Once again, author Carl Van Marcus tells a bold and startling story of life in America. This isn't the sort of story that you read about in the daily newspapers. However, the foregoing statement is not meant to insinuate or construe that such events do not go on every time.
Anyone with half an ounce of sense knows that we are living in times that are almost beyond comprehension. Truth is outstripping fiction at every turn. One need only pick up the paper-any paper-to find all the evidence one needs.
However, the story of Peggy Hart only comes to light when something goes awry, some mishap, some tragedy. And then her plight is read about in all its lurid detail. Readers should be thankful they have the opportunity to read of such a story before the mishap, to read it in all of its detail as only novelist Van Marcus can depict it.
If the publishers have any message to convey to the reader it is this: In Her Brothers Two, author Van Marcus has portrayed real characters in an amazingly real way. Once one goes too far, it is difficult if not impossible to turn back. There is only one direction in which to go. Who is to say that Peggy Hart didn't work out what could have been tragic circumstances for the best? Let the reader decide and beware, lest it happen to them and they find themselves unable to cope with the magnitude of the situation.
CHAPTER ONE
Peggy Hart awoke once again, gasping, crying out. It took her a few panic-filled seconds to realize where she was. With a sigh of relief, she sank back in bed and stared at the ceiling in the early morning light.
She was in her apartment, alone. She lay, naked, under a sheet, already feeling the heat and humidity of another New Jersey summer day. The thin white sheet didn't so much cover her voluptuous body as it did reveal it: her large lovely breasts jutted up like twin peaks, the nipples plainly pointed by the clinging sheet. Her lovely body, her curving and contoured stomach, the deep and soft V of her loins, the lovely mound of Venus protruding like some hill in a valley, her long and full thighs tapering down to curvaceous and well-developed legs were all accentuated by the sheet.
Restlessly, she pulled the sheet to one side and ruffled her raven hair with her hand, half wondering how she would get through such a hot and sticky day. She lay half under the sheet, revealing one long leg with its tanned skin with one pelvic bone protruding provocatively, the skin of her hip snow white, plainly marking out the size of her bikini she wore while sunbathing on the roof with just a hint of her coal black pubic hair peeking out from under the sheet.
Still half asleep, her hand idly caressed her flat stomach. Letting her thoughts drift, flirting with the idea of going back to sleep, she continued to caress herself, her fingers slipping lower and lower until they were kneading her pubic hair and she unconsciously spread her legs apart and her hips began jutting and rotating, sending her vagina up, closer to her restless fingers.
With a little cry, her body stiffened, as she remembered, remembered the dream which had forced her awake. She covered her face with her hands and gave a little cry and fought back tears.
That's all over, she told herself, that's all done with and will never happen again. I must get up and do things, get busy and not think about it.
But she couldn't get up. She had to lay there and think about it; relive the whole afternoon in her mind again.
It had been last summer. Peggy Hart had gone on vacation, flying back to California, to her home, after her first winter in the east. It had all been arranged: her mother and father, together with her two brothers, Rich and Phillip, were going to spend the two weeks at their summer home on Lake Tahoe.
The reunion was a happy and tearful one. Rich was one year older, now eighteen and shortly to enlist in the marines. Phillip was fifteen and Peggy was amazed at how much the two of them had grown and changed. Even her mother and father seemed changed. Older, a little quieter. Peggy, the oldest, had left home to go east and accept a good job teaching English in a private boys' school in Orange, New Jersey. With Rich ready to go into the marines, it looked like it would be the last time the family would be together for quite a while.
So it was a sentimental and fun-packed vacation for all of them. They swam and sunbathed together. The nights were fun as they-Peggy and her mother-prepared the meals or they all went out to eat. Conversation ran high; there was much to tell each other, much news to catch up on.
They had always been a loving and close knit family and so they talked quite intimately about anything on her mind. One afternoon, while her mother was taking a nap and her father had taken Phillip out on the lake to fish, Peggy, clad in her bikini, was lying out on the sun porch, lying on her stomach. Rich, taller, more muscled, padded out and lay down beside her. He grinned at her. "Getting any?"
Peggy smiled, uncomprehending. "What?"
"Getting any back there in New Jersey?"
"Getting any what?"
"Come on. Aren't you making it with anybody?"
Peggy smiled, hiding a flush to her face by turning it away from Rich. She had had a brief affair with another teacher at the school, a casual thing that ended with no bitter feelings. The teacher was going with another girl in the town now and he and Peggy were still good friends. The one disturbing thing about the affair was that, for the first time in her life, Peggy realized just how lustful she was when aroused. It had been an aspect of her character she had never suspected before. She felt and indeed was capable of making love all night and her passion had startled her lover and had been one of the reasons why the affair hadn't gone on and become more serious.
She had felt guilty and ashamed of the thoughts and desires that ran through her mind as she made love and eased out of the affair in order to have time to think about her 'new self'.
"Cat got your tongue?" Rich teased.
Peggy turned back to him and stuck out her tongue. "It's none of your business, smartie."
Rich grinned and chuckled softly. "See that you have. Congratulations, join the club."
Peggy looked amazed. "What? Not little brother?"
"Oh yeah. Last month. You know, going off to war and all that stuff. Wow. Do you dig it?" He edged closer, his voice dropping.
Peggy sat up and shook her head, reaching for a cigarette. "My own little brother. What next?"
"All I can get, that's what. I really dug it. To think of all those years when I was being dopey over football and sports when I could have been making out. What a clunk I was."
"Rich, I can't believe it's you. Does Phillip, does he ... well ... you know ... does he?"
Rich grinned impishly then nodded. "Guess it runs in the family. Haven't you noticed how he looks at your figure?"
Peggy ground her cigarette out and lay down on her stomach. "My God, how things have changed."
"Everybody's got to grow up sometime. You are stacked, you know," Rich said, sitting up and taking in her figure, his eyes lingering on her full rounded buttocks under her tight bikini.
"Thank you. Shouldn't we be talking about something else?"
"Why?" Rich asked innocently. "We're brother and sister and grown up. You're only five years older than me. Here," he said, reaching, "Let me undo that strap so you can get your whole back tanned."
Before Peggy could move he reached and with a flip, undid the strap to her bra and pulled the straps aside. Peggy started to protest and sit up before she realized her ample and milk-white breasts were flowing out of her bra. She lay down again but not before Rich got a good look. "Come on, put it back on," she said, making light of it.
"Why?" Rich asked, his voice having that old teasing tone. "Nobody can see and I'll put some oil on your back."
Peggy closed her eyes and let Rich pour lotion on her back, murmuring as he spread it out, his hands feeling good. She reasoned it was all right with her mother napping in the house and her father and Phillip apt to come back at any time. She rationalized it was okay, the two of them now being adult. Naughtily, she thought of years before when they were growing up and the way they would stroke each other's bodies at night in the dark when their parents were downstairs watching TV and little Phillip was asleep.
She found herself becoming aroused, her nipples growing taut under her and a delicious moistness beginning in her vagina with the band of her bikini beginning to press in a tantalizing way against her swelling clitoris. "That's enough," she said with a warning teasing tone.
Rich lay down beside her, grinning. "Turn you on, huh?"
With eyes closed, she nodded. She found it was fun-exciting, sexually exciting-to talk so intimately with her younger brother. She found herself wanting to ask him questions and tell him about her feelings about sex but decided not to, thinking instead that tonight, in her bed, she would caress her own body into an orgasm, a relief she had been using since the affair.
"Well, I got something that will really turn you on," Rich said in a low conspiratorial voice.
"What?" Peggy asked, suspicious for the first time yet excited by his low voice. She should have known better but at the time thought nothing of it.
"You'll see. Mom and Dad want to go out on the town. Catching dinner and the show over at the lodge. Tonight, you'll see."
Now, in her bed in New Jersey, Peggy groaned aloud. If only she had been more aware, if only she had used more common sense that night.
She had cooked dinner that night for Rich and Phillip, the two of them eating like young horses. After dinner, it being an unusually balmy night, Rich had suggested a moonlight swim and the three of them swam and cavorted in the water, laughing, splashing and ducking one another as they had in the past. Only this time it was different, a little too rough and intimate with Phillip swimming under water and seizing her legs, his hand groping between her legs and pressing against her vagina. Rich had grabbed her and mauled her breasts. Wading ashore, the two of them tackled her and they all fell in the shallow water, laughing and struggling, the two of them on top of her and somehow-she thought at the time it was an accident, her bikini top had been torn off and she stood up with her two breasts white and fully exposed in the moonlight, her two brothers staring at her.
With a yelp, she tried to cover them with her arms, only succeeding in bunching them provocatively with one nipple, now hardened, showing.
They ran back to the house howling, Rich waving the bra over his head. In her room, Peggy got her breath, giggling all the time while drying and putting on a terry cloth robe. It had been a long time since she had had any sex and she was aroused now, her vagina tingling and moist and, as she carefully toweled it, the rough terry cloth only aroused her more.
Her face flushed, she wandered to the living room to dry her hair by the fire, naked under her robe, telling herself that although it had been fun, she would have to be more careful with her brothers. They were now old enough to ... what? She laughed at herself and put the thought out of her mind. It was all innocent horseplay and she shouldn't allow herself to think that way.
Still, as she sat on the floor before the fire, her fine bare legs showing, humming to herself, she though that a little smutty talk wouldn't hurt; sort of set the tone for later when she was alone, kind of make it all the more enjoyable.
Rich and Phillip came in, wearing robes and grinning at each other like they used to when ever they were up to some mischief. Phillip began drawing the drapes after checking outside while Rich went around turning out the lights except for one in the far corner. "What are you two up to?" Peggy asked, smiling and rubbing her hair.
"You'll see," Rich said. "A little mood music," he called to Phillip.
While Phillip set the stereo on, Rich came over and sat next to Peggy on the hearth, taking something out of the pocket of his robe. "Ever see any of this back there in New Jersey?"
Peggy leaned to see a homemade cigarette in his hand, carefully rolled in brown paper. "What is that?" she asked, suspicious and alarm growing in her.
"Grass," Rich said casually. "Mean to tell me you've never smoked any pot?"
Peggy began to shake her head and continued shaking her head. "No, no, no, none of that. Rich, I'm surprised and ashamed of you. No, put that thing away, throw that thing away."
Rich looked at Phillip and the two of them laughed in derision. "Listen to big sister. Come on, mean to tell me you've never tried it? Oh, come on."
Peggy was still shaking her head. "No, no, I've never even seen any before."
"What?" Phillip asked, sitting on the floor in front of her, "are you trying to tell me you've taught at a boys' school for a year and you never tried or saw any grass?"
"No," Peggy said, her voice shaking, "no. There were rumors and a few boys were expelled after they were arrested in town. Oh, Rich, please get rid of that and promise me you'll never take any again or I'll...." her voice trailed off as she sat, her face drained. To think that her own brothers did such a thing!
"Or you'll what? Tell Mom and Dad?" Rich sneered. "Come on, grow up, everybody is doing it.
The three of them sat arguing in low voices with Peggy apprehensive, glancing at the door and the drapes, fearing their parents might walk in at any moment. Peggy tried to convince them to throw the stuff away with Rich and Phillip arguing with her, citing all kinds of facts, telling her of their own experiences and, most of all, ridiculing her and calling her "A square."
They taunted her until tears of indignation stung her eyes with Rich finally pointing a finger. "You're condemning something you don't know anything about. Try it. Try it just once. I promise you nothing will be bad. You can't get hooked. Nothing will happen. Try it just once and then make up your mind. I dare you."
"Ah," Phillip said with a disgusted wave of his hand, "She's too chicken. You were right, she's just a square, a real cube."
Reluctantly, Peggy said, "All right, just this once."
And, lying in her bed in New Jersey, thinking back, Peggy cried aloud, putting her hand in her mouth and biting it hard. What an incredible insane fool she had been!
Once she had agreed they had gone out of the house, down by the dock over the lake to smoke the cigarette, looking around in case someone should come out of the dark, Peggy doing what Rich told her, holding her breath after inhaling. They stood, giggling and smoking until there was just a nub of a cigarette left with Rich flicking it out into the lake. It was a tiny glow that arched out and disappeared, with a foreboding hiss, when it hit the water.
CHAPTER TWO
Peggy Hart was still lying in bed, her breath coming fast now. She told herself she must get up, take a shower, get dressed, get out of the apartment and get to her job. But she couldn't move. She had to lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling and relive that night once more. How many times had she gone through it? She didn't know, didn't care; she only knew she had to go through it once more.
Although she tried hard to remember, she couldn't think of the three of them leaving the dock, clad in only their bathrobes. The next thing she knew, she was sitting in front of the fire cross-legged and listening as she had never listened before. Although she had heard the song many times before, it now seemed to go on forever and was terribly, excitingly sensuous.
Rich said something that exploded hilariously in his mouth, something that was wildly funny and they all started laughing then Phillip tried to say something and the fact that he couldn't was even funny. Peggy collapsed in wild laughter and thumped to the floor.
Then, then, that moment that would live in her mind forever: that terrible terrifying moment. Rolling across the floor, her robe became undone and she lay sprawled on her back, totally naked, trying to catch her breath. Rich crawled to her side and stared down at her lovely body, completely exposed to his sight. Phillip joined him and all laughter stopped as the two of them, now dead serious, took in her breasts, her stomach, her V wedge of soft, curling pubic hair, her long slim legs.
And the terrible thing was, although an alarm bell was going off somewhere far away, although she knew that it was wrong to have her brothers look at her the way they were, although she knew it was dangerous and sinful, she didn't really care nor could she get herself to move or do anything but smile up at them.
Watching as if in a trance, she saw Rich struggle out of his robe and saw him naked, saw his muscular young body and his hard erect penis and a deep dark lewd thrill ran through her body. It was so strong that her body trembled a little and, to her horror, she involuntarily spread her legs.
Phillip gasped and said, "Holy mackerel!"
Rich began stroking her neck with his fingers and goose bumps appeared on her skin. Peggy watched in a dream-state as Phillip tore his robe off and sat on the other side of her. Naked, a younger, slimmer version of Rich. He too had an erection and murmuring, her finger tips gently touched the head of his young cock and stroked it.
Now the two of them were caressing her breasts, cupping them then pinching her nipples, nursing them erect. Volts of forbidden pleasure coursed through her body. Peggy moaned aloud and spread her legs wider, raising her knees and gyrating her full lovely hips as her two brothers began sucking on the nipples, raising them to a hard erectness.
She moaned with delight, her drugged mind telling her that forbidden fruit was always the sweetest. She gave a low dark cry as she felt Rich's hand sliding down over her silken stomach, sliding lower and lower to knead in her soft resilient pubic hair. This was wrong, this was monstrous! It was also so very, very good and, with a wild unreasoning, she wanted him to go on. "Don't stop!" she murmured, the words slurred as her hips pumped, thrust upward, wildly trying to find his probing fingers.
"OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as she felt Phillip's hand sliding down over her stomach, felt it pausing to probe her belly button.
Phillip's hand too. The thought was too much and she felt as if she might have an electric orgasm right then. Her vaginal lips were swollen and spread as they had never been before and her tiny pink clitoris became visible through the thin covering of pubic hair, moistened and eager and she cried aloud again as Rich's fingers found it and began to slowly massage it.
Phillip's fingers, young and eager, found their way to the soft hot opening of her cunt and began probing. "Oh, yes!" she moaned in a long low sigh.
Slowly, unsure, Phillip applied pressure and Peggy spread her legs wide, as wide as she could and then, his finger slipped into her moist open cunt and went deep and Peggy moaned and contracted her muscles to squeeze the finger and probe deeper by pushing upward.
Now, as her two brothers licked and sucked her breasts and their two hands probed and sawed in and out of her cunt, Peggy went wild and seized their cocks in either hand and began stroking them, pulling back the foreskin to reveal their dark red mushroom heads, twisting her head from side to side to see them, her mouth open and her eyes glazed.
Both of them had fingers in her cunt now, sawing in and out in unison then against each other. It was Rich who pulled his hand free while Phillip slipped another finger in and sawed faster and faster while Peggy felt Rich's finger probing the tight puckered entrance to her anus. She was sweating now and breathing hard. All thoughts of right or wrong were gone. All she wanted was to fuck them and to be fucked by both of them.
"AGGGGGghhhhhhhh!" she cried out as Rich suddenly and cruelly pushed his finger hard and it popped into her tight, mechanically resisting anus. Although she had thought of doing such a thing before, she never had in actuality and it hurt as his finger probed around and she felt it feeling for Phillip's sawing fingers separated only by thin membranous flesh. It hurt, the pain building higher and higher until it didn't hurt anymore, until it felt good, felt better, felt mighty pleasurable and she knew, if they went on sucking on her breasts and using their fingers the way they were, she would have an orgasm.
She squeezed their rock hard cocks and, between gritted teeth, begged, "Fuck me, fuck me, one of you put it in me!"
Rich pulled his finger out, his fingernail scraping the soft inside of her anus and causing her to wince in pain. He grinned at her in a lewd drugged way as he sat up. "Not yet, honey. Phil, watch."
Tearing himself free and pulling Phillip back, he spread her legs so wide she thought they would slip and plunged his head down on her cunt, attacking it with his mouth and tongue. He sucked and bit, at her clitoris, his tongue licked and probed deep into her well-moistened cunt. Peggy cried out and mewled with pleasure, her hair matted by sweat on her forehead, her hands under her buttocks as she thrust them up to receive more pleasure, pleasure so intense that her vision was blurred and she didn't see Phillip until the last moment. He was straddling her, on top of her and his hard cock was flat against his belly and only a few inches from her face. Wildly, she took her hands off her buttocks and took her brother's cock in her hands.
Gently, moaning, her hips still moving as Rich licked and sucked like a crazy man, she put her tongue out, the tip of her tongue licking a droplet of cum off the end of his cock. Slowly, she rolled the flat of her tongue around the head of his cock, wetting it.
With a cry of rage, her brother thrust downward and Peggy took the prick into her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue rolling around. Slowly, Phillip began pumping in and out.
It seemed to be another Peggy. Here she was, on the floor, stark naked with her two brothers, doing things she had thought about but never dared even begin to do. Here she was doing perverted things with her two brothers! Her own flesh and blood! And it was exciting, it felt good, it felt delicious, it felt wonderful!
Now, now, her whole body started to tremble. She couldn't control it, didn't want to stop it. She, all three of them were bathed in sweat now and her body was convulsed as she felt Rich pull away then, reluctantly, Phillip.
They rolled over on the floor and Peggy, still trembling, wild eyed, crawled to her hands and knees and grabbed Rich's cock in both her hands. It seemed bigger and harder. Eagerly, her eyes closed, on her knees, she licked the cock then slowly put it in her mouth and began sucking as hard as she could.
She would have cried out with delight if she could have, for she felt Phillip kneeling behind her, seizing her full round buttocks in either hand. Still sucking, she spread her knees as wide as she could and thrust her naked buttocks up and felt the head of Phillip's cock on her vagina!
Slowly, he pushed it in and she felt her pubic hair being pushed aside and her cunt spreading to take his hot cock, felt it spreading and oiling the way as it slid in like some battering ram.
Above and behind her, Phillip seemed to explode in guttural rage as he pushed in deeper, forcing her head down, shoving Rich's cock deeper in her mouth. Rich had a hold on her head now, his fingers entangled in her hair and Phillip began fucking her with the fervor and strength that only a fifteen year old can have.
Peggy was battered back and forth, her breasts jiggling, the nipples rubbing back and forth on Rich's hairy thighs and only exciting her all the more. Above her, Phillip yelled and dug his nails into her buttocks and came, pumping white hot cum into her willing cunt as she thrust upward, wanting to get it all. His body tensed and he bore down on her with all his might as he yelled, "Jesus Christ!" and pumped on and on while Rich began fucking her in the mouth, driving deep, to her throat, gagging her.
Peggy clung with closed eyes, her lips stretched taut over his cock as she sucked for dear life and felt his cock growing, swelling, bigger and bigger until she thought her jaw would break and the monster penis would explode in her mouth and it did! It flooded her mouth with hot sticky sperm, it filled her cheeks to bulging as Rich yelled and arched his back and Peggy swallowed, gulped down the cum in order to breath only to find her mouth filled again as Rich kept coming and coming and Peggy swallowed as if she were fighting for her life.
Behind her, Phillip fell to the floor with a moan and Rich collapsed, letting her head go and Peggy fell to one side, her mouth still on his cock, sucking out the last hot juices.
They lay on the floor and didn't know or care for how long or even what time it was. Dimly, Peggy thought of their parents yet she was too hot, too excited to care much. All she wanted was more. And more! All night she wanted to do evil and lewd things with her two brothers! Never, ever, had she felt or thought that any human being could feel the intensity of sexual excitement that she was feeling at that moment. A wild irrational thought flooded over her. She knew now why incest was such a forbidden thing. It was so exciting! With a flash into the future, she knew no man, no matter how he tried, could ever arouse her the way her two brothers did!
It was Rich who finally staggered to his feet and checked the time, returning to Peggy and Phillip naked on the floor by the fireplace. Peggy, like a person possessed, was toying with Phillip's cock, smiling at it and nursing it erect again.
He stood watching them for a moment, feeling himself getting aroused again. "We got plenty of time," he said in a low voice, "The show is just about to start."
He crouched and watched Peggy sucking on their younger brother's cock, nursing it erect. He smiled to himself in an evil manner and began stroking his own cock, thinking, I got this bitch right where I want her. "We're going to have a time," he whispered.
CHAPTER THREE
She knew she must get help. She knew she had to make the painful effort to find a doctor, one that could help her and must, to him, make the shameful admission. She would have to admit to a stranger the truth, she had to hear herself admit, "I loved it." Such a sick shameful thing.
She lay motionless in her bed in New Jersey, staring up at the ceiling with a hot. sunny morning flooding the room and had to go through every painful detail of the night, almost as if she were rehearsing it in her mind in preparation for telling it to someone.
It was still early. It was hours before school, Peggy finding that she couldn't sleep for long or very deeply ever since that night. She slowly closed her eyes and let her mind go back to that night.
Phillip was excited again and Rich was crouched over her, stroking her body while he said, "Go on, the two of you fuck while I watch."
The word "fuck" excited her already inflamed senses. The thought of being fucked by her youngest brother while the other one watched coursed through her body, settling, like molten hot lead, in her groin.
She rolled over on her back and lay, spread-eagle, while Phillip, supporting his weight on his arms, slowly lowered himself and slid his prick into her cunt. They stayed that way, with Peggy motionless as Phillip slowly and surely began fucking her, his cock swelling with each stroke while Peggy looked at her brother Rich crouched by them, stroking his cock arid watching them fuck.
"Christ, I'm going to cum again!" Phillip cried as Peggy felt her own orgasm coming on like a gathering wave.
"No!" Rich cried, "Get off!"
Phillip withdrew reluctantly while Peggy whimpered and moved to one side as Rich, standing between her legs, taller, heavier, stronger than Phillip, holding his huge burgeoning cock in one hand, said, "Tell me you want it!"
"Oh, yes!" she whispered.
"Say, fuck me!" he muttered.
"Yes, oh, fuck me!" she crooned.
"Okay," Rich said, getting to his knees, "Since you want it so bad!"
He fell on top of her with his full weight, Peggy seeing tiny stars dancing in front of her eyes and feeling the breath go out of her and her ribs full of seeping pain, but she didn't care. She met Rich's brutal passion with one of her own. She would eat him alive!
Her arms flew around him and her open mouth locked on his, suctioning with her tongue flying wildly in his mouth, her legs locking at the ankles behind his back as his rampant cock plunged cruelly home, stretching her and hurting her until she thought she'd split.
Yet she didn't care as he fucked her with all his might, his balls slapping hard down against her unprotected buttocks as they bucked and fought across the floor with Phillip watching with open mouth. Peggy's pain turned to insane pleasure as she felt her flesh turning to warm putty in his arms. She wished with all her might that he would never stop.
"Me! Me! My turn!" Phillip was calling.
With a groan, Rich pulled off and Phillip fought with her for a panting second before they locked together and fucked in a frenzy.
They were fucking their way across the room, with the rug grinding into Peggy's widespread buttocks, the heavy nap of the rug thrusting up in the crack of her buttocks each time Phillip or Rich thrust home and tantalizing and exciting her distended anus.
Now it was Rich in her arms, fucking her faster. Or was it Phillip? Yes, it was Phillip again and then Rich. Then Phillip. Rich, Phillip, Rich, Phillip and then Rich once again!
It was brutal vicious rape with both of the boys wild with lust and trying to outdo each other. And, none of them cared with Peggy caring least of all, not even caring or knowing which one of them it was.
She could no longer resist, she could no longer fight. Her body went limp and she felt as if she were drifting in a vat of warm oil as her body was bounced across the floor. She was wedged between a chair and a couch now, her head under a coffee table and she didn't care; was glad in fact, that she was helpless.
It came on white hot wires. It came and snapped her body around and caused her to moan aloud, moaning all the way from the soles of her feet. It came and rendered her tongue limp and useless, it came in such sweet intensity she felt her body would be ripped in two and she arched her back, taking all her weight on her head and legs as her body twitched and convulsed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came again and again, the pleasure building until she felt it would rip off the top of her head. Her wide open mouth emitted a long moan. "AAAGGGggghhh!"
She came in waves as someone-Phillip or Rich-continued to savagely fuck her. And she kept cumming and cumming until they stopped and the two of them grabbed her by the ankles and roughly dragged her back by the fire where she lay panting for breath while her orgasm slowly subsided, tingling her body.
With a growl, Rich was on top of her again, his cock sliding easily and well-lubricated into her ravaged and throbbing cunt. He fucked her, sending bolts of pain and fatigue through her body, dismissing her orgasm and she thought she would pass out, fall into a dead sleep.
But she couldn't as she looked up dimly and saw Phillip kneeling over her, his cock hard and big in his hand. Unfocused, she watched his big head disappear in the foreskin then bulge out again. Slowly, weakly, her hips began to undulate again as Rich fucked her and a lewd thrilling thought thumped in her mind: they're not through with me yet! My brothers want more!
The thought aroused her and she could feel flames of passion and lust lick at her groin again, bringing her alive. She began grinding her buttocks up and rotating them, taking each thrust of Rich's cock with a lewd grin. She threw her head back in abandon and whispered, "You can do anything you want with me!"
"Hear that?" Rich grunted.
"Yeah," Phillip said in a low hoarse voice, "She's really hot!"
"Fuck me, fuck me, do everything to me!" Peggy hissed, her teeth gritting, her face a mask of wild wanton lust, her body covered with sweat as she tried, with all her strength to get more of Rich's sliding cock deeper into her cunt.
"All right!" Rich roared and, holding her, with all his young strength, he rolled them over, his cock still in her, to their side. Then, taking a deep breath and squeezing her, he pulled her on top of him.
Phillip watched as she rolled over on top of Rich. He watched as they fucked, seeing the shaft of Rich's cock sliding in and out of her cunt, the hair-lined lips of her vagina, tight as rubber bands, nice and round.
Peggy spread her legs wide and ground down on Rich, her clitoris exposed and extended as she ground it into Rich's pubic hair and writhed, growing more and more excited with each second as she moved and rubbed the warm fleshy walls of her cunt all over his cock.
Phillip had never seen anything so lewd or inviting as her broad, widespread buttocks writhing on top of a cock. Invitingly, Peggy spread her legs still wider, revealing the crack of her buttocks and her inviting, waiting, begging, anus.
Instinctively, she knew what he was going to do, knew, intuitively, what she wanted him to do. He was on top of her and she felt she would go mad with desire as she felt his weight pushing her down further on Rich, felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance of her tiny, contracting anus.
She groaned a strange animal sound of pain and pleasure as she felt her anal mouth being spread, distended, stretched beyond endurance or belief. Surely, she would have to stop, surely the pain was beyond endurance and his penis too big.
She bit her lips to keep from screaming out as the head of his cock swelled and pushed. It was impossible, she just couldn't take it!
Yet she had to, wanted to more than anything in life. Two of them, both her brothers at once! It was too inviting, too lewd and insane not to do!
Knowing it would excite them and fearing it might hurt her forever, she thrust her buttocks up and felt the head sink in. It was in! And pain ripped through her body and she bit her lips until they were white, as Phillip, maddened by the tightness of her anus, began thrusting in and out, going deeper with each stroke.
Beneath them, Rich, with all his might began fucking her in the cunt as hard as he could. The incredible feeling of two hard cocks, independent of one another and separated by only a wall of inflamed soft flesh, was too much for Peggy. She experienced a lewdness and ecstasy she didn't believe possible. She rode over and beyond the pain and began to feel pleasure whipping through her body like a ten thousand volt wire snapping energy in every direction.
She writhed and murmured and spat out, "Fuck!" as her brothers did and found herself helpless and impaled, being battered back and forth and above all, she felt the delicious excitement of two pricks fucking her at once. Under her, Rich was reaching for her breasts and pinching the nipples and she felt herself falling into a black void, a pit as black and warm as velvet. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck ... f-f-fuck me...." she heard her voice say, far away, as she fell deeper and deeper into a black ocean of orgasm. She felt herself drowning and passing out but didn't care.
Her body twitched and convulsed and shook in spasms of cum but she didn't care. Nor did she care as she felt first Rich then Phillip come in her, pumping gushers of white hot sperm into her, filling her up, only increasing her own orgasm as she sunk deeper not caring about anything but the thrill of two cocks moving inside of her at the same time.
CHAPTER FOUR
All that had been last summer. Peggy Hart awoke late the next morning in her own bed. Phillip and Rich must have carried her there. She awoke a different girl. She awoke and stayed in bed until her mother came and knocked at the door, saying, "Get up, sleepy head, you're missing a good part of a beautiful day."
She could barely answer her mother and, when her mother, alarmed, had come into the room and hovered over the bed, her voice rising. "My Lord, look at you? What on earth is wrong?"
Peggy closed her eyes. She wanted to, at that moment, to tell her mother the truth. Yet, she couldn't. She simply wasn't physically strong enough to utter the words. How could she, under any circumstances, tell her mother that she had reared three monsters? How could anyone ever admit such a thing? Her voice was a croak as she said, "I don't feel so good."
Her mother flew from the room and soon she was back with her father, feeling her forehead and taking her pulse. Her mother ran from the room to return in a few seconds with a thermometer which she thrust in Peggy's mouth. "Call the doctor," she said to her worried husband, "this child is mighty sick!"
Despite her weak protestations, she could hear her father out in the living room dialing the phone and shouting over it. Then she heard him talking to Rich and Phillip. Hearing their voices answer, she began to cry and her mother stroked her forehead and said, "There, there, the doctor will be here soon."
She must have lost consciousness again, for when she opened her eyes, a man, a man in a suit and smelling of antiseptic and tobacco smoke was sitting on the edge of her bed, taking her pulse.
He peered down her throat and examined her eyes which were puffy and bloodshot. He turned to her mother and father and said, "Well, she doesn't seem to have a fever but she is exhausted. I'd say it was a bad case of the flu and she needs rest and quiet. I'll leave a prescription you can have filled and later, when she's better, I'd like to see her in my office for a more thorough checkup."
Peggy groaned aloud and her mother patted her blankets.
She had no idea how long she slept. She was awakened occasionally by her mother feeding her soup and giving her pills. Her body ached all over and she asked her mother to bring her a nightgown.
Her mother got the nightgown and put it on the bed, looking down at her daughter. Peggy stared back up, not knowing what her mother knew. Her eyes narrowed and she pointed an accusing finger. "Rich and Phillip told me what happened."
Peggy's mouth was bone dry and caked by fear. She tried to speak but couldn't. Right at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to die. As luck would have it, she couldn't speak, for if she had, she might have given the whole thing away.
"They told us about the three of you taking a moonlight swim in the lake. Imagine! I never heard of such a thing. There's where you caught your chill, I bet."
Peggy closed her eyes in relief and found a tiny voice. "Would you mind leaving so I could get dressed and go to the bathroom?"
"Of course not," her mother said as she bent to kiss her forehead before leaving the room and softly closing the door behind her.
Dizzy, staggering, Peggy made it to the bathroom and, as she saw her naked voluptuous body in the mirror, she couldn't help groaning aloud. Her body was a mass of bruises, welts, and scratches! How could she ever explain to a doctor how she had come by them? Particularly since they were all in intimate places?
She put the nightgown on and went back to bed, pulling the covers high. She was still so tired, too tired to think. All she wanted, at that moment, was merciful sleep. And it came. She slept through several days, her strength gradually coming back and the soreness leaving her body.
She saw Phillip for the first time the next day when, at her father's insistence, well covered up, she was assisted out to the sun deck and set in a chair, a blanket around her, to get some sun and fresh air.
Phillip couldn't bring himself to look at her pale serious face without any makeup on it. He looked everywhere but at her, stammered, "H-how you feeling?"
"Better," Peggy answered, staring at him with round serious eyes.
"That's good," he said, looking at the sun bleached deck, restlessly kicking at the boards. "I got to go," he finally said and turned away and ran down to the dock.
As the days went by, Peggy felt better physically yet seemed to be sinking in spirits. One reason was the way both Rich and Phillip avoided her. Since that night, she hadn't seen Rich at all. He was always too busy getting a physical or papers filled out or visiting friends for the last time before he went into the marines. Phillip avoided her whenever he could, only once, in all that time, looking into her eyes and managing a small smile.
She kept begging off seeing the doctor and trying to devise and scheme in her mind for not seeing him at all and silently damning her brothers because they avoided her and offered no help at all.
She had to get away. But how? Her vacation still had almost a week to run. In bed at night, she thought up a wild alibi. It was up to her to make it convincing. The next day she sat in the living room, pretending to watch TV and be much improved. She talked of being strong enough to go to the doctor the next day. Happily, her mother made an appointment. Later, with Rich and Phillip only too eager to get out of the house, Peggy urged her father to go fishing with them. It was easily enough done and her coaxing of her mother into a nap was even easier. Her mother left with the understanding that if Peggy needed anything, anything at all, all she had to do was call.
Peggy waited until she was sure her mother was asleep, until the house was quiet in the noonday heat then she went to the phone and called long distance, collect, to New Jersey. She waited apprehensively, until she heard a familiar voice say, "Hi, Peggy, what's up?"
"Bill," she said in a low voice, "Bill, I need your help."
Bill's voice came back, a hint of alarm in it. "Anything I can do, just name it."
"Listen carefully. I want you to call me back here tonight. Six o'clock our time."
"Sure thing. What do I say?"
"Just ask for me," Peggy said, looking around the room.
There was a pause before Bill asked, "That's all?"
"That's all. I'll talk to you and pretend you're the dean or somebody. Trust me, Bill, I just have to get away from here and I want to do it without hurting anyone. Please do this for me and I'll explain everything," she lied, "when I get back."
Bill's voice sounded dubious. "I don't know, Peggy. Is everything okay out there?"
Peggy feigned a laugh. "Of course it is, silly. Bill, if I ever meant anything to you at all, please do this favor for me just this one time. Please?"
Bill's voice relaxed into an indulgent laugh on the other end of the line. "Okay, baby, just this once for old time's sake. You always were a kind of kook."
An unexpected sarcasm came into her voice. "You'll never know just how much of a kook." She gave him the number and hung up after getting him to promise once again and hurried back to her chair. She thought while she pretended to be watching TV. Bill Edmont was a good person and she felt fairly sure he would help her. Bill was the gym teacher at the school where they both taught and her former lover.
That night, as they were about to sit down for dinner, half an hour later than he said, Bill called. Peggy sat unconcernedly at the table, picking at her food while her father answered the phone.
"Long distance for you, Peg, honey. Somebody calling from New Jersey."
Peggy acted surprised and got up to answer the phone but her mother waved her down again and her father brought the phone in to the dining room and plugged it into a jack. Peggy acted amazed that anyone would call and answered, calling Bill by the Dean's name. Growing concern spread across her face and she talked on, asking questions like, "How bad is it?" and listening or pretending to listen to long answers that amazed her. Growing brazen in her lying as she realized that everyone was listening at the table, she looked, for the first time in days, directly into Rich's eyes.
He was sitting watching her, trying to hide a smile, an evil insinuating smile.
Desperately, she went on lying, finally saying, "You don't have to tell me more. I'll get the first plane back." And she hung up and looked at her father. "I've got to go back immediately."
"You can't!"
"What on earth for?"
"You're too ill to travel!"
The questions came one on top of another as everyone talked at once, Peggy finally able to explain that a large cheating ring had been discovered among the students and disciplinary action was being taken but radicals and off-campus troublemakers were threatening violence and the Dean wanted to nip it in the bud, didn't want any trouble or for the thing to get in the papers.
Peggy talked on and on, amazed at how well she lied. Soon, she won her father's sympathy. He was against campus disturbances. With the promise that she would see a doctor immediately upon getting back to New Jersey and with additional promises that she would call them if there was any "trouble," Peggy was given permission to leave and her father called to make reservations on the airline.
It was then that Rich spoke up. "Why don't I drive her to the airport. Heck, I haven't got anything to do. If you want, I'll fly back east with her. I'm just waiting around until I get orders and I've never been east. Peggy can show me around."
Everyone, except Peggy, agreed it was a good idea.
Peggy looked at Rich with his smirking little smile and, in a cool, calm voice, said, "I'd rather not. I mean, I'm going to be busy and I'll need my spare time to rest. Besides, I want to see all of you. Why can't we all, as a family, drive to the airport together?"
It was agreed and Rich shrugged his shoulders, looking at Peggy. "Some other time, then."
Only one good thing happened to her before she left her family for what Peggy truly believed would be the last time. Phillip came into her room while she was packing on some pretext and stood around, awkward and embarrassed, until they were alone and then he hurriedly said, "Look, Peg, I'm sorry about that whole thing. It was wrong, I mean, real wrong. I don't know why I did it. Please, forgive me."
Peggy looked up at his imploring eyes. He looked so young, his face so smooth and tanned, his tow-head hair so bleached by the sun. He was sincere, he really meant it. Tears came to her eyes. "I guess we all were to blame. Sure, I forgive you."
Phillip bit his lip and almost touched her. "I lost my head. It's that Rich. He's changed. It was all his idea. Since he's going into the service, he's changed. He thinks he's going to die and doesn't give a damn. It was all his idea. Kicks, he said. I'm never going to smoke that stuff again. I didn't know what I was doing. Please forgive me."
Peggy smiled sadly. "I forgive you. Try to forget it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Now, lying in her bed in New Jersey, after reliving the whole incident once more-she had lost track of how many times she had gone over it-Peggy could get up and make her bed and shower and dress and hurry off to school.
Bill had been great about it when she had returned, not asking too many questions or even saying much except-with narrowed eyes-to say, "Okay, it's your life and story but something happened back there, something you're not telling me about. But, I guess that's your business."
Peggy, as time went by, found that she was, forever, a different person. For one thing, she had lied. She had lied to a great many people and she had to live all those lies. She had also done something she couldn't forgive herself for.
After coming back to New Jersey, she spent as much time as possible alone, trying to sort things out. In Peggy's favor was her good upbringing, her character and her mind. After time and distance had healed her mental wounds, she resolved to think things out, to get them straight, to go over and over the incident with her brothers until she could, finally, understand it.
She postponed going to a doctor because of shame, telling herself that she had to understand what had happened first. She read all she could on incest and sexual aberrations, spending long nights alone over medical books. The few dates she had she kept quite proper and soon, she became known as a "square," someone nice to take bowling or to a movie, but definitely not a heavy date.
As she read on about incest, she felt, late at night and alone, sexually aroused. Although she gave herself reasons for not going to the doctor, perhaps the real reason was only too apparent: she had liked it. Perhaps the reason that she went over and over the incident in her mind was the fact that it excited her beyond belief.
She would lie in bed at night and groan. She would awaken early in the morning, while it was still dark out, and find herself writhing in bed, her hands running over her body.
She wrote regularly to her family. Rich was now in the marines, taking basic training. She never wrote to him nor did he write to her.
It happened one night. Unexpected. A knock at the door, Peggy put on a robe and called, "Who's there?"
"Me. Bill. Open up, will you?"
From the sound of his voice, something was wrong. Tying her robe tight and checking her appearance in the mirror, Peggy opened the door. Bill was standing there. His hair was mussed and it was obvious he had been drinking. His tie was loosened and he cradled a half-empty fifty of scotch in his arm. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," Peggy said, stepping aside, "What's the matter?"
Bill stalked in and threw himself on the couch, groping in his pockets and coming out with a crushed pack of cigarettes. He grinned up at her and then shook his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry. Ruth and I broke up. She gave me the ring back."
Peggy clasped her hands in front of her. "Oh. Bill, I'm so sorry. What happened?"
Bill waved his hands. "How the hell do I know? It was a silly argument. One thing led to another and before I knew it, it was all over. I'm sorry. I shouldn't bother you, you've got enough troubles of your own."
Peggy was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
Bill looked at her knowingly. "Something happened to you out there on the coast. I can tell. Did you have an unhappy love affair?"
Peggy heaved a sigh. "No, no, just what I told you."
Bill grunted. "I don't buy it. Okay, it's your story. Anyway, I'm miserable and I just wanted somebody to talk to." He heaved to his feet. "I'll be on my way, me and my bottle. I'm sorry I came over here like this."
Peggy's heart reached out to Bill. He was a nice genial guy and had helped her when she needed it. "No, don't go. Look at you. Sit down, I'll make us some coffee."
"I'd rather have some of this," Bill said, holding the bottle up. "Join me?"
Peggy agreed, thinking he needed something to dull his shock and pain. They sat together on the sofa with Bill making a sad ironic toast to, "Women. I'll never understand them."
He talked on and on about Ruth and how the whole thing didn't make sense. Peggy encouraged him to talk, feeling it was good for him and Bill was only too willing. They talked until late at night with Peggy taking the part of Devil's advocate, arguing with Bill to go back to Ruth, to at least try it out.
Bill stalked the room, gesticulating and raving on with Peggy trying to hide a smile. Poor Bill, he was such a nice guy, very good looking and well-built, working out in the gym every day with the boys. Like so many other men, he understood masculine things but, when it came to women, he was like a little boy, helplessly flailing his arms about and fervently declaring, "I just don't understand women!" Looking up at the ceiling and saying, "I'll never understand women!"
Peggy hid a smile behind a hand. He was, in a boyish way, amusing. Then, then, the thought fused and exploded in her mind! That was precisely the reason she was attracted to Bill in the first place! It was the reason why she had been so eager to take the job teaching so far from home in the first place! It was the reason behind a lot of her behavior and drives!
Young boys excited her!
Young boys and men who acted young excited her!
"What's the matter with you?" Bill had stopped pontificating and was standing in the middle of the room, looking at her.
"Huh? Nothing, nothing at all."
"You look as if you've just seen a ghost."
Peggy tried to smile. "No, no, I was just thinking, I ... I ... was just thinking about you and Ruth and how sad it was, that's all," she lied, looking around for something to do. Bill poured some more scotch into her glass and she drank eagerly.
"You never know a person," Bill said, sitting next to her. "I thought I knew Ruthie and look at me. I thought I knew you," he said, putting a hand on her knee. "We had good times together but I could never figure out why you broke the whole thing off."
Peggy tried to move away from him on the couch but couldn't. She was suddenly aware that she had had too much to drink. His hand felt good on her knee. Too good. She tried to change the conversation. "You've got to teach tomorrow. Shouldn't you go a little easy with the scotch?"
"Hell, no!" Bill said, pouring more for the two of them. "It isn't every day I break up. Not every day I break an engagement. Here to broken engagements and hearts!"
Tipsy, Peggy drank with Bill putting his hand on her knee again and rubbing back and forth. " We had good times together. I mean, it seemed great to me. Did I do anything wrong? I mean, I could never figure it out. I can't figure anything out at all!"
Peggy laughed and smoothed out his ruffled hair. "You were fine. It just wasn't the right time, I guess."
Bill looked at her drunkenly. "And what does that mean?"
Peggy shrugged and looked down at her drink. "Oh, I guess it just wasn't the right time, that's all." Bill was still stroking her thigh, moving up now, gradually pulling one corner of her robe up to expose a dimpled knee. It felt good. She put one hand to her head. "Perhaps I've had too much."
"Hope. Not enough." Wavering, Bill poured both of them still another drink. "Come on, loosen up. Tell me about yourself." His hand returned to stroking her thigh. Peggy was sitting with one leg crooked under her and his hand was gradually slipping down between her legs. She had nothing on under the robe.
She took a long drink and said nothing as his hand kept exploring, pulling the robe still higher and exposing a portion of her beautifully shaped white thigh. Her thoughts were becoming befuddled now and she heard Bill's voice coaxing.
"Come on, I tell you all my troubles. We meant something to each other once upon a time. Tell me your troubles."
Peggy took a deep breath and held it. Instead of talking, she drank again. Perhaps she could tell him her troubles. Bill was so understanding. Perhaps it would do her good to just spill it all out. The relief would be overwhelming.
"Come on, I know something's bothering you. Tell me."
She looked at him. It was difficult to focus on his face. Oh God, she told herself, I've had too much to drink! "Bill," she heard her voice say, "Oh, lovely Bill. You're so good and honest."
Bill nodded to that and poured them both more to drink.
One more, Peggy thought, one more drink and I'll tell him. She drained the glass and caught her breath. "You see, it's not that I don't like sex. I like it a lot. I can't help the way I feel."
Bill snorted and resumed stroking her thigh which was bare now up to the hip. Another inch and her soft curly pubic hair, resilient as silk, would show. She didn't care. She felt her vaginal lips beginning to swell and her cunt was moist and warm between her legs. Perhaps, drunkenly, she reasoned that if she told him the whole truth and they made love, perhaps she could get over the whole thing. Ruth, whom she knew, was far from her fogged and excited mind at that moment.
"So what's wrong with liking sex? Millions of people do. I do! Ruth doesn't. I guess that's where it's at! I liked sex with you." Bill's voice dropped low. Peggy shuddered as she felt his hands lightly brush against her pubic hair. Under her robe, she felt her nipples come to life and tighten against the material. The relief of alcohol dulling her mind let the animal in her respond.
"I guess I like it too much," she whispered.
Bill put his drink down and his hand felt its way down with one finger slowly rubbing against the lips of her vagina. "So what's wrong with that?" he asked.
Peggy couldn't look at him, staring off across the room instead. "I like it too much."
"That's healthy," Bill whispered, shifting his weight and leaning close, pulling her robe untied and folding it back so that she was naked, her breasts spilling out in lovely soft abundance.
"Bill!" Peggy called weakly.
"I always did go for you," he said huskily. His finger parted the softness of her pubic fleece finding her already lubricated clitoris and rolling it around.
Peggy let her head fall back drunkenly, her breasts jutting up invitingly. Bill cupped one in his hand and the tip of his wet tongue flicked over her nipple and Peggy groaned. Bill put his mouth by her ear and ran his tongue around. "Come on," he urged, "Don't be inhibited."
Something burst inside of Peggy. "Inhibited?" she asked, pulling away with all her might and standing up. "You think I'm inhibited?"
She stood in front of him with her robe hanging open as Bill sat on the couch, looking up at her in amazement at her vehemence. Never had a woman looked so tantalizing or inviting to him. Peggy had big heavy breasts that stood out firm and exciting. A well molded but flat stomach and wide hips with jutting pelvic bones. Her thighs were revealed by the robe in all their voluptuous splendor. Long shapely legs tapering to slim ankles. She was beautifully, enticingly proportioned. Bill's eyes were riveted to her smooth mound of Venus covered with sparse soft pubic hair, black as midnight. "Inhibited!" Peggy said again, slurring the word slightly. She pointed a finger. "Sit there!"
She closed the robe around her, shushing Bill as he started to protest. "Just watch," she said. She smiled at him lewdly. She was going to show him just what she was like. She was going to exorcise a few ghosts and free herself and admit what she was like. Really like! She was going to have a good time, she was going to give in to some of her dark dreams and half-formed thoughts. Drunkenly, she reasoned that this was what she was really like and therefore, this was what she would really be!
Still smiling, she let the robe drop off one shoulder, letting it fall far enough to expose the swelling mound of one breast. Still smiling and moving in front of him, she let the other shoulder fall and stood holding the robe up by cupping her breasts. Slowly, her eyes half closed, she wiggled one leg free from under the robe and let it be exposed up to the hip. "You like?" she asked.
Bill breathing heavily, could only nod.
"Want to see more?" she teased.
Again, he nodded and Peggy smiled as she saw his cock swelling under his pants. Slowly, humming to herself and moving back and forth in front of the couch, she pulled the robe down, exposing first one breast then the other as Bill sat with open mouth watching her free hand cup the breast and watching her fingers massage and squeeze her nipples. "Jesus Christ!" was all he could mutter.
Peggy went on, lowering the robe around her wide fanning hips, lowering it down to where her pubic hair began. She stood directly in front of him and began to slowly and lewdly rotate her buttocks, thrusting out toward his face in a slow grind so that her pubic hair showed. She kept it up until Bill, with a hoarse cry, started to get up and reach for her.
Nimbly, she jumped back, smiling, her mouth open and the pink tip of her tongue exposed. "No!" she teased. "Not yet, darling."
"Yeah!" Bill said, lunging at her.
"No!" Peggy commanded, surprising herself with the harshness in her voice. "Sit down!" she said.
Dumbfounded, Bill fell back on the couch.
Peggy smiled seductively and weaved back to stand in front of him. "I like my sex in funny ways," she said in a low husky voice, "And, believe me, I'll give you all the fucking you want."
Bill looked up at her astounded.
Peggy smiled lewdly. "Yes," she said, slowly pronouncing the word. "Fuck. I like to say it. I love to do it. That's what I found out on the coast. Fuck. I love it. Now you know part of it. Want me to go on?" Peggy was astounded at the crude forcible way she spoke; astounded and excited. This was what she was really like.
Bill could barely nod.
Peggy looked at him for a minute, teasingly twitching her buttocks. "That's better," she said in a low voice. Slowly, she turned her back to Bill and slowly, achingly, let the robe fall lower and lower, exposing her smooth rounded buttocks to Bill. He gazed at them with fogged eyes. They were lovely, firm and rounded, like twin honeydew melons.
Bill caught his breath again as Peggy let the robe, fall to the floor and stood naked before Bill with her back to him. She spread her arms wide and swayed back and forth in front of him, saying over her shoulder, "Not yet, I'll tell you when I'm ready, darling."
Slowly, with her hands provocatively on her hips, she turned to face Bill and stood with her legs wide apart. Closing her eyes and letting her tongue lick her lips, she put both her hands on the insides of her thighs and slowly drew them up until they touched her inflamed cunt. Slowly as Bill sat forward, panting, she spread the lips of her vagina with her fingers and exposed her pink moist cunt to his eyes, a beautiful glistening sideways mouth bearded by dark silken pubic hair.
As Bill got to his feet with a hoarse cry, Peggy gave a throaty lewd laugh and dropped to her knees in front of him, shoving him back on the couch. "You would have to come up here tonight," she said, still laughing.
Crouching between his knees, she pulled the zipper down on his pants. With a groan, Bill closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Peggy fumbled for and found his penis, her hand closing around it and squeezing. Slowly, she brought it out and cradled it in her hands, looking at it lovingly in the light. Always, before, they had made love in the dark. No more of that, she thought, smiling.
She smiled down at his cock in her hands, watching it swell as she petted it. Slowly, as Bill twitched and groaned, she pulled the foreskin back, watching the blood-red mushroom head slowly bulge out, seeing a tip of white cum, a little droplet gathering. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked it off. Involuntarily, Bill groaned and tried to close his legs but Peggy wedged herself between them, crooning, "Relax a little, just relax and enjoy it."
She held his cock tightly in one hand and began to stroke it, watching it swell even bigger, He had never been this big before, she told herself, adding, in her fevered mind, that this was the way to have sex. None of this groping in the dark and feeling guilty about what you honestly felt.
She took the broadening, expanding head in her mouth and closed her lips tightly around it, sucking gently while she still stroked the rigid shaft of his cock as he began to moan more and writhe on the couch. Her free hand slipped down to her wet cunt where she began to massage herself, feeling her excitement mount. Slowly, her lips tightly around his prick, she began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of his shaft and sucking harder and harder with each deepening stroke, letting his now rampaging cock fill her mouth, letting it slide its wet way to the back of her throat as she reached down between her legs and stuck a finger in her cunt then two fingers and, still sucking, she began sawing her fingers in and out, slowly at first but with ever increasing tempo in time to her sucking.
Bill had his legs spread wide now and was moaning and panting. His strong hands reached down and grabbed her hair and pulled her down. His athletic body was too strong for Peggy. She was no match. Wildly, grunting, gasping, he began to brutally fuck her in the mouth. To his amazement and growing excitement, Peggy didn't resist but rather held on, sucking with all her might.
With a roar he threw her off, his strength and excitement was such that he threw her across the room and back on the floor where she landed with a crash and lay blinking, the breath temporarily knocked out of her. With eyes closed, Peggy drew her knees up and spread her legs. This was what she wanted, this was something like what it was with her brother Rich.
Rich!
The name rang in her mind! If only she could have Rich here! Yes, and Phillip too! If only there were boys around to rape her, use her, treat her like a slut, a whore!
Bill was above her, panting and wild eyed, tearing at his clothes. He was on top of her and she was holding his ramrod cock in her hand, guiding it in and he was fucking her, fucking her hard and fast, crushing her under him with all his brutal strength.
And it wasn't Bill! It was Rich! It was an evil lewd thing they were doing on the floor and it was Rich! Her hand slipped down Bill's strong back and found his buttocks, found the crevice between his buttocks and her finger probed lower and found his tight puckered little anus. With a lewd smile and lunge, she pushed her finger and it popped in and Bill gave a yell. Only, in her mind, it wasn't Bill, it was Rich and she'd love to do that to him while Phillip watched.
Groaning, moaning, twisting her finger in Bill's anus and rotating under him while she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, Rich!" she exploded in a premature orgasm and shuddered beneath Bill.
Bill, sensing her orgasm and hearing the name, slowed and stopped. He lay on top of her, breathing hard. "Rich?", he asked, "Who's Rich?"
Peggy covered her face with her hands and could say nothing. Bill paused for a moment before asking in a deflated voice. "Was he your lover? Is that what happened out there?"
Hands still in front of her face, Peggy nodded.
Bill was still for a moment before slowly withdrawing, unsatisfied and sitting on the floor, looking away, before crawling to his pants he had thrown across the room and getting a cigarette and lighting it. He sat slumped against the wall, utterly depressed and disgusted, smoking hurriedly.
Peggy rolled over on her stomach and looked at him, trying to act calm as she frantically tried to think if she had ever mentioned her brother's names. And so what if she had? Her face brightened. There was more than one Rich in the world. "Don't feel so bad," she murmured.
Bill flicked ashes recklessly on the floor. "Hell of a night. First one girl then another. What the hell is wrong with me?" he cried out in anguish.
"Aw," Peggy said, crawling to his side. "I'm so sorry. Look, it's true, but, I'm making love to you now. Not him," she lied.
"Big deal," Bill said.
Peggy smiled and her hand felt his cock. It was somewhat deflated but he was still excited, still unsatisfied. She began to stroke it and kiss his face. "Poor boy," she whispered, "Want somebody to be good to you, don't you? Want somebody to give you a little loving, don't you?"
Bill said nothing but his cock was beginning to grow again. Gently, Peggy took the cigarette from his hand and got up, taking a puff before she walked to the coffee table and ground it out. She turned and looked at Bill still sitting, forlornly on the floor. "Come here, I'm going to be good to you," she said in that husky, almost threatening voice.
Slowly, self-consciously, Bill got to his feet, looking comic to Peggy with his penis sticking out erect. "What?" he asked coming across the room with his head hanging.
Peggy kissed him full on the mouth, wiggling her tongue in between his lips while fondling his cock. She pulled away and laughed at him. "Lie down here, I'll take care of you!"
"On here?" Bill asked pointing at the couch.
"Yes, silly. Lie down on this end. Lie on your back," she said.
Obediently, Bill lay down and looked up at her. She stood naked and brazen before him and he felt himself growing excited again. "What are you going to do?"
For an answer, Peggy took one of his legs and draped it over the arm of the couch. She kneeled on the floor between his legs and spread them wide. She took his cock in her hands and stroked it softly several times before smiling at him and saying, "I want you to cum in my mouth."
Bill's head fell back as he groaned.
"And I want you to watch my mouth when you do it." Peggy added.
Bill looked up to see her smiling at him. And, as he watched, he saw her skin back his bulging cock and, making her mouth round, he watched as her soft wet lipstick -rimmed lips slid slowly down over the head of his cock and enveloped it. She held her lips there, tightening as Bill watched and ran her tongue around and around the head of his prick which seemed to grow with each sensual swirl of her hot wet tongue. Bill watched in lewd fascination as her free hand cradled and stroked his balls while her other hand began slowly caressing the shaft of his cock, sending the foreskin up into Peggy's mouth where she would lick it with her tongue and suck it with her lips as she pulled it out.
Bill couldn't take his eyes from the top of her head as it slowly began to bob, taking more of his cock in the soft warm cavern of her mouth with each stroke. My God! he thought, I've never had such a hard-on! It'll kill me!
Now Bill began writhing and moving his hips as he watched Peggy, her mouth now stretched wide, her wet lips riding up and down the length of his piston-like cock. Slowly, she began increasing the tempo, slowly building, faster and faster with Bill moving with her, unable to take his eyes from her passion contorted face. She seemed in ecstasy! She seemed to love it!
They moved in rhythm with Bill moaning and urging her on with each breathy exclamation: "That's it ... suck ... keep going ... don't stop ... don't ... stop!"
They mounted in intensity with Bill again beginning to fuck her harder in the mouth, shoving forward as hard as he could to see Peggy take it all and greedily swoop down on his prick as he pulled back for another stroke. God! he thought, she's going to suck me to death!
Bill was hotter than he had ever been before and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. Yet, he couldn't. Some inhibition, some guilt stopped him each time and he fell back with a cry of frustrated rage and lay panting.
He was so hot! He wanted more than anything to shoot his hot scalding semen in her mouth and yet, he never had before and simply couldn't bring himself to do it!
Peggy never stopped sucking. She heard him yell out in anger and instinctively knew what to do. Reaching down, she found his anus and teased it with her fingernail, gently rubbing it back and forth. Above her, Bill's mind went wild. This, he told himself, was too much! This was better than any harem queen he had ever read of!
His hips began pumping again as he felt Peggy's finger beginning to probe, press, on the entrance to his anus. With a sudden unexpected shove, she pushed her finger into his anus and sucked as hard as she could on his cock.
Bill yelled, wilder and hotter than he ever thought he could be. He raised his head and saw her sawing in and out of his anus and sucking as fast and as hard as she could with her red, ovaled lips on his now monstrous cock.
Then he felt it cumming, felt himself powerless to resist and felt the sweet electricity course through his body as he twitched and moaned and watched, in lewd fascination, his face twisted as he came in her mouth and saw her cheeks puff out as he flooded cum deep into her working throat and saw her gulp and swallow and suck some more and he shouted, "Oh no! Do it! Suck!"
And Peggy sucked and sucked as he jetted his sperm deep into her mouth, thrusting hips brutally forward with each gush as Peggy swallowed it all until Bill, with a long moan, fell back while Peggy continued to suck away, finally taking his now flaccid cock from her mouth and licking it clean with her tongue.
When she was through, she kneeled looking at Bill sprawled flat on the couch, his eyes closed. She crawled on top of him and whispered, "Did you like that?"
All Bill could do was nod weakly.
"Lots more where that came from," she said, giggling.
Bill didn't answer and Peggy frowned, wondering what was wrong with him. The first deep breath was her answer. Peggy smiled. He was sound asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Bill woke up snorting, sitting up immediately and looking around, rubbing his face. For a moment, he didn't know where he was and his heart began pounding. Then, recognizing Peggy's apartment, he fell back with a sigh and closed his eyes, ready to fall back to sleep.
He jumped up again. Peggy's apartment! It was like opening a door and getting hit with a wall of water! He was on Peggy's couch, naked, covered with a sheet and blanket and filled with lewd images of the night before. He got to his feet, saw his pants neatly folded over a chair, hurriedly put them on and tiptoed to her bedroom door. Opening it a crack, he peered in. She was asleep, only her tousled hair showing above the covers.
With elaborate care, he closed the door and tiptoed back to dress as quickly as possible. At the door, he paused to look around to see if he had forgotten anything, thought, for a moment, about leaving a note, decided against it, and slipped out. It was just getting light outside and, fortunately, the neighborhood was still asleep.
Safe behind the wheel of his car, he paused for a moment and lighted a cigarette. He sat smoking and thinking of the events of the night before. Slowly, he shook his head. He never dreamed that Peggy was that kind of girl. Still shaking his head, he started the car and drove slowly away.
At home, he showered and changed and fixed himself a breakfast of coffee black, juice and two cigarettes, thinking Peggy all the time. And of Ruth! He slapped his hand to his forehead. He had only meant to talk to Peggy as an old friend, someone who would understand. Now this! What was he going to do? He thought of Peggy and how she had changed since she had come back from visiting her family. She was a good lay before, now she was a wild woman in bed! It was someone called Rich. "Rich," he said aloud. The name was familiar. Had he ever heard Peggy talk about him? He racked his mind. This guy Rich had changed her, he told himself, had changed her all around and what, in God's name, was he, Bill, going to do with her?
* * *
Although Bill was totally unaware of it and wouldn't have believed it if he were told, Peggy, across town, was at that moment, planning just what he, Bill, was "going to do with her."
Peggy had awakened from a deep sleep, the first good night of sleep she had had in a long time. She was showering and soaping her lovely body and singing to herself, making plans for Bill and herself that she didn't want to think about too carefully.
She took her time dressing and putting on her makeup, finally standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself carefully.
Her appearance was good. A pert, pretty face with jet black hair and pale blue eyes and a well-developed figure with good breasts and hips and shapely legs that always got a wolf-call when she went shopping.
She smiled at her image in the mirror. A good looking girl, but a "decent" girl. There was nothing cheap about her. One could tell, at a glance, that she had come from "a good family." Her reputation at the school and in the neighborhood was good, of the highest order, and she was resolved to keep it that way.
"So this is what it is like?" she asked her attractive image in the mirror, "This is what Peggy Hart is really like," she said with a finality, primping at her hair and getting ready to drive to school.
In the car, she drove with ease and detachment, thinking of the night before. Since she had left California, since she had gotten back, only one thing had really been on her mind morning, noon, and night. Particularly at night: Rich and Phillip and that night at the lake. She had damned herself and tortured her mind. That was over three months ago and, until Bill's behavior had loosed a spring which opened a Pandora's box in Peggy, letting out all kinds of desires she had thought about, had yearned for in her sleep and had condemned herself for ever thinking about when conscious and rational. With the help of his boyish depression and the alcohol, she had broken loose. Suddenly, it all made sense! It was so simple, she had overlooked it! She was what she was, there was no sense denying it. Since that was the way she really felt, why not give in to it, enjoy it, understand it?
She had given in to her feelings, expressed them as much as she could and enjoyed them immensely. She had, after covering Bill, fallen into her own bed relaxed and tried, ready, for the first time since coming back from California, for a good nights rest, sure that she wouldn't dream and awaken with a cry.
But, before going to sleep, she planned with a cunning and cold calculation that only a female is capable of. Her plan was wild. Insane. "Crazy," she said aloud as she drove into the school parking lot.
Maybe this was what it was like to be mad, insane, she thought as she promenaded across the parking lot, waving and greeting the young boy students as she met them. She was popular with all the boys on campus, known for her informality and her 'big sister' attitude toward many of the boys and their problems.
She smiled to herself as she talked to one of the seniors. Although only fourteen, he was big for his age and there was a peach-fuzz on his face. "How is your English coming along, Eddie?" she asked, knowing he was poor in the subject and making secret plans for 'a little extra tutoring."
Eddie scuffed the pavement with one sneaker. "Oh, okay, I guess."
There was a smoky look in Peggy's pale blue eyes as she looked at him for a long moment before saying, "Well, maybe I can help you lift your grade. It's not too good, you know."
"Yep."
"Come and see me after school today and we'll have a little talk, just you and I," she said, touching his arm and smiling at him with just a hint of lewdness.
Eddie looked at her frowning for a minute. "But I got baseball practice."
"It will only take a moment. And don't worry, I'm not going to scold you," she said, pausing, smiling, "If I can," she added.
She made her way to the classroom, smiling, thinking it wasn't too early to make future plans. She would have to be careful but it would be exciting. And wasn't that what life was all about, excitement? Wasn't that what everybody wanted out of life?
But, Eddie and other young students were only a sideline right now. Her major scheme centered around Bill. And Ruth. She felt bad about Ruth, but, after all, it had been Ruth who had broken the engagement, it had been Ruth who had unwittingly driven Bill to her and gave birth to her mad idea.
"If this is insanity, then that's the way I'll be," she said aloud in the stillness of her classroom as she waited for the bell to sound and all the boys to come, some sleepy, some mischievous, to her class. A thrill ran through her. All the lovely young boys that she now saw from a different viewpoint!
The day went by quickly and her students found a new "Miss Hart." A woman who joked with them, who made them blush, who teased them to learn and patted their heads and stroked their arms. She seemed too happy, too smiling, most of the boys instinctively knowing that she was somehow too eager to get near them.
She didn't see Bill all day. Rather, she did see him from the window of her classroom: a figure far away on the athletic field, a figure who turned from his boys and looked up at her window time and again. He didn't come to the faculty room at lunch nor to any of the breaks between classes.
Peggy didn't worry. Sooner or later, he would call her or come see her. She hoped it would be tonight, she was banking on the fact that he would call or come see her tonight. She felt she knew him, knew what he was like, and that he would come to see her at night.
After school, Peggy sped downtown to do some shopping in a store she had seen but had never gone in before. Then she hurried home with one stop at a liquor store to get some scotch in case Bill needed some synthetic courage and lowering of the inhibitions. At home, she cleaned, set some records on the stereo and waited.
Nothing happened. No knock at the door, no phone ringing out. She ate a light dinner and got out of her clothes, putting on her robe. She sat watching television and smoking an occasional cigarette, waiting, sure he would call or visit.
There was a knock at the door and Peggy smiled to herself. "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly," she said softly as she crushed the cigarette out and hastily wound a towel around her head and waiting for a second knock before going to the door and sweetly asking, "Who is it?"
"Me," came the muffled answer.
Peggy put the chain lock on the door and opened it, peeking out, holding the towel-turban on her head. "Bill! What is it?"
Bill only glanced at her and then looked at the floor "I've got to talk to you Peggy," he said in a flat miserable voice.
Peggy pretended to be surprised then puzzled. "Okay," she said, taking the chain off and opening the door, "Come on in."
She walked across the room, pretending to dry her hair as Bill stepped inside and closed the door. "I'll only stay a minute," he said.
Peggy smiled at him. "Seems to me you said that last night. Or did you?"
Bill couldn't look at her. Achingly, he shrugged. "Aw, Peggy."
"Wait here until I get into something. You can talk to me through the door. Sit down," she said, retreating to her bedroom and leaving the door ajar. Behind the door, she smiled. It was going to be fun seeing his face.
Bill couldn't stay seated. He fidgeted and finally got up, pacing the room. "Peggy," he called, "Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can," she said, "I'm not in the next county, you know."
Bill paced back and forth, looking at the floor and gesturing with his arms. "I came to talk about last night. Honest, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I've never done anything like that before in my whole life. You must think I'm some kind of nut."
He paused in his pacing, looking out a window, waiting for her to agree, waiting for her to say something. He listened but couldn't look at the door. Silence, except for the sounds of her dressing.
Shrugging, he resumed pacing. "I don't know how to make it up to you," he said miserably.
"Have you had dinner?" Peggy called.
Bill stopped pacing and looked at the door, dumbfounded. Here he was, tortured, conscience-stricken, apologizing, and she was asking if he had dinner! "I had a hamburger and coke," he answered, not knowing what else to say.
"There's some scotch in the kitchen, help yourself, I'll be right out."
"I don't want anything to drink," Bill wailed, starting to pace again, looking at the floor. "That's what I did last night and look what happened!"
"What happened?" Peggy's voice asked, low and husky, in the room with him.
Bill stopped stalking about and turned to look at her and froze.
Peggy was naked!
She was worse than naked. She stood by the door, one hand on her nude hip, smiling lewdly. She stood in high heeled black shoes, long sheer black stockings that only accentuated all the soft lines and curves of her legs and thighs. The stockings were held up by a tight black garter belt cinched low around her waist.
And that was all she was wearing. Putting her hands on her buttocks, elbows out, she walked slowly toward him in a tantalizing way, her huge full ripe breasts thrust out and jiggling with each step she took as she walked around him, running her soft wet tongue over her lips. "What's the matter?" she whispered in his ear as she stalked behind him. "Cat got your tongue?"
Bill couldn't say anything or even move. He couldn't even close his mouth which was hanging open.
Peggy sauntered all around him and stopped in front of him and stood with her naked loins jutting out, her pelvic bones sticking out as she rolled her soft curling pubic triangle up so Bill could see it clearly. "Something bothering you?" she asked innocently.
All Bill could do was shake his head in disbelief and feel embarrassment because his cock was swelling under his pants and Peggy was grinning at it as her white teeth gently bit her ruby red tongue.
"Well," she said with a sigh, enjoying her brazenness and casually cupping her breasts with her hands and swaying in front of him. "Guess I'll have to tell you what to say and do."
She took him by the hand and, as they passed the stereo, she flicked it on and led him, her buttocks twitching nakedly, on into the bedroom where she had drawn the blinds and put on one soft light. "Maybe there isn't much to say right now," she said as she turned to him and, standing close, proceeded to undress him.
Bill was in a state of shock. He stood still while Peggy slowly undressed him, obeying her when she told him to turn or lift an arm. He had felt sure that she was going to reject him, that he had seduced her. Specifics of the night before had been made foggy by all the alcohol he had drunk and, being a typical American male, being around boys all the time and not too mature himself, he had felt guilty about what he had done, had felt it was "all his fault," that he had led her to do things she wouldn't normally dream of.
He stood, trembling as her hands caressed his chest and played with his nipples. He caught his breath as she slowly leaned close to lick and bite his nipples. He groaned aloud as he felt her hands unzipping his pants and probe for his penis under his underwear.
She kissed him, her tongue licking his lips and whispered, "Did you have a good time last night?"
Dumbly, he nodded. In truth, he did have a good time. The best time of his life. He hadn't had many women, but had dreamed, like every other man, of what he would like them to be like. Peggy had exceeded his wildest dreams. The reality of being with her now, of realizing that he didn't have to feel guilty, that he didn't have to pretend to feel guilty, that she had enjoyed it too, was too much for him. His whole body began to tremble as his pants dropped around his feet followed shortly by his underwear.
Peggy squeezed his rock hard cock in her hands and stood close to him so that her breasts rubbed against the hair of his chest. "Well," she said in a throaty voice, "That was only-what do they call it? That was only an introductory offer." Lightly, teasingly, her tongue flicked at his lips. "Care to go for the main course?" she whispered.
With a roar, Bill erupted, seizing her in his arms and locking his mouth to her and grinding his hips into hers. He spun her and started for the bed, forgetting his pants and underwear bunched around his ankles. Bill went down as if the victim of a perfect tackle, dragging Peggy with him.
They crashed to the floor with Bill cursing and kicking his clothing off and tearing at his shoes and socks while Peggy lay on her back and roared with laughter.
But her laughter ceased abruptly as he crashed on top of her, breathing hard, his face contorted. She spread her legs and his cock, hard, hot, was pushing like a giant log between her legs.
"I'll show you!" he roared as he reached with his hand, fumbling for her cunt. Peggy grinned lewdly and stuck her tongue in his ear and whispered, "Let me suck you first."
"No!" he gasped, "I'm going to fuck you to death tonight!"
They coupled, Peggy groaning with delight as his cock, swollen bigger than last night, slid in her warm moist cunt and plunged to the depths of her womb. "Oh, yes!" she sighed, "Fuck me all you want!"
And Bill held her tight and they locked mouths with Bill's tongue probing, whirling around as he fucked with all his strength, banging down on her and flattening her wide creamy buttocks against the floor, holding her so tight he crushed her breasts and caused them to flatten out against his chest. He fucked as hard and fast as he could, lost in abandoned lust, exciting himself more and more until he was hotter than he had been the night before. With a cry of rage, he pulled off her and Peggy scrambled to seize his cock as he fell back on the floor.
Eagerly, she sucked it into her mouth, tasting her own vaginal juices and feeling a hot musky excitement run through her body.
Bill looked up and saw her kneeling to one side of him, still clad in her stockings, high heels and garter belt. It was too exciting for him to stand and he began wildly fucking her in the mouth. To his added excitement, he saw her move, spread her legs, crouch on her knees far about and reach under with her hand and begin to massage and knead her moist cunt then bury a finger in it and begin sawing in and out. Wildly, he reached for her buttocks and turned her toward him and stuck two fingers in her cunt as far as they would go and, with all his might, so that her whole body shook and her huge hanging breasts jiggled obscenely, he sawed in and out.
Still sucking, her red lips tight around his cock, leaving traces of lipstick on his swelling shaft, Peggy moved, her wide buttocks near his head now. Lifting one knee, she straddled his face and Bill looked up to see her cunt, a glistening red slit surrounded by pubic hair soft as silk, above him. He watched in fascination as her wide hips began to undulate, to gyrate, to dip lower and lower, nearer to his mouth.
With a wild cry, his arms wrapped themselves around her hips and he pulled her buttocks down and locked his mouth tightly on her squirming cunt. Bill went berserk, licking and sucking with all his might, like a terrier at her cunt as the two of them, Peggy on top, writhed and squirmed and twisted on the floor with Bill cumming first, gushing his hot white sperm deep up into Peggy's mouth with her swallowing then caught in the spasms of her own orgasm as Bill greedily french kissed at her cunt.
Peggy rolled off him and they lay on the floor, covered with sweat, staring at the ceiling before Bill finally gasped, "I've never done that before."
Peggy didn't say anything. She slowly got to her feet and then helped Bill up where he flopped on the bed. She kissed him softly on the mouth and whispered, "I'll be back."
Bill lay spread-eagle, not thinking, not caring, just listening to the music and the sounds from the other room. Peggy returned with two healthy scotches and a bottle which she put on the floor. Bill took the drink eagerly. His mouth was dry and his strength gone.
Peggy sipped her drink and stood by the bed, one hip thrust out. "Like that?"
Bill nodded and grinned up at her, looking at her body and feeling the faint stirrings of lust again.
Peggy smiled down at him. "How would you like to take Polaroid pictures of me naked?"
Bill closed his eyes and groaned. He would.
"I'd pose for you," she said softly. "Pose like this."
Bill opened his eyes to see her put down her drink and lift the bottle off the floor. It was a bottle of Wesson oil. She unscrewed the cap and poured some in her hand and began smearing it on her breasts. Bill groaned and felt his cock beginning to swell again, the veins standing out in it.
"You like?" she asked as she continued smearing the oil, pouring it on her shoulders and smearing her arms, her neck, her stomach, between her legs. Turning, with a grin and, as Bill watched, his breath coming faster, she put the bottle down and, with her back to him, bent over and began smearing the oil all over her buttocks, spreading the cheeks with her hands and letting him see her smear oil all over her cunt and anus.
"Come here, damn it!" he called hoarsely. Never had he seen anything like her as she turned, smiling, lasciviously, her body glinting and glistening, all oiled in the dim light.
She picked the bottle up and poured it over his stomach and began smearing it all over his chest and groin, taking his cock in her hands and smearing oil, having it slip and slide from her grasp. His prick was hard again, hard enough to crack through a stone wall and she was laying on top of him, grinding her slippery groin down onto his. They struggled, their mouths locked together, their tongues probing as she continually slid off him only to climb back on again and he felt himself going a little mad. It was all too good, too exciting.
She tore her mouth free from his and whispered in his ear, "Ever fuck anyone in the rectum?"
Bill thought he was going to cum all over her shining stomach. Although he had heard of such things, he had never actually thought of doing it. "No," he gasped.
"Want to do it to me?" she asked in an insinuating whisper.
Bill could only hold her tighter.
"Go on," she whispered, "Feel it."
His hands slid easily down her back and cupped her warm, full rounded buttocks. He tried to grasp them but they only slithered and slid in his grasp.
"You can do it to me if you want to," he heard her voice say, low and dark.
With a low tight groan, he pushed her off and got to his knees, looking down at her on her stomach, her whole body looking wet and glistening except for the garter belt and black stockings. They seemed to make a frame for her high tight buttocks as she got to her knees and jutted her buttocks up and wiggled them invitingly, reaching back with her hands to spread the deep tantalizing cheeks teasingly apart.
He got on top of her, his breath coming hard, feeling her oily fingers around his cock, trying to guide it to her anus as it slipped about. The head of it was there, pressing against her anus and Bill felt a lewd thrill and power as he ruthlessly pushed down, heard her cry out in pain while she lifted her buttocks still higher. Taking a deep breath, he plunged in, the head of his cock suddenly sinking home, aided and lubricated by the oil.
It was so elastically tight around his cock that it hurt but he pushed on, the two of them tensed and gritting their teeth against the pain, each of them letting out grunts and groans against the tightness as he sunk his cock deeper and deeper.
Peggy, although sweating and panting hard, mewling and whimpering because it hurt so much, began to wiggle her buttocks back at him and Bill went cruel with desire, pumping in and out, trying to grip her oiled buttocks with his hands and only having them slip helplessly out of his grip.
It only added to the excitement and lewdness of the moment as he bellowed, "Yes! I'd like pictures!" and fucked her with renewed strength, the two of them riding past the pain and on to a hot obscene pleasure that had Bill chuckling in his throat as Peggy let out low long moans of delight and gyrated and stroked up and down with her buttocks until she felt Bill tense and scream with the sweet agony of his second orgasm and she grinned as she felt the hot wetness of his cum pumping far up into her hungrily clenching anus and she softly called, "Rich!" as she felt the full weight of Bill's body fall on her back and slip uselessly off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Once Peggy began acting lewdly, there was no satisfaction until exhaustion came on both of them. After Bill had come in her anus and crawled off her, they lay for a long time, smoking and drinking and resting, Peggy with one long leg thrown wantonly over Bill's body. She took Bill's free hand and put it on her cunt where he gently played with it until, jealously, he asked, "Who's Rich?"
Peggy giggled. "A guy I met."
"Where?"
"California."
"When?"
"When I was on vacation."
"I knew it. I knew it all along. You in love with him?"
Lightly, she slapped his arm. "No, silly."
Bill said nothing, looking up and smoking his cigarette. "Then why do you call his name when I'm making love to you?" he asked in a hurt tone.
She patted his arm. "I'm sorry. It's just, well, he changed my life, that's all."
Bill crushed his cigarette out. "You're in love with him." He sounded as if he were pouting.
Peggy grinned. "If I were, would I be doing the things that I am with you?"
Bill thought about that. It was true. Yet he still felt jealous. He turned his head away. "Maybe," he mumbled.
Peggy chuckled. "You're just being jealous and silly."
Bill got up and walked to the drapes and opened one and looked out, not knowing why but not wanting her to see the hurt and jealousy on his face.
"Come back," she called.
"Not now," he said.
"Come on, I've got some other things I want to do with you," she said in a seductive voice.
Bill whirled, his face livid. "Things I suppose you did with this Rich!"
For an answer, Peggy only let her legs spread wider and one hand run down over her breast and across her glistening stomach and down to her cunt where her fingers played.
"Answer me!" Bill demanded, standing by the bed, his fists clinched.
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you ever do the things with Rich that you've done with me?" he asked, his face contorted.
Peggy smiled up at him and swung her hips back and forth provocatively. "Some," she answered.
"You're a little whore!" Bill hissed.
Peggy ignored the remark and went on swinging her hips, looking at his cock which was beginning to rise again. "We could take the mirror off the wall and prop it up here by the bed and we could watch ourselves as we fucked." She got to her feet and grabbed his cock as he pulled away. But not too far, not so far that she couldn't stroke it. The idea excited him. "You could watch me suck you. You could watch yourself fucking me."
"God damn you!" he hissed. Despite himself, he was excited again. He'd show her, he was better than any ten Rich's who ever lived.
He went to the wall and lifted the mirror down, the muscles in his arms bulging as Peggy watched. "You're so strong," she murmured.
Stronger than Rich, he thought. He was determined to fuck her once again only, this time, when she came, she would call out his name!
They placed the mirror by the bed and Peggy lay down and looked at her image in the mirror, naked except for the garter belt and stockings. Lewdly, she rolled her hips as she murmured, "Oh, that's exciting."
Bill got on top of her and his cock slid in easily, her cunt being hot and well-lubricated.
He watched himself in the mirror as he slowly pumped in and out of the tight hair-lined lips of her cunt and marvelled at the obscene animal way his body moved in lewd unison with hers. "Let's do this all the time," he whispered.
Peggy put her arms around him and Bill watched as her tongue licked in his ear and their obscene tempo increased and Peggy said, "Anything you want. Everything you want."
Bill went wild and began fucking her with a vengeance. This time he was going to fuck her within an inch of her life. This time he was going to fuck her until she couldn't take anymore and begged for mercy. Then, then when he had her right where he wanted her, he would fuck her harder and faster than she had ever been fucked and she would cum and call out his name.
They fucked faster and faster, slipping and sliding with their oiled bodies, mouths open, sweat mingling and snaking about in the oil, panting hard, watching, in obscene fascination, their writhing images in the mirror. Bill fucked for all he was worth, lifting her off the bed and slamming her body down on it again as Peggy gyrated with all her might as she watched her tormented and writhing body, heard herself moaning, keening, rising into a scream, holding as tight as she could then closing her eyes and, as she came again and again, she moaned, "Biiillllllllll!"
Above her, Bill felt a sense of triumph as he looked at her helpless body under him in the mirror. He came, shouting, pleased, triumphant.
Peggy clung to him, eyes closed, and silently pretended he was Rich.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Her plan was working better than even she dared hope for. Peggy Hart sensed an evil power that excited her, set her to squirming, sent shivers of lewdness through her and moistened her cunt and made her plan elaborate nights for the two of them.
Never, in her whole life, had she felt so alive! And never had she been so sure of anything! Her plan was working and, in a while, it would culminate for her. She sang to herself when alone, breezed through her teaching with ease.
Publicly, she spent more and more time with Bill, the other teachers beginning to notice and one of them finally saying over lunch, "Looks like we've got a little love-match on our hands." And Peggy blushed prettily.
And all the time she was molding and forming Bill the way she wanted him.
For Bill's birthday, she bought him an expensive Polaroid camera and Bill, with Peggy's urging, put the camera to good use, with Peggy posing for whatever picture Bill wanted to take. Eventually, their passion reached such an intensity that Bill found himself posing with Peggy for pornographic pictures, using the time-stop on the camera, the two of them leaping into position after Bill had set the camera.
Time went by, months, with Bill paying more and more attention to Peggy, with Peggy urging him on to even greater excesses. Just when he felt he was losing interest, Peggy would come up with a new angle, a new thrill. They went to auto drive-ins and made love in the car while watching the movie. Peggy would insist that he drive around town while she crouched next to him and sucked his cock until, unable to contain himself any longer, he would cum like a bull in her mouth.
Bill found himself bewildered. It seemed like a long time ago, but once he had been engaged to a girl named Ruth; a pretty enough girl, certainly sensible and surely the kind of person one would want to settle down with and raise a family. Then, things had changed. Peggy Hart had re-entered his life. And, with her presence, had come feelings, on his part, that were not altogether "moral." Most of their time together had been spent in bed, making love. More realistically, they didn't so much make love as they had sex. It seemed there wasn't anything that Peggy-who looked so wholesome and, in front of other people, acted so 'square' and decent-wasn't capable of.
She had led him to do things he had never dreamed of. She dominated him, knowing his weakness for sensuality and playing on it. In truth, he loved it, loved the way she enticed him on to greater and more lewd behavior. She had hinted that she wouldn't mind if he showed pictures of her nude and wanton to any friends he might want to. Looking at him demurely, sitting up in bed, naked, she had suggested it and summoned it up by saying, "I'd be powerless to stop you if you wanted to."
Yet, there were times when he was aware that it was he who was powerless, that it was Peggy who called the shots and dictated where they would go, when they would be seen in public, what they would do when alone at his place or hers and it was always Peggy who suggested some new obscenity or practice.
And, to his dismay, just when he was ready to give her up, just when he decided that she was sick or merely interested in him for sex reasons, it was always Peggy who came up with something new and, however revolting to his middle class senses, eventually exciting to him.
In short, it was Peggy who played on him as if she were a master musician upon a cello. There came a night when Bill was laying in bed next to her, no longer excited by whatever she might suggest or do. A turning point in Bill's life. He was ready to tell her that he had had more than enough, that he thought she was ill and had better see a doctor. He lay with his arms behind his back, staring stonily at the ceiling while Peggy cuddled, naked, beside him, fondling his penis, when, out of the clear blue, she asked, "Have you ever made it with more than one person?"
Bill practically stopped breathing, but, his cock, in her hand, began to swell. "Huh? he said stupidly.
Peggy smirked. "Have you ever made it with more than one person?"
Bill didn't know what to say or do, but he felt his prick growing harder in her hand and felt her delicate knowing fingers stroking it. "I don't know what you mean," he said.
"Yes you do," Peggy answered, snuggling close to him. "Ever had two women at once?"
The two of them continued to lie in the dark, Bill breathing hard, his excitement mounting, thinking about what she had said. He decided to reverse the question. "Have you ever?"
"I asked you."
"I know."
"Have you?"
"Why?" he asked.
"Would you like to?"
"Why?" he asked, his mind racing.
Peggy rolled on top of him and her buttocks ground in to his. "Wouldn't you like to? Two of us to fuck? We'd do anything you'd like. I'd do anything you'd want me to."
Again, she diverted him and again his excitement was too much for him to handle. He fucked her until he thought he was going to pass out, Peggy taking all he had and calling his name out and, after it was all over, asking, "Well, would you like to?"
He agreed. He didn't know why he did so, he simply agreed. They drove together, one weekend night, to Trenton. They spent the night, all at Peggy's suggestion in the downtown bars, drinking and talking to people, until they found a girl.
The girl was young, a blonde, a prostitute. Bill paid her twenty dollars and they all drove back to Morristown with Peggy and the girl fondling each other, necking and kissing in the car as Bill drove back, his excitement mounting with each mile.
In his apartment, the two girls stripped naked quickly, dancing in the room while Bill, scotch in hand, watched. They embraced and while Bill watched, lewdly ground their hips together. Finally, excited, the two of them broke free and the prostitute came to Bill with open arms, all of her sex beckoning.
Peggy, naked, slumped back on a couch and, with a wave of her hand, said, "Go ahead, I'd like to watch you while you fuck her. Go ahead if it's all right."
Bill had stripped naked and fucked the girl on the living room floor, feeling wild and wanton, taking Peggy as she lay on the couch with the prostitute watching.
Then, in the bedroom, Bill watching but not believing his eyes, the prostitute went down on Peggy, licking and sucking her vagina with Peggy moaning and thrashing around. The prostitute climbed on top of Peggy and the two of them ground their hips together lasciviously. Eagerly, Bill was on top of both of them, splitting their legs wide and dipping his cock in first one then the other.
Everything, even the brightest and deepest passion must sometime come to an end. Bill was eventually filled with an abiding desire to get away from Peggy. He could no longer stand her monomania. They had been going together for months now and he had lost weight, lost sleep, and eventually lost desire. He took off for a long weekend by himself, not telling anyone where he was going. He registered in a small hotel in Pennsylvania and did nothing but eat, sleep, and think for the weekend.
He couldn't make up his mind. Peggy was like a fucking machine and more. She liked bizarre things, she liked perversion. Bill had watched her face in amazement as the prostitute went down on her and licked at her vagina. She had loved it. Could he marry a girl like that? Could he continue a relationship with a woman like that? Where could they go from here? Where would it end?
The answer was waiting for him when he went back to school after his lonely weekend. The dean of the school made a point of sitting with him at lunch. After small talk about the sports program and how pleased they both were with it, the dean cleared his throat and said, "And how are you and Miss Hart, Peggy, getting on?"
"Just fine."
"You've been seeing a lot of each other lately, haven't you?"
"Yes, yes, we have," Bill answered as he set his coffee cup down.
"I've been wondering just what your plans are," the dean said smoothly.
"Plans?" Bill asked, trying to keep his voice calm and reasonable.
"Yes, your plans," the dean said, gently prodding Bill who sat as if he had just heard sentence passed on him.
"Oh, yeah, plans."
As if to aid him in talking, the dean grew expansive, looking off. "I can remember when I got married. No one believed I'd live through it, not even me. I was a young instructor here then and I can remember the dean talking to me. Know what he said?"
"No, I don't," Bill answered stupidly.
"He never mentioned marriage. He talked about the school, its history, its past, what it has stood for over the years. What it stood for right then. We were and still are molding character and instilling ideals in young boys, boys who are at a very impressionable age. It behooves us, since we have such a responsibility, to be above reproach."
With a silly smile, Bill nodded.
"I hope you catch the drift of my conversation?" the dean asked.
Again, all Bill could do was nod.
Looking at his watch, the dean remembered an errand he had to run. He got up, slapping Bill on the back. "That's quite a girl you've got yourself, quite a girl. I had a long talk with her over the weekend and she is quite a girl."
Bill sat with the taste of ashes in his mouth.
They were married one month later. The ceremony was a simple one, the two of them finding a Justice of the Peace. Everyone seemed very pleased and told Bill what a lucky fellow he was. They called Peggy's parents that night and they were overjoyed and made plans to fly back east and meet "the new member of the family."
They moved into another apartment, a larger one, with most of Bill's savings going on furniture. They spent their evenings, after dinner, planning for a future and, to his amazement, Peggy again seemed different. She was submissive and proper. "I'm glad we did all those things," she said, putting her arms around Bill and kissing him, "I'm glad we got them out of our system. Now I'll know when my man is out at night, he's not cheating on me."
Bill laughed. "Maybe!"
Playfully, Peggy gave him a punch on the arm. "Listen, you can't say there isn't anything you haven't tried. You want to cheat, you come see me."
"The family that cheats together stays together, right?"
"Right."
Bill's life took on a new dimension. He decided for himself that he had completely misjudged Peggy. He couldn't ask for a better wife. She kept the apartment neat as a pin, was thrifty, cooked him great meals and was as responsive as ever in their sex life although not as demanding as before; a small favor that he was thankful for.
And she seemed happy. Bright, cheerful, smiling, witty, and content. Bill could lean back in his chair at night and feel himself a happy man, a lucky man.
Peggy was indeed happy. But not for the reasons Bill flattered himself into believing. Peggy had picked Bill out because of his rather helpless and unaggressive personality. A whole week could and did go by without them having any sex unless she initiated the idea. Sometimes, she felt they could live together for years without any sex unless she took command. And Peggy was happy because that was exactly the way she wished things. Bill was her puppet to manipulate.
Her plan was working and soon-Peggy looking forward to it with a yearning passion-it would be completed and Bill would be none the wiser.
She pretended interest in his work and, indeed, if Bill was nothing else, he was serious and sincere about his work, feeling he had a mission in life. They spent evenings talking about his problems they presented. Peggy made a suggestion. "Why don't you have some of them over?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Why don't you have some of them over, for dinner, or to watch a ball game on TV or just for a rap-session? I could make some refreshments and you could get to know them and they could get to know you, see what kind of guy you are when you're not Mr. Edmont, the gym teacher, but Bill, who has a wife and a home."
Bill thought about it for a moment before saying, "I think it's a great idea. Honey, I think you've come up with a winner. We might really start something. Kind of an open house, you know?"
"I know," Peggy answered, looking at Bill with a strange quiet smile.
Bill invited a few of the boys over to watch a basketball game with him. He went to the dormitories to pick the boys up and drive them to their apartment. He was a little perturbed to find Peggy dressed in a lounging robe that was slit unnecessarily high, showing a lot of leg and thigh as she walked. The boys noticed it right away, especially Butch Van Arsdale, a senior bigger than all the other boys and a problem to the whole school. Bill didn't like the way he looked at Peggy at all, nor the smiling intimate way Peggy talked to the boy.
Piqued, the evening wasn't what he imagined it would be, with serious young boys looking up to him and admiring him for being the kind of man he was. Instead, they made dull jokes about the game which wasn't even close and Butch Van Arsdale was nothing more than a wise brat, popping off all the time.
By the time Bill had taken them back to the dormitory and gotten back home, Peggy was in bed and practically asleep, saying she had a headache. Bill was just as glad. He climbed in bed beside her, ready to go to sleep. He had a tough day tomorrow. After his regular classes, he had the final tryouts for the track team. It was time consuming. There was no way around it.
One student who did not come out for the track team was Butch Van Arsdale. Bill didn't think anything of it. Why should he? Since he was one boy he didn't especially like, he didn't miss him at all.
At the moment that Bill was checking off names on his clipboard and ordering the boys to loosen up prior to running competitive heats, Butch, across town, sitting on Bill's couch, was in a heat of his own. His greedy eyes were running over Polaroid pictures of Peggy in near nudity, perspiration forming on his upper lip like a mustache.
Beside him sat Peggy, carefully doling out the pictures when she felt Butch was ready for another one. "Both Bill and I feel the body is a wonderful thing, the well-developed body being a wonderful and beautiful thing. Don't you agree?"
Butch couldn't take his eyes off the picture of Peggy in his hand. She was sitting on the very same couch and her dress was up high enough for him to see the tight white crotch band of her panties splitting her between her legs and her white blouse was unbuttoned down to the waist and open. It was plain she didn't have a bra on for Butch could clearly make out her nipples pressed heavily against the soft material of the blouse as if imprinted there. His breath came faster as he saw the curve of her stomach and most of her bosom that was full, rich, and heavy, half-moons of shadow under each breast that was almost completely exposed.
Bill had two runners on the mark and his stop watch in his hand as Butch was handed another picture of Peggy in the very same pose but this time with the skirt off and the blouse open further. In this picture, Butch could clearly see one breast, like a ripe melon, tipped by a hard erect nipple. The panties were white and brief, ending well below her belly button and riding high and thin on her hipbones, exposing almost all of one buttocks and long beautifully formed thigh and calf.
"Do you like looking at these pictures?" Peggy asked, moving closer, pretending to examine the picture with Butch.
Butch licked his lips and nodded fervently as Peggy handed him another picture as Bill, on the field, wrote the time of the first heat and called out the names of two more boys.
The picture was Peggy in the same pose with only the blouse on, one leg drawn up to hide her vaginal mouth but most of her lovely curving buttocks exposed. The front of the blouse was pulled open and her hands were delicately cupping her large exquisite breasts.
"There is a lot of pleasure in a healthy body," she said as she handed Butch still another picture.
Meanwhile, Bill had called a temporary halt to the tests to deliver a lecture on the meaning of good grooming and personal hygiene while Butch tried to control his breathing as he looked at a picture of Peggy completely nude with the soft wedge of her pubic hair clearly visible.
And, as Bill demonstrated for a student how to get a fast start off the starting blocks, Butch looked at a picture of Peggy lying on her stomach on the couch, naked, smiling up at the camera, her broad delicately rounded and shaped buttocks clearly in view.
"People shouldn't be ashamed of their bodies," Peggy went on in a mesmerizing voice, "Rather, they should be proud of them. Proud of them and not ashamed to use them for the pleasure of others and themselves. They should enjoy their bodies and each other's, don't you agree?"
"Yeah," was all Butch could say with a thick heavy tongue.
And, as Bill timed another heat, Butch was handed another picture. This one made him make an animal sound ending in a long, "Woooooowwwwwwww! "
It was a picture of Peggy on the couch, completely naked, taken from another angle. It was taken from close to the floor, shooting upward and Peggy was lying on her back, her buttocks thrust at the lens, her lovely long legs spread wide apart. Butch stared in disbelief at the deep dark crevice where her buttocks met. Her knees were bent slightly and he saw her vagina clearly, saw the swollen lips covered with dark vaginal hair and in a long slit, the pink moist opening of her cunt, the soft mound of Venus covered with pubic hair and the long soaring lines of her stomach, slim and trim, leading on up to the heavy twin peaks of her breasts spilling out like thick soft cushions each tipped with erect nipples and the lovely long lines of her throat and the pert way her jaw jutted up as her head was thrown back and her eyes blissfully closed.
And, as Bill, angry with the flippancy of some of the boys, gave a lecture on the importance of competition and how these tests were, "The real thing!" Peggy got to her feet in front of Butch and held out her hands. "Care to look at the real thing?" she asked, cocking her head and smiling.
Butch was only too willing and he stood in the bedroom watching Peggy slowly strip, a cocky lewd grin on his young face turning into a leer when Peggy looked up at him and playfully said, "But it's not fair. You get to look at me but I don't get to look at you."
Trying to act nonchalant and hide the trembling in his fingers, Butch began unbuttoning his shirt.
While Bill timed more heats Peggy stood naked, her arms wide, her eyes glowing as she looked at Butch's naked boy-body standing before her. A searing intensity coursed through her body, exciting her in a way that hadn't happened since that night with Rich and Phillip!
Her plan was working! This was only the beginning! She felt supremely confident and sexually alive and excited. There was something so exciting in looking at naked young boys, something so aching and pleasurable. Only one thing could be better: her brothers, Rich and Phillip!
But that would take time. She was willing to wait, willing to take her chances and make things work. "Butch," she said in a sweet voice, "Butch, you look so lovely and I'm going to be so good to you."
Across town, Bill called a break and they all stood around and toweled themselves and washed their mouths out with water while Bill delivered a pep talk while Butch, trembling, sweating, bunched Peggy's breasts in his hands and jumped when he felt her warm hands close over his erect cock and slowly pull the skin back. He gasped out loud as he watched her slowly sink to her knees and look at his prick lovingly. He couldn't keep from moaning nervously as he saw her tongue, sticking out and touch the end of his cock, wetting it.
His legs were shaking in fine spasms as he looked down and watched her tongue slowly roll around the head of his cock while one of her hands reached behind and gently caressed his buttocks.
And, as Bill announced the winners of the heats, Butch yelled out loud as Peggy's mouth slid warm and glove-like over his hard cock and began slowly sucking in and out while her tongue rolled around inside her mouth.
And, as the winners of the heats yelled and jumped up and down and the losers congratulated them and Bill led the way to the locker room, Butch roared and grabbed Peggy's head by the hair and began fucking her desperately in the mouth, finally tearing himself free and knocking Peggy over backwards. She landed on the floor, her breasts jiggling under the impact and her legs flying wide apart. Butch fell on her as hard as he could and Peggy held him in her arms and ground her hips up, one hand reaching down and squeezing his prick as hard as she could and guiding it to the hungrily waiting entrance of her vagina.
Butch was making growling animal sounds that ended in a breathy gasp as his cock plowed home into the soft warm wetness of her cunt. He sunk it home as far as he could and held it in rigid place, panting, his eyes popping, feeling the delicious feeling for the first time. Slowly, lewdly, rhythmically, Peggy began to move her buttocks. Still making sounds, Butch began sawing in and out, instinctively picking up her lubricious tempo.
And, as Bill ordered the boys to the showers and assigned new lockers to the track team, Butch was sweating from head to foot, holding a soft and willing Peggy in his arms, his breathing hoarse and heavy as they picked up the tempo and he was beginning to fuck her faster and harder and feeling a hot sticky lewdness and pleasure mounting in his groin.
And, as Bill was sitting on a bench and telling some interested boys about his days on the track team and remembering funny incidents that had happened, Butch found himself going berserk as Peggy, under him was writhing and rotating her hips up and saying, "Fuck me, fuck me, Butch, fuck me with all your might!"
Bill was still talking, really enjoying himself now as the boys sat or sprawled around him and he told them what college baseball was really like and of some of the players he had played against who had gone on up to the major leagues. Butch was fucking his wife Peggy viciously now, lifting her buttocks clear off the floor and slamming them down again under him as his balls slapped smartly against her buttocks and exposed, distended anus and he felt Peggy thrusting harder, deeper, more prolonged with each thrust, saw her mouth hanging open as she moaned again and again and he felt her body tremble, shake, then stiffen in fine spasms then go limp only to arch again as she moaned "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck! I'm cuuuummmmmmmmiinnnnngggggg!"
And, as she arched her back clear off the floor, Butch began to see red and feel as if he were about to faint as he fucked faster, unable to stop himself now. He felt like he was on an express train that was out of control and he didn't care!
He fucked her body that had gone limp and soft under him until, with a yell, he came, the head of his cock feeling like it was going to explode as he pumped white hot sperm deep into her cunt again and again while his body felt like some sweet electric current were racing all through it and he felt his strength turn to warm putty.
Bill looked at his watch and said, "Well, that's enough for today. Guess I'll shower and get on home."
The boys protested and Bill playfully tweaked a nose and said, "I'm not like you guys, I got a wife home waiting for me."
At home, Butch was lying on his back, gasping for breath while Peggy lay on top of him. He had never felt so good in all his young life and this exciting woman, his coach's wife, his English teacher, was telling him how they could do this and other things whenever the opportunity arose.
Peggy felt in rapture. There was no denying the thrill she got from fucking with young boys. Bill was all right because many times he acted like a kid, but this was different. There was a cruelty, an indifference or unawareness of certain feelings that boys had that thrilled her into an orgasm that seared her white-hot. Butch didn't love her, probably didn't even have any respect for her and that thought made it all the more thrilling.
Plus the pleasure of their slim young bodies which burned energy so recklessly. Already, Bill was getting a bit of a pot on his belly and his figure had thickened.
Lying on top of Butch and playing with his ear while her groin ground into his, Peggy whispered, "I think you know that if you tell anybody about this or even brag a little bit, I'll be ruined, you'll be expelled and Bill will kill you. Do you understand?"
Exhausted, happy, Butch nodded.
CHAPTER NINE
When Bill got home, he found Peggy in the kitchen, singing and preparing dinner. He gave her a playful peck on the cheek, picked up the paper and went to the living room where he sat reading until Peggy brought him his evening cocktail. He thanked her and asked, "What did you do this afternoon?"
"Fucked around."
Bill frowned. "You know I don't like you talking that way."
"I'm sorry," she said, sitting down and lighting a cigarette. "I prepared some term tests and did a little housecleaning."
"I mean, you might slip and sometime say something in front of the students," he said, very serious.
Peggy smiled. "You're right. Wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea. Say, can we have some more boys over?"
Bill nodded. "Not a bad idea. I think the Knicks are playing this Friday."
Peggy smiled. "Fine. Just the thing. I'll get some soda and snacks."
"Good." It was settled and Peggy went to the kitchen and Bill back to his paper.
"Bill?"
Bill looked up, annoyed by being torn from the sports page to see Peggy standing by the door. "What?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, it's just that I thought of something. This time, could we have some different boys over?"
Bill beamed. "I'm glad you mentioned that. That wasn't a particularly good bunch we had the last time."
"Okay," Peggy said, retreating to the kitchen with a Mona Lisa smile, "I'll leave you alone now."
Friday night came and Bill had three basketball players over and sat back, smiling and content as he watched Peggy being a charming hostess, putting the boys at ease immediately by telling them that no matter what, she wasn't going to talk to them about English or their marks unless they wanted to, that they were there to enjoy themselves and have a good time and watch a game.
He sat, proud of his wife as he saw her sit on the floor next to one boy and pretend she was interested in the game, which he knew she wasn't, turning to the boy to ask silly questions about the plays. She was a good person and a good wife, a little too hot and dirty in bed at times, but even that was tapering off.
Bill sat back and sipped a beer, watching the game and not playing too much attention to the chatter around him and marvelling at the smooth way, at half-time, Peggy got one of the boys, Eddie Haskell, to go out to the kitchen with her to help with the dip and sodas. Bill felt it was good to involve the boys. It made them feel they belonged.
Monday, Bill had to drive the track team down to Plainfield for their first meet and reminded Peggy he would be late getting home.
He needn't have. Peggy knew only too well and put her arms around her husband's neck and teasingly said, "I'll think of something to occupy my mind."
Monday afternoon, Eddie was sitting in the same place Butch had and was looking through the same photographs when Peggy asked, "Would you like me to pose like that for you? Right here on the couch?"
Eddie took a deep breath, held it, then nodded.
Smiling, Peggy leaned close. "Which picture do you want to start with? Wait, there's one I haven't shown you." She got up to run to the bedroom where she kept the pictures hidden and returned to sit next to Eddie, pulling her skirt up high on her thighs. "I hate to wear underwear when I'm at home," she said, looking, with half-closed longing eyes at Eddie's swelling crotch.
"Maybe you'd like this one?" she said, handing it to him.
A whinny came out of young Eddie's mouth and his eyes almost. started out of his head. It was a close-up shot of Peggy's head and shoulders and she was holding an erect cock, Bill's, in her hand and her mouth was closed over the head of the cock. The expression on her face was one of pure wantonness and pleasure. "Do you like that one, Eddie?" Peggy asked as she got to her feet and began taking off her clothes.
When Eddie could tear his eyes from the picture, he looked up to see Peggy, "Miss Hart" as he still wanted to call her, standing naked and voluptuous in front of him. She knelt at his feet, reaching and taking the picture from his sweaty hands. "Do you like that one, Eddie?"
Again, all he could do was nod.
Peggy smiled, thrilled by his young raw awkwardness and self-conscious passion. "All right," she said quietly, "Spread your legs and lean back and close your eyes and relax."
Eddie did as he was told only he couldn't, had his life depended on it, relax. He closed his eyes and felt her expertly unzip his fly and take his hard erect young cock out;. Not even in his wettest dream had he been so excited.
He moaned with pleasure as he felt her soft wet lips slip over the head of his cock and begin sucking teasingly back and forth.
Eddie went wild. Afterwards, trying to remember, it was all a blank. One moment he was on the couch and the next moment he was naked, on the floor with "Miss Hart" under him, saying filthy things and Eddie was fucking her on the living room floor, fucking her from behind with her buttocks thrust lewdly up and pumping while her breasts jellied and jiggled on the rug.
And the next minute they were both yelling and he felt like he was sunk deep in a vat of warm gushing jello.
When Bill came home, Peggy threw her arms around him and kissed him. "Miss me?" he asked.
Peggy seemed to swoon against him. "Oh, how I wished you were here!"
CHAPTER TEN
Life settled into a comfortable routine for Bill and Peggy. They both taught at the school, went out to dinner or a movie once a week, had friends and fellow teachers over for dinner on occasion, went on picnics, made plans for summer vacation and had boys over periodically.
Bill was proud and pleased because they were becoming known and popular for their "Open house" policy. Some of the other teachers tried their idea but never with the same success.
Although he was too modest to say so, he was fast becoming known as the most popular teacher. Attendance in his classes were almost always one hundred percent and the boys seemed to adore him, obeying his slightest wish and considering it a real honor to be invited over to his apartment, even going so far as to drop broad hints of how they'd like to drop by.
Even Butch Van Arsdale was nicer, not being such a wise guy and generally obeying the rules. It was with a feeling of pride that he saw groups of boys standing together in the gym or locker rooms, talking about him, pointing him out.
Since he invited team members more than other students, the competition to make and stay on a team was the fiercest he could ever remember and the competitive records of his teams were the best in the history of the school. He didn't have to think that: the dean himself called him into his office to tell him so and commend him for the great job he was doing.
At a semester break when parents were invited for an evening to tour the school and see what was being done with their boys, Bill and Peggy were far and away the most popular teachers, being surrounded with parents and students when they had coffee and cake.
During the evening, Bill broke away and stood in one corner of the auditorium, watching the milling crowd, watching Peggy as she talked to the students. She was radiant and charming and Bill felt himself to be the envy of every man in the room. He had to bite his lip to keep back tears of pride and gratitude as he proudly watched his wife. They had reaped untold benefits from her idea of having students over from time to time.
The dean was thinking seriously of making him head of the whole athletic department. It would mean more responsibility, longer hours, less time with Peggy, but it would also mean added prestige and pay. They could think of buying or even building a home. Bill felt he was on his way, he had a very real career ahead of him, maybe someday, even getting a post at some college or university where he could really put his and Peggy's talents to good use.
Silently, Bill raised his coffee cup and offered a sentimental salute to his wife across the room, talking so animatedly to some students. In large part he had her to thank for his success.
Then, the first cloud appeared on his sunny horizon. It came in the form of a letter. Getting off to school early one morning, Bill picked up the mail and stuffed it in his pocket. Later in the day, in his office, he remembered it and pulled it out. It was the usual stuff, a couple of bills, flyers and chances to buy insurance at a new low rates. And one letter from Peggy's parents. It was addressed to the both of them so he tore it open.
Dear Children,
How are you? So good to get your last letter and know that things are going so well with you. We expect to come east for a visit this summer. What are your plans? Peggy, we got a letter from Rich saying he got your letter and that he had a leave coming up and was going to fly east to visit you and Bill so be on the lookout for him.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
Bill looked at the letter, feeling as if he had just been scalded by acid. Rich! Rich! Peggy had written to him! She had had the nerve to write to him and he was going to come visit them! And here were her parents writing to tell her!
Bill smacked his forehead with his hand. They couldn't possibly know. Parents wouldn't do a thing like that.
The rest of the day was agony and Bill tried not to think about the letter, tried not to think about what he was going to say to Peggy when he got her alone. At lunch, with the other teachers and Peggy, he was quiet and withdrawn, Peggy looking at him and asking, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. A headache, that's all."
Peggy put a hand to his head. "You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" he snapped, brushing her hand away.
"Well, you needn't bite my head off," she protested with a pretty pout.
The rest of the day was one irritation after another with Bill yelling at the students and all the boys looking at him as if they didn't know what was wrong with him. He ended the day thinking he should have known things were going too good to be true and that now he had another person, a phantom called Rich to deal with.
They drove home together in silence, Peggy sensing that something was very wrong and remaining quiet, trying to guess what it was. Had he found out anything? She girded herself to deny everything, rehearsing a speech mentally, telling him that people were jealous of him and that there were always small dirty minds around.
In the apartment, Bill looked at her with a stern face and silently handed her the letter. Peggy took it with her heart thumping in her mouth. She had gone too far or slipped up with someone and this was a poison-pen letter. She read the letter quickly, heaved a sigh of relief and laughed gaily, "Honey, Rich is going to come for a visit! Oh, I want you to meet him!"
"Like hell he will!" Bill growled, pushing her away from him.
Peggy pretended to be amazed. "Why, what's the matter?"
Bill shook a, fist, "You're not seeing that guy! I'll bust his face in for him and yours too!" he shouted, backing her up.
Peggy pretended not to understand. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with my brother visiting us?"
Bill stopped as if he had been hit in the face with a bucket of water. "Your what? Your brother?"
Peggy looked at him with wide innocent eyes. "Yes, I told you about him. He's in the marines. What could possibly be wrong with that?"
Bill walked in a circle, scratching his head. "Your brother? You sure he's your brother?"
"No," Peggy said scornfully, "He's really my sister. Bill, this isn't like you. What's gotten into you?"
Bill suddenly felt very foolish, standing in the middle of the floor, left holding an outrage that now seemed so stupid. "I'm sorry," he said, covering his face with his hands. "I thought it was that other guy. You know, I thought it was the guy you met when you went out there and called me all upset. Remember?"
A light seemed to dawn on Peggy's face. "Oh, THAT Rich! What a stupid coincidence. You poor baby, you thought you were going to have some competition. Honey, look at me," she said, lying beautifully, "Do I look like the sort of wife who would do that to her husband? I didn't know what you were talking about. I'd completely forgotten all about that Rich."
Bill couldn't help laughing. They fell into each other's arms and laughed out loud. "I guess I'm pretty stupid, but I don't remember you ever telling me his name."
Peggy kissed him on the cheek. "That just goes to prove that you don't listen to me half the time. Just like a husband."
"I thought his name was Phil or Phillip."
With great patience, Peggy explained to him, "Phillip is my younger brother. I told you he might be coming east to go to school this fall. Rich is in the marines and I think you'll like him. He loves sports. Remember," she lied, her finger tickling his ear, "I told you how the family never called Rich, Richard or Dick, but always Rich and never called Phillip anything but Phillip and how silly habits are. I never call you William."
"Better not," he said, nuzzling her.
That night, in bed, they made love for the first time in over a week and Peggy was her old lewd self again, driving Bill hotter and hotter by whispering, "What did you imagine I'd do if it was the other Rich and he was here?"
Even though he resented her talking in that lewd and dirty manner, it excited him. The thought of some strange man in his house, naked and fucking his wife, was vivid and oddly exciting to him.
Still, Bill found himself uneasy, his distress growing with each passing day as it came near to the time for "Rich" to visit them. Although he couldn't put his finger on anything, Peggy's answers were somehow too pat, too glib. Yet, he told himself, she couldn't, wouldn't, pull such a monstrous trick as to pass off an ex-lover as her brother. Nor would her mother and father be part of such a sick scheme.
Silently, he chided himself for having such an evil mind and thinking ill of his wife. Yet, her sensuality did bother him. Should, he asked himself, a woman be the way Peggy was? Was it normal? What, he asked himself with a mental shrug, was "normal"? What did the word mean? The memory of the time he and Peggy had picked up the prostitute and brought her back to their apartment persisted in his mind. Was that normal? Peggy had suggested it and seemed to have enjoyed it immensely.
Bill went about his work with an artificial cheerfulness. When alone, he would heave one sigh after another. He was confused with Peggy always arousing him. He had liked the ideas of the girl, he had, in fact, been excited by many of the things they did or talked about. Yet he felt them wrong. Depraved. Peggy was an enigma to him-so wholesome on one level, so popular, such a good wife. Yet, in the bedroom, it was almost as if she were another person, another person who looked exactly like his public wife but was totally different.
Something was wrong. What it was, he couldn't put his finger on. Perhaps it was the last time they had made love and she had conjured up unholy visions of another man fucking her for him, exciting him beyond belief. Bill tried hard to concentrate on his work, trying to bolt everything else out of his mind, resolving that when 'Rich' did show up, he'd extend every courtesy possible to him.
The day finally came and, after dinner, Bill and Peggy drove to the Newark airport to pick up her brother Rich. They stood waiting with Peggy standing on tiptoe looking through the crowds for her brother.
"There he is!" she cried and Bill's heart was in his mouth as he watched her run through the crowd and throw herself in the arms of a tall dark young man in a marine uniform.
Greeting him, shaking his hand and feeling his firm grip and looking into his unwavering pale blue eyes, eyes the same shape and color as Peggy's, Bill grinned and heaved a sigh of relief. "Welcome," he said with enthusiasm, grinning a little sheepishly. Looking at the two of them standing side by side, there was no doubt they were brother and sister: the similarity was too striking. Pointing at first one then the other, he said, laughing, "It's easy to see you're brother and sister."
Rich's voice was low, a little harsh, but friendly nonetheless. "All of us look alike. At least, that's what we're always told. Right, Peggy?"
Peggy gave him a little hug. "Right. You look great. How is service life?"
Rich looked upward. "Rugged."
On the drive back, they chatted, Peggy asking questions about the family with Bill asking about the marines. Rich answered every question politely and promptly, showing an easy, relaxed kind of humor. Bill was relieved and silently vowing to make up to Peggy all his doubt and suspicions. He liked Rich immediately and racked his brains for girls that might make suitable dates. "Say, Rich, I'm an old married man and out of circulation but I have friends and maybe we can scare up a date or two for you."
Rich, in the back seat smiled. That same smile that Bill saw so often on Peggy's face. "Know what I'd like?" Rich asked, I'd like to just lay around for awhile. If it's all right with you two, I'd just like to break the routine. Be by myself, get up when I want to, eat what I want to. Barracks life is great and all that, but it hardly makes up for any privacy or ease. I'm tired of getting up when they want me to and doing what I'm told."
Bill grinned into the rearview mirror. He understood. It had been the same way when he was in the service. "Sure," he said, "just thought you'd like a little female company."
Rich grinned. It was really more of a smirk. "Oh, I got enough of that for awhile. Stopped off in Tijuana before I caught a plane out here."
Peggy turned in her seat and looked at her brother with bright merry eyes. "Shame on you," she teased.
Bill didn't say anything, just thought, it runs in the family.
At home, while Peggy was in the kitchen fixing dinner, Bill and Rich lounged in the living room, drinking beer and talking about the service, the war, and sports. Rich seemed very interested in Bill, asking him all about himself and his job. "Peggy says you're very good at it and work real hard."
Bill tried to be modest. "Guess so."
Rich went on. "She's written me all about you. Goes on and on. Says you're really going places."
Bill waved a hand. "Oh, that's just Peggy. She's kind of biased, you know."
Rich raised his glass in a toast. "Well, just talking to you now, I agree with Sis. Here's to you. We need more guys like you, guys who take an active and real interest in kids."
It was one of the proudest moments in Bill's life. He liked Rich very much and wondered how he could have ever thought ill of him or Peggy. Just the coincidence in names, that's all.
Over dinner, Bill went on. "In a way, I'm glad you want to take it easy, just flake off."
"Why?"
"Well, because my schedule for the next week or so is pretty crowded. I won't be seeing much of you."
Peggy and Rich exchanged a quick glance. "Well, that's okay. I can amuse myself. How about you, Sis, you all bound up in classroom work too?"
"No, it just so happens that my schedule is light right now." Peggy looked impish. "So I can show you the sights: What there is to see, that is. Maybe we all can go into New York for one night on the town."
Bill nodded. "I think we can swing it."
Peggy became animated. "Oh, Rich, I've just got to tell you this." She patted Bill's hand in a wifely manner. "Bill was just livid with jealousy when he heard you were coming here."
Bill looked embarrassed while Rich cut a piece of meat and carefully put it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before casually asking, "Oh? And why is that?"
Bill shrugged. "You've already started. Might as well finish it."
Peggy put down her knife and fork. "When Bill read your name in the letter from Mom and Dad, he blew his top. He thought you were that Rich that I was involved with out on the coast."
Rich frowned. "Who?"
"You know," Peggy went on, "Remember that summer when we all went to Tahoe? Remember that guy I met? His name was Rich, too."
Rich thought a minute and smiled. "Oh, yeah, that guy. That jerk."
Bill laughed, self-consciously waving a hand. "I guess I got carried away, that's all."
Rich went on eating, "No sweat there, no problem. Right, Sis?"
"Right!" Peggy agreed.
They talked on, Peggy asking, finally, how Phillip was doing and how his marks were.
"Just great. He's grown a lot. Gotten bigger all over if you know what I mean."
"That's good to hear."
"He might be coming east this fall to go to school in Philadelphia. Dad is seeing if he can swing it. Be nice if he did. We could all get together again," Rich said with an impish little grin.
Peggy sat pensive, seeming to think of something far off and long ago. "It sure would," she said in a quiet voice.
Rich grinned at her with that funny family smile. "Maybe we can work something out."
Peggy got up to bring on the dessert. "Knowing you, I'm sure we will." As an after-thought, she added, "I'd like Bill to meet him. He'd be crazy about Bill."
Bill, having been flattered enough, decided to return the compliment. "You sure are a close knit family."
Rich grinned, chewing his food. "Closer than most people think." Bill looked at him. There was an edge, a hint of something in his voice. Although they were close knit, Bill couldn't recall ever having a letter from Rich or Phillip, for that matter. He shrugged and put it out of his mind. He turned the talk to baseball and found that Rich was an avid fan. They talked about the game after dinner until Rich, with a yawn, said, "I got to hit the rack. Tijuana can tire a guy out."
The next morning, Bill left for school early with Rich still asleep. Later in the day, when he was out on the baseball field, hitting grounders to the infielders, he looked up to see Rich coming across the field in his uniform, waving in a friendly way. They shook hands with Rich explaining, "Old Peggy roused me out. Wanted me to come out and see the school. Some place."
Bill introduced Rich to all the students who crowded around, eager to meet a marine, shouting one question after another with Rich at ease and joking with the boys. Bill turned the drill over to an assistant and gave Rich a tour of his athletic domain. When it was over, Rich glanced at his watch and said, "Holy smoke, I told Peggy I'd meet her by the library ten minutes ago. Which one is the library?"
Laughing, Bill pointed the building out and Rich set off at a trot, calling back, "She's got some free time and wants to drive me around the town. See you tonight."
Bill watched him until he was out of sight then, with a grin, he turned back to the ball field.
Rich and Peggy drove straight back to the apartment. In the living room, they stood looking at each other. Finally, Peggy said, "This is the first time we've been alone together."
"Yeah."
"You almost ruined my life, you know that?" she said with just a trace of bitterness.
Rich shrugged. "Yeah. Sorry."
"Is that all you've got to say?"
Again, he shrugged. "Different strokes for different folks."
Peggy made a face. "You can be so cruel."
Rich smiled, hard and leering. "Part of my charm."
Peggy closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, it is. Do you have any idea why I wanted you to come visit us?"
Rich chuckled. "I got a lot of ideas."
Peggy went toward him with her fists raised. Rich caught her wrists easily. "You were so rotten to me. You didn't even want to talk to me. You could have said one kind word. Wouldn't have killed you."
Rich looked amused. "You want a kind word?"
"Yes!" she said defiantly.
"Okay," he said in a low voice, pulling her closer. "You're the best lay I ever had, Sis."
Peggy caught her breath. Immediately, she felt as if she were on fire inside. The unholy thrill in her loins caused her to shiver.
"We're two of a kind, baby. Takes one to know one. Don't fight it, give in and enjoy it."
She looked up at his face so close to hers. It looked like her face. A masculine, cruel remake of her own face. His lips twisted in an evil grin. "I know what you like."
With a movement so swift it made Peggy blink and flinch, Rich got both of her wrists in one iron hand and, hooking two fingers inside her dress, he yanked and ripped her dress wide open down to the waist. Before she could even utter a word, Rich had torn her bra in two and her full lovely breasts flowed out, milky-white and firm, upthrusting.
"Ahhh," Rich said, gazing at their loveliness, watching the nipples grow taut.
"Rich, not now, not here," Peggy pleaded, looking toward the door.
Rich grinned with tight lips. "Afraid Bill might come home, might come in and catch you? All the more fun."
Slowly, with great force, Rich applied pressure to Peggy's wrists, causing her to cry out. "You're hurting me!" Slowly, he kept increasing the pressure until Peggy was forced to bend her knees and finally kneel on the floor in front of him.
Leisurely, Rich unzipped his pants then slowly took his cock out which was already beginning to swell and grow before her eyes. "Been a long time, Sis. Come on, suck!" he hissed.
Peggy stared at her brother's cock in front of her face, memories of that night at Lake Tahoe flooding back into her mind. Rich's cock grew before her eyes and she could smell his definite man-smell and her loins began to tremble.
With cruel jerks, Rich ripped the remains of her dress free from her shoulders and Peggy knelt, naked to the waist, her lovely breasts spread apart and upthrusting. "Suck!" Rich's voice above her commanded again.
With his free hand, he wound his fingers in her ebony hair and slowly, forcefully, pushed her head toward his now erect cock.
Peggy closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her full wet lips closed over the head of his cock and she sucked, delicately, tantalizingly, forcing herself to take her time. A vision was in her mind. A vision of Bill bounding through the front door, yelling, "Honey, I'm home!" and stopping short, his mouth open, his eyes bugging out of his head. There, in the middle of the living room he would see his wife kneeling on the floor, naked to the waist, kneeling in front of her own brother while he stood with widespread legs and reached down and fondled her breasts, cupped them and squeezed them in his hands while his fingers kneaded the taut nipples while Peggy, with eyes blissfully closed, was cradling his balls in one hand while her other hand lovingly stroked the shaft of his cock while her full rich lips lovingly gulped and sucked at his cock. All this Bill would see. But, more than that-the real horror and, in a perverse way-would be the hot sexual abandon he would see and sense in the two of them. The incredible insane way the two of them acted with Peggy behaving as if she could never get enough of that cock into her mouth; the way her luscious body twisted and squirmed and writhed, the way Rich, above her, lewdly pumped his loins back and forth, his head thrown back in wild abandon, the way the two of them were totally oblivious to his or any other presence.
Peggy sucked as if there were no tomorrow with Rich fucking as if he wanted to drive his blunted cock through the back of her pretty head. They staggered across the room with Rich grunting until, unable to resist the massive orgasm that was building up in him, the orgasm that had been deep inside him since that night at Lake Tahoe, he yelled, "I'm cuuuummmminnnnnnnnnng!"
And his hot cum spurted into her mouth and Peggy gulped greedily as her brother, still yelling, lost his balance and crashed over, falling on top of Peggy, sending her over backwards on the floor, his prick slipping out of her mouth and, still ejaculating, sending glistening bunches of white hot sperm squirting all over her breasts as she lay, pinned hard to the floor.
Finally, Rich, with a contented moan, rolled off her and flopped on his back where he lay, grinning up at the ceiling. "God damn, that was good!"
Peggy got to her knees and looked down at him, the wild taste of his cum still in her mouth and her loins on fire with desire. It was good for him yet all he had done to her was arouse her unholy desires to the boiling point and, now that he had had his orgasm, there was no satisfaction in sight for her. "Fuck me! Rich, please fuck me!" she pleaded, helpless in her unfulfilled desire.
Rich wagged his head back and forth. "Oh, honey, I couldn't fuck a mink in heat right now. Wowee, that was good!"
Peggy pleaded, trying to nurse and coax his limp cock back into erection. "Please. Please! I've got to!"
Rich got up, pushing her away. "I've got an idea. Something I always wanted to do. Lie down on the couch and take off that dress."
Hurriedly, not knowing what he had in mind but thrilled nonetheless-in fact, thrilled all the more-by his reckless ways-Peggy did as she was told, panting with excitement. What made Rich so different from any other man she had ever known was his insanity, his ability to simply not care about anything but the wild lewd enjoyment of the minute. He was putting both their futures and lives in jeopardy by ordering her to do what she was willingly doing. Bill could conceivably come through the door at any moment. And that was what was so precisely exciting.
"Lie with your legs toward the door," her brother commanded and Peggy, now naked, her body feeling feverish and the blood coursing through her veins, did exactly as she was told. "Spread those legs," he ordered.
Peggy spread her legs while her head lolled back. "Now play with that cunt of yours," Rich said. The crude barracks-tone of his voice excited her all the more. Her hands flew down to her groin where her fingers spread the lips of her vagina and she began massaging, one finger slipping in and sawing in and out.
"That's it! Harder, faster!" Rich said in a low hoarse voice as he knelt to see better.
Peggy slipped in two fingers and finger fucked herself for all she was worth while Rich's voice urged her on. "Move, do it faster, that's it, that's exciting, keep it up, move that ass of yours!"
Peggy was sweating and fingering in and out with all her might, pausing for only a second to wedge a third finger painfully in then begin with renewed vigor. "That's it," Rich said, "Oh, how I'd like him to see you like this! Oh, how I'd like to see his face!"
The thought exploded again in Peggy's mind! They were so alike, for she too, would like to have Bill-or anybody-walk in at that moment and see her writhing on the bed.
Rich jumped to his feet. "Don't stop! I've got another idea!" With that he ran from the room and into the bedroom he was using, emerging almost immediately with a hairbrush in his hand. He knelt by Peggy who was squirming harder, each breath coming deeper and more rhythmically.
She felt the handle of the brush probing for the tiny puckered entrance to her anus and, with a joyous whimper, she thrust her hips upward, rolling her lovely loins and spread her cheeks as wide as possible. "AAAAaagggggghhhhh!" she screamed as Rich thrust the handle home as hard as he could. The pain was intense and coursed through her body as if on electric wires. It was mounting, becoming close to unbearable as he rammed the thick hard handle in and out.
It mounted to the point where it almost matched the wild lewdness her body. But not quite. Her passion, her lasciviousness was too intense, too great to be dominated by the pain. The two great emotions merged and fused and became one state of raw, naked ecstasy, recalling that night when she was so excited so she felt sure she was going to lose her mind. "Phillip!" she managed to groan, remembering that lewd abandoned feeling of that night, remembering losing consciousness after an atomic orgasm with the blissful feeling of both her brothers cocks in her at the same time, fucking her beyond belief.
Peggy made a sound impossible to describe. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed while her mouth fell open and her eyes showed only white. Even such a reckless person as Rich felt a moment's fear. Was she all right?
She was, as she came again and again, still making that weird keening sound, feeling herself near the edge of exhaustion and sanity, wishing, blindly, madly, that Bill would walk through the door!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Bill got home, he found Peggy in the kitchen, changed into slacks and blouse with Rich in the living room, lounging in front of the TV. Peggy gave him a passionate kiss on the mouth, running her tongue in between his lips. "Hey, what's all this for?"
"Just missed you, lover. Let's make love tonight."
Bill pulled her arms away and put his finger to his lips, nodding toward the living room. She had said it in such a loud voice. "Okay," he whispered, "But, keep it down."
"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "We're legal and Rich knows. It's all in the family." She looked up at him coyly and giggled. "Nothing to hide. I just missed you, that's all."
After a light dinner, they decided it was time for a night on the town. Rich said there was a film he wanted to see and when Bill looked it up in the paper, he saw it was playing at a drive-in. "Great!" Peggy yelled, "I haven't been to a drive-in in years." She pranced across the room and sat on Bill's lap. "If the picture get dull, we can always neck while Rich watches."
"Peggy!" Bill cautioned.
Peggy leaned away, cocking her head while swinging her legs. "I meant the picture, silly."
They drove to the movie with a minimum of talk, all three in the front seat. Bill could feel Peggy's soft hip wiggling next to him. She was hot; he could tell by her looks, by the sound of her voice and the words she chose. She was hot and so was he. He longed for the night to be over so he could get her into the privacy of their bedroom and make love.
A lewd thrill ran through him. The thought of her brother Rich being in the next room while they made love was exciting. Bill almost ran off the road and had to swerve as he thought of what he would do to her in utter silence while her brother lay in the next room. "Careful, lover," Peggy said as he swerved, putting a hand on his thigh and squeezing.
"Er, what did you do today?" Bill asked, trying to occupy his mind with something else.
"Oh, Peggy dropped me off and I just fucked around." Rich said laconically.
"Rich! Stop that!" Peggy said, playfully slapping his knee. "Bill will get the wrong idea about you."
"Sorry, Bill, I thought I was back in basic for a minute." Rich apologized.
Bill chuckled. His excitement for his wife and the anticipation of the night to come made him more reckless than he had ever been before in front of Peggy. "I can remember the night when I got out of basic and went into town. A whole bunch of us went to this restaurant. You know how it is, all we had was that basic training chow and all I could think of, to begin, was a hamburger and a malted. So I said to the waitress, without thinking, "Give me a double fucking malted."
They all laughed and Peggy said, "It's easy to see what's on every guy's mind when he's in the service. But what do they really do?"
"What do you mean?" Rich asked.
"What do they do when they're," Peggy giggled, "In training and all hot and bothered."
"They dream about when they're going to get out," Bill said with a wink at Rich.
"Amen," Rich added.
"'And what do they do when they get out?" Peggy asked, pursuing the thought.
"They find a girl," Bill said.
"Where?" Peggy asked.
Both Rich and Bill laughed and exchanged glances. "There isn't an army, navy, or marine base in this country that doesn't have a town or city near it where a guy can find a willing girl," Bill said.
"Tijuana," Rich said, nodding knowingly.
"You mean prostitutes?" Peggy asked.
"That's what we mean," Bill added.
"Like that one we met?" Peggy asked, her hand stroking Bill's thigh higher and closer to his crotch. Despite himself, he froze. He had tried to forget about that night, blot it out of his mind. "Oh, yes, you mean the one we talked to that time. That was interesting."
"I'll bet it was," Rich said with a leer.
"Why?" Peggy said with wide eyes, "All we did was talk to her."
Bill heaved an inward sigh and relaxed. What would Rich say or think if he knew that they had gone to bed with the girl, that he had enjoyed one of the most exciting and sinful nights in his life? What if Rich had any idea of half the things he and Peggy did in bed together? This lewd side of him, this double-behavior of his bothered him a great deal. He found himself cursing himself during the day when he thought back about what he had done and said with Peggy and slavering at the jowls at night when he anticipated pleasures at night.
And, as he drove, with Peggy still stroking the inside of his thigh, smoky, obscene, smirking thoughts were rising up from the pit of his stomach and seeping into his mind.
What the hell, he reasoned, Rich is her brother and my brother-in-law. And a marine to boot! He knows what the world is like and if he wasn't with them tonight, he would probably be with some girl, making out as best he could. It was fun to let the hair down a little bit. Hell, after all, weren't they all family? Besides, it was fun talking dirty. "Talk to her? I'll say," he said laughing, nudging Peggy with an elbow.
"I'll bet that was interesting," Rich said.
"Oh, it was," Peggy said. "I don't know, I'd hate to think of guys getting out of basic and having to go to a girl like that.
"They do," Bill said, pulling into the drive-in.
"Better they should come to a girl like me," Peggy said, her hand slipping down and squeezing his swelling penis.
Bill had trouble getting the money out of his pocket. "No chance of that," he said.
"Doggone it," Peggy said, mock sad and everybody laughed.
They parked and hooked up to the speaker system and sat in the dark, smoking and making mild comments about the movie. Rich had brought an overnight bag with him, being mysterious as to why. Now he opened it and produced a fifth of whiskey and paper cups. "What the hell," he said, "None of us have to get up tomorrow so we might as well live it up." Fumbling in the bag, he produced a bottle of soda water and quickly mixed drinks.
They laughed and toasted one another and then the movies and all the cars around them. Rich, after exhausting all toasts, toasted, "That God damn bug squashed on the windshield."
They roared with laughter and finally quieted when the cars next to them began complaining. They sat in the dark, sipping their drinks and watching the movie and trying to control their giggling. Finally, the laughter subsided and they sat in silence broken by Peggy. "Gee, there must be a lot of them."
"A lot of what?" Bill asked, catching his breath as he felt her hand on his cock, squeezing it and stroking it through his pants.
"A lot of those girls. There are so many guys in the service."
"Never enough to go around when you need them," Rich said.
Weakly, Bill tried to fight off Peggy's hand as it silently opened his zipper. "What do they do when they can't find a girl?" Peggy asked sweetly.
"They go ape-house," Rich said and all of them laughed again.
"That's awful," Peggy said as her hand bored its way through Bill's underwear and wrapped itself around his thick cock and slowly teasingly, pulled the foreskin back.
"They can go to a cathouse and wait in line," Rich said, pouring more drinks and pretending not to notice in the dark.
"Oh, that's too bad," Peggy said, "Don't they ever share?" she asked.
The silence in the car was heavy, each person thinking their own thoughts. Peggy could feel Bill's prick swelling heavier and bigger in her hand.
"Sometimes," Rich said and lit a cigarette. They sat in silence, intent upon the screen.
Peggy stroked Bill's cock some more and, as he choked on his drink, she pulled it halfway out of his pants. She turned her head to her brother and pretended to be shocked. "Have you ever done a thing like that?"
"Like what?" Rich asked with a leer.
"Like share a girl with another guy ... both of you at the same time I mean."
Again there was silence in the car. The air seemed to hang heavy from the smoke and liquor and Bill found himself breathing heavily. God, he thought, am I horny!
"Yeah, I did it once," Rich answered casually.
"Oh, that's terrible!" Peggy said.
"Terribly good. In fact, it was terrific," Rich answered and, despite himself, Bill found himself laughing. Peggy had his cock all the way out now and was stroking it.
"Yeah, I had it once," Bill answered, feeling reckless as hell. He took another drink. The drinks and the whole situation was hitting him hard.
Again, they lapsed into silence until Rich said, "Well, aren't you going to tell us how it was'?"
Bill laughed and Peggy squeezed his cock. She let go of it for a second to lick the palm of her hand then seize it again and, wetting it, begin stroking again. Bill took a deep breath and said, "Yeah. Well, it was all right."
"No better than that?" Peggy asked in a hurt tone.
"It was terrific!" he said and they all laughed again.
Rich drained his cup and said, "Listen, this is a rotten movie. Let's all go back to the apartment have a party? I've got something at home better than this."
They all agreed and while Rich rolled a window down and stuck his head out to get some fresh air, Bill took that opportunity to get his penis back in his pants. The liquor and his sexual excitement made him drive fast but easy.
They talked in the car as they drove home. Bill was finding an elation in talking so frankly and openly about something he had never talked about to anyone but Peggy before. "How did it happen to you, Rich?" he asked as Peggy still stroked his thigh.
Rich laughed out loud. "Oh, it was one of those things that just happen. It was a nice night and we all were feeling good-like we are now-and one thing led to another. Hey," Rich said. "Here we are. Wow, but we got here fast."
They went into the apartment laughing and kidding with Peggy saying, "Oh, those drinks went to my head. I feel dizzy. Honey?" And she turned and put her arms around Bill and ground her hips into his, kissing him full on the mouth in a wanton embrace while Rich stood by grinning.
"I'll fix some drinks," Rich said, heading for the kitchen. "How about a little mood music?" he called out.
Peggy broke the embrace to go to the stereo and put on some records. Bill watched her bending over, saw her full rounded buttocks clearly outlined under her skirt and longed to get her in bed. He stalked about the living room feeling more excited than he had in a long time. It was going to be a long night, a long hot night.
Rich came in the room and handed Bill a drink, a tall stronger one. "Say, what was that you said back at the drive-in? Something about having something better at home?"
Rich and Peggy exchanged knowing glances. "Oh," Rich said, "maybe we'd better forget about the whole thing. That was just an impulse of the moment. I talk too much. Here's to you, Bill. Bottoms up!"
"I'm all for bottoms up or anyway you like them," Peggy said, dancing around the room.
They all laughed. Bill took a healthy slug of the drink and almost gagged. It was every bit as strong as it looked. "Wow, what a drink."
"Sit down," Rich suggested, "the floor show is about to begin."
Bill and Rich sat down and watched Peggy dance about the room. She stood in front of Bill and twitched her loins in a provocative manner while Rich applauded.
Bill was really beginning to feel the drinks now and he tried hard to remember something that Rich had said. Facts and conversation whirled through his head. He reached out and seized one. "Hey," he called, "What was that something 'better' you were talking about at the drive-in?"
Rich waved a hand, his eyes on Peggy. "Oh, nothing, forget about it."
"No," Bill said, putting down his drink and said, "I want to know. Come on."
Rich took another drink and said, "I talk too much."
"Come on," Bill said, getting a little annoyed. "That's not fair. I've been honest with you, why can't you be honest with me?"
Peggy stopped dancing and walked over to Rich, her hands placed provocatively on her slightly grinding hips. "He's right, Rich, you shouldn't start something you can't finish."
Rich's face flushed. He set his drink down and leaned forward, his voice low and confidential even though no one could hear. "All right. I was going to suggest we all smoke some pot."
Bill sat frozen in his seat. The only sound in the room was the music and his own breathing. Slowly, Peggy turned and smiled at him. "I guess he's said it."
Bill didn't know what to think. He knew something about the subject even though he had never tried it. He had spent time lecturing the students about it and had very definite ideas on the subject. "No," he said in a small voice. "No, none of that in my house."
Rich shrugged his shoulders. "I told you I talk too much. I didn't think you'd be interested but you wanted to know."
There was silence for quite awhile with Bill looking at the floor. The merriment that had been in them all was gone. Bill was wondering. Rich seemed like such a good guy and he had obviously smoked it. Like everyone else, he started asking questions and Rich started answering them and talking on and on. Peggy joined in and Bill, to his amazement, discovered that Peggy had once tried it.
Time went by with more drinks and talking that eventually ended up with Bill arguing, finding himself in a corner, finding that he was defending himself for not wanting to try such a thing. Peggy acted disappointed in him and he resented her attitude. Finally, Rich got up and said, "Look, I'm sorry I brought the whole thing up. I knew when I said it that you were the kind of guy...." and he turned and shrugged at Peggy.
Bill was really feeling the drinks. "What kind of guy?" he asked belligerently, "You think I'm afraid, is that it?"
"Something like that," Rich said with a condescending smile, taking his drink from him and going to the kitchen.
"I'm not afraid," Bill said, standing up. "Let's do it!"
It was finally agreed and, while Rich went to his room to get the insidious weed, Peggy rushed to her husband and embraced him wildly. The old horny feeling came rushing back to Bill and it seemed like he had seventeen hands as he felt Peggy's soft and warm body.
Drunkenly, he was conscious of Rich standing in the room watching them as he pulled her skirt all the way up and caressed Peggy's wild buttocks through the silk of her bikini panties. He didn't care. Let her brother watch. What the hell.
"Hey, knock it off," Rich cried. "Plenty of time for that stuff later."
They sat together on the couch and Bill examined the tightly rolled cigarette in brown paper with Rich carefully explaining to him what he was to do. Then he struck a match and lit the cigarette for Bill. "Here's to a wild evening," he said.
They sat passing the cigarette back and forth. Nobody saying anything and Bill couldn't feel any effects. They sat for what seemed a long time with the music playing on and on. It seemed to Bill that an hour went by and they were still listening to the same song on the stereo!
Suddenly, he wasn't Bill anymore. He didn't know who he was or even what he was. Time was standing still and he seemed outside himself. He felt a great craving for food and the music seemed so loud and different. He looked at Peggy's bare knee next to him and his hand covered it. A surge of sexual desire went through him, stronger and wilder than ever before. Rich got up slowly and went to another chair. "I'll just sit here and watch you two," he said vaguely.
Bill knew what he meant. He did know and didn't know. Things were vague in his mind. Nothing made sense and his brain, fogged by alcohol and blurred by the grass, was suddenly immoral. That part of him that would ordinarily be repulsed by sexual thoughts was now submerged. Critical and moral views were suspended. Nothing seemed to matter but pleasure. Peggy was sitting next to him with her head thrown back, her breasts jutting out, her eyes half closed. Casually, he pulled her dress up to her lap and stroked her bare thighs, thighs that were so gloriously formed. Idly, without thinking, he murmured, "I took pictures of Peggy posing in the nude."
"I'd like to see them," Rich said.
"That was fun, that was exciting. Wasn't that exciting, Darling?" Peggy asked, throwing her arms around Bill, kissing him then releasing her grasp and fondling his loins. "I'd like to do that again someday, I really would."
"Hey," Rich said, "I got an idea. I could take Polaroid pictures of the two of you. How about that?"
Bill was reluctant even though the idea exploded in his loins like dynamite. "What the hell," he heard a voice say. He was amazed to discover it was his own voice. He looked at Peggy, fearing he had gone too far. In fact, he was sure he had gone too far.
Peggy smiled at him. It was a lewd wanton smile. "I think I'd kind of like it."
"Let's do it!" Rich said, getting up. "Where's the camera? I'll get some more grass and some more drinks. This will be different!"
Bill found himself giggling uncontrollably. He had started something he would have never dreamed of. Or had he started it? His mind was too confused to think. Peggy had to remind him where the camera was even though he knew perfectly well it was in the closet. While he was loading the camera he had to pause to smoke another 'joint'. Finally, he was so befuddled, he had to turn the camera over to Rich who seemed to be vaguely sure of what he was doing.
A funny thought occurred to Bill. He laughed uproariously. "I just thought. Supposing we go through with all this and find that none of the pictures come out? That we're all too drunk and too whatever-you-call-it to make the damn thing work?"
Finally, the camera was loaded and after much repetitive instruction from Bill, after all the drinks were drunk and the pot smoked, there was an embarrassing silence. "Well," Bill asked, "Are we going to do this thing or not. It seems kind of silly now."
Rich agreed. "It's up to you and Peggy now."
Peggy took a deep breath. "I feel so good. I want to do it," she blurted out. "After all, we're married and it is our home!"
"Right!" Bill thundered. "We can do what we please in our own home!"
They weaved to the bedroom. In the bedroom, looking at the bed, and at Peggy, and at Rich, the reality of the situation breaking through his drugged state, Bill had strong reservations and balked at the idea. There followed a long incoherent argument in which Bill found he was contradicting himself every time he opened his mouth. It finally boiled down to the fact that he didn't want to. Rich's presence in the room bothered him. Rich reminded him that he had done such a thing before and that Bill had admitted doing such a thing before and that they were all adults.
Finally, a compromise was worked out. Rich would leave the room while Bill and Peggy got undressed. They would call to him when they were ready and he would slip in and take pictures of them making love.
Rich went out, leaving the door ajar. Bill looked at Peggy who spread her arms wide and said, "Undress me." Never in his life had his wife looked so lovely, so desirable. With fumbling hands, he unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt. Trembling with desire, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts seemed to leap out, larger, more rounded, heavier, with the nipples tight and taut. With a gasp of amazement, he bent to kiss and suck on the nipples.
A far-off portion of his mind was conscious that Rich had stepped back into the room. There was a click of a camera shutter and Peggy's soft moan. Bill didn't care. He fondled and kneaded her magnificent breasts as Rick circled them, looking for better camera angles, clicking away.
Slowly, Bill rolled down her panties until they were nothing more than a G-string, hiding her secret loveliness. With a jerk, he pulled them down and Peggy stepped out of them and stood, fantastic in nothing but high heels. Bill moaned with desire. Never had he wanted a woman so! And the fact that somebody, his wife's own brother was watching him, was going to watch him take his wife and fuck her, excited him to the point where he felt he was going to have an orgasm before he even got his clothes off.
Peggy was close to him now, taking off his clothes. Time seemed to stand still yet he was suddenly naked to the waist and Peggy was embracing him with her breasts hard against him, her nipples seeming to burn two holes in his chest. Then Bill was helping her take his pants off, then it seemed the two of them were clawing and tearing at his clothes.
It was beyond belief. They were on the bed, rolling around and fondling one another in wild abandon. Something seethed in Bill as Peggy rolled on her back and spread her legs wide and his hand found it's way home to her vagina and he found it hot and moist. Drenched, in fact. He found her more excited than ever before. He went wild. He simply didn't give a damn. With a guttural cry, he kissed and licked her stomach, his tongue leaving a wet trail down her naked squirming body until he found himself licking the soft black pubic hair between her legs.
Peggy, moaning, bent her knees and spread her legs wider, rolling her hips up to expose her cunt, its gently pulsating lips spread wide. Bill looked as Rich took pictures. The glistening pink slit of her cunt was so inviting, her little clitoris extended and in plain view. He licked it with the tip of his tongue. "Go on, more!" Rich urged in a hoarse voice. Bill bent his head and put his whole mouth over her cunt and stuck his tongue in. It was slippery, wet, and hot, and he felt his tongue sliding home into the hidden recesses of her writhing body. He began to wiggle his tongue as hard as he could and Peggy, responding with wild cries, thrust upward and gyrated her hips. "More! More!" she cried. "Suck it! Oh God, darling, suck it!"
Bill began sucking and Peggy moaned and caressed her own breasts, catching the nipples between her fingers and squeezing them. All the time Rich was crouching around the bed, squinting through the viewfinder and snapping pictures. Bill seized her buttocks in both hands and lifted them off the bed and sucked at her cunt, tenderly biting her clitoris and probing into her cunt as deep as possible with his tongue.
Peggy went wild. She bucked and gyrated so hard she threw Bill off. With a cry like a cat in heat, she leaped at him and threw him over on his back where he lay, spread-eagle. With a lewd wild expression, Peggy gazed at his rigid erect cock. She took it in her hands and fondled it, her feverish eyes looking at Rich. "Isn't it lovely?" she asked in a sing-song voice.
"Yeah," Rich agreed hoarsely.
Still looking at Rich who cocked the camera and crouched by the side of the bed to get a better shot as Peggy let the tip of her tongue touch the tip of Bill's blunted prick.
Bill closed his eyes and moaned. Never in his life had he had such a rampaging hard-on. He felt like it was going to explode. He wanted Rich to go on taking pictures. He didn't give a damn.
Bill went on moaning as Peggy slowly used the flat of her tongue to lick all around the head of his cock as Rich kept snapping pictures and saying in a breathy voice, "That's it, yeah, that's it, wait a minute now, okay, go on, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, now suck, suck him off good!"
The lewd words and abandoned tone of Rich excited them both beyond any control. Peggy's ruby lips closed over Bill's cock and she began sucking with everything she had. Bill, beyond reason, feeling such a heat and lascivious excitement, reached for and pulled her buttocks around toward his head.
Peggy didn't need much encouragement. She straddled his face in the sixty-nine position, and lowered her loins onto Bill's waiting mouth and the two of them locked and writhed in sexual ecstasy as Rich wildly snapped pictures.
Rich threw the camera down and tore off his shirt. "This is too much!" he panted. "Fuck her, let me see you fuck her! Screw her within an inch of her life!"
Peggy pulled herself free and rolled over on her back, her legs spread wide, her knees bent and crushed against her breasts, "Oh, yes!" she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck the life out of me, fuck me so Rich can see!"
Bill was blind with an animal fury. He did want to fuck her, he wanted to fuck her right through the bed! He crouched above her, his face contorted, looking down at her animal loveliness, looking at her naked exposed body, his rigid cock in his hand. With a growl, he crashed on top of her and probed, his cock stretching her cunt wide as he plowed home with Peggy giving a grunt of pain. His arms wanted to crush her as he began fucking with all that was in him, lifting her clear off the bed and slamming her down again, his balls slapping hard down against her tiny exposed anus.
Rich had stripped down to his shorts, watching them with a drugged feverishness. "This is too much, God damn, I got to find a woman, I can't stand this!"
Bill fucked away in a blind sweet fury, the alcohol and drug denying him, for the moment, the pleasure of an orgasm. It was in his mind and yet it wasn't in his mind. It was a wild thought. It was insane! But it was exciting! He reared up, holding himself erect like in a pushup, his cock still buried deep in his wife's cunt. This would be better than with the prostitute. "Kiss her breasts, Rich!" he gasped at his wife's younger brother.
Rich, still in his underwear, his cock bulging, sprang forward and began sucking and biting her nipples as he watched. God, he thought, I'm going to cum right now!
There was no turning back, there was no thought of it what they were doing was right or wrong, there was only the moment to enjoy it on a level of lust never before attained by anyone!
Rich tore himself free and ripped off his underwear and lay naked, his cock rigid and erect. Bill looked to see him and think he had seen many naked men before but never when they had a hard-on. Rich wiggled up the bed to where his loins were next to Peggy's head. Peggy rolled her head to look and gave out a low moan. "Go on!" Rich said, "Go on!"
"Do it!" Bill cried, wild and near cumming. "Suck your brother's cock!"
Peggy closed her eyes and Bill watched as he saw his wife reach and take her brother's cock in her hand and ovaling her lipstick -rimmed lips, slowly suck it in her mouth! It was too much! It was glorious! Bill fucked harder and faster than he thought was possible and, with a roar that must have been heard blocks away, he came, again and again, twitching and jerking as bulgy-eyed he watched his wife sucking her own brother's cock.
He rolled off her and to one side, watching in lewd horror as Rich straddled her shoulders and began fucking his sister in the mouth. Peggy's hands clasped Rich's buttocks and pulled him in, her head off the pillow and sucking as hard as she could. Rich's cock seemed monstrous in her mouth, stretching her lips almost beyond endurance, as Bill watched, panting and so fascinated he felt himself aroused all over again. It was just as if he hadn't had an orgasm!
He couldn't contain himself, with a roar, he scurried around them on all fours between her widespread thighs and locked his mouth on Peggy's waiting cunt. He licked as hard as he could, sucking away with all his might as Peggy gyrated her hips deeper and deeper, grinding them down into the bed to only thrust them up again, higher and higher each time.
Bill shook his head like a terrier while looking up to see Rich still fucking his sister in the mouth. Sister! Brother! Rich! The whole thing was clear to him now! The whole startling, lewd, obscene truth crashed upon him now! Incest! And he had never thought of it! And, it no longer mattered! All right, his rampant mind told him, we'll both fuck the living daylights out of her.
He jumped back and almost fell from the bed, "Fuck her, Rich!" he exploded. "I want to see you fuck your sister!"
They didn't need any encouragement. Rich pulled his long wet cock from her unwilling mouth and got on top of her and Bill lay with his eyes bugging out of his head as he watched Rich fuck Peggy, his sister, unmercifully. And Peggy was begging for more! She was crying something out and Bill bent closer to hear, never taking his eyes from her writhing body, from Rich's pounding loins. God, it was beautiful, unbelievably beautiful and exciting to see Rich, another naked man fucking his wife!
Peggy was mewling something over and over and Bill was so excited, he could barely hear. What was it? What was it she was begging for?
"F ... f ... fuck me. Me ... meeee. Both of you fuck me!"
They rolled over on the bed, Peggy on top, her legs spread as wide as they could go. Bill saw her tight, hair-lined cunt, split wide with the wet shaft of Rich's cock sunk home. He watched, covered with sweat, gasping for breath as Peggy gyrated and undulated wildly on the cock. Her tiny puckered anus was visible to him. He got to his knees and, cock in hand, guided it so that the huge head of his cock rubbed against its tiny puckered mouth. Lewdly, Peggy thrust upward. Holding her buttocks in his hand, Bill began pressing, feeling her loins split wide, sure he was going to hurt her, perhaps ruin her for life.
And not giving a damn! A cruel wild lust swept through him! This was what the bitch wanted, this was what she would get! He plunged home and her tight, desperately resisting sphincter muscle gave way with a slight popping noise. Peggy gave a shriek of pain and begged, "NO! Oh, NO! God, it hurts!"
Bill couldn't have cared less. There was no stopping him now. The head of his cock was in her anus and it was tight, so tight it hurt him too. With a savage grin, he pushed further. Peggy was still, she couldn't move, she was pinned in place between two strong men gone berserk. She sobbed and pleaded for Bill to stop. It was too much and they were going to kill her. "Please!" she screamed, "For the love of God, PLEASE STOP!"
For an answer, Bill only sunk his ramrod cock deeper, grunting and grimacing with pain. Below him, and through Peggy's soft membranous flesh, he could feel Rich's hard cock beginning to pump back and forth. Bill began, feeling her tighter than he ever imagined anything could be and he began fucking with a vengeance.
And now the two of them were fucking her wildly between them as Peggy's helpless young body was jerked back and forth, battered and slammed around the bed and her cries of pain turned to wild animal cries of lust and joy. She was beyond the pain now and all she could feel was an incredible lewdness that made her want to go on and on. Two cocks fucking her at once! The only thing she could wish for was Phillip to be there!
Peggy came. Her orgasm came like a bolt of lightning and twisted and turned her body as she pleaded for the two of them to fuck her harder as she twitched and groaned and begged that they never stop.
And they didn't. It went on and on throughout the night, the two of them making love to her individually and together. Peggy kneeling on the floor while they stood close together so she could suck both of their cocks at once. They lost count of how many times they came or even all the things they did. They stayed on the bed, naked and carnal until Peggy finally passed out. Then, while her limp body was before them, they took turns fucking her and cumming into her one last time. Then Rich finally staggered off to his room and Bill fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Newark airport. Bill, Peggy and Rich stood waiting for his plane. The loudspeaker announced boarding and Bill shook Rich's hand warmly. "Thanks for everything."
"No," Rich said with a laugh, "Thank you!"
Peggy hugged Rich and said, "I'll sure miss you."
"We'll both miss you," Bill chimed in.
Rich broke free and waved a hand. "Thanks for a great leave. I'll miss you both. And, believe it, I'll be back!"
Then he turned and was sprinting to catch the plane. Bill called out, "We'll be looking for you!"
The two of them stood arm and arm, smiling at each other. Bill shook his head in wonderment. "I'd never have guessed!"
"Guessed what?" Peggy asked, looking up at him with a pert smile.
"Guessed I could be so happy with such a perverted screwball as you."
"Well, don't knock it," Peggy said, pretending to frown.
Bill sighed as they walked back to the car. "I'm not, not at all. It's just that it's going to be a long time before we find someone like Rich again."
"No it won't, darling."
Bill stopped short in his tracks. "What do you mean?"
Peggy smiled enigmatically. "I didn't tell you, you've been so busy balling me, but I got a letter from Phillip yesterday."
"And?" Bill asked with a lewd smile.
"Well, my parents are paying his way east so he can see about going to school and they want us to keep an eye on him."
Bill laughed as he shook his head. "Well, what the hell, he's part of the family too! We can't be unsociable to him!"
