Jennifer Armstrong stretched the entire length of her young full body across the open coverlets of the large double bed, spreading her arms over the pillow and touching her hands lightly to the headboard behind. She yawned and smiled softly, turning her pretty face to the half-drawn blinds: a stream of morning sunlight shone through, crossing the lush mohair carpet and describing a dancing arc of brilliancy on the young woman's firm smoothly curving thighs.
Her long blonde eyelashes fluttered momentarily as she slowly awoke from a long night's sleep. It should be at least ten o'clock, she thought. Dave, her husband, must have gone out for his game of golf before she had even stirred, and her brother and sister were probably at the beach by now, so she would have the house to herself until late afternoon. The girl brushed her long satiny blonde hair away from her face, letting it fall in a cascading cushion behind her finely sculpted neck. She gazed down abstractly at the thin sheet partially shielding her body from the slight breeze blowing through the open window and sighed. It had been more than three years since she had seen Sandy and Ellen, her sister and brother, and they had changed more than she had imagined was possible during that time.
When she had arrived at the large luxurious ranch-style house with Dave yesterday afternoon, she was shocked to notice the difference: her sister's body had blossomed into the fulsome curves of young woman- hood, and her brother's boyish frame had taken on the muscular angularity of the young man he had actually become. She wasn't sure whether she liked the transition they had made from awkward adolescence to youthful maturity, yet she knew their growing up was inevitable. She raised herself in bed, toweling the bed sheet across her large smoothly uplifting breasts, a slight frown creasing the smooth peaches-and-cream complexion of her face, as she made an effort to thrust her disturbing thoughts away.
She was being silly, she knew. There was no reason to be upset with the natural process of growing up that was both frightening and wonderful; her own young body with its full breasts and voluptuously rounded hips was fair testament to that, she thought with a quick self-satisfied smile. Her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose rose- tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric of the covering sheet had gone through the same process of maturing as Ellen's were going through right now, and that change from girl-child to young woman should be considered perfectly natural.
Jennifer looked down to the sheet tapering over her slender girlish waist, and her thoughts were confirmed by the mental vision of her own body. It was marvelous, yet somehow disconcerting, she mused, how it would attract admiring attention from the most discriminating men - and envy from women. The line of the sheet spread over the flat plane of Jennifer's stomach and across the rounded firmness of her hips down to her gently swelling thighs, as though indicated by the soft pencil line of the artist, the smooth arc of her calves graduated into this delicately formed ankles, completing the luxuriantly provocative picture of sensuous young femininity.
She pushed the sheet away and stood up from the bed and walked naked across the plush white carpet to the window. Now the sunlight struck her body in its full stark whiteness, highlighting the blonde triangle of pubic hair of her loins and glowing radiantly on the ivory-toned skin of the girl's naked thighs. She raised up the blinds and looked into the backyard that was peacefully secluded from the view of neighboring houses by a high row of thick green hedges. Flecks of light played on the mirror-still surface of the large kidney-shaped swimming pool, dazzling brightly in Jennifer's hazel eyes and accentuating her evenly sculpted facial features.
Yes, all of this would be hers for the entire day, she thought, and she felt a sense of relief knowing that Dave, her husband, would be out of the house along with her sister and brother until some time that afternoon. She needed the rest after the intense socializing of last night. They had arrived at four the preceding afternoon, and had spent the evening talking with her brother and sister. It had been a long exausting trip by station wagon from Virginia and Jennifer really hadn't felt up to the family party that had inevitably developed, nor had she been assured that her parents would have approved of Dave's way of indulging Sandy and Ellen with bourbon. Bill and Martha Jackson had taken off for a vacation in Europe shortly before Dave and Jennifer's arrival, and the Armstrong's visit to the luxurious Connecticut home had been planned as both a family reunion and a way of looking after the two teenagers without going through the difficult and embarrassing process of hiring a baby-sitter for the children who, after all, were young adults themselves.
"I think you'll find the children more mature than you might expect," Jennifer's mother had written a month before, "but in many ways both Sandy and Ellen need the kind of guidance I think you can give them. They are hardly adults, and you are well aware, I'm sure, of the problems that your brother and sister's generation are confronting. Jennifer, you escaped the temptations of marijuana and free sex, but I'm not sure that Sandy and Ellen have done the same."
Jennifer had found the letter perplexing. Had her mother meant to say that Sandy and Ellen were actually experimenting with such things? It was of course entirely possible, yet she couldn't face the possibility without feeling unnerved; it didn't seem probable that either her brother or sister would be foolish enough to go off the deep end like that. In her mind, they were still innocent young children. She had noticed a change in the way Sandy had regarded her when she had entered the house yesterday afternoon, but she had rationalized his flirtatious manner as a symptom of his growing awareness of sex as he approached masculine maturity. What had disturbed her was how Ellen had hugged and kissed her own husband whom Ellen had never met before, pushing her hips close in to Dave's loins as though she had discovered a lost lover rather than having been introduced to a brother-in-law. Jennifer knew she was being foolish yet she couldn't help feeling uneasy at the way her sister dressed, with her sweaters so tight you could actually see the outline of the girl's nipples, naked and bra-less beneath the tightly pressing cashmere fabric. But again she knew she was a victim of sibling rivalry, and if she wished the summer vacation to be a success, she would have to push such thoughts out of her mind.
The distant ringing of a bell reverberating down the hall from the living room awakened her from her thoughts, yet in the intensity of her musings it seemed a great distance away and not part of reality at all. Suddenly she realized it was the doorbell and after several moments of waiting and hoping whoever it was would go away and leave her to the intimacy of her thoughts, she resignedly turned from the window, threw on a robe and walked down the hallway to open the door.
* * *
"Mrs. Armstrong, I presume," the smiling face of a tall blonde teenager confronted her with an abruptness that startled the young woman momentarily.
His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the cleavage of her breasts under the thin robe.
Jennifer pulled the robe close, unnerved by the lewd stare that didn't pull away from the smoothly undulating curves of her body, so evident beneath the light covering material.
"Yes...uh, are you a friend of Sandy's?" she managed,moving back from the door.
"Yeah," the youth said, exposing a pair of crooked discolored teeth. "But actually a real good friend of Ellen's."
"Ellen's not here. She's gone to the beach with Sandy and won't be back until this evening," Jennifer said with more coldness than she had intended.
Jennifer looked at the boy's thin pock-marked face, then stared past him to the street. A child pedaled past on a tricycle; a bird lit on a low-hanging branch behind the boy's head.
"Mind if I step in for a cup of coffee, Mrs. Armstrong?"
She flinched at hearing the boy using her name. Evidently, Ellen had told him of her visit, she thought, and for some reason she felt anxious at the way he had casually addressed her. "It won't take but a minute. After all, lady, I am your sister's boyfriend."
Jennifer stood limply aside and let him pass into the living room.
"I take my coffee black, Ma'am," he said, slouching down on the low danish-modern sofa.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name," she said, folding her arms uncomfortably over her voluptuously full breasts as the boy continued staring obscenely across at her.
He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. His face colored slowly, and then he said: "Chuck. Chuck Miller, and you're Jennifer," he smacked his lips and withdrew a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. "Yeah, Ellen's been tellin' me a lot about ya. Bet ya didn't recognize your baby sister, did ya? Oh I tell ya, she's grown a helluva lot since then, yes Ma'am."
Jennifer went into the kitchen and plugged the coffee pot already filled with water and grinds from breakfast into the wall socket behind the stove. She heard Chuck Miller shuffling about in the next room, the sound of music suddenly blaring from the stereo set, and she felt another surge of irritation at the boy's uncouth manners. She couldn't understand how her sister could have chosen this repulsive teenager as a boy friend. Tall and skinny, with a pock- marked face scarred from severe acne, he was in no manner the match for Jennifer's sister whose youthful good looks far outclassed the stumbling awkwardness of the Miller boy. There was something disconcerting about the way he had stared at her at the front door, not removing his eyes from her barely clad body whose gently swelling contours pressed against the sheerness of her robe; but again she reprimanded herself for projecting her own insecure feelings onto the boy who might have been simply oblivious to the fact that he had disturbed her so much. "I'm sorry, but this is a bit warmed-over," she said, more cheerfully, as she returned to the living room with two cups of hot coffee and some rolls set on a tray.
"It'll do just fine," he said, and bent his frame to the cup and saucer she had set on the coffee table in front of him.
For the first time Jennifer found her own gaze focusing on the boy's body, as though his lewd glances at her provoked a kind of obscene magnetic response in herself, and she blushed over when she realized that her eyes had lit on the bulge of the boy's genitals beneath the rough tight-pressing material of his jeans. Chuck looked up at her, catching her glance, and smiled.
"Y'know, I didn't realize that Ellen had such a goddamn sexy sister!" he laughed heartily, the cup jiggling in his hand.
Jennifer felt her face color over again. She pulled the flimsy robe tighter around her waist and sat down in the arm chair across from him, crossing and uncrossing her legs uncomfortably as her sister's boyfriend continued staring relentlessly at her.
"How long have you known Ellen?" she tried to find a subject that would distract the almost repulsively rude boy from his obvious fascination with her young body.
He said flatly, "Met your sister at a beach party last July. First thing I saw coming at me from down the beach was this little sexpot poured into a tight black bikini, those big tits bobbing and that sweet li'l ass swinging, and you know, Mrs. Armstrong, I just got too goddamn hot and bothered." He shook his head and stared meditatively out the living room window. "She's good, Mrs. Armstrong, too goddamn good...but now I see that sorta thing kinda runs in the family."
Jennifer recoiled in her chair. Chuck's clouded blue eyes danced merrily, a wide uncontrolled grin expanding his cheeks. "But I guess ya haven't had the chance to see all that's happened to Sandy and Ellen," he cleared his throat, and passed his eyes over her gracefully crossed legs. "Bet ya can tell a lot has changed since you've been gone."
It hasn't been anything that I might not know about?" Jennifer asked, her curiosity whetted.
Chuck Miller pushed back his thick mop of greasy blonde hair from his forehead. "Nothing," he said, and slapped his hand against the flat of his thigh. "I mean, Mrs. Armstrong, Christ, all ya gotta do is use your imagination!"
A thin line of perspiration beaded on the boy's upper lip. He was obviously disturbed by the way she had pursued the subject, and now she was unsure whether he wanted her to know what kinds of things her sister and brother had been doing, or if he just wanted to drop it.
"Tell ya the truth, Ma'am," the Miller boy said, stubbing out the butt of his cigarette in an elaborately sculpted ceramic ashtray. "It ain't the sorta things ladies should hear about!"
Jennifer shifted uneasily in her chair. An apprehensive chill swept down the length of her spine as the pale face of her sister's boy friend turned to her. It was just a feeling, she knew, and she couldn't justify the nature of her slowly building fear although she sensed a quality of evil, or perhaps merely a lingering taint of immorality in that young face that should have been innocent and pure in its youthfulness, but which appeared strangely old beyond its years. "I really...I don't understand wh-what you mean," she stuttered.
"Well," he drew out the single syllable of the word, sighing as his eyes casually took in the shape of her firmly-set breasts that swayed slightly as Jennifer turned to him. "Parties, stuff like that, Mrs. Armstrong."
"But Chuck, that doesn't seem unusual."
"Sandy and Ellen," he scratched his head and twisted nervously on the sofa, "They're not just goin' to parties. They organize 'em. Sorta like orgies, if ya get what I mean."
"Good Lord, th - that's impossible!" she said in a high- pitched voice. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, and she watched the boy in shock as he stood up from the sofa.
Chuck Miller thrust his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. "Well, Sandy and Ellen, they're really close. Y' might say, Mrs. Armstrong, that they like doing things together. Not exactly orgies, mind ya, that's too strong a word, but pretty near it."
"You know, Chuck, I think you're just making all this up," Jennifer smiled. "I don't believe a word you've said. I should know my own sister and brother, and they're just not like that."
I suppose," he chuckled. "But they, well they do things your mom and dad wouldn't approve of."
"Tell me, Chuck, does it have anything to do with marijuana? You can be open with me. After all, I'm only a few years older than yourself."
The sight of Ellen's sister clothed in only the thin blue robe that showed the sensual outline of her smoothly uplifting breasts had clearly excited him, and he clenched his fist over his chest, fighting within himself over the lust that was building in his adolescent body, and trying to suppress the bulge of his cock between his legs from becoming too obvious. "Yeah, that's part of it," he regained his composure somewhat. "But ya can't let your parents know about it. Geeze, Sandy and Ellen'd kill me."
"Well, it's certainly the kind of thing teenagers are going through these days," she said philosophically.
Chuck Miller looked relieved. He moved across the carpeted floor and sat down on the end of the sofa closest to her, propping his feet on the coffee table and lighting another cigarette. Jennifer watched him uncomfortably, wishing that he would leave so that she could begin the day as she had planned. She had to admit to herself that she was not too shocked at what he had told her. She was not so ignorant about the goings-on of the generation only a few years her junior that she was completely unaware of the dangers of marijuana smoking or the promiscuous activities that many young people were taking part in to be overwhelmed by this new information about Sandy and Ellen. She did find it difficult to imagine how her sister could have gotten involved with the Miller boy whose coarse manners and crude way of talking left everything to be desired. He just didn't seem to be her sister's type, but she reminded herself how things had changed since she had graduated from high-school. Teenagers were a lot more open in their attitudes towards drugs and sex, and, like it or not, she thought reflectively, their free-swinging, life-styles demonstrated this.
"Damn, y'know, I never imagined Ellen had a sister as pretty as you are, Mrs. Armstrong," the boy said, breaking her disjointedly from her thoughts.
Jennifer looked up.
"I mean," the Miller boy said, standing from the couch and pivoting onto the floor in front of her. "Ya got a body that'd turn anybody on, especially a guy like me!"
Nervously, Jennifer pressed back the long sweep of her honey- colored hair that curled over her neck, pushing it out behind her back. The boy suddenly stood directly in front of her, his face contorted into an expression of lust, his eyes, that reflected the glare of sunlight coming in the curtained windows, beaded on her loins.
"What ya doin' married, Mrs. Armstrong? Good, God, ya know ya could go places with a goddamn body like that!"
She flinched when he rested his hand on the back of her chair. She could see the slight swell of his balls filling his jeans and the protuberant bulge of his hardness pressing tightly against the blue denim.
"Good God, you're ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "I've never met anybody like you before!"
"That's what everybody says, Mrs. Armstrong. That's just what your sister said when she first met me. 'Chuck,' she says, 'I never met anybody like you.' But I ain't as bad as all that. I mean, was I being forward, I mean am I being forward sayin' I like a pair of big tits like yours?"
"Damn it! You're obscene!" Tears of outraged humiliation flooded her eyes. "Perhaps Ellen likes to be treated like this, but remember, young man, I am not my little sister!"
She rose from her chair, but the boy's hand gripped the back of her robe, catching her in mid-movement and spinning her around towards his face. Jennifer twisted from him, swinging the flat of her hand into his cheek and he fell back, his hand rising to the smarting blow. Jennifer's robe had come completely undone in that terrifying moment and she quickly pulled it shut over the large upstanding mounds of her breasts that jostled just inches from his face.
"I guess I better go," he said dumbly.
Jennifer nodded. "I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Mrs. Armstrong," he apologized. "It was that goddamn robe. You shouldn't be walking around in something as naked as that."
Looking down she noticed that the front of her robe had come open again, disclosing the deep cleavage of her widely-spaced breasts. One nipple protruded lewdly to the side, its rose tipped firmness completely exposed to Chuck Miller's obscene gaze.
Quickly, she thrust her hand to her chest, pulling the light blue cotton over her lust-inciting nakedness. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that hung over the sofa: her long blonde hair fell in a brightly shimmering halo around her face, appearing slightly mussed from the struggle with the boy; her robe was a bit daring, she realized, noting the curve of her hips that pressed tightly in a gently undulating line against the loose fabric. She turned to her sister's boy friend, attempting to think of something to say that would soothe the tense situation, but nothing came. Even if he had tried to seduce her, it was clear that he had been provoked by her sensuous appearance, and she was partly to blame for all of this. Still, she thought, there were limits and he had boldly transgressed them, having assumed that Jennifer was as loose with her affections as her sister.
The boy turned from her and pushed through the open screen door. Jennifer Armstrong looked out the living room window as her sister's boy friend walked across the front lawn and slid into his sportscar parked in front of the house. Then she turned away from the harsh glare of the sun and faced the empty room. An odd odor filled the air, smelling familiar and yet strange to her sharpened senses, more like the odor of dying flowers - but no that wasn't it, it smelled like something human, something resembling the scent of bodies worked up to a fever pitch of excitement, which was clearly the odor of human lust.
Chapter 2
Things had occurred so swiftly that Jennifer hardly had time to reflect on what had happened to her. All she knew was that what had begun yesterday evening as a pleasant vacation with her brother and sister and husband was now turning into an ordeal that she wished would end as quickly as possible. She shuddered when she considered what Ellen might think when Chuck told her what had happened. Maybe the boy would be sensible enough not to mention it...but sensible he wasn't, she reminded herself. Dave, her husband, would be unable to comprehend the incident, and if he found out about it, she feared a confrontation between him and the Miller boy. Her husband who was a few years older than herself had never been tolerant about things like this, and over the past year he had become more and more disgusted with Sandy and Ellen's generation and and their constant demonstrations for this or that cause...
Jennifer's stomach dropped as she recalled the lewd bulge of her sister's boy friend's long thick cock throbbing beneath his jeans. Had it been her fault? Was she to blame for his obscene excitement? She remembered that she had stared rather curiously at his tight fitting jeans for a moment; in her half-dazed state she had scarcely been aware of what she was doing, and perhaps it had been that that excited the Miller boy. She didn't know. The touch of his hand on the back of her neck had frightened her, and she had struck out blindly, not reflecting on whether he wanted to merely reassure her that his ill-mannered comments were not to be taken too seriously. Surely if this were the case he would have good cause to complain to Jennifer's sister about it.
She went into the bedroom again and changed quickly into a pair of white summer shorts and a halter. It was going to be a hot day, and barring any more unforeseen complications, she wanted to remain as cool and as self-possessed as possible. She sat down in front of the mirrored bureau and began combing out her long blonde hair with gentle swoops of her brush. It was already quite warm and she was glad for the air conditioning that she had snapped in the bedroom: cool wisps of refrigerated air played softly in her hair and blew gently on the nape of her neck, refreshing her and relaxing her somewhat. Her reflection mirrored back at her was beautiful, she had to admit to that. The rounded peaks of her high-set breasts stood up defiantly beneath the bikini bra, and she could look down through the canyon between them to the white-clothed "vee" of her loins, the slight mound of her pussy pressing softly against the tightly-covering material. She was proud of her startling good looks - and yet, she mused, it was the reason for what had happened only a few short minutes ago. If she had just been a plain-Jane none of the sordid things in the living room would have occurred. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't have gotten her husband Dave either rhythmic stroking of her hair.
At times she viewed her attractiveness as a test of her ability to cope with situations such as the one earlier with her sister's boy friend. Other girls were never bothered by the curse of being wanted just for striking beauty - they had something else to attract, something that came from within. But for the most part she had risen to the challenge, and had grown inside as a person, and she hoped that Dave had been aware of this when he had proposed marriage to her...
She had met her husband at a yacht club dance three summers before, and their attraction to each other had been immediate. He had been watching her all evening long, as she had been dating one of Dave's sailing team partners throughout the first two weeks of summer vacation and was not yet properly introduced to Armstrong. During an intermission at the dance Dave had managed to be alone with Jennifer and had coaxed her out onto the dimly lit patio overlooking Long Island Sound. Now, she recalled with startling clarity their first embrace and how his hands had brushed tentatively against her aching breasts. It had been unusual for her to give into him so easily, but she had known intuitively that somehow it was right, and that everything had been romantically perfect.
Of course she had been chased by other cocky young males before that evening with Dave, but they had all seemed so immature and had not really appealed to her. That spring and summer had especially been filled with young suitors. Her breasts had enlarged and full firm lines of her already well-developed body had taken on the voluptuous curves that for most men - as in the case of Chuck Miller this morning - had been hard to resist. On occasions, she had let them rub their bodies up against her clothed loins or touch her breasts through the cloth of her bra, but nothing more. It had aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always overcome this by strict concentration on the moral values her mother had drilled into her.
Her wealthy parents had sent her to the finest of finishing schools, supplementing her education with moral admonishments against petting and other evils that might lead to the loss of her virginity before marriage. And Jennifer had followed those ideals which had been instilled in her, deporting herself accordingly.
But things had changed that summer, she remembered now as she stared dreamily at the reflection of her face in the bureau mirror. That lovely July and August had been filled with moonlit swims and solitary walks along the Connecticut shore with Dave, and slowly she had learned to love and trust him. She admired his quick sense of humor, and his appealing boyish laugh, and was completely taken by his masculine good looks. Yes, he was all she could have asked for, tall and handsome and intelligent. She had caused quite a stir among his group of older friends in the small tight-knit yacht club group he associated with, and more than one of them had attempted to get her off into a corner, trying to get her phone number or a quick kiss. But her feelings had remained strong and constant for Dave...
She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but on several occasions it had been close. With all the willpower she possessed she had resisted his urgent advances, knowing that it was right for him to push her the way he had been doing, but also aware that if she had given in to his pleadings she would have lost all her self-respect.
Often to show him that she was not as much of a prude as he had suspected, she would let him reach under her sweater and massage her nakedly exposed breasts while they were alone on the beach or Dave's sloop for an evening sail. Once, while anchored in the middle of a secluded Connecticut bay, she drank too much of Dave's Jamaican Rum; they had layed out in their swim-suits on the open teak-wood deck, letting the flickering starlight play over their bodies, and he had run his hand over the smooth flatness of her stomach, touching softly at her bikini bra.
At that instant Jennifer felt herself more excited than at any previous moment of her life. She didn't protest when he pressed his fingers beneath her bra and unsnapped its halter, exposing the two succulent mounds to the shimmering moonlight. His fingers had seized one nipple and he had squeezed and kneaded softly at it until it stood out in rigid hardness. Warm tingling sensations of salacious pleasure rippled through her gently quivering breasts and spread out lewdly into her loins when he lowered his head to the full white flesh and began to suck.
"Oh, no Dave, pleeeeese," she had swooned uncontrollably, attempting to push him away, but really wanting him to continue his lewd ministrations.
Then she felt his other hand slide down across her heaving rib cage until it rested on the narrow elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Slowly, gently, he had insinuated his hand beneath the tightly clasping band until his fingertips made electric contact with the soft covering of blonde pubic hair around her already moistening pussy. She had squirmed, her thighs buckling upward but to push him away, but he had persisted.
"Nooo, oh no, stopppp, we can't!" she had moaned, knowing all the while that it was useless.
He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the swoosh of his trunks being pulled from his hips and suddenly a blunt fleshy pressure against the top of her thigh. It was his penis! She had never felt one before and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange touch.
She had been ready to pull away when suddenly his hand that still rested on the top of her pubic mound had probed down into her moist wet vagina. A lewd pulse of rippling sensation was sent up through her, and suddenly she felt frozen to the deck, her full rounded buttocks tilting up uncontrollably to rest her moist vaginal slit closer to his moving middle finger.
He had taken her momentary pause as a sign that she had given in to him, and he moved her hand over his long fleshy hardness, and with his own fingers he wrapped her hand around it. She clenched them warmly around his warmly pulsating length, hearing his barely audible groan through her gasping breath. She had no idea that his cock would be so enormous! It seemed her fingers would barely go around it. Instinctively, and without thinking, she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth and up and down the rapidly hardening shaft. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. He sluiced his middle finger in and out of her moistly dilating cunt, searching farther and farther up inside her still panty-clad pussy, stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen, and she was afraid she would split it and end her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she could do about it. The thrilling sensation racing through her loins was too great and pulsed too wildly to resist, and she relaxed her inner thighs to give him better access to her and at the same time increased the speed of her stroking on his thickly burgeoning cock. With each gentle stroke she could feel Dave's penis jerking into greater hardness, though a moment ago she wouldn't have dreamed that possible.
Suddenly, he had pushed up on top of her, his hands yanking at her panties. She clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his pulsating shaft between them. Dave had struggled to unwedge it and press the tip into the opening of her warmly throbbing vagina, but she knew she must wait even if she had wanted it as much as he did.
Jennifer rested her face in the cup of her hand now, feeling her eyes clouded over with a light mist, and she felt the moisture begin to seep down between her legs under the influence of her provocative recollections. She recalled how her boy friend had fought against her and how she had struggled back, inadvertently gripping her hand tighter around his hotly straining cock. Just as he had forced the head beneath the leg band of her bikini panties, and the hotly throbbing crown was poised precariously between the splayed-open lips of her cunt, she felt it jerk out of control. She had instinctively pulled harder until she could feel his rigid hard cock and its smooth rubbery head begin its warm orgasmic squirting.
Dave gasped. The hot thick stream spurted out in full force from it until her tangled blonde pussy hair was covered with warm wet semen. It flowed over the insides of her upper thighs, and rivuleted down between her legs to moisten the deck beneath her buttocks.
Jennifer's face was beet-red now, and she suppressed a sigh of childish embarrassment as she looked back at the image of herself keyed up to a feverish pitch of lewd excitement. She set down her comb and stood up from the dressing table. For some reason she found incidents such as this one as moving and provocative as any of the more open contacts with Dave when he had actually thrust his long thick cock up into her willingly waiting pussy after marriage. Perhaps it was the gently suggestive quality of those earliest moments that excited her - the thoughts of his penis spewing its sperm onto her thigh, and the recollections that she had tried to push him off, knowing that what they were doing was wrong made the memory all the more salacious. She recalled now how Dave had held her hand, pressing his head gently to her breasts, and muttering some vague words of apology for his failure, but it hadn't mattered. She had stroked the back of his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he continued gasping for several long minutes.
Now all that was over, and she and Dave had been married for two years. He had become deeply involved in his job as purchasing agent for a large electronics firm, and although she had found him more than satisfactory as a husband, there was something missing in their relationship that she couldn't put her finger on.
She returned to the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee from the pot she had left perking on the stove. She felt better now, and the encounter with the Miller boy didn't bother her as much as it had earlier. After all, he was just a kid, and probably acted in the same manner with all the women that he met. Her thoughts about her husband, which were at once both pleasant and troubling, had distracted her from the boy, and as she dragged from a freshly lit cigarette and watched the smoke curling slowly up to the ceiling, she felt a sense of tranquillity that was reinforced by a gentle summer breeze that swept through the kitchen window.
The sharp sound of a screen door slamming from the living room broke the silence.
"Hey, Jenny," the voice of her younger brother greeted her and the tall dark-haired teenager appeared at the kitchen door, "forgot to bring the lunch basket. Ellen at the guys are still at the beach. They were wondering if you'd like to join us."
She set her coffee cup on the stove and looked at her brother. "Gosh, it would be nice. But I'd really like to relax alone for a day or so," she smiled.
Jennifer's brother beamed at her and pulled the towel slung over his neck across his bare muscular shoulders. She felt proud viewing the good looks of her younger brother. His cream colored bathing suit accentuated perfectly the deep tan of his large chest and strongly built legs, and his thighs were encased in the skin tight material to where they showed the ripple of his abdominal muscles. Jennifer's eyes wandered to the large bulge of his maleness and she watched, unconscious of what she was doing, as he lifted one foot and placed it on top of the other, turning to face her, and the outline of his cock came into view defined clearly against his balls. God, she thought, it was happening again! Why couldn't she control herself! She would have to watch herself if she didn't want the same problem that had erupted with the Miller boy to occur again, this time with her own brother!
"Jenny, is something wrong?" her brother's voice broke through her dazed consciousness.
"No, I was just thinking," she said, and turned her head away quickly. "A friend of Ellen's dropped by earlier. Chuck Miller. Do you know him?" He nodded slowly, "He's been going out with Ellen for about a year now. What do you think of him?"
"He, uh, doesn't seem to be Ellen's type," she struggled to find the correct words. "He's sort of crude, wouldn't you say, Sandy?"
Her brother laughed. "That's old Chuck, all right. Not much on the social graces, is he?"
"I should say not!" Jennifer giggled, caught up in her brother's infectious laughter.
They stood across from each other, Jennifer leaning on the formica topped stove and her face catching the radiance of early afternoon sunlight. Their even facial features - the finely sculpted nose of Jennifer reflected in the classically formed nose of her brother and the high cheek-bones extending beneath the slightly wide-spaced eyes, created an appealing mirror image of two young people who were obviously brother and sister. Only Sandy's fashionably long black hair presented a contrast to the honey colored tresses of his sister, but even this stark difference suggested two halves of a complete whole.
"I suppose Chuck means well," he said. "It's just his way with people. You'd never know it from the family he comes from. Money, money, money. After you get to know him I think you'll form a better opinion."
Jennifer turned to the sink to offer her brother some coffee. "Not for me, thanks," he smiled. "Maybe a quick beer though. The kids will be waiting at the beach and I ought to get back."
He opened the ice box and withdrew a six-pack, setting it on the kitchen table between them. She watched as he pulled out one shiny aluminum can and flipped the top. The foamy liquid spouted out, and her brother pulled it to his mouth, the beer lining his upper lip with a frothy mustache.
"It's a little early to be drinking, don't you think?" she glanced disapprovingly at the six-pack. "Not that it's any of my business, of course."
Sandy glared at her, his face showing his irritation.
"I'm sorry," she said, and rested her hand tenderly on his wrist. "I guess I'm trying to be the protective older sister. You do understand, don't you, Sandy?"
He raised the beer can to his mouth and gulped. His eyes roamed over his sister's full firm breasts and traced a path across her midriff down to the slight suggestion of her pubic mound beneath the white cotton material of her shorts. "I bet Mom told you that we were giving her some trouble. Is that it, Jenny?"
Jennifer frowned. Again she felt uncomfortable, as she had earlier that morning with Chuck Miller mentally undressing her with obscenely open interest, and now she wondered whether her brother's lewd appraisal of her body wasn't something concocted by her imagination but was as real as her own heart that had begun pounding anxiously in her chest. No, she was jumping to absurd conclusions! But watching her brother, seeing his almost naked body clad only in his cream colored bathing trunks, she couldn't help but feel the same strange fascination and tantalizing arousal of sensual desire she had always felt for her husband, Dave. And with the same revulsion she experienced that morning, she tried to fight off those feelings. They had smoldered up so quickly and unexpectedly, even while she had been struggling against her anger at her brother's uninhibited gaze.
"To tell you the truth, your friend Chuck Miller has told me some things that are pretty upsetting. About pot, parties and things like that."
"Goddamn Chuck!" he fell back against the refrigerator and laughed. "He never keeps his mouth shut!"
"But you won't tell him I said anything, will you?"
"Why the hell should I? It's the sort of stuff you've got to expect from him."
"But I hardly expected you and your sister to be involved in pot! Drinking a beer at twelve-thirty is one thing, Sandy, but smoking marijuana is a serious matter."
He drained the can of beer and tossed it into the wastebasket at the side of the sink. "Look, Sis. There are a lot of things that you just wouldn't understand about me and Ellen. We're different, our lives don't go the same direction as your own."
"Look, little brother," she laughed bitterly, "I hardly think that twenty-four years old is standing with one foot in the grave."
"Yeah, but you were raised differently than me or Ellen. Mom and Dad had all kinds of old fashioned ideas when you were a kid. By the time that Ellen and me came around, they had learned better. You should see them now! Jennifer, you'd never believe how liberal they've become!"
"That's not the impression I got from Mom's letter. Do you think that she would have written me to baby-sit for you if she was as liberal and open-minded as you suggest?"
"Jenny, that's not the point. Mom feels obliged to do that. What would her snotty country-club friends think if she and Dad had taken off for Europe leaving us alone? You don't really think she expects you to...some sort of nurse-maid for us, do you?"
"I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you need," she shrugged.
"What's Dave say about all of this? Doesn't he think it's funny him and his wife baby-sitting for two grown-up kids?"
Again, beneath the surface of their argument, Jennifer could feel an underlying tension, an explosive charge to the way her brother was challenging her. She really didn't know how to handle him when he got like this, and she just wished he would forget the whole subject, but then she realized it was she who had brought it up. "Dave and I talked it over. He's of the opinion that you are not adults. Physically, you may be mature, but you still have the minds of children."
"Jenny, I resent that," her brother said sharply. "Dave hardly knew us before yesterday, and besides, how is he to judge our lives from his standards? He's like you, he just doesn't have any understanding of the situation."
He came around the table and put his arm affectionately around her bare tanned shoulders. Suddenly, she had the urge to hug and cuddle the boy, almost as if he were her own child. She wanted to hold him close in her arms and pull him to the fullness of her breasts, patiently explaining to him that he was a child yet and that he still needed the maternal care that her mother seemed to have forgotten to give him. But she knew that this was a foolish instinct. Her own marital problems with Dave during the past few months had made her more sensitive to her brother's need for mothering, and she was aware of her own desires for the love and affection that only a man could offer.
"About those, uh, parties," she stammered, turning her hazel eyes toward his face. That's something which really bothers me."
"Goddamit, Jenny, my social life is none of your business," he exclaimed, and he could feel his hand tighten on her shoulder.
"It wouldn't bother you, Sandy, if you didn't have anything to hide from me."
He spun around, and thrust his thatch of black hair out of his eyes. "What d'you think we're doing? Having wild orgies or something?"
His sister's eyes narrowed as she reflected back his anger. "That's what the repulsive Miller boy said. That's exactly what I'm thinking!"
He seized the picnic basket he had left beside the refrigerator and strode out the kitchen. She ran out behind him as he disappeared down the driveway and waved to him just as he was getting into the station wagon.
"What the hell is it now?" he shuffled back toward her across the gravel drive.
"Dammit, Sandy, can't we talk sensibly for a while?"
A moment later brother and sister were seated on lawn chairs facing across the wide sloping grass behind the house. Jennifer's eyes were reddened with tears, her face half-hidden from his own. From time to time her fresh smoothly complected face changed expression from puzzlement to open exasperation when Sandy, who had always confided his most intimate problems to his older sister, told the young woman of the activities he and Ellen had been involved in over the past year. She couldn't help but feel interested in the details of the wild parties that he and Ellen had been having; yes, she had heard about the orgiastic gatherings that young people were participating in that usually involved pot and free sex, but she had never in her craziest dreams imagined that her own sister and brother would have taken part in them.
"And so, we kinda get together and do what we feel like," he intoned, and smiled slightly. "We smoke a little grass, and then let things happen."
Sandy slid his chair alongside Jennifer's and thrust his knee against the firmness of her outer thigh. She could feel it push almost rhythmically against her, indicating to her the extent of his excitement. It was evident to her that he had become aroused by telling her of the parties; she could tell by the way he was breathing deeply in short gasps, and how his nudging leg pushed more insistently against her own as he went on with his story. She found herself wondering whether his penis was hard. She knew she shouldn't have such thoughts, but they came automatically, and if she drew her leg away from her brother's, it would be clear to him that she sensed his excitement.
"...after everybody is real warmed up we separate into different bedrooms. Lots of times I pick up anyone I can," his voice droned on mechanically, catching Jennifer's imagination in its hypnotic monotone. "And then we do stuff like touch each other with our mouths, like if I'm really turned on I'll suck a girl's pussy - " "What!" Jennifer's voice resounded in a gasp of shocked surprise.
"Goddammit, Sis, you wanted to hear all of it."
His sister drew a cigarette from the pack he had left lying on the grass and lit it from the ember of Sandy's that he held up to her face. She dragged deeply, then nodded for him to continue.
"Then she'll usually do the same to me. Things get wild when you have two chicks at the same time. Can you imagine it?"
Jennifer glared at her brother but she didn't say anything. She swayed back and forth slowly, her mind a-blur with images of her brother making lewd oral love to some anonymous woman. It was something she could not fathom, something light-years beyond her own knowledge and experience. Often Dave had wanted her to take his hard erect cock between her lips and suck it, but she had refused even though she had known there was nothing wrong with doing it. But the very concept of her brother going to bed with two girls at once, or two men having her sister for that matter, filled her with a tingling sense of dread. "I - I just don't know what to say," she sighed, feeling his knee pressing with increasing firmness against her thigh. "It's really incredible, Sandy. How can you permit yourself to sleep with two girls at once! It's absurd, it's actually uncivilized!"
"Christ, Sis, what did you expect?"
"I - I don't know. When we were in high school, we did some petting, things like that," she said.
"Most people are sucking and worse than that, baby," he said in provocative tone. "Man," his face reddened. "You can't imagine what it's like, having two girls in the sack at the same time. God, it's fantastic!"
Despite herself, Jennifer felt a warming sensation softly tingling in the tips of her breasts and spanning out in her lower abdomen from the obscene descriptions her brother was making of the parties he and their younger sister attended. For the second time that day she had the feeling that she was no longer in control of her most intimate thoughts: her mind had been teased and titillated by constant erotic suggestions, and she felt her vaginal area begin to moisten warmly against her will to resist further arousal.
"Most people were doing it when you were in high school," her brother said in a low almost hissing voice. "But you just didn't realize. If you've never sucked a man, you don't know what it's like, or for that matter, if Dave has never kissed you between your legs, it's impossible to know how great it feels." He watched his sister's large upswinging breasts heaving rhythmically in her steadily mounting excitement and said, "Tell me, do you and Dave, well, do you suck him off?"
Jennifer leapt up, her swift movement knocking the aluminum chaise lounge onto its side. She stared down at her brother sprawled out in his chair, the erection beneath his bathing suit totally obvious bulging stiffly against the tight beige cotton. God, it was frightening! Her mind raged, her vision blurred, and her thoughts spun wildly with the reckless images of lovemaking it had conjured up.
"Sandy," her voice was weak and trembling. "This is impossible. I don't think we should talk about this any longer!"
He lurched right in front of her. Both sister and brother stood silently facing one another now, their eye's staring confusedly into each other's face. Yes, Jennifer thought, this is right, this is more like the brother and sister we should be, friendly and loving, but not lusting as we were a minute ago. Suddenly the bright July sun fell behind a cloud and the thick green foliage and long sprawling lawn behind the Jackson house was swept into shadow.
Chapter 3
Dave Armstrong arrived at the luxurious Connecticut home from his day of golf late that evening just as the summer sun was setting. Jennifer sensed immediately that her husband was in one of his bad moods that had become more frequent during the past few months, and she made him a drink and sat down beside him in the patio by the swimming pool, watching him as he read through a long letter that had come in the mail that morning. She had noticed the envelope was postmarked Richmond, and she had known instinctively that something was wrong.
As he read with a somber expression through the letter, she looked up at the dome of fading blue sky that was irregularly broken up by the branches of a large oak tree rising from the rolling lawn. The underwings of a brilliantly yellow and black Monarch butterfly passed across the field of her vision; it seemed such a fragile insect, so tragic in it's momentary splendor of light and color. She too felt a sense of her own beauty that was both transitory and all the more breathtaking since it too survived a mere instant and would one day fade and disappear, without memory, perhaps without leaving a trace of its existence. The thought of her breasts and her thighs never having tasted life to its fullest - and this thought had been provoked by the tales of wild youthful abandon that Chuck and Sandy had hinted at earlier - was almost unbearable, and for a moment she almost regretted having married so young. Yes, she loved her handsome red-headed husband, and from all outward appearances she and Dave had an admirable relationship. Yet something was missing, something that she could not define, but knew should be there but had become lost after their first few months of marriage. Dave had become so absorbed in his job during the past year that they hardly had time for those moments of intimacy that were indispensable in a relationship. His lovemaking had become an almost mechanical chore that he performed as much out of a sense of duty as through a need for passionate fulfillment.
"Looks like we're gonna have some trouble with the Hastings account again," he said, not raising his eyes from then correspondence laid out across his lap. "He called off the contract with Wallace Electronics, which means the whole goddamn sales program has got to be revamped."
"Which means?" she toyed gently with a strand of his red hair, pulling her chair closer to his own.
"I don't need to tell you what happens next. I'll stay here another coupla days, but I'll have to be back in Richmond on Monday or Tuesday. Good thing I won't be away for more than a week or so."
"Dammit Dave! This was going to be our first chance to spend some time together in more than a year!" she looked at him sulkily. "You will be back soon, please tell me you will, honey!"
He shrugged his large shoulders noncommittally. "I can't say anything for sure, but you better just stay put with the kids. No telling what kind of hell might break loose if they're left alone for even a minute."
Dave Armstrong pulled his chair away from his wife and slumped over in silence. A light breeze blew over the line of shrubbery behind the young couple, playing in Jennifer's long blonde hair. She could feel her husband's coolness to her, his almost rude refusal to acknowledge her desire to be close to him. She felt the urge to leave him alone to his thoughts, but she knew she couldn't; whatever was going through the man's mind couldn't be forced out by pouting, and she would just have to put up with his moodiness until he got over the bad news which had arrived so unexpectedly.
"Anyway, we've got a few days together. That's better than nothing, isn't it, Dave?"
He swallowed his drink thoughtfully. Looking at him, Jennifer couldn't help but admire the muscular thickness of his arms and the broadness of his shoulders. Although he was several years older than his wife, he was not much less youthful-looking than a man in his early twenties. Yes, Jennifer thought with a slight pulse of desire coursing through her loins, he had kept that athletic fitness of his early manhood, and indeed, he reminded her of her own brother. Perhaps that was why she had reacted so strongly to the sight of her brother dressed in his skin-tight bathing trunks earlier that afternoon. If she did have some forbidden feelings for her brother, Sandy, they were easily explained by the fact that real similarities did exist between the two men.
Her husband rose from his chair and walked to the edge of the swimming pool in front of him. "You know, I've put a helluvan effort into making things go well with the company. Then some goddamn thing like this comes along and messes up business entirely."
He turned and faced the mirror-like pool before him, the ember of his cigarette reflecting on the surface and punctuating the glow of sunset now changing the turquoise hue of water to deep amber.
"Relax, you still have time to enjoy yourself before you go back to Richmond," she said weakly, but his angry look silenced any further reassurances she might have given him.
She left her chair and without saying anything more to him withdrew to the house. From the kitchen window she could still see her husband silhouetted in front of the swimming pool. Couldn't he see, wasn't he able to understand she wanted to make love? Sometimes he was so damned stubborn, she nodded her head; he got wound up in the electronics business, not realizing for a moment that she had her own more physical needs and desires that demanded fulfillment.
In the guest room she changed into the sheer translucent blue nightgown she had purchased just before they had left Richmond. She had saved it as a surprise for Dave, and now she wondered if he would even notice. But there was no reason that she should have these misgivings about her body. A glimpse of her curvaceous figure with its voluptuous lines of youthful abundance as the soft light from the bedlamp shone upon it assured her that it was he, her husband, at fault. Maybe she had not made herself clear to him, she pondered; perhaps in her desire not to appear over-anxious to make love she had made the mistake of seeming disinterested. It was obvious, though, that others had not needed coaxing, she had seen how Chuck Miller and even her own brother had been irresistibly drawn to her that afternoon, and she knew for a fact that they had been aroused by the vision of their lewdly bulging erections.
Dave entered the bedroom and looked around the room before snapping on the overhead light. "It's dark. Why did you shut off the light?" he demanded gruffly.
She sighed deeply. No, he didn't see; how could he see with his head in the clouds, his mind full of debits and withdrawals working like a efficient computer. "I - I thought you were coming to bed," she answered contritely.
He undressed slowly with his back to her, and Jennifer watched, fascinated as always, while he pulled off his slacks and set them neatly on a hanger in the closet, then unbuttoned his shirt and drew off his tee-shirt and jockey-shorts. Yes, she still become excited looking at the boyish curve of his buttocks beneath the tapering line of his athlete's torso, and she wondered if she wasn't somewhat over-sexed having thoughts like this.
He lay down naked beside her in bed, closing his eyes immediately. A few moments later he had fallen asleep. No, he hadn't noticed, her mind raged; in his distraction he had forgotten even to kiss her goodnight, and now he was lying with his back to her, his chest heaving regularly as he fell off into a deep sleep.
Jennifer lay with the sheets pulled off her and a gauzy strip of moonlight shining across her body. Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as she recalled each of his gestures that had shown his indifference to her, and again she cursed the job which seduced her own husband away from her...
After several minutes of restless tossing and turning, she got up from the bed and went into the kitchen. It was past one o'clock and she hadn't managed to feel in the least drowsy. She opened her parent's liquor cabinet and withdrew a bottle of Scotch, pouring herself a half-glass full of the brown-colored liquid, and moved to the sink filling the remainder of the glass with water. At the kitchen table she lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply and sipping on the whiskey that made her feel almost at once relaxed. After a time she returned to the liquor cabinet, pouring herself an ample second drink.
She stared into the glass as though it were a prismatic cylinder of crystal through which she could perceive the past and future, musing sadly on how her husband had treated her, and how her brother and sister had changed so drastically since she had last seen them. Distant voices seemed to accompany her imaginings, forming a counterpoint to her thoughts; dreamlike, she found herself following those voices, then suddenly she realized they were real. She glanced up at the kitchen clock: it was after two, almost four hours since she had gone to bed.
She padded across the tiled kitchen floor to the door that led onto the patio, opening it quietly.
The voices that were coming from behind a row of bushes to the side of the patio were almost unrecognizable. The first realization of what this meant - two voices out there so late at night which could have been Sandy or Ellen or either one of them with someone else - flooded through Jennifer at that moment. Holding her breath, she slipped to the edge of the patio. Ellen's voice said distinctly: "You have such a lovely cock. It's so big, so hard... oh, Lover, every time I see it I want to suck it, and suck it, and suck it... " Jennifer fell back against the door in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Good God, what had Ellen been doing here, and who was she with? She couldn't believe that her sister would perform such a debasing act on anyone, it was impossible to understand! The very word, the concept itself, sent a chill of disgust down the length of her spine. It was a perversion; something only the dregs of humanity participated in.
"Put it in between your lips," she heard Chuck Miller's voice say, low and moaning. "Oh yeah, God yes, that feels good."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh, yes, baby, suck it, succcck!"
Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling an incredible dryness in her throat as she listened. She wanted to turn and run from the filthy exclamations, erase the vile sounds that were bubbling from her sister's throat, but she couldn't. She felt drawn to them, and she inched softly against the patio until she had approached the edging of the bushes. There she could make out the naked forms of her sister lying on the grass above Chuck Miller, her head pressed down against his naked loins and her long dark hair flowing against his stomach. A beam of moonlight caught the figures showing clearly her sister's face with her cheeks bulging from the fleshy invasion of the boy's long thick cock up inside her mouth. God! It was obscene watching her there with her hair falling over his balls and stomach and hearing both of them groaning so lewdly as the pagan ritual continued.
Ellen raised her head from the shadow of the boy's loins, and she adjusted her weight so that her knees pressed firmly against the sides of his slightly raised buttocks. Her pretty heart-shaped face upturned into the moonlight, her face contorted into an expression of obvious lust.
"Dammit, Ellen, why did you stop?"
The girl laughed and ran her hand over the flat heaving plane of his belly. From where she was standing Jennifer could see the firmly upstanding length of Chuck Miller's huge penis jutting just below the white sheen of Ellen's gently swaying breasts; God, Jennifer thought, it looked monstrous, its head mounted fist-like atop the rigidly stiffening pole.
"Are you crazy, baby?" her sister chortled lewdly. "I'm not going to let you have all the fun. Before you come you've got to suck my pussy, do you wanna do that?"
"Oh, God, yes, yes!"
"Then look at it, sweet," the girl spread her legs wide, arching herself back on her squirming buttocks so that the mound of her cunt was directly in front of his face. "Look at it all juicy and ready for you to suck. It feels, yes it feels good, throbbing and wet, waiting for your tongue."
"Christ," was all the teenager could manage to moan.
"Go ahead. do it, lick it, suck my pussy. Run your fingers and your tongue all around it, oh, I want you to make me feel gooood."
No, this was incredible, Jennifer's mind churned, she must run, she couldn't stand here and watch! But she stayed bolted to the terraced floor, holding onto the large trunk of a pear tree that grew alongside the patio from the garden. She couldn't move from the depravity of the scene even though she knew that it was insanity to remain watching the two of them any longer. She was hypnotized by what she saw and heard and suddenly felt as though all her self control had been voided from her and a new lewdly fascinated part of her being were called forth from the dark depths of her unconscious.
She watched as her sister rolled over on her back and the boy hunkered up on his hands and pushed slowly forward until his mouth was directly in front of her sister's nakedly exposed hair-lined cunt.
Despite herself, Jennifer had to admit her sister was a provocatively attractive figure now laid out as she was beneath the lewdly toying tongue and lips of her boy friend. She gazed in wild confusion at the enchanting form spread in sacrifice on the smooth jump of grass before Chuck Miller. He had worked the girl up to a fever pitch of excitement and Ellen's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture - her glassy lust-smoked eyes staring up into the starry night. Chuck placed himself in position over her erotically gleaming thighs, his face just a few scant inches from the soft pubic mound above. His hands reached out to just below the gently rising and falling plane of her belly, and his thumbs lay pressed into the moistly glistening outer flanges of her vaginal lips. Jennifer sucked in her stomach with a gasp, feeling an unwelcomed sympathetic response as the boy's thumbs caressed for a moment and then pulled outward softly, parting the soft pubic hair and exposing to his lustful gaze the moist red slit of Ellen's vagina. The dainty bud of her clitoris Jennifer could imagine throbbing into hardness across the brief space of grass and then hedge, and Jennifer trembled fearfully as she realized how near she was to the lust inciting scene.
Chuck's head thrust forward, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the raw little nub of nerves at the top of Ellen's loins. The girl's body jerked at the first electric contact, her stomach heaving fitfully now as slowly his tongue began to lick lightly at the rapidly moistening slit, her full white thighs suddenly clamping spasmodically around his head in a tight vise-like grip. Her buttocks began a smoothly undulating rhythm, gyrating in salacious response to the lewd ministrations of his probing tongue. Soft moans of obscene animal pleasure issued out of Ellen's wide-open mouth, merging with the hoarse grunts coming from the Miller boy as he continued flicking his tongue up between the young girl's softly quivering legs.
Suddenly the sounds stopped and the boy raised his head, placing his hand on one of Ellen's fully curving tits. "Fuck dammit, I wanna fuck ya," her boy friend's voice said in a fiercely demanding tone. "I can't wait no longer... Christ, I gotta do it now!"
Jennifer's sister pulled up and looked into his face. "Oh, yesss put your big prick in my cunt, please fuck me good, Chuck, baby... !"
Jennifer watched as the boy rolled on top of her sister, his hand holding the shaft of his long fleshy cock so that the thick turgid head prodded softly against Ellen's widely splayed cuntal lips. The girl opened her legs wider to permit him easy access to her overly willing cunt, drawing her hand around Chuck Miller's waist, and beckoning him to penetrate her. He levered up over her, one hand outstretched and supporting his torso on the grass while the other swirled the hotly throbbing penis around and around in a lewdly tantalizing motion, jerking it back and forth playfully against Ellen's warmly moistening vaginal opening.
"Yes, oh yes, lover, ahhh, stick it in, put in your cock, your prick - arrrgh, fuck me nowww!"
Jennifer could feel sweat flow freely on her body now, beneath the folds of her transparent blue nightgown. She rested her body against the tree, not knowing what she was doing or why she was doing, only aware that she wanted to enjoy what she was doing and what was going on in front of her, though her will should have fought against it. Down between her tightly clenched thighs her warmly wettening pussy was tingling, trembling as it had never done before. She didn't understand it, it was beyond the realm of her comprehension. As though in a dream, her own hands began to slide down her violently shaking torso, caressing her hotly tingling flesh and exploring her own body as she never had before, as though she had never known it before. The motions of her fingers and hands were accompanied by low suspirant moans coming through the bushes, a counterpart of her own salacious probings. Her hands began to involuntarily massage the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the excitedly heaving mounds.
She paused, her hands releasing her quivering white breasts for a moment, and raised herself up over a low rock wall separating the patio and garden from a small space of grass, and silently slung her body onto the low sloping lawn directly behind her sister and her boy friend. Here she could relax and stretch out her body into a position of rest. She turned onto her stomach, bunching up her sheer nightgown over her hips so that it cupped in soft folds over hips, and she pressed the achingly yearning mound of her clitoris tightly into the soft blades of grass beneath her.
From her low-lying position she was able to see them, but Chuck and her sister were placed in such a way that she was inaccessible to their gaze. She watched as the Miller boy raised himself over Ellen, the white flesh of the boy's buttocks looking monstrously obscene as they began plunging smoothly up between her own sister's wildly spread loins. One last vestige of puritan disgust raced through her tortured consciousness as she watched the boy begin a slowly rocking motion over the cock-impaled girl below him. God, it was obscene, Jennifer thought, but she was enjoying it! Her own husband's refusal to make love to her earlier that evening had pushed her into a state of shame and humiliation, and now her broken pride welcomed her further debasement. Chuck Miller withdrew slightly, the thick shaft of his turgid cock pulling out several inches then thrusting warmly forward again, stopping at the end of its stroke to languish deep, deep inside her.
Jennifer's hands coursed down below her full quivering breasts until they planted themselves at the curly soft tangle of her pubic hair. She could feel the grass below her hand grazing against her skin like a thousand tiny fingers and the moisture drenched flesh of her vaginal lips dilating against her palms as she drew her narrow cuntal slit open, exposing the lips of her softly pulsating pussy to the cool night air. With a groan, she inserted her middle finger into the tightly clasping hole, worming it slowly inward in a motion that imitated the rhythmic skewering of Miller's cock up into her sister's wide-spread cunt. Yet the fire burned more fiercely there, flickering in tiny lewd flames of desire deep into her lust-inflamed vaginal passage. She inserted another finger, drawing up her knees so that she lay with her smoothly curving ass-cheeks high in the air. Then, she began undulating her buttocks in time to the thrust and counterthrust of Chuck Miller's hips that echoed with a smack of his thighs against her sister's through the still night air.
The vision of their locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked mindlessly to and fro, pushing back on her knees against her fingers, screwing them deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. She could see his wetly glistening cock ramming its way up into her younger sister's convulsively clasping cunt, sinking through the soft black pubic hair like the huge trunk of a tree. Ellen's gasps mounted steadily in volume and fury, punctuating each of the boy's rapidly skewering plunges, and suddenly, without knowing it, Jennifer's own incoherent moans followed suit, mewling low in obscene sisterly harmony. "Ooooooooh."
"Oh, yes, fuck me darling, yeeees, harder, do it like that, oh shit, fuck, oh screwwwww me, do it oouuuuu!" Ellen's depraved voice chimed in as Jennifer's raised in volume.
Jennifer continued to plunge her fingers into the moistly sucking lips of her pussy. God, she thought, she wanted everything that her sister was having, she wanted the repulsive adolescent to fuck her too, but for the moment she was satisfied with her fingers and hands as an obscene substitute, and would have to pretend that a real cock was burrowing its way warmly up into her searing cuntal passage. Yes, she knew she had needed something to displace the urge to fuck Dave, who had so cruelly shunned her an hour before. Her eyes sealed themselves on the writhing form of her sister who now curled her legs out over the boy's wildly pumping back, thrusting her ankles around his gyrating buttocks like a rodeo-rider on a bucking bronco.
Christ, Jennifer thought, I want to scream! What in God's name is happening to me! That boy screwing my sister looked so repulsive to me this afternoon with his acne-scarred face and his obscene lecherous eyes, but now I know I should have let him have me... I was a fool, Lord what a fool! God, look at him sticking it into my sister and she has such a lovely cunt, my own sister, and such pretty little tits with hard little nipples that stick up like flowers... and Chuck, he has such a lovely cock, a precious cock. COCK, I love that word, I'll say it softly "cock," his "prick" - she mouthed the words as she watched the undulating bodies through the skein of bushes - my finger, it feels like a smooth fucking prick, it feeeels gooood, oh, godammit, why doesn't someone come and fuck meeeee!
Almost brutally she cupped her breast, slipping onto her side. She milked viciously at it, squeezing hotly at the tender nipple with a crazy animal-like abandon as her other hand thrust its middle finger with moistly sluicing strokes deep up into her wildly throbbing passage. Now the knowledge that she was doing wrong blanked from her mind and she was gripped by an obscene fever to make more terrible her own self-debasement. She could hear the lewd wet sucking sound of her masturbation merge with the sibilant sounds of passion coming from behind the bushes, the voices of the madly fucking couple no longer muted but groaning loudly as the two of them were swept forward on a wave of unbridled lust.
"Uh, uh, uh," her sister intoned, her hands accompanying her clutching feet on the Miller boy's wildly pummeling buttocks.
As if this weren't enough, the boy snaked one hand down below Ellen's smoothly pounding ass-cheeks and, finding the deep crack between her buttocks spread wide open, thrust his middle finger suddenly to the second knuckle in her puckered anus, causing her feet to jerk erotically in the air between them, her toes curling spasmodically against the skin of his own tensed buttocks. Jennifer watched on, continuing to plunge her own middle finger into her hotly pulsating cunt, as the obscene teenager turned his finger around and around up inside her sister's nether passage. She worked her pussy faster and faster, as the boy's finger wormed slowly forward... "Arrrgh," Ellen groaned. "Fuck me, oooooh, stick your finger in farther!"
The boy shoved another finger punishingly into her anus, sinking both all the way up to the palm of his hand. Jennifer watched her teenage sister's face cloud over, her mouth opened to expose her gleaming white teeth. The girl jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the grass, seeming to want to escape the cruel invasion of her rectum, but her face expressing obscene delight at the defilement. Miller had timed it well, and rammed his pelvis forward with fury, driving his long cruel penis deep into her widely flowering depths. She lurched back, pulling his smoothly gyrating buttocks down toward her with her ankles and raising one hand from behind to pull his face down upon her opened lips.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jennifer's sister moaned between salavious gulps at the boy's wetly splurging tongue which was thrust like a second hot thick cock inside her mouth.
On the other side of the bushes, Jennifer's hand moved away from the gently heaving mound of her breast and slipped down behind her tensely undulating buttocks. In desperation, she slid her middle finger up between the open crevice of her quivering ass-cheeks, feeling a rush of pain-pleasure as she pushed through the tight rubbery hole to her first knuckle. It hurt, but strangely it felt good at the same time, and she pretended she was being fucked from in front, feeling the throbbing pulse of her other hand's middle finger through the thin membrane that separated the two passages from each other.
In front of her, through the bushes she could see the two writhing bodies lurching lewdly out of control. Her sister's head beat with metronomic regularity on the mound of grass behind her head, matching the lust-inciting rhythm of Chuck Miller whose machine-like- cock-thrusts continued to batter into her nakedly exposed ass-hole and wildly jerking cunt. The two of them are mere children, Jennifer thought, as she finger-fucked herself from in front and behind, and yet their fucking was almost timeless, yes, out of time and part of some terrible pre-human memory echoing the bestial coupling of an archaic unconscious past...
"Oh yes, yessss," her younger sister squealed, upturning her wildly bouncing buttocks as the boy jammed his middle finger more fiercely up into her cruelly plundered ass-hole.
"Do you... like it... baby... to fuck... like this?" Chuck's gravely voice gasped between heaving pants of lust.
"Oh lover, yes, oh you fuck good, I love you, you fucking bastard, fuuuuuck, stick your finger in harrrder, oh Christ, yessss!"
The two prone copulating figures were approaching their climax now. Their bodies rolled monstrously to and fro, tossing on the slope of soft grass and setting up a loud ruckus in the bushes that brushed against their young bodies, naked and exposed in the moonlight. Jennifer's own half-naked full-breasted body splayed out to the side just a few feet from them but still well-hidden by the hedge, the middle finger of her right hand frantically working her clitoris and then plunging into her rapidly contracting and dilating cunt while she continued the vile impalement of her tight rubbery ass-hole with the middle finger of her left hand. "Screw me, Chuck, screw harder!"
Jennifer could almost make herself believe it was she saying that instead of her sister. She ground harder and deeper, quivering insanely under the pressure of her own lewd finger-fucking and gasping for the immediate release. It couldn't be happening, but yes it was, they were all cumming together, and yes, it was monstrous, but she loved it, and wanted more of it!
Ellen screamed. "Aaaaarg!" and then again, "Aaaaarg, I'm cummmming! Oh, God... keep on! Ugggghhhh!"
Then came Miller's sharp cry of delight as he lurched forward, the first waves of his hotly spurting cum steaming geyserlike into the obscenely writhing girl. "Ohhh, yesss!"
As if by remote control, the dual orgasms of her sister and boy friend sent Jennifer into an uncontrolled spasm. She lurched backward, her thinly covered breasts dancing lewdly in the moonlight, her fingers still cleaved into the splayed open lips of her passion- drenched cunt and circling rapidly around her rectum, and her lips contorted as the earth seemed to open up beneath her. Her face turned crimson as she felt it coming, coming with a blinding rush - her whole body vibrated and then the white hot juice gushed from around her frenziedly working fingers, covering her hand and running down onto the soft matting of the grass below. She could feel it streaming in tiny rivulets down the inside flesh of her quivering thighs, and moistening her bended knees. As she relaxed into the final throes of her orgasm, she could hear the two of them, their last gasps of dying lust vanishing into the darkness.
Jennifer lay in the grass for a while with her nightgown pulled over her smoothly rounded hips, her buttocks still gently swaying in the chill night air. She was unable to bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her thoroughly satiated cunt and ass-hole until the last dying throbs had stilled her body. She heard her sister and Chuck Miller whispering as they rose from the grass behind the hedge and padded softly across the patio into the darkened house. A light flicked on in the kitchen, and suddenly she remembered having put it out, almost as an unconscious gesture, as she had left the house when first hearing the strange sounds more than an hour before. Slowly, she drew herself up, her fingers slithering wetly from her finally satiated cunt, and she crossed the patio in the summer moonlight.
She heard Chuck Miller's sports car pull out of the driveway, but she waited a few minutes before entering the kitchen. Tomorrow, tomorrow, she would begin to sort out the scattered jig-saw pieces of the confusion that had become her life. But a feeling of guilt and shame filled her now. Nervously, she straightened the soiled blue folds of her nightgown, teardrops forming in her eye as she recalled that she had bought it for another less perverse occasion. And now it was ruined, soaked with her own frustrated juices of lust and stained from rolling on the grass. But her sense of pride in her own beauty overcame that sadness with a low internal rush of outraged indignation. Yes, her husband had caused her self-debasement, had humiliated her into masturbating herself into obscene satiation. She brushed the tears from her eyes, a welcome desire for sleep gliding smoothly through her tortured and confused mind, and entered the house.
Chapter 4
Three days passed. Jennifer was surprised that she had suffered so little from the events of that second night at her parent's home, but she supposed she had overreacted to her husband's coldness to her. She was perhaps overanxious to judge her younger sister and brother as well, as her own lustful performance that night surely indicated that she herself had not yet learned to deal with the depths of her own sensuality. But her mind was bright and optimistic on this morning of the day on which Dave, her husband, was to leave for Richmond. She rose just as the sun was breaking through the blinds in the guest room and dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast before the rest of the family awoke.
Still dreamy-eyed she gazed across the length of the sparkling white kitchen, her eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning light. She heard the toilet flush in the guest room, and she assumed that her husband had already gotten up. Yes, she thought, as she opened the refrigerator door and withdrew a carton of eggs, setting them on the stove, she would have an enjoyable week with Sandy and Ellen. She suspected that her brief separation from her husband might be a healthy change for both of them; she still suspected that his lack of interest in love-making was due to his preoccupation with that Hastings contract, and she preferred to stay out of his hair until this crisis was over. She started back when she heard a soft feminine voice from behind her.
"We're up a little early, aren't we?" her sister said in a sleepy voice.
Somewhat startled, Jennifer turned and stared at the young girl. Clad in the black tight-fitting bikini which Ellen seemed to wear from morning until night, the girl was the picture of ripe female sexuality; Jennifer had never seen such a small bathing suit, even at the Richmond Country Club where she and Dave were members. The brassiere straps were no more than a quarter of an inch thick, barely string ties, and the tiny panties were caught in the smooth cleft of her pussy, almost as though she were wearing nothing at all!
"I thought I'd get a head start on the day," Jennifer smiled awkwardly, "if Dave's to be off this afternoon, I might as well be done with these damn chores."
Her sister raised one small delicately formed hand to her full sensual lips and yawned. If Ellen Jackson was as voluptuously attractive as her older sister, she was also a contrasting version of that same alluringly provocative sensuality. Everyone always joked about this little "black sheep" of the family, whose petiteness contrasted with the statuesque figure of the blonde Jennifer. While the older girl was the incarnation of classical beauty, her younger sister, with her long silky black hair and darker skin, exuded a fulsomeness that was emphasized by her ripely swelling young breasts that stood out in their full splendor next to her tiny wasp-shaped waist and lushly curving hips. The pretty younger sister slipped into a chair behind the table, brushing a wave of raven black hair away from her face.
"Damn! I forgot he was leaving so soon," Ellen said. "Isn't there some way to keep him away from his lousy electronics for another week?"
"I'm afraid the world of high finance calls," Jennifer spoke with a forced cheerfulness. "It's the kind of thing you've got to expect in Dave's business."
Ellen grinned. "I s'pose, but if I was you, my dear sister, I wouldn't put up with it!"
Jennifer broke an egg into the porcelain bowl atop the stove, then broke another and another, and began whipping them frenziedly. She didn't appreciate the way her sister constantly poked her nose into her marriage relationship, but she hesitated in telling her this for fear it might provoke an argument. The egg splattered carelessly onto the young woman's sheer white blouse, and she cursed herself under her breath for her anger, dampening a cloth at the sink and spotting the stain until it was removed. "My, we are agitated this morning, aren't we!" her sister leaned back in her chair and giggled, the deeply tanned mounds of her almost naked breasts jiggling in her laughter.
Jennifer shot Ellen an angry glance. She could feel her sister's eyes focusing on her smoothly curving buttocks beneath the tight white summer shorts she was wearing, and suddenly she felt hot all over and terribly uncomfortable. Her earlier cheerful mood was fading rapidly, and she sighed in discomfort, sensing that her brazenly audacious sister was deliberately trying to provoke her.
"Is Sandy planning to make it up for breakfast?" she asked, turning from the stove and observing her sister's bare midriff with obvious disapproval.
"He had a late night out down at the beach," Ellen replied. The girl looked curiously at her sister. "Is there something wrong, Jenny? Ever since you arrived here with Dave I've had the feeling that the two of you have had some problems."
Jennifer froze. "Nothing that a short vacation won't cure," she poured the beaten eggs into a frying pan. "I suspect it is you and Sandy who are having the larger share of difficulties... growing pains, I guess you might call it."
Ellen clanged her spoon loudly against her saucer, and extended one tanned arm across the table to the pot of coffee. "OK, I get it. I'll drop the subject."
A large pale disk of sun shone through the kitchen window. It was going to be a long day, Jennifer thought, and if she was going to get through it without another calamity she might as well avoid all possible conflict. Despite her irritation, she liked her sister, yet she still felt disarmed and uncomfortable with Ellen this morning. The strange look her sister had given her buttocks, yes, and the way she had eyed her breasts and legs without the slightest inhibition, almost as though she were appraising her body and judging how it would look with a man on top of it - God! It was odd, and she knew she was being silly thinking this way, and yet? - Breakfast ready?" Dave's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway. He came in, wearing a large smile, a pair of green and black plaid bermuda shorts, and a form fitting knit shirt. He crossed to where Jennifer stood at the sink, patted her affectionately on the buttocks and then sat down at the table. His eyes moved in what seemed to Jennifer to be open lasciviousness over the smoothly tanned body of her younger sister, then he turned to Jennifer.
"Jenny, are you going to pick up those slacks that needed altering?"
She nodded. "I thought I'd leave right after breakfast, I've got some shopping to do and I'll probably be out of the house until late morning."
Dave Armstrong hummed cheerfully and poured a cup of coffee. His pale gray eyes playing over the opulent curves of Ellen's body, he reached across the table and grasped his sister-in-law's hand. "Looks like you're going to be out in the sun today," he laughed deeply. "Oh how I wish I were a kid again!"
"I wouldn't worry about that, old buddy," the girl returned his suggestive smile. "I like mature men. I get tired of the same old silly boy friends. They lack something - Chuck included - don't you think?"
Jennifer cleared her throat and set the platter of scrambled eggs onto the table, dishing out a portion for her husband, and then pushing the large remaining portion toward Ellen. In spite of herself, she shot the girl another glaringly cutting look, but the precocious young teenager barely seemed to notice. Jennifer sat down at the head of the table and raised her coffee cup. "Do you know what time you should be at the airport?" she turned to her husband.
"The plane leaves at five. I'll leave here early in the afternoon," he shrugged.
She drew back in her chair, the rounded tips of her gently rounded breasts pressing softly against her white summer blouse. "I suppose I should start on some of those chores."
He faced Ellen and said, without replying to his wife, "And what do you plan to do while I'm gone?"
"Oh," she gulped down a large forkful of scrambled eggs. "There's the pool and beach parties every night. Don't worry, Ellen will have a gay old time just hanging around the house!"
He refilled his cup. "I sure wish I could join you, but... perhaps when all this contract business is settled... " "I shouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours... there's a lot of shopping I've got to do for the week in town. Is there anything else I can pick up for you?" his wife interrupted.
Dave and her sister looked up and laughed, both shaking their heads and smiling into each other's face. Jennifer turned abruptly to them and nodded a curt goodbye, then left the house. God, she had never seen anything like the way the two of them were flirting right in front of her like that! She blinked in rage as she spun out the kitchen door. Then she stopped. In her anger she had forgotten to bring her purse and she turned back to the kitchen. Through the window she could see her husband and her sister laughing, and she watched as her sister stretched her hand across the table and tussled Dave's thatch of red hair.
"I seem to be interrupting something," she quipped when she re-entered the kitchen and retrieved her purse from the counter beside the sink.
Again laughter. The gleaming white kitchen seemed charged with electric particles of energy given off by Jennifer's rage and the husband and sister-in-law's salaciously lascivious glances they exchanged with one another. Again, Jennifer moved out the door, brushing tears forming on her lower eyelids, and headed for the station wagon.
Downtown she did her shopping in a listless daze of inattention. She trod through the supermarket, her head pounding from the fluorescent glare of overhead lights, her thoughts far removed from the task at hand. Had she been reading things into the way Dave and her sister were acting or were they actually interested in each other? Her nerves had settled since those first inauspicious two days at her vacationing parents' home; yes, she had wanted to forget her husband's coldness to her, and she had especially wanted to be rid of the memory of her own masturbation while Ellen and her boy friend had been fucking each other, but now that whole disgusting dilemma had flared up again. The man in the vegetable department looked at her strangely as he weighed the green-beans and carrots she purchased; the elderly woman at the cashier's desk smiled oddly when Jennifer scooped into her purse and set a fistful of change on the counter. Did it show that easily, was it obvious to everyone that she was emotionally upset?
She picked up Dave's slacks at the tailor's and returned to the station wagon. No, her mind pounded, she was too damned tired for any more shopping today... The throbbing headache that had begun in the supermarket was worsening, and she lay her head on the steering wheel for a moment, attempting to collect her thoughts. There was no doubt that something was wrong, that something was going on between her husband and her sister, she thought now as she reviewed the coldness with which he had been treating her for the past several days, yet she was still unsure of the extent of his interest in Ellen.
"Anythin' wrong, lady?" the leering face of the parking lot attendant poked through the window of her car. She pulled up and looked at him confusedly. The attendant's eyes glued on the tight white shorts she was wearing, and he scratched his face, shrugged his shoulder, and sauntered off across the gray asphalt parking lot. She looked after him, again sensing the strange uneasiness of not knowing whether it was she or the rest of the world that was acting crazy, and started the car.
When she returned to the spacious grounds of her parents' ranch-style home, she noticed the screened kitchen door slung carelessly open and dirty dishes laid out across the dinette table: true to form, her sister had left her the chore of cleaning up after breakfast. Finding herself thirsty from the warm late-morning sun and her trek through the shopping center, she opened the refrigerator, taking out a quart container of lemonade. She carried it to the drainboard, took a tumbler from the cupboard and poured it full. Just as she raised it to her lips, the low musically high-pitched sound of girlish laughter reached her ears. It seemed to be coming from outside the window to the right of the sink, from the direction of the pool.
Frowning, Jennifer moved sideways to where she could look out through a slit in the closed taffeta curtains. At first she saw nothing; the section of the pool's placid blue water that she could see was deserted, and there was no one on the half-moon patio, although a towel rested on a chaise lounge to the side of the green- tiled terrace. But then a head bobbed up on the near side of the pool, the laughing face hidden by thin wet strands of jet black hair. A hand appeared to brush away the hair, and Jennifer, recognizing her sister, frowned. She should have been expecting Ellen to be enjoying herself like this, although it seemed odd that her sister should be squealing so loudly all by herself.
She turned from the window, but another, deeper voice called her attention back to the pool. There was a frothy splash of water from behind Ellen, and then the immediately recognizable head of her husband surfaced from behind the girl, spouting water from his mouth and splashing seal-like as her sister treaded water, floating back toward him. Jennifer stopped. Yes, she might have expected that as well: Dave slashing and cavorting behind Ellen, descending and surfacing now on one side of her, and then on another, and she frolicking beside him, acting more childish than her sixteen years. Jennifer was glad the distant neighbors weren't able to see the two of them horsing around like that, what with the high green shrubbery walling off most of the rear yard from view.
Dave plunged deep in the water, his tanned body fading out of sight, and Ellen wriggled and laughed as he rose in a white swirl beside her.
"For God's sake!" the girl exclaimed, resting her hand on his shoulder and moving the water lightly with the other. "What was that?"
"What?" Dave grinned in mock innocence.
"You know what I mean!"
Ellen looked at him, her expression turning serious, and still treading water with her legs, floated around in front of him and placed her two hands on either side of his shoulders. Then Dave's head dipped forward, and Jennifer saw her husband's lips meet the girl's, clinging there for a long moment. Jennifer gasped. She had thought from the way that the two of them had acted toward each other earlier that something was amiss, but she had never anticipated this! The scrambled bits and pieces of images and emotionally inflected hints she had received during the past few days now began to assort themselves into a frightening whole: but again she knew she should have expected as much. If Dave had, for one reason or another, been dissatisfied with her, then his sister-in-law Ellen, Jennifer's own sister, was certainly an easy mark for his wandering affections. Still, there was something lewd, and even incestuous about the way the two of them suspended in the translucently blue water of the swimming pool caressed and kissed each other. The reality of what was happening slowly began to sink in, and Jennifer felt her legs begin to shake, her lips trembling fearfully in shocked revulsion.
Then her husband and sister broke apart. "Jesus Christ," Dave sputtered, back stroking away from the girl, his muscular chest surfacing above the water.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, I liked it," circling back again, approaching from the rear and placing his hands on her shoulders while his feet pedaled in the water below.
"And there's something else," she turned her head to the side.
"There is?"
She reached over her shoulder and pulled his large hand in her own and drew it forward over the water-slick whiteness of her full firm breasts.
There was a moment of silence, then Dave breathed softly as his fingers reached under the cup of her bikini bra. "Damn!"
"Nice, aren't they?"
"Good Christ, what a pair of tits!"
"Do you want to suck them?"
Jennifer's husband submerged behind her sister, re-emerging in front. He laughed and shook his head, the water droplets slinging from his matted red hair and splattering her face. The girl dog-paddled forward, the white splash of water foaming back into Dave Armstrong's face. Then both heads dipped under, a dilating circle expanding from where they had been. Jennifer stood in abject horror. Oh God, no! She thought; no, this can't be happening, not her husband,not her own sister, not this, it couldn't be happening!
The two faces emerged, Ellen's then Dave's at the edge of the pool so that Jennifer could not see the lower portion of their bodies. "Do you know what you're doing?" Dave gasped, his head swaying to the side.
Ellen licked her full moist lips. "Lover, can trust me." The girl looked at him curiously, then wriggled her body a bit closer. "What's this?" she asked throatily.
Dave's voice made an unintelligible sound from below the pool's edge.
"It feels funny. Long and smooth, sort of like a rock or something."
Dave's eyes bulged. "Mmmmmmm. Do you want to see it, touch it up close?"
"Yes, I'd like that, I think."
He rested one hand on the edge of the pool, and Jennifer knew in one horror stricken instant as she stood frozen and fascinated at the kitchen window that he was removing his trunks, pulling them off underneath the water.
"Good Lord, oh my," Ellen breathed as she released her other hand and seemed to support herself on Dave's lower torso.
"You like? Is it hard, is it big enough for you?"
The girl giggled and sighed. "It's enormous. It's like a big, round tree trunk!"
"Goddammit! Ohhh, you shouldn't do that!"
"Mmmmmmm, it's getting harder now. It's even longer!"
Dave pulled away from her, his expression turning from salacious interest to confusion. "You know, we shouldn't be doing this."
"What's the matter? Afraid the wife will get jealous?" Jennifer's sister chided.
"You can bet your life on it!"
"Well, just a little touching and squeezing your nice thick cock won't hurt anything," she purred, bobbing next to him.
"I suppose not," he grunted. "Here, let me take your panties off."
Jennifer felt an insane pressure building, building inside her temples until she thought her head would burst open. This was incredible, unbelievable. She watched as the girl squirmed next to him, his head bobbing below for a moment then rising, a look of deep pleasure coloring her sister's face. No, no, her brain screamed, and her blood pulsed harder, her heart pumped harder; now she saw through her husband, the stark reality of her own husband coveting her younger sister and salaciously touching her exploded like a burst of ripping shrapnel into her face. It was too much for the young blonde woman to cope with; her whole world was monstrously torn apart and she wanted to pull away but it was impossible, her eyes still glued on the gently swaying forms of her sister and her own husband...
Dave's lust-quickened voice was breathing, "God, oh Dammit, Ellen, it feels so gooooood!"
"Do you want to cum in my hand?"
"Yes, oh Christ yes!"
"Do you like being jerked off in a swimming pool?" the girl's shoulder could be seen moving just above the edge of the pool.
"Oh, Ellen, I don't maybe we shouldn't... yesss, keep it up, keep it upppp!"
Her sister let out a shriek of teasing laughter. Her head dipped and she dove under, her body trailing a stream of bubbles and surfaced at the far side of the pool. Jennifer's husband followed, flashing across the sunlit water, churning it to foam with scissoring kicks of his long powerful legs.
"Now I've got you, you little prick tease!"
But as his hands came down through the water to grip her waist, she fell belly forward; squealing and laughing his sister-in- law evaded him for several long minutes, finally letting him seize her as she came to rest beneath the diving board. He lifted her up, into the air, her completely naked body kicking out of the water. For God's sake, this was obscene, Jennifer's mind raged. Streams of water ran down her sister's voluptuously rounded breasts, past the full rose- colored nipples and pink aureoles along the smooth tanned curve of her belly to the raised wetly glistening mound of her cunt. Suddenly, with an energetic thrust of her hands, Ellen wrenched away from Dave again and leapt onto the pool ladder. Dave followed quickly, and now Jennifer could see that he too was totally naked, his long red-fleshed penis bobbing lewdly in front of him as he chased the sister-in-law across the lawn. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they were heading in the direction of the guest room outer door. At this point she just didn't want them to see her here, it would be too much for her to bear!
She heard them banging around noisily against the furniture in the bedroom, their pants and groans echoing obscenely through the house. God, how she wished her brother was here at this moment, if only to comfort her in her pain and anguish, but evidently he had gone out while she had been shopping.
"I'll show you, you silly little bitch!"
"Oh, you will," bursts of laughter came from the bedroom, "do you think you can push me around like this?"
Again, laughter. Jennifer crept slowly up behind the hall door to the guest room, all the while her mind telling her to leave. The door was cracked partway open; and now she could see the naked forms of her husband and sister, Ellen seated on the edge of the bed and Dave crouched down on the carpet, his hand seizing her legs wide apart. Seated the way she was, with Dave below her, she began to move her legs apart, exposing to his lust-incited gaze the moistly glistening lips of her young hair-lined cunt. Her sister's heavy lidded eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, and she leaned back on the bed to rest on her hands, her hugely set breasts pushed skyward. She thrust her hips forward and slowly undulated her pelvis so that the smoothly rotating mound of her pussy was raised within inches of the man's lustfully gaping face.
Dave watched, hypnotized, his mouth only inches away from the moistly spread pussy flesh, his breath quickening as he pressed in closer. Ellen's own heavy breathing could be heard and her voice suddenly cried out: "Now, do you want to do it, or are you still scared my dear little sister might not like it?"
The man grunted and lunged forward. The abrupt electric contact of his lips against the gently pressing cuntal lips, and then the lewd pressure of his long wet tongue spearing into her softly throbbing vagina sent another wild spasm through the girl's body.
"Ooooooh," Ellen moaned. "Ooooooh, that's gooood, lick me more, yes lick me more!"
He burrowed his head in deeper, moving his face around and around, his tongue flicking obscenely up and down, over and around the wet hair-lined slit, pausing at the rapidly hardening bud of her clitoris to lick at it tantalizingly, and to bring it into excruciating erection.
In a wild animal-like response to his probings, Jennifer's sister arched up her torso, lifting her legs out and clasping her ankles back firmly against his bending neck, imprisoning his obscenely bobbing head between her full tanned thighs. Her hips undulated lewdly in slow ovalling circles, moving in the age-old rhythm of copulation, gently, slowly at first, fucking with his tongue as though it were his cock pressing wetly against the hotly pulsating opening of her cunt, and then faster and faster, as she pulled herself to an upright position on the bed and tangled her small hands into his mass of thick red hair, urging his face deeper into her writhing pussy.
"Yes, fuck me with your tongue, suck like that!" her sister mewled, her mouth contorted and her hands digging tortuously into his hair.
"Mmmmmmmgh," he groaned and wormed his tongue deeper between the warmly clasping vaginal lips that sucked sensuously out around his madly plunging tongue.
The girl lurched back, her roundly straining thighs cupping and uncupping rhythmically around his slaving head. "Oh God, yes! Yes! I'm cummmmming, Dave Darling, I'm going to cummmmm!"
Jennifer's mind spun in an insane frenzy, her eyes fixed on the lustful scene being played out before her in her own bedroom, not believing what was happening, but watching incredulously as her sister lurched up, the girl's hands wrapped fitfully in Dave Armstrong's hair. The hypnotic spell Jennifer had been under now was broken by the ecstatic cry coming from her sister's mouth. She turned, casting one last agonizing look through the cracked door, then moved down the hallway. Tears coursed down her rose-tinted cheeks, and she ran unseeingly through the kitchen, and pushed throough the opened screen door. The sun struck her like a fierce bludgeon, hammering in the reality of what she had just witnessed: yes, he had kissed her down there, her own husband had dared to lick his tongue around the lips of her sister's cunt, something she had never permitted him to do during the entire two years of their marriage. She slid into the front seat of the station wagon, sitting there immobilized with shock and tried to gather her thoughts...
* * * Ellen Jackson lay back on the bed, her eyes closed, feeling the last waves of tingling sensation flicker through the wetly spread lips of her palpitating pussy. She had never experienced such ecstasy with a man sucking her pussy like that. In the past year she had learned a lot from Chuck Miller - how to suck his lovely cock and make him feel good swirling his tongue around his throbbing shaft - and she loved Chuck's energy and the lusty way he did things to her, but he was no match for her sister's husband. Dammit, he was good all right, so good she couldn't believe it.
She sensed Dave Armstrong's weight press up on the bed next to her, then felt his hand pressing against the softness of her thigh. His face was a flushed crimson, his lips pouted slightly and his eyes glazed over in lusty anticipation of what he would do to her next. She looked down to his belly to where the round bulbous head of his cock thrust upward, the blue-veined underside of the angry red shaft throbbing gently as he squirmed over closer to her. God, but it was huge! It waved monstrously against the coarse red hairs of his belly, pulsating hotly as though it had a life of its own.
"We're not finished, are we?" he said hoarsely.
She moistened her lips. "Mmmmm, what do you want to do next?"
He reached to her hand and placed it on his hotly pulsing cock. Responding immediately to the gesture, she snuggled down until her eyes were directly across from the monstrous cock. She studied it carefully, her gaze lighting on the huge blood-filled head that seemed to be growing and swelling even larger with desire. She extended a finger, and stroked the fleshy ring below the rubbery smooth crown, her fingernail touched lightly at the heart-shaped underside beneath the cap, and the throbbing penis leapt to her touch.
"Jeezus!"
Ellen scraped her fingernail down the entire length of his sperm-inflated hardness, and then curled her hand around its base.
"Mmmmmm," Dave heaved. "Dammmmmmn!"
His sister-in-law sat up on one knee, directly to the side of his hip and began massaging his still stiffening cock with one hand while the other slipped down his thigh until it cradled the tender softness of his balls in her gently kneading fingers. "Arrrgh, uhh," he panted as she jerked her hand up and down over his hardened fleshy shaft in perfectly timed strokes, her thumb and forefinger flicking lightly at the lining of circumcision just below the cock-head. His buttocks raised lightly on the mattress, quivering in response to her fingers that squeezed the sperm-swollen sac of his balls, and writhing lustfully as the girl increased her pressure and speed on the tightly flexing rigidity of his cock.
"Yes, that feel good, doesn't it?" she licked her lips.
Suddenly, Dave pulled up on his side, facing Ellen who was still crouched on her knees beside him. He gripped one hand around her back, drawing her down until she lay spread on her back before him. Then, he turned, and raised one leg over the smooth whiteness of her belly, and slid all the way up her slippery perspiration-soaked body and finally straddled the full rounded mounds of her breasts. Dave could feel the tight bulges squeeze out under the cheeks of his buttocks as he sank down on them, pushing them down to her chest. He looked at the full length of his hotly pounding cock standing straight out from his naked belly, with the blood-engorged head just a few scant inches above his young sister-in-law's mouth.
"Oh, what an absolutely perfect cock you have, Dave, it's huge!" Ellen said, crinkling her nose in delight.
A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down and rubbed the underside of the cock-head in a slow teasing circle around Ellen's open lips. Her tongue licked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head of his lust-swollen cock. A thin string of lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing cock up into her mouth. But Dave laughed at her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and the underside on the semen-soaked ridge beneath.
"Now it's my turn to play with you!" he looked obscenely down at her.
"Yes, Dave, I love these games, do whatever you want to me!" she said, enraptured by the throbbing length of his penis.
He grunted and pushed forward, at the same time time seizing her long raven black hair with his hands and pulled her head off the mattress. A momentary expression of fright crossed the young teenager's face. God, it was even larger than Chuck's, she thought as she assayed its thickness again. He thrust forward, the blunt moist cock-head pushing in through her lips and pressing warmly against the insides of her cheeks, not giving her a chance to even reject the obscene intrusion. Instinctively, she began to suck, drawing her lips tightly around the rapidly palpitating head on the instroke and fluttering her tongue along the swollen ridge of his hardness when he withdrew. She could feel his coarse red pubic hairs tickling lewdly against her chin as he thrust smoothly up into the deep wet cavern of her mouth, and the tingling sensation incited her further, causing her to clasp her lips more tightly around his hotly skewering penis. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, and rivuleting in a tiny circle of wetness on the outside of her warmly sucking lips.
"Damn, Damn," her brother-in-law moaned above her, his thrust more furious now. He arched up over her, his knees settling down into the mattress on either side of her head and his hands pulling her face so that her mouth appeared to be one long fusion of his semen-bloated cock. He could feel his balls brushing obscenely against her chin, slapping tantalizingly against her skin as he plunged wetly in, and sending an electrifying sensation up through his warmly burrowing shaft that intensified with the momentum of each of his long smooth strokes.
The girl gurgled and swooned beneath him, her passion building steadily in fury. She pushed one of her hands down beyond his sensuously undulating buttocks until it rested in her lust-moistened pubic mound, sliding down farther until her middle finger parted her softly quivering vaginal lips. She stroked wildly at herself, working her fingers in a frenzy around the wetly sluicing pussy, fingering the rising bud of her clitoris, and dipping a finger, then another into the warmly clasping vaginal passage. Yesss, her mind droned in its heat of passion, she liked touching herself like this and sucking on that long thick prick that tasted so sweet and wet with her own moistness and glistening with the moisture that mixed with her warm saliva; oh... yes she loved sucking his cock like this, it was such a lovely prick, and felt so fine rubbing the way it was against her cheeks.
Now as he levered up over her, his knees pressing against her hair that spilled out in long black strands over the bedspread, her brother-in-law could feel it coming, his sperm building in his rapidly ballooning balls. And she continued to suck and draw, suck and draw at his cum-inflated hardness, his penis straining with each thrust he made up into the girl's hotly clasping mouth. He groaned as he felt her tongue fluttering teasingly just below the lust-turgid crown of his cock, feeling the tip stroking gently up and then more firmly against his wildly palpitating pleasure-center. He turned sideways for a moment, just moving his head so that he could see Ellen's fingers skewering in and out of her hotly gushing cunt, the vision spurring him onward into greater spasms of lust. The thought that he was fucking into his sister-in-law's mouth fused with the image of Ellen working her fiery cunt lips and finger-fucking into her wildly sluicing passage as though her middle finger were another cock, and he let out a deep agonized groan that merged with the obscene smacking sound of his sperm-bloated balls slapping against her lewdly bobbing chin.
"Good Christ!" he moaned, shoving his stiffened ramrod another quarter-inch forward.
Ellen sucked and licked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the moistened cap as it plunged inexorably into her throat, and fucking herself with three fingers that were now implanted in her warmly seeping pussy all the way up to the palm of her hand. She could feel his tautly pumping buttocks brush obscenely back and forth on the swaying mounds of her breasts as he rose and dipped over them, her hard erect nipples touching each of his ass-cheeks with each downward movement he made over her quivering breasts, and this drove her onward, her mind reeling with the buffeting assault on her nakedly reclining body.
"Oh," she mewled through her lips that clasped and unclasped rhythmically around the full pulsating length of his long fleshy shaft. She could feel her second orgasm coming now, flickering out in hot spasms through the walls of her wildly palpitating cunt as she finger-fucked in and out of herself, her cheeks tightening obscenely around the lust-maddened cock that fucked in and out of her mouth in a violent flash of ecstatic sensation that rippled up through her loins and into her nakedly squirming belly. She sucked and sucked, willing it to end and groaning out around the lewdly thrusting cock as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around her viciously rummaging fingers up inside her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips clasped tightly around the top of her hand and down the insides of her quivering thighs.
At the same time, her brother-in-law heaved and groaned above her flailing head and rammed into her tightly ovalled mouth more violently, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. The recurring thought that he was screwing into his own wife's sister triggered it, and his cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of cum deep into her mouth. Feeling her gulp automatically, swallowing the sweet pungent male cum hungrily as though to fill her entire being with the remains of his lust, drove him onward into his final spasm and he drew his entire rocking frame over her, plunging his hotly disengorging cock almost perpendicularly down the gasping girl's throat.
A thin stream of viscous white semen rivuleted down the prone girl's chin, pooling obscenely on her neck. She continued nibbling gently at the quickly deflating cock in her mouth as he stroked her hair above, whispering softly to her as he slowly withdrew.
They lay quietly side by side for a long time. It had happened so unexpectedly, so spontaneously, Dave thought, that he hadn't had time to consider the impact of what they had done. Well, this afternoon he would be flying to Richmond. During the week in Virginia he would try to put himself in a composed mood and figure out what the consequences of his adultery with his sister-in-law might be on his relationship with his his wife. He turned to his side and looked at the girl lying beside him. She smiled, her face guiltless, her eyes half-closed, gazing blankly up at the ceiling.
Chapter 5
A moment after Jennifer had come outside and slipped into the front seat of the large station wagon, Chuck Miller's sports car drew up in front of the Jackson's ranch style house. In her confused state of mind, she had hardly noticed when the teenager, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, had walked up the drive.
"Jenny!" he stood back on the lawn. "Is your sister home?"
She pushed open the station wagon door and nodded slowly. The boy came up to the car.
"What in hell's the matter?" he exclaimed, looking into her face. "Jenny, you don't look so good."
She slid to the side of the front seat, gesturing to the boy to sit down beside her. "I-I don' t know exactly how to say this," she whimpered as he pushed behind the steering wheel where she had been sitting. "It's - oh, Lord, it's too incredible to be true!"
The boy frowned and withdrew his cigarettes from his jeans pockets. He held up the pack, offering her one, which she took in her shaking hand. "What's the matter, Ellen sick or something?"
She lit her cigarette from the one he held in his hand. "Oh, Chuck, if only that were so! No, they... oh, you wouldn't believe what I've seen!"
Her sister's boy friend ran his hand over his face in confusion. "Believe what!" he said hoarsely. Christ, I can't understand what you're talking about!"
"Do you know where my brother is? I've got to find Sandy."
"Probably at the club. There's a diving tournament this afternoon." He moved closer to her.
She felt his knee pressing against her lower thigh, and she pulled away from him. "I'm all upset. Chuck, please don't come near me like that!"
Miller stopped, frowning.
"In there... " she pointed to the house. "I just saw my own sister and Dave, just now, I... have to tell... Sandy... he has to help me."
"Maybe I can give you a hand," Miller responded, throwing the girl a long lascivious look, "but you have to tell me exactly what happened."
Jennifer gulped. "Oh Lord, they were naked, and she had... him... making Dave hard... and," she moaned, the remembrance filling her with a horrid dread. "He did terrible things to her."
Miller cleared his throat, beginning to breathe harder. "Look, this is no place to be. Why don't we go over to my place. You can tell me the whole story as we drive."
Jennifer nodded limply. Moments later, the long white station wagon was moving through the almost deserted streets of the suburban Connecticut town with Chuck Miller at the wheel.
"I-I couldn't believe it. They were like mad people. He chased her, and threw her down... they went from the pool to our bedroom! She spread her legs like some slut and begged him to... " "Fuck'er?"
"Oh God, don't say that vile word, don't say it that way! But no, it was worse," she leaned her head against the car window, her lips trembling. "She begged him to kiss her down there, yes... and he did it, oh, it was awful!"
Miller felt his cock leap up against his jeans. "For Christ sake! She didn't, my little Ellen, she wouldn't do anything like that," the boy feigned disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Chuck, I'd forgotten how attached you are to her. But it's true!" The station wagon drew up in front of a large two-story colonial frame house set back in a grove of tall oaks. The boy stepped out of the car and went over to Jennifer's side and helped her out.
"Good thing my parents aren't home this week," he said as they walked up the gravel path. They're on vacation in Vermont, so we have everything to ourselves."
She smiled weakly and followed him into the spacious living room.
"Sit down on the couch, Jenny, and let me get you a drink," the boy said, disappearing into the kitchen.
Jennifer Armstrong dropped down on the plush red leather sofa and withdrew her handkerchief from her purse. She looked at her in face in the small compact mirror she always carried with her, noting where the mascara had smeared her eyelids from crying, and she daubed her handkerchief lightly on her cheeks until the lines came off. She was glad Miller had asked her to come to his house; in her insane state of mind there had been no telling what she might have done if she had been left alone... She felt sorry for him too... although his own private loss was nowhere near as great as her own, they had both been brought together by the obscene adultery, which, as far as she knew, was still going on back at her parent's home.
"I can't believe my girl Ellen doing something like that," Chuck said, returning from the kitchen with two tall Scotch-and-sodas. "I mean, she's wild and all that, but she just isn't the kinda girl to mess around with her sister's husband."
Jennifer raised the glass he handed her to her lips. It seemed strange accepting a drink from a mere nineteen-year-old, but she was thankful for the cooling liquid that went down smoothly, relaxing her almost immediately. "I don't know what I should do," she circled one finger around the lip of the glass. "Dave leaves for Richmond this afternoon, but I just don't think I can face him after what's happened."
His eyes narrowed. "It's all simple, real simple," he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, feeling his penis throb and harden in his pants as he studied her. "We can't let them get away with it. There has to be some kind of reprisal."
Jennifer searched his eyes for meaning and was frightened by the lecherous grin in them. "What... what do you mean?"
"C'mon, Jenny," he said slowly. "For God's sake, whose fool are you, anyway?"
She felt the insides of her belly turn and a shiver crept the length of her spine, sending a cold clamminess through her. She realized now that she had been a fool to come with him to his house; his parents were away and it gave the boy the perfect opportunity to do to her as he wished, and he really didn't seem to care whether or not Ellen, his girl friend and her own sister, was letting her husband do sordid things to her. No... all that seemed to matter to him now was whether Jennifer was angry enough to seek a revenge that gave him his own satisfaction.
"I'm talking about the easiest kind of reprisal," he gloated at her. "You don't think they'd expect us to sit back and twiddle our goddamn thumbs while they're having their fun, do you? What do you think your husband would do if he caught you in the act?"
"That's not the point," she shook her head wearily and finished her drink. But slowly she was beginning to see that he was right and that Dave would not only have made sure that he had avenged himself, but would have attacked whoever she might have been making love to as well. But this didn't change things. It was entirely different for her to consider committing adultery with the boy sitting next to her, for even if she was justified in doing it, she didn't feel she could bring herself to even touch the teenager who was pushing closer to her on the couch right now. She turned her face to him, and suddenly he didn't seem quite as repulsive as he had the day she had first met him. "Two wrongs don't make a right," she said. "I'm not like Ellen; some slut you can... " Her words were broken off as Chuck placed his hand on her leg, and as she watched his fingers stroke her bare thigh her body jumped and her heart leapt into her throat. She slid her buttocks against the back of the couch, pulling away from her sister's boy friend as far as she could, but still he followed. "I-I think you should stop that, Chuck. Things are complicated enough, aren't they?"
She squirmed backwards again, her buttocks sliding firmly against the plush cushions that felt comfortably soft against the bare inner flesh of her lower thighs. She tightened her legs together, trying to stop the low flickering warmth of desire that pulsated with a disturbing insistence. Her entire vaginal area seemed to flower out and moisten slightly between her tightly pressing thighs, and she reached nervously for her drink and discovered that she had finished it.
"Get you another?" he stood up and grinned cockily.
Jennifer handed him her empty glass and closed her eyes, hearing him go into the kitchen again. She could feel the scotch she had already imbibed going to her head, and it felt warmly soothing to her frayed nerves that had taken so much shock and excitement that morning and the past few days. Slowly, she blinked her eyes and for the first time she examined the living room that was arranged with colonial furniture and adorned with several large land and seascape paintings. An expensive looking Persian carpet was spread out on the floor in front of her, and a large oak-paneled stereo was set back between thick organdy drapes that gave to the room an air of dignified if luxuriously indulged-in-good-taste. Yes, her brother had been right, Chuck Miller did come from money, but it was a mystery to her how he had managed to affect such a crude appearance and downright crude manners, considering his background. Once again, she thought it amazing how her sister could have chosen the sallow-faced boy as a lover, but in view of Ellen's obscene performance at her home, Jennifer began to question her sister's sanity and good judgment, not to mention her husband's ability to conduct himself with even a semblance of moral responsibility.
She was too confused at this point to make any firm decisions about what she should do about their marriage, but she thanked God that she and Dave had no children that might suffer through the crisis. Yes, she thought, divorce was more than a possibility, but the very concept of a complete separation from Dave, who represented security and even family was repugnant to her. Jennifer's rigid moralistic upbringing, which had evidently been spared upon her younger brother and sister, had trained her to consider divorce as an admission of total failure; adultery was one thing, but divorce, she believed, represented a complete negation of the institution of marriage. How old-fashioned and removed from present-day reality these notions of hers seemed! And yet they held her in good stead through lesser crises and she relied on them now to carry her through this period of emotional turmoil.
She jumped as Chuck Miller entered the room unexpectedly. She did not hear him coming and in the remoteness of her thoughts, she had forgotten for the moment that she was sitting in his living room waiting for him to bring more drinks.
"Let me finish this," she said, pointing to her refilled glass, "and then I'll have to go. Might as well admit that the problem just won't fade away after a couple of drinks."
"But the booze makes ya feel better, don't it?" he studied her.
She frowned.
"Thought any more about getting even?"
"That's your kind of justice, Mr. Miller. I prefer to handle things in a civilized fashion."
The boy played with the ice cubes in his drink. "Come off of it, Jenny," he drew alongside her again, resting the palm of his hand on her dimpled knee. "There ain't no other kinda justice than this. Just think about it. Dave sticking his long fat cock between your sister's lips. Just remember how Ellen looked when the old boy got down between her legs and run his tongue up and down over that hot little pussy, and you wanna talk about bein' civilized. Do you call it civilized what they were doing? Do you think that I like the idea that Ellen let your old man go down on her?"
"God, you're cruel," Jennifer flinched. "If you really cared for my sister, you wouldn't be talking like that."
He inched his hand up over her knee, touching her tanned flesh softly, but she didn't seem to notice. "I care about her, all right, but I know enough to figure there ain't no other way of making the score even. An eye for an eye, a woman for a woman... " She gulped her drink to to the dregs and turned from him. She had begun trembling, at first in anger she thought, but now it seemed more in a state of violent sexual excitement. It was difficult to discern whether what she was feeling was lust or anger now, as the two opposed forces were so closely related in her mind. The Scotch she had drunk had made a difference, and the warming liquid coursing through her veins was gradually destroying all resistance to withhold herself from the boy who seemed to be maliciously enjoying her slow acquiescence to his advances. Yes, Chuck Miller was right, even his shamelessness, he couldn't be more correct, she rationalized, and now her earlier feelings of revulsion began to evaporate and a stronger emotion took the place of her previous disgust. It would be what her husband deserved if she were unfaithful too, and what better way to even the score, as Chuck called their revenge, then to do it with her own sister's boy friend who was the opposite of everything - everything that the Armstrong's marriage stood for.
"You're thinking, ain't ya?" he twanged in a voice that resembled a southern drawl. "I'll get us a coupla more drinks and ya can do all the pouting and mulling ya want."
He disappeared into the kitchen and came out again with the half-empty liquor bottle and a filled ice bucket. She accepted her third Scotch and drank from it gratefully, each sip winging her half- shattered will and conscience farther away and instilling a soft tingling sensation in her thighs and stomach that pinwheeled around her moistening pubic mound in a slow burn of desire. They sat silently, Chuck's hand resting with an uncharacteristic gentleness on her full firm thigh, while she stared forward into nothingness, taking occasional sips on the Scotch. Her mind no longer battled with the choice of accepting or rejecting him, yet hadn't decided what she would do, hoping the decision somehow would be made of its own accord. I am drunk, she thought, and I don't even care. By the time I get home Dave will have gone to the airport, and he will be in Richmond and I won't need to face him. Now, what's left for me is a matter of two choices, both leading to the same thing: do I let him do it to me, or do I keep up this game of pretense? It feels good, his hand on my thigh, yes, I enjoy it, and perhaps I will let him do it to me, maybe I will let him screw me, and give me the same pleasure my sister got when Dave licked his tongue between Ellen's legs.
She set the Scotch glass on the floor, and pressed her hand firmly on top of his, pulling on his fingers until they rested teasingly just below the hem of her tight fitting summer shorts. "Yes, Chuck, I know what you mean," she said without any conscious volition.
Ellen's sister unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged her shoulders. The flimsy garment fluttered to her waist, and he watched unbelieving as she pulled it out of the narrow waist-band of her shorts and dropped it on the carpet.
"Jeeeeeze!" was all he was able to mutter.
He stared with iron fixity at the half-naked seated figure of his girl friend's sister, the full white flesh of her breasts pressed enticingly against the egg-shell blue covering of her brassiere. His hand froze to her thigh, and his mouth slung open in worshipful rapture. "God, you're beautiful," Miller gasped.
She took his hands in her own and placed them against the full white mounds of her breasts, pressing his thumbs where her rapidly hardening nipples poked up against the thin blue brassiere, and kneading his hands with her fingers until he had picked up the rhythm and continued squeezing in the salaciously kneading motion. The boy couldn't believe what was happening - only a few minutes before she had seemed as cold and distant to him as a slab of marble, and now, incredibly, her passion had been unleashed. He watched her as she dipped her head and looked down at his hands massaging her hugely set breasts that were still clad in the form fitting blue bra, and he felt his cock stiffen into rigid hardness when she placed one of her hands on his hip. "Christ," he groaned.
"Chuck," her lips moistened as her gaze focused on the stiffness poking up beneath his jeans. "You were talking about reprisal."
"Mmmmmmm, like I said," he intoned, mesmerized, "there ain't nothing I'd like better to do than that."
The young woman leaned forward and brushed her full lips against his cheek. "And... what are you going to do to me, Chuck," she whispered in a vengeful tone.
"Christ, I'm gonna fuck ya, that's what I'm gonna do!" his heart turned over in his chest. Goddamn, this was strange, Ellen's sister was a regular prick tease, Miller thought in mounting excitement, she just needed a little warming up with some of that booze and now she's as hot as a goddamn bitch in heat. He received the caress of her lips on his own with a thrust of his wet tongue into her mouth, and she splurged her tongue back, playing sassily with it against his lips until he drew away and groaned.
Suddenly, she stood up from the couch and said, "This is what you brought me over here for, isn't it, Miller?" her breasts heaved gently. "You knew what Ellen was doing with my husband before you came up to the house, isn't that right?"
The boy's face whitened. "I don't know what you're talking about," he sneered, frightened at her change of mood. Standing before him, angry as she was, she exhuded a fearsome sensuality that sent a shiver of apprehension through his stomach. "It's your goddamn husband who started all of this, and after all, Ellen is your sister."
Her eyes flamed at him, and suddenly Miller wondered who was seducing whom; evidently the shock of seeing her husband and her own sister engaged in lewd oral love-making had pushed the young woman across the brink, and she had become bent on obtaining her literal pound of flesh in retribution for the adulterous act. In her rage she was truly a voluptuous creature, more lovely and sensuously alive than he had ever seen her before, and he felt drawn toward his girl friend's sister as though some fierce suction were pulling him off the couch. He struggled to his feet and faced her, reaching out at her smoothly curving form, but she slipped from his grasp.
"Damn you, what in hell are you trying to do?" he shouted.
She panted, standing inches from him, unsurprised at his anger. Revenge, Chuck," her glimmering hazel eyes sharpened. "But I want to do it my way." She looked down from his face to the lewd bulge in his pants, then said, "Where's the bedroom? Don't you think it'd be nice if we went in there?"
He turned to the stairway that rose on the right of the living room, and the girl reached down and picked up her blouse that had been thrown onto the carpet and folded it in her hands, setting it down on the couch. Then she turned from him and climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house. She looked down and watched the boy following, laughing aloud at the look of befuddlement he gave her.
He directed her to a room at the far end of the long half- darkened hallway. "There ain't nobody gonna disturb us in there," he said.
She went into the room and dropped onto the boy's bed and smiled with a forced politeness when he apologized for forgetting the bottle of Scotch and ice-bucket he had left in the living room. Then he disappeared again down the stairs. The boy's room was plastered with large posters of pop singers and psychedelic prints; directly in front of the bed hung a color blow-up of a naked woman with large swollen breasts and a man, both of whom were fondling each other's genitals. God, the picture was obscene, Jennifer thought, and she wondered how the boy's parents would permit such things as she stared in disbelief at the monstrous erection the woman held in her hands. She turned away from the poster in disgust, and looked at the collection of books set in an end-table to the side of the bed. One book entitled, Doubles and Triple caught her attention, and she withdrew it from the shelf and opened its cover.
She listened for signs of Miller returning, but she heard him in the bathroom down the hall, so she opened to the first pages. A caption read, Suck Him Off, and she realized with an abrupt shock that she was looking at pornography! The picture beside the caption showed a woman's face, her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis, and she was suddenly reminded of what she had seen Chuck and her sister doing that second fateful night at her parents' home, but here she could see everything in stark detail. The woman's mouth was stretched so wide she wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge and her lips were locked on it as though they would never let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through her as she pondered its size. It was much bigger than her husband Dave's and she wondered what it might be like to have something that big between her thighs. She flipped the page guiltily and gasped as it proved to be just the opposite. Kissing Her Pussy, the caption read in bold- faced print, and the same woman was seated on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart, just as Jennifer had seen her sister and Dave doing earlier that morning. Now, she had a chance to study that classic position carefully, without fear or anger, and she felt her soft vaginal lips throbbing moistly as she examined the figure of the man kneeling up between the woman's thighs, his tongue curling lewdly into the glistening mound of her wide-spread cunt: She turned the page, and this time she jerked up in shock: the same woman was being taken by two men at once. The caption read, Two Cocks Are Better Than One, and the woman's lips sucked on the huge organ of the man who had been licking her in the earlier photograph; she crouched on the floor with his loins bent upwards to her face, while another man mounted her from behind, thrusting the entire length of his hardness through her fully uptilted buttocks and into her wide-spread cunt. Jennifer flicked through the pages, coming on one picture after another, each more obscene than the preceding and each more explicitly provocative. The final pages showed scenes of anonymous couplings, one woman being skewered into by three men at once, or a man thrust on top of a full-breasted girl while his face burrowed into the obscenely spread legs of another lust-incited young woman.
The last page of the book was outrageously obscene, and she felt a mixture of repulsion and lewd fascination at the sight of a black German Shepard lunging his bestial penis into the haunches of the same girl who had been in the earlier photographs. In her rapt attention, Jennifer did not hear Chuck re-enter, and she gave a start when he sat down beside her on the bed, setting the ice-bucket and two glasses on the end table.
"Christ, I caught ya red-handed," he sneered, and poured two drinks.
"They certainly are interesting," she managed. "But they are also dreadfully obscene, Mr. Miller."
She raised her drink to her lips, breathing in the aroma of the conscience-killing alcohol, then gulped, not liking the taste, as she never had, but welcoming its effects. The sensation that had begun up between her legs a few minutes before when she had opened the book had grown more intense, and she wondered whether the boy had noticed how aroused she had become. She leaned back, propping her head on the pillow with her long delicately tapering legs spread out on the bed behind him, and lit a cigarette, dragging deeply and exhaling the smoke slowly. "Here we are, two naughty children," she smiled seductively at him, "looking at dirty pictures."
"The hell we are," he returned her lewd smile, and stretched his body out alongside Jennifer's, snaking his arm around her bare shoulders. Her own interest in reprisal dimmed momentarily when she realized that what she was about to do was no mere fantasy that one dreams about or looks at in obscene picture books, but was as real as Chuck Miller's hand that reached over her shoulder and played with the top of her brassiere and the top of the smooth rounded spheres of her breasts. She had let him touch them downstairs, but then it had seemed almost like play-acting, even though she had felt the first pulsings of desire tingling warmly through the tips of her breasts; now, she stiffened as his hand pushed between her brassiere and the full white flesh sliding slowly down underneath her brassiere across her naked skin until his fingers touched her nipple. She could feel the little bud harden as he gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at it gently, causing a warm rippling sensation to palpitate through the softly rounded underside of her excitedly quivering breast. Yes, she was glad she had had the Scotch as her senses were dulled enough to let him go through with it. Things had gone too far to turn back now, and she cursed herself for her brazenness of a short while before.
Miller had known the moment his girl friend's sister had suggested they go to his bedroom that the battle was won. She was a goddamn prick tease, all right, but she really hadn't been aware that he was playing for keeps and that it had been his attention to bring her to the point where she had no choice and would be forced to submit herself to him. Her toying with him had surprised the teenager a little, but now he knew she had only been testing him; he would show her how much he could be tried and manipulated, he thought as he moved his other hand down, placing it on the flat plane of her softly heaving abdomen. He was going to fuck this bitch of a sister and there was nothing she could or would do to stop him. He congratulated himself on feeding her the drinks beforehand and he smiled at her as he lifted his hand lying on her belly and placed over the fly of his jeans.
The sharp metallic sound of the zipper being undone startled the girl, and he watched her face carefully as he drew out the monstrous shaft of his lust-hardened cock and waved it obscenely in front of her. He gloated at the look she gave his angry red penis, knowing that she had never seen a cock so large. It stood straight up in the air, pulsating before the trembling young wife, looking like a giant oak growing up through the black underbrush of his pubic hair pushing out lushly around his rigid male stiffness, and with one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the rapidly expanding head. It grew jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the amazement in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his thickly burgeoning cock. His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her eyes. It would be more fun this time than it had been when he had screwed her slut of a sister for the first time a year ago... now he would have the depraved satisfaction of knowing that he was having the blood relation of the nymphet Ellen who was probably sucking on the husband's hot prick right now!
His hand resting on her breast went to the back of her bra, and he unsnapped the halter, and of her own volition Jennifer did the rest. She pulled the tightly cupping cotton fabric away, exposing the widely-spaced breasts that swayed slightly in front of his unblinking eyes. His lust increased and the palpitating length of his cock jerked up in increased arousal, as he took in the voluptuously pear-shaped breasts and their tiny nipples standing up in proud erection before him. Without further ado, he pulled off his tee-shirt and jeans and dropped them onto the floor; to his surprise, her hand lit firmly on the waistband of his jockey shorts, and she pulled them slowly down over his knees, and, sitting up in a squatting position wrapped her arms warmly around his thin frame.
"Uggh," he groaned, and thrust her onto her back once again. His hands slid immediately to her shorts, the girl's last remnant of clothing, and he rested his fingers on the top of the seam just above the mound of her cunt for a moment, then unzipped the side zipper, and jerked the tight material down over the traitorously quivering softness of her thighs, gazing with bulging lust-glazed eyes at the "vee" of her loins clad in only a pair of nearly transparent white panties. Then he pushed the shorts down to her feet, and pressing his lean body next to her large smoothly upturned breasts, laid the palm of his hand on the girl's soft pubic mound, feeling her warmth and wetness almost breathing from beneath the silky soft fabric. His fingers touched tentatively at the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. Then he slowly wormed his forefinger beneath the clasp, sliding his hand across her soft-curled pussy, feeling her squirm slightly as his fingertips came to rest on the warmly moistening lips of the girl's cunt.
Automatically, Ellen's sister spread her legs, opening up her inner thighs to his lewdly probing touch. She felt as though she were another person standing back and watching herself and the strange boy who was now tenderly pulling her tightly clasping panties down over her spread legs. The hot afternoon air wafted across the wetly glistening lips of her vagina, sending a salacious ripple of anticipation through her as Chuck knelt over Jennifer's invitingly reclining form on the bed, parting the sensitive lips of her cunt and slipping his middle finger gently up into its warm moistness.
"Oh, Lord," she gasped, staring into tiny motes of dust hanging suspended in a shaft of summer sunlight shining in through the open window. Soft tremors of awakening lust and desire surged through her naked and exposed body, and she shuddered as he continued to probe his finger tenderly into the moistly dilating folds of her cunt. Above her, the two naked figures in the poster on the wall seemed to be masturbating themselves in response to her seduction, and she looked fondly at the photograph of the man's cock, knowing that Chuck Miller had one just as large.
Again she felt as though her consciousness had departed from her body and she was witnessing her surrender to Miller's adulterous advances from the point of view of the figures in the large blow-up. At the same time the sensual side of her being began to react uncontrollably to the boy's fingers fondling her dully throbbing cunt, and the cause of her supplication to him became obscured by the racing pleasure that completely enveloped her squirming body. Yet one last vestige of resistance struggled to assert itself, and she pushed up her thighs, clamping his hand within their grip. "Oh, don't tease me like that... Chuck, please don't."
"God, but I want to fuck you!" he murmured, and his mouth encased one of her passion-stiffened nipples, and he began to suck, drawing on it like a child after milk. Jennifer thought her body was on fire, and she began to wrench her hips against his finger, circling lewdly over the erect little bud of her clitoris. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his face over to her own, planting warm wet kisses on lust-contorted mouth.
"Ooooooh, yes, oooh," she whimpered helplessly as he continued. "Oh, Christ, yessss, touch my clit, make it feel goooood!
She looked down from her splayed-out position beside him and once more gazed in limp amazement at the entire length of his enormous cock. Even as she felt the devouring sensations of pleasure rippling through her warmly spread vaginal lips and the wetly sucking probings of his lips and tongue on her hotly tingling nipples, she experienced an instinctive dread at the sight of his fleshy hardness. She gave a slight shudder of apprehension when he levered himself above her, his thin emaciated body moving rhythmically up over the white flat plane of her belly, seeming to glue itself to hers like a spider-web from which there was no relief.
"Please don't," she groaned. "Oh, Chuck, I think you're too big!"
She attempted to pull away, but his body pinned her to the mattress. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them, and at the same time not wanting to release herself from the ecstasy of his fingers still playing lewdly in tiny lust-inciting circles over the hardened pleasure bud of her clitoris. She could feel the wetness of the hard thick rod sliding in its own lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. Chuck's head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the lobe of her ear. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge the painful teeth, her mind startled at the sudden sadism of the Miller boy. His body sank triumphantly between her openly wide-splayed legs, the huge bulbous head of his cock pressing teasingly against her softly flowering cuntal lips. The hungry head throbbed down between the tightly clenched cheeks of her full white buttocks. His knees held her thighs sadistically wide apart.
Her dazed mind gave one last thought to her husband Dave and what he might do if he found out what she was submitting to with her own sister's boy friend, but then she recalled what she had seen him do only a few short hours before, and her resistance shattered. Yes, there was pain, there was humiliation, she thought, but she could not make it go away now, as she had been the one to encourage the seduction in the first place, a seduction that was swiftly transforming itself into an insane rape of her helplessly resisting body.
The ceiling whirled above her head and the dust motes became microscopic stars floating above her face, until they too were suddenly blotted out by the Miller boy's leering face moving over hers, the mocking eyes laughing at her glazed look of defeat and hopeless acceptance of his victory. His pelvis began a slow grinding motion against her outer cuntal lips, rubbing the warm swollen pussy mound and prodding gently at the moist pink slit of her cunt. The huge rubbery head traced a sticky wet path up and down the length of Jennifer's wetly glistening pussy slit, pressing gently against it until the full fleshy folds parted slightly and rubbed tantalizingly against his hotly throbbing shaft. Miller ground slowly, still withholding himself from immediately plunging up into her helplessly trapped cunt, watching the changing expression on the face beneath his own. He could feel her body begin to squirm beneath him, and he knew that she was his... he had planned this moment from the day he had met Ellen's sister. He had known that his girl friend would seduce Jennifer's husband on that morning and had appeared at the house just in time to make the best of her agony. Her rejection of him that first day only served to make his satisfaction in seducing the bitch all the more complete; she had rejected him, had shown how obviously repulsive he had appeared to her... and now he was making her squirm! Soon he's have her begging to be fucked. All she had needed, he gloated, was some kind of spark to ignite the fire that lay perhaps beyond the grasp of her own husband. But he was patient in his probings and he knew that his strange attraction came from his very repulsiveness, and that Jennifer, like her sister Ellen, had been excited by his bestiality as though it had struck some darker animal side of her nature.
Jennifer felt as though she were suffocating. Her long smooth legs and the tautness of her buttocks were pressed tightly into the mattress. The rubbery length of his lust-engorged cock pushed up and down over the warm sensitive flesh of her softly palpitating pussy, bringing lewd little pulsings of electric sensation quivering along the surface of her nakedly exposed cuntal lips.
"Put it in your hand," he commanded, guiding her hand down between their pressed thighs so that her fingers rested at the thick base of his rigidly erect penis.
"No, please, I can't," she moaned, trying to pull away. But his fingers seized her again, pinching brutally around her slender wrist.
"Take it," he ordered, "go on and put it in."
"Oh, God," she groaned once more as her hand tightened around his hotly throbbing length. Fear welled up through her as she knew from her first touch the true enormity of his desire-swollen penis.
"Go on... " he snapped, lowering his hips so that the hugely pulsing cock-head lurched obscenely just below her softly moistening vaginal opening. "Put it in now!"
She gasped as she guided the hard flesh shaft to the tiny flinching entrance to her vagina, using the hot turgid head to part her nakedly pulsating pussy lips and the electrifying contact sent shivers of further pleasure coursing wildly through her. She dared not move as he thrust up against her, the viciously stretching pressure as he began his violation causing sharp pain.
"Ugh, ooooooh," she gasped.
He lurched again, the thickly ponderous cock-head forcing its agonizing way up into her tightly clasping opening. "Oooooh, I-I can't stand it," she cried. "Please, oh God, no mooooore... " Miller continued the cruel impalement, his heavily blood- engorged rod slowly worming centimeter by centimeter deep up into her futilely tightening cuntal passage.
Jennifer could feel every wrinkle and striation of his lustfully swelling man-flesh as her sister's boy friend pressed slowly upward into her warmly tingling vagina, drawing her cunt walls moistly apart with each firm thrust he made up into her. For a moment he lay still, then he flexed his penis and lurched deeper into the girl's nakedly trembling belly.
"Arrg," she groaned helplessly, but then her tightly constricted pussy began to grow accustomed to the barbaric invasion and her whimpers of pain began to change to low mewls of pleasure. Miller began to rotate his hips, undulating his buttocks in a sensuously ovalling pattern and skewering his hotly pulsating cock deeper and deeper through her clasping vaginal walls until he could feel its tip nudge against the cushiony base of her cervix. He rocked above her, the palms of his hands resting on either side of her lasciviously jostling breasts, giving momentum to his long smooth strokes by levering up for a moment on his knees between her lewdly wide-spread legs. Christ! This was too good to be true, he thought, feeling the girl respond to his smoothly thrusting strokes with a slight involuntary motion of her own. He looked down into her face, her eyes closed and her mouth contorting sensually with each plundering jerk his cock made up between her legs. She was a picture of lust-provoking sensuality with her blonde hair cascading softly across her lushly swaying breasts, and her lips moistened and opened slightly, her apple-pink cheeks now a deep rose-hued red from her excitement. The young woman's pussy grasped his semen bloated penis as though it were a hungrily sucking mouth, clasping and unclasping warmly around its throbbing length and drawing it up into her, deeper and deeper until he thought he would lunge into her stomach.
"Oooooh, yes," she panted into his ear, raising her head until her mouth came into warm wet contact with his lips. He opened his mouth and received the length of her tongue between his lips. Good God, he gloated to himself, now he had unleashed it! He jerked forward in passionate disbelief when he felt her thighs stretch out and her heels hook behind his knees, while her hands pulled his face closer to her mouth, mashing flesh on trembling flesh, lips sucking wildly on lips, accepting his deep tongue-thrust into her mouth as though it was his cock fucking into her throat. She began moving her lust-hungry cunt in response to his rapidly plunging strokes, screwing it up and down in a mounting frenzy while she clenched her feet more firmly into his lower thighs, forcing him to thrust into her harder and harder.
Wet sluicing sounds reverberated through the boy's bedroom, echoing in Ellen's sister's ears like lewd applause for her wanton abandonment. There was nothing now for her except the viciously pummeling cock that increased the momentum of its thrust with each stroke and counter-stroke it made in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. Morals and pride had been thrown to the wind, for this was all that was real, all that ever would be real. This boy - no, this depraved semblance of a youth - knew how to fuck good! So very good!
Never in all her years had Jennifer had it like this, and she thought of her husband Dave's luke-warm love-making with a kind of disgust as she recognized the animal nature of sex, and the dark bestial side of fucking, yes, that's what they called it, of making insane inhuman love, which she knew now was what this debauched act of copulation was all about. Reading her thoughts, Chuck Miller's gravely voice suddenly demanded, "Say it, baby, tell me what you want me to do to you!"
"Do it, do it!" she quivered in senseless abandon.
"Do what?" he panted, stopping momentarily.
"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck meee!"
The realization of her change and the emblazing reality of the foul words she had craved in the depths of desire to spit out lewdly, electrified a shuddering burst of lust from deep in her passion- infused body, and she groaned and caught her breath. At the same time, Miller seized her buttocks in his thin powerful hands and pulled her smoothly working ass-cheeks tighter to his hotly surging loins. Her legs trembled on either side of his cruelly impaling cock, opening and closing spasmodically to his relentlessly plunging fucks up into her quivering pussy. "Uh, uh, ugh!" she breathed with each mercilessly pounding thrust, struggling with her breathing as the violent battering she was taking made her gasp and cough.
She could feel the sperm-inflated sac of his balls slapping lewdly against her full upturned buttocks, and this drove the girl onward into greater spasms of obscene rapture. Swish, swish, swish the lewd sluices of his hotly impaling hardness resounded as his lust- hardened cock rippled wetly through her warmly clasping opening and withdrew. She felt as though her entire body were being torn in half by the monstrous fleshy sword embedded deep in her moistly clinging cunt. The fiery plunging poker felt like it was coming all the way up into her throat as its nearly bursting head thrust hard against her cervix, buffeting her head violently back against the pillow behind her.
"Oh, yes, you bastard, screw me like you do my sister!" the words suddenly came pouring in a violent, almost incestuous, admission of her lust.
She pushed her hands down between their tensely straining thighs, fondling his testicles that bounced rhythmically below the sucking mouth of her cunt with her fingertips, exploring the fleshy folds of the ballooning sac with a tenderness that contrasted obscenely with the insane buffeting of his pile-driving cock.
Ellen's boy friend seemed to ignite at the lewd pressure of Jennifer's fingers pressing softly on his sperm-filled balls and he gave a deep agonized groan, He could not believe that this was happening to him, that he could have brought forth such passion from this cold, statue-like creature! He levered up over her and stayed immobile for a moment, his knees pressed down into the mattress, and he let her wildly quivering body pump up and down at will on his rigid piston that fused them together.
Looking down between their lewdly working bodies, he could see his cock's slow withdrawal from between her legs, pulling the thin soft ridges of pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down on the mattress, and then he watched his own rigid entry pushing the soft pussy folds back up into her, and the moist shiny length was swallowed whole back into the salaciously gulping opening. Below the embedded shaft of his cock he could see her fingers, moistened from her own lust-juices, working the sac of his balls, playing teasingly with the velvety hair-covered folds as though she were gently milking the sperm-inflated sac into the throbbing shaft of his cock. He let her strain below him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her labors, a half-crazed smile playing across the girl's lips. Her smoothly rotating rhythms became faster by the moment, the rush of her jerkings up on him more urgent. As though to spur her on into a wilder frenzy, he slid one of hands clasping the full half-moons of her buttocks up until his middle finger touched the tiny puckering ring of her anus. The sudden contact made Jennifer jerk up startled for a moment, but as she grew accustomed to the gently prodding probe, she relaxed back into the sensuously gyrating rhythm. Then, without warning, he plunged his middle finger in all the way to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaarg!" she groaned, the strange stiff intrusion worming viciously into her nether passage. She could feel the boy's finger pushing almost brutally against the warm rubbery walls of her tightly flexing ass-hole, thrusting hotly through the spongy depths now up to his second knuckle. "OOOOOooh, oh God," she panted, heaving forward into his penis that had begun its final flaming assault into her cock-ravaged cock, skewering smoothly up into her like a scepter sliding into its well-oiled sheath. Then as her anal passage became used to the unnatural invasion, the painful sensation slowly subsided, to be gradually replaced by a hot electrifying surge of pleasure-pain. She found herself pushing warmly back onto his lewdly thrusting middle finger, and trying to skewer the rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back against it at the same time she strained to absorb his relentlessly pinioning cock deep, deep up into her eagerly yielding belly.
"Oooooh, Chuck, fuck me, yes... ugh... yes, use your finger in my ass-hole like that, fuck me, do it to meeee!"
Nothing mattered now nor had mattered for quite some time to Jennifer Armstrong, the girl who mewled helplessly beneath her sister's boy friend, except the overwhelming need to drive out the bestial passion that flamed through her entire body. Something inhuman and animalistic had been brought out in her in the last few hours, and she had been unable to think of anything save the obscene luxury of being totally degraded and debauched by this foul teenager who leered and poked at her with his finger and wildly rummaging cock, nipping at her tingling nipples with his teeth and panting unspeakable obscenIties into her ears. Yes, this had been what she needed, she was realizing as her body drifted on an inexorable wave of conscience destroying lust. And now all the defiled young wife wanted was to cum, to have the final satisfaction of his hot milky semen drenching the obscenely milking walls of her pussy and flooding her womb to the bursting point. And yes, she could feel it coming now as she quickened her lewd grinding motions beneath him, sensing the length of his rapidly pounding cock grow thicker and wider still as he too approached his dreadful climax. The lust-juices of her vagina were continuing to flow and she could hear the moist sucking sound of the two organs enmeshed in salacious copulation and she could feel the ridges of his blood-filled cock drawing back on her moistly clasping channel as he jerked rapidly in and out of her.
And I had thought that I knew what it meant to make love, and now I know that it is more than making love, it is fucking and sucking and having a man's cock plunging like the prick of a mad stallion plunging up into my cunt; yes, she thought in her delirium, it is the feel of his fingers, the way my sister felt that night on the grass, fucking my ass, and his crazy screwing that makes me want to die a thousand times, that makes me not only want to screw him but to suck his cock and drink his sticky cum until I choke... Oh yes, OH GOD THIS FEELS TOO GOOOOOD! He feels so fine the way he fucks into me like that, never stopping as he screws me with his finger which is like another cock and his tongue an obscene animal-prick inside my mouth.
Miller wormed his middle finger all the way up to his palm inside her anus, feeling his shaft through the thin wall separating her vagina and her rectum, and she screwed beneath him, writhing in total abandon like a bitch in heat up and down over his thickly distended cock. He could hear her breath coming in hot wet gasps, and this drove him on into a wilder frenzy. He ran his hands down from the smooth hollowing cheeks of her ass to her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the lewdly clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery mouth running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass.
Her body was slippery from the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the pillow beneath her. Her mouth was open in ecstatic abandon; she had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
"Oh, oh deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned, coughing as though she were nearing suffocation. She was approaching her final expiration, the flickering flames of orgasmic fury, building deep in her grinding loins, and she swung her soft, wildly trembling thighs up and out and wound them sensuously around his arched back, waving her buttocks in insane abandon from side to side and gyrating her cunt up and down wildly on his frantically plunging cock.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she screamed suddenly with a squealing gasp of intense passion and clenched her ankles in a death grip over his squirming back. At the same time she felt his middle finger plunge and rotate lewdly in her ass-hole, skewering its tip obscenely as his hand pressed harder up against her spasmodically gyrating buttocks. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard- driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped harder into her tiny puckered anus, and moistened the boy's hand as he continued fucking her with his middle finger from behind.
The wildness of Jennifer's orgasm had begun a trembling aching pressure deep within his sperm-bloated balls, and he seized the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed and skewered his middle finger in and out of her madly sucking anus, feeling her tremble as gulping gasps of his liberated passion started heaving up from his throat.
"Christ, oh fuck!" he gasped, and he moaned and intensified the strength of his strokes so that his pelvis slapped like a wooden paddle viciously against the ragged pink flanges of her pussy and his hotly stiffening penis dipped deep down into the far hidden recesses of her nakedly squirming belly.
Miller sensed himself cumming and, throwing his hands down below her bended knees, shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground himself as far down between them into her openly yielding cunt as he could go, bringing mewls of residual lust from her mouth still locked moistly to his. Her hands still clasped him in their death-like grip, and he could feel the aching pressure in his balls becoming unbearable.
He could wait no longer, he had to cum now or he would die!
He plunged his tongue deep into the soft moistness of her mouth, felt the exploding deep inside his unbearably tight balls, and could hear her supplicant cries and the tightening of her arms around his tightened neck, and then, with a deep and soul-shattering moan that poured wetly into her gasping mouth, he burst inside of her, shooting his hot liquid cum down down into the liquid depths of her hungrily, desperately sucking womb.
Silence. Minutes passed; it seemed like hours to Jennifer as slowly her tortured consciousness made its long trek up from the depths of her depravity up into an awareness of what she had just done. It seemed forever that they had lain locked in their lewd embrace, then it had been only minutes, but then he had rolled off her perspiration-soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of her orgasm.
As though in a dream, she rose from the bed and began to retrieve her brassiere and panties. She gazed down at the dozing figure of the boy. Then she thought of her husband, and wondered in he had left the house for the airport - hoping that he had called a taxi when she hadn't arrived.
Chapter 6
The large terraced patio behind the spacious Jackson home was filled with young teenagers, some of them cavorting in the shimmering blue water of the kidney-shaped swimming pool, others lying about on the lawn, sprawled under trees, or seated at tables out behind the kitchen to the rear of the house. Jennifer Armstrong surveyed the scene from a chaise lounge beside the pool, watching her sister and Chuck Miller and her brother engaged in a game of tag in the water.
She had protested when her brother had asked permission to have the party, knowing that enough had already happened during the past week and a half to make a mess out of the vacation she and her husband had planned as a peaceful holiday away from the bustle of the Richmond social world. But Sandy had persisted, finally persuading her that a small get-together of his and Ellen's close friends would be a welcome break from the isolation Jennifer had forced upon herself since her husband Dave had left for Richmond more than a week before. And so she had relented... She had reasoned that whatever had happened with Dave and her sister and her with her sister's boy friend could not be made any worse by the party, and besides, she deserved to have some fun herself - even if she had made the dreadful mistake last time of going to bed with Chuck Miller. But this was different, there was no guilt attached to the fact that she was chaperoning the teenagers, and if she had decided not to host the party, she knew that the kids would find a way of having it themselves without her assistance. Her mother would have approved, she thought as she raised the beer she had been drinking to her lips. Nothing stronger than beer for them to drink and lots of food set out on the tables in canapes and sandwiches bought from a local caterer.
Her eyes lit on the strong-muscled back of her younger brother and she watched as the boy seized a beach ball from the pool side and tossed it to her sister. The ball smacked the pool's surface and rebounded into Ellen's breasts clasped tightly beneath her low-cut bikini brassiere, making the full rounded orbs jostle. Ellen lobbed the orange and blue ball at the skinny frame of Chuck Miller who caught it in his upraised hands and shot it in a fast loop at Sandy. Jennifer admired the supple youthfulness of the three lithe bodies that moved in a kind of dance-rhythm in the rising and falling water before her. Yes, she still felt terribly guilty about what she had done with Chuck Miller that fateful afternoon, but she was even more disturbed with her husband's actions. When she had returned with Chuck Miller, who had then picked up his sports car and driven back to his home alone, she had found a note from Dave saying that he had taken a taxi, as she had suspected he would, to the airport. She had felt relieved that he had left without her, and yet her anger had increased at the cheerfulness of his note. Then, as the days passed, she had come to view her own adulatory in a different light: she had been driven temporarily out of her mind by the vision of her husband skewering with his tongue wetly up between the legs of her own lewdly crooning sister, and had lost control of her actions. She still was angered with her sister Ellen, but there was hardly anything she could do about that.
Again, her eyes fell on the comely head of the dark-haired girl floating back away from Sandy, her hips uptilting smoothly, and then her torso turning voluptuously into the water as she curved her body into a wavelet made by Miller as he dived under her. No, she couldn't condemn the girl completely, as she possessed a kind of innocence even though she was a dreadful tease; it was almost as though Ellen was incapable of realizing right from wrong, as if she lived in a world of pure sensuality that needed only the slightest invitation to be awakened. Jennifer sipped on her beer, her thoughts moving in a kind of lulling motion of their own in time to the gently lapping rhythm of the water. No longer was she puzzling over whether she would confront her husband with what he had done - only the tiniest flickerings of revenge still burned in her consciousness, and she supposed those feelings would lapse, as everything did, after a time.
"Enjoying yourself?" she heard her brother's voice as the boy came up to the side of the pool and pivoted athletically onto the patio in front of her.
She looked at him, feeling her face flush over uncontrollably for a moment. "Your friends seem to be very nice," she said, nodding to the assortment of teenagers beyond the pool on the lawn.
"They're OK," he beamed, hunching onto a beach towel laid out beside her chair. "But they get on my nerves sometimes. Most of them are Ellen's friends, not mine. You might say I'm more of a retiring sort than she is, and this constant partying gets boring after a while, you know what I mean?"
She lit a cigarette and rested her hand on his sinuously muscled forearm. "You and Ellen are different, there's no doubt about that," she gazed at her full-breasted sister still cavorting in the pool alongside her boy friend. "I suppose she's not as introspective as you, and yet there's that vitality and enthusiasm you both have - which I hope I still have-that makes up for those differences."
He frowned and picked up a can of beer he had left beside her chair when he had gone into the pool. Sitting aslant to his older sister, he could look up and see the smooth upward curve of her hugely set breasts beneath her modestly fitted white bikini, and his eyes traced a warm path down her lightly tanned belly to the full area of her hips and the gently pressing mound of her cunt beneath her bikini panties. "Y'know, Jenny, ever since you got here, and the first morning that we talked out here, I've had the feeling that something was wrong... I can tell, but I can't put my finger on it. I think I should tell you some things, but I don't exactly know how... " His sister tensed, unconsciously pressing her fingers firmly into his wrist. "I-I don't know what to say... " her voice trailed off. "You say you don't know what's wrong and then you say... " "That there are things you should know!" he interrupted her. "Things Ellen told me-" The sudden digging of her fingernails into his flesh made him stop. "I do know, Sandy, that's the problem!"
The boy covered his face with his hand. Jennifer gazed dumbly past him at the reclining forms of youths on the grass. At the top of the hill behind the house someone was playing a guitar and the low tones drifted through the hedges and across the lawn that was falling gradually into darkness. The muted sounds merged with Jennifer's melancholic state of mind, and suddenly she wished her brother hadn't said anything. Yes, she had been almost light-hearted only moments ago, and now she and Sandy had been forged into a common bond, a bond as thick and long-lasting as that of blood, just through knowledge and awareness that an almost incestuous act had been committed between husband and sister-in-law. As long as she thought that this knowledge was shared by no one, she had believed she could manage - but now all that had changed, and there was an enforced intimacy between the two siblings that seemed almost as terrifying as the adulterous act in itself. One thing saved her from complete humiliation and that was the fact that Sandy did not seem to know about her own half-vengeful half-crazed infidelity, or did he?
"Ellen and I keep nothing from each other," he said softly. "You know how all three of us have been so close since we were kids. Well, since you got married, she and I have gotten even closer... " There was an awesome tone in the boy's voice at this moment that filled Jennifer with dread. Her brother nuzzled closer to her chair, pressing the warmth of his shoulder against her bare thigh and the touch of his flesh on her skin made the girl's legs tremble slightly. The feel of his strongly built body next to hers was both welcomed by his older sister's flesh and at the same time rejected by her conscience as something unnervingly tantalizing, as though her own voluptuously ripe breasts that quivered now, her nipples rising to full erection, had a will of their own.
"I'd expected as much from Dave from the way he had been acting," he raised one hand to his chest and rubbed the still-moist breadth of taut bare skin with its blazon of amber hair. "He'd been acting pretty funny around Sis ever since he got here. I guess I ought to ask you what you plan to do about it."
"Absolutely nothing," she flashed back at him with more earnestness than she had intended. "A divorce would be too much trouble - too much scandal. Besides, I'm an eternal optimist. I think about having my sweet revenge, but that seems silly and highly impractical."
"You're the strong one, Jenny, you always have been."
She deflected the compliment. "Just reasonably stubborn, I think."
She watched several figures climb the hill towards the muted guitar playing whose silvery tones echoed forlornly across the break of hedges and the moonlit pallor of rolling lawn. Chuck and her sister were nowhere to be seen, but she could hear the girl's sibilant laughter coming from behind them, perhaps from the kitchen.
"What are they doing in there?" she looked down at their shadows cast across the terrace.
"Sounds like they're having their own private little orgy," he chuckled. "Not in the kitchen, not Ellen and Chuck," she winced as he raised the flat of his forearm and placed it neatly over the top of her thigh.
"I'm afraid so!"
She moved her hand from Sandy's other wrist and attempted to pry her brother's arm from her leg, but it remained as though their flesh were sealed together. "Sandy, why do you tell me this! I think you're teasing me!"
He laughed and turned his twinkling eyes up at his sister. "They won't hurt anything. They're just - well, having a good time."
Again the recognizable peal of laughter shattered through the summer night, followed by a low gravelly belly laugh from Miller. Jennifer wedged he knee out of her brother's grasp, and she stood up and faced the kitchen. The silhouettes of her sister and her boy friend played over the curtained kitchen windows, and Jennifer could see Miller take her sister in his arms, then she watched as the two bodies broke apart. Nothing, they were doing nothing. Her brother was a tease, and she felt momentarily angered at him.
"Let's go inside," he rose from the patio, slinging his towel over his arm. "We both need another beer, don't you think?"
Pouting moodily, she followed Sandy to the house. They entered the kitchen, surprising Ellen and Miller who stood embraced beside the refrigerator. Jennifer's sister shot her an almost cruel glance, as though she were deliberately trying to provoke the older girl, Ellen seized Miller by the cheeks and drew his mouth to her lips.
"Interrupting something?" the brother said with mock innocence.
Jennifer pushed past the two figures plastered mouth on mouth to each other, and opened the refrigerator, withdrawing two cans of beer and setting them onto the kitchen table. The room was filled with a strange smell which she had noticed when they first entered. The odor was sweet, bittersweet.
"Is something burning?" she turned to her brother. "Something smells odd, like burning paper or incense."
Incense!" Miller guffawed, pulling out of Ellen's arms. "I've heard of everything, but never incense!"
Ellen bent over in amusement, her giggling causing her breasts to jiggle obscenely beneath Chuck's hands that brushed them lightly.
"Would someone please tell me what's going on?" Jennifer cried out in an almost plaintive tone. She looked from Miller and her sister to Sandy who stood in embarrassed silence by the sink.
"Must be a cigarette or something," he attempted.
Again her sister and Miller laughed, and there was something unearthly in the sound, Jennifer thought, not so mirthful as it was mocking and malicious. She turned to her sister. "I don't know what is the matter with you, but you should be ashamed of yourself for being so damn rude!"
Ellen's expression softened. "If you like, we can go back outside and talk."
"We'll stay right here, Ellen," Jennifer snapped, "until I find out what's been going on!"
Miller moved from her sister and sat down at the table. He nodded to Ellen and the girl reached inside her bikini bra and brought out from the deep cleft between her ripely swelling breasts a brown paper cigarette and rolled it onto the formica-topped table. Chuck Miller took the cigarette in his hand and lit it, dragging the smoke deep, deep into his chest, then breathed out, the pungent aroma from his exhale filling the room with the same sweet scent Jennifer had smelled before. She was not as naive as they thought, she mused angrily, and suddenly she was filled with a prickling anger, that she wanted to conceal, knowing that they wanted her to display her prudishness so that they could prove to her the extent of her innocence.
"What am I supposed to do now?" she turned to her brother who was her only hope for defense against her taunting sister and the girl's boy friend. "Am I expected to become suddenly terribly angry and tell you I don't want any dirty pot smokers in my parents' house?"
Her brother flushed red and picked up the beer can from the table, popping open its lid. "Relax, will you? For God's sake, this isn't the first time we've smoked in here!"
Jennifer's sister took the marijuana cigarette from her boy friend and dragged. The girl's eyes seemed to glaze over and her pupils dilated even in the harsh kitchen light, as had Miller's after he had taken his first inhalation. Suddenly, in a burst of anger that was more a result of her humiliation at being confronted by the brazen openness of her sister than from any fear of the marijuana itself, Jennifer held out her hand, looking with a distant coldness at her sister. Ellen took a last puff and handed Jennifer the cigarette. Timidly, Jennifer took the cigarette and drew in the smoke as she had seen the two of them do, holding it in her lungs. She coughed. "God, this is horrid!" she exclaimed, choking on the acrid brown smoke burning deep in her throat. "But I thought I'd do it to show you I'm not as much of a prude as you make out!"
The three youngsters laughed, this time with more warmth.
"Now, as you can see," Miller said with authority, "there ain't nothin' this little green weed can do to hurt ya. It makes me feel relaxed, kinda giddy in fact."
Feeling more emboldened by her initial contact with the drug and sensing that whatever effects of it on her mind were minimal, Jennifer took another drag. She held the smoke in her lungs a longer time now, and when she exhaled she did not cough. Her brother came alongside her and took the strong tasting weed from her and raised it to his lips. She watched as he took in the smoke, more curious now than trying to prove to the three of them that she could smoke marijuana without suffering its ill-effects. Yes, she had done that, and it didn't seem to bother her, although she felt somewhat lightheaded and dreamy, but she blamed that on the three cans of beer she had drunk earlier that evening. Her vision seemed to misfocus and then blur over, she thought, the edges of objects becoming slightly fuzzy and softened, but even this could be imaginary. She watched her brother holding the weed up to his lips and sucking on the last quarter inch of the cigarette. God, she thought, you would imagine that there was something terribly precious and sacred about what he was doing. She felt like laughing, yes, laughing hilariously at the whole thing - how she had asked about what the smell of marijuana smoke was all about, half-knowing, but in her indignant fashion pushing them to this extreme. The laughter welled up in her and burst out of its own accord, and suddenly the three youths were laughing with her, and she felt them come up close to her, all three of them, and embrace her, and she did not pull away. And then they were walking through the kitchen and her feet felt light beneath her, gliding her with the others out the kitchen door and into the night.
"The beach!" Miller exclaimed as they stood out on the patio again. "Hey you guys," he called up on the hill to the teenagers who were gathered around the guitar player, "let's go down to Morgan's estate!"
Jennifer tensed as she felt her sister come up behind her. Her younger sister's hand lit on her hips, touching them lightly just below the youthful indentations of her waist, but Jennifer, oddly, did not stir, but rested back into the warm feminine grasp. "Yes, Jenny, you see, that pot did not hurt. It was fine, wasn't it?"
Jennifer tried to compose herself, but she felt herself trembling. "Y-y-you have to realize," she stuttered, "that I've n-no interest, absolutely none in smoking... it - it was only -" "Just for fun, that's it, isn't it, Jenny?"
Jennifer felt the words being lifted from her mouth, and as she tried to speak nothing came. She could feel her sister's breasts pressing firmly against the curve of her shoulder blades, and they felt soothing against the prickling surface of her flesh. The two girls stood by the garden now, waiting for Chuck and their brother to round up the rest of the teenagers. She felt Ellen's mouth press moistly against the nape of her neck, beneath the softly cascading fall of honey-blonde hair, her hands now moving from the smooth concavity of her waist to push between her arms and fondle at the sides of her suddenly aching breasts underneath her arms. Leave, get away from here quick! her instinct warned, but it was as if she were annealed to the rock wall beside the garden - the same rock wall where she had stood watching her sister little over a week before making obscene love to Chuck Miller - and she discovered herself enjoying the tender probings of her younger sister's hands at the warmly tingling mounds of her breasts, reaching now with one hand over the soft fabric of her bikini bra until they lit on the warmly pulsating nipple of her right breast.
"God, Ellen, what are you doing?" Jennifer surprised herself with the passionate tone in her own voice.
The girl giggled, kissed her gently, and pulled away. Jennifer swung around, glaring at her sister who shifted her weight back away from her, resting her full firm buttocks on the wall and brushing a silky black swath of hair from her face. "You just seemed, oh, a little tense," she pressed a long manicured finger to her moistened lip.
Jennifer turned away from her sister, still feeling unsettled. Down the hill she could see the promenade of teenagers moving toward the beach with Miller and her brother in the lead, crossing the broad lawn and appearing on the terrace like ghostly half-naked apparitions, their bodies shimmering in the luminous glow of starlight. Then she was among them, Chuck and Ellen at her side and Sandy in front. A girl with short cropped hair moved to her brother's side and they proceeded, arm in arm down the driveway, until they came on the pickup truck one of the youths parked in front of the house.
* * * It was nearly eleven that same evening when Dave Armstrong arrived at the Jackson home. Having cleared up the contract problem with some difficulty that morning, he had hopped the first plane back to New York, and as a surprise, had taken the train out to Connecticut without forewarning his wife. As the taxi pulled up in front of the house he had noticed the lights turned on in all the rooms and the front door, usually not used by the family, flung wide open.
He walked into the kitchen, noted the beer cans left on the table and the sink, then proceeded to the back yard, where he gaped in surprise at the half-finished sandwiches and party refuse flung onto the patio. The pool lights had been left turned on, and piles of clothing from where the party-goers had changed into swim-suits were strewn on the lawn at the far side of the kidney-shaped swimming pool.
Jennifer's husband returned to the house, still in a state of astonishment over the disarray, and not fully comprehending what had happened. It wasn't like Jennifer to encourage this sort of thing - not, if she had been present at such a party which seemed more like an orgy from the shape of things. He thought she would have at least demanded that things be left in relative order when they went out. And then Armstrong began pondering where his wife and her younger brother and sister might have gone. He remembered with a sense of guilt how he had lewdly sucked his sister-in-law the day he had left for Richmond, and he hoped that Ellen hadn't said anything about it to Jennifer, but it would be just like the little tease, he mused angrily, to blow the whole thing!
Nervously, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, and discovered there were none left. Christ, he thought, and what I need now is a strong drink and a smoke. He went to the liquor cabinet, removed a bottle of bourbon and poured a tumbler half-full with the brown colored liquid. He began pacing through the kitchen, his head filled with wild imaginings of Jennifer hearing the story from Ellen and his wife suing him for divorce. He gulped on the bourbon, searched again through the pockets of his suit-jacket and slacks for cigarettes, and then his eyes lit on a brown-paper cigarette on the kitchen table. One of those goddamn French cigarettes, his mind registered, and he picked it up and lit it, breathing in the smoke through his lungs gratefully. He coughed, then dragged again. Sure is strange tasting tobacco, strong as hell, he gulped again from his drink, finishing it, and then dragged again on the cigarette. The sensation that the top of his head was slowly uplifting and flying off merged with a shirring sensation in his body, and he looked at his drink in disgust. Man, he said to himself, I gotta start laying off this booze. He sat at the table for some moments, letting his mind wander where it would, enjoying the fleeting sensation of well-being that pulsated warmly through his chest and into his head. He stubbed out the brown paper cigarette in the ashtray in front of him and stood up, yawning luxuriously.
Good lord, what in hell is happening to me? he mouthed the words, suddenly becoming aware of colors and shapes in the brightly illuminated kitchen that he hadn't been conscious of before. He tried to focus his mind on the task at hand, on the need to find Jennifer - in the back of his consciousness he was aware that something was wrong from the wreck the house was in - but his eyes seemed to wander involuntarily and at random without his volition onto objects in the kitchen: the coffee pot gleaming under a silvery light, or the way the kitchen curtains hung diaphanously across the window, filtering the cool darkness from outside like a dark-sifting flood of obscurity from the patio beyond. He slapped his face once, then again with the palm of his hand, and for a moment his senses were regained. If his wife were with the kids, he thought, they might be at the country club, but no, they didn't go there nights - it was to an estate they usually went, down by Half-Moon Beach, he recalled, searching his mind again, and then remembered it. Yes, he patted his stomach giddily in self- congratulation. It was Morgan's estate, the beach was always open and empty and he recalled hearing Sandy and Ellen talking about the beach parties they had held there and how old man Morgan supposedly had been grumbling about the teenagers and hippies who often camped out on his large property.
Without bothering to change from his suit-clothes, he bounded out the kitchen door and headed for the station wagon parked in the garage. His mind reeled under the effects of the marijuana he had unknowingly smoked, and as the car pulled out the drive, controlled by some unknown and residual clarity of mind, he began to imagine weird configurations of bodies laid out supine on the beach... He drove with his eyes mesmerized by the road, but his mind continued to embroider on his fantasy of the beach party; he could see them now, those kids humping like animals, screwing each other silly on the sand. It was a horrible thought, but he couldn't keep his mind off it, the vision of his teenage sister-in-law Ellen sucking on Chuck Miller's long thick cock, or even - yes the thought was incredible! - his own wife splayed out beneath an anonymous naked figure, buttocks gyrating smoothly in the soft white sand.
Chapter 7
The blaze of the three bonfires placed at short intervals along Half-Moon Beach rendered unsteady the slope of white sand that curved down from the border of hedgerows and scrub pine marking off the Morgan estate. Jennifer Armstrong lay on a blanket to the side of her brother who, with one arm grasping the shoulders of the girl with the short-cropped hair Jennifer had seen approach Sandy as they had left the house, handed his older sister the embered remains of another marijuana cigarette. She dragged deeply on the last of the conscience-destroying drug, feeling the smoke enter her lungs and then course through her bloodstream in a rush of sensation. What had begun as an attempt to show her brother and sister that she wasn't as much a prude as they had made out, had turned unexpectedly into an almost physical surrender of her body to the pleasures of letting the marijuana smoke envelop her and transform her senses into acutely receptive areas of ecstatic sensation. Yes, she had known what she was doing, there was no doubt about that. Willingly, she had left the house and gone out into the night with the group of teenage revelers, excusing her actions with the weak rationalization that they had needed a chaperone. Now she wondered if she hadn't wanted this all along, if she hadn't gone with them as a way of having further revenge against Dave. Hadn't she done enough already? she wondered with cool objectivity, or was she condemned to continually reasserting her independence from her husband who had taken her younger sister in his arms more than a week ago?
Jennifer heard feet scuffling in the sand behind her and she looked around, sighting the lanky figure of her sister's boy friend who plopped down on the beach towel beside her.
"Where's Ellen?" she lifted her head, disconcerted at Chuck Miller's lone approach.
He shrugged in the direction of the water, and she looked down the gleaming white sand to where she could see the figures of a boy and girl kneeling in the light surf that rushed in a gently lapping glow of phosphorescence over their crouched bodies. Jennifer lay out across her blanket, and in her attempt to move away from Miller she nudged against her brother's back. She could see the girl Sandy was with more clearly now, and for some reason she felt a sudden bitter jealousy: the girl's lithe small-breasted body was pressed tightly up against her brother's large muscular frame, and she was running her hands up and down his chest while he fondled the apple-like roundness of her tits, his body heaving gently between his older sister's and the girl's. With her brother on one side and Chuck Miller on the other, Jennifer felt trapped, and not wanting to make a disturbance, she tried to stay immobile, resting on her side. Her eyes inadvertently fell on Miller's pock-marked face, and she was filled with a repulsion that mingled with her jealousy of the girl lying pressed against her brother. God! How could she have permitted herself to submit to Miller as she had less than a week ago, she pondered the lewd grimace of obvious desire that contorted her sister's boy friend's features.
"Jeeze, Jenny, ya sure are lookin' good t'night," Miller exposed his crooked teeth, and she felt herself jerk uncontrollably back into Sandy's buttocks. "But what the hell's eatin' ya? One minute ya seem all turned on, and the next it seems like you're afraid I'm gonna eat ya!" Pleased with his burst of callow wit, the boy broke into a thin peal of laughter. Jennifer felt her brother's hard buttocks push back into her own well-rounded ass-cheeks, and she stiffened. Miller, in front of her, brushed the palm of his hand through her long sweep of blonde hair that reflected the flickering glow of the nearby fire, and thrust his lips against her mouth and kissed her.
"Ch-Chuck, no!" she pulled away, protesting weakly in a lowered voice so that her brother would not hear. "We can't - please Sandy will see!"
"Ain't nothin' he don't want t'know about," he kissed her again, fixing his thin powerful fingers on the smoothly curving white-bared flesh of her waist. The touch of his lips on her mouth sent an involuntary shock through her body, and she shuddered, trying as best she could to control her spasms of repulsion as his tongue wormed through her mouth burrowing warmly between her teeth. She could feel Sandy's back press against her own as he continued fondling the breasts of the girl beside him. Jennifer raised one leg, trying to rise up from the blanket, but Miller's hand fisted over her knee, slamming it down onto her other leg with a painful smack. She did not know what had come over her; yes, that first time she had wanted to do it with the boy, but now the very concept of Miller's long thick cock rummaging wetly up between her thighs overwhelmed her with disgust. But her senses took a longer time to react as she was still under the influence of the drug they all had smoked earlier, and when the boy pressed his hands to the full white mounds of her breasts she didn't pull away.
"If you're scared Sandy'll see, then keep still!" he whispered.
But her brother couldn't have been farther from caring about what was going on beside him. Fran Thomson, her face pressed into his neck and her hands now sliding down his abdomen to the waist band of his swim suit, had the boy completely occupied. He had been after the girl all summer, and now, with his usual good luck, he thought, he was about to get into this hot little sex-kitten's pants. His hands pushed beneath the cups of her bra and he squeezed lustfully at the softly trembling flesh of the girl's small closely spaced breasts, feeling her nipples come to starting erection beneath his kneading fingers. Damn, he thought, she's got such a tight little body, and he wondered how his cock would feel when he thrust it up into her warm little cunt. Sandy did not notice his sister and Chuck Miller writhing beside him; although he knew both of them were behind him on the blanket, his preoccupation with Fran had blinded him to the reality of the forceful seduction of his sister, Jennifer, now taking place. He felt Fran's hand drift over the top of his bathing suit, and he lurched forward, his cock jerking hotly up into her fingers that squeezed at the underside of his hardness beneath the skin-fitting cotton fabric. He did not give a thought to Jennifer when he reached down and held Fran's hand in his own, pushing the top of his bathing suit down so that her fingers touched the quivering tip of his cock beneath the material. The girl's hand lit on the full throbbing shaft, squeezing tentatively at first, exploring the length of his hardness and tracing the slightly upraised webbing of veins that pulsated at her fingers' touch. "Oh yesss," he breathed, the sound of his voice carrying to his sister's ears as she struggled silently to withdraw from Chuck Miller's hands wedged between her tightly clenched thighs.
"Yeah, squeeze my cock, Fran, jerk me with your fingers like that," her brother rasped, his buttocks again jutting firmly against Jennifer's bikini-clad ass-cheeks. And with her attempt to escape contact with her brother, Jennifer pressed the fullness of her breasts and her closed thighs hard into Miller's lust-incited body.
Again the realization that she was trapped between the two boys sent a shudder of fear through her. She could hear Sandy's gasps of passion increase, and she could still feel him move rhythmically behind. Miller's hands reached up from her thighs and cupped over both her breasts, and for a moment she considered making another try at escaping him, but when she heard her brother groan once more, she knew it was useless. The sound of his hip grinding in the sand as he continued to squirm with his desire-hardened cock within the clasp of Fran Thomson's jerking fingers, implanted in her a deepening dread. She cocked her head to the side and glimpsed her brother's bathing suit pulled down to his knees and the length of his rigidly erect penis in the girl's hands. She could see his fingers and hands, having pushed up her skimpy bikini top, massaging the small succulent mounds of Fran's breasts just as Chuck was doing to her now. Her large wide- spaced breasts, gently rising and falling, quivered in an involuntary sensuous response to Miller's softly playing fingers, and without knowing it Jennifer began swaying slightly toward Miller, her hips nudging at his loins.
The effects of the marijuana she's smoked could still be felt in tiny wisps of electric sensation coursing over and inside her naked belly, tingling warmly at the tips of her tautly erect nipples as Miller circled his thumbs around them, and flickering across the hollows of her self consciously clenched thighs. Yes, she liked what he was doing to her now, although she knew that the marijuana and being so close to her younger brother while Fran Thomson jerked at his long thick cock had a lot to do with it. She tried to blot out the image of Chuck Miller in front of her and she imagined that she was the girl beside Sandy and that she was letting him fondle her breasts, while she pulled on her brother's lovely cock. Oh God, yes, she wanted it so bad even as she realized that she was going to pay for it in the end. She just couldn't let her emotions run away with her like this! Here she was the chaperone of the party being seduced by her sister's boy friend while her own brother lay beside her, letting himself be masturbated by the Thomson girl. A long low sigh emitted from her lips. Miller took in her exhalation as a sign of her submission to him, and he ground his face down into her neck, his mouth sucking viciously at the burning flesh while he dug his fingers with greater pressure into her breasts.
"Aaaaagh!" she groaned.
Her brother heard her sharp protest and turned to glimpse Jennifer rocking rhythmically in Miller's arms. He saw her movement from the rear and so he had no way of knowing that she was actually struggling to break away from his sister Ellen's boy friend. Sandy's cock jerked up into greater hardness at the lust-inciting vision of Miller's thin form writhing against Jennifer. His hands played down from Fran Thomson's breasts until they rested just above the narrow waist band of her bikini bathing suit panties, and slowly, gently, he slid his hand beneath the tight elastic strip, feeling Fran's small frame tremble as he wormed his finger down until it grazed against the soft bush of pubic hair covering her loins. Her hand began jerking rapidly at his stiffening rod, pulling the resilient flap of foreskin back and forth and up and down as Sandy's middle finger rested on the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris.
"Oooooh," the Thomson girl crooned, wriggling her thigh as his finger began a tantalizing circular motion over and around the hardening pleasure center. "Yes, Sandy, keep doing that to me, don't stop moving your finger!"
While Sandy pushed his hands down between Fran Thomson's excitedly trembling thighs, Chuck Miller had continued the caressive torture of Jennifer, he too traveling his hand in a lewdly pinching path down from the sensitive flesh of her breasts to the flat naked plane of her belly. Jennifer's head had turned so that she could see her brother's arms extended slant-wise across Fran's belly, the gently heaving mounds of the girl's breasts shimmering in the glow of the campfire. Jennifer could feel her entire vaginal area moisten as Miller's hand fluttered beneath the tightfitting panties of her modest white bikini, his fingers probing lewdly at her rising clitoral bud just as Sandy's fingers now pressed against the other girl's warmly moistening cunt. God, they were both doing the same thing at once, her mind reeled. She heard the soft swoosh of Fran's panties being tugged obscenely down the girl's gently squirming buttocks, and now Jennifer gazed backward in rapt attention at the exposed auburn patch of pubic hair barely secluding the pink hair-lined lips of Fran's wetly glistening pussy with Sandy's middle finger thrust deep within the clasping hole. Jennifer's drug-dazed mind was now beyond comprehending what was happening around her. The few painfully muttered words she had issued to Miller only a few minutes before no longer came from her mouth, but were replaced by low moans of unwanted pleasure.
"Oooooh, Chuck, yes, touch me the way Sandy's touching her, yes do it, stick your finger up my cunt!"
Hearing her pleadings, her younger brother pushed over on Fran Thomson, lodging his knees on either side of the shuddering girl's spread thighs and grasping his blood-engorged penis in his hand. As he rushed forward, staring with hot-coaled eyes down into Fran's lust- contorted face, he heard his sister groan beside him. The outcry urged him on, and his animalistic desire for satisfaction by thrusting his pulsating length into the youthfully innocent girl who lay with wide- spread legs beneath him was ignited into a burning beast-like lust. He lurched on top of her and Fran's hands gripped instantaneously onto his uptilted sinewy buttocks, squeezing his lewdly poised ass-cheeks in passionate encouragement. "Oh, Sandy, I want your prick, oh Christ, I want it so much!"
Jennifer's brother grinned obscenely above the girl. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward immediately and impaling this squirming little classmate of his on his aching cock, but the desire to hold back and enjoy the sounds of his own sister being caressed into deepening sexual arousement right beside him made him hold back. He felt the girl's hands reach between their loins and grasp the full rigid length of his stone hard penis. Her tightly closed fists stroked it softly in reverence. He could feel its spasmodic throbbing against her soft palms and the sticky fluid that oozed from the blood-inflated head lubricated her clasping and unclasping fingers. Fran guided it up the valley of her palpitating cuntal mound, not letting it lose contact until it was poised directly between the mucous-covered flanges of her vagina. She held it there with one hand and with the other on Jennifer's brother's buttocks, drawing with all her might to put it into her and let it drown the heat that burned out of control in her belly.
Beside them, Jennifer and Miller pulled closer to each other. Jennifer could see her brother levered up over Fran Thomson now and watched as the girl beneath Sandy swirled the turgid head of the boy's cock around the splayed open lips of her cunt. From where she was lying beneath her sister's boy friend, the beach looked deserted save for some lone figures around a distant campfire farther down the beach. Chuck, his huge red-fleshed cock now exposed and his trunks pulled down to his knees, began inching up her quivering body, the flat of his hands sliding over the smoothly rounded mounds of her breasts that he had disrobed and that were now as naked as the milk- white breasts of the Thomson girl. As he brought his lust-throbbing loins close to her face, Jennifer sputtered out a weak half-felt protest, but he didn't hear. He too was fascinated with the vision of her brother lewdly posed over the other girl, and his movements seemed to match the slow gyrations of Sandy's buttocks as the boy slowly began to grind his hips down into Fran Thomson's loins.
Now Miller had pulled up so that the blunt lust-engorged head of his cock was just below her head. He pushed his hips slowly forward toward her upturned face, laying the wet sticky underside of his throbbing cock between the small valley formed by her tightly closed pink lips. He laughed softly as he watched her grimace down at the bulbous red cap. He placed one thumb on her upper lip just under her nose and the other on her chin, feeling her gasp hotly and hold her face rigidly as she tried to wrench away from him. He pressed forward slowly until the rubbery smooth underside of the heavy head dropped slightly through Jennifer's forcibly stretched lips and rested against her bared white teeth, the soft flesh of her puckered lips forming a lewd furrow along its length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several droplets of cum oozed from his throbbing gland and lubricated the mouth that was half surrounding it. He could feel the warm air from her nostrils flowing hotly against it as she breathed.
The sight of the monstrously huge cock filled Jennifer with a soul-searing dread. She wanted to scream, to jump from the blanket and run down the beach, but she couldn't. The brassiere of her swimsuit was untied and her panties, like Fran's, had been pulled down over her thighs. Although she had held Miller's long thick penis before, this was the first time she had been able to view it up close, actually feel its hotly pulsating tip pressed within her mouth! The head felt enormous pushing in through her teeth as it was, and as he began pushing more firmly now against her mouth, she began to choke around its hot rubbery thickness. If she couldn't protest, couldn't get up and run from him, at least, she thought, she could lie completely passive and attempt to inhibit him from invading her further. Yes, she had been excited when she saw Sandy fondling Fran Thomson's nakedly glistening breasts, and at that moment she again wanted Miller inside her, but the very thought of receiving her sister's boy friend's cock up within the wet receptacle of her mouth brought out another surge of shame and disgust from deep within her confused consciousness.
With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand Miller reached over and pushed her lips tighter against the purple veined member lodged so lewdly between them, gently continuing the slow skewering motion. His other hand slid over the sensitively trembling flesh of her breasts tweaking the erect nipples between his fingers until he could feel it rigidly hardening further under his caressing. Her eyes looked up fearfully into his face, and he found himself gloating over the girl's feeble expression of meek submission when he crushed the thickly stiffening rod of his penis completely through her soft moist lips and into the deep wet cavern of her mouth.
Jennifer could feel the hugeness of it slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth totally with its hot fleshy hardness. Miller, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his cock up and down toward her face with his throbbing penis sliding in and out of the tightly ovalled lips that still were attempting to reject him. His hands reached down when she tried to pull her head away and grasped her head in a vise-like grip, the tips of his fingers massaging obscenely into her hair. She struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was in vain as his thrusts became more and more rapid and seemed to match those of Sandy screwing into Fran Thomson at their side, never entirely withdrawing all the way, but always leaving a small section of the cap inside her lips in the hotly moistening shelter of her mouth.
Jennifer closed her eyes, her humiliation knowing no bounds. She felt numbed from the drug she had smoked and shocked by her brother's actions beside her and by Miller's salacious probing of his lewdly palpitating cock between her forced-open lips. In a mesmerized state, she gazed at the glistening length of his cock where it rose up from the thick black tangle of pubic hair and jerked toward her lips like some horrible serpent creeping from its thicketed lair. To her side she saw her younger brother moving a slowly gyrating rhythm over the spread-out body of the Thomson girl, and she could hear the heavy breathing of all three persons that merged in an obscene symphonic groan, piercing the late-evening stillness.
"Suck, baby, suck," she heard Miller command harshly above the top of her head... and she did, not knowing what she was doing or how to do it, as this was the first time she had dared, or rather had been forced to do such a thing - no, Dave had wanted this on so many occasions but she just couldn't permit herself to do it - and now her lips slowly began to nibble at the warmly throbbing cock. She coughed and sputtered at first, until the unnatural invasion began to feel less distasteful and she almost became accustomed to it. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. The sac of his sperm-inflated balls slapped lewdly against her chin and there was the pungent odor of male excitement around his loins that was at the same time sweet and acrid, filling her nostrils with a constant reminder of what she was doing.
Beside them, her brother could feel himself building toward the end of his desire as he plunged with hard cruel thrusts into Fran Thomson's moistly clasping cunt. The girl squirmed her buttocks into the blanket below her, the mound of sand beneath cupping around her smoothly rotating ass-cheeks, and slung her bare feet over the backs of his knees. Swish, swish, the sound of his lewd male hardness sluicing wetly up into her reverberated obscenely through the air. Jennifer's brother clenched his hands around her hips, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. While he stroked, his lust-glazed eyes focused on the form of his sister whose mouth was being fucked into by the Miller boy. He was beyond caring why or how Jennifer had gotten into that state; no, all he wanted was his own lewd satisfaction. Christ, Jenny's really sucking him, he thought, feeling his own breath coming in short stuttered machine0gun blasts that crackled obscenely from his throat. He stared down at his sister beside them on the beach blanket, watching her slender full-breasted body and her bobbing head, the vision of the enormous cock disappearing into her lewdly ovalling mouth shooting chills of lightening-like sensation up the length of his spine. In response, he rammed into Fran Thomson's warmly sucking pussy, pretending that it was he who was screwing into the tender shelter of his older sister's mouth.
But he could take it no longer, he had to be with her, his own sister, had known for some days now that he just had to get his hands on her. The wet licking sounds of her lips and tongue working over the palpitating length of Miller's desire-swollen cock excited the boy beyond the point of endurance, and he sprung off the Thomson girl, lurching against his sister's side.
"Oooh, Sandy, why did you leave me like this?" Fran sat up and looked with despair at the boy who was nudging against his own sister's prone torso. Deserted, Fran Thomson kneeled on her haunches and thrust her middle finger against her wetly glistening slit and began masturbating herself as she watched Sandy pushing against his sister.
The brother angled an elbow against Miller who was seated on top of Jennifer Armstrong, and Ellen's boy friend slid with a grunt to the side, still keeping the blunt hard head of his penis within Jennifer's sucking mouth. She turned her head to the side, still too wrapped up in the movements of the long fleshy rod to be aware of Sandy's hands pushing roughly over her aching breasts while he grasped his cock and began to circle it warmly over her moistly parted pubic mound. Then Jennifer saw her brother, and a rush of air parted her lips, blowing softly around the hotly throbbing organ between them.
Immediately, she ground her yearning pussy in a frantically rotating motion around below, searching with her gasping hot cunt for that hot stiff pole of her brother's that was going to rip her belly asunder. Yes, she had always wanted it just as Sandy was about to give it to her, and now she realized as her brother had moments before how much she had wanted him to fuck her - yes, her own brother fucking into her... and having the joy of feeling his hands on her insanely quivering tits, squeezing her nipples as he was doing now, while another huge cock wormed wetly into her face. SHE WAS GOING TO SCREW HER OWN BROTHER, her mind recorded with an instantaneous thrill of lust-filled release.
Sandy flexed the hot bulbous head of his cock against his older sister's already moistening vaginal lips, then thrust gently forward a quarter inch into her warmly palpitating vagina. She could feel him resting there for an instant, and then he began a slow revolving motion of his pelvis, his hands picking up the rhythm as they clasped and unclasped around the tiny erect buds of her nipples; he ground his cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the still cringing, but hotly receptive walls of her pussy until it fit snugly and warmly within.
With those first few thrusts, she had begun to suck voraciously at Miller's blood-gorged cock, using her mouth as though it were a second hungrily clasping cunt, and feeling the crown of the organ touch the tips of her tonsils as its full rigid length pressured through her ovalled lips and rammed into her throat. Yes, he tastes good, oh, oh, yes, I love sucking Chuck Miller like this, a droning depraved voice spoke through her consciousness, and suddenly she realized it was herself - a drug-incited bestial second-self urging her on to do viler, more debauched things to the two boys who skewered madly into her. Again and again Miller's full length disappeared between her lewdly rounded lips almost to the trembling hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breathe, catching small gasps of air on the outstroke.
"Oh, oooh, God," Jennifer groaned as they buffeted her into the sand, her brother's cock now skewering wetly up into her and his own balls smacking obscenely against the moistly upturned crevice of her buttocks. The mental picture of her body being driven into the sand by the two teenagers, one her own brother and the other her sister's boy friend, incited her more than she thought possible and the hunger in her belly began raging out of control. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at her brother's thick cock boring up into her. She wanted to milk him dry, to flood her womb until his hot sticky fluid ran down her thighs and puddled on the blanket over the sand below. Yes, she wanted to bathe, to wallow in it! She sucked like a mad-woman on the bestial penis, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel cock-thrusts. No, she had never tasted a cock before, and this one was so huge, so perfect! Her tongue licked salaciously at the sperm-bloated head, the tip probing hotly into the gland at the end. At the same time, she drew up her legs as she had seen Fran Thomson do before, and slung them around her brother's lower back, holding his wildly gyrating ass-cheeks close, close to her, in an obscene incestuous embrace.
To their right, Fran Thomson continued plunging her middle finger into her widely dilating cunt, matching her own ecstatic thrusts into herself with the rhythm of the three-some writhing obscenely on the blanket beside her. Neither she nor Jennifer nor her brother nor Miller noticed the figure approaching from the underbrush behind the campfire. Dave Armstrong had come up through the bushes a few moments before, after struggling for more than an hour through the rank overgrown back-lot of the Morgan property.
Jennifer's husband was out of his mind from the marijuana he had unwittingly smoked back at the Jackson house. When he had first seen the three copulating figures down on the sand beyond the campfire, he had watched in crazed and completely absorbed interest. Squatting in the bushes, he had felt his cock spring up into full erection beneath his slacks, and immediately he had forgotten the purpose of his quest. For a long time while the forms squirming below him had been unrecognizable, and he had, in his dazed and drugged condition, imagined himself participating in the orgiastic scene. He had worked his way through the bushes, finally coming onto the beach, and it was there that he recognized Jennifer's voice mewling in a long suspirant "ooooh" from around Chuck Miller's rapidly plunging cock. Still unbelieving, he had crawled across the sand until he kneeled just behind the fire. At this point there had been no doubt about it - it was Jenny, yes, and a second equally powerful realization struck him like a load of dynamite going off in his head when he made out the form of her younger brother levered up over her, his buttocks gyrating rapidly above his prone sister. Dave had stayed fixed behind the campfire, watching incredulously as the two teenagers buffeted into his wife who squealed with pleasure beneath them.
Now, still not knowing what to do and waiting for his head to clear, he again fell down on the sand, the shock finally too great to withstand. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and his breath came in great painful heaves, sputtering from his lips in long gasps. This was too impossible, too incredible to be true! The double shock of seeing his wife and then her brother, with Miller's absolutely monstrous cock slapping into her lewdly swollen cheeks, still resounded through his mind like a huge fist steam-rolling across the drug-sensitive nerves of his quaking body.
Then he was standing up and moving, hypnotized, toward them. Like three drawing magnets, the supine bodies sucked his body toward them, and he shuffled through the sand, the moonlight blazing into his face and the campfire warming his legs as he approached. He threw his jacket onto the sand, and then began unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling down his slacks, mesmerized and trancelike, dropping his clothes in a trail from the campfire to the three writhing figures until he stood almost upon them, completely naked, his cock standing out like a large gleaming scepter, aching with forbidden pleasure.
"Oooooohh, God, Sandy your prick, it feels huge, ohhh, fuck me with it!" His wife's voice stopped sucking for an instant on Miller's throbbing hardness, and then she had thrust Chuck's cock back into her mouth and continued to draw.
Dave lowered himself to the sand, grasping his right hand on his wife's shoulder and shaking her gently. The woman turned as much as she could and her eyes gaped at the sight of her husband naked, his throbbing cock clenched tightly in his hands. He nudged her with the other hand until she rotated slightly, pushing Sandy to the side.
"Keep fucking her, son," Dave's voice blazed at Jennifer's brother. "I'll take her from the back."
Dave's strong fatherly command drove the brother onward, the realization that the family was almost complete with Jenny's husband now flaming through the younger brother's lust-crazed mind. The boys slid to their side, pulling Jennifer over on her hips and giving Dave access to his wife's smoothly rounded buttocks.
Dave's mind spun half in a rage and desirous of a vicious revenge, and half from an incredible passion the likes of which he had never experienced before. As his wife rutted on her side under the onslaught of the dual thrusts into her mouth and cunt, he placed his hands on the round white half-moons of her ass, drawing the cheeks apart and inserting the throbbing head of his cock just outside the tiny puckering ring of her anus. He wiggled the shaft obscenely around the rear entrance, feeling her jerk away in fear as he began to press in. He looked down at the length of his fleshy shaft probing and working its way into her, seeing the muscles of his own stomach tighten as he strained forward. He could feel his wife shudder as he skewered his way into her tight hairless opening, quivering forward toward the two boys plunging into her front orifices while he fucked into her from behind. His eyes clenched tightly shut as the straining nether ring abruptly opened before his thickly pressuring rod and the huge bulbous cock-head popped up inside with a sudden rush. For a moment Jennifer tried hopelessly to pull away from her sodomizing husband, again lurching into her own brother's hotly rummaging cock, but her husband, grinning lasciviously behind, held her tight.
"Aaaaauurgh," she moaned from the onslaught, her lips contorting around Miller's frantically screwing cock, and his pressing thighs forced her forward once more.
Now gasping with arousal at the voluptuously heaving body impaled on their three sperm-inflated cocks, Dave Armstrong began sawing rhythmically deep into the pink inflamed passage of his wife, sensing Jennifer's own arousal at the rear invasion. Christ, he hated and loved his bitch of a wife at the same time, knowing that she was reveling in the lewd ravaging of her backside, and knowing that he too had never had anything as good as this. Dave Armstrong rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the soft pink rectal flesh follow his lewdly probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting the withdrawal.
The pain suddenly seemed strangely pleasant to Jennifer, merging with the electric shocks of pleasure that fluttered around her loins from her brother's incessant strokes and counter-strokes into her warmly clasping cunt. Yes, it was her own husband who was committing the vile ravaging of her virginal ass-hole while her sister's boy friend wormed his monster cock deep into her throat and her brother, panting now and increasing the pressure of his strokes, began thrusting the head of his pile-driving penis sharply against her cervix. She ovalled her lips tightly around Miller's hotly fucking cock, her hair thrashing against his abdomen, her lips clasping and unclasping wetly around the wildly plummeting shaft.
Suddenly, there was a soft voice from above them, and the three of them looked up, not stopping their wild ritualistic rhythm. It was Jennifer's sister, Ellen, standing with her swimsuit brassiere unclasped and her large moon-illumined breasts nakedly exposed. Behind the girl, Fran Thomson could be seen, masturbating herself to a wild frenetic conclusion, her short-cropped hair tousled and her head wagging from side to side in insane orgasmic delight. The three paid no attention to her but watched, rapt, yet still skewering wildly on the tangled blanket, as Jennifer's sister pushed down her bikini panties and lay out to the side of them completely naked.
"Yes, isn't this lovely," her voice said in an obscenely suggestive tone, pulling beside Jennifer's husband so that her legs clasped around his head and her exposed cuntal lips were pressed into the lust-incited man's face, "one big happy family all fucking each other! Yesss, let me join you!"
"Jesus, Jesus," Dave groaned, his tongue instinctively flicking up against the moist hair-lined lips of Jennifer's sister's pussy. The first hot lickings of his tongue sent the girl into a spasm of passion, and she pressed her full tanned thighs hard against Dave Armstrong's face, nudging her warmly palpitating pussy against his lips so that his tongue could lick over the tiny trembling bud of her clitoris. As she did this, her full round buttocks brushed in her sister's long honey-blonde hair, and Ellen reached out and stroked her sister's breasts, bringing low mewls of animal-like lust sputtering from the younger girl's lips.
In front of her, Jennifer's brother could feel himself building towards the end. He knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster, harder and faster into her, battering mercilessly into his older sister's hotly sucking cunt and feeling through the thin membrane that separated it from her anal passage her husband's ramrod of a cock. His hands gripped her waist hard, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh, his thumbs digging into the sensitized skin and leaving large welt marks from the pressure. Sandy stared down at Jennifer's slender bucking body and her head bobbing to the side with each lunge of Miller's cock inside her mouth. Spread to the side as he was, the bodies seemed to writhe into one hot mass of rocking flesh, the sounds merging in one long oooohhh as all of them neared their moment of utter satiation.
Jennifer could feel both lewd impaling organs merging in one hot sword-like thrust, then another, her husband's hips writhing and straining from behind while her brother slammed into her ravaged loins. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming sticky now as small hot emissions of male pre-cum seeped from the end of Chuck Miller's cock into its warm depths. She could feel Miller's hips muscling below her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodically writhing throes of death. His fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth up and down over the end of his wildly thrusting cock as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal-like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and she moaned piteously around it as it thrust hard forward down her throat as though it were trying to meet the other two hard cruel pricks skewering into her belly from in front and behind.
She had never felt so utterly used and debased in her life, and she drew in with her mouth and undulated her ass-cheeks from behind to end it as quickly as she could. The fiery fingers of electric sensations had gone beyond the point where she could stand it any longer. She just had to cum and cum now!
Miller jerked suddenly as though struck over the head with a cudgel, and writhed his hips torturously up tight into her face, driving the entire length of his hotly throbbing penis deep down into her frantically gasping throat. She struggled for air, bit it was useless as abruptly, his cock erupted into the warm wet interior of her tightly drawing mouth, incoherent sounds of obscenity spewing from her sister's boy friend's lips. His white hot male liquid spurted deep into her mouth like an exploding faucet, and she sucked and drew, swallowing convulsively, her cheeks bulging and deflating all the while from the volume of hot lewd sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the strong taste of his semen, and then it throbbed a long last jerk, and deflated softly beneath her softly whirling tongue.
Now she could feel her thighs pressed wide apart as her brother fucking mercilessly into her cunt, shoved as far as he could go into her nakedly writhing belly, and began spewing his hot sticky cum deep inside her. Sandy's lips opened wide with a wild spasmodic "Oooooh!" as she felt his obscene wet sperm inundating her hotly milking vaginal passage with a wild frenetic rush. She could feel it flooding warmly into her and gushing the depths of her womb, while Miller's cock softened like a guttering candle within in her mouth. There were several convulsive jerks of her brother's pelvis against the soft flaccid flesh of her hips and then he fell sideways, his body slinging into Chuck Miller's legs, but his cock still inside her.
She could feel her own orgasm building now. Her husband, approaching his own orgasm deep within her, continued rummaging his blood-gorged cock deep, deep into her ass-hole, his mouth working at his own young sister-in-law's hotly pulsating cunt all the while. Jennifer's body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body, and her head, mouth still sucking on Miller's softened cock, jerked uncontrollably back on the rumpled blanket beneath. Each insanely buffeting thrust of her husband's penis up between her buttocks sent a renewed surge of pleasure and lust through her, and her mind spun like a cork-screwing top, the images of her brother, sister and husband merging into one orgiastic vision of the family fucking wildly together, their hot wet cum fusing together in one incestuously obscene flood of mad pleasure.
"Oogg, ooohhh, yes Dave, screw my ass-hole, fuck me, fuck me!" she chanted, undulating her buttocks slave-like and gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her arms behind her back, clasping them on her husband's hips, and at the same time brushing her sister's lewdly jostling breasts as the girl groaned, clasping her legs tighter around Jennifer's husband's face.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion, and shoved her buttocks hard against his driving loins. Her body arched forward into the splayed- out bodies of her brother and her sister's boy friend, and she held her husband's hips tight to him from behind, sensing Ellen's orgasm building too from the girl's heavy breathing. Jennifer did not move, but remained quivering as her husband lunged his final impaling thrusts into her, feeling her orgasmic fluid spewing from her vagina still clasped tightly around her brother's softening cock and soaking her husband's lewdly slapping balls as it rivuleted down beneath.
Her husband was almost at the point of climax himself. He ran the tip of his tongue tantalizingly over the moistly spread folds of Ellen's glistening young cunt as he slammed hard into his wife's ass- hole, gripping the cheeks of Jennifer's still wildly rotating buttocks and squeezing with a crushing strength. He felt his wife cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his throat.
"Ugh, oh, oooh," he rasped, and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes into her hotly sucking anus. He screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the climatic sputterings of Jennifer's sister above him.
Jennifer, beside his pounding body, felt the first delicious waves of the hot white liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran into her body like the first rumblings of a volcanic eruption, slapping into her nakedly writhing belly and rebounding around like a great licking wave sunk deep inside her. She screamed as it gushed from her roundly straining ass-hole, his cum running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and pooling onto the blanket beneath them.
Above, Ellen relaxed into the final throes of her orgasm, her head buried now in the long swathe of Jennifer's blonde hair. After a moment, she too stretched out, a smile of complete satiation flickering across her sensually parted lips. The family lay there, occasional moans rising into the night, with the waves of Long Island Sound rushing onto the beach. The other party-goers had long since departed, but a single figure remained seated above the pile of disheveled bodies, the eyes of the girl frozen in horror on the scene. Then Fran Thomson rose, and walked slowly down the beach, still not believing what she had just witnessed, and filled with a consuming shame that she had participated by finger-fucking herself as the Jackson clan began the first of what would be a long tradition of summer orgies at the Jackson compound in Connecticut.
Jennifer opened her eyes and watched the solitary figure standing by the foam of white water several yards away from them... yes, she mused, feeling her teenage brother shift his weight in front of her, this was only the beginning... her parents were returning from Europe next week, and then the fun could really begin... what a great summer it was going to be!
