Classic Porn 1 - The Family Swap (Incest)


Chapter 1

Jennifer Armstrong stretched the entire length of her young full body
across the open coverlets of the large double bed, spreading her arms
over the pillow and touching her hands lightly to the headboard behind.
She yawned and smiled softly, turning her pretty face to the half-drawn
blinds: a stream of morning sunlight shone through, crossing the lush
mohair carpet and describing a dancing arc of brilliancy on the young
woman's firm smoothly curving thighs.

Her long blonde eyelashes fluttered momentarily as she slowly awoke
from a long night's sleep. It should be at least ten o'clock, she
thought. Dave, her husband, must have gone out for his game of golf
before she had even stirred, and her brother and sister were probably
at the beach by now, so she would have the house to herself until late
afternoon. The girl brushed her long satiny blonde hair away from her
face, letting it fall in a cascading cushion behind her finely sculpted
neck. She gazed down abstractly at the thin sheet partially shielding
her body from the slight breeze blowing through the open window and
sighed. It had been more than three years since she had seen Sandy and
Ellen, her sister and brother, and they had changed more than she had
imagined was possible during that time. When she had arrived at the
large luxurious ranch-style house with Dave yesterday afternoon, she
was shocked to notice the difference: her sister's body had blossomed
into the fulsome curves of young woman-hood, and her brother's boyish
frame had taken on the muscular angularity of the young man he had
actually become. She wasn't sure whether she liked the transition they
had made from awkward adolescence to youthful maturity, yet she knew
their growing up was inevitable. She raised herself in bed, toweling
the bedsheet across her large smoothly uplifting breasts, a slight
frown creasing the smooth peaches-and-cream complexion of her face, as
she made an effort to thrust her disturbing thoughts away.

She was being silly, she knew. There was no reason to be upset with the
natural process of growing up that was both frightening and wonderful;
her own young body with its full breasts and voluptuously rounded hips
was fair testament to that, she thought with a quick self-satisfied
smile. Her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples
clearly showed through the thin fabric of the covering sheet had gone
through the same process of maturing as Ellen's were going through
right now, and that change from girl-child to young woman should be
considered perfectly natural.

Jennifer looked down to the sheet tapering over her slender girlish
waist, and her thoughts were confirmed by the mental vision of her own
body. It was marvelous, yet somehow disconcerting, she mused, how it
would attract admiring attention from the most discriminating men--and
envy from women. The line of the sheet spread over the flat plane of
Jennifer's stomach and across the rounded firmness of her hips down to 
her gently swelling thighs, as though indicated by the soft pencil line
of the artist, the smooth arc of her calves graduated into this
delicately formed ankles, completing the luxuriantly provocative
picture of sensuous young femininity.

She pushed the sheet away and stood up from the bed and walked naked
across the plush white carpet to the window. Now the sunlight struck
her body in its full stark whiteness, highlighting the blonde triangle
of pubic hair of her loins and glowing radiantly on the ivory-toned
skin of the girl's naked thighs. She raised up the blinds and looked
into the backyard that was peacefully secluded from the view of
neighboring houses by a high row of thick green hedges. Flecks of light
played on the mirror-still surface of the large kidney-shaped swimming
pool, dazzling brightly in Jennifer's hazel eyes and accentuating her
evenly sculpted facial features.

Yes, all of this would be hers for the entire day, she thought, and she
felt a sense of relief knowing that Dave, her husband, would be out of
the house along with her sister and brother until some time that
afternoon. She needed the rest after the intense socializing of last
night. They had arrived at four the preceding afternoon, and had spent
the evening talking with her brother and sister. It had been a long
exausting trip by station wagon from Virginia and Jennifer really
hadn't felt up to the family party that had inevitably developed, nor
had she been assured that her parents would have approved of Dave's way
of indulging Sandy and Ellen with bourbon. Bill and Martha Jackson had
taken off for a vacation in Europe shortly before Dave and Jennifer's
arrival, and the Armstrong's visit to the luxurious Connecticut home
had been planned as both a family reunion and a way of looking after
the two teenagers without going through the difficult and embarrassing
process of hiring a baby-sitter for the children who, after all, were
young adults themselves.

"I think you'll find the children more mature than you might expect,"
Jennifer's mother had written a month before, "but in many ways both
Sandy and Ellen need the kind of guidance I think you can give them.
They are hardly adults, and you are well aware, I'm sure, of the
problems that your brother and sister's generation are confronting.
Jennifer, you escaped the temptations of marijuana and free sex, but
I'm not sure that Sandy and Ellen have done the same."

Jennifer had found the letter perplexing. Had her mother meant to say
that Sandy and Ellen were actually experimenting with such things? It
was of course entirely possible, yet she couldn't face the possibility
without feeling unnerved; it didn't seem probable that either her
brother or sister would be foolish enough to go off the deep end like
that. In her mind, they were still innocent young children. She had
noticed a change in the way Sandy had regarded her when she had entered
the house yesterday afternoon, but she had rationalized his flirtatious
manner as a symptom of his growing awareness of sex as he approached
masculine maturity. What had disturbed her was how Ellen had hugged and
kissed her own husband whom Ellen had never met before, pushing her
hips close in to Dave's loins as though she had discovered a lost lover
rather than having been introduced to a brother-in-law. Jennifer knew
she was being foolish yet she couldn't help feeling uneasy at the way
her sister dressed, with her sweaters so tight you could actually see
the outline of the girl's nipples, naked and bra-less beneath the
tightly pressing cashmere fabric. But again she knew she was a victim
of sibling rivalry, and if she wished the summer vacation to be a
success, she would have to push such thoughts out of her mind.

The distant ringing of a bell reverberating down the hall from the
living room awakened her from her thoughts, yet in the intensity of her
musings it seemed a great distance away and not part of reality at all.
Suddenly she realized it was the doorbell and after several moments of
waiting and hoping whoever it was would go away and leave her to the
intimacy of her thoughts, she resignedly turned from the window, threw
on a robe and walked down the hallway to open the door.

* * *

"Mrs. Armstrong, I presume," the smiling face of a tall blonde teenager
confronted her with an abruptness that startled the young woman
momentarily.

His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the
cleavage of her breasts under the thin robe.

Jennifer pulled the robe close, unnerved by the lewd stare that didn't
pull away from the smoothly undulating curves of her body, so evident
beneath the light covering material.

"Yes...uh, are you a friend of Sandy's?" she managed,moving back from
the door.

"Yeah," the youth said, exposing a pair of crooked discolored teeth.
"But actually a real good friend of Ellen's."

"Ellen's not here. She's gone to the beach with Sandy and won't be back
until this evening," Jennifer said with more coldness than she had
intended.

Jennifer looked at the boy's thin pock-marked face, then stared past
him to the street. A child pedaled past on a tricycle; a bird lit on a
low-hanging branch behind the boy's head.

"Mind if I step in for a cup of coffee, Mrs. Armstrong?"

She flinched at hearing the boy using her name. Evidently, Ellen had
told him of her visit, she thought, and for some reason she felt
anxious at the way he had casually addressed her. "It won't take but a
minute. After all, lady, I am your sister's boyfriend."

Jennifer stood limply aside and let him pass into the living room.

"I take my coffee black, Ma'am," he said, slouching down on the low
danish-modern sofa.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name," she said, folding her arms
uncomfortably over her voluptuously full breasts as the boy continued
staring obscenely across at her.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. His face colored slowly,
and then he said: "Chuck. Chuck Miller, and you're Jennifer," he
smacked his lips and withdrew a pack of cigarettes from his jeans
pocket. "Yeah, Ellen's been tellin' me a lot about ya. Bet ya didn't
recognize your baby sister, did ya? Oh I tell ya, she's grown a helluva
lot since then, yes Ma'am."

Jennifer went into the kitchen and plugged the coffee pot already
filled with water and grinds from breakfast into the wall socket behind
the stove. She heard Chuck Miller shuffling about in the next room, the
sound of music suddenly blaring from the stereo set, and she felt
another surge of irritation at the boy's uncouth manners. She couldn't
understand how her sister could have chosen this repulsive teenager as
a boy friend. Tall and skinny, with a pock-marked face scarred from
severe acne, he was in no manner the match for Jennifer's sister whose
youthful good looks far outclassed the stumbling awkwardness of the
Miller boy. There was something disconcerting about the way he had
stared at her at the front door, not removing his eyes from her barely
clad body whose gently swelling contours pressed against the sheerness
of her robe; but again she reprimanded herself for projecting her own
insecure feelings onto the boy who might have been simply oblivious to
the fact that he had disturbed her so much.

"I'm sorry, but this is a bit warmed-over," she said, more cheerfully,
as she returned to the living room with two cups of hot coffee and some
rolls set on a tray.

"It'll do just fine," he said, and bent his frame to the cup and saucer
she had set on the coffee table in front of him.

For the first time Jennifer found her own gaze focusing on the boy's
body, as though his lewd glances at her provoked a kind of obscene
magnetic response in herself, and she blushed over when she realized
that her eyes had lit on the bulge of the boy's genitals beneath the
rough tight-pressing material of his jeans. Chuck looked up at her,
catching her glance, and smiled.

"Y'know, I didn't realize that Ellen had such a goddamn sexy sister!"
he laughed heartily, the cup jiggling in his hand.

Jennifer felt her face color over again. She pulled the flimsy robe
tighter around her waist and sat down in the arm chair across from him,
crossing and uncrossing her legs uncomfortably as her sister's
boyfriend continued staring relentlessly at her.

"How long have you known Ellen?" she tried to find a subject that would
distract the almost repulsively rude boy from his obvious fascination
with her young body.

He said flatly, "Met your sister at a beach party last July. First
thing I saw coming at me from down the beach was this little sexpot
poured into a tight black bikini, those big tits bobbing and that sweet
li'l ass swinging, and you know, Mrs. Armstrong, I just got too goddamn
hot and bothered." He shook his head and stared meditatively out the
living room window. "She's good, Mrs. Armstrong, too goddamn good...but
now I see that sorta thing kinda runs in the family."

Jennifer recoiled in her chair. Chuck's clouded blue eyes danced
merrily, a wide uncontrolled grin expanding his cheeks. "But I guess ya
haven't had the chance to see all that's happened to Sandy and Ellen,"
he cleared his throat, and passed his eyes over her gracefully crossed
legs. "Bet ya can tell a lot has changed since you've been gone."

It hasn't been anything that I might not know about?" Jennifer asked,
her curiosity whetted.

Chuck Miller pushed back his thick mop of greasy blonde hair from his
forehead. "Nothing," he said, and slapped his hand against the flat of
his thigh. "I mean, Mrs. Armstrong, Christ, all ya gotta do is use your
imagination!"

A thin line of perspiration beaded on the boy's upper lip. He was
obviously disturbed by the way she had pursued the subject, and now she
was unsure whether he wanted her to know what kinds of things her
sister and brother had been doing, or if he just wanted to drop it.

"Tell ya the truth, Ma'am," the Miller boy said, stubbing out the butt
of his cigarette in an elaborately sculpted ceramic ashtray. "It ain't
the sorta things ladies should hear about!"

Jennifer shifted uneasily in her chair. An apprehensive chill swept
down the length of her spine as the pale face of her sister's boy
friend turned to her. It was just a feeling, she knew, and she couldn't
justify the nature of her slowly building fear although she sensed a
quality of evil, or perhaps merely a lingering taint of immorality in
that young face that should have been innocent and pure in its
youthfulness, but which appeared strangely old beyond its years. "I
really...I don't understand wh-what you mean," she stuttered.

"Well," he drew out the single syllable of the word, sighing as his
eyes casually took in the shape of her firmly-set breasts that swayed
slightly as Jennifer turned to him. "Parties, stuff like that, Mrs.
Armstrong."

"But Chuck, that doesn't seem unusual."

"Sandy and Ellen," he scratched his head and twisted nervously on the
sofa, "They're not just goin' to parties. They organize 'em. Sorta like
orgies, if ya get what I mean."

"Good Lord, th --that's impossible!" she said in a high-pitched voice.
She couldn't believe what she had just heard, and she watched the boy
in shock as he stood up from the sofa.

Chuck Miller thrust his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Well, Sandy and Ellen, they're really close. Y' might say, Mrs.
Armstrong, that they like doing things together. Not exactly orgies,
mind ya, that's too strong a word, but pretty near it."

"You know, Chuck, I think you're just making all this up," Jennifer
smiled. "I don't believe a word you've said. I should know my own
sister and brother, and they're just not like that."

I suppose," he chuckled. "But they, well they do things your mom and
dad wouldn't approve of."

"Tell me, Chuck, does it have anything to do with marijuana? You can be
open with me. After all, I'm only a few years older than yourself."

The sight of Ellen's sister clothed in only the thin blue robe that
showed the sensual outline of her smoothly uplifting breasts had
clearly excited him, and he clenched his fist over his chest, fighting
within himself over the lust that was building in his adolescent body,
and trying to suppress the bulge of his cock between his legs from
becoming too obvious. "Yeah, that's part of it," he regained his
composure somewhat. "But ya can't let your parents know about it.
Geeze, Sandy and Ellen'd kill me."

"Well, it's certainly the kind of thing teenagers are going through
these days," she said philosophically.

Chuck Miller looked relieved. He moved across the carpeted floor and
sat down on the end of the sofa closest to her, propping his feet on
the coffee table and lighting another cigarette. Jennifer watched him
uncomfortably, wishing that he would leave so that she could begin the
day as she had planned. She had to admit to herself that she was not
too shocked at what he had told her. She was not so ignorant about the
goings-on of the generation only a few years her junior that she was
completely unaware of the dangers of marijuana smoking or the
promiscuous activities that many young people were taking part in to be
overwhelmed by this new information about Sandy and Ellen. She did find
it difficult to imagine how her sister could have gotten involved with
the Miller boy whose coarse manners and crude way of talking left
everything to be desired. He just didn't seem to be her sister's type,
but she reminded herself how things had changed since she had graduated
from high-school. Teenagers were a lot more open in their attitudes
towards drugs and sex, and, like it or not, she thought reflectively,
their free-swinging, life-styles demonstrated this.

"Damn, y'know, I never imagined Ellen had a sister as pretty as you
are, Mrs. Armstrong," the boy said, breaking her disjointedly from her
thoughts.

Jennifer looked up.

"I mean," the Miller boy said, standing from the couch and pivoting
onto the floor in front of her. "Ya got a body that'd turn anybody on,
especially a guy like me!"

Nervously, Jennifer pressed back the long sweep of her honey-colored
hair that curled over her neck, pushing it out behind her back. The boy
suddenly stood directly in front of her, his face contorted into an
expression of lust, his eyes, that reflected the glare of sunlight
coming in the curtained windows, beaded on her loins.

"What ya doin' married, Mrs. Armstrong? Good, God, ya know ya could go
places with a goddamn body like that!"

She flinched when he rested his hand on the back of her chair. She
could see the slight swell of his balls filling his jeans and the
protuberant bulge of his hardness pressing tightly against the blue
denim.

"Good God, you're ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "I've never met anybody
like you before!"

"That's what everybody says, Mrs. Armstrong. That's just what your
sister said when she first met me. 'Chuck,' she says, 'I never met
anybody like you.' But I ain't as bad as all that. I mean, was I being
forward, I mean am I being forward sayin' I like a pair of big tits
like yours?"

"Damn it! You're obscene!" Tears of outraged humiliation flooded her
eyes. "Perhaps Ellen likes to be treated like this, but remember, young
man, I am not my little sister!"

She rose from her chair, but the boy's hand gripped the back of her
robe, catching her in mid-movement and spinning her around towards his
face. Jennifer twisted from him, swinging the flat of her hand into his
cheek and he fell back, his hand rising to the smarting blow.
Jennifer's robe had come completely undone in that terrifying moment
and she quickly pulled it shut over the large upstanding mounds of her
breasts that jostled just inches from his face.

"I guess I better go," he said dumbly.

Jennifer nodded.

"I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Mrs. Armstrong," he
apologized. "It was that goddamn robe. You shouldn't be walking around
in something as naked as that."

Looking down she noticed that the front of her robe had come open
again, disclosing the deep cleavage of her widely-spaced breasts. One
nipple protruded lewdly to the side, its rose tipped firmness
completely exposed to Chuck Miller's obscene gaze.

Quickly, she thrust her hand to her chest, pulling the light blue
cotton over her lust-inciting nakedness. She caught a glimpse of
herself in the full length mirror that hung over the sofa: her long
blonde hair fell in a brightly shimmering halo around her face,
appearing slightly mussed from the struggle with the boy; her robe was
a bit daring, she realized, noting the curve of her hips that pressed
tightly in a gently undulating line against the loose fabric. She
turned to her sister's boy friend, attempting to think of something to
say that would soothe the tense situation, but nothing came. Even if he
had tried to seduce her, it was clear that he had been provoked by her
sensuous appearance, and she was partly to blame for all of this.
Still, she thought, there were limits and he had boldly transgressed
them, having assumed that Jennifer was as loose with her affections as
her sister.

The boy turned from her and pushed through the open screen door.
Jennifer Armstrong looked out the living room window as her sister's
boy friend walked across the front lawn and slid into his sportscar
parked in front of the house. Then she turned away from the harsh glare
of the sun and faced the empty room. An odd odor filled the air,
smelling familiar and yet strange to her sharpened senses, more like
the odor of dying flowers -- but no that wasn't it, it smelled like
something human, something resembling the scent of bodies worked up to
a fever pitch of excitement, which was clearly the odor of human lust.

Chapter 2

Things had occurred so swiftly that Jennifer hardly had time to reflect
on what had happened to her. All she knew was that what had begun
yesterday evening as a pleasant vacation with her brother and sister
and husband was now turning into an ordeal that she wished would end as
quickly as possible. She shuddered when she considered what Ellen might
think when Chuck told her what had happened. Maybe the boy would be
sensible enough not to mention it...but sensible he wasn't, she
reminded herself. Dave, her husband, would be unable to comprehend the
incident, and if he found out about it, she feared a confrontation
between him and the Miller boy. Her husband who was a few years older
than herself had never been tolerant about things like this, and over
the past year he had become more and more disgusted with Sandy and
Ellen's generation and and their constant demonstrations for this or
that cause...

Jennifer's stomach dropped as she recalled the lewd bulge of her
sister's boy friend's long thick cock throbbing beneath his jeans. Had
it been her fault? Was she to blame for his obscene excitement? She
remembered that she had stared rather curiously at his tight fitting
jeans for a moment; in her half-dazed state she had scarcely been aware
of what she was doing, and perhaps it had been that that excited the
Miller boy. She didn't know. The touch of his hand on the back of her
neck had frightened her, and she had struck out blindly, not reflecting
on whether he wanted to merely reassure her that his ill-mannered
comments were not to be taken too seriously. Surely if this were the
case he would have good cause to complain to Jennifer's sister about
it.

She went into the bedroom again and changed quickly into a pair of
white summer shorts and a halter. It was going to be a hot day, and
barring any more unforeseen complications, she wanted to remain as cool
and as self-possessed as possible. She sat down in front of the
mirrored bureau and began combing out her long blonde hair with gentle
swoops of her brush. It was already quite warm and she was glad for the
air conditioning that she had snapped in the bedroom: cool wisps of
refrigerated air played softly in her hair and blew gently on the nape
of her neck, refreshing her and relaxing her somewhat. Her reflection
mirrored back at her was beautiful, she had to admit to that. The
rounded peaks of her high-set breasts stood up defiantly beneath the
bikini bra, and she could look down through the canyon between them to
the white-clothed "vee" of her loins, the slight mound of her pussy
pressing softly against the tightly-covering material. She was proud of
her startling good looks -- and yet, she mused, it was the reason for
what had happened only a few short minutes ago. If she had just been a
plain-Jane none of the sordid things in the living room would have
occurred. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't have gotten her
husband Dave either ...if she hadn't been quite so beautiful, she
thought as she continued the rhythmic stroking of her hair.

At times she viewed her attractiveness as a test of her ability to cope
with situations such as the one earlier with her sister's boy friend.
Other girls were never bothered by the curse of being wanted just for
striking beauty -- they had something else to attract, something that
came from within. But for the most part she had risen to the challenge,
and had grown inside as a person, and she hoped that Dave had been
aware of this when he had proposed marriage to her...

She had met her husband at a yacht club dance three summers before, and
their attraction to each other had been immediate. He had been watching
her all evening long, as she had been dating one of Dave's sailing team
partners throughout the first two weeks of summer vacation and was not
yet properly introduced to Armstrong. During an intermission at the
dance Dave had managed to be alone with Jennifer and had coaxed her out
onto the dimly lit patio overlooking Long Island Sound. Now, she
recalled with startling clarity their first embrace and how his hands
had brushed tentatively against her aching breasts. It had been unusual
for her to give into him so easily, but she had known intuitively that
somehow it was right, and that everything had been romantically
perfect.

Of course she had been chased by other cocky young males before that
evening with Dave, but they had all seemed so immature and had not
really appealed to her. That spring and summer had especially been
filled with young suitors. Her breasts had enlarged and full firm lines
of her already well-developed body had taken on the voluptuous curves
that for most men --as in the case of Chuck Miller this morning -- had
been hard to resist. On occasions, she had let them rub their bodies up
against her clothed loins or touch her breasts through the cloth of her
bra, but nothing more. It had aroused her somewhat, she admitted to
herself, but she had always overcome this by strict concentration on
the moral values her mother had drilled into her.

Her wealthy parents had sent her to the finest of finishing schools,
supplementing her education with moral admonishments against petting
and other evils that might lead to the loss of her virginity before
marriage. And Jennifer had followed those ideals which had been
instilled in her, deporting herself accordingly.

But things had changed that summer, she remembered now as she stared
dreamily at the reflection of her face in the bureau mirror. That
lovely July and August had been filled with moonlit swims and solitary
walks along the Connecticut shore with Dave, and slowly she had learned
to love and trust him. She admired his quick sense of humor, and his
appealing boyish laugh, and was completely taken by his masculine good
looks. Yes, he was all she could have asked for, tall and handsome and
intelligent. She had caused quite a stir among his group of older
friends in the small tight-knit yacht club group he associated with,
and more than one of them had attempted to get her off into a corner,
trying to get her phone number or a quick kiss. But her feelings had
remained strong and constant for Dave...

She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but on
several occasions it had been close. With all the willpower she
possessed she had resisted his urgent advances, knowing that it was
right for him to push her the way he had been doing, but also aware
that if she had given in to his pleadings she would have lost all her
self-respect.

Often to show him that she was not as much of a prude as he had
suspected, she would let him reach under her sweater and massage her
nakedly exposed breasts while they were alone on the beach or Dave's
sloop for an evening sail. Once, while anchored in the middle of a
secluded Connecticut bay, she drank too much of Dave's Jamaican Rum;
they had layed out in their swim-suits on the open teak-wood deck,
letting the flickering starlight play over their bodies, and he had run
his hand over the smooth flatness of her stomach, touching softly at
her bikini bra.

At that instant Jennifer felt herself more excited than at any previous
moment of her life. She didn't protest when he pressed his fingers
beneath her bra and unsnapped its halter, exposing the two succulent
mounds to the shimmering moonlight. His fingers had seized one nipple
and he had squeezed and kneaded softly at it until it stood out in
rigid hardness. Warm tingling sensations of salacious pleasure rippled
through her gently quivering breasts and spread out lewdly into her
loins when he lowered his head to the full white flesh and began to
suck.

"Oh, no Dave, pleeeeese," she had swooned uncontrollably, attempting to
push him away, but really wanting him to continue his lewd
ministrations.

Then she felt his other hand slide down across her heaving rib cage
until it rested on the narrow elastic waistband of her bikini panties.
Slowly, gently, he had insinuated his hand beneath the tightly clasping
band until his fingertips made electric contact with the soft covering
of blonde pubic hair around her already moistening pussy. She had
squirmed, her thighs buckling upward but to push him away, but he had
persisted.

"Nooo, oh no, stopppp, we can't!" she had moaned, knowing all the while
that it was useless.

He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the swoosh of his
trunks being pulled from his hips and suddenly a blunt fleshy pressure
against the top of her thigh. It was his penis! She had never felt one
before and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the
strange touch.

She had been ready to pull away when suddenly his hand that still
rested on the top of her pubic mound had probed down into her moist wet
vagina. A lewd pulse of rippling sensation was sent up through her, and
suddenly she felt frozen to the deck, her full rounded buttocks tilting
up uncontrollably to rest her moist vaginal slit closer to his moving
middle finger.

He had taken her momentary pause as a sign that she had given in to
him, and he moved her hand over his long fleshy hardness, and with his
own fingers he wrapped her hand around it. She clenched them warmly
around his warmly pulsating length, hearing his barely audible groan
through her gasping breath. She had no idea that his cock would be so
enormous! It seemed her fingers would barely go around it.
Instinctively, and without thinking, she began to massage the thick
outer skin back and forth and up and down the rapidly hardening shaft.
Nothing in the world had ever felt so good. He sluiced his middle
finger in and out of her moistly dilating cunt, searching farther and
farther up inside her still panty-clad pussy, stretching the tiny ring
of her still intact hymen, and she was afraid she would split it and
end her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she could do about
it. The thrilling sensation racing through her loins was too great and
pulsed too wildly to resist, and she relaxed her inner thighs to give
him better access to her and at the same time increased the speed of
her stroking on his thickly burgeoning cock. With each gentle stroke
she could feel Dave's penis jerking into greater hardness, though a
moment ago she wouldn't have dreamed that possible.

Suddenly, he had pushed up on top of her, his hands yanking at her
panties. She clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his
pulsating shaft between them. Dave had struggled to unwedge it and
press the tip into the opening of her warmly throbbing vagina, but she
knew she must wait even if she had wanted it as much as he did.

Jennifer rested her face in the cup of her hand now, feeling her eyes
clouded over with a light mist, and she felt the moisture begin to seep
down between her legs under the influence of her provocative
recollections. She recalled how her boy friend had fought against her
and how she had struggled back, inadvertently gripping her hand tighter
around his hotly straining cock. Just as he had forced the head beneath
the leg band of her bikini panties, and the hotly throbbing crown was
poised precariously between the splayed-open lips of her cunt, she felt
it jerk out of control. She had instinctively pulled harder until she
could feel his rigid hard cock and its smooth rubbery head begin its
warm orgasmic squirting.

Dave gasped. The hot thick stream spurted out in full force from it
until her tangled blonde pussy hair was covered with warm wet semen. It
flowed over the insides of her upper thighs, and rivuleted down between
her legs to moisten the deck beneath her buttocks.

Jennifer's face was beet-red now, and she suppressed a sigh of childish
embarrassment as she looked back at the image of herself keyed up to a
feverish pitch of lewd excitement. She set down her comb and stood up
from the dressing table. For some reason she found incidents such as
this one as moving and provocative as any of the more open contacts
with Dave when he had actually thrust his long thick cock up into her
willingly waiting pussy after marriage. Perhaps it was the gently
suggestive quality of those earliest moments that excited her -- the
thoughts of his penis spewing its sperm onto her thigh, and the
recollections that she had tried to push him off, knowing that what
they were doing was wrong made the memory all the more salacious. She
recalled now how Dave had held her hand, pressing his head gently to
her breasts, and muttering some vague words of apology for his failure,
but it hadn't mattered. She had stroked the back of his neck tenderly,
consoling him with soft whispers of love while he continued gasping for
several long minutes.

Now all that was over, and she and Dave had been married for two years.
He had become deeply involved in his job as purchasing agent for a
large electronics firm, and although she had found him more than
satisfactory as a husband, there was something missing in their
relationship that she couldn't put her finger on.

She returned to the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee from the
pot she had left perking on the stove. She felt better now, and the
encounter with the Miller boy didn't bother her as much as it had
earlier. After all, he was just a kid, and probably acted in the same
manner with all the women that he met. Her thoughts about her husband,
which were at once both pleasant and troubling, had distracted her from
the boy, and as she dragged from a freshly lit cigarette and watched
the smoke curling slowly up to the ceiling, she felt a sense of
tranquillity that was reinforced by a gentle summer breeze that swept
through the kitchen window.

The sharp sound of a screen door slamming from the living room broke
the silence.

"Hey, Jenny," the voice of her younger brother greeted her and the tall
dark-haired teenager appeared at the kitchen door, "forgot to bring the
lunch basket. Ellen at the guys are still at the beach. They were
wondering if you'd like to join us."

She set her coffee cup on the stove and looked at her brother. "Gosh,
it would be nice. But I'd really like to relax alone for a day or so,"
she smiled.

Jennifer's brother beamed at her and pulled the towel slung over his
neck across his bare muscular shoulders. She felt proud viewing the
good looks of her younger brother. His cream colored bathing suit
accentuated perfectly the deep tan of his large chest and strongly
built legs, and his thighs were encased in the skin tight material to
where they showed the ripple of his abdominal muscles. Jennifer's eyes
wandered to the large bulge of his maleness and she watched,
unconscious of what she was doing, as he lifted one foot and placed it
on top of the other, turning to face her, and the outline of his cock
came into view defined clearly against his balls. God, she thought, it
was happening again! Why couldn't she control herself! She would have
to watch herself if she didn't want the same problem that had erupted
with the Miller boy to occur again, this time with her own brother!

"Jenny, is something wrong?" her brother's voice broke through her
dazed consciousness.

"No, I was just thinking," she said, and turned her head away quickly.
"A friend of Ellen's dropped by earlier. Chuck Miller. Do you know
him?"

He nodded slowly, "He's been going out with Ellen for about a year now.
What do you think of him?"

"He, uh, doesn't seem to be Ellen's type," she struggled to find the
correct words. "He's sort of crude, wouldn't you say, Sandy?"

Her brother laughed. "That's old Chuck, all right. Not much on the
social graces, is he?"

"I should say not!" Jennifer giggled, caught up in her brother's
infectious laughter.

They stood across from each other, Jennifer leaning on the formica
topped stove and her face catching the radiance of early afternoon
sunlight. Their even facial features -- the finely sculpted nose of
Jennifer reflected in the classically formed nose of her brother and
the high cheek-bones extending beneath the slightly wide-spaced eyes,
created an appealing mirror image of two young people who were
obviously brother and sister. Only Sandy's fashionably long black hair
presented a contrast to the honey colored tresses of his sister, but
even this stark difference suggested two halves of a complete whole.

"I suppose Chuck means well," he said. "It's just his way with people.
You'd never know it from the family he comes from. Money, money, money.
After you get to know him I think you'll form a better opinion."

Jennifer turned to the sink to offer her brother some coffee. "Not for
me, thanks," he smiled. "Maybe a quick beer though. The kids will be
waiting at the beach and I ought to get back."

He opened the ice box and withdrew a six-pack, setting it on the
kitchen table between them. She watched as he pulled out one shiny
aluminum can and flipped the top. The foamy liquid spouted out, and her
brother pulled it to his mouth, the beer lining his upper lip with a
frothy mustache.

"It's a little early to be drinking, don't you think?" she glanced
disapprovingly at the six-pack. "Not that it's any of my business, of
course."

Sandy glared at her, his face showing his irritation.

"I'm sorry," she said, and rested her hand tenderly on his wrist. "I
guess I'm trying to be the protective older sister. You do understand,
don't you, Sandy?"

He raised the beer can to his mouth and gulped. His eyes roamed over
his sister's full firm breasts and traced a path across her midriff
down to the slight suggestion of her pubic mound beneath the white
cotton material of her shorts. "I bet Mom told you that we were giving
her some trouble. Is that it, Jenny?"

Jennifer frowned. Again she felt uncomfortable, as she had earlier that
morning with Chuck Miller mentally undressing her with obscenely open
interest, and now she wondered whether her brother's lewd appraisal of
her body wasn't something concocted by her imagination but was as real
as her own heart that had begun pounding anxiously in her chest. No,
she was jumping to absurd conclusions! But watching her brother, seeing
his almost naked body clad only in his cream colored bathing trunks,
she couldn't help but feel the same strange fascination and tantalizing
arousal of sensual desire she had always felt for her husband, Dave.
And with the same revulsion she experienced that morning, she tried to
fight off those feelings. They had smoldered up so quickly and
unexpectedly, even while she had been struggling against her anger at
her brother's uninhibited gaze.

"To tell you the truth, your friend Chuck Miller has told me some
things that are pretty upsetting. About pot, parties and things like
that."

"Goddamn Chuck!" he fell back against the refrigerator and laughed. "He
never keeps his mouth shut!"

"But you won't tell him I said anything, will you?"

"Why the hell should I? It's the sort of stuff you've got to expect
from him."

"But I hardly expected you and your sister to be involved in pot!
Drinking a beer at twelve-thirty is one thing, Sandy, but smoking
marijuana is a serious matter."

He drained the can of beer and tossed it into the wastebasket at the
side of the sink. "Look, Sis. There are a lot of things that you just
wouldn't understand about me and Ellen. We're different, our lives
don't go the same direction as your own."

"Look, little brother," she laughed bitterly, "I hardly think that
twenty-four years old is standing with one foot in the grave."

"Yeah, but you were raised differently than me or Ellen. Mom and Dad
had all kinds of old fashioned ideas when you were a kid. By the time
that Ellen and me came around, they had learned better. You should see
them now! Jennifer, you'd never believe how liberal they've become!"

"That's not the impression I got from Mom's letter. Do you think that
she would have written me to baby-sit for you if she was as liberal and
open-minded as you suggest?"

"Jenny, that's not the point. Mom feels obliged to do that. What would
her snotty country-club friends think if she and Dad had taken off for
Europe leaving us alone? You don't really think she expects you
to...some sort of nurse-maid for us, do you?"

"I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you need," she shrugged.

"What's Dave say about all of this? Doesn't he think it's funny him and
his wife baby-sitting for two grown-up kids?"

Again, beneath the surface of their argument, Jennifer could feel an
underlying tension, an explosive charge to the way her brother was
challenging her. She really didn't know how to handle him when he got
like this, and she just wished he would forget the whole subject, but
then she realized it was she who had brought it up. "Dave and I talked
it over. He's of the opinion that you are not adults. Physically, you
may be mature, but you still have the minds of children."

"Jenny, I resent that," her brother said sharply. "Dave hardly knew us
before yesterday, and besides, how is he to judge our lives from his
standards? He's like you, he just doesn't have any understanding of the
situation."

He came around the table and put his arm affectionately around her bare
tanned shoulders. Suddenly, she had the urge to hug and cuddle the boy,
almost as if he were her own child. She wanted to hold him close in her
arms and pull him to the fullness of her breasts, patiently explaining
to him that he was a child yet and that he still needed the maternal
care that her mother seemed to have forgotten to give him. But she knew
that this was a foolish instinct. Her own marital problems with Dave
during the past few months had made her more sensitive to her brother's
need for mothering, and she was aware of her own desires for the love
and affection that only a man could offer.

"About those, uh, parties," she stammered, turning her hazel eyes
toward his face. That's something which really bothers me."

"Goddamit, Jenny, my social life is none of your business," he
exclaimed, and he could feel his hand tighten on her shoulder.

"It wouldn't bother you, Sandy, if you didn't have anything to hide
from me."

He spun around, and thrust his thatch of black hair out of his eyes.
"What d'you think we're doing? Having wild orgies or something?"

His sister's eyes narrowed as she reflected back his anger. "That's
what the repulsive Miller boy said. That's exactly what I'm thinking!"

He seized the picnic basket he had left beside the refrigerator and
strode out the kitchen. She ran out behind him as he disappeared down
the driveway and waved to him just as he was getting into the station
wagon.

"What the hell is it now?" he shuffled back toward her across the
gravel drive.

"Dammit, Sandy, can't we talk sensibly for a while?"

A moment later brother and sister were seated on lawn chairs facing
across the wide sloping grass behind the house. Jennifer's eyes were
reddened with tears, her face half-hidden from his own. From time to
time her fresh smoothly complected face changed expression from
puzzlement to open exasperation when Sandy, who had always confided his 
most intimate problems to his older sister, told the young woman of the
activities he and Ellen had been involved in over the past year. She
couldn't help but feel interested in the details of the wild parties
that he and Ellen had been having; yes, she had heard about the
orgiastic gatherings that young people were participating in that
usually involved pot and free sex, but she had never in her craziest
dreams imagined that her own sister and brother would have taken part
in them.

"And so, we kinda get together and do what we feel like," he intoned,
and smiled slightly. "We smoke a little grass, and then let things
happen."

Sandy slid his chair alongside Jennifer's and thrust his knee against
the firmness of her outer thigh. She could feel it push almost
rhythmically against her, indicating to her the extent of his
excitement. It was evident to her that he had become aroused by telling
her of the parties; she could tell by the way he was breathing deeply
in short gasps, and how his nudging leg pushed more insistently against
her own as he went on with his story. She found herself wondering
whether his penis was hard. She knew she shouldn't have such thoughts,
but they came automatically, and if she drew her leg away from her
brother's, it would be clear to him that she sensed his excitement.

"...after everybody is real warmed up we separate into different
bedrooms. Lots of times I pick up anyone I can," his voice droned on
mechanically, catching Jennifer's imagination in its hypnotic monotone.
"And then we do stuff like touch each other with our mouths, like if
I'm really turned on I'll suck a girl's pussy --"

"What!" Jennifer's voice resounded in a gasp of shocked surprise.

"Goddammit, Sis, you wanted to hear all of it."

His sister drew a cigarette from the pack he had left lying on the
grass and lit it from the ember of Sandy's that he held up to her face.
She dragged deeply, then nodded for him to continue.

"Then she'll usually do the same to me. Things get wild when you have
two chicks at the same time. Can you imagine it?"

Jennifer glared at her brother but she didn't say anything. She swayed
back and forth slowly, her mind a-blur with images of her brother
making lewd oral love to some anonymous woman. It was something she
could not fathom, something light-years beyond her own knowledge and
experience. Often Dave had wanted her to take his hard erect cock
between her lips and suck it, but she had refused even though she had
known there was nothing wrong with doing it. But the very concept of
her brother going to bed with two girls at once, or two men having her
sister for that matter, filled her with a tingling sense of dread. "I -
- I just don't know what to say," she sighed, feeling his knee pressing
with increasing firmness against her thigh. "It's really incredible,
Sandy. How can you permit yourself to sleep with two girls at once!
It's absurd, it's actually uncivilized!"

"Christ, Sis, what did you expect?"

"I -- I don't know. When we were in high school, we did some petting,
things like that," she said.

"Most people are sucking and worse than that, baby," he said in
provocative tone. "Man," his face reddened. "You can't imagine what
it's like, having two girls in the sack at the same time. God, it's
fantastic!"

Despite herself, Jennifer felt a warming sensation softly tingling in
the tips of her breasts and spanning out in her lower abdomen from the
obscene descriptions her brother was making of the parties he and their
younger sister attended. For the second time that day she had the
feeling that she was no longer in control of her most intimate
thoughts: her mind had been teased and titillated by constant erotic
suggestions, and she felt her vaginal area begin to moisten warmly
against her will to resist further arousal.

"Most people were doing it when you were in high school," her brother
said in a low almost hissing voice. "But you just didn't realize. If
you've never sucked a man, you don't know what it's like, or for that
matter, if Dave has never kissed you between your legs, it's impossible
to know how great it feels." He watched his sister's large upswinging
breasts heaving rhythmically in her steadily mounting excitement and
said, "Tell me, do you and Dave, well, do you suck him off?"

Jennifer leapt up, her swift movement knocking the aluminum chaise
lounge onto its side. She stared down at her brother sprawled out in
his chair, the erection beneath his bathing suit totally obvious
bulging stiffly against the tight beige cotton. God, it was
frightening! Her mind raged, her vision blurred, and her thoughts spun
wildly with the reckless images of lovemaking it had conjured up.

"Sandy," her voice was weak and trembling. "This is impossible. I don't
think we should talk about this any longer!"

He lurched right in front of her. Both sister and brother stood
silently facing one another now, their eye's staring confusedly into
each other's face. Yes, Jennifer thought, this is right, this is more
like the brother and sister we should be, friendly and loving, but not
lusting as we were a minute ago. Suddenly the bright July sun fell
behind a cloud and the thick green foliage and long sprawling lawn
behind the Jackson house was swept into shadow.

Chapter 3

Dave Armstrong arrived at the luxurious Connecticut home from his day
of golf late that evening just as the summer sun was setting. Jennifer
sensed immediately that her husband was in one of his bad moods that
had become more frequent during the past few months, and she made him a
drink and sat down beside him in the patio by the swimming pool,
watching him as he read through a long letter that had come in the mail
that morning. She had noticed the envelope was postmarked Richmond, and
she had known instinctively that something was wrong.

As he read with a somber expression through the letter, she looked up
at the dome of fading blue sky that was irregularly broken up by the
branches of a large oak tree rising from the rolling lawn. The
underwings of a brilliantly yellow and black Monarch butterfly passed
across the field of her vision; it seemed such a fragile insect, so
tragic in it's momentary splendor of light and color. She too felt a
sense of her own beauty that was both transitory and all the more
breathtaking since it too survived a mere instant and would one day
fade and disappear, without memory, perhaps without leaving a trace of
its existence. The thought of her breasts and her thighs never having
tasted life to its fullest -- and this thought had been provoked by the
tales of wild youthful abandon that Chuck and Sandy had hinted at
earlier -- was almost unbearable, and for a moment she almost regretted
having married so young. Yes, she loved her handsome red-headed
husband, and from all outward appearances she and Dave had an admirable
relationship. Yet something was missing, something that she could not
define, but knew should be there but had become lost after their first
few months of marriage. Dave had become so absorbed in his job during
the past year that they hardly had time for those moments of intimacy
that were indispensable in a relationship. His lovemaking had become an
almost mechanical chore that he performed as much out of a sense of
duty as through a need for passionate fulfillment.

"Looks like we're gonna have some trouble with the Hastings account
again," he said, not raising his eyes from then correspondence laid out
across his lap. "He called off the contract with Wallace Electronics,
which means the whole goddamn sales program has got to be revamped."

"Which means?" she toyed gently with a strand of his red hair, pulling
her chair closer to his own.

"I don't need to tell you what happens next. I'll stay here another
coupla days, but I'll have to be back in Richmond on Monday or Tuesday.
Good thing I won't be away for more than a week or so."

"Dammit Dave! This was going to be our first chance to spend some time
together in more than a year!" she looked at him sulkily. "You will be
back soon, please tell me you will, honey!"

He shrugged his large shoulders noncommittally. "I can't say anything
for sure, but you better just stay put with the kids. No telling what
kind of hell might break loose if they're left alone for even a
minute."

Dave Armstrong pulled his chair away from his wife and slumped over in
silence. A light breeze blew over the line of shrubbery behind the
young couple, playing in Jennifer's long blonde hair. She could feel
her husband's coolness to her, his almost rude refusal to acknowledge
her desire to be close to him. She felt the urge to leave him alone to
his thoughts, but she knew she couldn't; whatever was going through the
man's mind couldn't be forced out by pouting, and she would just have
to put up with his moodiness until he got over the bad news which had
arrived so unexpectedly.

"Anyway, we've got a few days together. That's better than nothing,
isn't it, Dave?"

He swallowed his drink thoughtfully. Looking at him, Jennifer couldn't
help but admire the muscular thickness of his arms and the broadness of
his shoulders. Although he was several years older than his wife, he
was not much less youthful-looking than a man in his early twenties.
Yes, Jennifer thought with a slight pulse of desire coursing through
her loins, he had kept that athletic fitness of his early manhood, and
indeed, he reminded her of her own brother. Perhaps that was why she
had reacted so strongly to the sight of her brother dressed in his
skin-tight bathing trunks earlier that afternoon. If she did have some
forbidden feelings for her brother, Sandy, they were easily explained
by the fact that real similarities did exist between the two men.

Her husband rose from his chair and walked to the edge of the swimming
pool in front of him. "You know, I've put a helluvan effort into making
things go well with the company. Then some goddamn thing like this
comes along and messes up business entirely."

He turned and faced the mirror-like pool before him, the ember of his
cigarette reflecting on the surface and punctuating the glow of sunset
now changing the turquoise hue of water to deep amber.

"Relax, you still have time to enjoy yourself before you go back to
Richmond," she said weakly, but his angry look silenced any further
reassurances she might have given him.

She left her chair and without saying anything more to him withdrew to
the house. From the kitchen window she could still see her husband
silhouetted in front of the swimming pool. Couldn't he see, wasn't he
able to understand she wanted to make love? Sometimes he was so damned
stubborn, she nodded her head; he got wound up in the electronics
business, not realizing for a moment that she had her own more physical
needs and desires that demanded fulfillment.

In the guest room she changed into the sheer translucent blue nightgown
she had purchased just before they had left Richmond. She had saved it
as a surprise for Dave, and now she wondered if he would even notice.
But there was no reason that she should have these misgivings about her
body. A glimpse of her curvaceous figure with its voluptuous lines of
youthful abundance as the soft light from the bedlamp shone upon it
assured her that it was he, her husband, at fault. Maybe she had not
made herself clear to him, she pondered; perhaps in her desire not to
appear over-anxious to make love she had made the mistake of seeming
disinterested. It was obvious, though, that others had not needed
coaxing, she had seen how Chuck Miller and even her own brother had
been irresistibly drawn to her that afternoon, and she knew for a fact
that they had been aroused by the vision of their lewdly bulging
erections.

Dave entered the bedroom and looked around the room before snapping on
the overhead light. "It's dark. Why did you shut off the light?" he
demanded gruffly.

She sighed deeply. No, he didn't see; how could he see with his head in
the clouds, his mind full of debits and withdrawals working like a
efficient computer. "I -- I thought you were coming to bed," she
answered contritely.

He undressed slowly with his back to her, and Jennifer watched,
fascinated as always, while he pulled off his slacks and set them
neatly on a hanger in the closet, then unbuttoned his shirt and drew
off his tee-shirt and jockey-shorts. Yes, she still become excited
looking at the boyish curve of his buttocks beneath the tapering line
of his athlete's torso, and she wondered if she wasn't somewhat over-
sexed having thoughts like this.

He lay down naked beside her in bed, closing his eyes immediately. A
few moments later he had fallen asleep. No, he hadn't noticed, her mind
raged; in his distraction he had forgotten even to kiss her goodnight,
and now he was lying with his back to her, his chest heaving regularly
as he fell off into a deep sleep.

Jennifer lay with the sheets pulled off her and a gauzy strip of
moonlight shining across her body. Tears of humiliation welled up in
her eyes as she recalled each of his gestures that had shown his
indifference to her, and again she cursed the job which seduced her own
husband away from her...

After several minutes of restless tossing and turning, she got up from
the bed and went into the kitchen. It was past one o'clock and she
hadn't managed to feel in the least drowsy. She opened her parent's
liquor cabinet and withdrew a bottle of Scotch, pouring herself a half-
glass full of the brown-colored liquid, and moved to the sink filling
the remainder of the glass with water. At the kitchen table she lit a
cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply and sipping on the whiskey that
made her feel almost at once relaxed. After a time she returned to the
liquor cabinet, pouring herself an ample second drink.

She stared into the glass as though it were a prismatic cylinder of
crystal through which she could perceive the past and future, musing
sadly on how her husband had treated her, and how her brother and
sister had changed so drastically since she had last seen them. Distant
voices seemed to accompany her imaginings, forming a counterpoint to
her thoughts; dreamlike, she found herself following those voices, then
suddenly she realized they were real. She glanced up at the kitchen
clock: it was after two, almost four hours since she had gone to bed.

She padded across the tiled kitchen floor to the door that led onto the
patio, opening it quietly.

The voices that were coming from behind a row of bushes to the side of
the patio were almost unrecognizable. The first realization of what
this meant -- two voices out there so late at night which could have
been Sandy or Ellen or either one of them with someone else -- flooded
through Jennifer at that moment. Holding her breath, she slipped to the
edge of the patio. Ellen's voice said distinctly: "You have such a
lovely cock. It's so big, so hard...oh, Lover, every time I see it I
want to suck it, and suck it, and suck it..."

Jennifer fell back against the door in abject repulsion, her breath
catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Good God, what had
Ellen been doing here, and who was she with? She couldn't believe that
her sister would perform such a debasing act on anyone, it was
impossible to understand! The very word, the concept itself, sent a
chill of disgust down the length of her spine. It was a perversion;
something only the dregs of humanity participated in.

"Put it in between your lips," she heard Chuck Miller's voice say, low
and moaning. "Oh yeah, God yes, that feels good."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Oh, yes, baby, suck it, succcck!"

Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling an incredible dryness in her throat as
she listened. She wanted to turn and run from the filthy exclamations,
erase the vile sounds that were bubbling from her sister's throat, but
she couldn't. She felt drawn to them, and she inched softly against the
patio until she had approached the edging of the bushes. There she
could make out the naked forms of her sister lying on the grass above
Chuck Miller, her head pressed down against his naked loins and her
long dark hair flowing against his stomach. A beam of moonlight caught
the figures showing clearly her sister's face with her cheeks bulging
from the fleshy invasion of the boy's long thick cock up inside her
mouth. God! It was obscene watching her there with her hair falling
over his balls and stomach and hearing both of them groaning so lewdly
as the pagan ritual continued.

Ellen raised her head from the shadow of the boy's loins, and she
adjusted her weight so that her knees pressed firmly against the sides
of his slightly raised buttocks. Her pretty heart-shaped face upturned
into the moonlight, her face contorted into an expression of obvious
lust.

"Dammit, Ellen, why did you stop?"

The girl laughed and ran her hand over the flat heaving plane of his
belly. From where she was standing Jennifer could see the firmly
upstanding length of Chuck Miller's huge penis jutting just below the
white sheen of Ellen's gently swaying breasts; God, Jennifer thought,
it looked monstrous, its head mounted fist-like atop the rigidly
stiffening pole.

"Are you crazy, baby?" her sister chortled lewdly. "I'm not going to
let you have all the fun. Before you come you've got to suck my pussy,
do you wanna do that?"

"Oh, God, yes, yes!"

"Then look at it, sweet," the girl spread her legs wide, arching
herself back on her squirming buttocks so that the mound of her cunt
was directly in front of his face. "Look at it all juicy and ready for
you to suck. It feels, yes it feels good, throbbing and wet, waiting
for your tongue."

"Christ," was all the teenager could manage to moan.

"Go ahead. do it, lick it, suck my pussy. Run your fingers and your
tongue all around it, oh, I want you to make me feel gooood."

No, this was incredible, Jennifer's mind churned, she must run, she
couldn't stand here and watch! But she stayed bolted to the terraced
floor, holding onto the large trunk of a pear tree that grew alongside
the patio from the garden. She couldn't move from the depravity of the
scene even though she knew that it was insanity to remain watching the
two of them any longer. She was hypnotized by what she saw and heard
and suddenly felt as though all her self control had been voided from
her and a new lewdly fascinated part of her being were called forth
from the dark depths of her unconscious.

She watched as her sister rolled over on her back and the boy hunkered
up on his hands and pushed slowly forward until his mouth was directly
in front of her sister's nakedly exposed hair-lined cunt.

Despite herself, Jennifer had to admit her sister was a provocatively
attractive figure now laid out as she was beneath the lewdly toying
tongue and lips of her boy friend. She gazed in wild confusion at the
enchanting form spread in sacrifice on the smooth jump of grass before
Chuck Miller. He had worked the girl up to a fever pitch of excitement
and Ellen's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture -- her glassy
lust-smoked eyes staring up into the starry night. Chuck placed himself
in position over her erotically gleaming thighs, his face just a few
scant inches from the soft pubic mound above. His hands reached out to
just below the gently rising and falling plane of her belly, and his
thumbs lay pressed into the moistly glistening outer flanges of her
vaginal lips. Jennifer sucked in her stomach with a gasp, feeling an
unwelcomed sympathetic response as the boy's thumbs caressed for a
moment and then pulled outward softly, parting the soft pubic hair and
exposing to his lustful gaze the moist red slit of Ellen's vagina. The
dainty bud of her clitoris Jennifer could imagine throbbing into
hardness across the brief space of grass and then hedge, and Jennifer
trembled fearfully as she realized how near she was to the lust
inciting scene.

Chuck's head thrust forward, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick
teasingly at the raw little nub of nerves at the top of Ellen's loins.
The girl's body jerked at the first electric contact, her stomach
heaving fitfully now as slowly his tongue began to lick lightly at the
rapidly moistening slit, her full white thighs suddenly clamping
spasmodically around his head in a tight vise-like grip. Her buttocks
began a smoothly undulating rhythm, gyrating in salacious response to
the lewd ministrations of his probing tongue. Soft moans of obscene
animal pleasure issued out of Ellen's wide-open mouth, merging with the
hoarse grunts coming from the Miller boy as he continued flicking his
tongue up between the young girl's softly quivering legs.

Suddenly the sounds stopped and the boy raised his head, placing his
hand on one of Ellen's fully curving tits. "Fuck dammit, I wanna fuck
ya," her boy friend's voice said in a fiercely demanding tone. "I can't
wait no longer...Christ, I gotta do it now!"

Jennifer's sister pulled up and looked into his face. "Oh, yesss put
your big prick in my cunt, please fuck me good, Chuck, baby...!"

Jennifer watched as the boy rolled on top of her sister, his hand
holding the shaft of his long fleshy cock so that the thick turgid head
prodded softly against Ellen's widely splayed cuntal lips. The girl
opened her legs wider to permit him easy access to her overly willing
cunt, drawing her hand around Chuck Miller's waist, and beckoning him
to penetrate her. He levered up over her, one hand outstretched and
supporting his torso on the grass while the other swirled the hotly
throbbing penis around and around in a lewdly tantalizing motion,
jerking it back and forth playfully against Ellen's warmly moistening
vaginal opening.

"Yes, oh yes, lover, ahhh, stick it in, put in your cock, your prick --
- arrrgh, fuck me nowww!"

Jennifer could feel sweat flow freely on her body now, beneath the

folds of her transparent blue nightgown. She rested her body against
the tree, not knowing what she was doing or why she was doing, only
aware that she wanted to enjoy what she was doing and what was going on
in front of her, though her will should have fought against it. Down
between her tightly clenched thighs her warmly wettening pussy was
tingling, trembling as it had never done before. She didn't understand
it, it was beyond the realm of her comprehension. As though in a dream,
her own hands began to slide down her violently shaking torso,
caressing her hotly tingling flesh and exploring her own body as she
never had before, as though she had never known it before. The motions
of her fingers and hands were accompanied by low suspirant moans coming
through the bushes, a counterpart of her own salacious probings. Her
hands began to involuntarily massage the straining whiteness of her
breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading
and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from
the excitedly heaving mounds.

She paused, her hands releasing her quivering white breasts for a
moment, and raised herself up over a low rock wall separating the patio
and garden from a small space of grass, and silently slung her body
onto the low sloping lawn directly behind her sister and her boy
friend. Here she could relax and stretch out her body into a position
of rest. She turned onto her stomach, bunching up her sheer nightgown
over her hips so that it cupped in soft folds over hips, and she
pressed the achingly yearning mound of her clitoris tightly into the
soft blades of grass beneath her.

From her low-lying position she was able to see them, but Chuck and her
sister were placed in such a way that she was inaccessible to their
gaze. She watched as the Miller boy raised himself over Ellen, the
white flesh of the boy's buttocks looking monstrously obscene as they
began plunging smoothly up between her own sister's wildly spread
loins. One last vestige of puritan disgust raced through her tortured
consciousness as she watched the boy begin a slowly rocking motion over
the cock-impaled girl below him. God, it was obscene, Jennifer thought,
but she was enjoying it! Her own husband's refusal to make love to her
earlier that evening had pushed her into a state of shame and
humiliation, and now her broken pride welcomed her further debasement.
Chuck Miller withdrew slightly, the thick shaft of his turgid cock
pulling out several inches then thrusting warmly forward again,
stopping at the end of its stroke to languish deep, deep inside her.

Jennifer's hands coursed down below her full quivering breasts until
they planted themselves at the curly soft tangle of her pubic hair. She
could feel the grass below her hand grazing against her skin like a
thousand tiny fingers and the moisture drenched flesh of her vaginal
lips dilating against her palms as she drew her narrow cuntal slit
open, exposing the lips of her softly pulsating pussy to the cool night
air. With a groan, she inserted her middle finger into the tightly
clasping hole, worming it slowly inward in a motion that imitated the
rhythmic skewering of Miller's cock up into her sister's wide-spread
cunt. Yet the fire burned more fiercely there, flickering in tiny lewd
flames of desire deep into her lust-inflamed vaginal passage. She
inserted another finger, drawing up her knees so that she lay with her
smoothly curving ass-cheeks high in the air. Then, she began undulating
her buttocks in time to the thrust and counterthrust of Chuck Miller's
hips that echoed with a smack of his thighs against her sister's
through the still night air.

The vision of their locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked
mindlessly to and fro, pushing back on her knees against her fingers,
screwing them deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. She could see
his wetly glistening cock ramming its way up into her younger sister's
convulsively clasping cunt, sinking through the soft black pubic hair
like the huge trunk of a tree. Ellen's gasps mounted steadily in volume
and fury, punctuating each of the boy's rapidly skewering plunges, and
suddenly, without knowing it, Jennifer's own incoherent moans followed
suit, mewling low in obscene sisterly harmony. "Ooooooooh."

"Oh, yes, fuck me darling, yeeees, harder, do it like that, oh shit,
fuck, oh screwwwww me, do it oouuuuu!" Ellen's depraved voice chimed in
as Jennifer's raised in volume.

Jennifer continued to plunge her fingers into the moistly sucking lips
of her pussy. God, she thought, she wanted everything that her sister
was having, she wanted the repulsive adolescent to fuck her too, but
for the moment she was satisfied with her fingers and hands as an
obscene substitute, and would have to pretend that a real cock was
burrowing its way warmly up into her searing cuntal passage. Yes, she
knew she had needed something to displace the urge to fuck Dave, who
had so cruelly shunned her an hour before. Her eyes sealed themselves
on the writhing form of her sister who now curled her legs out over the
boy's wildly pumping back, thrusting her ankles around his gyrating
buttocks like a rodeo-rider on a bucking bronco.

Christ, Jennifer thought, I want to scream! What in God's name is
happening to me! That boy screwing my sister looked so repulsive to me
this afternoon with his acne-scarred face and his obscene lecherous
eyes, but now I know I should have let him have me...I was a fool, Lord
what a fool! God, look at him sticking it into my sister and she has
such a lovely cunt, my own sister, and such pretty little tits with
hard little nipples that stick up like flowers...and Chuck, he has such
a lovely cock, a precious cock. COCK, I love that word, I'll say it
softly "cock," his "prick" -- she mouthed the words as she watched the
undulating bodies through the skein of bushes -- my finger, it feels
like a smooth fucking prick, it feeeels gooood, oh, godammit, why
doesn't someone come and fuck meeeee!

Almost brutally she cupped her breast, slipping onto her side. She
milked viciously at it, squeezing hotly at the tender nipple with a
crazy animal-like abandon as her other hand thrust its middle finger
with moistly sluicing strokes deep up into her wildly throbbing
passage. Now the knowledge that she was doing wrong blanked from her
mind and she was gripped by an obscene fever to make more terrible her
own self-debasement. She could hear the lewd wet sucking sound of her
masturbation merge with the sibilant sounds of passion coming from
behind the bushes, the voices of the madly fucking couple no longer
muted but groaning loudly as the two of them were swept forward on a
wave of unbridled lust.

"Uh, uh, uh," her sister intoned, her hands accompanying her clutching
feet on the Miller boy's wildly pummeling buttocks.

As if this weren't enough, the boy snaked one hand down below Ellen's
smoothly pounding ass-cheeks and, finding the deep crack between her
buttocks spread wide open, thrust his middle finger suddenly to the
second knuckle in her puckered anus, causing her feet to jerk
erotically in the air between them, her toes curling spasmodically
against the skin of his own tensed buttocks. Jennifer watched on,
continuing to plunge her own middle finger into her hotly pulsating
cunt, as the obscene teenager turned his finger around and around up
inside her sister's nether passage. She worked her pussy faster and
faster, as the boy's finger wormed slowly forward..."Arrrgh," Ellen
groaned. "Fuck me, oooooh, stick your finger in farther!"

The boy shoved another finger punishingly into her anus, sinking both
all the way up to the palm of his hand. Jennifer watched her teenage
sister's face cloud over, her mouth opened to expose her gleaming white
teeth. The girl jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the
grass, seeming to want to escape the cruel invasion of her rectum, but
her face expressing obscene delight at the defilement. Miller had timed
it well, and rammed his pelvis forward with fury, driving his long
cruel penis deep into her widely flowering depths. She lurched back,
pulling his smoothly gyrating buttocks down toward her with her ankles
and raising one hand from behind to pull his face down upon her opened
lips.

"Oh, oh, oh," Jennifer's sister moaned between salavious gulps at the
boy's wetly splurging tongue which was thrust like a second hot thick
cock inside her mouth.

On the other side of the bushes, Jennifer's hand moved away from the
gently heaving mound of her breast and slipped down behind her tensely
undulating buttocks. In desperation, she slid her middle finger up
between the open crevice of her quivering ass-cheeks, feeling a rush of
pain-pleasure as she pushed through the tight rubbery hole to her first
knuckle. It hurt, but strangely it felt good at the same time, and she
pretended she was being fucked from in front, feeling the throbbing
pulse of her other hand's middle finger through the thin membrane that
separated the two passages from each other.

In front of her, through the bushes she could see the two writhing
bodies lurching lewdly out of control. Her sister's head beat with
metronomic regularity on the mound of grass behind her head, matching
the lust-inciting rhythm of Chuck Miller whose machine-like-cock-
thrusts continued to batter into her nakedly exposed ass-hole and
wildly jerking cunt. The two of them are mere children, Jennifer
thought, as she finger-fucked herself from in front and behind, and yet
their fucking was almost timeless, yes, out of time and part of some
terrible pre-human memory echoing the bestial coupling of an archaic
unconscious past...

"Oh yes, yessss," her younger sister squealed, upturning her wildly
bouncing buttocks as the boy jammed his middle finger more fiercely up
into her cruelly plundered ass-hole.

"Do you...like it...baby...to fuck...like this?" Chuck's gravely voice
gasped between heaving pants of lust.

"Oh lover, yes, oh you fuck good, I love you, you fucking bastard,
fuuuuuck, stick your finger in harrrder, oh Christ, yessss!"

The two prone copulating figures were approaching their climax now.
Their bodies rolled monstrously to and fro, tossing on the slope of
soft grass and setting up a loud ruckus in the bushes that brushed
against their young bodies, naked and exposed in the moonlight.
Jennifer's own half-naked full-breasted body splayed out to the side
just a few feet from them but still well-hidden by the hedge, the
middle finger of her right hand frantically working her clitoris and
then plunging into her rapidly contracting and dilating cunt while she
continued the vile impalement of her tight rubbery ass-hole with the
middle finger of her left hand.

"Screw me, Chuck, screw harder!"

Jennifer could almost make herself believe it was she saying that
instead of her sister. She ground harder and deeper, quivering insanely
under the pressure of her own lewd finger-fucking and gasping for the
immediate release. It couldn't be happening, but yes it was, they were
all cumming together, and yes, it was monstrous, but she loved it, and
wanted more of it!

Ellen screamed. "Aaaaarg!" and then again, "Aaaaarg, I'm cummmming! Oh,
God...keep on! Ugggghhhh!"

Then came Miller's sharp cry of delight as he lurched forward, the
first waves of his hotly spurting cum steaming geyserlike into the
obscenely writhing girl. "Ohhh, yesss!"

As if by remote control, the dual orgasms of her sister and boy friend
sent Jennifer into an uncontrolled spasm. She lurched backward, her
thinly covered breasts dancing lewdly in the moonlight, her fingers
still cleaved into the splayed open lips of her passion-drenched cunt
and circling rapidly around her rectum, and her lips contorted as the
earth seemed to open up beneath her. Her face turned crimson as she
felt it coming, coming with a blinding rush -- her whole body vibrated
and then the white hot juice gushed from around her frenziedly working
fingers, covering her hand and running down onto the soft matting of
the grass below. She could feel it streaming in tiny rivulets down the
inside flesh of her quivering thighs, and moistening her bended knees.
As she relaxed into the final throes of her orgasm, she could hear the
two of them, their last gasps of dying lust vanishing into the
darkness.

Jennifer lay in the grass for a while with her nightgown pulled over
her smoothly rounded hips, her buttocks still gently swaying in the
chill night air. She was unable to bring herself to withdraw her
fingers from her thoroughly satiated cunt and ass-hole until the last
dying throbs had stilled her body. She heard her sister and Chuck
Miller whispering as they rose from the grass behind the hedge and
padded softly across the patio into the darkened house. A light flicked
on in the kitchen, and suddenly she remembered having put it out,
almost as an unconscious gesture, as she had left the house when first
hearing the strange sounds more than an hour before. Slowly, she drew
herself up, her fingers slithering wetly from her finally satiated
cunt, and she crossed the patio in the summer moonlight.

She heard Chuck Miller's sports car pull out of the driveway, but she
waited a few minutes before entering the kitchen. Tomorrow, tomorrow,
she would begin to sort out the scattered jig-saw pieces of the
confusion that had become her life. But a feeling of guilt and shame
filled her now. Nervously, she straightened the soiled blue folds of
her nightgown, teardrops forming in her eye as she recalled that she
had bought it for another less perverse occasion. And now it was
ruined, soaked with her own frustrated juices of lust and stained from
rolling on the grass. But her sense of pride in her own beauty overcame
that sadness with a low internal rush of outraged indignation. Yes, her
husband had caused her self-debasement, had humiliated her into
masturbating herself into obscene satiation. She brushed the tears from
her eyes, a welcome desire for sleep gliding smoothly through her
tortured and confused mind, and entered the house.

Chapter 4

Three days passed. Jennifer was surprised that she had suffered so
little from the events of that second night at her parent's home, but
she supposed she had overreacted to her husband's coldness to her. She
was perhaps overanxious to judge her younger sister and brother as
well, as her own lustful performance that night surely indicated that
she herself had not yet learned to deal with the depths of her own
sensuality. But her mind was bright and optimistic on this morning of
the day on which Dave, her husband, was to leave for Richmond. She rose
just as the sun was breaking through the blinds in the guest room and
dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast before the rest
of the family awoke.

Still dreamy-eyed she gazed across the length of the sparkling white
kitchen, her eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning light. She
heard the toilet flush in the guest room, and she assumed that her
husband had already gotten up. Yes, she thought, as she opened the
refrigerator door and withdrew a carton of eggs, setting them on the
stove, she would have an enjoyable week with Sandy and Ellen. She
suspected that her brief separation from her husband might be a healthy
change for both of them; she still suspected that his lack of interest
in love-making was due to his preoccupation with that Hastings
contract, and she preferred to stay out of his hair until this crisis
was over. She started back when she heard a soft feminine voice from
behind her.

"We're up a little early, aren't we?" her sister said in a sleepy
voice.

Somewhat startled, Jennifer turned and stared at the young girl. Clad
in the black tight-fitting bikini which Ellen seemed to wear from
morning until night, the girl was the picture of ripe female sexuality;
Jennifer had never seen such a small bathing suit, even at the Richmond
Country Club where she and Dave were members. The brassiere straps were
no more than a quarter of an inch thick, barely string ties, and the
tiny panties were caught in the smooth cleft of her pussy, almost as
though she were wearing nothing at all!

"I thought I'd get a head start on the day," Jennifer smiled awkwardly,
"if Dave's to be off this afternoon, I might as well be done with these
damn chores."

Her sister raised one small delicately formed hand to her full sensual
lips and yawned. If Ellen Jackson was as voluptuously attractive as her
older sister, she was also a contrasting version of that same
alluringly provocative sensuality. Everyone always joked about this
little "black sheep" of the family, whose petiteness contrasted with
the statuesque figure of the blonde Jennifer. While the older girl was
the incarnation of classical beauty, her younger sister, with her long
silky black hair and darker skin, exuded a fulsomeness that was
emphasized by her ripely swelling young breasts that stood out in their
full splendor next to her tiny wasp-shaped waist and lushly curving
hips. The pretty younger sister slipped into a chair behind the table,
brushing a wave of raven black hair away from her face.

"Damn! I forgot he was leaving so soon," Ellen said. "Isn't there some
way to keep him away from his lousy electronics for another week?"

"I'm afraid the world of high finance calls," Jennifer spoke with a
forced cheerfulness. "It's the kind of thing you've got to expect in
Dave's business."

Ellen grinned. "I s'pose, but if I was you, my dear sister, I wouldn't
put up with it!"

Jennifer broke an egg into the porcelain bowl atop the stove, then
broke another and another, and began whipping them frenziedly. She
didn't appreciate the way her sister constantly poked her nose into her
marriage relationship, but she hesitated in telling her this for fear
it might provoke an argument. The egg splattered carelessly onto the
young woman's sheer white blouse, and she cursed herself under her
breath for her anger, dampening a cloth at the sink and spotting the
stain until it was removed.

"My, we are agitated this morning, aren't we!" her sister leaned back
in her chair and giggled, the deeply tanned mounds of her almost naked
breasts jiggling in her laughter.

Jennifer shot Ellen an angry glance. She could feel her sister's eyes
focusing on her smoothly curving buttocks beneath the tight white
summer shorts she was wearing, and suddenly she felt hot all over and
terribly uncomfortable. Her earlier cheerful mood was fading rapidly,
and she sighed in discomfort, sensing that her brazenly audacious
sister was deliberately trying to provoke her.

"Is Sandy planning to make it up for breakfast?" she asked, turning
from the stove and observing her sister's bare midriff with obvious
disapproval.

"He had a late night out down at the beach," Ellen replied. The girl
looked curiously at her sister. "Is there something wrong, Jenny? Ever
since you arrived here with Dave I've had the feeling that the two of
you have had some problems."

Jennifer froze. "Nothing that a short vacation won't cure," she poured
the beaten eggs into a frying pan. "I suspect it is you and Sandy who
are having the larger share of difficulties...growing pains, I guess
you might call it."

Ellen clanged her spoon loudly against her saucer, and extended one
tanned arm across the table to the pot of coffee. "OK, I get it. I'll
drop the subject."

A large pale disk of sun shone through the kitchen window. It was going
to be a long day, Jennifer thought, and if she was going to get through
it without another calamity she might as well avoid all possible
conflict. Despite her irritation, she liked her sister, yet she still
felt disarmed and uncomfortable with Ellen this morning. The strange
look her sister had given her buttocks, yes, and the way she had eyed
her breasts and legs without the slightest inhibition, almost as though
she were appraising her body and judging how it would look with a man
on top of it -- God! It was odd, and she knew she was being silly
thinking this way, and yet? --

Breakfast ready?" Dave's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway. He
came in, wearing a large smile, a pair of green and black plaid bermuda
shorts, and a form fitting knit shirt. He crossed to where Jennifer
stood at the sink, patted her affectionately on the buttocks and then
sat down at the table. His eyes moved in what seemed to Jennifer to be
open lasciviousness over the smoothly tanned body of her younger
sister, then he turned to Jennifer.

"Jenny, are you going to pick up those slacks that needed altering?"

She nodded. "I thought I'd leave right after breakfast, I've got some
shopping to do and I'll probably be out of the house until late
morning."

Dave Armstrong hummed cheerfully and poured a cup of coffee. His pale
gray eyes playing over the opulent curves of Ellen's body, he reached
across the table and grasped his sister-in-law's hand. "Looks like
you're going to be out in the sun today," he laughed deeply. "Oh how I
wish I were a kid again!"

"I wouldn't worry about that, old buddy," the girl returned his
suggestive smile. "I like mature men. I get tired of the same old silly
boy friends. They lack something -- Chuck included -- don't you think?"

Jennifer cleared her throat and set the platter of scrambled eggs onto
the table, dishing out a portion for her husband, and then pushing the
large remaining portion toward Ellen. In spite of herself, she shot the
girl another glaringly cutting look, but the precocious young teenager
barely seemed to notice. Jennifer sat down at the head of the table and
raised her coffee cup. "Do you know what time you should be at the
airport?" she turned to her husband.

"The plane leaves at five. I'll leave here early in the afternoon," he
shrugged.

She drew back in her chair, the rounded tips of her gently rounded
breasts pressing softly against her white summer blouse. "I suppose I
should start on some of those chores."

He faced Ellen and said, without replying to his wife, "And what do you
plan to do while I'm gone?"

"Oh," she gulped down a large forkful of scrambled eggs. "There's the
pool and beach parties every night. Don't worry, Ellen will have a gay
old time just hanging around the house!"

He refilled his cup. "I sure wish I could join you, but...perhaps when
all this contract business is settled..."

"I shouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours...there's a lot of
shopping I've got to do for the week in town. Is there anything else I
can pick up for you?" his wife interrupted.

Dave and her sister looked up and laughed, both shaking their heads and
smiling into each other's face. Jennifer turned abruptly to them and
nodded a curt goodbye, then left the house. God, she had never seen
anything like the way the two of them were flirting right in front of
her like that! She blinked in rage as she spun out the kitchen door.
Then she stopped. In her anger she had forgotten to bring her purse and
she turned back to the kitchen. Through the window she could see her
husband and her sister laughing, and she watched as her sister
stretched her hand across the table and tussled Dave's thatch of red
hair.

"I seem to be interrupting something," she quipped when she re-entered
the kitchen and retrieved her purse from the counter beside the sink.

Again laughter. The gleaming white kitchen seemed charged with electric
particles of energy given off by Jennifer's rage and the husband and
sister-in-law's salaciously lascivious glances they exchanged with one
another. Again, Jennifer moved out the door, brushing tears forming on
her lower eyelids, and headed for the station wagon.

Downtown she did her shopping in a listless daze of inattention. She
trod through the supermarket, her head pounding from the fluorescent
glare of overhead lights, her thoughts far removed from the task at
hand. Had she been reading things into the way Dave and her sister were
acting or were they actually interested in each other? Her nerves had
settled since those first inauspicious two days at her vacationing
parents' home; yes, she had wanted to forget her husband's coldness to
her, and she had especially wanted to be rid of the memory of her own
masturbation while Ellen and her boy friend had been fucking each
other, but now that whole disgusting dilemma had flared up again. The
man in the vegetable department looked at her strangely as he weighed
the green-beans and carrots she purchased; the elderly woman at the
cashier's desk smiled oddly when Jennifer scooped into her purse and
set a fistful of change on the counter. Did it show that easily, was it
obvious to everyone that she was emotionally upset?

She picked up Dave's slacks at the tailor's and returned to the station
wagon. No, her mind pounded, she was too damned tired for any more
shopping today...The throbbing headache that had begun in the
supermarket was worsening, and she lay her head on the steering wheel
for a moment, attempting to collect her thoughts. There was no doubt
that something was wrong, that something was going on between her
husband and her sister, she thought now as she reviewed the coldness
with which he had been treating her for the past several days, yet she
was still unsure of the extent of his interest in Ellen.

"Anythin' wrong, lady?" the leering face of the parking lot attendant
poked through the window of her car. She pulled up and looked at him
confusedly. The attendant's eyes glued on the tight white shorts she
was wearing, and he scratched his face, shrugged his shoulder, and
sauntered off across the gray asphalt parking lot. She looked after
him, again sensing the strange uneasiness of not knowing whether it was
she or the rest of the world that was acting crazy, and started the
car.

When she returned to the spacious grounds of her parents' ranch-style
home, she noticed the screened kitchen door slung carelessly open and
dirty dishes laid out across the dinette table: true to form, her
sister had left her the chore of cleaning up after breakfast. Finding
herself thirsty from the warm late-morning sun and her trek through the
shopping center, she opened the refrigerator, taking out a quart
container of lemonade. She carried it to the drainboard, took a tumbler
from the cupboard and poured it full. Just as she raised it to her
lips, the low musically high-pitched sound of girlish laughter reached
her ears. It seemed to be coming from outside the window to the right
of the sink, from the direction of the pool.

Frowning, Jennifer moved sideways to where she could look out through a
slit in the closed taffeta curtains. At first she saw nothing; the
section of the pool's placid blue water that she could see was
deserted, and there was no one on the half-moon patio, although a towel
rested on a chaise lounge to the side of the green-tiled terrace. But
then a head bobbed up on the near side of the pool, the laughing face
hidden by thin wet strands of jet black hair. A hand appeared to brush
away the hair, and Jennifer, recognizing her sister, frowned. She
should have been expecting Ellen to be enjoying herself like this,
although it seemed odd that her sister should be squealing so loudly
all by herself.

She turned from the window, but another, deeper voice called her
attention back to the pool. There was a frothy splash of water from
behind Ellen, and then the immediately recognizable head of her husband
surfaced from behind the girl, spouting water from his mouth and
splashing seal-like as her sister treaded water, floating back toward
him. Jennifer stopped. Yes, she might have expected that as well: Dave
slashing and cavorting behind Ellen, descending and surfacing now on
one side of her, and then on another, and she frolicking beside him,
acting more childish than her sixteen years. Jennifer was glad the
distant neighbors weren't able to see the two of them horsing around
like that, what with the high green shrubbery walling off most of the
rear yard from view.

Dave plunged deep in the water, his tanned body fading out of sight,
and Ellen wriggled and laughed as he rose in a white swirl beside her.

"For God's sake!" the girl exclaimed, resting her hand on his shoulder
and moving the water lightly with the other. "What was that?"

"What?" Dave grinned in mock innocence.

"You know what I mean!"

Ellen looked at him, her expression turning serious, and still treading
water with her legs, floated around in front of him and placed her two
hands on either side of his shoulders. Then Dave's head dipped forward,
and Jennifer saw her husband's lips meet the girl's, clinging there for
a long moment. Jennifer gasped. She had thought from the way that the
two of them had acted toward each other earlier that something was
amiss, but she had never anticipated this! The scrambled bits and
pieces of images and emotionally inflected hints she had received
during the past few days now began to assort themselves into a
frightening whole: but again she knew she should have expected as much.
If Dave had, for one reason or another, been dissatisfied with her,
then his sister-in-law Ellen, Jennifer's own sister, was certainly an
easy mark for his wandering affections. Still, there was something
lewd, and even incestuous about the way the two of them suspended in
the translucently blue water of the swimming pool caressed and kissed
each other. The reality of what was happening slowly began to sink in,
and Jennifer felt her legs begin to shake, her lips trembling fearfully
in shocked revulsion.

Then her husband and sister broke apart. "Jesus Christ," Dave
sputtered, back stroking away from the girl, his muscular chest
surfacing above the water.

"Didn't you like it?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, I liked it," circling back again, approaching from the
rear and placing his hands on her shoulders while his feet pedaled in
the water below.

"And there's something else," she turned her head to the side.

"There is?"

She reached over her shoulder and pulled his large hand in her own and
drew it forward over the water-slick whiteness of her full firm
breasts.

There was a moment of silence, then Dave breathed softly as his fingers
reached under the cup of her bikini bra. "Damn!"

"Nice, aren't they?"

"Good Christ, what a pair of tits!"

"Do you want to suck them?"

Jennifer's husband submerged behind her sister, re-emerging in front.
He laughed and shook his head, the water droplets slinging from his
matted red hair and splattering her face. The girl dog-paddled forward,
the white splash of water foaming back into Dave Armstrong's face. Then
both heads dipped under, a dilating circle expanding from where they
had been. Jennifer stood in abject horror. Oh God, no! She thought; no,
this can't be happening, not her husband,not her own sister, not this,
it couldn't be happening!

The two faces emerged, Ellen's then Dave's at the edge of the pool so
that Jennifer could not see the lower portion of their bodies. "Do you
know what you're doing?" Dave gasped, his head swaying to the side.

Ellen licked her full moist lips. "Lover, can trust me." The girl
looked at him curiously, then wriggled her body a bit closer. "What's
this?" she asked throatily.

Dave's voice made an unintelligible sound from below the pool's edge.

"It feels funny. Long and smooth, sort of like a rock or something."

Dave's eyes bulged. "Mmmmmmm. Do you want to see it, touch it up
close?"

"Yes, I'd like that, I think."

He rested one hand on the edge of the pool, and Jennifer knew in one
horror stricken instant as she stood frozen and fascinated at the
kitchen window that he was removing his trunks, pulling them off
underneath the water.

"Good Lord, oh my," Ellen breathed as she released her other hand and
seemed to support herself on Dave's lower torso.

"You like? Is it hard, is it big enough for you?"

The girl giggled and sighed. "It's enormous. It's like a big, round
tree trunk!"

"Goddammit! Ohhh, you shouldn't do that!"

"Mmmmmmm, it's getting harder now. It's even longer!"

Dave pulled away from her, his expression turning from salacious
interest to confusion. "You know, we shouldn't be doing this."

"What's the matter? Afraid the wife will get jealous?" Jennifer's
sister chided.

"You can bet your life on it!"

"Well, just a little touching and squeezing your nice thick cock won't
hurt anything," she purred, bobbing next to him.

"I suppose not," he grunted. "Here, let me take your panties off."

Jennifer felt an insane pressure building, building inside her temples
until she thought her head would burst open. This was incredible,
unbelievable. She watched as the girl squirmed next to him, his head
bobbing below for a moment then rising, a look of deep pleasure
coloring her sister's face. No, no, her brain screamed, and her blood
pulsed harder, her heart pumped harder; now she saw through her
husband, the stark reality of her own husband coveting her younger
sister and salaciously touching her exploded like a burst of ripping
shrapnel into her face. It was too much for the young blonde woman to
cope with; her whole world was monstrously torn apart and she wanted to
pull away but it was impossible, her eyes still glued on the gently
swaying forms of her sister and her own husband...

Dave's lust-quickened voice was breathing, "God, oh Dammit, Ellen, it
feels so gooooood!"

"Do you want to cum in my hand?"

"Yes, oh Christ yes!"

"Do you like being jerked off in a swimming pool?" the girl's shoulder
could be seen moving just above the edge of the pool.

"Oh, Ellen, I don't maybe we shouldn't...yesss, keep it up, keep it
upppp!"

Her sister let out a shriek of teasing laughter. Her head dipped and
she dove under, her body trailing a stream of bubbles and surfaced at
the far side of the pool. Jennifer's husband followed, flashing across
the sunlit water, churning it to foam with scissoring kicks of his long
powerful legs.

"Now I've got you, you little prick tease!"

But as his hands came down through the water to grip her waist, she
fell belly forward; squealing and laughing his sister-in-law evaded him
for several long minutes, finally letting him seize her as she came to
rest beneath the diving board. He lifted her up, into the air, her
completely naked body kicking out of the water. For God's sake, this
was obscene, Jennifer's mind raged. Streams of water ran down her
sister's voluptuously rounded breasts, past the full rose-colored
nipples and pink aureoles along the smooth tanned curve of her belly to
the raised wetly glistening mound of her cunt. Suddenly, with an
energetic thrust of her hands, Ellen wrenched away from Dave again and
leapt onto the pool ladder. Dave followed quickly, and now Jennifer
could see that he too was totally naked, his long red-fleshed penis
bobbing lewdly in front of him as he chased the sister-in-law across
the lawn. Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they
were heading in the direction of the guest room outer door. At this
point she just didn't want them to see her here, it would be too much
for her to bear!

She heard them banging around noisily against the furniture in the
bedroom, their pants and groans echoing obscenely through the house.
God, how she wished her brother was here at this moment, if only to
comfort her in her pain and anguish, but evidently he had gone out
while she had been shopping.

"I'll show you, you silly little bitch!"

"Oh, you will," bursts of laughter came from the bedroom, "do you think
you can push me around like this?"

Again, laughter. Jennifer crept slowly up behind the hall door to the
guest room, all the while her mind telling her to leave. The door was
cracked partway open; and now she could see the naked forms of her
husband and sister, Ellen seated on the edge of the bed and Dave
crouched down on the carpet, his hand seizing her legs wide apart.
Seated the way she was, with Dave below her, she began to move her legs
apart, exposing to his lust-incited gaze the moistly glistening lips of
her young hair-lined cunt. Her sister's heavy lidded eyes stared
blankly up at the ceiling, and she leaned back on the bed to rest on
her hands, her hugely set breasts pushed skyward. She thrust her hips
forward and slowly undulated her pelvis so that the smoothly rotating
mound of her pussy was raised within inches of the man's lustfully
gaping face.

Dave watched, hypnotized, his mouth only inches away from the moistly
spread pussy flesh, his breath quickening as he pressed in closer.
Ellen's own heavy breathing could be heard and her voice suddenly cried
out: "Now, do you want to do it, or are you still scared my dear little
sister might not like it?"

The man grunted and lunged forward. The abrupt electric contact of his
lips against the gently pressing cuntal lips, and then the lewd
pressure of his long wet tongue spearing into her softly throbbing
vagina sent another wild spasm through the girl's body.

"Ooooooh," Ellen moaned. "Ooooooh, that's gooood, lick me more, yes
lick me more!"

He burrowed his head in deeper, moving his face around and around, his
tongue flicking obscenely up and down, over and around the wet hair-
lined slit, pausing at the rapidly hardening bud of her clitoris to
lick at it tantalizingly, and to bring it into excruciating erection.

In a wild animal-like response to his probings, Jennifer's sister
arched up her torso, lifting her legs out and clasping her ankles back
firmly against his bending neck, imprisoning his obscenely bobbing head
between her full tanned thighs. Her hips undulated lewdly in slow
ovalling circles, moving in the age-old rhythm of copulation, gently,
slowly at first, fucking with his tongue as though it were his cock 
pressing wetly against the hotly pulsating opening of her cunt, and
then faster and faster, as she pulled herself to an upright position on
the bed and tangled her small hands into his mass of thick red hair,
urging his face deeper into her writhing pussy.

"Yes, fuck me with your tongue, suck like that!" her sister mewled, her
mouth contorted and her hands digging tortuously into his hair.

"Mmmmmmmgh," he groaned and wormed his tongue deeper between the warmly
clasping vaginal lips that sucked sensuously out around his madly
plunging tongue.

The girl lurched back, her roundly straining thighs cupping and
uncupping rhythmically around his slaving head. "Oh God, yes! Yes! I'm
cummmmming, Dave Darling, I'm going to cummmmm!"

Jennifer's mind spun in an insane frenzy, her eyes fixed on the lustful
scene being played out before her in her own bedroom, not believing
what was happening, but watching incredulously as her sister lurched
up, the girl's hands wrapped fitfully in Dave Armstrong's hair. The
hypnotic spell Jennifer had been under now was broken by the ecstatic
cry coming from her sister's mouth. She turned, casting one last
agonizing look through the cracked door, then moved down the hallway.
Tears coursed down her rose-tinted cheeks, and she ran unseeingly
through the kitchen, and pushed throough the opened screen door. The
sun struck her like a fierce bludgeon, hammering in the reality of what
she had just witnessed: yes, he had kissed her down there, her own
husband had dared to lick his tongue around the lips of her sister's
cunt, something she had never permitted him to do during the entire two
years of their marriage. She slid into the front seat of the station
wagon, sitting there immobilized with shock and tried to gather her
thoughts...

* * *

Ellen Jackson lay back on the bed, her eyes closed, feeling the last
waves of tingling sensation flicker through the wetly spread lips of
her palpitating pussy. She had never experienced such ecstasy with a
man sucking her pussy like that. In the past year she had learned a lot
from Chuck Miller -- how to suck his lovely cock and make him feel good
swirling his tongue around his throbbing shaft -- and she loved Chuck's
energy and the lusty way he did things to her, but he was no match for
her sister's husband. Dammit, he was good all right, so good she
couldn't believe it.

She sensed Dave Armstrong's weight press up on the bed next to her,
then felt his hand pressing against the softness of her thigh. His face
was a flushed crimson, his lips pouted slightly and his eyes glazed
over in lusty anticipation of what he would do to her next. She looked
down to his belly to where the round bulbous head of his cock thrust
upward, the blue-veined underside of the angry red shaft throbbing
gently as he squirmed over closer to her. God, but it was huge! It
waved monstrously against the coarse red hairs of his belly, pulsating
hotly as though it had a life of its own.

"We're not finished, are we?" he said hoarsely.

She moistened her lips. "Mmmmm, what do you want to do next?"

He reached to her hand and placed it on his hotly pulsing cock.
Responding immediately to the gesture, she snuggled down until her eyes
were directly across from the monstrous cock. She studied it carefully,
her gaze lighting on the huge blood-filled head that seemed to be
growing and swelling even larger with desire. She extended a finger,
and stroked the fleshy ring below the rubbery smooth crown, her
fingernail touched lightly at the heart-shaped underside beneath the
cap, and the throbbing penis leapt to her touch.

"Jeezus!"

Ellen scraped her fingernail down the entire length of his sperm-
inflated hardness, and then curled her hand around its base.

"Mmmmmm," Dave heaved. "Dammmmmmn!"

His sister-in-law sat up on one knee, directly to the side of his hip
and began massaging his still stiffening cock with one hand while the
other slipped down his thigh until it cradled the tender softness of
his balls in her gently kneading fingers. "Arrrgh, uhh," he panted as
she jerked her hand up and down over his hardened fleshy shaft in
perfectly timed strokes, her thumb and forefinger flicking lightly at
the lining of circumcision just below the cock-head. His buttocks
raised lightly on the mattress, quivering in response to her fingers
that squeezed the sperm-swollen sac of his balls, and writhing
lustfully as the girl increased her pressure and speed on the tightly
flexing rigidity of his cock.

"Yes, that feel good, doesn't it?" she licked her lips.

Suddenly, Dave pulled up on his side, facing Ellen who was still
crouched on her knees beside him. He gripped one hand around her back,
drawing her down until she lay spread on her back before him. Then, he
turned, and raised one leg over the smooth whiteness of her belly, and
slid all the way up her slippery perspiration-soaked body and finally
straddled the full rounded mounds of her breasts. Dave could feel the
tight bulges squeeze out under the cheeks of his buttocks as he sank
down on them, pushing them down to her chest. He looked at the full
length of his hotly pounding cock standing straight out from his naked
belly, with the blood-engorged head just a few scant inches above his
young sister-in-law's mouth.

"Oh, what an absolutely perfect cock you have, Dave, it's huge!" Ellen
said, crinkling her nose in delight.

A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down and rubbed the
underside of the cock-head in a slow teasing circle around Ellen's open
lips. Her tongue licked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at
the tiny opening in the head of his lust-swollen cock. A thin string of
lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained
forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing
cock up into her mouth. But Dave laughed at her and kept it just out of
reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and the underside
on the semen-soaked ridge beneath.

"Now it's my turn to play with you!" he looked obscenely down at her.

"Yes, Dave, I love these games, do whatever you want to me!" she said,
enraptured by the throbbing length of his penis.

He grunted and pushed forward, at the same time time seizing her long
raven black hair with his hands and pulled her head off the mattress. A
momentary expression of fright crossed the young teenager's face. God,
it was even larger than Chuck's, she thought as she assayed its
thickness again. He thrust forward, the blunt moist cock-head pushing
in through her lips and pressing warmly against the insides of her
cheeks, not giving her a chance to even reject the obscene intrusion.
Instinctively, she began to suck, drawing her lips tightly around the
rapidly palpitating head on the instroke and fluttering her tongue
along the swollen ridge of his hardness when he withdrew. She could
feel his coarse red pubic hairs tickling lewdly against her chin as he
thrust smoothly up into the deep wet cavern of her mouth, and the
tingling sensation incited her further, causing her to clasp her lips
more tightly around his hotly skewering penis. Moisture filled her
mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, and rivuleting in
a tiny circle of wetness on the outside of her warmly sucking lips.

"Damn, Damn," her brother-in-law moaned above her, his thrust more
furious now. He arched up over her, his knees settling down into the
mattress on either side of her head and his hands pulling her face so
that her mouth appeared to be one long fusion of his semen-bloated
cock. He could feel his balls brushing obscenely against her chin,
slapping tantalizingly against her skin as he plunged wetly in, and
sending an electrifying sensation up through his warmly burrowing shaft
that intensified with the momentum of each of his long smooth strokes.

The girl gurgled and swooned beneath him, her passion building steadily
in fury. She pushed one of her hands down beyond his sensuously
undulating buttocks until it rested in her lust-moistened pubic mound,
sliding down farther until her middle finger parted her softly
quivering vaginal lips. She stroked wildly at herself, working her
fingers in a frenzy around the wetly sluicing pussy, fingering the
rising bud of her clitoris, and dipping a finger, then another into the
warmly clasping vaginal passage. Yesss, her mind droned in its heat of
passion, she liked touching herself like this and sucking on that long
thick prick that tasted so sweet and wet with her own moistness and
glistening with the moisture that mixed with her warm saliva; oh...yes
she loved sucking his cock like this, it was such a lovely prick, and
felt so fine rubbing the way it was against her cheeks.

Now as he levered up over her, his knees pressing against her hair that
spilled out in long black strands over the bedspread, her brother-in-
law could feel it coming, his sperm building in his rapidly ballooning
balls. And she continued to suck and draw, suck and draw at his cum-
inflated hardness, his penis straining with each thrust he made up into
the girl's hotly clasping mouth. He groaned as he felt her tongue
fluttering teasingly just below the lust-turgid crown of his cock,
feeling the tip stroking gently up and then more firmly against his
wildly palpitating pleasure-center. He turned sideways for a moment,
just moving his head so that he could see Ellen's fingers skewering in
and out of her hotly gushing cunt, the vision spurring him onward into
greater spasms of lust. The thought that he was fucking into his
sister-in-law's mouth fused with the image of Ellen working her fiery
cunt lips and finger-fucking into her wildly sluicing passage as though
her middle finger were another cock, and he let out a deep agonized
groan that merged with the obscene smacking sound of his sperm-bloated
balls slapping against her lewdly bobbing chin.

"Good Christ!" he moaned, shoving his stiffened ramrod another quarter-
inch forward.

Ellen sucked and licked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the
moistened cap as it plunged inexorably into her throat, and fucking
herself with three fingers that were now implanted in her warmly
seeping pussy all the way up to the palm of her hand. She could feel
his tautly pumping buttocks brush obscenely back and forth on the
swaying mounds of her breasts as he rose and dipped over them, her hard
erect nipples touching each of his ass-cheeks with each downward
movement he made over her quivering breasts, and this drove her onward,
her mind reeling with the buffeting assault on her nakedly reclining
body.

"Oh," she mewled through her lips that clasped and unclasped
rhythmically around the full pulsating length of his long fleshy shaft.
She could feel her second orgasm coming now, flickering out in hot
spasms through the walls of her wildly palpitating cunt as she finger-
fucked in and out of herself, her cheeks tightening obscenely around
the lust-maddened cock that fucked in and out of her mouth in a violent
flash of ecstatic sensation that rippled up through her loins and into
her nakedly squirming belly. She sucked and sucked, willing it to end
and groaning out around the lewdly thrusting cock as her orgasm flooded
in great sensual waves of cum around her viciously rummaging fingers up
inside her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the vaginal lips
clasped tightly around the top of her hand and down the insides of her
quivering thighs.

At the same time, her brother-in-law heaved and groaned above her
flailing head and rammed into her tightly ovalled mouth more violently,
holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band.
The recurring thought that he was screwing into his own wife's sister
triggered it, and his cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed
with a vengeance the hot jets of cum deep into her mouth. Feeling her
gulp automatically, swallowing the sweet pungent male cum hungrily as
though to fill her entire being with the remains of his lust, drove him
onward into his final spasm and he drew his entire rocking frame over
her, plunging his hotly disengorging cock almost perpendicularly down
the gasping girl's throat.

A thin stream of viscous white semen rivuleted down the prone girl's
chin, pooling obscenely on her neck. She continued nibbling gently at
the quickly deflating cock in her mouth as he stroked her hair above,
whispering softly to her as he slowly withdrew.

They lay quietly side by side for a long time. It had happened so
unexpectedly, so spontaneously, Dave thought, that he hadn't had time
to consider the impact of what they had done. Well, this afternoon he
would be flying to Richmond. During the week in Virginia he would try
to put himself in a composed mood and figure out what the consequences
of his adultery with his sister-in-law might be on his relationship
with his his wife. He turned to his side and looked at the girl lying
beside him. She smiled, her face guiltless, her eyes half-closed,
gazing blankly up at the ceiling.

Chapter 5

A moment after Jennifer had come outside and slipped into the front
seat of the large station wagon, Chuck Miller's sports car drew up in
front of the Jackson's ranch style house. In her confused state of
mind, she had hardly noticed when the teenager, dressed in a pair of
jeans and a tee-shirt, had walked up the drive.

"Jenny!" he stood back on the lawn. "Is your sister home?"

She pushed open the station wagon door and nodded slowly. The boy came
up to the car.

"What in hell's the matter?" he exclaimed, looking into her face.
"Jenny, you don't look so good."

She slid to the side of the front seat, gesturing to the boy to sit
down beside her. "I-I don' t know exactly how to say this," she
whimpered as he pushed behind the steering wheel where she had been
sitting. "It's -- oh, Lord, it's too incredible to be true!"

The boy frowned and withdrew his cigarettes from his jeans pockets. He
held up the pack, offering her one, which she took in her shaking hand.
"What's the matter, Ellen sick or something?"

She lit her cigarette from the one he held in his hand. "Oh, Chuck, if
only that were so! No, they...oh, you wouldn't believe what I've seen!"

Her sister's boy friend ran his hand over his face in confusion.
"Believe what!" he said hoarsely. Christ, I can't understand what
you're talking about!"

"Do you know where my brother is? I've got to find Sandy."

"Probably at the club. There's a diving tournament this afternoon." He
moved closer to her.

She felt his knee pressing against her lower thigh, and she pulled away
from him. "I'm all upset. Chuck, please don't come near me like that!"

Miller stopped, frowning.

"In there..." she pointed to the house. "I just saw my own sister and
Dave, just now, I...have to tell...Sandy...he has to help me."

"Maybe I can give you a hand," Miller responded, throwing the girl a
long lascivious look, "but you have to tell me exactly what happened."

Jennifer gulped. "Oh Lord, they were naked, and she had...him...making
Dave hard...and," she moaned, the remembrance filling her with a horrid
dread. "He did terrible things to her."

Miller cleared his throat, beginning to breathe harder. "Look, this is
no place to be. Why don't we go over to my place. You can tell me the
whole story as we drive."

Jennifer nodded limply. Moments later, the long white station wagon was
moving through the almost deserted streets of the suburban Connecticut
town with Chuck Miller at the wheel.

"I-I couldn't believe it. They were like mad people. He chased her, and
threw her down...they went from the pool to our bedroom! She spread her
legs like some slut and begged him to..."

"Fuck'er?"

"Oh God, don't say that vile word, don't say it that way! But no, it
was worse," she leaned her head against the car window, her lips
trembling. "She begged him to kiss her down there, yes...and he did it,
oh, it was awful!"

Miller felt his cock leap up against his jeans. "For Christ sake! She
didn't, my little Ellen, she wouldn't do anything like that," the boy
feigned disbelief.

"I'm sorry, Chuck, I'd forgotten how attached you are to her. But it's 
true!"

The station wagon drew up in front of a large two-story colonial frame
house set back in a grove of tall oaks. The boy stepped out of the car
and went over to Jennifer's side and helped her out.

"Good thing my parents aren't home this week," he said as they walked
up the gravel path. They're on vacation in Vermont, so we have
everything to ourselves."

She smiled weakly and followed him into the spacious living room.

"Sit down on the couch, Jenny, and let me get you a drink," the boy
said, disappearing into the kitchen.

Jennifer Armstrong dropped down on the plush red leather sofa and
withdrew her handkerchief from her purse. She looked at her in face in
the small compact mirror she always carried with her, noting where the
mascara had smeared her eyelids from crying, and she daubed her
handkerchief lightly on her cheeks until the lines came off. She was
glad Miller had asked her to come to his house; in her insane state of
mind there had been no telling what she might have done if she had been
left alone...She felt sorry for him too...although his own private loss
was nowhere near as great as her own, they had both been brought
together by the obscene adultery, which, as far as she knew, was still
going on back at her parent's home.

"I can't believe my girl Ellen doing something like that," Chuck said,
returning from the kitchen with two tall Scotch-and-sodas. "I mean,
she's wild and all that, but she just isn't the kinda girl to mess
around with her sister's husband."

Jennifer raised the glass he handed her to her lips. It seemed strange
accepting a drink from a mere nineteen-year-old, but she was thankful
for the cooling liquid that went down smoothly, relaxing her almost
immediately. "I don't know what I should do," she circled one finger
around the lip of the glass. "Dave leaves for Richmond this afternoon,
but I just don't think I can face him after what's happened."

His eyes narrowed. "It's all simple, real simple," he sat down on the
opposite side of the couch, feeling his penis throb and harden in his
pants as he studied her. "We can't let them get away with it. There has
to be some kind of reprisal."

Jennifer searched his eyes for meaning and was frightened by the
lecherous grin in them. "What...what do you mean?"

"C'mon, Jenny," he said slowly. "For God's sake, whose fool are you,
anyway?"

She felt the insides of her belly turn and a shiver crept the length of
her spine, sending a cold clamminess through her. She realized now that
she had been a fool to come with him to his house; his parents were
away and it gave the boy the perfect opportunity to do to her as he
wished, and he really didn't seem to care whether or not Ellen, his
girl friend and her own sister, was letting her husband do sordid
things to her. No...all that seemed to matter to him now was whether
Jennifer was angry enough to seek a revenge that gave him his own
satisfaction.

"I'm talking about the easiest kind of reprisal," he gloated at her.
"You don't think they'd expect us to sit back and twiddle our goddamn
thumbs while they're having their fun, do you? What do you think your
husband would do if he caught you in the act?"

"That's not the point," she shook her head wearily and finished her
drink. But slowly she was beginning to see that he was right and that
Dave would not only have made sure that he had avenged himself, but
would have attacked whoever she might have been making love to as well.
But this didn't change things. It was entirely different for her to
consider committing adultery with the boy sitting next to her, for even
if she was justified in doing it, she didn't feel she could bring
herself to even touch the teenager who was pushing closer to her on the
couch right now. She turned her face to him, and suddenly he didn't
seem quite as repulsive as he had the day she had first met him. "Two
wrongs don't make a right," she said. "I'm not like Ellen; some slut
you can..."

Her words were broken off as Chuck placed his hand on her leg, and as
she watched his fingers stroke her bare thigh her body jumped and her
heart leapt into her throat. She slid her buttocks against the back of
the couch, pulling away from her sister's boy friend as far as she
could, but still he followed. "I-I think you should stop that, Chuck.
Things are complicated enough, aren't they?"

She squirmed backwards again, her buttocks sliding firmly against the
plush cushions that felt comfortably soft against the bare inner flesh
of her lower thighs. She tightened her legs together, trying to stop
the low flickering warmth of desire that pulsated with a disturbing
insistence. Her entire vaginal area seemed to flower out and moisten
slightly between her tightly pressing thighs, and she reached nervously
for her drink and discovered that she had finished it.

"Get you another?" he stood up and grinned cockily.

Jennifer handed him her empty glass and closed her eyes, hearing him go
into the kitchen again. She could feel the scotch she had already
imbibed going to her head, and it felt warmly soothing to her frayed
nerves that had taken so much shock and excitement that morning and the
past few days. Slowly, she blinked her eyes and for the first time she
examined the living room that was arranged with colonial furniture and
adorned with several large land and seascape paintings. An expensive
looking Persian carpet was spread out on the floor in front of her, and
a large oak-paneled stereo was set back between thick organdy drapes
that gave to the room an air of dignified if luxuriously indulged-in-
good-taste. Yes, her brother had been right, Chuck Miller did come from
money, but it was a mystery to her how he had managed to affect such a
crude appearance and downright crude manners, considering his
background. Once again, she thought it amazing how her sister could
have chosen the sallow-faced boy as a lover, but in view of Ellen's
obscene performance at her home, Jennifer began to question her
sister's sanity and good judgment, not to mention her husband's ability
to conduct himself with even a semblance of moral responsibility.

She was too confused at this point to make any firm decisions about
what she should do about their marriage, but she thanked God that she
and Dave had no children that might suffer through the crisis. Yes, she
thought, divorce was more than a possibility, but the very concept of a
complete separation from Dave, who represented security and even family
was repugnant to her. Jennifer's rigid moralistic upbringing, which had
evidently been spared upon her younger brother and sister, had trained
her to consider divorce as an admission of total failure; adultery was
one thing, but divorce, she believed, represented a complete negation
of the institution of marriage. How old-fashioned and removed from
present-day reality these notions of hers seemed! And yet they held her
in good stead through lesser crises and she relied on them now to carry
her through this period of emotional turmoil.

She jumped as Chuck Miller entered the room unexpectedly. She did not
hear him coming and in the remoteness of her thoughts, she had
forgotten for the moment that she was sitting in his living room
waiting for him to bring more drinks.

"Let me finish this," she said, pointing to her refilled glass, "and
then I'll have to go. Might as well admit that the problem just won't
fade away after a couple of drinks."

"But the booze makes ya feel better, don't it?" he studied her.

She frowned.

"Thought any more about getting even?"

"That's your kind of justice, Mr. Miller. I prefer to handle things in
a civilized fashion."

The boy played with the ice cubes in his drink. "Come off of it,
Jenny," he drew alongside her again, resting the palm of his hand on
her dimpled knee. "There ain't no other kinda justice than this. Just
think about it. Dave sticking his long fat cock between your sister's
lips. Just remember how Ellen looked when the old boy got down between
her legs and run his tongue up and down over that hot little pussy, and
you wanna talk about bein' civilized. Do you call it civilized what
they were doing? Do you think that I like the idea that Ellen let your
old man go down on her?"

"God, you're cruel," Jennifer flinched. "If you really cared for my
sister, you wouldn't be talking like that."

He inched his hand up over her knee, touching her tanned flesh softly,
but she didn't seem to notice. "I care about her, all right, but I know
enough to figure there ain't no other way of making the score even. An
eye for an eye, a woman for a woman..."

She gulped her drink to to the dregs and turned from him. She had begun
trembling, at first in anger she thought, but now it seemed more in a
state of violent sexual excitement. It was difficult to discern whether
what she was feeling was lust or anger now, as the two opposed forces
were so closely related in her mind. The Scotch she had drunk had made
a difference, and the warming liquid coursing through her veins was
gradually destroying all resistance to withhold herself from the boy
who seemed to be maliciously enjoying her slow acquiescence to his
advances. Yes, Chuck Miller was right, even his shamelessness, he
couldn't be more correct, she rationalized, and now her earlier
feelings of revulsion began to evaporate and a stronger emotion took
the place of her previous disgust. It would be what her husband
deserved if she were unfaithful too, and what better way to even the
score, as Chuck called their revenge, then to do it with her own
sister's boy friend who was the opposite of everything -- everything
that the Armstrong's marriage stood for.

"You're thinking, ain't ya?" he twanged in a voice that resembled a
southern drawl. "I'll get us a coupla more drinks and ya can do all the
pouting and mulling ya want."

He disappeared into the kitchen and came out again with the half-empty
liquor bottle and a filled ice bucket. She accepted her third Scotch
and drank from it gratefully, each sip winging her half-shattered will
and conscience farther away and instilling a soft tingling sensation in
her thighs and stomach that pinwheeled around her moistening pubic
mound in a slow burn of desire. They sat silently, Chuck's hand resting
with an uncharacteristic gentleness on her full firm thigh, while she
stared forward into nothingness, taking occasional sips on the Scotch.
Her mind no longer battled with the choice of accepting or rejecting
him, yet hadn't decided what she would do, hoping the decision somehow
would be made of its own accord. I am drunk, she thought, and I don't
even care. By the time I get home Dave will have gone to the airport,
and he will be in Richmond and I won't need to face him. Now, what's
left for me is a matter of two choices, both leading to the same thing:
do I let him do it to me, or do I keep up this game of pretense? It
feels good, his hand on my thigh, yes, I enjoy it, and perhaps I will
let him do it to me, maybe I will let him screw me, and give me the
same pleasure my sister got when Dave licked his tongue between Ellen's
legs.

She set the Scotch glass on the floor, and pressed her hand firmly on
top of his, pulling on his fingers until they rested teasingly just
below the hem of her tight fitting summer shorts. "Yes, Chuck, I know
what you mean," she said without any conscious volition.

Ellen's sister unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged her shoulders. The
flimsy garment fluttered to her waist, and he watched unbelieving as
she pulled it out of the narrow waist-band of her shorts and dropped it
on the carpet.

"Jeeeeeze!" was all he was able to mutter.

He stared with iron fixity at the half-naked seated figure of his girl
friend's sister, the full white flesh of her breasts pressed enticingly
against the egg-shell blue covering of her brassiere. His hand froze to
her thigh, and his mouth slung open in worshipful rapture. "God, you're
beautiful," Miller gasped.

She took his hands in her own and placed them against the full white
mounds of her breasts, pressing his thumbs where her rapidly hardening
nipples poked up against the thin blue brassiere, and kneading his
hands with her fingers until he had picked up the rhythm and continued
squeezing in the salaciously kneading motion. The boy couldn't believe
what was happening -- only a few minutes before she had seemed as cold
and distant to him as a slab of marble, and now, incredibly, her
passion had been unleashed. He watched her as she dipped her head and
looked down at his hands massaging her hugely set breasts that were
still clad in the form fitting blue bra, and he felt his cock stiffen
into rigid hardness when she placed one of her hands on his hip.
"Christ," he groaned.

"Chuck," her lips moistened as her gaze focused on the stiffness poking
up beneath his jeans. "You were talking about reprisal."

"Mmmmmmm, like I said," he intoned, mesmerized, "there ain't nothing
I'd like better to do than that."

The young woman leaned forward and brushed her full lips against his
cheek. "And...what are you going to do to me, Chuck," she whispered in
a vengeful tone.

"Christ, I'm gonna fuck ya, that's what I'm gonna do!" his heart turned
over in his chest. Goddamn, this was strange, Ellen's sister was a
regular prick tease, Miller thought in mounting excitement, she just
needed a little warming up with some of that booze and now she's as hot
as a goddamn bitch in heat. He received the caress of her lips on his
own with a thrust of his wet tongue into her mouth, and she splurged
her tongue back, playing sassily with it against his lips until he drew
away and groaned.

Suddenly, she stood up from the couch and said, "This is what you
brought me over here for, isn't it, Miller?" her breasts heaved gently.
"You knew what Ellen was doing with my husband before you came up to
the house, isn't that right?"

The boy's face whitened. "I don't know what you're talking about," he
sneered, frightened at her change of mood. Standing before him, angry
as she was, she exhuded a fearsome sensuality that sent a shiver of
apprehension through his stomach. "It's your goddamn husband who
started all of this, and after all, Ellen is your sister."

Her eyes flamed at him, and suddenly Miller wondered who was seducing
whom; evidently the shock of seeing her husband and her own sister
engaged in lewd oral love-making had pushed the young woman across the
brink, and she had become bent on obtaining her literal pound of flesh
in retribution for the adulterous act. In her rage she was truly a
voluptuous creature, more lovely and sensuously alive than he had ever
seen her before, and he felt drawn toward his girl friend's sister as
though some fierce suction were pulling him off the couch. He struggled
to his feet and faced her, reaching out at her smoothly curving form,
but she slipped from his grasp.

"Damn you, what in hell are you trying to do?" he shouted.

She panted, standing inches from him, unsurprised at his anger.
Revenge, Chuck," her glimmering hazel eyes sharpened. "But I want to do
it my way." She looked down from his face to the lewd bulge in his
pants, then said, "Where's the bedroom? Don't you think it'd be nice if
we went in there?"

He turned to the stairway that rose on the right of the living room,
and the girl reached down and picked up her blouse that had been thrown
onto the carpet and folded it in her hands, setting it down on the
couch. Then she turned from him and climbed the stairs to the second
floor of the house. She looked down and watched the boy following,
laughing aloud at the look of befuddlement he gave her.

He directed her to a room at the far end of the long half-darkened
hallway. "There ain't nobody gonna disturb us in there," he said.

She went into the room and dropped onto the boy's bed and smiled with a
forced politeness when he apologized for forgetting the bottle of
Scotch and ice-bucket he had left in the living room. Then he
disappeared again down the stairs. The boy's room was plastered with
large posters of pop singers and psychedelic prints; directly in front
of the bed hung a color blow-up of a naked woman with large swollen
breasts and a man, both of whom were fondling each other's genitals.
God, the picture was obscene, Jennifer thought, and she wondered how
the boy's parents would permit such things as she stared in disbelief
at the monstrous erection the woman held in her hands. She turned away
from the poster in disgust, and looked at the collection of books set
in an end-table to the side of the bed. One book entitled, Doubles and
Triple caught her attention, and she withdrew it from the shelf and
opened its cover.

She listened for signs of Miller returning, but she heard him in the
bathroom down the hall, so she opened to the first pages. A caption
read, Suck Him Off, and she realized with an abrupt shock that she was
looking at pornography! The picture beside the caption showed a woman's
face, her mouth in a strained circle around a man's hardened penis, and
she was suddenly reminded of what she had seen Chuck and her sister
doing that second fateful night at her parents' home, but here she
could see everything in stark detail. The woman's mouth was stretched
so wide she wondered how she kept from choking on the enormous shaft.
It was huge and her lips were locked on it as though they would never
let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through her as she pondered its
size. It was much bigger than her husband Dave's and she wondered what
it might be like to have something that big between her thighs. She
flipped the page guiltily and gasped as it proved to be just the
opposite. Kissing Her Pussy, the caption read in bold-faced print, and
the same woman was seated on a couch with her feet flat on the floor
and her legs spread wide apart, just as Jennifer had seen her sister
and Dave doing earlier that morning. Now, she had a chance to study
that classic position carefully, without fear or anger, and she felt
her soft vaginal lips throbbing moistly as she examined the figure of
the man kneeling up between the woman's thighs, his tongue curling
lewdly into the glistening mound of her wide-spread cunt: She turned
the page, and this time she jerked up in shock: the same woman was
being taken by two men at once. The caption read, Two Cocks Are Better
Than One, and the woman's lips sucked on the huge organ of the man who
had been licking her in the earlier photograph; she crouched on the
floor with his loins bent upwards to her face, while another man
mounted her from behind, thrusting the entire length of his hardness
through her fully uptilted buttocks and into her wide-spread cunt.
Jennifer flicked through the pages, coming on one picture after
another, each more obscene than the preceding and each more explicitly
provocative. The final pages showed scenes of anonymous couplings, one
woman being skewered into by three men at once, or a man thrust on top
of a full-breasted girl while his face burrowed into the obscenely
spread legs of another lust-incited young woman.

The last page of the book was outrageously obscene, and she felt a
mixture of repulsion and lewd fascination at the sight of a black
German Shepard lunging his bestial penis into the haunches of the same
girl who had been in the earlier photographs. In her rapt attention,
Jennifer did not hear Chuck re-enter, and she gave a start when he sat
down beside her on the bed, setting the ice-bucket and two glasses on
the end table.

"Christ, I caught ya red-handed," he sneered, and poured two drinks.

"They certainly are interesting," she managed. "But they are also
dreadfully obscene, Mr. Miller."

She raised her drink to her lips, breathing in the aroma of the
conscience-killing alcohol, then gulped, not liking the taste, as she
never had, but welcoming its effects. The sensation that had begun up
between her legs a few minutes before when she had opened the book had
grown more intense, and she wondered whether the boy had noticed how
aroused she had become. She leaned back, propping her head on the
pillow with her long delicately tapering legs spread out on the bed
behind him, and lit a cigarette, dragging deeply and exhaling the smoke
slowly. "Here we are, two naughty children," she smiled seductively at
him, "looking at dirty pictures."

"The hell we are," he returned her lewd smile, and stretched his body
out alongside Jennifer's, snaking his arm around her bare shoulders.
Her own interest in reprisal dimmed momentarily when she realized that
what she was about to do was no mere fantasy that one dreams about or
looks at in obscene picture books, but was as real as Chuck Miller's
hand that reached over her shoulder and played with the top of her
brassiere and the top of the smooth rounded spheres of her breasts. She
had let him touch them downstairs, but then it had seemed almost like
play-acting, even though she had felt the first pulsings of desire
tingling warmly through the tips of her breasts; now, she stiffened as
his hand pushed between her brassiere and the full white flesh sliding
slowly down underneath her brassiere across her naked skin until his
fingers touched her nipple. She could feel the little bud harden as he
gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at it gently,
causing a warm rippling sensation to palpitate through the softly
rounded underside of her excitedly quivering breast. Yes, she was glad
she had had the Scotch as her senses were dulled enough to let him go
through with it. Things had gone too far to turn back now, and she
cursed herself for her brazenness of a short while before.

Miller had known the moment his girl friend's sister had suggested they
go to his bedroom that the battle was won. She was a goddamn prick
tease, all right, but she really hadn't been aware that he was playing
for keeps and that it had been his attention to bring her to the point
where she had no choice and would be forced to submit herself to him.
Her toying with him had surprised the teenager a little, but now he
knew she had only been testing him; he would show her how much he could
be tried and manipulated, he thought as he moved his other hand down,
placing it on the flat plane of her softly heaving abdomen. He was
going to fuck this bitch of a sister and there was nothing she could or
would do to stop him. He congratulated himself on feeding her the
drinks beforehand and he smiled at her as he lifted his hand lying on
her belly and placed over the fly of his jeans.

The sharp metallic sound of the zipper being undone startled the girl,
and he watched her face carefully as he drew out the monstrous shaft of
his lust-hardened cock and waved it obscenely in front of her. He
gloated at the look she gave his angry red penis, knowing that she had
never seen a cock so large. It stood straight up in the air, pulsating
before the trembling young wife, looking like a giant oak growing up
through the black underbrush of his pubic hair pushing out lushly
around his rigid male stiffness, and with one hand he stroked the
foreskin back and forth over the rapidly expanding head. It grew
jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the
thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the amazement in her face
as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his thickly burgeoning
cock. His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her
eyes. It would be more fun this time than it had been when he had
screwed her slut of a sister for the first time a year ago...now he
would have the depraved satisfaction of knowing that he was having the
blood relation of the nymphet Ellen who was probably sucking on the
husband's hot prick right now!

His hand resting on her breast went to the back of her bra, and he
unsnapped the halter, and of her own volition Jennifer did the rest.
She pulled the tightly cupping cotton fabric away, exposing the widely-
spaced breasts that swayed slightly in front of his unblinking eyes.
His lust increased and the palpitating length of his cock jerked up in
increased arousal, as he took in the voluptuously pear-shaped breasts
and their tiny nipples standing up in proud erection before him.
Without further ado, he pulled off his tee-shirt and jeans and dropped
them onto the floor; to his surprise, her hand lit firmly on the 
waistband of his jockey shorts, and she pulled them slowly down over
his knees, and, sitting up in a squatting position wrapped her arms
warmly around his thin frame.

"Uggh," he groaned, and thrust her onto her back once again. His hands
slid immediately to her shorts, the girl's last remnant of clothing,
and he rested his fingers on the top of the seam just above the mound
of her cunt for a moment, then unzipped the side zipper, and jerked the
tight material down over the traitorously quivering softness of her
thighs, gazing with bulging lust-glazed eyes at the "vee" of her loins
clad in only a pair of nearly transparent white panties. Then he pushed
the shorts down to her feet, and pressing his lean body next to her
large smoothly upturned breasts, laid the palm of his hand on the
girl's soft pubic mound, feeling her warmth and wetness almost
breathing from beneath the silky soft fabric. His fingers touched
tentatively at the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. Then he
slowly wormed his forefinger beneath the clasp, sliding his hand across
her soft-curled pussy, feeling her squirm slightly as his fingertips
came to rest on the warmly moistening lips of the girl's cunt.

Automatically, Ellen's sister spread her legs, opening up her inner
thighs to his lewdly probing touch. She felt as though she were another
person standing back and watching herself and the strange boy who was
now tenderly pulling her tightly clasping panties down over her spread
legs. The hot afternoon air wafted across the wetly glistening lips of
her vagina, sending a salacious ripple of anticipation through her as
Chuck knelt over Jennifer's invitingly reclining form on the bed,
parting the sensitive lips of her cunt and slipping his middle finger
gently up into its warm moistness.

"Oh, Lord," she gasped, staring into tiny motes of dust hanging
suspended in a shaft of summer sunlight shining in through the open
window. Soft tremors of awakening lust and desire surged through her
naked and exposed body, and she shuddered as he continued to probe his
finger tenderly into the moistly dilating folds of her cunt. Above her,
the two naked figures in the poster on the wall seemed to be
masturbating themselves in response to her seduction, and she looked
fondly at the photograph of the man's cock, knowing that Chuck Miller
had one just as large.

Again she felt as though her consciousness had departed from her body
and she was witnessing her surrender to Miller's adulterous advances
from the point of view of the figures in the large blow-up. At the same
time the sensual side of her being began to react uncontrollably to the
boy's fingers fondling her dully throbbing cunt, and the cause of her
supplication to him became obscured by the racing pleasure that
completely enveloped her squirming body. Yet one last vestige of
resistance struggled to assert itself, and she pushed up her thighs,
clamping his hand within their grip. "Oh, don't tease me like
that...Chuck, please don't."

"God, but I want to fuck you!" he murmured, and his mouth encased one
of her passion-stiffened nipples, and he began to suck, drawing on it
like a child after milk. Jennifer thought her body was on fire, and she
began to wrench her hips against his finger, circling lewdly over the
erect little bud of her clitoris. She wrapped her arms around his neck
and drew his face over to her own, planting warm wet kisses on lust-
contorted mouth.

"Ooooooh, yes, oooh," she whimpered helplessly as he continued. "Oh,
Christ, yessss, touch my clit, make it feel goooood!

She looked down from her splayed-out position beside him and once more
gazed in limp amazement at the entire length of his enormous cock. Even
as she felt the devouring sensations of pleasure rippling through her
warmly spread vaginal lips and the wetly sucking probings of his lips
and tongue on her hotly tingling nipples, she experienced an
instinctive dread at the sight of his fleshy hardness. She gave a 
slight shudder of apprehension when he levered himself above her, his
thin emaciated body moving rhythmically up over the white flat plane of
her belly, seeming to glue itself to hers like a spider-web from which
there was no relief.

"Please don't," she groaned. "Oh, Chuck, I think you're too big!"

She attempted to pull away, but his body pinned her to the mattress.
She pressed her thighs together, trying to hold back the squirming body
trying to lodge itself between them, and at the same time not wanting
to release herself from the ecstasy of his fingers still playing lewdly
in tiny lust-inciting circles over the hardened pleasure bud of her
clitoris. She could feel the wetness of the hard thick rod sliding in
its own lubricating fluid against the soft inner hollows of her thighs.
Chuck's head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, and she
felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the
lobe of her ear. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth
legs, attempting to dislodge the painful teeth, her mind startled at
the sudden sadism of the Miller boy. His body sank triumphantly between
her openly wide-splayed legs, the huge bulbous head of his cock
pressing teasingly against her softly flowering cuntal lips. The hungry
head throbbed down between the tightly clenched cheeks of her full
white buttocks. His knees held her thighs sadistically wide apart.

Her dazed mind gave one last thought to her husband Dave and what he
might do if he found out what she was submitting to with her own
sister's boy friend, but then she recalled what she had seen him do
only a few short hours before, and her resistance shattered. Yes, there
was pain, there was humiliation, she thought, but she could not make it
go away now, as she had been the one to encourage the seduction in the
first place, a seduction that was swiftly transforming itself into an
insane rape of her helplessly resisting body.

The ceiling whirled above her head and the dust motes became
microscopic stars floating above her face, until they too were suddenly
blotted out by the Miller boy's leering face moving over hers, the
mocking eyes laughing at her glazed look of defeat and hopeless
acceptance of his victory. His pelvis began a slow grinding motion
against her outer cuntal lips, rubbing the warm swollen pussy mound and
prodding gently at the moist pink slit of her cunt. The huge rubbery
head traced a sticky wet path up and down the length of Jennifer's
wetly glistening pussy slit, pressing gently against it until the full
fleshy folds parted slightly and rubbed tantalizingly against his hotly
throbbing shaft. Miller ground slowly, still withholding himself from
immediately plunging up into her helplessly trapped cunt, watching the
changing expression on the face beneath his own. He could feel her body
begin to squirm beneath him, and he knew that she was his...he had
planned this moment from the day he had met Ellen's sister. He had
known that his girl friend would seduce Jennifer's husband on that
morning and had appeared at the house just in time to make the best of
her agony. Her rejection of him that first day only served to make his
satisfaction in seducing the bitch all the more complete; she had
rejected him, had shown how obviously repulsive he had appeared to
her...and now he was making her squirm! Soon he's have her begging to
be fucked. All she had needed, he gloated, was some kind of spark to
ignite the fire that lay perhaps beyond the grasp of her own husband.
But he was patient in his probings and he knew that his strange
attraction came from his very repulsiveness, and that Jennifer, like
her sister Ellen, had been excited by his bestiality as though it had
struck some darker animal side of her nature.

Jennifer felt as though she were suffocating. Her long smooth legs and
the tautness of her buttocks were pressed tightly into the mattress.
The rubbery length of his lust-engorged cock pushed up and down over
the warm sensitive flesh of her softly palpitating pussy, bringing lewd
little pulsings of electric sensation quivering along the surface of
her nakedly exposed cuntal lips.

"Put it in your hand," he commanded, guiding her hand down between
their pressed thighs so that her fingers rested at the thick base of
his rigidly erect penis.

"No, please, I can't," she moaned, trying to pull away. But his fingers
seized her again, pinching brutally around her slender wrist.

"Take it," he ordered, "go on and put it in."

"Oh, God," she groaned once more as her hand tightened around his hotly
throbbing length. Fear welled up through her as she knew from her first
touch the true enormity of his desire-swollen penis.

"Go on..." he snapped, lowering his hips so that the hugely pulsing
cock-head lurched obscenely just below her softly moistening vaginal
opening. "Put it in now!"

She gasped as she guided the hard flesh shaft to the tiny flinching
entrance to her vagina, using the hot turgid head to part her nakedly
pulsating pussy lips and the electrifying contact sent shivers of
further pleasure coursing wildly through her. She dared not move as he
thrust up against her, the viciously stretching pressure as he began
his violation causing sharp pain.

"Ugh, ooooooh," she gasped.

He lurched again, the thickly ponderous cock-head forcing its agonizing
way up into her tightly clasping opening. "Oooooh, I-I can't stand it,"
she cried. "Please, oh God, no mooooore..."

Miller continued the cruel impalement, his heavily blood-engorged rod
slowly worming centimeter by centimeter deep up into her futilely
tightening cuntal passage.

Jennifer could feel every wrinkle and striation of his lustfully
swelling man-flesh as her sister's boy friend pressed slowly upward
into her warmly tingling vagina, drawing her cunt walls moistly apart
with each firm thrust he made up into her. For a moment he lay still,
then he flexed his penis and lurched deeper into the girl's nakedly
trembling belly.

"Arrg," she groaned helplessly, but then her tightly constricted pussy
began to grow accustomed to the barbaric invasion and her whimpers of
pain began to change to low mewls of pleasure. Miller began to rotate
his hips, undulating his buttocks in a sensuously ovalling pattern and
skewering his hotly pulsating cock deeper and deeper through her
clasping vaginal walls until he could feel its tip nudge against the
cushiony base of her cervix. He rocked above her, the palms of his
hands resting on either side of her lasciviously jostling breasts,
giving momentum to his long smooth strokes by levering up for a moment
on his knees between her lewdly wide-spread legs. Christ! This was too
good to be true, he thought, feeling the girl respond to his smoothly
thrusting strokes with a slight involuntary motion of her own. He
looked down into her face, her eyes closed and her mouth contorting
sensually with each plundering jerk his cock made up between her legs.
She was a picture of lust-provoking sensuality with her blonde hair
cascading softly across her lushly swaying breasts, and her lips
moistened and opened slightly, her apple-pink cheeks now a deep rose-
hued red from her excitement. The young woman's pussy grasped his semen
bloated penis as though it were a hungrily sucking mouth, clasping and
unclasping warmly around its throbbing length and drawing it up into
her, deeper and deeper until he thought he would lunge into her
stomach.

"Oooooh, yes," she panted into his ear, raising her head until her
mouth came into warm wet contact with his lips. He opened his mouth and
received the length of her tongue between his lips. Good God, he
gloated to himself, now he had unleashed it! He jerked forward in
passionate disbelief when he felt her thighs stretch out and her heels
hook behind his knees, while her hands pulled his face closer to her
mouth, mashing flesh on trembling flesh, lips sucking wildly on lips,
accepting his deep tongue-thrust into her mouth as though it was his
cock fucking into her throat. She began moving her lust-hungry cunt in
response to his rapidly plunging strokes, screwing it up and down in a
mounting frenzy while she clenched her feet more firmly into his lower
thighs, forcing him to thrust into her harder and harder.

Wet sluicing sounds reverberated through the boy's bedroom, echoing in
Ellen's sister's ears like lewd applause for her wanton abandonment.
There was nothing now for her except the viciously pummeling cock that
increased the momentum of its thrust with each stroke and counter-
stroke it made in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. Morals and pride
had been thrown to the wind, for this was all that was real, all that
ever would be real. This boy -- no, this depraved semblance of a youth
-- knew how to fuck good! So very good!

Never in all her years had Jennifer had it like this, and she thought
of her husband Dave's luke-warm love-making with a kind of disgust as
she recognized the animal nature of sex, and the dark bestial side of
fucking, yes, that's what they called it, of making insane inhuman
love, which she knew now was what this debauched act of copulation was
all about. Reading her thoughts, Chuck Miller's gravely voice suddenly
demanded, "Say it, baby, tell me what you want me to do to you!"

"Do it, do it!" she quivered in senseless abandon.

"Do what?" he panted, stopping momentarily.

"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck meee!"

The realization of her change and the emblazing reality of the foul
words she had craved in the depths of desire to spit out lewdly,
electrified a shuddering burst of lust from deep in her passion-infused
body, and she groaned and caught her breath. At the same time, Miller
seized her buttocks in his thin powerful hands and pulled her smoothly
working ass-cheeks tighter to his hotly surging loins. Her legs
trembled on either side of his cruelly impaling cock, opening and
closing spasmodically to his relentlessly plunging fucks up into her
quivering pussy. "Uh, uh, ugh!" she breathed with each mercilessly
pounding thrust, struggling with her breathing as the violent battering
she was taking made her gasp and cough.

She could feel the sperm-inflated sac of his balls slapping lewdly
against her full upturned buttocks, and this drove the girl onward into
greater spasms of obscene rapture. Swish, swish, swish the lewd sluices
of his hotly impaling hardness resounded as his lust-hardened cock
rippled wetly through her warmly clasping opening and withdrew. She
felt as though her entire body were being torn in half by the monstrous
fleshy sword embedded deep in her moistly clinging cunt. The fiery
plunging poker felt like it was coming all the way up into her throat
as its nearly bursting head thrust hard against her cervix, buffeting
her head violently back against the pillow behind her.

"Oh, yes, you bastard, screw me like you do my sister!" the words
suddenly came pouring in a violent, almost incestuous, admission of her
lust.

She pushed her hands down between their tensely straining thighs,
fondling his testicles that bounced rhythmically below the sucking
mouth of her cunt with her fingertips, exploring the fleshy folds of
the ballooning sac with a tenderness that contrasted obscenely with the
insane buffeting of his pile-driving cock.

Ellen's boy friend seemed to ignite at the lewd pressure of Jennifer's
fingers pressing softly on his sperm-filled balls and he gave a deep
agonized groan, He could not believe that this was happening to him,
that he could have brought forth such passion from this cold, statue-
like creature! He levered up over her and stayed immobile for a moment,
his knees pressed down into the mattress, and he let her wildly
quivering body pump up and down at will on his rigid piston that fused
them together.

Looking down between their lewdly working bodies, he could see his
cock's slow withdrawal from between her legs, pulling the thin soft
ridges of pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down on the
mattress, and then he watched his own rigid entry pushing the soft
pussy folds back up into her, and the moist shiny length was swallowed
whole back into the salaciously gulping opening. Below the embedded
shaft of his cock he could see her fingers, moistened from her own
lust-juices, working the sac of his balls, playing teasingly with the
velvety hair-covered folds as though she were gently milking the sperm-
inflated sac into the throbbing shaft of his cock. He let her strain
below him for awhile, watching the utter abandon of her labors, a half-
crazed smile playing across the girl's lips. Her smoothly rotating
rhythms became faster by the moment, the rush of her jerkings up on him
more urgent. As though to spur her on into a wilder frenzy, he slid one
of hands clasping the full half-moons of her buttocks up until his
middle finger touched the tiny puckering ring of her anus. The sudden
contact made Jennifer jerk up startled for a moment, but as she grew
accustomed to the gently prodding probe, she relaxed back into the
sensuously gyrating rhythm. Then, without warning, he plunged his
middle finger in all the way to the first knuckle.

"Aaaaarg!" she groaned, the strange stiff intrusion worming viciously
into her nether passage. She could feel the boy's finger pushing almost
brutally against the warm rubbery walls of her tightly flexing ass-
hole, thrusting hotly through the spongy depths now up to his second
knuckle. "OOOOOooh, oh God," she panted, heaving forward into his penis
that had begun its final flaming assault into her cock-ravaged cock,
skewering smoothly up into her like a scepter sliding into its well-
oiled sheath. Then as her anal passage became used to the unnatural
invasion, the painful sensation slowly subsided, to be gradually
replaced by a hot electrifying surge of pleasure-pain. She found
herself pushing warmly back onto his lewdly thrusting middle finger,
and trying to skewer the rotating finger to the hilt, shoving back
against it at the same time she strained to absorb his relentlessly
pinioning cock deep, deep up into her eagerly yielding belly.

"Oooooh, Chuck, fuck me, yes...ugh...yes, use your finger in my ass-
hole like that, fuck me, do it to meeee!"

Nothing mattered now nor had mattered for quite some time to Jennifer
Armstrong, the girl who mewled helplessly beneath her sister's boy
friend, except the overwhelming need to drive out the bestial passion
that flamed through her entire body. Something inhuman and animalistic
had been brought out in her in the last few hours, and she had been
unable to think of anything save the obscene luxury of being totally
degraded and debauched by this foul teenager who leered and poked at
her with his finger and wildly rummaging cock, nipping at her tingling
nipples with his teeth and panting unspeakable obscenIties into her
ears. Yes, this had been what she needed, she was realizing as her body
drifted on an inexorable wave of conscience destroying lust. And now
all the defiled young wife wanted was to cum, to have the final
satisfaction of his hot milky semen drenching the obscenely milking
walls of her pussy and flooding her womb to the bursting point. And
yes, she could feel it coming now as she quickened her lewd grinding
motions beneath him, sensing the length of his rapidly pounding cock
grow thicker and wider still as he too approached his dreadful climax.
The lust-juices of her vagina were continuing to flow and she could
hear the moist sucking sound of the two organs enmeshed in salacious
copulation and she could feel the ridges of his blood-filled cock
drawing back on her moistly clasping channel as he jerked rapidly in
and out of her.

And I had thought that I knew what it meant to make love, and now I
know that it is more than making love, it is fucking and sucking and
having a man's cock plunging like the prick of a mad stallion plunging
up into my cunt; yes, she thought in her delirium, it is the feel of
his fingers, the way my sister felt that night on the grass, fucking my
ass, and his crazy screwing that makes me want to die a thousand times,
that makes me not only want to screw him but to suck his cock and drink
his sticky cum until I choke...Oh yes, OH GOD THIS FEELS TOO GOOOOOD!
He feels so fine the way he fucks into me like that, never stopping as
he screws me with his finger which is like another cock and his tongue
an obscene animal-prick inside my mouth.

Miller wormed his middle finger all the way up to his palm inside her
anus, feeling his shaft through the thin wall separating her vagina and
her rectum, and she screwed beneath him, writhing in total abandon like
a bitch in heat up and down over his thickly distended cock. He could
hear her breath coming in hot wet gasps, and this drove him on into a
wilder frenzy. He ran his hands down from the smooth hollowing cheeks
of her ass to her thighs and between them to the soft, passion-soaked
pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the lewdly clinging lips of
flesh which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery
mouth running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split
crevice of her ass.

Her body was slippery from the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous
body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the pillow
beneath her. Her mouth was open in ecstatic abandon; she had become
something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her
legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.

"Oh, oh deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she crooned, coughing as
though she were nearing suffocation. She was approaching her final
expiration, the flickering flames of orgasmic fury, building deep in
her grinding loins, and she swung her soft, wildly trembling thighs up
and out and wound them sensuously around his arched back, waving her
buttocks in insane abandon from side to side and gyrating her cunt up
and down wildly on his frantically plunging cock.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she screamed suddenly with a squealing gasp
of intense passion and clenched her ankles in a death grip over his
squirming back. At the same time she felt his middle finger plunge and
rotate lewdly in her ass-hole, skewering its tip obscenely as his hand
pressed harder up against her spasmodically gyrating buttocks. Her body
arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking
around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid
out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice
of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped harder into her tiny
puckered anus, and moistened the boy's hand as he continued fucking her
with his middle finger from behind.

The wildness of Jennifer's orgasm had begun a trembling aching pressure
deep within his sperm-bloated balls, and he seized the cheeks of her
still rotating ass and squeezed and skewered his middle finger in and
out of her madly sucking anus, feeling her tremble as gulping gasps of
his liberated passion started heaving up from his throat.

"Christ, oh fuck!" he gasped, and he moaned and intensified the
strength of his strokes so that his pelvis slapped like a wooden paddle
viciously against the ragged pink flanges of her pussy and his hotly
stiffening penis dipped deep down into the far hidden recesses of her
nakedly squirming belly.

Miller sensed himself cumming and, throwing his hands down below her
bended knees, shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and
ground himself as far down between them into her openly yielding cunt
as he could go, bringing mewls of residual lust from her mouth still
locked moistly to his. Her hands still clasped him in their death-like
grip, and he could feel the aching pressure in his balls becoming
unbearable.

He could wait no longer, he had to cum now or he would die!

He plunged his tongue deep into the soft moistness of her mouth, felt
the exploding deep inside his unbearably tight balls, and could hear
her supplicant cries and the tightening of her arms around his
tightened neck, and then, with a deep and soul-shattering moan that
poured wetly into her gasping mouth, he burst inside of her, shooting
his hot liquid cum down down into the liquid depths of her hungrily,
desperately sucking womb.

Silence. Minutes passed; it seemed like hours to Jennifer as slowly her
tortured consciousness made its long trek up from the depths of her
depravity up into an awareness of what she had just done. It seemed
forever that they had lain locked in their lewd embrace, then it had
been only minutes, but then he had rolled off her perspiration-soaked
body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of her orgasm.

As though in a dream, she rose from the bed and began to retrieve her
brassiere and panties. She gazed down at the dozing figure of the boy.
Then she thought of her husband, and wondered in he had left the house
for the airport -- hoping that he had called a taxi when she hadn't
arrived.