to come over Rhoda . .. It's time the shit hit the fan ... now its all out in the open and we can figure out what to do about it... " "If anything..." Cathy said, her hands fingering behind her where Mike's bulging cock throbbed against her buttocks. She turned to him. "I love the way you feel... I love to hold you ... to suck you ... I love to feel you hard inside me. I want you to make love to me always, anytime ... day or night... I love you ..." she whispered. Mike took his smooth skinned, blonde wife in his arms, and laid her down beside him. His lips covered hers in a mutually satisfying kiss that each knew would lead to other things.
John arched his wildly pulsating cock harshly up between Rhoda's statuesque thighs, deciding against further abusing her rear passage. She squealed as he slid his long thick hardness up into the moist furrow of her pussy by crouching down and pushing upward. He had pulled the straps of her jump suit down and her pants and panties lay circling her feet near the floor. Her high heels made it hard for her to maintain a balance as John both fucked into her from the rear and held her back against him by pulling against her hips and thighs. The pressure from his hotly rising cock and the lascivious sight of her sister, Cathy, and Mike starting to make love right before her eyes created an aphrodisiac effect inside her that made her start to cum instantly.
"That's my little hot bitch..." John crooned into her ear, grunting with each upthrust, feeling her wonderfully warm cunt clasping and unclasping, creaming abundantly around his forceful prick. "That's my girl!!" he grinned.
"OH BOY ... OH HONEY... OH HONEY ... YES ... YES ... YES .. . DO IT LIKE THAT!!" she cried helplessly, "OH, YESSS, DO IT LIKE THAT!!"
* * *
Long moments later, when it was clear that Mike and Cathy were resting, John slowly withdrew his penis from between his wife's hotly squeezing thighs. He moved her toward the other couple like a big rag doll, knowing that now she would do anything that he asked of her. He had managed to reach that hidden place inside of her that made her give herself up completely to him, and they both knew it. It was a glorious moment for him, and Rhoda herself felt a contentment deep inside her that she'd never known before.
"Now..." John said, quietly, "I'm sick and tired of this crap about you two sisters... I want you to make up once and for all!"
Cathy opened her sleepy eyes and looked up at her sister. She lay, her legs apart, the moist fur trimmed hps of her pussy gleaming with cum from both her brother-in-law, John, and her husband, Mike. She felt totally forgiving of her sister under the circumstances and as she placed her small hand protectively around Mike's presently dormant penis where it lay reposing on her naked leg, she smiled.
"Let's be friends, Rhoda ..." she said softly.
John whispered something into Rhoda's ear, and the big blonde stiffened and glared at him.
"OH NO!" she cried, "I couldn't... I COULD NEVER DO THAT!!!"
"OH BUT YOU WILL!" John said, "You will... YOU WILL!!" he repeated, ominously.
Rhoda trembled a little, and then sighed. Slowly she knelt down beside the bed, right between her young sister's widespread legs. Behind her, John knelt also, letting his hands roam sensuously over Rhoda's now naked breasts. He held them fast and pushed her steadily forward until she began to do as he had asked.
Her tongue slipped forward as her face grew ever nearer the golden triangle of Cathy's young blonde pussy. Tentatively at first the tip of it spread the matted hairs and penetrated the soft wet warmth of her sister's semen drenched cunt.
"MMMMMmmmmmmm . . . OOOOOooooohhh, Rhoda!" Cathy moaned in surprise, looking up to see just what was happening. Mike looked up too and saw his sister-in-law's thick blonde head wagging slowly above his wife's titillated cunt.
"Man ..." he said wonderingly, talking to John, "I never thought I'd see a sight like this!"
Rhoda warmed to her task. Up and down her tongue slid as she realized that her younger sister was enjoying it more and more. It gave her a feeling of power to be able to satisfy another woman this way ... to be able to satisfy her sister! Behind her John's fingers slid into her hotly clenching pussy, causing her to grow more and more excited. Above them Mike began to stroke his wife's pertly peaked breasts, while her hands slipped up and down on the thick foreskin of his straining cock.
"OOOOOh ... OOOOOHHHHH ... I... OH ... RHODAAAAAAHHHL" Cathy cried, her entire body gleaming with perspiration as she tossed and turned on the bed, her legs flailing out wildly as her lust-incited sister sucked and twisted her pointed tongue as high into her vulnerable vagina as it would go.
"OOOOOOhohohoohOOOOOOO!" she groaned as the irresistible lapping at her tumultously disturbed pussy brought still another climax to the surface. It was the sweetest one of the day and somehow more acute than all the others. It had a special meaning that none of the others had had. It was a family matter ... not just in-laws now .. . but blood ties. Rhoda was the only sister she had, and the older girl had never forgiven her for being born, really, until this very moment. This moment when she knew that Rhoda loved her . . . and that she loved Rhoda!
"OOOOOOhhh Rhoda..." she cried lustfully, "Let's be more than friends!!!"
* * *
It had been a very long afternoon for all of them, and by the time Cathy went next door to pick up Junior, she was freshly scrubbed and shining from a steaming hot shower. It was a shower that she had shared with her husband, her sister, and her brother-in-law. They had all managed to get clean after the initial discovery of the delights of their bodies mingling in the tight place as the water cascaded down on them, pelting and streaming against their nakedness.
They had discovered that no one got jealous when John renewed his desire filled relationship with Cathy again and again in the course of the afternoon, or when Rhoda and Mike decided to nakedly gyrate against each other for long moments of soulful fucking in the living room. In fact they had found that they all got along together very well in any combination they happened to form.
Much later, relaxed and steeped in a feeling of utter fulfillment, Rhoda watched the sunset as John drove slowly back to their home. They had left the Renault at Mike and Cathy's. Rhoda was still excited by her new found security and happiness, and she couldn't help looking forward to the near future.
"I'll bet not one of us can wait until tomorrow night when Cathy and Mike and the baby come to stay for the weekend!" she said.
"I can't wait to get you home right now!" John said, smiling. He would have to call them at the fire house and tell them he could not make it this week. He'd be caught up with family business!
Back at Mike and Cathy's house, Cathy stretched her slim naked legs out further on the bed in the upstairs bedroom. Stirring memories of the afternoon filled her head and revived the heated rush filling her with desire, sending her loins leaping; she beckoned her redheaded husband toward her again. Eagerly, his hands moved down to the small blonde triangle of sex that he had come to know better in this afternoon than in all the time of their marriage.
"Best of all," Cathy said, feeling him start to touch her tender pussy again. "Best of all, is that each of us sisters got the man she really wanted all along!"
"You said it," Mike said, moving up between her legs. "Your sweet cunt and my cock belong where they are right now!" he grunted as he entered her forcefully, "Together!!"
