"Normal" is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term "perverse". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Pam and her brother, Josh, outwardly appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse?
LOVING SISTER-a novel of considerable interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pam was happy to be alone. Her roommate Catherine took a night-school class every Wednesday and for Pam, the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Catherine was gone. Pam would tease him. She would dance half-naked in front of him. Finally she would coax him into fucking her in the bathtub, or under the kitchen table. Anywhere to break the monotony of the bed.
But this week Jeff was out of town on a business conference. All in all, it was just as well with Pam. She liked being alone once in a while.
Even though she liked Jeff as much as ever and though the sex was still pretty good-as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it-she couldn't help feeling a little weary about the whole thing. Frankly, she really didn't miss him all that much.
Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet, she said to herself. I'm going to take a long bath and wash my hair and maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.
While the bathtub filled with water, she undressed and stood before the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She liked looking at her own naked body. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful one. At twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth. Her skin tanned easily, richly. And since she knew that the contrast between tanned and untanned skin was bewitching, she always kept her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun.
There her skin was pale and creamy. Her firm high asscheeks were two lovely glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes of firm flesh, thrusting out above a velvety expanse of flat golden midriff.
She also knew she had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones. The thick buds were tinged a deep rose color and swelled up like bullets from her round breasts. The springy nubs of the areolas spread out even further.
She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. She admired the full perky curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, her firm round tits, just the right size, the long nipples swollen and pointing. She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her tawny thighs. She dug her fingers into the ripe resilient flesh, watching her tan skin shimmer under each fingertip.
She grabbed a hand mirror from the shelf, then planted her feet wide apart. Then she bent her knees slightly and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. On one side, the mirror gave back a normal reflection. But on the other side, the side Pam used, it magnified everything enormously.
With fascination, she gazed down at the huge hair-fringed, pink-lipped slash of her cunt. The folds of her pussylips were dewy and moist, but only half-blossomed. Only tantalizing hints of the slick inner cuntmeat were visible. The small nerve bundle of her clit was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.
Pam inserted one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt. It looked gigantic, reflected in the hand-mirror. She slid the finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily.
She rotated the finger and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swell and pulsed. "Ohhhnnnn!" she gasped.
It felt so good! The magnifying mirror made it look like the cunt of a giant woman being probed by a monstrous hand.
She shut her eyes, whimpering softly. Then she opened them again, gazing down. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly and her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in place.
Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, shivering uncontrollably. She noticed her glazed eyes and flushed face in the door mirror. She was surprised to see that her long nipples were so tight and erect. Oh god, I think I'll do it! she thought. I think I'll do it. I'm going to do it!
"Ahhnnn, anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.
Her whole body was flushed, seeming to melt with hot tremors. She had made the decision to bring herself off, to make herself come right here, like this. Where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open. She was so aroused and excited that she didn't notice the water on the floor.
But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of her giddy sexual delight. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Pam gasped. She turned her head and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Oh, shit, goddamn it! SHIT!" she shouted.
Quickly, she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets. She yanked up the plug, but it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water. Gritting her teeth, Pam snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess.
She swung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again, she finally heard it and grew even angrier.
"GODDAMN IT!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door. She was halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. Then she tried to control her panting and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Josh there when she opened it.
Ordinarily, Josh would have made a joke to relieve her irritation. But the look on his face said that he felt even more down than she did.
"Only me," he said flatly. "Can I come in?"
"You can if you're good with a mop," she said.
But Josh was so distracted that he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the living room, nervous and jumpy.
"Have you got anything to drink around here?"
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine," she answered.
Pam pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders. She knew it would be a while now until she got back to her bath.
"I'll take the Scotch," Josh said.
"What's the matter, Josh?"
He followed her as she went into the kitchen and poured him his drink. He grabbed it and gulped down the whiskey.
"Angela," he growled. "She's been ... making it with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh, no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Pam reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Josh, I'm sorry."
Josh gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. She refilled it quickly.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?"
"I don't want you to get drunk at all."
But she was tempted to join him. The mess in the bathroom had depressed her. She knew Josh would want to talk about what a bitch his wife Angela was, to do this to him.
"Come on." Josh winked. "What kind of party is it, with only one drunk?"
"Why not." Pam winked back.
She took another glass from the cupboard and filled it with ice and Scotch. Then she clinked it against his and drank.
They took the bottle with them into the living room. Pam sat on the sofa and Josh in one of the easy chairs. He began to tell her about Angela's bitchiness. Not only had she been fucking around behind his back. She had been doing it with one of his best friends, Pam learned.
Pam listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her warm and tingly. As time wore on, she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery.
It was hard enough to keep the skirts over her thighs. But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved, it loosened more. Her firm out-thrusting tits pushed against the front part of the robe until it gaped open, revealing the smoothly tanned skin.
After a while, as Josh droned on and on about Angela's infidelities, Pam didn't really hear him anymore. Instead, she simply stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm. She didn't know how much time had elapsed when she drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Josh's droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes. He was staring at her too, but not at her face. Lower. He was staring at her body. She glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone. The robe had fallen open and her body was exposed from her throat to the top glistening fringe of her crotch hair.
Flushing with embarrassment, trying to regain quick control of her wits, she pulled the robe shut.
"Oh, I ... I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.
"Don't," Josh croaked quietly.
His eyes showed brief pain as the satin closed across the naked delights of her supple body.
"Josh!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.
"Please don't."
"Josh, I'm your sister!"
But she was thinking of one time long ago when she had glimpsed, for a second, his thick ropey adolescent cock. What must it be like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for? I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!
Josh shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He grinned at Pam.
"That's right, you are," he murmured. "I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there, I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."
Pam remembered the incident too. She blushed hotly. They had been swimming together. He had stolen her top and instead of modestly covering her young breasts, she had exposed them to him defiantly.
"You were?" she said. Her voice quivered.
"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now-"
"Josh! I think we'd better change the subject."
Pam's blood was thundering in her ears. Her skin was hot and prickly, her mind in a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do.
The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again. They were both a little drunk, but he was drunker than she was. So it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her robe and stood up.
"I think I'd better change. Get into something else. Don't you?"
"No." He grinned. His eyes were murky, friendly but dead serious.
"I mean," Pam's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of ..."
"Of what?"
"You know very well what."
She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving. And that only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples, floating under the shiny satin. His eyes flickered with a half-drunk gloss.
"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."
He fell silent. They both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Pam had not budged a step since she had stood up.
"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his calm irony.
"No, you haven't," Josh said. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more? Before you change. Just for family's sake."
"Why should I?" My god, Pam thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him! I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Angela?" she whispered softly.
She was growing more ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time, she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all."
"You won't touch?"
Josh gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids any more. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured. Her stomach tumbled with excitement. Her body flashed all over with heat. "I don't believe you for a minute, not for a minute!"
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway. She wanted to show him her body. Her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming.
It only took her a second to pull open the robe and slip it off of her shoulders. For the first time, she showed him every delectable inch of her supple nude body. She bit her lip as he looked at her. She knew the step had been taken. There was no going back.
They would fuck now. She would let it happen. She would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve. Because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen. Even though her body now seethed and ached for him.
Josh's face crawled with desire as he scrutinized her naked body. Slowly, she turned in front of him, showing him the high pale globes of her ass. She bent gracefully as she completed her turn, so that her firm tits swayed outward, her long puffy nipples already half-erect as they swirled before his hypnotized gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Josh only nodded and licked his lips.
She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips. She touched her ribcage, where it flowed into her flat sun-browned stomach. Then she raised her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered.
Josh's breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. That excited Pam even further. She went closer to him, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent breasts. She watched his eyes so closely that she squealed with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs.
He pulled her forward strongly. Then he squeezed her ass in his hands as he pushed his face into her bare stomach, slithering his tongue into her navel.
"Ohh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and hurt. But the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her bare ass had made her reel with hot thrills.
"Oh, Josh," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"
Josh grinned sheepishly. He flexed his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her jouncy ass.
"Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.
"Now, Josh ... Josh!" she whimpered softly.
She backed away from him. Her heart skittered and jumped more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up from his chair. He had to bend slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, confined cock.
Pam could still feel the impressions in her bare asscheeks where his fingers had sunk and feel a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, god, she thought, I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let you fuck me, Josh! Oh, god, please stop it yourself! I can't do it, I want it too much!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Josh walked toward her.
"Pam ... Pam, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.
Pam kept backing away from him. She stared solemnly into his eyes, her mouth forming the word "no," but unable to make any sounds come out.
"Josh, you know we can't," she finally whispered.
"Yes, we can."
He backed her into the wall. The sharp contact of his zipper sent hot needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His hands cupped her feverish face. His lips came down toward hers.
"No, Josh, no, no!" she whimpered. "What about Catherine?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at ... school."
Josh's lips met hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her parting teeth. He dropped his hands to her bare shoulders, then down to her breasts, filling his palms with them.
Gently squeezing her full warm tits, Josh kissed her cheek, her neck. Then he took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed hot air into it. He pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the same time.
"When does she get home?"
"Ahhhnnnnn!" Pam nodded.
Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her cunt wet and achy. As he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing boobs, she slid her hands under the elastic waistband of his shorts. She grasped his hot huge prick and freed it. Her fingers stroked it urgently.
She knew she didn't give a shit when Catherine would be home. I just want you to fuck me! she thought wildly. Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!
Josh's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left tit. He licked the large rosy nipple thirstily.
"When does she come home?" he repeated, panting, his voice half-garbled with passion.
But before she could answer, she felt his hot lips close over her pulsing nipple. It stiffened and flamed with heat. She felt her legs weaken, her knees turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing.
She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long jerking stalk of his prick, pressing against her naked belly. Her breath whistled past her teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. Pam moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.
"Oh, Josh," she murmured. "Oh, Josh, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are you going to fuck me?"
Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. His hands stroked her long brown back, her pale ass, her silky thighs. She tore at his shirt and skimmed his pants and shorts down his legs. She stopped and clumsily licked his twitching red cock before he pulled her to her feet.
He kissed her mouth again, mauling it passionately. Then he pushed her gently down on her back on the bed, the way he wanted her to be.
Shivering with excitement and lust, Pam yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor. Her knees were spread and her ass was perched on the edge of the mattress. The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted, gaping, totally vulnerable.
Pam knew that if he wanted her this way, it was so he could stand on the floor himself. He would gain so much leverage that she was in for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge purplish ramrod of flesh that he was now lowering between her splayed thighs.
Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing, Pam nevertheless submitted totally to his wishes. Josh's hard tan muscular body was so desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him. She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere. She wanted to suck his gigantic cock into her mouth and feel his hungry lips burrowing in her flowing pussy. She wanted to do everything, before they got down to the actual fucking.
But Josh's driving passion for her body was overwhelming. She had no choice. She had to give her body to him instantly. She quivered, nearly out of control.
"Ohhgnn ... ah, baby, oh, Josh, we ... can't, we can't do this ... uunnhhg! Oh, god, suck me baby!" she moaned.
She mewled deep in her throat as his mouth again went to her tits. His lips found both of her stiff sensitive nipples again and gave them long agonizing sucks. Pam's frenzied fingers fluttered over his hot, fiendishly hard cock, where it bobbed in readiness between her spread thighs.
She pulled his jumping prick toward the puckering runny lips of her slit, aching to be filled by it. And her fingers on his prick drove Josh crazy with desire. His hands stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis. Carefully, he lodged the swollen head of his cock in her hot, wet pussylips. Then he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of his rock-hard prick deep into her flowing pit.
It was the largest, thickest, longest cock Pam had ever felt inside of her cunt. It was sunk deep in the pit of her pussy and Josh did not pull it out immediately. Instead, he left it buried in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered his hard chest down onto her breasts. He put his lips to her ear.
"Pam ... Pam," he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yesssss, oh, yesssss," she answered.
Her body undulated of its own accord beneath him. All she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her.
"Fuck me, Josh ... uunnhhh! Oh, yes, like that! Unnnunnn! Oh, god, yessss! Fuck me, baby! You can do anything you want to me, anything at all! Ohn! Ohn! Unnghh!"
Low shuddering moans came from deep in her throat. Josh drew his long prick slowly out of her smoldering pussy. When the head of it nearly escaped her clinging cuntlips, he slid it slowly back in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made them both too urgent to be slow and gentle for long.
And Josh had placed her this way on the mattress for a purpose, she knew. Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, whooping and groaning and whimpering, their bodies writhing together. Pam clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her cunt up over her brother's piercing prick.
She gagged and squealed with wild joy as she felt the huge pole spear her creaming pussy. Ohhh, Jesus! she thought wildly. I've never felt anything like it, never, never!
Hot tremors of pleasure rippled through her body with each deep lunge of Josh's prick. Pam clutched and squeezed him, pushing her tits up into his grinding chest. She chased his mouth with hers, nibbling his lips and whimpering.
"Ohhhnnnn, it's so good, so good!" she sighed. "God, baby, fuck me. Fuck me! Unh! Unh! Don't ever stop!"
She was on fire, bubbling and seething with hot lust. Somehow she knew she had never felt this way. The searing blade of his big cock sliced up into her cunt. Her body shimmered with passion. She screeched and clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion.
She knew it was her own brother who was fucking her so beautifully. Would she ever be happy with anyone else again? After the blinding bliss of this moment?
She wriggled and squirmed and groaned beneath him, loving the feel of his hard chest crushing her swollen tits and stiff aching nipples. She still couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing spike of cock. It reamed again and again into the depths of her soupy, clasping cunt.
Stuffed with the huge stalk of it, she shimmied her hips and clamped down on his cock tightly. Josh moaned with delight. His strong fingers clenched her back.
"Ohhhnnn, you're so good to me!" she hummed, feeling the first distant rolling swells of her climax sweeping toward her. "Soooo good to me, so good, so gooood, unnnhhh! Ungh! Oh! Oh, Jesus, yes! Do it hard to me! Ohn! Anngghhh!"
Josh had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he knew how to use it. But now that she hung, trembling and moaning, on the edge of coming, he ripped his cock into her with loving violence. Pam squealed and raked his shoulders.
Stabbed to the hilt by his relentless cock, she flung her juicing cunt wildly up to meet his frantic thrusts. She hissed and thrashed helplessly, feeling the full fierce penetration of his monstrous organ.
"Josh! Oh, baby! Oh, I'm going to come! Kiss me, oh, god, kiss meeeee! Quick! Ohn! Unh! Oohhnnnn, god, kiss me, Josh, I'm going to come!"
She groped for his panting mouth with her own. She snaked her tongue into it wildly, trembling with fresh joy each time the fierce spike of his prick buried itself in her wet clenching pussy. She shrieked as it tore into her. Then her body stiffened, arching, straining.
"AAUUNNGHH!" she howled. "AAUUNI-EEEEE! OHHH! AAIIIEEEEE!"
Everything was obliterated by the wrenching spasms of her orgasm. Josh kept fucking her furiously as she came. His strong hands squeezed her ass and he crammed her flooding pussy with every inch of his pile-driving cock.
She swarmed up to him, swallowing his bucking cock with her thrashing cunt. Her pussy sucked the cum out of his jerking nuts. Pam felt her brother's tense driving body turn stiff, then jerk wildly with pleasure as he ploughed his erupting prick deep into her creaming pussy. He pumped her full of his juices, squeezing her so roughly that she thought they both might die of the overpowering shock of the orgasm.
And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of her. Pam tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and kissed him. She tightened her cunt around his still stiff cock, so that it would never come out of her. She didn't want to ever give up this moment.
"Josh. Oh, Josh, Josh, Josh," she murmured, gazing into his eyes. It was all she could say.
CHAPTER TWO
"Josh," she whispered to him. "It was never like that for me, never before."
He kissed her and gasped as her hand found his long limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Never for me either," he said.
It was so wrong. And yet Pam couldn't help wanting to do it again, quickly, before the opportunity escaped. The guilt would be even worse. But it would make them lovers in a way that one spontaneous fuck could never do. And Catherine wouldn't be home for another hours.
She sucked his cock until it was hard again. Then she got on top of him, fed it into her cunt and rode him wildly until both of them erupted with hot coming again.
Finally and reluctantly, Josh had to begin pulling on his clothes. He kissed Pam's neck and stroked her naked back.
"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned.
"You mean it?" Pam asked.
She was terrified that he might try to be sensible about it, that he might try to draw the line at one time. Pam thought she would die if she couldn't look forward to fucking with her brother again.
"I mean it."
"Was I better than Angela?" she asked slyly.
"You're better than anybody," he whispered.
And she had been told that before by others, so she guessed it was true. "Call me?" she asked.
"Tomorrow," he said. "If I can wait that long."
But he didn't call her the next day. Nor the one after that. Pam knew why. It wasn't the shame they had to fear so much as the overpowering hunger they each had for one another's body. She desperately wanted to see him. She wanted to feel his body moving against hers. She wanted to feel his hands racing over her bare skin. She wanted to take his large pulsing cock into her mouth and devour him and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her throat.
She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Angela still might be delicate. But just the thought of her sister-in-law made her flush with jealousy. The thought that Josh might actually be fucking Angela instead of her made Pam burn with envy. She could hardly bear it. The week following their night together was a painful one for her.
But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from work had taken a short detour and was going through Josh's neighborhood, she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off.
She knew it was a mad impulse. But she walked directly up to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big juicy cock, Josh. And let you do wild things with it to every part of my body, but I can't say that.
But it was Angela who answered the door.
"Oh, hi, Pam," she said, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of crying.
Pam was shocked out of her reverie. "I ... I," she stammered.
"I suppose you heard about everything," Angela smiled bleakly.
"I ... Josh called about a week ago and he mentioned that you two ..."
Angela shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Pam's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."
Not seeing any way to refuse politely, Pam followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where is he?" she asked, trying not to betray her disappointment.
Angela pursed her lips, half with scorn, half with sadness. "Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."
They sat in the living room. Angela switched off the TV. Pam saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.
'Let me get you one," Angela said nervously, seeing that Pam was eying the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."
"Why not." Pam smiled sympathetically.
She felt kind of sorry for Angela, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here and drinking a martini by herself and watching TV at five-thirty in the afternoon. Seeing her sister-in-law like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She hadn't listened very carefully to Josh, having been so swept up by her mysterious urge to fuck him.
"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed," Angela said, returning from the kitchen with a martini glass for Pam. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day."
Angela wore a thick quilted bathrobe. She had it buttoned all the way to the throat. Although she was extremely beautiful, at the moment she looked to Pam like the farthest possible thing from a cheating sexpot, as Josh had accused her of being.
Instead, she was shy and anxious and pretty and sad and at the same time, lonely. And Pam found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of the raging jealousy she had expected to feel.
During the next half hour, Angela told her side of the story to Pam. She said she had known it was wrong, but she hadn't been able to help herself. Her desire to fuck Josh's friend had been too strong to resist.
"I knew it was wrong, but there was nothing I could do!" Angela wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"
"I know, I know," Pam soothed her.
"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"
Pam got up from her chair. She went across the room and sat next to Angela on the sofa. She poured each of them a fresh martini from the pitcher.
"I know," she murmured to Angela. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."
"You mean something like that has happened to you?" Angela asked tearfully.
Pam nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she thought. If you only knew.
Angela smiled through her tears, temporarily relieved. She sighed and bent her neck, so that her head rested on Pam's shoulder.
"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does, in a way."
Pam put her hand under the collar of Angela's robe, on the nape of Angela's neck. She massaged it tenderly, comforting the girl, drawing her even closer. Soon Angela was nestled against her, sobbing quietly into her shoulder. The salty smell of her tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body made Pam feel strangely sad too.
She put her arms around Angela and embraced her. She felt strange unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Angela's tear-streaked cheek against her bare neck.
"It's okay, it's okay," she murmured, stroking Angela's back through the soft bathrobe.
Angela turned her head and smiled up at Pam. Her eyes were murky with unasked questions. Pam pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there.
Then, without really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to Angela's eyes, kissing away the tears, then to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Angela raised her mouth slightly and Pam's lips found it, everything seemed so-warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it.
Their lips pressed together with aching tenderness. The slow lingering beauty of their kiss went on and on until Angela's lips parted as Pam's tongue slipped into her mouth. Pam felt Angela's tongue curling around her own. She felt herself sizzling with excitement as their embrace grew tighter. Their hands groped urgently for one another's flesh through the fabric of their clothes.
Now they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When the kiss broke off, they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes burning.
"I've never done that," Angela said. "I mean, never kissed a woman." Her face was flushed, but her eyes were still murky.
"Neither have I," Pam whispered.
"I want to do it again."
"I do too. But what if we don't stop?"
"Do you want to stop?" Angela asked shyly.
Pam shook her head. She closed her eyes and felt Angela's lips on her neck. Angela kissed her throat, then her chin, then her mouth again. This time, instead of simply kissing, they fondled each other.
Pam knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Josh, it was her and Angela doing this. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing wet tongue drove her wild with excitement.
I don't care! she thought. I don't care about anything! I just want her! I want her so bad!
She slipped one hand between the buttons of Angela's robe and found her big tits. They were warm and smooth against her palm, the nipples soft and swollen as she touched them with her fingers.
Angela sighed. She moaned against Pam's teeth and sucked on her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to fuck? Are we really going to do it?"
Instead of answering her, Pam withdrew her hand and rapidly began to unbutton the robe. She exposed Angela's firm round breasts and lowered her mouth to the woman's wide brown nipple. She flicked it with her tongue. The soft bud was already flecked with tiny excited bumps.
Pam sucked the big areola between her lips. Then she gently bit the whole large nipple with her teeth. She swirled her wet tongue around it, feeling it stiffen and throb. She had never had her mouth on a woman's boob before, but she felt no shame or guilt.
She felt warm and passionate. She cupped Angela's firm tits in her hands, admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her palms with their warm smoothness. She could feel the excited blood race through her body as she closed her lips again over Angela's erect blood-engorged nipples.
Angela sank into the sofa. She tossed her head and whimpered as Pam's lips and tongue explored her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be even more sensitive than mine, Pam thought. The way Angela squirmed and moaned under her mouth excited her.
"Oh, Jesus, it's never been so good, never!" Angela groaned. She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Pam. "I want to take your clothes off."
Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Pam's blouse faster than it could be done.
"Not so fast," Pam told her, helping with the buttons herself.
"I want it fast," Angela panted.
Pam slipped her blouse off her shoulders. She reached behind to unfasten her bra.
"But we can have it slow," she whispered to her sister-in-law. "As slow as we like."
But Angela's eyes were swimming with desire. "I want it fast! Fast, I want you fast, quick, before we change our minds."
"Oh, we won't. How could we?" Pam murmured.
She watched Angela's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off and her naked tits came into view. She sighed as the girl reached out to touch them.
"They're so white against your tan," Angela whispered, touching Pam's warm tingling nipples.
Pam couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as Angela lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive nipples. Now it was her turn. She lay back and enjoyed for the first time the pleasure of another woman's mouth on her breasts. They ached and pulsed as Angela rubbed and squeezed them.
Angela pulled with her soft wet lips on Pam's thick rosy nipples. They burned and grew tall and spiky. Angela plucked at them with her fingers. She rolled and pulled and pinched them lovingly.
Both of them were gasping and writhing, filled with urgent desire. Pam slipped her arms around Angela's bare back. She pulled the panting girl to her. Their firm naked breasts mashed together. Pam's tight nipples were still wet with Angela's warm spittle. She burrowed her tongue into Angela's ear. She stroked the smooth silky flesh of her back. She kissed and gently bit her long creamy neck, humming low husky sounds, murmuring into her sister-in-law's hair.
"I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you. Ohhhnnn, I want to fuck you!"
Angela was almost breathless with lust. She slid down Pam's trembling body and tore at the belt of her skirt. Then she reached behind and unzipped it.
"Ohhh, baby," she moaned. "I want all of you, all of you. Quick, I want you quick!"
She peeled Pam's skirt and panties down her long golden thighs in one rapid movement. Now Pam was completely naked. She shivered with anticipation. She tried to control her shaking as she watched Angela slip out of her half-open bathrobe.
Angela skimmed her lace panties down her tawny thighs. Then she took Pam back into her arms. Both of them were writhing and moaning now, trembling as their supple naked bodies coiled together.
Pam ran her hands down Angela's long bare back. She touched Angela's naked upswept ass, squeezing the girl's asscheeks. She ran her finger up and down the warm crack between them.
Angela was kissing her everywhere. She tried to relax, to enjoy it fully. She yielded to the pleasure brought by Angela's mouth and hands. Angela kissed her ribs, her flat silken stomach. She felt the girl's tongue dip into her navel.
"Ohhhhnnnn ... ohhh, god!" Pam moaned. "Let's do it on the bed, baby. On the bed. I can't move enough here."
The sofa was too small to hold their trembling, squirming bodies. Pam was cramped, but Angela was hot with urgency. She slid down between Pam's spread thighs. Her tiny sharp teeth nipped at Pam's soft cunt flesh. Pam struggled up to a half-sitting position.
"On the bed, honey, on the bed!" she panted to Angela.
"I want you!" Angela gasped. "I want you too!"
Her eyes glazed, pulsing with lust for Pam, Angela nodded. "Okay, hurry!"
They got up from the sofa and went quickly into the bedroom. Pam shut the door. Angela went to the bed and stripped off the covers. They stroked each other and sank slowly down onto the cool sheet. They coiled together, now free to move in whatever way they wished.
"Ohhhh, no, nowwwww," Pam murmured, running her hands all over Angela's warm smooth body. "Ohhhh, I love your body, I love it! You're so beautiful. Now we can fuck. Now we can fuck and fuck, now, yessss, nowwww!"
She scooped up Angela's round tits and sucked at the large brown nipples again. But Angela swarmed over her so urgently that she couldn't hold on to the girl. Pam realized that neither of them had ever done this before. They were a little clumsy at it.
She wanted to eat Angela's cunt just as much as Angela wanted to eat hers. But before she could squirm around into a good position for it, her whole body convulsed with pleasure as she felt Angela's mouth passionately kissing her wet crack!
"Unnnhhhh! Ohhhnnn! Oh, god! Aaahhhnnnnn!" she cried out.
Her hips jerked and gyrated helplessly as sweet sexual sensations shot through her flowing pussy. Her feverish fingers grasped and stroked Angela's body. But when Angela's tongue slithered into the depths of her aching cunt, she nearly gagged with pleasure. She dropped her hands. She yielded her body completely to her sister-in-law.
Angela's tongue searched and probed at the hot and wet lips of her burning slit. It rasped against the taut bundle of nerves in her clit. Crazy wailing sounds came from Pam's throat. She moaned and writhed. She rotated her quivering pelvis, thrusting her horny cunt up over Angela's invading mouth.
Weak with pleasure, Pam surrendered totally. "Fuck me, eat me, do anything to me, honey, Angela, anything you want! It's so good, it's never been like this!"
She heard the quick lip-smacking sounds Angela's mouth made as the girl gobbled her seething, juicing pussy. Her fingers found Angela's bobbing head. She pulled Angela's mouth onto her juicy slit. She clamped Angela's head in her bucking thighs and squeezed it, trying to magnify the intense sensations the girl was bringing alive in her cunt.
She knew she would come. Any second now she would explode. But she didn't want to, not yet. She wanted it to go on forever.
"Ohhnnn, baby, make it last!" she panted to Angela. "Make it go on forever, please! God, it's so good! Oh! Oh, Jesus, honey! I'm ... I'm going to come, ah! Ahhhnnn!"
Angela wanted it to go on forever too. But she knew how close Pam was. Her mouth went for the hard burning nub of Pam's clit. She tongued and sucked it wildly. Pam erupted.
"UNNNEEEEE! OOHHHNNN! AAIIIEEE!" she screeched.
Her body was wrenched by hot shooting spasms. Her climax ripped through her. She lay, burning and shuddering and sobbing as it wrenched her with shock aftershock of lust.
The hot torrents of coming made her black out briefly. When her mind cleared, she opened her eyes and found that her head was between Angela's yawning thighs. The long red wet gash of Angela's pussy was just inches from her lips.
She extended her tongue and licked the puffy slick cuntlips on each side of the gaping red hole. Angela's hips jerked into quick bucking motions. Her ass wriggled. Her thighs flexed as she groaned and whinnied, digging her fingers into the rumpled sheet.
"Aauunnghh! Uunng!" she grunted. "Fast, do it fast! Hard, do it fast and hard, baby! Oh yessss, like that, aannghh!"
Pam pressed her face onto the girl's juicy pussy. She jabbed her tongue deep into the tangy slit, tongue-fucking Angela wildly. She had never put her mouth on another woman's cunt before. But her body throbbed with hot excitement as she rooted in Angela's wet quim with her tongue. The mewling and whimpering sounds Angela made excited Pam further.
She devoured the shimmering red gash of the girl's pussy, licking the mushy wet folds from top to bottom. She sucked the swollen cuntlips, then tickled the pulsing bud of Angela's erect clit until Angela was screaming and thrashing wildly.
Angela's hips quivered and bucked off the bed, flinging her cunt up over Pam's mouth. Pam grasped the girl's flexing thighs, trying to hold her steady. She tongue-raped the girl's flooding pussy with a mad passion. She dug her fingers into Angela's jouncing ass and Angela whooped with lust.
"Oh, god, oh, god, yessssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze me, squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aaauunnnnnn!"
Still wildly sucking Angela's pussy, Pam slid her hands up to the girl's wobbling hard-nippled breasts. She caught them and squeezed them mercilessly. At the same moment, she clasped her lips on Angela's taut clit and sucked deeply.
Almost immediately, Angela's body shook with convulsions as the hot spasms of her climax seized her.
"YAIIEEEEEE! UNH! AAUUGHNNNN! YAIIEEEEE!" she screamed, shattered by her orgasm.
Pam held onto her. The aftershocks of the climax undulated through her body for a long time. Finally, Pam slid up the girl's lovely body and kissed her mouth.
"Pam," Angela panted, still shocked by the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced. "Oh, baby, you know what we've done. We'll never be able to stop now!"
"Do you want to stop?" Pam asked. She licked Angela's earlobe. She reached down and gently rubbed Angela's tender pussy. She wanted to eat it again. She wanted to fuck again, now, quickly.
Angela winced with pleasure. "Oh, no! No, never!" she answered.
"Is anybody coming over tonight? Have you got anything planned?" Pam whispered into her ear, following the words with her tongue.
"No," Angela's voice quavered.
"Then why don't we go drink another martini and have a bite to eat? And then settle down to a long slow all-night fuck? How does that sound?
Angela bit her lower lip. Her cunt was already wet again and she rolled her hips up onto Pam's hand.
"God," she gasped, "I just don't know if I can wait even that long."
CHAPTER THREE
Pam grew worried. She and Angela had fucked all night long. If anything, the experience had been even more intense than the one with Josh. She didn't know her body was capable of so many orgasms, one right after another.
Maybe that's the reason you're not supposed to do it with another woman, she thought. Because she knows how to fuck you so good. And she never gets tired. The two of you can just fuck and fuck forever, until neither one of you can lift a finger any more.
What worried Pam was that she seemed to have climbed up to another level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she had let her brother fuck her, everything changed.
She found herself craving sex all of the time. She wanted to be fucked all of the time. It was a throbbing, aching need in her. It was a continuous wetness and itchiness in her cunt.
She was sure it was visible in her eyes. She was afraid to look at other people, for fear they would think she was a nympho. How can I be that? she asked herself. I never was one before. You can't just turn into one overnight, can you?
She finally decided that the only way to overcome it was to use fierce self-discipline. She would prove she was no nympho. She gave up sex completely. Although she worried about not hearing from either Josh or Angela, she tried to keep busy. She worked harder than ever, came home and wrote letters, cleaned house, washed dishes and swam in the apartment's pool.
But whenever her roommate Catherine was gone from the apartment, even for the briefest run down to the store, Pam would lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly fingerfuck herself into wild wrenching climaxes. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready, her clit so swollen and tender. She never failed to come, like a string of firecrackers going off, the moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she couldn't help it.
Almost a month had passed. She hadn't heard a thing from either Josh or Angela. Of course, she hadn't contacted them either. She knew all of them could hardly avoid feeling guilty and confused about the whole thing.
But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither one had tried to reach her. Could they have got back together? If so, she should be happy. They were family. She would be happy for them.
Like hell! Truthfully, she didn't want them to get back together at all. She wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again. And again! The desire to do it again was nearly overwhelming.
On the other hand, she wondered if she shouldn't just use this long separation from them to stop the whole thing. It could be part of her will power and self-discipline. True, she had fucked the both of them. It had been glorious. It would be a great memory. But she was no nympho. She was normal! Completely normal!
Maybe the best thing she could do would be to actually help them get back together. Once they were reunited, they wouldn't dare tell one another about their experiences with her. They would no longer be a danger to her. The temptation for her to call either one of them would be reduced.
She didn't know exactly how to do it. She didn't even know, for example, where Josh was. For days, she turned it over in her mind. She was just about to give up in frustration when, one evening, Josh finally phoned. He asked if he could come over. His voice on the phone was thick with desire for her.
As she spoke to him, Pam felt her whole body ripple with sexual fire. She realized how dangerous it would be to her will power if she consented. But on the other hand, how would she ever get them back together if she didn't start somewhere?
Her roommate Catherine, as understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening. Pam told her brother he could come over for a glass of wine and a talk.
While she waited for him to arrive, she put on three layers of clothing, trying to make herself as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them so that her full figure was straightened and compressed. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually only wore when she was sick.
But when Josh came to the door, somehow it didn't matter. His eyes burned into her as if she were wearing nothing at all. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.
"I ... thought I'd hear from you sooner," Pam said hesitantly.
The second she said it, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. It sounded so coy and flirtatious, almost seductive. Josh nodded and sipped his wine.
"I really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Pam. But each time I stopped, because I thought you'd probably refuse me. Because you'd feel the same way I did."
"How was that?"
"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"
He shook his head and grinned sardonically. His rugged jaw and white even teeth made Pam yearn to feel his mouth everywhere on her body.
"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them, just trying to find the one that could make me forget you.'
"And Angela?"
"I haven't seen her since I last saw you."
Somehow that made Pam feel very good.
"Did you find anyone who could make you ... forget?" she asked.
She hated herself for being so coy again. But the fact that he wanted her that much made her feel good. Josh shook his head again.
"There isn't anyone," he said.
This is getting out of control already, Pam thought. I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen. And yet here it goes anyway.
"Look, Josh," she said, trying to force the conversation back on the track where it belonged. "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well as I do that it's wrong. I'm your sister. What we did was beautiful. It still is, when I remember it. But you know it can't go on that way. It's not normal. We'll feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you very much. But I've decided I can't do that anymore. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me. I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal. Know what I mean?"
"What things?" Josh asked, faintly jealous.
"Never mind what things," Pam replied, embarrassed. "Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Angela. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her in turn enough by now. Why don't you two-"
"You've been talking to her?" he interrupted.
"I ... saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much."
Josh glared at Pam. His eyes flickered with obvious passion and determination.
"I don't want her," he said. "I want you."
Pam shook her head. She looked down at the floor, trying to keep the yearning desires of her body under control.
"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it. "Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good, we can always remember it ..."
She stared at the floor. Her eyes were half-filled with tears. She didn't see Josh rise from his chair. She only felt him coming around the coffee table. She felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down onto hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips for his invading tongue. Her quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through the layers of clothes.
Oh, god, Josh! I want you, I want you so much, I want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! But we can't! I made up my mind and we just can't! she thought.
"We can't, Josh, we can't!" she wept, pulling away from him. "I told you that."
But Josh was not to be put off so easily. He held her face in his hands and bruised her swollen lips with his rough mouth. His hands slid down her body as he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat. Pam began to whimper and writhe. She felt the huge gristly lump of Josh's cock push into her thigh as she squirmed.
"Pam, oh, Pam," he growled, kissing her neck and throat. He dug his fingers into her bouncy tits through her bra. "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's been the same for you! You know it!"
"I know! Ohhhhnnnnn, I know!" she sobbed. "But we can't! We can't!"
Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet. She padded a few steps across the room and turned to him.
"You have to go back to her, Josh. Maybe when you get back together with her, then we ... then we can ..."
It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making, that for a moment she thought she might be going crazy. But maybe it would work. Already he was coming toward her again.
"You mean, once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Josh asked, incredulous.
Pam gulped back her sobs and bit her lower lip. "Why not?" she said in a meek, small voice.
Josh reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. With one violent motion, he ripped the entire thing off of her body. The cloth screamed as it tore. Pam's hot flesh quivered with excitement. She had never been raped. Her knees turned to jello as she anticipated what might happen now.
"Josh ... Josh, no, no!" she whimpered, backing away from him.
But he wouldn't let her get away. He was on her again, enfolding her in his strong arms. His fingers tore at the snaps in the crotch of the body-stocking, trying to figure out how to get it off her, too.
"I want you, Pam!" he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, I can't help it. I want to fuck you. I've got to fuck you!"
"Ohhhhnnnn!" Pam moaned.
She was on the verge of yielding to him. What did it matter, all those healthy impulses she had been trying to maintain before he arrived? Her body needed him. Her pussy was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled by the plunging hard stalk of her brother's huge stiff cock!
Josh's frenzied fingers made the body-stocking unsnap. He pulled it up to her midriff. His hands moved hungrily over her smooth belly. They dipped beneath the elastic band of her panties, darting down into her wet thatch. His fingers probed lower, finding the wet aching lips of her cunt.
"Nooooo! Nooooo!" Pam moaned, hissing with pleasure at the same time.
Quickly, an idea came to her. It was an idea that just might save them both! She had to show herself that her will power was real, that she wasn't nympho, that she could overcome this crazy need of her body. She was delirious with the need to have her brother fuck her, until she exploded with rapturous coming.
But she couldn't let him. Suddenly, surprising him, she turned into a tornado of lust herself. She swarmed over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle.
"Josh, ohhnnn, Josh!" she panted, groping at his zipper. "Let me suck you! Let me, ohhh, let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, please? Oh, please, please! Let me suck you?"
Josh was taken by surprise. She had been resisting him. Now she was nearly devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants. She was trying to free his cramped, aching prick, panting and whimpering urgently as her hands tore at his clothing.
Pam pulled him down beside her and onto the floor. She yanked his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot blood-filled prick.
"Oh, Josh, ohhnnn, baby!" she moaned. "It's so beautiful, it's so big! I want to eat it! I want to swallow it!"
Pam held her brother's massive twitching cock in both hands and licked it up and down. Everything she had said to him was true. She had never seen a prick like his before. It was so thick and long, so fierce and lovely. She closed her mouth over the flaring purplish head of his cock and sucked it eagerly.
Josh was surprised by her sudden voracious appetite for his cock. But he wasn't about to refuse the pleasures she was offering. Not when she began gobbling, stroking and sucking his jumping, throbbing cock like a lollipop. He just laid back on the floor, bucking his hips gently up into her down thrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he felt the juices boil in his balls.
Pam was wildly in need of a climax herself. But the joy of her brother's huge jerking cock in her mouth drove everything else out of her mind. She knew it would work. She would get Josh's rocks off for him so beautifully that he would be more agreeable to her plan.
So she sailed down on his wet enormous bulging prick again and again. She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers. She dripped warm spit on the swollen head of his prick. She stabbed it with her tongue, then sucked it part-way down her throat, hearing her brother gag and groan with pleasure.
Oh, come, come! she pleaded to herself. Let me drink you! Let me drink you, baby! Oh, yessss, yesssss!
Suddenly, Josh began to stiffen and buck his hips violently. He drove the huge twitching pole of his cock up into her mouth. He jammed it into her throat so roughly that she coughed and choked. He grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth viciously.
Pam shut her eyes and yielded to him completely. Come, oh, come, baby! she moaned to herself. Now he was fiercely fucking her throat, but she gagged deliriously and let him do it. In only seconds, she felt the warm milky gobs of his cum squirting deep into her mouth. His prick spurted into her throat and she gulped the jism down thirstily. She swallowed it and sucked for more, humming happily as the last beads of it trickled down her ravaged throat.
When it was over, Josh slumped back, exhausted. Pam caressed his limp cock and licked it. At this instant, she had never been hornier in her life. She wanted desperately for him to fuck her.
But it is a selfish, perverted lust I feel, she told herself. She had to control it. Giving into it would only bring them all more trouble. She had to sacrifice her own selfish urges.
She pulled her rumpled body-stocking down over her panties again and snapped it tight. Then she kissed her smiling brother and whispered to him.
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? If we go on this way, it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later, one of us will have to end it. But if you're with Angela, then once in a while ..."
Josh nodded. He was still grinning from the immense satisfaction her head-job had given him.
"I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why you're so interested in Angela's well-being."
"I think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say."
"But what about you?"
"I need you too," Pam whispered, glancing down at the mammoth limp monster of his prick. "But you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost too frightening!"
"Maybe you're right," Josh nodded again. "I guess I should give her a call."
Suddenly, Pam felt the strange jealousy again. She trailed her fingers seductively down his bare chest.
"She's very lovely," she whispered. "Promise you won't enjoy fucking her so much that you never come back to me, just once in a while?"
Josh pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her mouth roughly. She could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again. It pressed into the naked flesh of her thigh.
"Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass.
Pam knew she had to get rid of him quickly. Otherwise she would throw caution to the winds and surrender her body to him completely. She hopped up, out of his grasp and shook her head.
"Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
Josh stood up glumly and pulled up his pants.
"I guess that gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.
Pam nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut the door behind him, she went to her bedroom and locked the door. Then she took her vibrator out of the drawer.
She quickly slipped out of the body-stocking and her underwear. She needed to come so badly that her whole body was shaking. I need it, ohhhnnnnn, I need it! she moaned to herself.
She lay on the bed and started the vibrator. Then she carefully touched the pointed buzzing tip of it to her swollen, aching clit. Within seconds, she was thrashing about and holding back her screams, pulverized by abrupt shock-waves of hot coming.
She jabbed the vibrator into her cunt again and again. And she came again and again, relieving the pressure in her convulsing naked body.
But all the time she wished she had let him fuck her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Another week passed, during which she heard nothing from either of them. But her mind was full of them. Her body craved them. She desperately wanted to feel Josh's prick in her. She wanted to feel Angela's mouth on her nipples, Angela's, tongue on her clit.
One day at work, the fantasies of being fucked by both of them at once got so feverish that it made her physically sick. Fortunately, her boss insisted that she go home and go to bed.
Oh, yes! she thought, riding home on the bus. I will go to bed. You can count on that. She had decided to phone Angela, since she had no way of knowing how to reach Josh. I can't help it! she said to herself. I want her!
She was trembling as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. The thought of being in bed with Angela again, climaxing almost endlessly as they had done before, was unbearably exciting. At the same time, she was flushed with shame over not being able to maintain her self-control, which she had staked so much on.
But her head was swimming with such giddy anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door of her apartment. The chain lock was fastened from the inside. The door wouldn't open more than about three inches before the chain stopped it.
That meant Catherine was home, even though she was supposed to be at work. Pam almost called out to have her unfasten the lock, when suddenly she heard a soft quivery moan.
Was it Catherine? Pam blushed, growing embarrassed. Maybe Catherine was fucking some man. Pam knew she should shut the door right then, go away and come back later. But her fascination was too intense. She couldn't resist listening even harder.
"Ummmm," Catherine hummed in a throaty voice. "Just my bra? Are you sure? You promise you won't go any further?"
Whoever was with Catherine only whispered something, soft and low. Pam peered through the open crack in the door, trying to glimpse something. But the two of them were sitting on the sofa, which was around the corner from the door. This made it possible for Pam to hear them clearly, but not to see anything.
"Ohhhnnn," Catherine sighed sensually. "You know, I've never done anything like this. Why am I letting you do this? Does Pam do this with you?"
Pam's curiosity jumped a notch higher. The voice that softly replied to Catherine's was Angela's!
"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Angela murmured, ignoring the question about Pam.
"It just ... took me by surprise," Catherine murmured. "I mean, I was only kind of curious when you first kissed me like that. But then you took off your sweater and you weren't even wearing a bra and ... I just couldn't help myself. Your boobs are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just ..."
"Can I touch yours too? And kiss them?"
Angela's voice was thick and sultry, with a desire that was familiar to Pam. Pam felt her cunt ooze with warm juice just from hearing it.
"You promise you won't go any further?" Catherine asked.
"I promise. I wouldn't do anything you don't want."
"I've never done anything like this before."
"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it."
"But there's supposed to be!" Catherine protested.
"Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off."
"I can take it off for you."
"I want to take it off myself," Angela said sexily.
"Ohhhhnnnn!"
"You're shivering. Ummmm, your skin tastes so good. There, there we go."
Then there was silence. Then fast hissing breathing. Then Catherine's soft sighing and moaning.
"Ohhhnnnn! Oh, god, it feels so good!"
Pam's hand trembled on the doorknob. She snatched it back, fearing to make a noise that would alert them to her eavesdropping. Her face was hot and flushed, her blood pounding. She could hear Angela's husky humming. She could even hear the soft wet sounds Angela's lips made as she sucked Catherine's nipples. And Catherine's excited whimpering nearly drove her crazy!
She was paralyzed with curiosity, envy, even jealousy. For over a year, she and Catherine had shared the same apartment. But they had never seen one another naked. They had not been excessively modest, but only decent about it.
Still, Pam knew that her roommate had a beautiful body. Long creamy white legs, a small waist, full high tits. But she had never seen Catherine's naked boobs. And now Angela had her mouth on them and was drawing gasps of pleasure from Catherine!
Pam didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to break in and tear them apart. Angela was hers! For weeks she had been seething with desire for her sister-in-law. She had suffered through agonizing fantasies about lying in her arms again and groaning through one burning climax after another.
Part of her hated Catherine for getting what she herself wanted. Another part of her hated Angela for giving it to Catherine instead of her. But also, part of her wanted to keep listening to the incredibly exciting sounds they were making.
She knew they wouldn't be able to stop. They would have to go on. And she wanted to overhear them fucking. She wanted to see them too, but there was no way she could do it.
She wanted to join them! But if she made her presence known, just that might be enough to panic Catherine, who was completely new to the experience.
"Ohhhh, baby," Angela sighed. "Your nipples taste so good! They're so big and pointy and dark red. I want to swallow them!"
"You're making me want to come!" Catherine hissed as she sucked breath past her clenched teeth. "We've got to stop this. Ohhhhh, we have to stop!"
"Noooo! Oh, noooo, how could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here? And pinch them?"
"Unnnnhhhh! Oh, God! Yessss, I love it!"
"Oh, good! And what about this? How does that feel?"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Catherine gasped sharply.
Pam raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it. What were they doing? She wanted to die from not being able to see it. What was Angela doing to her?
"And this? And this?" Angela murmured playfully.
"Oh, god! Oh, god, I'm going to explode!" Catherine whimpered.
"Relax ... just relax! Lie back, that's right. I only want to love you, Catherine. I only want to make love to you."
"But you promised!" Catherine gasped.
"Your stomach is so white and smooth. I'm only kissing your stomach. Don't you like the feel of my mouth on it?"
"Oh, yesssss! But you promised! No further. Please, Angela!"
"Don't worry, Catherine. Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I promise."
"Oh, please! Please!" Catherine panted, her voice shaky with excitement and anxiety.
"Why don't you touch my body?" Angela suggested. "Here, let me take these off."
Pam heard the sound of a zipper. She could hear the quick sounds of Angela shedding her skirt and panties.
"There," Angela breathed. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Catherine? Please. Anywhere you want."
These words made Pam's body yearn with lust. She wanted to be the one to put her mouth all over Angela's beautiful writhing naked body.
"Oh, Angela, you're so beautiful, so lovely," Catherine said.
"You can do anything you want to me."
"I ... don't know what to do!"
"Just touch me."
"Ohhhh, you're so warm! So smooth and warm!"
"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that. Ohhhnnn! Yes, like that! Squeeze them hard!"
"I want to put my mouth on them," Catherine whispered shyly. "On your asscheeks. I want to kiss them."
"Do it. Oh, please, do it, baby!"
Pam was gripped by such violent hot shivering that she had to cling to the door jamb. Her own breath was wheezing in and out of her throat. Her crotch was a soupy stew of juice. She knew from the hissing sounds of pleasure Angela made that Catherine was kissing and kneading her round perky asscheeks, licking and nibbling them. And the sensations were driving Angela wild.
"Ohhhnnn, baby, Angela!" Catherine panted. "You're so wet, your ... cunt."
"My cunt! Yessss, my cunt!" Angela hissed.
Catherine spoke the word as if it were a forbidden spell, a bewitchingly exciting thing to say.
"Your cunt! It's so wet, so puffy and shiny," she repeated.
"Kiss it, baby. Kiss my cunt, please kiss it," Angela moaned, her voice quivering with lust.
"Ohhh, I can't! I just can't!"
Abruptly, Angela changed her tactics. Her voice betrayed only a slight twinge of disappointment. But she was patient. She was patient in the way Pam knew anyone would have to be with Catherine at a moment like this. Pam knew-as Angela also knew, but Catherine did not yet know-that Catherine was only minutes away from yielding completely to the hot lesbian fuck that Angela wanted to give her.
Angela had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish excitement that there was no way she could lose her now. She just had to be patient, to lead her along slowly.
"Here, here," Angela soothed. "Let me turn around and hold you again like this. And kiss you. Ohhhnnnn, isn't that good? Feel my breasts against yours. Put your hands on my ass again. Oh, that's right, like that! And squeeze them and rub them. Oh, Catherine, you make me feel so good!"
"Angela," Catherine's voice quavered bashfully. "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I ..."
"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about. Don't you like the feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?"
"Oh, I love it! I just love it!" Catherine cried.
"But don't you think it would feel even better if you took off your jeans so that I could feel your bare legs? You could leave your panties on."
"Angela," Catherine whispered shyly, but playfully too, "you just want to get into my pants!"
For a moment, there was a very solemn pause. All Pam could hear was the ferocious pounding of her own blood pulsing in her ears. Finally, she heard Angela's soft voice again, deadly serious now and thick with passion:
"I want to eat your cunt."
"And I want you to," Catherine replied softly. "I've never felt like this before."
There was another pause. Pam knew they were kissing deeply, ardently. Then she could hear Catherine whimpering softly as Angela slowly unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.
"Your panties are so wet," Angela whispered.
"I ... I'm so close!" Catherine moaned. "You just don't know how close I am. Ever since you first touched me, I've felt like coming!"
"Oh, baby!" Angela panted. "Here, let's get these off your ankles. I want to kiss your legs all over. Oh, yessss, such beautiful long legs."
"Oh! Ohhhhh!"
"Just relax, relax, baby."
"I'm sorry to shake like this. I ... I just don't know what's happening to me. It feels so good!"
"Just relax, baby," Angela whispered. "Just relax and let me fuck you. Let me make you come."
"Anh! Ahhh! AAUUNNNGHHHH!" Catherine cried out, panting and groaning with pleasure.
Now all Pam could hear was the passionate squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She heard Catherine's soft panting and her uncontrollable whimpering. She knew that Angela was hungrily slurping and tongue-jabbing the girl's creaming cunt, bringing Catherine higher and higher toward her explosive peak.
She had never seen Catherine naked. But somehow she could picture her roommate lying on her back, writhing ecstatically. She could almost see Catherine's bare tits heaving and rolling wildly as Angela crouched between her spread thighs, licking and mouth-raping her wet blossoming pussy.
Pam shut her eyes, trying to control her own rapid breathing. She pushed the heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt, through the cloth of her skirt. Catherine moaned. Her voice wailed with an animalistic urgency that drove Pam wild. She could almost picture Catherine's smooth palpitating stomach, her clenching thighs, her creamy jouncing ass.
Oh, I want you! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you too! she hummed to herself. But suddenly, she was paralyzed by the hot excited shrieks of Catherine's orgasm.
Hot responsive cries rose out of Pam's own throat. "Ohhnnnn!" she sighed. She trembled and fell against the door, rattling the chain. Reeling with desire, she didn't know what she was doing for a moment as she forcibly rattled the door again and again.
"Let me in! Please! Please! Let me in!" she shouted crazily.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and saw Angela's flushed, beautiful face peering at her through the crack. "Pam!" Angela cried, half with shame and shock, half with excitement.
Pam's eyes raced up and down over what she could see of Angela's naked body.
"Let me in! Please, let me in," she pleaded, weak with desire.
Quickly, Angela unfastened the chain. Within seconds, Pam was inside and the door was shut again. She glanced over at the sofa. Catherine was sprawled voluptuously on her back. She was still shaking with the velvety aftershocks of her climax. Her white slackened thighs were spread wide, exposing to Pam the whole red glistening seam of her wet come-covered crack.
Catherine's naked body was breath-taking. Pam felt the blood course even more fiercely through her. Angela was embarrassed and started stammering apologies.
"I just came over to see you," she said. "And you weren't here and she was and ..."
But Pam didn't care about any of that. She knew she ought to be jealous. She ought to be horrified or shocked or amazed, or something. But instead, she just wanted to fuck them both!
"I just don't know what to say," Angela kept apologizing.
"You don't have to say anything," Pam murmured.
She scooped up Angela's firm round tits in her hands and lowered her lips to the dark swelling nipples. She sucked her sister-in-law's boobs tenderly, then with more urgency and passion. She squeezed the firm spongy globes and pushed them into her hot face.
It was wonderful! Her knees quivered. She mewled and gasped, sucking eagerly, feeling Angela sway and shiver, hearing her feverish sighs.
"Oh, baby! Baby, I've missed you!" Angela moaned.
Her quick hands had already raised Pam's sweater to her armpits. Pam raised her arms. Angela pulled the sweater over her head. Pam felt Angela's warm wet lips on her bare neck and shoulders.
Hastily, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Angela helped her off with it, flinging it aside. She moaned as she cupped Pam's burning breasts and wildly licked the already stiff, throbbing nipples.
Pam threw her head back and enjoyed it. She pulled Angela's face into her tits with her hands. The warm sexual cunt honey oozed from her pussy.
Angela began to tear eagerly at her skirt. Pam's eyes blinked open and again saw Catherine on the sofa. The girl was still sprawled, languid, naked on the cushions. Her milky thighs were splayed and her inflamed wet cunt was shiny. But now she was staring at them boldly, her eyes wide with curiosity, murky with excitement.
Angela already had Pam's skirt off and was peeling her panties down her legs when Pam reached down to her.
"Catherine too," she murmured. "Catherine too. All of us together!"
"Pam," Catherine said softly, her eyes wide with amazement. "I didn't know that you ... I mean ..."
Both Pam and Angela went over to the naked girl on the sofa. Pam kneeled on the floor and took her roommate's face in her hands. She kissed Catherine's mouth, slipping her tongue past the girl's small even teeth.
"You either," she whispered into Catherine's mouth. "I didn't know you ..."
"But I ... ahhhhh!" Catherine gasped.
Angela's hand had found her wet splayed crotch again and Pam's hands dropped down to her big tits.
"Ohhhnnnn, god, that feels good!" Catherine whimpered.
Her pale quivering body was silky smooth under Pam's hands. Pam kissed her neck and shoulders and squeezed her full firm boobs. She moaned with shocked surprise as she felt one of Angela's hands slither under her ass and tickle the swollen soupy lips of her pussy.
"Ohhhnnn!" she moaned. "There's not enough room here for all three of us! I want both of you! I want all of us together!"
"Let's go in one of the bedrooms!" Angela said.
She and Pam pulled the moaning Catherine to her feet. The three of them went to the closest bedroom, which was Pam's. Pam rapidly stripped the bed of its coverings. The mattress sank softly under Angela's beautiful body as she lay across it.
Pam and Catherine climbed onto the bed on either side of her. They pressed her between them, kissing her face, breathing into her ears. She shivered and moaned, writhing, her smooth supple body pliant and trembling under their moving hands.
"Oh, god, it's been so long!" she panted. "I'm so close, so close! Oh, Pam!"
Pam kissed her, while Catherine slid down Angela's squirming body. She tongued the girl's wide dark nipples, sucking them to stiffness. Then she slid further down, over Angela's sleek, heaving stomach. Catherine's fingers massaged Angela's shaking thighs. She gazed hotly at the girl's ripe cunt, lowering her face and extending her tongue.
A low husky moan rose out of Angela's throat as she felt Catherine's tongue slide into her hot and wet slit. Gasping, she tossed her head to and fro. She smiled with intense pleasure, clenching her teeth, sucking sharp breaths into her lungs.
Angela's helpless moans of pleasure inflamed Catherine. She pushed her whole mouth over the girl's gaping wet pussy. She sucked at it thirstily, slurping and gobbling. She tormented Angela's clit with flicks of her wild tongue.
Angela began to pitch and roll. Pam held her shoulders tightly. She dropped her mouth to Angela's dark spiky swollen nipples, tugging on them with her lips until they were stiff rubbery cones rising from Angela's jiggling tits.
Suddenly, an exciting, fantastic idea leapt into her lust-simmering brain. She straddled Angela with her thighs and held the girl's right boob in her hands. Then she lowered her sopping-wet sizzling pussy down onto the long springy bud of Angela's erect nipple.
She felt the nipple slide between the hot, swollen lips of her cunt. She scooped the resilient flesh of Angela's tit up with her fingers, bucking her pelvis, feeding the breast into her humid, hot slit.
The sensations were almost too much for either of them to bear. She couldn't take her eyes off the sight of her stiff nipple clasped between Pam's glistening cuntlips. Her hands feverishly danced over the flesh of Pam's clenching thighs.
She squirmed, pushing her tit further up into Pam's cunt. At the same time, she was going insane with pleasure from the tongue-mauling Catherine was giving her own fiery slit.
Gently, but firmly, grasping Angela's full breast, Pam drew the wet pointing nipple up and down her aching crease. Her buttery warm cuntlips were bathed in velvet hotness. She rubbed them up and down on Angela's tit, fucking herself with Angela's stiff big nipple, jabbing her throbbing clit with it.
The fantastic sensations drove her into gagging, giddy, wheezing shivers of lust. Beneath her, Angela was straining and groaning. Catherine had tongue-fucked her into a stupendous climax.
Pam's whose body was shaking. She was weak and pliant with desire. She dug her fingers into Angela's boob. She wanted to stuff the entire lovely globe of firm tit flesh into her cunt. Angela was still moaning and whimpering through her climax.
Oh, god, I'm going to come! Pam thought. I'm going to come too!
She was too weak to stay on her knees. She slumped to the mattress beside the moaning Angela, pleading and begging with need.
Pam was beside herself with need. She could feel the skimming jolts of her gathering climax ripple through her cunt. Her swollen clit pulsated, ready to burst. She didn't know precisely how it happened, but suddenly the two other girls were swarming all over her.
They squeezed her feverish naked flesh everywhere. Their hungry mouths were on her nipples, her belly, her ass. They clung to her and pressed against her. And Pam's undulating body, vibrant, swollen and quivering with desire, surrendered to them totally.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me," she kept whimpering.
She smiled and groaned as she felt a mouth tenderly kiss her throbbing cuntlips. Then she felt the lovely tongue slither into her channel, probing, stabbing, driving her mad with pleasure. At first her gasping words had been pleas. But now she repeated them in a low continuous groan, humming, her whole body on fire with the sharp building shocks of her climax.
"Fuck me! Oh, yessss, yesss! Fuck me, fuck me ahhhhh!"
Angela and Catherine plundered Pam's shuddering, writhing body with wild passion. Soft and pliant, she relaxed and surrendered to them completely. They could do anything to her.
She felt them turning her, moving her into a position where they could get the most pleasure out of fucking her. And she willingly let them manipulate her body. It was Catherine who was gobbling and devouring her tingling wet cunt furrow. But Pam felt herself being pushed over on her side. Then she felt Angela's wet tongue snaking up and down the crack of her ass!
Her thighs clenched involuntarily. Her buttocks flexed as she felt Angela's hands part them. Suddenly, exciting new streaks of lust leapt through her splayed crotch. She squealed helplessly. Her body flipped and squirmed out of control as a new intensity of sensations flooded her.
Angela had wriggled her tongue into Pam's asshole. Pam squealed and groaned from the hot surprise and from the new hot flashes of pleasure that spurted through her body.
"Aaiiieeee!" she squealed, writhing with delicious pleasure as Angela tongue-fucked her asshole.
Catherine's hands had slid up to her tits, squeezing them frantically. At the same moment, she fastened her lips on Pam's exploding clit. Angela's fingers bit into her asscheeks. The girl's tongue in her ass drove Pam crazy with lust. A hot wrenching orgasm took her by surprise.
"AAWOONNG! OHHNNN, JEEESUS!" she screamed, coughing and gasping helplessly as the fierce climax streamed through her flesh.
"UUNNNEEEEE! UNH! OHHHH UUN-NEEEEE!" she wailed, pushing her tongue-impaled crotch down over their voracious mouths.
Afterwards, she collapsed, exhausted, panting, still pressed between Catherine and Angela as they crawled up to embrace her. As always after girl-fucking, Pam felt a slight twinge of guilt. But the warmth of their beautiful bodies and the incredible pleasures they had given one another outweighed the shame.
As she kissed Catherine, she wondered how they would ever be able to live together now, without wanting to fuck all of the time. And after what she had just gone through for weeks of trying to control herself, her lust, that was bad news. But the good news was that she wouldn't have passed up this moment for anything!
But when Angela kissed her, she began to remember again how troubled she had been about her sister -in-law. Angela seemed so obsessive about
"I want to fuck you and fuck you forever," she whispered against Pam's teeth. "Forever! I could do this forever."
"You could?"
Pam was half-teasing, half-serious. She could sense a true desperate urgency in Angela's voice. She knew she loved this three-girl fucking as much as Angela did. But there was some strange note to Angela's lust-torn voice, something that made her uneasy.
"Just the three of us," Angela whispered. "We don't need men. We don't need them at all, not when we can do this."
"We don't?" Pam said nervously. She knew she didn't feel that way.
"Of course we don't," Angela whispered. "Let me eat you again, baby. Let me fuck you. You know I can fuck you better than any man. Don't you know that?"
"I ... guess so," Pam said.
She was unable to suppress the hot pleasures her body felt from Angela's skillful caresses. And Angela was already on top of her again, licking her nipples, probing her flowing cunt with her clever hand. Pam whimpered and shivered. She embraced Angela, wanting to be fucked by her, wanting Gathering to fuck her again, too. She knew how beautiful it would be. Another afternoon of endless coming! There was no end to the orgasms they would have!
"Oh, baby! Ooooohhhnnn, baby!" she moaned, yielding completely. She would think about it later, not now. Later! "Unnnnngghhh! Oh, god, yessssss!"
CHAPTER FIVE
On the day immediately following that blistering session of fucking, Josh phoned Pam at work.
"She says she doesn't want to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me again, she said. She doesn't need me!"
Pam had feared something like this might happen. Angela had acted so crazy yesterday.
"Look, Josh," she said. "It's natural for her to act a little snippy about it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's probably hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things. And she doesn't know how to tell you."
"She didn't sound very confused to me," Josh said.
"Believe me, she is. She is."
Pam realized that Angela was taking this new girl-fucking too seriously. One good reason for getting the two of them back together would be to let Angela go through a good rip-roaring fuck by Josh. After that, Pam knew, she wouldn't be able to deceive herself any more that she only wanted other girls.
"Look, Josh," she said. "Let's try it this way. Tonight, after work, I'll drop by there. I'll kind of soften her up, have a talk with her, get her in a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop by about twenty minutes later and we'll see what happens."
"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Josh said.
"I know how much she needs you," Pam said.
I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your beautiful huge cock, she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs it even more than I do.
Pam realized the truth of this even more when she got to Angela's house that evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door slightly tipsy and completely nude. Not only that. When she glanced past Angela into the living room, Pam glimpsed another naked girl-raven-haired, full-bodied-struggling hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the floor.
"Pam, what a surprise!" Angela giggled.
As usual, it was very hard for Pam to take her eyes off of Angela's beautiful body. She was hypnotized by the sight of the other naked girl too. But she quickly regained control and whispered harshly at her sister-in-law.
"Angela! What are you doing here!"
"Jus' having a little party," Angela slurred. "Come on in. Join the party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonis myself."
"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you!"
Quickly, Pam pushed past her and shut the door behind them.
"Who the hell is that?" she asked Angela, nodding at the other girl, who had dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished.
"That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?"
She leaned close and whispered into Pam's ear. Her breath was hot with gin and sex.
"She's really good in bed," Angela whispered. "Only she bites and scratches."
"Get her out of here!" Pam hissed.
In spite of herself, she could feel her heart thumping and her cunt flowing. She wished Josh wouldn't be coming. The thought of another three way girl fuck with Angela and this dark lovely Maria made her head reel and her blood gush. But that was only another of the messy impulses she was trying to overcome by her plan. But Angela misunderstood her.
"Oh, are you jealous, Pam?" she said, obviously delighted. "You want me all to yourself?"
"I want to talk to you about something," Pam said. "Please put some clothes on and get that girl out of here."
"Shhhh!" Angela said. "You might hurt Maria's feelings. This is only our second time. And believe me, I need her. You've got Catherine, you know. And now that you two have gotten so thick that you don't need me anymore, I just ..."
This was the first time the issue of Catherine had come up between them. Pam blushed, because it was true that she and Catherine had. begun to fuck together very frequently. How could they help it, living in the same apartment?
"Angela, Angela. Calm down. Please calm down."
Pam stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her sister-in-law, who was on the verge of some sort of tipsy hysteria. Maria stood behind them, glancing nervously at the front door, her means of escape.
Pam saw that the girl was truly beautiful. Her dark eyes flashed. She had a full-lipped sensual mouth that was so incredibly succulent that Pam felt her cunt gushing again with juice. But she pulled Angela aside and stepped away herself, clearing the way to the door.
"Maria, this is Pam," Angela said, her voice quavering.
"Hello, Maria," Pam said.
She knew what her eyes were saying to Maria. I want to fuck you, too. I really do. And you can bite and scratch me too, all you want. But right now we can't. Sorry ...
"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly, she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut. Now Pam and Angela were alone.
"Put something on," Pam said to her sister-in-law.
She tried to keep her eyes off of the lovely body that had given her so much pleasure. But Angela resisted. She cupped her full tawny tits in her hands. She raised them and offered them to Pam, squeezing the firm ripe globes so that her long dark nipples flared and swelled.
"You mean you don't want me?" she said coyly. "I can't believe that, Pam. I can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me. Why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her place! Come in here and let me give you a drink."
She went into the living room. Her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoned Pam. Her voice deepened and grew huskier.
"Sit here and have a drink. And while you're drinking it, I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs. And I'll suck your cunt softly until you explode. How does that sound?"
Pam was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in.
"Put something on, Angela, please!"
"Oh, I get it," Angela said flirtatiously. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink and then sort of peel each other, right?"
"I don't think you need another drink."
"I'll put on my gown, how's that?"
Pam had to go along with her. Any way she could get Angela to cover up would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half the martini Angela had given her in one gulp, to steady her nerves.
Angela went into the bedroom. She returned moments later, wearing a sheer peach-colored gown that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been naked. The filmy fabric clung to the curves of her body. It barely concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples, just enough to make them more tempting than ever.
She sat on the sofa, across from Pam. She stretched out her long sleek legs in full view and poured herself another martini. Pam gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right into it.
"Angela, Josh called me," she said.
"He called me too," Angela said. "So what?"
"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him."
"That's right."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that, since you're his sister. But anyway, it's true, what the hell? That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me. Just to teach him a lesson."
"You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that. You must feel the same.
"No. I don't."
"You like fucking me. And with Catherine. You can't deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time together."
"She's a wild woman. You wouldn't believe it. I've still got scabs on my back where she scratched me the first time. I came so hard I thought I was going to die. You love it! You don't have to lie to me!"
"But I love fucking with ... men, too," Pam said, coming perilously close to saying Josh's name.
"Oh, sure, but it's never as good as between us!"
"Yes, it is," Pam interrupted. "Look, Angela, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Josh, you could still have Maria too? Or me, once in a while?"
This was Pam's pet theory about herself. She wasn't altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it sounded any better.
"That's sick," Angela giggled.
Pam couldn't help laughing too. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess."
Angela put her empty martini glass decisively down on the table.
"Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it anymore. Come into the bedroom and let me rape you slow and good."
Pam shook her head. Angela frowned with puzzlement. But at that moment, everything was altered by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Shit!" Angela snapped. "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know," Pam said. "But you better put something on over that sexy nightie before you answer it."
"Shit on them. I don't care," Angela said, stumbling toward the door.
She opened it. Her husband stood there, a nervous grin on his face.
"Well, I'll be damned! If it isn't my own runaway hubby! Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to get your socks?"
Josh said nothing. He glanced over his wife's shoulder at Pam. "Can I come in?"
Angela stepped aside. "It's your house too, isn't it?"
Josh came into the living room, looking very uncertain. Angela followed him. She was lurching from too many martinis. Her full tits swayed tantalizingly from side to side. The thin gauze of her gown slithered over her perky ass and swished up around her golden thighs.
Both Pam and Josh caught themselves staring at her sensuous body. Pam turned her eyes away. She was thinking that she should get out of there. Now!
But Josh kept staring at his wife. Obviously, he was feeling a re-awakening of desire for her.
"Here," Angela bubbled, "let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh, silly me! I'm too drunk to do it. Pam, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?"
"Okay."
Pam poured Josh a martini, trying to ignore the questions his eyes were asking her. Angela seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead, she was brash and bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her delectable half-nakedness at both of them.
"God, Josh!" she said. "You're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't had another woman in all this time."
Josh grinned and shrugged.
"I think ... I'd better go now," Pam said, standing up.
"No, don't go," Angela said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."
Suddenly, she hopped up from the sofa and padded over to Josh. She kissed him fully on the lips, hard and passionately. Josh was surprised, but he kissed her back warmly. Instinctively, his hands rose and clasped her dangling tits through the filmy gown. Angela broke off the kiss, then leaned back out of his reach.
"See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me! He probably even wants to rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?"
Pam stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now.
"No, I'm going," she said, trembling with nervousness.
But at the same time, she knew she was aroused and excited. She didn't want to leave at all. She wanted to stay and see what happened.
She didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Angela had slumped to her knees on the floor between Josh's knees and was clawing at his belt buckle.
"Pam's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big one you have. That's why I call you big brother, get it? Here, let me get it out where she can see it."
Pam was paralyzed on the spot. She was both appalled and excited by Angela's unpredictable wildness. Josh was obviously stunned. He grabbed Angela by the shoulders and shook her.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.
Angela smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch. She squeezed his cock. Josh winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred.
Angela unzipped his fly. She tugged his pants down. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic of his shorts and grasped his bare bulging cock.
"I ... I'm going now," Pam panted desperately, feeling her pulse hammer. But she was still unable to stop looking.
Quickly, she dipped her head into her husband's groin. She scooped his long ropey veined prick out with her hands, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of cock flesh. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, then began to jump and rise.
Fascinated, Pam stared at it from across the room. She watched Angela playfully squeeze and pump it, then close her mouth over the bulging head of it and give Josh a sharp passionate suck. Again Josh winced, gasping with pleasure.
"Come over here and see it, Pam, dear," Angela chattered, stroking Josh's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much. So come here and see this one. It's a beauty. I have to admit that. Yummmmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty!"
She swallowed the flaring purplish head of his prick again, rotating her mouth over it. Josh had earlier been as shocked as Pam. But now he seemed to be willing to let events take their course. While Angela sucked and toyed with his huge stiff cock, he glowered hotly at Pam, challenging her, inviting her, daring her.
Pam was rooted to the spot. Her body trembled and surged with wild hot desires. She began to move slowly toward them. It was as if she were drawn by the hypnotic power of Josh's murky gaze. And by the spectacle of Angela devouring his rigid, throbbing prick.
It was wet and glistening, ridged with bulging veins. It was thick and long, jumping with a life of its own. She remembered having it in her own mouth just yesterday, gulping down the jism that had burst from the throbbing head into her thirsty throat.
And Angela now was no longer playfully pretending to enjoy it. She really was enjoying it. She was diving on his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat stiff shaft with her fingers. She glanced up at Pam, who was standing just over her.
"See? See?" she panted, half-mocking, half-delirious with passion. "See big brother's thing? Isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to kiss it and suck it too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both kiss it together. Won't you like that, Josh? Or better yet, why don't you fuck her? Why don't we both fuck her together? Oh, Pam, baby, let us do that! Please! Let us both fuck you!"
Pam's cunt was flooding and gushing with juice. Her blood thundered wildly. She could do nothing but stand over them and stare. She was helpless, quivering with fear, shame and desire. She couldn't flee, as she knew she ought to do. Something held her there.
Josh grasped his wife's gown in both hands at the back of her neck. With a deliberate gesture, he ripped it in two. The tear in the cloth opened down Angela's naked back. Josh stood up, yanking Angela roughly to her feet. He pressed her now naked body fiercely to his and dug his fingers into her bare round ass.
"Josh, no. Josh, no!" Angela whimpered.
She shook her head against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. She felt his feverish, cruel hands racing over her naked back and hips and ass.
"You're my wife and I want to fuck you!" Josh growled. "I don't know what's going on here. Everybody seems nuts. But I know I want you, baby. And nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you!"
Angela kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace. She hissed at him, shaking her head.
"NO, NO, NO!" she screamed. "I don't want you to fuck me. I want her to fuck me! I want Pam!"
"What?" Josh said.
His voice, torn with lust, was now tinged with puzzlement. For a brief second, he relaxed his grip on his wife. Angela jumped free of him. She stared solemnly at him. Suddenly, Pam knew she was going to say something dreadful.
"She's done it before! We've done it lots of times," she whispered, enjoying the bewilderment that suddenly spread over his face.
Oh, god! Pam thought, panicking. Oh, god! Josh stared at her, asking with his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away. Her lower lips trembled, her eyes watered and she nodded.
But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Josh's face seemed to pass away quickly. It was replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in his eyes and a snarly acceptance in his mouth. His huge prick was as stiff and tall and gigantic as ever, jumping and thundering. He nodded crisply at both girls.
"All right," he said, glaring at Pam with both contempt and hot desire. "Take off your clothes!"
"What?" Pam said, appalled and excited.
"You heard her," he said, indicated Angela with his head. "She wants you to fuck her."
"But that's why I got you over here," Pam whispered nervously. "To cure her of that. She needs you, Josh, you!"
He grinned, stripping off what remained of his clothes. The sight of his hard, tanned, muscular body made Pam's blood rush through her head, making her dizzy.
"But she wants you," Josh said to her, still grinning.
"I ... I," Pam stammered helplessly.
She knew for certain that she could never leave. Her body was seething with fuck-hunger. She wanted to tear off her clothes and melt against both of them. She wanted to feel them ravage her, fuck her to death!
Without speaking, she nodded at them. Her mouth trembled as she gazed at their two naked bodies. With her eyes, she devoured Angela's full swollen tits and sleek smooth stomach. She stared lustfully at Josh's stiff cock. With nervous fingers, she began to unbutton her blouse.
Quickly, they both approached her. And before she knew it, they were frantically peeling her clothes off. Their mouths were on her naked flesh. Their hands groped and probed, squeezing her throbbing breasts, digging into her dripping cunt.
When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the hall, to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, squirming together. As they settled onto the mattress, Angela found herself caught between Pam and Josh.
She became the focus of their passionate caresses. Their hands and their sucking, kissing mouths were all over her naked body. They swarmed over her and she surrendered to them totally. She rolled onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the slick wet slit of her cunt.
Angela's naked body always drove Pam wild with desire. She ran her hands down the silky skin of Angela's legs. She crouched between them, pressing her lips to the soft smooth skin of Angela's inner thighs. She had to grasp her sister-in-law's legs and hold them steady as Angela moaned and squirmed.
Pam glanced up at the girl's wriggling body and saw Josh scooping up the firm flesh of his wife's tits in his hands. He mauled the stiff large nipples with his lips. Shuddering sobs of pleasure came from Angela's tight throat. His rough hands moving all over her upper body drove her wild with delight.
Angela groaned and murmured senseless sounds to him. She toyed with his hair with her fingers. And she arched her back, shoving her tits up into his face.
Pam's body trembled and strained nearly as much as Angela's. She began to moan as she ran her extended tongue up and down the puffy wet meat of Angela's cuntlips. Finally, she pressed her lips fully against the sopping-wet pussy and sucked it unmercifully. She stabbed her tongue deep into the clenching pussy channel, slurping and gobbling wildly. Wantonly, she gulped down the flow of buttery warm juices.
"Unnghhh!" Angela grunted and moaned, thrashing about, her pelvis jerking up onto Pam's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhnnnnn! Ooooooh! Ooooooh!"
Pam felt the bed shift under Josh's weight. He manipulated his wife's body, turning her onto her side and getting behind her. Angela's thighs closed together over Pam's head. That made it harder to get at the sizzling wet pussy she was so hungry for. So she began kissing Angela's smooth palpitating belly and her flat sleek stomach.
She moved up the girl's helplessly quivering body to her jiggling tits. Angela's tall dark nipples were crinkly, erect with passion and still wet from Josh's saliva. Pam's own wet cunt was burbling and coursing with lust. But somehow she didn't mind postponing her own satisfaction, because she knew it would come, no matter what.
For the moment, it was Angela's squirming naked body that consumed her. She kneaded the girl's firm round boobs with her fingers and tongue-raped the stiff sensitive nipples. Then she sucked them one at a time into her mouth, making Angela howl and groan with pleasurable agony.
At the same time, Pam somehow realized that she was only a third party to what was actually going on between Josh and Angela. For a while, her lust had blotted it out. But now she grew aware that they were communicating to each other. They did it not so much with words, but by the touch of their bodies and the moans and murmurs they made.
Angela tossed her head from side to side, wincing, mewling softly. She bit her lower lip, hissing as she sucked the breath past her clenched teeth.
"Noooo, noooo," she moaned, half-dreamily, her face a mixture of fear and desire, agony and pleasure.
Josh had already turned his wife onto her side. Now Pam felt herself being pinned beneath the both of them, as he pushed Angela over farther.
"Oh, yesssss!" he grunted softly at Angela. "Oh, yessss!"
"Josh, please!" Angela begged.
"Ungg!" Josh grunted, panting.
"OH! OWWWCH, UNNHHH! UNHG! OOOOOHHNNN!" Angela shrieked as her whole body suddenly stiffened and tears sprang out of her tightly shut eyes. "OH, JOSH! JOSH! NO, NO, NO! AAGHHHHIIIIEEEEEE!"
Pam squirmed out from beneath them. Angela's body suddenly grew tense and spasm-torn as Josh flung her flat onto her stomach and reared up over her. His whole body was a bronzed clenched hunk of rippling muscles. His face was torn with fierce desire as he thrust his huge prick into his wife's upturned ass.
Half of the massive stalk sunk in Angela's asshole. Josh's strong thumbs parted her asscheeks and he slammed into her again and again! Incoherent sounds of pleasure-pain escaped from Angela's throat. She was completely impaled, pierced and skewered on his rigid pole.
Pam could do nothing but watch. She bit her hand, overcome by fear and fantastic excitement. Josh ripped and reamed his wife's asshole savagely. Angela's spastic, clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the bedsheet, tearing it. She burrowed her face into the bed and whooped and pleaded for more.
Pam noticed that Angela's moans were not only those of pain, but also of deep animalistic longing.
"Unnnn! Unnnn!" Angela groaned mindlessly.
She slumped forward with each killing thrust of Josh's prick, slamming into the depths of her ass. When she fell forward onto the bed, Josh grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her ass back up. Then he drilled it viciously again with his thick fiery cock shaft.
He sank his long prick so far into the girl that Pam thought she could not possibly stand it. Her own asshole clenched in nervous spasms of sympathy each time he dug his cock into Angela's ass. Her drippy cunt sprayed droplets of pussy juice.
She reached down and stroked her wetness. Her hot itching cuntlips were greasy with hot sex-juice against her fingers. She fingerfucked herself as she watched Angela suddenly change. The girl began bucking her ass back onto Josh's piercing cock, grinding her hips. She gritted her teeth and moaned in a low, guttural voice at him.
"Ohhh, fuck me, yessss! Like that, uunnhh! Oh, god! God, Josh, baby! Fuck me in my-ohn! Ohhhh, Jeeesusss! Fuck me in the ass, oh, yes! Oh, yes! Anngghh! Unh! Ungh!"
The bed rolled and pitched so violently that Pam could barely stay on it. She crouched beside them, digging into her seething cunt crack with two fingers. She pinched her erect clit until she was coming with soft preliminary jolts of pleasure.
Suddenly, Angela began to explode with orgasms. She slumped forward, yowling with pleasure, writhing insanely on the mattress and biting the sheet. And Josh pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgent fury as he too began to come.
Her whole body trembled, shaking with come-need. She plunged her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. And she came, but it was not the way she wanted to come. She wanted what they had had together. She wanted to be simply split open, pierced and shattered and ruptured by orgasms. But from the look of bliss she saw on both of their faces, she knew that wasn't to be.
CHAPTER SIX
When Josh went to the bathroom and Angela to the kitchen for some wine, Pam quietly slipped out the door. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. She sat in the back seat, wound up as tight as a spring.
She realized that she was drawn up to a fever-pitch of sexual need and she didn't know who to blame for it. Them, or her? She needed violent sexual release, but she didn't know what to do about it.
What's come over me? she thought. Why won't it go away? I'm right back where I started from. I really am a nympho after all, just seething and boiling with it!
She thought briefly of going home and masturbating. But she quickly dismissed that. She had already done it, only minutes ago and it had solved nothing.
While she was turning all this over in her head, she caught the cab driver glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her up with his eyes. He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist to it that intrigued Pam.
She suddenly knew there must be something about her he could smell. In some way, she must be advertising herself, like a bitch in heat! That embarrassed her. Still, she briefly entertained the idea of fucking him. He was a total stranger. Maybe that was just what she needed at a moment like this. Someone she would never see again. Someone she had never seen before, whom she could take home with her.
All the guilt, shame, betrayal and confusion she felt might be blasted out of her by taking this cab driver, with the vicious mouth, up to her apartment with her and inviting him to do anything he liked to her. Preferably something sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel. The way Josh had screwed Angela in the ass.
Did that make sense? She didn't know. The mere thought made her shiver.
She glanced at the cabbie's eyes again in the mirror and knew she couldn't go through with it. For one thing, he was too handsome. She needed someone far more repulsive. Someone who would scour her clean of these crazy compulsions. Someone who could cleanse her of these consuming guilt's entirely. Someone who would take her to the very bottom and rub her face in the dirt, so that she might never have to go back there again.
Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark eyes riveted onto hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid they might have a wreck. She stared murkily back at him. Her eyes were saying to him: You can fuck me, if you want to. And she knew her body was saying it too.
Whenever he had to look at the road, she forced herself not to glance up at the license that was clipped to the visor. She didn't want to know his name. She wanted him to be totally anonymous. She also wanted him to make the first advance.
Finally, he pulled the cab up in front of her building and shut off the motor. They still had not spoken much to one another. Pam stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.
"Isn't this it?" he said.
He stared suggestively at her mouth, then at the loose tits that rose and fell, in her excitement, beneath her thin blouse. She had dressed in such a hurry when leaving Josh's and Angela's house that she had merely stuffed her bra in her purse.
She said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes again saying: Fuck me, fuck me, you can fuck me, you can fuck me.
"Isn't this it?" he repeated softly.
"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered.
She was half-angry at him for forcing her to begin it. His sarcastic mouth twisted into a grin of appraisal. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples made in the cloth of her thin blouse.
"That depends on where you want to go," he grinned, staring boldly at her tits.
"I want to go crazy," she whispered.
She shifted her shoulders slightly. The firm out-thrusting globes of her round boobs swayed beneath the cloth. The cabbie stared at them and bit the side of his tongue.
"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"
"I'll bet you can figure that out."
His eyes came back up to her face. They were menacing, slightly threatening, but still flickering with sarcasm.
"Why don't you tell me," he said.
He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment Pam winced with fear of him. What am I doing! a voice in her head asked over and over. But at the same time, his rough manner excited her.
"Because you already know," she said, terrified of herself, but unable to resist the excitement.
Suddenly, he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and filled with lust.
"But I want to hear it from you."
Pam's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against her cheek. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She glanced down at her shaking hands.
Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"
Pam looked up from her nervous hands. She stared straight into his bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.
He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck. Then it fell to her throat, down her chest, to the top buttons of her blouse. Quickly, he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly gazing at her eyes.
He slipped his hand under the cloth and clasped one of her tits, pulling at the swollen nipple with two rough fingers. Pam gasped.
"I can't take you anywhere," he said, fondling and squeezing her aching breast with his hand. "It's like kidnapping and rape, if you change your mind later."
"I won't," she breathed. She closed her eyes briefly and pushed her body forward, mashing her tingling tit into his hand.
"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his head.
"I have a roommate," she said.
His hands roamed curiously over her boobs. He squeezed and cupped them, pulling the long thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.
"Maybe she's not home," he said.
Now Pam's nipples were erect and rubbery. He gently pinched each one, drawing new gasps of pleasure from her.
"Why don't you go up and check?" he suggested.
Pam bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh, god, she prayed, don't be home, Catherine! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a small panic. What if he didn't stay, didn't wait for her to return?
"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"
"For you," he chuckled softly, "for you, I can do anything."
For some reason, the word "anything" made Pam's blood race and her cunt gush and throb. Oh, god! If Catherine was home, what would she do!
She waited while he parked the cab in a secluded spot. Then she took him upstairs with her to the apartment. They went inside.
Catherine was not home. On the coffee table was a note she had left. Pam's heart fluttered wildly as she read the note. Catherine had gone to the mountains for a skiing weekend. She would not be back until Monday.
Pam turned to the cab driver. "She ... she won't be back tonight," she whispered, her voice choked up with fear and excitement.
She didn't dare tell him how long Catherine would be gone. Somehow that would make her even more vulnerable to him. Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him both more attractive and more terrifying than she had earlier.
He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body. He had strong hairy forearms, with thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. His jaw was large and sharp. His dark eyes glittered now with obvious lust for her. Pam both wanted him and feared him. And the combination made her sizzle and smolder.
She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and the bolt lock. She didn't want anything to interrupt this hot, upcoming fuck session. Somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in. But she had a feeling it wouldn't be something she would like anyone else to know about.
She turned her face back to him, smiling nervously. He stood in the center of the room. His large rough hands hung loosely at his sides. He grinned at her.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"It's ... Carol," she lied. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."
"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"
"You could say that."
"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly.
"I ... I really don't know," Pam murmured. She did know, in a way. But she was far too shy, embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud.
"What ... would you like to do to me?" she asked, looking away from his eyes.
"Silly question."
"No ... I mean, besides that. I mean, how would you like to ... go about it?"
She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the fleshy part Of her thumb in order to gain control of herself. He cocked his head to one side. He seemed to be wondering how truly kinky she actually was. He pondered her question for a moment. Then he answered forthrightly.
"I'd like to tie you up."
Pam's heart thundered suddenly. Then it fluttered and throbbed rapidly. She tried to catch her breath.
"And then what?" she asked in a weak voice.
"Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything, don't worry."
His voice was serious, even briefly tender. He stared at her a moment, as if to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes burning into her.
Jesus, god in heaven! Pam thought. She felt her blood beat with maddening intensity in her throat and hammer in her ears. It's all coming true! I couldn't have imagined it any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?
"How ... how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.
"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.
"I don't know. Maybe you would."
Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a tinge of horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him, no matter what. And that horrified her.
He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders.
"I guess you'll just have to trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little-"
"No, no," Pam interrupted him eagerly. "You can ..."
She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life. She had never thought herself capable of it.
"You can ... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me."
He could see how frightened she was. He crossed the room to her and again put his rough calloused fingers softly on her cheek.
"Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."
"Really?"
"Really."
He took her head in his strong hands and tilted her face up. He kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her giddy with anticipation. While he was kissing her, he slid his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds, he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping the full bouncy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing nipples.
He bit her neck gently. His mouth slid down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder. He sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Pam.
"Aaii!" she yelped. "Oh! Ooooohhh!"
He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest. He squeezed her boobs so hard that it hurt her. But she was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care.
His chapped, rough lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and squeezed them fiercely from underneath. He dug his fingers into the satiny round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his teeth.
Pam put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance. She shut her eyes and turned her head to and fro, hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching tits onto his face. He was already starting to give her the tender cruelty and the controlled brutality she wanted so much.
She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds. Her body was bursting all over with lust. She cried out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough fingers caused in her sensitive big tits and her teeth-tortured nipples.
Finally, she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away.
"I ... I thought you wanted to tie me up," she panted.
He nodded. He grinned and put his rough weathered hands back on her naked boobs. "You're beautiful, just beautiful!"
"Thank you." Pam looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.
"What'll we tie you with?"
"Quick, let's find something," she said.
They rapidly searched the apartment. Pam found a discarded pair of pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket. She stood there, watching them hanging "from her hand, as he searched for similar things in other rooms.
Shivering with panic and wild anticipation, she thought: My god, he's going to tie me up and fuck me! He's going to rape me and hurt me and I want him to! I want it! What am I doing?
But she didn't have much time to think about it. He appeared in the bathroom doorway, grinning. He glared hungrily at her naked tits as if he could never get enough of them. In one hand, he clutched two electrical extension cords.
A hot tremor shot up the wet channel of Pam's cunt, as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the cords in his hands made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.
He saw her fear. He went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot breasts with his free hand.
"What's the matter, you lose your nerve?" he asked.
"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whispered into his shirt.
"I won't ... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. "This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."
She took him into her bedroom. Together, they peeled the bedclothes off. He tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands.
"Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down."
Pam's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with goosebumps and tremors of anticipation. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauze-like panties and began to peel them down her golden thighs.
The cab driver's eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin, where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her shoulder and turned her around. He gazed down at the pale upper slopes of her high ass, just above the elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers. Then he moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra.
"You're striped here ... and here," he said, again lowering his fingers to the white skin of her round ass.
She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.
"Leave them on," he said decisively.
"But you-"
"Leave them on," he said plainly.
She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again, he rubbed his rough knuckles against her smooth cheek. The gesture made her cunt gush and itch each time he did it.
"Give me your wrists," he said.
She stuck out her arms, with her wrists pressed together. He began to bind them with one of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles of his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, too? Before you tie me," Pam suggested shyly.
She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching. She wanted to watch his stiff cock twitching and jerking with desire for her. She looked in his eyes, then stared boldly at the swollen lump of his crotch.
"Sure," he grinned.
He stepped back, letting the untied cord go slack around her extended wrists. Quickly, he removed his shirt. Pam devoured his athletic torso with her eyes. She relished the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach and the thinner hair on the backs of his shoulders.
He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong legs. His huge red prick sprang up, swelling and jumping.
Pam gasped as she stared at it. It was even bigger than Josh's. It was fatter and longer by at least an inch, its shiny purplish head a pulsing balloon of hot flesh.
Half-terrified, she stared at the massive thundering cock and knew suddenly that she had gotten more than she had bargained for. But there was no way to turn back now. What she had had in mind would have been excruciating enough without this immense fuck tool giving it to her.
He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eyes. He stepped close to her again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose.
"Oh, my god!" she murmured. "Oh, my god!"
She stroked the fiercely ridged stalk with her shaking fingers. Then she bent forward and took the bulbous head into her mouth. First she sucked it softly, then more urgently. He allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure her mouth gave him. But then he pulled back, pulling his prick free from her clasping lips.
He caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles. Then he pulled her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the cord. Pam felt her whole body turn instantly to hot rubber. She trembled so hard that she could barely stay seated on the edge of the mattress.
She whimpered with fear. She was unable to take her eyes off his surging stiff cock. The ballooning purple head of it was still wet with her own spittle.
Gently, he pushed her back onto the mattress. He drew her bound wrists up to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars and tied it, Pam squirmed over onto her stomach. She nestled her head between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
Oh, god, oh, god! she moaned to herself. It's happening, it's happening! I can't wait! I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking! Just do it to me, quick, quick!
Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he gently pushed his hand beneath her chin. He lifted her face up from between her arms.
"Don't you want to roll over?" he nodded his head, indicating that she should roll over onto her back.
She shook her head. She shook it rapidly, nervously, but with determination.
"I want it this way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh, god, do it to me, do it to me. I'm dying, I want it, I want it!"
He smiled and shrugged. He glanced down at the smooth bronze expanse of her naked back, then at the high up-curving globes of her quivering buttocks, still half-concealed by the gauzy cloth of her panties.
"Whatever you say, little darling," he said. "Whatever you want, you can have."
Quickly, he moved down to her feet. He looped one securely with the twisted pantyhose, the other with the second extension cord. Then he splayed her legs widely and tied each ankle to the opposite corner of the bed.
By this time, Pam was a writhing, squirming mass of hot voluptuous flesh. Whimpering and moaning with fear and desire, she pushed her face into the sheet and mashed her throbbing tits into the mattress, feeling the linen scrape across her sensitive pointed nipples.
Her cunt simmered and flowed with juice. She gyrated her hips, pushing her aching pussy into the bed, feeling the lacy cloth of her thin panties chafe against her wet cuntlips.
Pinioned, spread-eagled and cinched to the bedposts, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life. She was crazy with both terror and lust. She felt her body growing totally pliant and yielding. She felt him crouching between her legs on the bed. She felt his huge hot throbbing cock against the back of her left thigh as he leaned down over her and whispered hotly into her ear.
"You're serious? You want it in the ass?"
"Yessss! Yessss!" she hissed. "Please! Please!"
"Got any lubricant?"
She nodded wildly. "In the drawer."
She pointed to the bedstand. There was a half-used tube of K-Y jelly in the drawer that she and Catherine had bought once and used together. Pam blushed with shame as the cab driver took it out. God, she thought, he'll think I do this all the time!
God, let him be gentle, she murmured again and again to herself. God, let him be gentle! But she knew that what she had invited him to do, could not be done gently. The mere thought of it made her writhing body blaze and pulse with new fears and hotter lust fires.
The bed sank again as he climbed back between her splayed thighs. She felt his rough hands on her lower back, grasping her supple waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her stomach. She felt his sandpapery lips kissing the wide shallow dimples above each of her asscheeks. Pam moaned with low husky pleasure.
"Ummmmm, ummmmm!" she moaned, twisting languidly in his firm grasp.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" he murmured.
His hands slid down her waist to her thighs. He squeezed the resilient flesh. She felt his tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs met the bulging flesh of her ass. He nipped at her panties with his teeth. Pam shuddered and squirmed and whimpered. Now she realized why he had told her to leave her panties on.
His strong teeth nipped-at the quivery flesh of her ass through the thin gauzy cloth. Pam went wild. She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy panties with his teeth. Her cunt burned and ached and flowed. She couldn't keep her body still. She mewled and gasped, feeling his teeth and fingers tearing urgently at her panties. Ohhhh! Get them off! she panted to herself. Chew them off me! Ohhhh, yes!
He managed to rip a hole in them. He slipped his tongue through it, deep into the crack of her ass. Pam yelped and shuddered with surprise.
"Oh! Unnneeee!" she gasped with shock.
Her wriggling and squirming drove him crazy with lust too. He wasted no more time. He grasped her panties with his strong hands and tore them apart. Her panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He clawed at them with his rough fingers, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her wet cunt below them.
She felt his breath on her ass. His tongue stabbed at the end nub of her backbone. Then it went lower, down into the long dark crack of her ass. She squealed as it tickled the tightly shut ring of her rectum. Then it sank lower and again she squealed as it reached her achy, soupy quim.
She felt his chapped eager lips on her greasy wet cuntlips. He sucked them into his mouth, then jabbed his tongue up into the tingling slit of her pussy. He tongued and sucked her streaming pussy and pulsing clit until Pam went crazy with need.
Already, she was so close to coming that she was just a writhing, moaning mass of beautiful flesh. She had never surrendered her body to anything so completely in her life. But now she was driven mad with desire for fulfillment. Gurgling with lust, she hummed and groaned.
"Get it in me, pleeeeease! Do it to meeeee! Unnn! Ohn! I can't stand it! It's so good!"
She felt him rise up behind her. The thick gristly stalk of his huge erect prick slithered up and down in the moist crack of her ass. It would never fit! She knew it would never fit! It would split her in two!
Pam began to shake with sharp continuous tremors. She could do nothing but moan for him to do it, to do it quickly. She implored him. She begged him. And she went suddenly giddy with fear and anticipation as she felt him swabbing her asscrack with large gobs of the slippery jelly.
She gritted her teeth. She could hear his harsh panting and feel the hot urgency of his body He slipped his thumbs into her well-greased asscrack and found the edges of her tight asshole, making the hot raw nerves come alive.
Pam held her breath as he lodged the huge bulb of his prick head in the small mouth of her asshole. He held her buttocks apart with his hands, inching his cock into her. It was a tight fit.
God, it won't go in me! Pam thought wildly. But she had not counted on his determination.
His thumbs dug more fiercely into the cheeks of her ass. It flamed with sharp spasms of pain. He lunged up and forward. Pam felt the head of his cock slide into her ass.
"AAAGGGHHHIIIEEE!" she howled suddenly. "OHHH! OWWWCH! UNNNGH! OWWOOWWCH! ANNGHHH!"
Tears squirted from her tightly shut eyes. She bit through the bedsheet, into the mattress. She coughed and choked with helpless delight, with the shocks of molten pain-pleasure that jolted her. His fiendishly huge cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, lubricated by the greasy jelly and powered by the passionate thrusts of his hips.
She was skewered on his huge spiky pole of ass-reaming cock. Pam's vision, behind her tightly shut eyelids, flashed red and blinding white as he bent forward over her, grasped her bare shoulders and lunged deeply into her. He buried his gigantic tool as far as it would go into the warm flaming channel of her clenching ass.
Pam's body twitched and fluttered wildly with pleasure. Speared and impaled in the ass by his stupendous prick, she squirmed on the bed, face down, feeling her hard throbbing nipples burn into the sheet. She grunted mindlessly with lust, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish her butt brutally.
He lay slumped on her naked back, his thick cock embedded deep in her ass. His teeth roamed and nipped the flesh of her coppery shoulders. Obviously, he was enjoying the intense pleasure of her tight ass muscles pinching his burning shaft.
But Pam was delirious with impatience. She tilted her ass up to him. She begged him with incoherent gasps and pleas.
"Fuck me, man, fuck me! Unngghhhh! Oh, Jesus, it's good, good, soooo good! What's the matter? Can't you ... unh, oh! Can't you fuck me? Rape me, honey! Rape me!"
She implored him, egging him on, bucking her hips back into him. She didn't know what got to him, her words or the frantic undulations of her pelvis. But he suddenly began to give her what she wanted. He reared up behind her and pulled his prick out to the edge of her asshole.
Then he grasped her thighs with his strong hands and plunged his cock into her so brutally that she squealed with shock and joy. Pam thrashed and squirmed so wildly that the bonds on her wrists and ankles bit into her skin. Again and again, he slammed his cruel punishing cock into her.
At the same time he fucked her ass, he got one of his hands into her sloshy, wildly throbbing cunt. With his fingers, he worked her flaming clit vigorously. Already, Pam was coming. She felt the hot shooting rockets of orgasm squirting through her convulsing body. But it was only the beginning, the first popping explosions of the holocaust she could sense was coming.
"UNNHH! UNNHH! AAGGHHNNIIEE!" she screeched, flipping and jerking wildly. "UUNNNNNEEEEE!"
The higher the pitch of her shattering orgasms grew, the more excited and brutal he became. They fed each other's wild insatiable lusts. He speared and skewered and pierced her unmercifully, pinching her clit with his fingers, making her gag with hot rupturing orgasms. His free hand clutched her tits. He squeezed and mauled them cruelly, pinching her hot spiky nipples till they became nubs of unbearable fire.
Pam dug her elbows and knees into the mattress. She tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in small circles, shoving it back over his plunging tool. She grunted each time he slammed forward and crammed her throbbing asshole with cock.
Suddenly, she felt his massive cock grow even bigger inside of her. She felt it swell and grow harder than steel. She thought she had taken as much as she could. But now she had to take even more.
He swarmed over her back, sinking his teeth savagely into the flesh of her shoulders. Each brutal lunge of his cock lifted her body off of the bed. He was drilling her, sinking the huge shaft so far up into her ass that she feared he would actually tear her apart. He bit her shoulder cruelly. His strong hand in her pussy rubbed her clit wildly.
Pam suddenly felt the arrival of the most wrenching orgasm of her life. She shrieked, throbbing and twisting and thrashing with new blinding bursts of coming.
She was nothing but a shuddering mass of pulverized flesh as she felt the long ass-murdering rocket of his prick explode deep within her. It squirted hot strings of jism into her. Wild cries of pleasure tore out of his throat. He crushed her beneath him, pumping fiery gobs of cum deep into her ass.
Time was obliterated. Pam felt that the huge shattering bomb of their mutual orgasm kept on exploding forever.
"Ohhhhh, god, ohhh, god!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, I've never felt anything like that!"
She heard him puffing and gasping as he slid his still-stiff prick out of her wounded, flaming asshole. Again, he caressed her lower back and the high creamy moons of her butt with his rough hands.
"Carol, Carol, baby," he gasped. "You're the top. You're absolutely the top."
Pam was in a state of collapse. His use of the name "Carol" brought her back to her senses. She wouldn't have traded the orgasms she had just experienced for anything. But suddenly she realized how bizarre this all was.
"Untie me?" she whimpered.
He lay down beside her face to face. He stroked her back and kissed her forehead. "Untie you?" he asked, grinning, mocking her.
"Untie me," she nodded.
He shook his head. "But we're not finished."
"Not finished?" Pam tried not to panic. "Look, you untie me! I asked you up here and now I'm asking you to untie me. You did it to me beautifully, I mean it. But now I'm through. I don't want any more. Please. Please untie me."
But he merely grinned and paid no attention to her. He lit a cigarette. When it was finished, he slid down her body and began eating her cunt again. He tongue-fucked and clit-sucked her juicy warm pussy until she was again coming, in spite of herself. And by that time, his huge prick was alive and stiff again.
He sank it into her cunt and fucked her slowly. He fucked her with grinding, relentless determination for about twenty minutes. Then he stopped and smoked another cigarette, this time sharing it with Pam. Then he went back to fucking her again.
Pam realized that she deserved whatever she was getting. She had started the whole business. He fucked her another half hour before he came again. Then they rested and dozed. When they awoke, he invited her to suck the massive rearing pole of his cock. She did, having no choice.
But before she could make him come that way, he began to fuck her pussy again. This time he did it long and skillfully, giving her three fresh orgasms.
At about two o'clock in the morning, he untied her, not speaking. Then he dressed and bent to kiss her.
"I'll leave my phone number on the coffee table," he whispered. "And thanks for the ride, Carol."
CHAPTER SEVEN
For days afterward, Pam's body felt flayed and torn and bruised. She felt plundered, used, even dirtied. But the aches and welts and teeth-marks on her body were not only painful, they were also reminders of the unbelievably agonizing ecstasies she had gone through.
Somehow, she was now certain that the strange insatiable desires of her body were something she had to fear as never before. Whenever she gave into them, they plunged her deeper into dark jungles of complicated shame.
Stricken with guilt and horrified at her own boundless lust, she decided that the only solution was to give it up entirely. As alcoholics rigidly denied themselves the first drink, she would have no sex, none at all.
The thought of living without sex seemed unbearable. But she tried to recall that she had never felt this crazy way until the day when she had first let her brother fuck her. That had been the start of it.
Before doing it with Josh, her needs had been normal, simple, easy to understand and fulfill. It was only since then that she had embarked on this frightening detour into shameful perversions. The only way to stop it is to simply stop it, she told herself.
But the real trouble began when Catherine returned home from her weekend in the mountains. As soon as Catherine had gotten inside the door, Pam was conscious of the desire to run over to her roommate and embrace her. And kiss her and stroke her and take her to bed!
The desire was so strong that she quickly made up an excuse to go to the store. She left the apartment immediately and took a long exhausting walk. She didn't return for two hours.
But when she did get back, it was no better. Catherine was taking a bath. She was soaking luxuriously in the tub and she had left the bathroom door open.
"Pam? Is that you?" she asked.
"Who do you think?" Pam said. "The bogey man?"
She went nowhere near the open bathroom door. Instead, she busied herself in the kitchen, deciding that she would wash up the few dirty dishes. Anything to convince herself that she was not in the mood for a fuck.
"Come on in here," Catherine said. "I want to talk to you."
"I'm busy."
"Can't it wait? I want to tell you about this guy I went skiing with. What a creepo! I couldn't wait to get home."
"I can hear you," Pam said. "Go ahead."
"I don't like shouting!" Catherine yelled. "Come in here for a minute. You don't have to be so nervous about it. You've seen my body before."
I know, that's just the trouble! Pam thought. She was already seeing her roommate's lovely pale naked body in her head. She could see the bath water beading on Catherine's white round shoulders, glistening on the swelling mounds of her up-tilting tits, sparkling on her soft heaving nipples. It made Pam's thighs quiver and her cunt gush and itch.
"I know I have," she said. "But I'm busy, I really am. Go ahead, I can hear you."
Catherine didn't respond this time. But Pam could hear the water splashing more noisily in the tub. Then she heard the water being sucked down the drain. She heard Catherine's feet hit the floor as she got out of the bath. Quickly, Pam ran the kitchen sink full of soapy water. She rapidly began washing the dishes, though there were only four or five.
But in fewer than three seconds, she felt Catherine's presence. She glanced over her shoulder to see her roommate standing in the kitchen doorway. Catherine was wrapped only in a towel. Her bare shoulders were damp and flushed, her long curvy bare legs a breath-taking sight. She was smiling skeptically. Quickly, Pam looked away, back to the sink.
"Goodness," Catherine mocked. "I've never known you to be so crazy about doing the dishes before."
When Pam didn't reply, Catherine came over to her and peered down into the sink.
"Yes, dear," she continued with sarcasm. "Be sure to get both of those cups clean. And that fork. Don't forget that fork!"
One of Catherine's round bouncy breasts nudged Pam's forearm through the towel. Pam briefly shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to maintain control. But Catherine saw her. It only incited her further.
She pushed her tit harder on Pam's arm. She bent her head close, breathing into Pam's ear.
"You don't know how I've been dying to get home, so you could fuck me," she breathed.
She rubbed her body onto Pam. The towel slipped. Pam felt her knees trembling. She pulled away from Catherine. The towel slipped further, then dropped to the floor completely, leaving Catherine totally naked.
Pam felt her own body seething and coursing with desire. It seemed like the hardest thing she had ever done, to turn her back on the beautiful naked girl. She shook her head, looking at the wall. She tried to forget the long pale sweep of Catherine's silky midriff, the creamy out-thrust breasts and succulent plum-like nipples, the reddish hair of Catherine's cunt, still dewy with bath water.
She knew what the long puffy-lipped gash between Catherine's thighs looked like. How it tasted, how fiery red it grew, how wet and shiny and inflamed it became when she made love to it with her mouth. Oh, god, oh, god, you're making it so hard on me, Catherine, baby! she moaned to herself.
Catherine reached out and touched the back of Pam's shoulder, massaging her tense muscles.
"Pam, what's the matter?" she asked softly. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
"I ... I can't talk about it," Pam murmured.
Catherine moved up behind her. She pressed her whole body against Pam so that Pam could feel Catherine's full tits squashing into her back through the cloth of her blouse. Catherine grasped one of Pam's hands and drew it back into the moist patch of her pubic hair. She gyrated her hips and pushed them upward so that her cunt mound nudged Pam's palm. At the same time, she kissed the nape of Pam's neck and licked it with her warm sensual tongue.
"I don't know what happened," she whispered. "But I know how to make it better."
She slid her free hand down to the hem of Pam's skirt and drew it up the inside of Pam's thigh to her wet crotch. Then she pushed one long finger onto Pam's silk panties until the damp cloth sank into the tingling groove of Pam's cunt.
Catherine drew the finger back and forth until Pam shuddered and gasped. Pam clasped her thighs tight on the invading hand.
"You're so wet," Catherine whispered, pushing her tits into Pam's back. "So wet. Don't you want me to put my tongue where my finger is?"
"Catherine, please," Pam moaned. "You'll have to understand. I just can't."
But she was very close to giving in. Gently, but firmly, she pulled away from her roommate. Her body trembled. But she overpowered her half-yielding sexual giddiness.
"I ... just can't, baby. You'll have to understand."
But Catherine's eyes were glazed. Her breath was rapid. She was naked and she knew that gave her an advantage. She knew her body was desirable, irresistible. She knew how Pam had craved it in the past. So she skimmed her hands up and down her tapering ribs, her swelling hips. She raised them to her full tits, lifting the round globes. She squeezed them gently, making the long thick nipples flare.
"The guy I went skiing with didn't know how to fuck me good," she whispered.
Her face was flushed with sexual heat. As she spoke, she kept rubbing her body with her hands.
"He didn't know how to make me feel the way you make me feel. Half the time, he couldn't even get it up unless I sucked his dong for about an hour."
She slid her hands between her -thighs. She dug her fingers into the creamy satin cunt flesh, rolling her eyes up behind her lids and gasping.
"Then, when he was ready, he just stuck it in me and popped. Then he got up and put on his skis. Ooohhnnnnn," she sighed.
Her tantalizing naked boobs quivered, as her body shook with small tremors brought on by the things she was doing to herself with her own hands. Pam was unable to take her eyes from Catherine's trembling body. The desire and temptation she felt was unbelievable.
The passion was so strong that her hungry wet pussy was burbling with juice. She caught her body yearning, leaning forward toward her roommate. She felt her mouth watering for Catherine's glossy swollen red nipples.
"Oh!" Pam gasped, trying to maintain control. "Well! I guess you should have thought of that before you went with him." She laughed lightly, falsely.
"You know what I want?" Catherine asked coyly.
She smiled with a sweet kittenish appeal. She was still rubbing her body passionately, circling each of her puffy red nipples with her forefinger and enjoying Pam's helplessly thirsty gaze glued to them.
"I want you to stick that vibrator we bought into my ass while you're eating my cunt at the same time. Ohhhh, god, doesn't that sound divine? Oh, baby, oh, Pam, I want it, I want it so bad! I want it with you!"
Pam raised her fist to her mouth and shook her head violently. Then she broke from the kitchen and ran quickly to her room, shutting the door behind her.
For a long time, she lay crying and thinking on her bed, forcing herself to be strong. Fortunately, Catherine did not bother her. Somehow, the evening passed. Pam finally undressed and went to bed, hoping that sleep would release her from this horrible torment of desire and temptation.
But sometime during the night, she began to squirm and moan. She dreamed of hands all over her body, millions of hands. And wet sucking mouths, mouths everywhere on her. Her flesh was bathed in sweet fires of pleasure. Moaning and twisting under the sheets, she awoke into a drowsy trance.
She suspected that she had been masturbating in her sleep. But she awoke to the feel of hands on her thighs and soft lips on the warm skin of her flat belly. She didn't know how that could be happening, if she were truly awake now. But the sensations were so beautiful that for a few seconds she simply surrendered to them.
But then she heard her own soft mewling moans being answered. She felt the bed sway and creak as it never did with the mere pressure of her own body.
Suddenly, she felt a stiff prick graze her naked thigh! She opened her eyes with a shock. Oh, god! she thought, shuddering inwardly with fear and delight.
It was her own boyfriend Jeff, who had been out of town on a business trip. And Catherine! Both of them were in bed with her, naked, swarming over her supine, writhing body, kissing and stroking her with slow aching tenderness.
"Ohhhnnnnn!" she moaned. "Ohhhhnnnn, what are you doing? Catherine, Jeff! Oh, what are you doing here? Aannhhh! Oh, yes, oh, god, please, it feels so good!"
"Baby, baby," Catherine crooned to her.
She scooped up one of Pam's hot breasts with two hands and stabbed at the thick nipple with her strong tongue.
"Jeff, oh Je-" Pam tried to speak, gasping and panting.
But Jeff's mouth covered her own. She felt his hard masculine body pushing on her from one side. His stiff twitching cock pressed into her hip. She kissed him back ardently, slithering her hand down between their bodies and grasping his hot surging prick, giving it a squeeze.
"Unnnnn! Uunnnnnnn!" Catherine groaned, slurping on both of Pam's tits and nipples with her tongue, kneading the throbbing flesh with her fingers.
Quickly, Pam realized that there was no sense in fighting it now. She was so close and she craved it so much. She didn't know how they had both got into her bed, but she really didn't want to resist at all.
"Ohhhnnnn, god, I need it!" she moaned aloud to them. "Fuck me, please fuck me! Do everything to me, everything!"
Jeff's strong hands spread her quaking thighs. He crouched between them and lodged the swollen head of his cock in the warm tingling-groove of her wet cuntlips. Catherine kissed her lips and her neck, her throat, her breasts, sucking and nearly swallowing her aching nipples with a thirsty passion.
Jeff gently rode into her slick quim with his long probing prick. He sank it slowly into her until she was crammed full, gagging with pleasure. She whimpered and mewled with pleasure as Jeff fucked gently in and out of her creaming cunt furrow and Catherine made mouth-love to her throbbing tits.
She was so horny with hot pleasure that she began erupting almost immediately. Her cunt flushed with hot spasms each time she felt the gristly stalk of Jeff's plunging prick scrape along the fiery nub of her swollen clit. She twisted and moaned under them, feeling the lovely hot orgasms burst and roll through her.
Her body melted and streamed with long groaning spasms of pleasure. The hot spurting joys flew fiercer and fiercer. She bucked her jerking hips, throwing one arm around Catherine's neck, the other around Jeff's. She heaved her body up onto theirs, whimpering wildly with pleasure.
She pushed her boobs up into Catherine's mouth, her runny come-exploding cunt up over Jeff's surging, pumping cock.
"UNH! UNH! UNH! AOWWWNNNGHH! UNG! UNGH!" she grunted and wheezed with mad delight, as the peak of her climax crashed through her.
She was vaguely aware of the doorbell ringing. But everything was blotted out by the jolts of lightning that squirted through her sloshy, clasping pussy. Jeff had not come yet. He kept fucking her steadily, firmly. His prick slid in and out of her as he bled every last drop of pleasure from her jangling clit.
"Unh! Unh! Ohhh, it's wonderful!" Pam moaned.
She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed his mouth as he fucked in and out of her cunt. It never dawned on her that Catherine was missing. The way Jeff was fucking her, she wanted time to stand still!
"You're going to make me come again! Unh! Unh! If you keep, unh! Ahhhnnn! If you keep that up! And you haven't even come yet yourself, baby."
"I will," he panted.
Pam tossed and squirmed under him. She whimpered, clenching her teeth and hissing with pleasure, clawing his bare shoulders with her nails. She pinched his surging prick with her cunt muscles and heard him gasp. But suddenly, she felt the bed dip. Catherine was pressing against them again, whispering excitedly.
"We have visitors!" Catherine whispered.
Pam turned her head to see what Catherine was talking about. There, standing beside the bed, were Josh and Angela. Josh stared down at them as if paralyzed with fascination. But Angela, her dark eyes glazed with fire, was already undressing.
Pam caught her sister-in-law's eye and licked her lips in invitation. Her body reeled and flamed each time Jeff dug his raging cock into her buttery-warm quim.
As long as we're this far, she thought, we might as well go all the way. We might as well do the whole thing! Whatever it turns out to be! Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me! Let it go on forever! Let me fuck all of you! We'll do it all night!
Josh and Angela got onto the bed with the three of them and soon there was so much fucking going on that Pam couldn't separate the bodies. Who was doing what to whom didn't matter. They were a thrashing, squirming, striving mass of hot flesh.
As if by instinct, the two men began to fuck one of the girls in her mouth and her pussy, while the other two girls mauled her nipples with their mouths and the rest of her wriggling body with their hands.
Catherine was the first to get it this way. Then Angela. Both men held back their climaxes as long as possible, in order to keep fucking. But fucking Angela, after having fucked both Pam and Catherine, excited Jeff so much that he couldn't stop the cum from spurting out of his prick and into her willing cunt.
Pam quivered and trembled as she realized what the consequence of this would be. Josh glanced over at her and her flesh turned to hot jello. Fuck me, Josh, fuck me now! she moaned to herself.
He grinned as he pushed her down on her back. Their eyes connected in recognition of what they were doing and how it had all begun with this. Pam glared up into her brother's tender but lust-maddened eyes. She begged him hoarsely.
"Fuck me, big brother," she said. "Fuck me, big brother, fuck me till I melt. Fuck me till I explode! Yesssss, fuck me, Josh ... oh! Oh! OOOHHHHHHH!"
He put his hands on her tits, scooping them up to his lips as he bent down over her. At the same moment, he lodged the head of his gigantic cock in her gushing cunt slit. He sucked her tingling nipples and slid his prick into her deeply.
And Pam knew she was back where it had all started. She was back, with her brother's lovely huge prick sunk in her hungriest cuntal depths. She was moaning and writhing with helpless feathery pleasures.
She was so completely sunk into sex-joy that her awareness of everything else around her simply melted away. She was conscious of nothing but the massive pole of prick flesh cramming her cunt to the heavenly splitting point.
Pam was so oblivious that she went limp and surrendered to Josh's hard thrusting cock. He rolled her onto her side as he fucked furiously into her. And suddenly, she felt Catherine's hands kneading and parting her clenching asscheeks. Then she remembered the vibrator that Catherine had mentioned earlier. The one she had wanted Pam to use on her.
Now Pam could feel the plastic nub of it nudging the crack of her own ass! She felt it jabbing her asshole, felt it enter her! She groaned and wailed and whinnied loudly, screeching as it slid up into her ass inch by delicious inch.
She coughed and gagged with shock as Catherine switched it on. It began to buzz like crazy, deep in her ass. Immediately, she was torn apart and ruptured by the screaming jolts of the wildest orgasm she had ever felt.
"UUNNNGH! OH! OH! AAANNNGEEEE!" she howled.
She felt her body fly apart and melt back together, only to be ripped and sundered again as if blasted by sharp stabs of killing pleasure. And somehow she knew that it was only the beginning. Still, Josh refused to unleash his own hot rockets of jism.
Still, he plunged into her, reaming out her cunt with his immense violent prick. Still, Catherine fiendishly jammed the insanely buzzing vibrator deep into her ass. And now, somehow, all five of their bodies were coiling and writhing together!
Jeff was now vigorously fucking Angela from the rear and Angela had her face in Catherine's streaming juice-pit. She was sucking Catherine's cunt wantonly, like a woman dying of thirst, while Catherine passionately kissed Pam's quivering ass and crammed her asshole with the fiendish machine.
All of their straining bodies were held together. All of them were pulsing and moaning and pumping and sucking furiously. And when they began to come, it was like a chain of bombs going off, each link igniting the fuse of the next.
Pam gagged and erupted with shattering, spurting orgasms again and again. She felt Josh squirt into her finally. She fell Angela tremble and screech as her climax tore through her exploding cunt. Jeff came with a savage roar and Catherine moaned and sobbed through spasm after spasm.
Pam wondered what had become of all that proud will power she had been so intent on maintaining. She still couldn't help feeling that what they were doing was perfectly horrible. And yet, her body told her it was the most beautiful thing she had ever done in her life. How would she ever get it straight?
Was it even possible? Oh, god, she thought, I don't know. I don't even care! Right now I only want this to go on and on!
She clamped Josh's still-hard cock with her passionate cunt muscles and heard his happy sigh. She felt the warm tinglings spread through her own half-satisfied but still-hungry body.
And she thought: There's always tomorrow. Tomorrow and then another tomorrow. Plenty of time to worry about it then. But right now, I don't care about tomorrow. I just want more! More of your huge plunging prick, big brother!
She smiled up at him. More of everybody! More of everything!
