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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
Blackmailed Sister-in-law
Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his
lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved
certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then,
activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It
was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didn't know was that
his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met. Would
he find out? Only if she didn't pay the blackmailer.
Chapter 1
When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no
premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at
her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young woman's
spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sarah
dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day's mail. The
voluptuous brunette felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope
addressed to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just some ad, she thought,
placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.
It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled
out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sarah's hand flew to her
mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a
captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.
DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read.
THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME
AGAIN!
A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the
photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sarah had hoped,
desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove
into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always
been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten
her happiness. As Sarah lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for
she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had
tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of
all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Mike and their precious
daughter Jill.
Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. "My sweet
Sarah," he often whispered as he held her close. "I'm the luckiest guy in
the world to have a wonderful wife like you!"
Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a wave of guilt
ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband
imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that
her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike would be hopelessly
disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in
such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were
married! Sarah had agonized countless times over the possibility of
Mike's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that
fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same
frightening answer.
"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand
clutching her constricted throat. "And take my darling Jill away from me,
declare me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring made
Sarah's lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her
husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sarah's whole world
now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her
mother's death five years before. Sarah had not really begun to live
until she met Mike. The four years of their marriage, despite its
problems, had been the happiest Sarah had ever known. And little Jill was
the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt
her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her
shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.
Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she
stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Mike. Who
had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret
that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had
needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother's
lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts
in front of a camera.
Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had
no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to
cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's illness. When
she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sarah was told
that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-
catching figure was far too voluptuous.
Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement for a
photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad
stated. Sarah answered the ad eagerfy. When she heard how well the job
paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her
that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine
that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's pain was so expensive that
Sarah worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled.
There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her
mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing this lucrative modeling job
was the perfect answer to her financial problems.
It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before
the camera, that Sarah discovered just what type of modeling the job
entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The
things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she
remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had
just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory
tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out
of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the
agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sarah
knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the
matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could
get it. I'll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove
her clothing. And no one need ever know!
That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a
few months after Sarah had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her
mother died, Sarah quit her extra job immediately. With her mother's
insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering
medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of
her mind, Sarah never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not
proud of what she had done, but Sarah knew that it had been unavoidable.
She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time,
because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her
beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sarah had earned
from her secret and sordid job. It's all in the past now, Sarah tried to
tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And
no one need ever know!
Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he more than
compensated for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time of her
mother's terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became
husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sarah
finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Mike treated
her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a
woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.
The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual
fulfillment. Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband
extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage
bed. Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or
adventuresome. He treated Sarah like some fragile china doll, and somehow
Sarah longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful
thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself thinking, longingly, about
some of the lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in during her brief,
secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers
to her, but still, Sarah recalled with ripples of both excitement and
shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to
portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sarah did as she was told.
Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she
secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.
I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with
shame.
Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were
married. If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough for
me? she often wondered. Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she
would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking.
Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just
once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly and savagely pound his
big pole of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp with
both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the
same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic
sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of
remaining silent while they made love.
Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she
suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been rammed
in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for
the male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the feel of their
warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck
cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and
hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sarah did not have
to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The
lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot
juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male
partners fucked her with gusto, cramming their merciless rods into her
heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sarah had learned a great
deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about
herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.
She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would put
a stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be
the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had
proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached a climax
when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere
mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned for
so much more!
The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely
brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same
fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she
loved always came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike of her
unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want
to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as
his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced that Mike
preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the
role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she
remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret
cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick
hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she
used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt.
Then, Sarah would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of
plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the
gusto she wished Mike would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and
only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the
way she did not dare cry out with her husband.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she
masturbated with vigor. "Harder, deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to the
forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. "Fuck my cunt!" she'd
cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly
wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the
place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's
frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment
of her lusty sexual appetite.
Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of
herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in
her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the
anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this
blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?
Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer.
She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole
beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental
medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small
personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to
grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't make that kind of money. Although
they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop,
it required careful budgeting.
How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her
bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sarah did not know the
answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar
photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely brunette knew
that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband
from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on
borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Mike had
come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now
at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who
possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!
As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became
aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her
trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her.
Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples
of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sarah naked
and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious
expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched
mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked her full lips as she gazed at the
photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive
oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she
sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah recalled the unmatched
bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue ... and her
mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking,
well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the
lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his
rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.
Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed
harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy
fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew
dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a
kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the
camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her
arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely
outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing
her sensitive cuntal lips.
Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at
the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on
licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they
had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her partner's head
and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to
make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she
remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue
back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her
hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.
Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she had
ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the
cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The
thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between
her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted brunette with revulsion.
That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against
her lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she had gasped, how her
bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling
sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with
pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameraman
had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress
or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned
for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the
ensuing lewd acts.
How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's tongue between
her open legs. So many times when Sarah had had to bite her lip to keep
from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-
hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and
disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the
sweet and innocent young wife.
The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was either at nursery
school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so
that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly
parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would
work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes
filling the empty room, the lovely brunette pretended that it was her
husband's tongue making those delicious slurping sounds. She would let
her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just
short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her
parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again,
she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand
away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her
fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. "Eat me, eat
my cunt!" she'd scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she
bucked up and down in wild abandon.
Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle
dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft
moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-
looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he
sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love.
Her naked partner had his hands on Sarah's pale moons, and the sexually
aroused brunette recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift
her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft,
ramming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sarah could tell by
the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as
her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now
rose into twin points beneath her sweater as she relived the glorious
carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the
woman-astride position was one of Sarah's favorite poses, for her
partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick
canal.
She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this way. Her
husband's enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sarah often
fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her
legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Mike's prick would drive
me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she
stared at the photograph she'd posed for years before. Instead, however,
Sarah had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top
position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering,
she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while
in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high
into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.
"Oh fuck, fuck!" she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic
sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading her
milky channel of love.
Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked at
the final photograph. Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and her
breathing was hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her thighs
as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool. The naked man
behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples of her dangling
tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into her uplifted
vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual lips, Sarah
remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good it had felt to be fucked
from the rear. She recalled how her partner's big testicles had slapped
her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his punishing fingers had
twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he bore into her with
strength and determination. She saw the ecstatic look on her face and
knew that the expression she wore was a mere reflection of her carnal
pleasure.
There were countless times, during their four years of marriage, that
Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to make her bend over the side of their
bed so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling
sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient. She loved
being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured deliciously,
while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But Mike
never forced himself upon her in that manner. Instead, Sarah waited until
she was alone. Then she would bend over the bed and shove the plastic
vibrator deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe that it was
the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out of her oily slot.
Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her
lovely body pounded with need. Tense from both apprehension and desire,
the voluptuous brunette wished fervently that things were different
between herself and her husband, that their physical relationship was more
earthy and candid. Then she would feel free to phone Mike at the
television repair shop and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex
break. How comforting it would be to find release in her husband's arms at
a moment like this. But Sarah felt certain that Mike would be appalled at
such a bold suggestion from his wife ... especially when it came in the
middle of the morning!
No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her
dresser drawer for just such occasions. Her luscious body burning with
need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of herself
into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the
dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie drawer to
remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her skirt and tugged
at her panties, quickly stepping out of them. Breathing hard, she lay
down on the bed with her skirt shoved up around her slender waist while
she spread her stockinged legs far apart. The black of her garters stood
out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of the pale, smooth
thighs above her nylon stockings.
She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet
folds of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid photos.
She held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all
the obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt the warmth of
her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her creamy aperture to trickle
down the softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy close to her
steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos increased her excitement
and her split thighs trembled in hot anticipation as she brought the
vibrator forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip touched her
sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as the end of the
vibrator slickly found its way into her throbbing vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button on so that the
penislike apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into her
spongy canal. Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she
gently shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the
strength and tempo of her movements. "Oh fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned,
her hips rising in heated response as she pretended it was a real live
prick sliding in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust
fanned by the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she pushed the
pseudo-prick in with gusto, feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb.
A hot burst of pain shot through her, quickly followed by waves of searing
pleasure. "Deeper, harder!" she cried, her hips whirling in excited
little circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her creamy
aperture. The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her arousal
now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each time she
withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it felt so
wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw
her. Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted
even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was thickly coated with
her feminine juices. Sarah felt her sexual excitement rise to a feverish
pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.
With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew the false prick
from her saturated cavern to allow the waves of carnal pleasure to
diminish within her heated cunt. She did not want to climax just yet.
The penislike structure she held in her hand felt far too good to have
this session in self-stimulation end prematurely. She turned the vibrator
off and lay the cream-coated sex-toy on the bed to struggle with her
sweater. She pushed it up above her voluminous breasts, then turned
sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra. She lifted the frilly
undergarment from her enormous tits and shoved it upward, freeing her twin
spheres of femininity. Her rosy nipples tightened into bright rosettes at
the sudden contact with air.
Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sarah's right hand
found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she let her
fingers trail across her firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a tremor
of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked and fondled
during her brief and secret modeling career. As she looked at the photos
of herself now, she remembered how the photographer would instruct her
male partners to suck on Sarah's nipples good and hard, treating each one
to the pleasures of a warm mouth and drawing tongue. After a good
workover, Sarah's mammoth breasts would look even more tempting for the
camera, for their bright nipples would be fiery red, distended, and
glistening with saliva, while the firm mounds of pale flesh encircling
them rose into twin hills of luscious womanhood.
How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her big boobs with
greater gusto. Although he fondled and caressed them, occasionally
nipping lightly at their uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much
too fragilely for Sarah's liking. Many was the time when she was tempted
to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab her breasts
forcefully, to suck at them until she cried out for mercy. She'd learned
how marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth tug at the bright
rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she longed for a repeat performance
from her husband. Just as she inwardly yearned to have him squeeze her
ivory hills of flesh with urgent hands rather than caress them lightly as
he always did when they made love. Sarah was tired of being treated as if
she was made of spun glass instead of warm flesh and blood. But she loved
Mike far too much to risk hurting him by criticizing his techniques in the
bedroom. Instead, she remained silent, trying to content herself with his
timid caresses. When her need became too great, as it was right now,
Sarah tried to vent her frustration by fondling her breasts herself in the
privacy of her bedroom.
Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked her bright
nipples. Her hand moved quickly from one tit to the other, squeezing and
pinching the rosy tips. The tender flesh grew rigid under her touch,
rising into the air like two hot needles. She arched her back so that her
twin hills of femininity rose even more invitingly, their crimson tips
rising hotly, responding enthusiastically to her self-manipulation.
"Suck my tits!" she said, panting as her fingers pinched and pulled on
each uplifted rosette, her hand flying back and forth to give each firm
mound equal time. When her ample tits were well-stimulated, she abandoned
them to clutch the vibrator once again.
"Fuck, damn you, fuck!" she cried, sending the plastic mechanism into
her palpitating canal with fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when
she felt the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot bursts of glorious
sensation coursing through her. Panting, she flicked on the button so that
she would be further treated by steady vibrations of the cock-like
structure sailing in and out of her saturated slot. "Don't stop!" she
begged, fantasizing while she fucked herself. "Keep fucking! Harder,
faster!" In and out the whirring vibrator moved. Wet sucking sounds
accompanied her heavy breathing and her soaked pussy tissues clung wetly
to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick-lidded and glazed, she
kept staring at the lurid photos, her passion mounting. When she felt
herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak of carnal pleasure, Sarah
wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the ultimate moment of
pleasure. But the whirling mechanism felt so marvelous sliding in and out
of her steaming cunt that she could not stop. "Fuck, fuck!" she shrieked,
shoving it in with frenzy while her hips whirled crazily. Suddenly bright
bursts of color exploded within her as she reached the apex of carnal joy.
"Aghhhhhhh," she cried. Her pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring
object in as hard and as deep as she could, ramming it into the mouth of
her womb while she climaxed.
At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall onto the mattress
while she lay panting. Her lust temporarily sated, she turned off the
vibrator and closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts spread out
into soft hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples flattened into
contented circles. If a mere vibrator felt this marvelous, how much
better it would feel to have the man she adored fuck her like that! Sarah
felt certain, however, that Mike's libido was simply smaller than hers,
that he found sexual satisfaction much more easily than she. He seemed
perfectly content with their lovemaking, while she had to resort to self-
stimulation when her secret frustration became too great.
Still, Mike's a good man, she quickly reminded herself, ashamed of
the fact that she found fault with the man she loved. And a perfect
husband. Even if Sarah did have to masturbate now and then, she was still
a very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike McBride. Especially
with her lurid past! Now that her passion was spent, Sarah regained her
senses and she looked at the obscene photos of herself with fear and
revulsion. She sat up and straightened the bed, then hooked her bra and
reached down for her strewn panties. She carried the heavily coated
vibrator and the four photographs into the bathroom. First the curvaceous
young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky feminine secretions and
set it on the sink. Then she lifted the photos and ripped them into a
myriad of tiny pieces, her fingers moving with quick angry motions. A
look of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as she saw the fragments
flutter into the toilet. With a determined jerk of her hand, she flushed
the toilet, sending the torn pictures into the sewer where they belonged.
Even though she was certain that the person who had sent them to her could
easily obtain more, at least this particular set was destroyed and could
not accidentally be discovered by the man she loved. For Sarah felt
certain that her beloved Mike would have nothing more to do with her if he
ever learned of her sordid past.
How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent these to me?
she agonized, biting her lip as she watched the water churn in the toilet
bowl. The most I can manage is a few dollars a week!
While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the vibrator in the
bottom of her dresser drawer, it had never occurred to her distressed mind
that the anonymous blackmailer wanted something she never suspected. The
man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous as well. But the lovely
brunette would soon learn that he lusted for something that would
humiliate and degrade her far more than it would if he were merely hungry
for money!
Chapter 2
Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the
dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jill for maintaining
a lively three-year-old flow of chatter throughout the meal, diverting her
husband's attention. After they had eaten and Sarah was clearing off the
table, Mike suddenly announced that he was going out.
"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple of hours, do you,
hon?" he asked, smiling at his wife.
Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind when Mike went to
the small tavern on the edge of town. Even though she knew it was just
his way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience that he would
stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would come home late
with the smell of beer on his breath when he fell into bed. Although he
never actually got drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted to
make love to her even when she waited up for him. Sarah secretly wished
that the man she married would turn to her for release from his tensions
instead of to a local tavern. Then maybe she would not need a vibrator
either.
But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the
sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Of course not, Mike," she
told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work hard all day
and it would do you good to get out for a while and relax."
Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a
quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek. "How
many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to
beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent it."
I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself, running water into the
sink. I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed! But she kept a
pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into the
sink.
"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave," Mike offered, leading
their raven-haired daughter by the hand. "Then you can just relax and
watch TV." He started out of the room, then turned, remembering
something. "Oh yeah. I've got Gene's TV set out in the truck. I'll
bring it in before I go. Gene said he'll stop by and pick it up tomorrow
morning."
Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as Mike
made a game of getting the child into her night clothes. But she did not
smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she felt a
flicker of annoyance the way she always did whenever her brother-in-law's
name was mentioned. She disliked Mike's younger brother intensely.
Although she managed to conceal the intensity of her emotion from her
husband, Sarah felt certain that his nineteen-year-old brother Gene sensed
the animosity that Sarah harbored toward him. She did her best to be
polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she had to force herself
to do so. Everything about Gene disgusted her. The way he leered at her
when Mike wasn't looking, the way he took advantage of his older brother's
good-natured generosity and affection. Sarah had lost track of the amount
of money the boy now owed them. Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans
to Mike, however, he merely laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized. "So he forgets to pay me
back now and then. It's no big deal."
Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered to Sarah. She just
didn't like the way Gene used his older brother, ignoring him for weeks
when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing up again with a
phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was a time-consuming
favor or a quick loan, Mike always indulged his younger brother.
"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once admitted after shelling
out the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation. "But I
practically raised him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah.
Somehow I guess I still feel responsible for him."
But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his own two feet more
if Mike didn't keep making things so easy for him. Like fixing his
television set. Sarah was certain that Gene would forget to pay his
brother for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay loans.
It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on his graveyard shift at the
factory. Gene shared a small studio apartment with a friend named Lenny
and still had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met. But Gene
squandered his paycheck on good times, always running to his older brother
when things got tight and his wallet was not quite so well padded.
And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, Sarah
hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her work.
She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that Jill spent at
the nursery school so that she could play with her daughter in the
afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he was going to park himself all
morning, Sarah would just have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.
Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned from their
daughter's bedroom. "She's all set to watch television with her mommy,"
Mike said with a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen. "I'll go get
Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."
After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small daughter on
the livingroom couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety show
she had turned on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the
disturbing letter she'd received that morning, along with the revealing
photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that Mike
had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers. She
knew that without his companionship, she would spend the entire evening
brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for the night.
Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike really did
deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded herself
sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless recreation
to help him relax after a hard day's work.
As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small
hand in hers, the lovely brunette was secure in the belief that Mike was
doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting the breeze
with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.
Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sarah never once
suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be
pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced
platinum blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah's husband in all the
intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself secretly yearned for!
* * *
Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth when he said that
he was going to the Brewery for a few beers. What he failed to add was
the fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde
divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the nights that
Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her drinks faster than usual for she
was in just as big a hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.
After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike and Lil left the
bar arm in arm. Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of the
divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their heavy
breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his distended prick
poking the barfly's heavy thigh. He bent over her bosom, kneading her
ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His
swollen testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load, he went
at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not display at home. Mike had
hungered for the taste of a savory mound of flesh for days now. If he had
waited uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was afraid that he
might have lost control of himself with Sarah and gone after his wife's
luscious breasts the way he was now devouring Lil's. And Mike did not
want that to happen. His wife was far different from Lil. Sarah was not
the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His Sarah was sweet and
good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished and respected.
Mike always held himself in check whenever he and Sarah made love,
being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him. By
exercising the utmost self-control, Mike managed to make love to his wife
gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both deserved and expected to
be treated. It was when his frustration became overpowering, that he
turned to earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced blonde under him liked
being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite was as voracious as any
man's. With someone like Lil, Mike could relax and let himself go
sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on his beloved Sarah, he
had little choice in the matter. He loved his wife with all his heart but
she did not satisfy all his sexual needs. Every so often, the young
husband felt as if he would explode if he did not go out and find the kind
of woman who would welcome the kind of sex he secretly hungered for. A
lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned, arching her back in an
effort to offer Mike even more of her vast hills of femininity. Her
heavily mascaraed eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let her
hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over the curve of his
bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his pale asscheeks with enthusiasm,
loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers. She ran her finger
up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction that her quick
unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on his nude body.
Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-husband, Lil missed
having a built-in sex partner. That's why she frequented the local tavern
several nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she could
usually count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her hungry pussy.
And Mike McBride was not only one of her regular cocksmen but he was also
one of her favorites. The big burly Irishman really knew how to take care
of a woman in the sack. He always gave her oversize boobs a great going
over, using his hands and his mouth in ways that kept her happy for days.
Although she was sometimes bruised and sore after one of their heated
sessions, it was well worth the small price.
Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of
sensation coursed through her, making the blonde writhe with pleasure.
Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a persistent
beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her throbbing aperture to
stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience how deliciously big Mike's
luscious prick was and the knowledge that tonight she was in for an extra
special treat added to her excitement.
At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he
rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the ceiling.
"Get on top of me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a go at my prick!"
Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "You bet I will,
sweetie!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she
lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded asscheeks
looming in front of Mike's handsome face. Grabbing the thick base of his
swollen spear, the bleached blonde lowered her head, her mouth watering.
She loved to suck on a cock almost as much as she loved to feel one crowd
her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her mouth made her entire
body tingle. It wasn't often, however, that she got the chance to sample
an oversize prick like Mike's. The mere thought of sucking on his tasty
manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in anticipation.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she brought
her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth
encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the pudgy blonde had consumed the
full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed the
back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had devoured every
possible inch, the blonde began to suck vigorously. Fiery bursts of carnal
pleasure tore through Mike's throbbing penis at the feel of her drawing
tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting his hips in quick response.
"That's gooood! Keep suckin'!"
Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked with even greater
vigor, her head moving up and down enthusiastically. While she clutched
the stump of his cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his
prickly sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen balls churn under her
firm touch. Christ, Lil sure can suck cock! he thought, breathing
heavily. Her dangling tits dancing merrily as she bobbed up and down,
Lil's cheeks billowed in and out.
Good ol' Lil! Mike thought, surrendering himself completely to her
vigorous suckings. With a gal like her, a man can really let go!
"Suck, suck!" he cried, letting his inhibitions run wild. After
holding back with his wife all the time, it felt great to let loose like
this. His hot prick pounding and his balls churning while she went at him
with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee's widespread cunt. He saw the
creaminess of her gaping pussy, the way her bright clitoris rose in
excited splendor, beckoning invitingly. He reached up to stroke her soft
thighs while his long tongue darted out to titillate the inflamed bud of
femininity. The small penislike structure grew even more rigid under his
manipulations and the blonde's wide ass bucked in heated response.
Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp for air. "Oh,
Mike honey!" she cried, wiggling her hips. "Eat my pussy, sweetie! Oh, I
need your mouth on my cunt!" When she felt Mike's wet tongue respond to
her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy secreting even
more profusely. Oh, his wet mouth felt so good against her steaming cunt!
Moaning happily, she lowered her head once again to resume her vigorous
sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an effort to reward him for the
way his oral member was swirling so magnificently between her outspread
legs. The pungent taste of Mike's precoital juices on her tongue
stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her mind with passion, the
plump divorcee rose up and down on his fiery shaft with unsurpassed
dedication. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. The dual pleasure of
feeling Mike's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his merciless tongue
ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering. Suddenly the naked blonde
moaned as if in delirium, her big ass bucking wildly, making Mike's head
flip like that of a puppet on a string as his relentless tongue swirled
high in her slick vagina. As she bucked in heated orgasm, mewling and
grunting, her mouth and tongue tugged at her partner's hot pole of
masculinity with the fervor of a mad woman.
The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue as well as the
merciless way she was devouring his wildly throbbing prick made Mike's
heated pelvis whirl frantically. Lowering his head from her pulsating,
climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming hot and heavy. His balls
were churning and his fiery shaft was about to explode.
"Oh Christ!" he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly into the
divorcee's widely split thighs. "I'm cummmming! Aghhhhhhh!" His hips
jerking, he felt his steaming juices erupt in Lil's mouth while wave after
wave of carnal sensation tore through his sweating body. He felt her hand
squeeze tightly around the base of his ejaculating organ as she eagerly
devoured his hot semen, her throat working rapidly as she swallowed again
and again. When at last his jerking penis had shot its entire wad, the
platinum blonde lifted her head from his spent organ and collapsed on top
of him.
As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath, Mike's
thoughts suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sarah. If being sucked off by
a slut like Lil could bring him such pleasure, how much more thrilling it
would be if his young wife would give him a good blow job. Instantly
ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike silently berated himself. His sweet
Sarah would be shocked and disgusted if he ever suggested such an act to
her! To even think of the woman he loved while a tramp like Lil was lying
naked and sprawled on top of him was contemptible! Alarmed by his
salacious thoughts, Mike decided that he better make sure that he fucked
away to his heart's content tonight so that he did not dare approach his
sweet homemaker in any way that might frighten or disgust her. Better he
satisfy himself with a woman who welcomed rough and vigorous sex ... like
good ol' Lil!
"What d'ya say, Lil baby?" Mike asked in a husky voice, running his
finger down the length of her saturated slit. "Do you think you can suck
some life back into me so we can go another round or two?"
Lil's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious grin as
she lifted her leg and rolled over. "You bet, sweetie," she murmured,
reaching for his limp organ. "You can always count on Lil, honey. Just
gimme a few minutes and I'll have this baby nice and stiff again!" With
that, she lowered her head and drew his spent penis into her receptive
mouth. Her cheeks working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at
intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of his cock, dipping
down inside to lap up every last drop of sperm. It wasn't long before the
pudgy divorcee felt the masculine treasure grow within her mouth, becoming
smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her insatiable pussy
began to throb again, eager for more than the feel of a tongue within its
spongy depths. This time, Lil hungered for the vastness of Mike McBride's
enviable prick inside her cock-hungry vagina. No man she knew could fuck
her with such strength and determination as the man whose rapidly
expanding joint filled her warm mouth.
Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity once again.
"You sure know how to suck a prick, baby!" he complimented, reaching down
to give her heavy asscheek a playful slap. "Now you can spead those legs
of yours so I can shove my big cock into your hot little pussy!"
More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled over on her back
and split her legs wide, gazing up at her husky partner with thick-lidded
eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm, I can hardly wait to feel your big prick inside my
cunt," she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to grasp her fuzzy
triangle. Whimpering, she spread her cuntal lips apart in a lewd
offering, her quivering canal glistening in readiness. "Hurry and put it
in, honey," she begged, lifting her pelvis while her hungry cunt throbbed
demandingly.
Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his distended hunk of
meat scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward. He could feel his
balls tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew
that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the brand of fucking
she ached for. But first, he wanted to hear her beg a little.
"Say please, baby," he told her, reaching down to finger her milky
slit.
Lil gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting her legs so far
apart that her thigh muscles ached, she looked up at him pleadingly.
"Please, Mike," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously.
"Please fuck me!"
"Do you like my prick?" he teased, dragging out her obvious
discomfort by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris.
Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her enormous tits rising
hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky nectar. "Oh
yesssssss," she agreed, licking her lips. "I love your prick, honey. Now
please! Please fuck me!"
Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from her dripping
membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs. Giving her legs a harsh tug, he
lifted her hips off the mattress. The blonde quickly curled her thick
legs around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness. With a
sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent his crimson cock deep into her
saturated slot. In seconds, he had completely penetrated her inner
depths, the mushroom tip of his stiff rod bumping against her cervix. He
felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him eagerly and heard her cry out at
his fierce and swift invasion. "Feel good, baby?" he asked, breathing
hard.
"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening around his trim
waist. "Oh, keep on fuckin'!"
Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to
lift her wide hips as he pounded into her. Again and again he lunged
forward, his pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and
determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be heard
along with their mutual grunts. "Like the way I fuck?" Mike demanded,
shoving his pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as hard as
he could.
"Yesssssss," she replied rapturously, her legs tightening around
Mike's sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture every
possible inch of his great phallic length. "Oooooohhh, you're so biiiig,
honey!" she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic circles. "Oh fuck,
fuck!"
Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde again and again,
his mushroomlike tip bumping into her cervix with each swift penetration.
His balls were churning and his body was burning with lust. This was the
way he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He gloried to the feel of
Lil's legs clinging so tightly to his waist, the lustful look on her face
as she lifted her pelvis high to meet his forceful invasions. Maybe Lil
was cheap and easy but she sure knew how to fuck! Sweat ran down Mike's
naked body as he tore into her, trickling down to disappear into the hairy
recesses of his asshole. His huge testicles slapped against her buttocks
with each forward lunge. He withdrew his pounding prick almost completely
before again slamming into her with abandonment. His mouth hung loosely
and his eyes were glassy. The burly Irishman was fairly mad with lust as
he ravaged her foaming vagina. All else but fucking was blotted from his
passion-crazed mind. Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was
consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the luscious feel of
her grasping wet cunt around his pistoning shaft. At last his sweating
body gave one last forward jerk before he erupted inside her with volcanic
force, sending searing hot juices splattering against the walls of her
pussy. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking and jerking like a madman while his
steaming cum kept spurting.
Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret depths, Lil
quickly joined her partner in orgasm. Grunting and moaning, their
sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison as together
they reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their convulsing bodies
grew still.
* * *
Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their darkened bedroom.
Spent and exhausted, he undressed as quietly as possible so that he would
not awaken the woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside the lovely
brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through his body. He was not
proud of the fact that he was cheating on Sarah like this. And he hoped to
God that she would never find out. The thought of losing her was almost
more than he could bear. Still, sleeping around with other women - the
kinds who enjoyed his lusty sexual desires - was something Mike was
convinced he had to do. It was the only way he could satisfy the strong
physical cravings of his masculinity. His precious Sarah was so sweet and
innocent that he could never fuck her the way he had fucked Lil tonight.
He could dream about it, of course, fantasize about all the wild and
forceful ways he would like to make love to his wife, but he could never
dare to enact them in reality!
As Mike McBride gazed into the innocent looking face of his beloved
wife, almost childlike in slumber, never in the man's wildest fantasies
could he have imagined what his beautiful young wife would engage in the
very next day!
Chapter 3
When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced out the
livingroorn window to see her brother-in-law's red sports car parked out
in front. She felt herself tense while a ripple of distaste coursed
through her. She had never met anyone she disliked more than her
husband's younger brother. Everything about Gene set her teeth on edge.
She answered the door with a grim look on her face, hoping that Gene would
pick up his television set and leave without stopping to pass the time of
day with her. She hated his boastful manner and parasitic tendencies. If
I don't think of some way to get rid of him, Gene will invite himself to
lunch, Sarah thought, opening the front door.
Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette
drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised Sarah's conservative outfit
with cold, narrowed eyes. "Well now," he said in a mocking tone. "Don't
you look sweet this morning!"
Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative blouse and
skirt. Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing the opposite sex clad in
something sexier, but Sarah dressed to please her husband. And Mike liked
to see her dressed decently, even around the house. Gene, however, would
probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair of tight jeans and a low-
cut sweater. Trying to ignore his thinly veiled sarcasm, Sarah pasted a
thin smile on her face and stepped backward, inviting him in.
"Guess you've come for your television set," she said, trying to keep
her voice pleasant. She gestured toward the portable set on the floor.
"It's all ready for you," she went on. "The picture is really great now.
Mike's got it fixed up like new."
Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the set with a bored
expression. "Is Jill at nursery school?" he asked, his pale-blue eyes
darting about.
Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her daughter was
away. Otherwise, he might stop and play with Jill, staying for hours.
The only redeeming quality about her brother-in-law was the fact that he
did seem genuinely fond of his young niece. The only real generosity he'd
ever shown was toward little Jill. He seldom came over without some sort
of present for the girl.
"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock," Sarah explained, hoping
the information would discourage him from sticking around. It was only a
little after ten now. And Sarah certainly did not welcome the though of
having Gene park himself for three more hours.
"It's just as well," he said, crushing his cigarette in a nearby
ashtray. "It's you I've come to see, anyhow," he added, looking at her
with a strange grin.
Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance. Why didn't he just pick up his
television set and leave, she thought with exasperation. Didn't he
realize that she had things to do?
She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind for some phony
excuse to get rid of him. "Well, I was just about to go out to do some
grocery shopping, the supermarket has some good specials I can't afford to
pass up. And it's much easier for me to shop without Jill."
Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a long look. "Is
that right?" he asked, a smug look on his thin face. "Well now, sister-
in-law," he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it looks like you're
just gonna have to postpone that shopping trip for a while."
The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with a frown. Who
did Gene think he was anyway? "I'm sorry, Gene," she said in a cold voice.
"But I've already planned my day." She walked over to the television set,
lifted it and handed it to him in a gesture of dismissal. "Maybe you can
come back sometime when Mike and Jill are here," she told him. That way,
Sarah could leave the entertaining of his younger brother up to her
husband while she went about her business.
Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh, I don't think
that would be such a good idea, Sarah dear," he said, reaching into the
pocket of his leather jacket. "Not unless you want your husband and
daughter to see these!" His thick lips stretching into a sneer, he
withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue eyes never leaving Sarah's face, the
young man removed the contents of the envelope and held them up in front
of her.
Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes grew round as she
stared, her mouth open and her jaw slack. For the brother-in-law she so
despised was holding up copies of the four photographs she had received in
the mail the day before! "Where did you get these?" she croaked, her
cheeks flushing crimson.
"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop," he replied, his sneer
intensifying. "And they've got lots more. Why, dear?" he taunted, his
sneer stretching into a mocking grin. "Did you want a set for your family
album?" he asked, thrusting the lewd photos at her.
"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat as she held the pictures.
"You sent the letter!"
"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping his jacket. "My, you
do catch on fast, don't you, Sarah?"
"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper. "I ...
I can't give you much, Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"
Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant smile on his
thin face. "Oh, I don't want your money, sweet Sarah," he told her,
unbuttoning his shirt. "That would be like stealing from my own brother,
don't you agree? I mean, after all, whatever you get comes from him,
right?"
Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded with fear. "You
... you're going to tell Mike, aren't you?" she asked, her voice cracking.
"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he said, removing his shirt.
Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers and felt
her heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby," Gene told her,
unzipping his fly. "You know what a fun-loving guy I am, don't you,
honey?" He let his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of them,
standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts. "And that's all
I'm here for, sweetie, So you and me can have ourselves a little fun!"
As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached out to grab
the lewd photos from her. "The same kind of fun you seemed to be having
when these pictures were taken," he added, returning the photos to his
jacket pocket.
All the color drained from the brunette's face as the meaning of his
words became clear. Her brother-in-law was blackmailing her, all right!
But it wasn't cold cash that he wanted. Instead, he lusted for hot flesh
and blood. It was her body, not her money, that he wanted!
Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But, Gene, you don't
understand. I posed for those photos years ago! Before I even met Mike!
Those pictures don't have anything to do with now!"
Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold. "That's where you're wrong,
baby," he told her pulling the undergarment over his head. "Those
pictures have plenty to do with now. 'Cause if you don't play along with
me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my brother!"
The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law with a
helpless look on her pretty face. As she stood in front of him, pale and
trembling, she felt trapped and frightened. Having sex with the man she
loathed made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not know what else she could
do. Mike trusted her, held her on a pedestal. Learning about the obscene
modeling she'd done would surely destroy all feelings he had for her. If
Mike should learn of her sordid past, he would be so disillusioned that
the love he now felt for her would cease to exist! And Sarah loved Mike
so desperately that she would do anything she could to keep their marriage
intact. Including agreeing to Gene's sexual demands. Even though the
thought of having sex with her brother-in-law turned her stomach, it was
better than losing the man she loved.
Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between Gene's legs.
"You mean," she began, swallowing hard, "that if I do what you want,
you'll keep my secret?"
"Sure, baby," Gene said. "All you have to do is let me have my fun,
okay? After all, you were willing to let those guys in the photos have
their fun with you. And they weren't even related, like we are. Then
once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those photos again." He
gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling over the length of her
voluptuous figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"
Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded.
"It's a deal."
"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Now
all you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law. Just like I did."
When he saw the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he chuckled. "Take
off your clothes, honey. All except your stockings and garterbelt, that
is," he added, licking his lips. "Keep those on." When Sarah hesitated,
staring at him with round eyes, Gene snapped his fingers. "I said strip!"
he ordered, taking a step forward. Then his eyes darted to the radio on
the end table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress to music, huh,
Sarah?" He walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a sudden blast
of rock music piercing the air. "There," he smirked, flopping down on the
sofa. "That's better."
Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat
back and leered at her. For some reason, stripping for her obnoxious
brother-in-law was much more difficult than stripping for strangers had
been during her brief modeling career. That had been just a job, one she
was getting paid for. But following Gene's orders put things on a
strictly personal basis and she felt embarrassed and humiliated.
"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open her blouse, his eyes bright
with lust.
Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving her feet to
the heavy rock beat. She shed her blouse and let it drop to the carpet,
feeling Gene's icy stare focus on her black satin bra. She had been aware
of his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance had always been
surreptitious. Now he gazed boldy, his tongue sliding across his thick
lips at the sight of her pale flesh spilling out of the 34-D bra.
"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis growing in his shorts.
Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind her back to unhook
the garment. She let the black bra slide down her shoulders, then fall to
the rug, releasing her mammoth tits. She heard Gene gasp as they loomed
forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes tightening into
twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.
"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs, honey!" he praised, his
hand lowering to the hot swelling in his shorts. He grabbed his growing
prick and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds of ivory
flesh. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a go at them."
Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt and stepped out
of it, tossing the garment to the floor. Doing a pirouette, she lowered
her lacy half-slip. Once that garment was discarded, the lovely brunette
had only her white lace panties to shed. Wriggling her shapely hips, she
eased out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Whirling, she turned
to face her brother-in-law clad only in a black garterbelt, nylon
stockings, and high-heeled pumps.
"Now let's see you dance for me, honey," Gene ordered, his eyes
bright as he gazed at the dark triangle of fuzz between her outstretched
legs. "Really move!"
Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette wriggled her
hips and moved her legs in time to the heavy beat of the music. Her long
dark hair whirled as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the opportunity
to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle. Her big tits jiggled
enticingly, their rosy nipples looming forward. She saw her brother-in-
law caress his growing erection as his pale eyes devoured her nude body,
his big lips hanging loosely. And she loathed the man as never before!
Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable sight in
front of him. Sarah was really built and her enormous boobs were so nice
and firm and high. The way they bobbed and undulated when she performed
her disco dance really turned him on. And seeing her naked, except for
her skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made his throbbing cock
mushroom even faster. The sharp contrast of her pale thighs and abdomen
against the shiny black satin stimulated the young man as much as if Sarah
were stark naked. The dark nylon stockings and high-heeled shoes made her
shapely legs seem even more appealing.
But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at her luscious
nudity. Wearing an evil grin, he rose from the sofa to turn off the
blaring music. He went over to his pretty sister-in-law and stood in
front of her with his shorts bulging at the crotch area. He bent down to
draw a bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing the pale flesh surrounding
the pink rosette while his other hand reached down to finger the slit of
her hesitating pussy. Sarah gasped at the feel of his warm mouth upon her
breast and the pressure of his fingers upon her sensitive cuntal tissues.
Still, she dared not pull away. They had made a deal and she had no
choice but to abide by it so that he would not reveal her dark past to her
beloved husband.
His greedy lips moved from one rosy tip to the other, sucking
voraciously while he dug his fingers into her fuzzy crotch. Despite the
fact that she despised the man whose mouth was pressed against her ample
breasts, warm tingly sensations coursed through her naked body and the nub
of her clitoris rose hotly under his persistent fingers.
Fully aware of the speed with which Sarah's tiny bud of femininity
was responding to his caress, Gene withdrew his mouth from her distended
nipple to give her a knowing grin. "Like that, don't you, Sarah?" he
asked, rubbing her sensitive organ even harder.
"No!" she gasped, her cheeks flaming even more. But the way that the
tiny penislike structure stiffened belied her words.
"Who you tryin' to kid?" he asked, laughing derisively. "You're
gettin' all hot and bothered and we both know it." He pulled his hand
from between her legs and stood up with the front of his jockey shorts
protruding sharply. "On your knees, bitch!" he commanded.
Her eyes wide, she quickly complied. "Take off my shorts," he
ordered.
Her hands shaking, the kneeling brunette tugged at the elastic
waistband, lowering her brother-in-law's underwear. In seconds, she
released his big crimson cock and its fiery tip bobbed menacingly in front
of her face while its open glans gazed like a gaping, glaring eye.
Smirking at her obvious discomfort, Gene stepped out of his shorts,
aiming his swollen rod directly at his sister-in-law's open mouth. "Now
suck!" he told her. When she hesitated, her lips parted and her cheeks
flushed, Gene grabbed a handful of her dark hair to bring her face
forward.
"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted as he forced his big hunk of meat into her
mouth. She felt his warm penis ram the back of her throat as he jerked
his hips, filling her entire mouth with one great phallic thrust. She
tried not to gag as the blunt end bumped into her soft palate. Tears of
humiliation stinging her eyes, she began to suck. The strong smell of his
masculinity pierced her nostrils and she had to remind herself that she
was performing this lewd act in order to save her marriage.
"Squeeze my balls!" he told her, giving her slender hips another
forward jerk, sending the tip of his swollen rod down her throat.
Sarah gagged, then drew his distended pole of manhood back into her
mouth while she reached obediently to fondle his huge sacs. The twin
spheres felt sweaty under her fingers and she fought the urge to pull her
hand away. She heard him moan with pleasure at the way her tongue was
drawing on his smooth shaft while her hand fondled his hanging testicles.
Pretend it's Mike's cock you're sucking on! she told herself, fighting
nausea. Make believe it's his balls you're squeezing, and it'll be all
right! Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and used her imagination to blot the
fact that she was performing fellatio on a man she detested.
"Ahhhh, that feels nice, baby!" Gene encouraged, lacing his fingers
through her long mane. "Mmmmm, keep on suckin'!"
Sarah obeyed, sharply aware of the taste of masculine nectar upon her
tongue as his open tip leaked forth its hot juices. Oh, if only this were
all some horrible nightmare from which she would soon awaken to find
everything right in her world again. But Sarah knew, with sickening
clarity, that she was not dreaming, that the warm bubbling organ fucking
her tortured mouth was all too real. She also realized that she was
totally helpless in this appalling situation, subject to her despicable
brother-in-law's slightest whim. Oh God, she agonized, her cheeks
billowing in and out while her tightly ovaled mouth slid back and forth,
what other perverted acts will he make me perform before he's finished
with me?
Breathing hard, the naked young man stood with his heavily lidded
eyes taking in the delectable sight of the naked brunette kneeling
submissively between his split thighs, her huge melonous tits dancing and
quivering in time to her rhythmic movements. He saw the tempting curve of
her parted asscheeks and knew that in good time he would knead and caress
the pale flesh to his heart's content. For now, though, the intruder was
content with the magnificent feel of her warm lips and moist tongue on his
inflamed rod. He gasped and his legs trembled when Sarah paused in her
suckings to let her tongue swirl around the circumference of his gaping
prickhead, lapping up its sticky emission. The feel of her pointed oral
member upon his throbbing sensitive tip made hot bursts of wild sensation
course through his naked body.
"Faster!" he panted, clawing her long tresses frantically in heated
response. Obeying, Sarah moved her tongue in progressively faster circles
while she clutched at the thick base of his massive cock with one hand and
kneaded his prickly sacs with the other. He moaned when she thrust the
tip of her tongue down into the depths of his open glans with maddening
force. His balls churned and his fiery cock lurched, sending more of its
warm juices into the squatting brunette's mouth. Gene bucked his pelvis
forward to drive his great phallic length deep into Sarah's throat.
"Suck, suck!" he cried. He whimpered in appreciation as he felt Sarah
wrap her soft lips into a tight ring around his wildly pounding organ to
suck hard. She was laboring diligently now, sucking to please, her dark
head twisting and bobbing up and down his pistoning shaft. He watched the
way her obscenely outstretched lips clung to his hot masculinity on each
backstroke of her head. Moaning, he surrendered himself completely to the
firm steady pressure of her mouth and tongue, enjoying the way her
magnificent protruding tits brushed against his legs as she bobbed up and
down.
As Sarah continued to suck the lust-bloated pole of masculinity, its
warm precoital juices coating her tongue, she began to experience a
definite involuntary response. She no longer had to pretend that it was
her husband's slippery shaft that she held captive in her crowded oral
cavity. No matter whose cock it was, all that mattered now was the wet
satiny feel of the big bubbling spear against her tongue and roof of her
mouth. An undeniable swift throbbing started between her parted thighs
and she felt a warm trickle of feminine syrup ooze from her fuzzy triangle
to dribble down her pale inner thigh. Her heart pounded and her entire
pelvis area swirled with the heat of desire. She felt just the way she'd
felt when she'd sucked cock for the camera years before. As if they
possessed a will of their own, her fingers clutched at the base of the
swollen organ with a fierce possessiveness, trying to draw every possible
inch of warm meat into her oral receptacle. Her other hand kneaded Gene's
firm testicles with renewed vigor, the feel of his big prickly sacs
stimulating her even more. Her tongue drew on the warm rod greedily,
eager for more of its pungent secretions. She began to moan softly as she
sucked, the hot palpitations of her oozing cunt increasing in strength and
tempo.
What's wrong with me? she wondered, a fleeting moment of sanity
stealing over her. How can I LIKE sucking on Gene's cock when I despise
him so? But her silent questions were soon obliterated by the wild
fluttering of her wet pussy, the luscious taste of warm precoital juices
upon her drawing tongue. The naked kneeling brunette tugged on the
swollen shaft of manhood as if it were a tasty lollipop that she couldn't
get enough of, for her mouth hungered for more than just tantalizing
trickles of pre-seminal juices. Sarah wanted to make her brother-in-law's
pistoning cudgel explode in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot
masculine juices the way she'd swallowed hot cum during her brief modeling
career. Oh, it's been so long since I've tasted a warm prick like this,
she thought, her mouth sliding back and forth while her cheeks worked in
and out with fierce determination. I can't wait to drink a big mouthful
of tasty sperm!
With a surge of triumph, Gene sensed the subtle change in Sarah's
ministrations. Her hands were bolder, her mouth working more voraciously
and he knew that she too was consumed by passions she could no longer
control. He watched in lustful delight as she went at him with the fervor
of a harlot, whimpering softly. "Suck, bitch, suck!" he gasped, hurling
his hips forward, pummeling her receptive mouth with his pounding hunk of
rigid flesh. His lust heightened by his sister-in-law's total involvement
in the lewd act she was performing, his breath came hot and heavy. He
felt his overloaded testicles ache under the burden of their turgid cargo
and knew that his moment of ultimate carnal pleasure was painfully near.
The excited young man panted and groaned, his fiery prick pounding
savagely under her skillful and slavish ministrations.
Suddenly he could not hold back the eruptive force of his steaming
load one second longer. His hips pumped wildly. "Suck, suck!" he whined,
his exploding penis spurting its torrid juices into Sarah's tightly ovaled
mouth. The kneeling brunette instinctively tightened her hold on his
hotly convulsing shaft, her head bobbing and twisting in harmony with his
fierce ejaculations. The sounds of their mutual moans filled the room as
the climaxing young man shot his searing hot wad, his fingers twining
savagely through her long dark hair. "Drink!" he gasped, his features
contorted by lust as his hips jerked. "Drink my cum!"
The whimpering bent brunette needed no prodding, for her throat
worked convulsively. Again and again she swallowed, savoring the
distinctive bittersweet taste of his nectar on her laving tongue, the
slippery warmth of hot cum sliding down her throat. Her palpitating pussy
was soaked with the syrup of her arousal, coating the dark matted pubic
hair gracing her heated mound. She drank thirstily, greedily, her tongue
still drawing on the ejaculating rod in an effort to collect every
possible drop of spurting liquid. His hot forceful release seemed
endless, making her throat open and close with great rapidity in order to
accommodate the fiery bursts. Half-crazed with sexual excitement as the
hot masculine juices filled her cheeks to overflowing, Sarah felt her
foaming pussy throb harder and harder. At last, the hot nub of her rigid
clitoris fluttered wildly, while great waves of searing orgasm convulsed
throughout her saturated cunt.
"Aghhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth to cry out in sweet release.
Her slippery treasure slid from her mouth, bobbing away like some venomous
snake, sending more of its warm venom spurting into her face and across
her melonous breasts. The feel of the hot liquid upon her bare flesh
merely served to heighten her forbidden enjoyment. Her eyeballs rolled
back in their sockets and her hands fluttered to her bosom to smear the
hot cum across her quivering mounds of femininity. The jerking spitting
prick bobbed erratically as it released the last of its fiery load. By the
time the emptying cock grew still, Sarah's face was glistening with cum
and her tongue darted out to lap up any of the precious liquid still
within its reach.
Gene gazed down at his naked, panting, cocksucking blackmailed
sister-in-law with a searing look which reflected both triumph and
disgust. "Well, you really had yourself quite a time, didn't you, sweet
Sarah?" His thick lips curled into a sneer. "I always knew my brother
was a sap for thinkin' you were so special! You don't know how fuckin'
sick I am of hearin' him brag about you when all the time I knew damn well
that you're just as big a slut as any other bitch I know. You're all the
same, you cock-suckin' whores. Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't,
actin' so high and mighty around the likes of me." He grabbed a handful
of hair to yank her head cruelly so that she was gazing directly into his
cold eyes. "You don't look so special now, sweet Sarah!"
Tears of humiliation burned her eyes as her brother-in-law laughed in
her face. The taste of his semen still fresh upon her tongue, the
sprawled brunette's cheeks flushed crimson. Her degradation was utter and
complete, for there was no use in trying to pretend that she had not
enjoyed sucking him off, that her mouth had not hungered for his hot
juices. Nor could she deny the humiliating fact that she had reached a
thrilling climax while performing her perverse and debasing act.
Chuckling softly, Gene released his hold on her hair to glance at his
watch. "Time to be runnin' along, dear Sarah," he said. He reached for
his strewn clothing, turning to curl his lip at her. "But I'll be back
tomorrow morning, sweetie. With a very special friend of mine. A gal
whose just as big a slut as you are, honey. She may even teach you a
thing or two!" He laughed cruelly, his pale eyes narrowing with glee as
he watched her silent anguish. "Yes sir, I think you two will really love
each other!"
While her brother-in-law dressed, Sarah slumped into a defeated heap
of naked despair. Whistling an off-key tune, the young man lifted his
television set and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow, sweetie," he
said, reaching for the door knob.
As the door closed softly behind him, Sarah buried her face in her
hands. A sick feeling engulfed the lovely brunette, for she knew without
a doubt that from here on in, her life would never be quite the same!
Chapter 4
Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than usual with her
daughter that afternoon. When the child settled down for her afternoon
nap, the distraught brunette sped through her housework in record time,
trying to compensate for the forbidden lust-filled moments she'd spent,
with her brother-in-law that morning. By the time Mike came home from the
shop, she had a tasty meat loaf and scalloped potatoes browning in the
oven. After Jill was bedded down for the night, Sarah busied herself with
the current mending while Mike watched television.
"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked in a conversational tone
during a commercial break.
Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not that I know
of," she lied, trying to keep her voice casual. "He really didn't stay
all that long. Just picked up his TV set and left. He seemed to be in a
big hurry today."
Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably had himself a hot
date. Gene's quite a guy with the ladies, you know."
Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened. "Really?"
she said in a high-pitched innocent voice. "You'd never guess that to
look at him, would you?"
Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "That's because
Gene's not one to brag, honey."
Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike be so blind to
his brother's faults? she wondered. Why, Gene was boasting practically
all the time. It was one of the many annoying traits which infuriated
Sarah so. You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching into the
sewing basket for one of her daughter's torn dresses. To hear him tell
it, he's a lot smarter than you, Mike. And he strutted out of here like
the proverbial cock of the barnyard!
"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles down one of these
days," Mike continued, leaning back in his chair. "That is, if he's lucky
enough to find someone like you, honey."
Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back tears. Oh Mike,
Mike, her aching heart cried in silent misery. If only I were all that
you think I am!
"But then there aren't many women like you around these days,
darling," Mike continued, gazing fondly at his wife. "Lucky guys like me
take them out of circulation."
Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of
mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt so choked up at her husband's
ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief
swept over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's
attention.
Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my
sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the torn
fabric. Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable
his brother really is. Poor Mike! He's so blinded by love, that he can't
see either one of us as we really are! Sarah stole a quick glance at her
handsome husband, her heart fairly bursting with love. And she knew that
she would submit to whatever lustful acts her husband's younger brother
had in store for her the following morning. No matter what indignities she
had to endure, it was well worth the price if it would save her husband
from learning the ugly truth about the two people he loved so dearly.
Sarah detested the thought of cheating on Mike, of having illicit sex with
his younger brother. But she knew, with a feeling of grim resignation,
that she had no choice in the matter.
As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store for her the
following morning, her stomach tightened with apprehension. Recalling her
brother-in-law's parting words, she could not imagine why he was bringing
one of his girlfriends with him the next morning. It just didn't make
sense to her. What does he have in mind? she wondered, trying to outguess
her brother-in-law's devious mind. Sarah was unable to come up with an
answer. But whatever Gene had planned, the distraught brunette felt
certain that somehow, she would end up being degraded and debased, just as
she was today. Her only hope was that Gene would soon tire of his sordid
game of sexual blackmail so that the living nightmare she now endured
would end and her world could return to normal.
Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric in her lap, Sarah
stole occasional glances at her husband. Fully absorbed in the television
program he was watching, Mike was unaware of his wife's eyes just as he
was oblivious to her private mental anguish. Waves of shame rippled
through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept slipping back to her
brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day. Now it almost seemed like some
hideous nightmare, yet Sarah knew by the heaviness of her heart that what
had happened that morning was all too real. What would Mike do, she
wondered, if he knew what had really taken place between the two people he
loved so dearly? That the brother he so blindly adored had forced his
wife to strip for him, then get down on her knees to suck him to
completion? Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she recalled the
thrilling orgasm she'd experienced when young Gene had cum in her mouth,
filling her cheeks to overflowing with his spurting masculine juices.
Sarah's heartbeat quickened and her hands worked faster. Mike must never
learn the ugly truth, she vowed. Not ever! Surely it would shatter her
husband to know that the woman he cherished, even idolized, had willingly
performed such a lewd act with another man. Just as it would shock him to
learn that she had done so to prevent him from learning about even more
obscene sexual acts that Sarah had willingly performed years before.
Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame and frustration.
Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic modeling! she lamented. Then
I would not be in the awful predicament I am today, forced to have illicit
sex with my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah knew that
she had had no other choice at the time. It was either pose in the nude,
performing lewd acts before the camera, or watch her ill mother suffer
cruelly from the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah had been as
hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances, the voluptuous
young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in order to protect
those she loved. Years before her mother was the person whose welfare was
uppermost in her mind. Now she was submitting to her brother-in-law's
outrageous sexual demands in order to shield her husband.
Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew that she was as
helpless now as she had been years before. All she could do was pray that
Gene's sexual interest in her would quickly wane and that he would look in
some other direction for his kicks. When that happened, Sarah's private
misery would come to an end and she would no longer have to submit to
whatever indignities Gene's perverse mind devised. And she would no
longer have to worry about the obscene photographs of herself either for
Gene had promised to forget about them as long as Sarah went along with
him. Much as she hated her cold-hearted and self-centered brother-in-law,
Sarah knew that she would do as he wished, that she would force herself to
participate in whatever sex acts Gene desired. But I won't let myself
enjoy them anymore, Sarah silently vowed, humiliation coursing through her
at the recollection of her intense and involuntary orgasm that morning. I
simply will not give Gene that kind of satisfaction again. Surely she had
cum like that, Sarah reasoned, simply because it had been so incredibly
long since she'd tasted a warm pole of masculinity, that was all. She had
simply lost control of herself but it would not happen again. Sarah would
maintain a close watch on herself, keep her body in check so that it would
not betray her like that again. By the time she and Mike retired for the
night, Sarah had completed the mending and worked herself into a bundle of
frayed nerves. For the first time in her life, she was glad that her
husband merely kissed her goodnight and rolled over with nothing more than
sleep on his mind. In her tense and highly emotional state, Sarah was
afraid that she might have burst into tears had the man she loved reached
out for her. Especially after what she had done behind his back that very
morning. Even more upsetting, Sarah knew that she would betray Mike again
the following day for Gene had assured her that he was returning with a
friend of his. A female friend!
Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long after her
husband's even breathing told her that he was sound asleep. Visions of
future orgies with her despicable brother-in-law flashed through her
troubled mind, keeping her from slumber. The uncertainty of what lay
ahead was torturous, causing all kinds of grim possibilities coursing
through her mind. Gene was devious and unprincipled and Sarah knew that
he was capable of almost anything. She speculated nervously about the
girlfriend Gene said he was bringing with him the following morning.
Sarah quickly envisioned an unattractive bawdy type of woman. She was
probably some whore whs was willing to have sex with Gene before an
audience ... even a captive one.
Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided. Gene was going to force Sarah
to watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend fucked for her benefit.
Although the thought revolted the distraught brunette, she would find it
less appalling than having sex with Gene herself the next day. If it gave
her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse pleasure from being
observed while he screwed another woman, Sarah would force herself to
watch. And she would consider herself lucky for getting off so easy.
It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into an
exhausted sleep. When she did, her slumber was plagued by nightmares,
visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of them
bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a backdrop of the lurid
photographs with which Gene was blackmailing her. Sarah's sweating body
shifted restlessly on the mattress and she whimpered softly as she
dreamed. Never in the young woman's wildest dreams, however, could she
have imagined what perverse acts her heartless brother-in-law had in store
for her in just a few short hours.
* * *
When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah
took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever. "I
don't wanna go to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl whined,
rubbing her eyes. "I wanna stay home with you, instead."
Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. "All right,
darling," she consoled, tucking the covers around her. "I'll phone and
tell them you won't be in today. But first you're going to take some
medicine for Mommy, okay?" Sarah hurried into the bathroom and returned
with aspirin and a glass of water which she handed to her daughter. "Here,
honey, take these," she instructed, smiling encouragingly. "And then
drink as much of this water as you can. It'll help make you feel better."
As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the
kitchen to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she knew,
Jill would be in as usual on Monday morning. "It just seems to be a
scratchy throat," she explained. "I'm sure that a day's rest will nip it
in the bud."
After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her lip.
It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited Jill at the
nursery school. Her stomach churned with the realization that Gene
planned to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate in
whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that
meant having Sarah watch him and his cheap girlfriend perform for her.
She had to call Gene right away and tell him that he must not come over,
that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to be cancelled. Even
though her fingers trembled as she dialed her brother-in-law's number, a
great wave of relief surged through her. She was getting an unexpected
reprieve! Although she was sorry that her daughter wasn't feeling well,
Sarah could not help but be glad that her state of health would prevent
Gene from including her in whatever sexual activities he had in mind this
morning.
"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to
have his fun," she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang in the
distance. Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named
Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift at the factory
right now. Gene had brought his roommate over to the house a couple of
times and Sarah got the impression that the obese young man was as self-
centered as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them get
along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all that. In any event,
Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would vacate their apartment at a moment's
notice in order to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that was Gene's
problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone continued to ring, not
hers. Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore throat, her problems were
temporarily solved. For this morning, at least. Now she would not have to
deal with her disgusting brother-in-law until Monday morning.
Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone.
At least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut he
intended to bring over to the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah quickly
informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at home,
adding that he could not come over, after all. But Gene did not accept
her story at face value. His voice nasal with suspicion, he told Sarah
that he would pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.
"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat. "We can't
do anything while Jill is home! You must be out of your mind!"
Gene laughed softly. "I would be if I believed your story without
checking it out. Don't worry, sweet Sarah," he went on, his voice
mocking. "If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way. My
friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more action from
you, dear sister-in-law!"
Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in
her ear. Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's bedroom to
see what the child wanted for breakfast. "By the way," Sarah added,
keeping her voice light, "I just talked to your Uncle Gene and he's sorry
you're sick, honey. He's going past the house this morning so he might
stop by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling, honey," she
added, pasting a smile on her face.
Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh boy, I hope he
does come over," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "I haven't seen Uncle
Gene for a long, long time!"
Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast. "I wouldn't
care if I never saw him again at all," she murmured softly once she had
reached the kitchen. For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette
found herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle. Am I the only
one who sees Gene as he really is? she wondered, reaching into the
cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew that
even though she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his due.
Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene did
seem genuinely fond of little Jill. For some reason, the child brought
out the few good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene was the
only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should be grateful
that a bond of affection did exist between the two.
The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was
sitting at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed while
Jill broke into a smile. "Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she cried, her
eyes bright.
"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the book and rising. Glancing
out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at the
curb and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut he's got with
him! she thought, going to the door with apprehension. You'd think he'd
have more sense than to bring a woman like that here when Jill is home!
When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise.
For standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall
slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age. A complete
opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was breathtakingly
beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders and except for a
faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect features were completely devoid of
make-up. She looked trim and stylish in her high leather boots and coat
with a large handbag flung over her shoulder. When the girl smiled, Sarah
saw how startingly white and even her teeth were. What on earth was a
lovely girl like this doing with someone like Gene?
"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper
sack in one hand.
"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let
them enter.
"Brrr! It's really cold out this morning," the blonde said,
shivering as she stepped inside. "Oh, what a lovely home," she exclaimed,
gazing around the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and
pleasant and Sarah found herself thinking that had she met this young
woman under any other circumstances, she would feel an instant affinity
toward her, as though the two of them might well become friends. As it
was, however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with the warmth
she might have.
"Won't you sit down," Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa,
"while I go tell Jill you're here."
But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices,
she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn. "Uncle Gene!" she
cried, running to him with outstretched arms.
"Jill!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her. "Say,
what's this I hear about your not feelin' good?" he asked as the girl
hugged him soundly.
"My froat hurts," she explained, pointing to her neck.
Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young woman
beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene. "It does?" he asked,
grinning at her. "Well maybe this will help make it feel better!" With
that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been holding.
Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened
and she shrieked with delight at the contents. "A doggie!" she cried,
reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy
ears. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene," she bubbled, hugging the toy in her
small arms.
"Uh, this here is Fern," Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful
blonde seated on the sofa.
"You're pretty," Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman
smiled at her.
"Well, thank you," Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth. "I was
just thinking the very same thing about you, Jill."
Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah like
the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come with Gene.
Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward children and she knew
that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young people. Still,
Sarah remained silent while Gene visited with his niece for several
minutes. Relief rippled through her when Gene lifted Jill in his arms and
carried her to her bedroom.
"You better get back in bed, young lady," he lectured with mock
sternness. "'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday mornin'
y'hear?"
The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat
self-consciously. "How long have you been dating Gene?" she asked, a
plastic smile on her face.
"Oh, we don't date, Sarah," the girl quickly explained, smiling
warmly, her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the length of
the brunette's voluptuous figure. "Gene and I are just friends, nothing
more."
Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she could say
anything else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for Fern to
follow him to the door. "Guess we'll be movin' on," he said, "Jill don't
look real sick though. So take good care of her, dear Sarah. And we'll
see you Monday mornin' for sure."
Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door.
She stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports
car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of
sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her, she speculated,
her hopes rising. And he wants me to do whatever I can to convince Fern
that he's a worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely young woman,
Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the curb. Much too good
for someone as contemptible as Gene. Still, if she could get off the hook
by doing her best to convince the beautiful blonde that her brother-in-law
was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a twinge of guilt, that she would play
along with the scheme. Her love for her husband was far stronger than any
twinges of conscience.
Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of those
whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her daughter, noting
with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect health. Although she was
glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her brother-in-
law's scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she brooded about
it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that it was possible that her
brother-in-law had fallen in love with the beautiful blonde and changed
his ways. Could it be that Gene had reformed, was already sorry for what
he'd done the other morning? Although the distraught brunette hoped that
it was true, she was doubtful. Gene seemed as cocky as ever Friday
morning. Still, Sarah simply could not understand why a girl as lovely as
Fern would participate in a scheme involving sexual blackmail. Confusing
as the situation was, the voluptuous brunette was unable to convince
herself that her troubles with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass
much too quickly and Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday morning.
When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his arms
eagerly. Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound coil and
she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her
frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual reserve. After
she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond head to her bosom,
nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the
mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her bright
rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm mouth. They rose in the
air all hot and pink and eager. His kneading fingers felt so good on her
twin hills of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while emitting
a sigh of pleasure. The well-endowed young woman ran her fingers through
her husband's curly hair while he treated her melonous breasts to the
delights of his hands and mouth.
All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples,
leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more. When Mike's
hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered
softly. Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on her! She
quickly compared her husband's timidity with her brother-in-law's
demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing fervently that Mike would
go at her big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the other
morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah had to
admit that his searching mouth and hands had felt good on her naked flesh.
When Gene attacked her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure had coursed
through her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs had come alive,
throbbing in hot appreciation.
Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed to
cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her hungry flesh
but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to allow such candor.
Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned her eager
breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips lowered on hers and she
felt the warmth of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly while
Mike swirled his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and throb. She
slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his
powerful body on hers. Mike was such a big handsome hunk of masculinity
... and she loved him so! The young housewife was certain that her burly
husband was capable of fucking her soundly if only his sexual needs
matched hers. But Mike seemed perfectly content with his tepid brand of
lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of letting him know that she
secretly hungered for more. What good would it do, except to bruise his
ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much more easily sated than hers?
Maybe I'm just oversexed! Sarah found herself thinking once again.
Mike withdrew his mouth to aim his swollen prick at the palpitating
slit between Sarah's legs. The same old position, Sarah thought, opening
her thighs. If only Mike would try fucking me in some new way. Like
having me sit on top of him while he shoves his big prick high into my
cunt! Sarah's cock-starved pussy leaked in warm response at her secret
fantasy. The bud of her bright clitoris swelled hotly and she wished that
Mike would reach down to finger her sensitive organ the way Gene has
teased it the other morning. Just thinking about the forceful manner in
which her brother-in-law had punished her highly responsive nub of
femininity made her oozing love nest throb deliciously. Even more, Sarah
wished that someday Mike would surprise her by forcing her legs apart
while he lowered his fair head between her pale thighs to eat her cunt.
The feel of his warm wet mouth on her steaming gaping tissues would thrill
her to the very depths of her being. Sarah recalled how marvelous the
lips and tongues of the various male models she'd posed with had felt
against her lewdly parted pussy years before. It had been much too long
since the shapely brunette had been treated to such a carnal delight. If
the mouths of total strangers could bring her such strong physical
pleasure, how far greater ecstasy she would know if the man she loved
would ravish her outspread waiting mound of Venus.
Sarah's forbidden thoughts were invaded at the feel of her husband's
huge rod entering her slippery canal. "Ohhh," she sighed, lifting her
pelvis high. In seconds, his great phallic length was filling her
throbbing aperture to full capacity. Oh, Mike was so deliciously big!
Bigger, by far, than any cock she'd ever known. If only he would shove it
into her with greater force! Sarah worked her hips vigorously as Mike
fucked in and out, trying to claim even more of his huge shaft of
masculinity. But Mike seemed to be holding back, the same as always.
Instead of ramming the mouth of her womb on each forward thrust, the way
she craved that he would, his big joint merely tapped her cervix gently
before quickly withdrawing. The harder Sarah pumped, the gentler Mike
fucked her, trying to compensate for her fierce hip movements, as though
he were afraid he might hurt her. The naked brunette breathed hard,
clutching her husband's smooth back, trying, without words, to encourage
him to push harder. But her efforts were in vain. She lay under her
husband feeling both aroused and frustrated. She loved the feel of his
mammoth cock crowding her slick vaginal opening but she longed to feel it
slide in and out of her with greater enthusiasm, to feel it ram her tender
cervix, sending fiery bursts of masochistic pleasure exploding within her.
Fuck, damn you, fuck! she wanted to cry. But her lips refused to
form the forbidden words. Then, to her utter dismay, Sarah felt her
husband's swollen rod pulsate and jerk, sending a hot shower of semen
bursting inside her. His steaming juices splattered against the walls of
her throbbing canal, filling her to overflowing. His milky nectar leaked
from her pulsating tunnel to stain the bedding. Tears of frustration stung
Sarah's eyes as Mike bucked and jerked on top of her, breathing fast and
hard. She felt beads of perspiration form on his back to moisten her
fingertips. Sarah whirled her hips frantically in a desperate attempt to
join her husband in orgasm. Her efforts, however, proved futile. Much as
she hungered for a tension-releasing climax to overtake her body, Sarah
simply could not make it happen. She was still struggling when Mike's
pulsating cock released the last of its turbulent load to grow empty and
soft within her vagina. Her naked body still pounding with need, she felt
her husband's spent organ grow limp, then shrivel into ineffectiveness.
Disappointment stabbed sharply when he withdrew his wormlike appendage
from her unsated cunt to roll over beside her, sighing with satisfaction.
Surely Mike wasn't going to leave her like this, all tense and
aching, every cell in her body screaming for relief! When her husband
reached over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, however, Sarah knew that
their tension had come to an end. Mike must have mistaken Sarah's heavy
breathing for orgasm. It wasn't surprising for the climaxes she
experienced were never very deep or soul-searing. Undoubtedly, her
husband mistook Sarah's frantic pelvic gyrations for total release.
"Night, darling," he said in a contented voice, sliding his muscular
arm around her slender waist. "Sweet dreams."
Sarah's voice was choked as she bade her husband goodnight. She lay
beside him for a long time, her lovely body pounding with need, staring at
the ceiling. Unable to bear the torture of denial, the frustrated
brunette waited until the man she loved was sleeping soundly before she
took drastic measures. Desperate to still the urgent throbbing of her
neglected cunt, Sarah moved away from her husband to slide to the far side
of the bed. When Mike's occasional snores assured her that he was deep in
slumber, Sarah let her hand slide down between her open legs. The
delicious feel of her own fingers between her saturated steaming slit made
her want to gasp with pleasure but she held back, pressing her lips
together.
Waves of forbidden delight rippled through her naked body as her
eager fingers moved up and down the length of her dripping cunt. Soon her
other hand joined in, teasing at the rigid bud of femininity which stood
so hot and willing among her sperm-coated inner membranes. Oh, it felt so
good to flick away at herself like this, making her fiery clitoris grow
even more inflamed. Her jade eyes became thick-lidded and glazed with
lust. Slowly, cautiously, Sarah's hips began to rise from the bed, moving
in circumspect harmony with her masturbating fingers. When Mike rolled
over to his side of the mattress, snoring loudly, the excited brunette
grew braver. She sent the middle finger of her right hand soaring into
her slick vagina while she continued to punish the bright little bud of
sensation with her other hand. Her lips parted and she breathed through
her mouth.
Oh fuck, fuck! she thought, pretending that a warm cock was invading
her wildly-throbbing pussy instead of her own fingers. Deeper, harder!
Make me cum! she cried inwardly, lost in erotic fantasies. But this time
Sarah did not pretend it was her husband's swollen prick inside her
palpitating tunnel of love. Instead, she imagined that a forceful
stranger was fucking her, forcing her to submit to his fierce demands.
Her wild imagining made her split her legs far apart as though she were
surrendering herself to her nameless conqueror. The thought of being
taken against her will in such a forceful manner was the stimulus Sarah
needed to bring her frustrated body to the ultimate peak of excitement
after her husband's lukewarm fucking minutes ago. Oh keep fucking! she
pretended to cry to the imaginary lover, her pelvis rising while she let
her right index finger join the middle finger already twisting in vicious
circles deep within her saturated cuntal cavern. The fingers of her left
hand pinched and twisted her stiff clitoris, driving her fairly mad with
carnal pleasure. Split me in two! her lust-crazed mind thought as her
pounding vaginal opening stretched to accommodate still another eager
finger. Soon all four fingers of Sarah's right hand crowded her dripping
cunt while she pretended that a stranger's immense cock violated her
pounding pussy aperture.
At last, Sarah's eyeballs rolled backward and she bit her lip to keep
from crying out. She felt her saturated vagina swell and convulse, wave
after wave of orgasmic spasms sucking at her fingers while her inflamed
clitoris fluttered wildly under the merciless pressure of her left hand.
Sweat ran down the sides of her face and between her mammoth breasts while
her hips jerked violently. Clamping her teeth down hard on her bottom lip,
the climaxing brunette managed to reduce her carnal outcry to a mere
whimper as she spiraled to the zenith of physical sensation. When at last
her body grew still, only her heart still pounding, the voluptuous
brunette turned her head to glance at her husband. Relief washed over her
when she saw that he was still deep in slumber. Surely, Mike would be
horrified to catch his wife in the humiliating act of self-stimulation.
Still, Sarah felt that she had no choice in the matter. If she had not
sought release with her own fingers, she knew that she would toss and turn
throughout the night while precious sleep escaped her. And Sarah was
convinced, despite her confusion about Fern's role in tomorrow's
activities, that she would need a good night's sleep in order to face
whatever Gene's perverse mind had conjured up.
Withdrawing her saturated fingers from her sated cunt, the lovely
young woman rolled over on her side, sighing contentedly. Her body
relaxed, she soon drifted into a fitful sleep, one that was wrought with
frequent tossing and turning, accompanied by mournful cries. A vivid
nightmare awakened the brunette long before the sun came over the horizon.
Her voluptuous body bathed in nervous perspiration, Sarah lay beside her
sleeping husband with her stomach tied in tight little knots, her eyes
returning at frequent intervals to the illuminated clock beside the bed,
trying, in vain, to hold back the dawn.
Chapter 5
After returning from her trip to the nursery school to drop off her
daughter, Sarah waited tensely for Gene's arrival. Maybe he's changed his
mind, she thought, her hopes rising as the minutes ticked by. It could be
that he and Fern had decided to do something else today instead.
Her hopes were soon dashed, however, at the sight of Gene's red
sports car pulling up to the curb. The nervous brunette stood by the
window to watch Gene and Fern get out and start up the front walk
together. Taking a deep tremulous breath, Sarah straightened her
shoulders and went to the door to let the unwelcomed pair in.
"I take it Jill is in nursery school," Gene said, sauntering into the
livingroom while Fern followed sedately.
Sara nodded, stealing a sidewise glance at the tall slender blonde
behind him. What, she wondered once again, did Gene have in mind?
"Take off your coat, honey," Gene told his lovely companion, as he
shed his leather jacket. "And make yourself right at home."
While Fern removed her coat, revealing a delicate willowy figure,
Sara had to bit her tongue to keep from saying something caustic to her
hateful brother-in-law. How dare he act as if this were his home instead
of his brother's! Her tension etched in her face, the nervous young wife
perched on the edge of a chair, waiting for them to make the first move,
to offer some clue as to what was in store now that the moment she had
dreaded had finally arrived.
Her green eyes darted to Fern again and the beautiful blonde smiled
sympathetically, lowering her slender form onto the sofa with feline
grace. "You seem uncomfortable about all this, Sarah," she said in her
soft-spoken voice. "Please don't be," she urged, her liquid brown eyes
reflecting concern. "Gene here has explained everything to me and believe
me, dear, I understand perfectly."
Sarah gasped, her incredulous gaze shifting to her brother-in-law.
Gene looked back at her with a smug expression on his thin face, obviously
enjoying her discomfort. "He did?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
What right did Gene have telling anyone else about the photos? He
shouldn't have said anything about them to anyone. Sarah had thought he
understood that. Especially when she was going along with him, doing
everything he wanted her to do in order to keep him silent!
Fern nodded, her face softening. "You mustn't be embarrassed by any
of this, my dear," she assured. "After all, it's perfectly understandable
that you should be sexually frustrated after living with an impotent man
for such a long time."
Sarah's jade eyes widened as they slid back to Gene. "Mike ...
impotent?" she echoed, glaring at her brother-in-law. "You mean you told
her that?" she demanded in a shocked tone.
"How else could I explain the fact that you're so hard up for sex?"
Gene asked in an innocent voice, his eyes mocking. His challenging gaze
seemed to be asking a silent question. Would you rather I tell her the
ugly truth, dear sister-in-law? That I'm MAKING you do all this because
of some dirty pictures you posed for?
"It's all right, Sarah," Fern said, misinterpreting the dark-haired
girl's reaction. "I know exactly how you must feel. Just as I understand
your natural curiosity about a homosexual experience. I felt the same way
once. Before I converted to lesbianism."
Sarah felt as if she were on an elevator that had just plummeted from
the penthouse to the lobby in record time. Her stomach lurched at the
impact of the young woman's words. Fern was a lesbian! And Gene expected
Sarah to have sex with her! The thought of having anything to do with
another woman made the shocked brunette's cheeks flame and her stomach
churn with nausea.
Noting her hostess' flaming face, Fern smiled reassuringly. "It's
going to be all right, Sarah," she assured. "I'll make certain of that!"
Sarah listened incredulously as the fine-featured blonde explained how
Gene, knowing that Fern was a lesbian, told her all about his frustrated
and curious sister-in-law, showing Fern the wedding photo he carried in
his wallet. Impressed by Sarah's sultry beauty, Fern eagerly offered her
services.
"You're about to cross the threshold leading to a new and beautiful
experience, Sarah," Fern concluded. "After today, you may not be troubled
by your husband's inability to have sex with you." She gave Sarah a warm
admiring look, her brown eyes settling on the voluminous breasts rising so
proudly under her sweater. "Like me, you may prefer women instead."
Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. "I ... I don't know ..."
"Don't worry," Fern interrupted, silencing her with her slender
hands. "You don't have to make any decisions today. And I won't pressure
you either. But if you do decide that you want to see me again, Sarah,
Gene has my telephone number." She smiled warmly. "I work as a cocktail
waitress from six until three but you can reach me during the day." Her
voice deepened. "If you want to, that is."
Sarah lowered her eyes, her cheeks still burning. She felt her
brother-in-law's eyes upon her and knew, even without looking up, that he
was grinning. Gene had a right to gloat, for he could not have chosen a
more effective way of degrading her. He must hate me even more than I
hate him, she thought, fighting back tears. To make me submit to
something as perverse and unnatural as this!
For a few frantic indecisive moments, Sarah wondered if she should
make them leave, refuse to go along with Gene's bizarre scheme. No wonder
Fern was playing a willing part in this sordid affair. The young woman
was under the false impression that Sarah hungered for a lesbian
experience. But Sarah was not at all certain that she could force herself
to submit to the sexual advances of another woman. Should she refuse to
cooperate and risk the possibility of letting Gene tell Mike about her
sordid past? There was no doubt whatsoever in Sarah's mind that her
brother-in-law would do just that. And as quickly as he could. The
mental picture of her husband's shocked face, his hurt and disillusionment
as he gazed at the lurid photographs that Sarah had posed for, however,
told the distressed brunette that she had only one possible decision. Her
shoulders slumped in defeat. "Well," she asked, turning to her smug-
looking brother-in-law with an air of resignation. "Shall we get this
over with?"
Gene's smile became a leer and his beady eyes narrowed with glee.
This is gonna be good, he thought, licking his lips. Not only do I get me
a free sex show, I get to pay Sarah back for always actin' so high and
mighty with me. Cracking his knuckles, he eyed the two women, eager to
see the pair in action. Sarah ain't gonna be so uppity with me after
today, he thought with perverse satisfaction. His lustful gaze traveled
over the blackmailed young wife's ripe curves while his eager prick
stiffened in anticipation. After Fern was through with Sarah, Gene
planned to have some fun with her as well.
I already fucked her mouth, Gene mused, remembering how pleasurable
his sister-in-law's warm grasping lips had felt around his swollen hunk of
meat, how thoroughly she had sucked him off until he shot his steaming
load into her mouth. But I ain't fucked her pussy. Gene planned to take
care of that oversight today. But first, he wanted to watch the beautiful
blonde lesbian have her way with Sarah. He had never seen two women make
love before and the thought of having a live performance made his balls
tighten.
"Let's start out by gettin' to know each other better," Gene
suggested, getting up to close the drapes. Turning, he grinned at the two
women while he tugged at his sweater. "And I can't think of no better way
to get friendly faster than in the shower!"
Sarah sat unmoving while her brother-in-law quickly shed his clothes
while the lovely blonde began to removed her dress. It wasn't until Fern
had stepped out of the garment, standing in front of them in just her
sheer petticoat that Sarah's trembling hands began to fumble with her own
clothing. Knowing that she could no longer postpone the inevitable, the
reluctant brunette peeled off her sweater and skirt. By the time she was
unhooking her bra, Gene and Fern were both completely nude. Sarah's eyes
quickly darted from her lanky brother-in-law, his growing erection swaying
and bobbing menacingly, to the naked young woman beside him. Sarah gasped
at the undeniable beauty of Fern's long lithe form. Her slender body was
exquisite and Sarah could not help but stare. Her figure was so different
from her own. While Sarah was tall and voluptuous, Fern was statuesque
and willowy, almost regal in her bearing. With her long golden hair
billowing about her shoulders, the beautiful young woman reminded Sarah of
some mythical goddess.
Gazing hypnotically, Sarah removed her bra, spilling forth her
magnificent boobs in naked splendor, the melonous mounds of firm flesh
rising proudly. The half-naked brunette saw the way Fern's liquid brown
eyes flickered in warm appreciation as they lingered on her mammoth tits.
Feeling her rosy nipples tighten into twin rosebuds, Sarah reached for the
elastic waistband of her black lace panties, a strange inexplicable tingle
coursing through her body. The back of her knees suddenly felt weak and
the fuzz-covered mound between her legs fluttered softly. Once she had
shed her panties, Sarah stood in total nudity. The open hunger in the
blonde's face as she quickly appraised Sarah's delectable curves made the
naked brunette's checks grow bright.
"Ah, that's better," Gene praised in a husky voice, his eyes
devouring the two tempting nudes. Gene's big joint felt hot, growing
rapidly at the twin treat before him. Sarah and Fern were such complete
opposites that his hungry gaze slid from one naked female to the other,
taking mental notes. Sarah's enormous tits were gorgeous, a good three
times the size of Fern's, he quickly judged, licking his lips at the sight
of the pale mountainous protrusions with the berrylike crests topping
them. His beady eyes slid back to the fair-haired young woman. But Fern
had an understated beauty that made his extending prick throb just as
hungrily. Although the tall blonde's breasts were small, the pale spheres
were perfectly shaped, their delicate nipples jutting perkily. Her waist
was extremely small, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips. The bright
tuft of her dark triangle made her fair skin appear almost alabaster by
contrast. Her parted legs were long and well-shaped and her pert little
ass protruded saucily as she stood watching the horrified housewife, two
bright spots of excitement dotting her high cheekbones. Too bad Fern's
queer, Gene thought with a twinge of regret, his fiery cock twitching in
appreciation. She'd make a real tasty piece! "Now whaddya say we head
for the bathroom!"
Leading the way, Gene sauntered down the hall, his crimson cock
bobbing in front of him. Sarah and Fern followed, padding down the
carpeted hallway in silence. When the naked trio entered the bathroom,
Gene slid the shower doors open to reach for the bright nozzles. His pale
buttocks jutting boldly at the two women, the lanky young man bent over
the tub, the hairy slit of his asshole winking merrily. He tested the
temperature of the water, then switched the lever so that a fine spray
came from the shower head. "Okay, gals," Gene announced, grinning over
his shoulder. "Ladies first."
When Sarah shot Fern a hesitant glance, the beautiful blonde flashed
an encouraging smile, gesturing for Sarah to go ahead of her. Sarah
turned to her brother-in-law and shot him a venomous look when she saw the
salacious expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, she tensed and
stepped into the glass enclosure. Fern quickly followed, standing behind
her. Gene entered the stall last, closing the glass door behind him.
Sarah gasped at the feel of the warm spray upon her naked body. Gene
stood in front of the brunette so that she was nestled between him and the
tall blonde. Reaching for the bar of soap in the dish beside them, Gene
rubbed the bar between his hands to create a foamy lather. He gave the
fragrant bar to his sister-in-law, ordering her to lather up. "Soon as
you get some suds, pass it on to Fern, sweetie."
Sarah did as she was told, turning the slippery bar over in her hands
until they were thick with foam. As she turned around to give the bar to
the woman behind her, Sarah suddenly uttered a small cry of protest. For
Gene's soapy hand had slid unexpectedly into the slit of her unsuspecting
pussy. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, his fingers digging into the
sensitive folds of her inner cunt. "Spread your legs, sweetie, so I can
get at you better."
Feeling trapped, Sarah split her thighs, gasping at the feel of her
brother-in-law's probing fingers. They slid across the entire length of
her parted slot, flicking across the nub of her clitoris before moving
backward along the grooves and crevices of her open cunt, titillating and
caressing. The lather on his hands made his fingers slide easily and
Sarah felt her gaping tissues swell in response to his probings. A warm
pleasant sensation swirled across her pelvis and her sensual lips parted.
The combination of the tingling spray of water on her shoulders and
breasts along with Gene's exploring fingers was turning her on. Ashamed
of her reaction, the naked brunette tried to still the growing response of
her body, the gentle throbbing that was starting between her outspread
legs. I'm not enjoying this! she tried to tell herself. This whole
sordid affair is disgusting and humiliating. But the steady palpitations
of her stimulated cunt ignored her silent lecture, increasing in strength
and tempo. Her thigh muscles tensed when Gene forcefully thrust his
forefinger up her vaginal opening, swirling it deliciously before
withdrawing it to tease the tight ring of her inviolate anus. He circled
the puckered aperture several times, making Sarah suck in her breath. No
one had ever caressed her asshole before and the new sensation made her
tingle with delight. Even though she detested the man who was touching
her tight sphincter muscle, Sarah could not control the quick response of
her treacherous body. She felt a stab of disappointment when Gene drew
his hand away. In moments, however, he was rubbing both his hands over
the rounded curve of her buttocks, caressing and kneading the pale mounds
of flesh with eager fingers.
"You've sure got a nice ass, honey," he whispered in her ear as the
fine spray of warm water kept splashing across their shoulders. "But
don't you think Fern looks kinda lonesome? Whaddya say you soap up those
pretty little tits of hers."
Even though Gene had chosen his words carefully, for the benefit of
the phony story he'd given the willowy blonde, Sarah knew all too well
that her brother-in-law had just issued a command. And if she knew what
was good for her, she better obey it. Sarah looked up to find herself
gazing into the liquid brown eyes of the lovely blonde. The naked desire
reflected there gave Sarah a strange feeling. She lowered her eyes to the
twin hills of femininity rising so delicately from Fern's bosom and felt
an inexplicable flutter between her legs. She had never touched a female
breast before, even innocently. Now that she was about to caress another
woman with the intent of bringing her physical pleasure, Sarah found
herself becoming aroused. The way her nineteen-year-old brother-in-law's
hands were massaging her bare ass added fuel to the fires of her passion.
Her pussy throbbed with greater urgency and Sarah felt the warm nectar of
her womanhood trickle from her vagina.
"Don't be shy," Fem said in a velvety voice, a small smile curving
her lovely lips. "I want you to touch me, Sarah. Just like I want to
touch you." Her dark eyes growing dreamy, the naked young woman reached
down to cup her lathered hand over the curly mass of pubic hair between
Sarah's outstretched legs. The brunette gasped as Fern's hand applied
pressure, then moved in slow sensuous circles, lovingly shampooing the
voluptuous young woman's fuzzy cunt. The fact that another female was
touching her in such an intimate spot brought color to Sarah's cheeks.
Suddenly she longed to touch the beautiful blonde's exquisite breasts, to
feel the soft mounds of forbidden flesh under her fingers.
Moaning, Sarah's hands reached out to cup the twin globes. The firm
smooth flesh felt pleasant and Sarah found her hands moving in slow wet
circles. Almost as if they possessed a will of their own, her fingers
kneaded the ivory tits, creating a foamy lather that the shower spray
quickly washed away. Fern's delicate nipples tightened under Sarah's
ministrations and the excited brunette let her fingers slide across the
pink rosettes. The stiff nubs felt nice under her fingers, a totally new
sensation, and Sarah was pleased at the way they rose in quick response.
Eager to bring Fern greater pleasure, she opened her hands to aim her
palms at each distended nipple. Moving her hands in quick circles, she
rubbed her palms across each fiery nub. She heard Fern gasp, then felt
the blonde's fingers move downward to slip into the gaping folds of her
inner pussy. Sarah's legs trembled and she split them even further to
accommodate the beauty's searching fingers. While Fern fingered her
throbbing cunt, Gene reached from behind to enclose Sarah's mammoth tits
in his hands, kneading them vigorously, making her breath come in hot
little gasps. Sarah abandoned the palming of Fern's distended nipples in
order to grasp her pert little breasts the way Gene was grasping hers,
good and hard. Whimpering, Sarah squeezed the twin hills of flesh
enthusiastically, her excitement mounting. She heard her brother-in-law
chuckle in her ear but suddenly it did not matter that he was laughing at
her. Nothing mattered now except the wonderful way that Fern was
exploring her throbbing pussy while Gene played with her tits. The
combined carnal treat, along with the thrilling new experience of fondling
another woman's breasts, was almost more than the excited brunette could
bear. Her heart pounded and her breathing grew ragged. She forgot her
solemn oath to refrain from displaying any signs of physical enjoyment in
front of her vile brother-in-law. She forgot everything but the frantic
beat of her steaming cunt. Gene's fingers moved to her nipples, twisting
and pinching the fiery nubs while Fern's fingers toyed with her oily slit.
Finding the stiff nub of her clitoris, the beautiful blonde squeezed it
between her fingers. Sarah's hips began to move in heated circles while
catlike mewlings came from her throat. Encouraged, the lovely blonde
flicked her forefinger back and forth across the fiery nub until Sarah
arched her back and cried out in orgasm, her hands still kneading Fern's
breasts just as Gene was squeezing her big tits. "Aghhhhhhh!" she cried,
her pelvis bucking.
"Did you cum good, honey?" Fern asked when at last the brunette's
hips grew still and her heavy breathing subsided.
"Sure she did," Gene answered, dropping his hands from his sister-in-
law's delectable boobs. "Christ, couldn't you tell? She was jerkin' so
hard I could hardly hold onto her goddamn tits!"
Fern looked pleased. "See, Sarah?" she said, smiling at the
brunette. "Didn't I tell you it would be all right? Just wait till I get
you into bed, honey," she added, her dark eyes thick-lidded and bright
with lust. "I'm going to make you feel even better!"
"Then what are we waitin' for?" Gene asked, turning the knobs to shut
off the water. He could scarcely wait for the show to begin. He opened
the glass door and stepped onto the soft oval rug. "C'mon, ladies," he
said, reaching for a towel. "Let's get nice and dry, then head for the
bedroom. Here," he said, handing Sarah a towel as she emerged from the
stall. "You dry me first, then you and Fern can have a go at each other."
Fern waited behind the sliding glass door while the naked brunette
rubbed the towel across her brother-in-law's slender body. A hot stab of
jealousy ripped through her, making the willowy blonde even more
determined to give Sarah a rich and satisfying sexual experience. Sarah
is much to good for a boor like Gene, Fern thought, her dark eyes focusing
on the brunette's tempting ass. I wonder what she sees in him anyway.
Sexually stimulated by the sight of Sarah's pale moons, the beautiful
lesbian made up her mind to show the uninitiated young woman how
satisfying a lesbian relationship could be. Men are such clods, she
thought, noting the goosebumps on Sarah's naked flesh. All they think
about is their own pleasure!
When Sarah reached Gene's distended cock, the young man leered down
at her. "Make sure you dry my prick real good, sweetie," he said. "It's
the most important part of my anatomy," he added with a chuckle.
Sarah dropped to her knees, rubbing the turkish towel briskly across
his crimson pole of masculinity, making it grow even more. She derived no
pleasure, however, from her submissive act. Instead, she felt only
contempt for the man who was forcing her to cater to his every whim.
"Now do my balls!" he ordered, spreading his legs. He grinned as his
sister-in-law drew the towel back and forth across his swollen testicles.
"Kiss me!" he commanded, aiming his vast spear at her mouth. The obvious
discomfort on Sarah's face increased his pleasure.
Feeling debased, the naked brunette lifted her face to plant a series
of soft kisses upon his purple lust-bloated rod. To kneel before her
contemptible brother-in-law was humiliating in itself. But to do so in
front of an audience was even worse. Painfully aware of Fern's presence,
Sarah felt her cheeks flush with shame. She must think I LIKE doing this,
Sarah realized. That Gene is my lover. The beautiful blonde had no
inkling that Sarah actually despised her brother-in-law, that the
unprincipled young man was forcing Sarah to make love to him.
"My balls too," he said, gazing down at his nakedly squatting young
woman with a triumphant grin. He enjoyed having her completely at his
mercy like this, waiting on him like an unpaid servant while Fern watched
hungrily. Not only did it feed his ego, but it also excited him to know
that the naked blonde lusted for Sarah, that she was undoubtedly envious
of the way the curvaceous brunette was slavering kisses upon his genitals.
Fern probably wishes Sarah was kissin' her pussy instead of my prick and
balls, he thought with a smirk. But the impatient lesbian's turn, he
knew, would soon come. From a spectator's point of view, Gene was almost
as anxious as Fern was for that moment to arrive.
Shuddering, Sarah lowered her reluctant lips to the prickly sacs
dangling under Gene's distended joint, forcing herself to press them
against his warm testes. The scent of his masculinity touched her
nostrils as she obeyed his command. "Now dry my legs, honey," he told
her. "And make it snappy, 'cause Fern is gettin' all hot and bothered
watchin' us." After Sarah dutifully blotted her brother-in-law's spindly
legs, the lanky young man stepped back, gesturing for Fern to come
forward. "She's all yours, honey," he said with a salacious grin.
As the statuesque blonde stepped from the shower, Gene handed both
her and Sarah fresh towels. "Go to it, dolls," he invited, his beady eyes
bright with lust.
Sarah turned to face the beautiful young woman, her enormous boobs
tightening into melonous mounds of firm flesh. Gene felt his hot penis
lurch while he watched the two naked women rub their towels across each
other's naked bodies. This, he knew, was only the preliminaries. The real
fun hadn't even started. The slender young man was curious about the
manner in which the two females would make love. Is Fern gonna eat her
cunt? he wondered, reaching down to grasp his distended rod. And suck her
tits? Or is she going to shove her finger up her cunt? Whatever Fern
planned to do, Gene felt certain that Sarah would wind up enjoying
herself. Just as she had enjoyed herself minutes before in the shower.
No matter what my brother thinks of her, Sarah's really just a two-bit
whore, he thought. And once I have my fun with her, I'll make sure he
finds that out.
Once the two women had blotted their bodies dry, Gene hurried the
naked pair into the master bedroom. His vast hunk of meat twitching in
hot anticipation for the show which was about to begin, he quickly lowered
the bedspread, motioning for the two females to hop on the mattress.
"Seein' I brought you two together," he said with a lecherous smile, "I'm
sure you won't mind if I watch." He laughed, pulling the boudoir chair up
to the side of the bed for a front-row view. "Who knows, I might even
learn somethin'!"
Feeling apprehensive and self-conscious, Sarah lowered herself onto
the bed, wondering what was in store for her. Assuring her she'd be right
back, the willowy blonde hurried into the livingroom to return with a
large shoulder bag which she placed on the floor beside the bed. "Roll
over on your tummy, Sarah," Fern said in a soft voice, joining the
curvaceous brunette in bed. "While I try to massage some of the tension
from your body."
Sarah turned over on her stomach, the ripe curve of her pale buttocks
rising saucily. The naked blonde squatted on top of her with her parted
pussy touching the small of Sarah's back. The feel of Fern's fuzzy vulva
lips and blossoming inner cunt against her bare skin was such a new
sensation that Sarah felt a warm tingle course through her. Then the
lovely blonde began to stroke her naked flesh, caressing and kneading the
tight muscles of Sarah's back. As Fern's gentle fingers moved downward,
Sarah felt her rigid muscles relax. She had never been massaged before
and found it to be a pleasant experience despite the bizarre
circumstances. "Now turn over on your back," Fem instructed, her lips
brushing the brunette's ear before she dismounted.
Sarah did as she was ordered, her voluminous breasts rising
majestically. She saw the hungry way that the beautiful lesbian eyed her
mammoth tits and the obvious lust in her dark eyes made Sarah's rosy
nipples spring to life, blooming like twin rosebuds. Fern's warm gaze
traveled from the vast mounds of femininity down the soft rise of Sarah's
smooth abdomen to the dark triangle of down nestled between her legs. Her
lips parted, the naked blonde let her fingertips trace a gentle trail
along the path her eyes were taking. Her touch was light and feathery
like that of soft butterflies. Sarah felt a slow warmth creep across her
pelvis as Fern's caressing fingers lowered to her smooth thighs.
Goosebumps rose on her naked flesh at the other woman's touch. "Spread
your legs, honey," Fern asked, her voice breathless.
Sarah turned her dark head to look at her brother-in-law who sat
beside the bed, breathing hard while he fingered the gaping tip of his
swollen penis. His lust-bloated organ was magenta, deeply veined, and
hotly quivering. The shiny knoblike head glistened from the warm
precoital juices that dribbled forth. She caught Gene's eye and his
warning look told her that she better do as Fern requested. Feeling
helpless, she split her legs apart to reveal the coralline tissues of her
inner cunt. Exposing herself like this for another woman caused her cheeks
to flame. At the same time, an undeniable thrill shot through her, making
her gaping pussy flutter deliciously. What she was doing was perverse and
scandalous but it was also forbidden and strangely exciting. The fact
that her brother-in-law was watching her obscene performance made it even
more stimulating. Now that the moment she had dreaded had finally
arrived, to open the most intimate part of her anatomy to another woman,
Sarah could not deny the humiliating fact that she was sexually aroused.
She never thought it could happen, but it was happening right now. She
was being turned on by a member of her own sex! She gasped at the feel of
Fern's hands stroking her soft inner thighs. Ripples of forbidden delight
coursed through her when the lovely blonde lowered her hands to the fuzzy
V between her outstretched legs to separate the hair-lined lips of her
vulva. Sarah's bright inner pussy blossomed like delicate pink petals,
the nub of her clitoris fluttering involuntarily as the telltale oils of
her arousal trickled from her vaginal opening.
"Mmmmmmmmm, what a juicy pussy you have, honey," Fern murmured in a
husky voice, gazing dreamily at the lewdly parted tissues. She saw a
milky droplet of feminine syrup trickle from the brunette's secret slot
and she licked her lips, hungry for the taste of the sweet nectar upon her
hungry tongue. Her eyes heavy lidded and glassy, the excited blonde
lowered her head between Sarah's wide open legs. She heard Sarah's soft
moan as her tongue darted out to flick across her sensitive cuntal
tissues. The smooth feel of the slick membranes upon her lingual member
made the willowy young woman moan with joy. The scent of Sarah's arousal
graced her nostrils, stimulating her even more. She smelled so sweet and
clean and deliciously feminine. The knowledge that the voluptuous
brunette was uninitiated to the joys of lesbianism made Fern's own
throbbing cunt drip with excitement. It was always such a thrill to make
love to a woman who was virginal. To the devout lesbian, Sarah was every
bit as much as a virgin as though she still had her cherry. Heterosexual
experience did not count as far as she was concerned. After all, Fern had
let men fuck her in the past too. But it wasn't until she had first
submitted to the embraces of another woman, that Fern felt her real sex
life actually begin.
Determined to make Sarah enjoy her introduction to female lovemaking
as much as she herself had years before, Fern swirled her warm tongue up
and down the entire length of Sarah's oily slit. She let the pointed tip
of her oral member jab and titillate, darting among the many folds and
crevices lining the young woman's gaping pussy. She let her tongue slide
up the brunette's oozing vagina, moving in vigorous circles before quickly
withdrawing to travel down to the unsuspecting ring of her tight little
anus. She drew lazy circles around the sensitive sphincter muscles,
feeling the split-legged young wife's hips jerk at her unexpected oral
caress. Fern's hot pussy was palpitating wildly as she tongued the dark-
haired woman's widespread cunt. Wet slurping sounds filled the room,
accompanied by Sarah's heavy breathing. A soft whimper escaped Sarah's
throat when Fern's tongue returned to her heavily secreting split, pausing
to apply sudden pressure on the swollen nub of her clitoris.
Gene toyed with his hot pounding prick as he sat watching the two
naked females perform. The sight of the lovely blonde devouring his
sister-in-law's gaping cunt and the wet slurping sounds of her swirling
tongue had his balls churning as the open glans of his pulsating rod
dribbled with excitement. Christ, look at Fern eat her pussy, he thought,
his thin face flushed. And look at the way Sarah's enjoyin' it. He
grinned knowingly at the frantic jerks of his sister-in-law's pelvis, the
erratic sounds of her breathing. He saw the way her delectable nipples
had risen into bright rigid nodules and knew, without a doubt, that Sarah
was deriving intense pleasure from the lesbian's voraciously lapping
tongue. Just as he knew that later, when Sarah had regained her senses,
she would be thoroughly humiliated by the knowledge that he had observed
her forbidden enjoyment. An ugly smile tugged at his lips. By the time
he was through with his sister-in-law, Gene knew that she would have
virtually no secrets from him. Gene would know all her secret lusts, her
deepest and most perverse sexual desires. Yes, he would see that Sarah
was thoroughly exposed and debased before he blew the whistle on her to
his unsuspecting brother!
Her breath coming in excited gasps, Sarah no longer cared that what
she was doing was thought to be unnatural and wrong. Just as she no
longer cared that the man she detested was watching her heated response.
All that mattered now was the marvelous sensations tearing through her
naked body, thanks to the beautiful blonde female whose head was nestled
between her lewdly splayed legs. Her steaming cunt was swollen and
throbbing, leaking profusely. Her creamy nectar flowed from her
palpitating slit to be quickly lapped up by Fern's slithering tongue.
Being fucked and eaten like this was wonderful, glorious! The fact that a
member of the same sex was bringing her such carnal pleasure only fanned
the flames of her passion. Her belly was a feverish mass of hot physical
sensation. Her split legs trembled and her hips moved in sporadic jerks.
Catlike mewlings, came from her throat, and her head tossed back and forth
on the pillow. Oh what wonderful things Fern's tongue was doing as it
slithered up and down the throbbing length of her secreting pussy hole.
At maddening intervals, the warm lingual member darted up her slick
vagina, driving her wild with passion.
Splitting her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, the
lust-crazed young woman reached down to entwine her fingers through her
lover's long golden tresses. She twisted and tugged at the woman's hair
in a frenzied effort to draw her head closer, to claim even more of her
wonderful spiraling oral member. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she cried in a high-
pitched voice, swirling her hips in the air. Fiery bursts of pleasure shot
through her naked body as Fern's talented tongue continued to treat her
pounding cunt. Every cell in the panting brunette's luscious body
responded to the artful ministrations of the beautiful blonde whose face
was buried between her trembling legs. Sarah could not imagine a more
marvelous sensation than the feel of Fern's long lingual member laving the
leaking length of her steaming slit, darting up the spongy depths of her
cavernous cuntal tunnel before withdrawing to swirl among her gaping
petals to cleanse her sensitive tissues of the milky nectar that flowed so
copiously from her slick vagina.
She whimpered in protest when the lesbian suddenly lifted her head
from between her legs to move to the side of the bed. "Don't stop!" Sarah
begged, lifting her hips hungrily. "Oh, please keep sucking me!"
"I will, honey," Fern assured in a throaty voice, reaching down to
remove something from her purse. "In a way that you'll like even better!"
With that, the beautiful blonde aimed a rubber dildo at the brunette's
pleading pussy. Fern saw Sarah's oily slit part lasciviously as she
pushed the immense knobby tip into her oozing aperture. At first, she had
difficulty in making Sarah's cuntal opening stretch wide enough to
accommodate the massive head. After a slight hesitation, however, the
brunette's flowing slit opened wide to receive the huge dildo. Her own
pussy palpitating wildly at the knowledge of the supreme pleasure she was
about to bring to the salaciously split-legged young woman in front of
her, Fern shoved the big dildo into her creamy aperture, watching the
greedy manner in which her eager pussy swallowed the plastic organ.
"How's this, honey?" she asked in a ragged voice, fucking the young
woman's slick canal with well-practiced expertise.
"Oooooohhh!" Sarah cried as the incredible rubber prick invaded her
milky tunnel of love. "Oh Jesus!" she gasped, feeling the vast object
crowd her wet cavern. Whatever Fern was fucking her with, it was even
bigger than her husband's huge cock. She felt the walls of her vagina
widen in order to receive the immense invader. "Oh Christ, what is it?"
she gasped, growing lighthearted at the mind-blowing new experience her
pussy was being subjected to.
"A dildo, Sarah," Fern told her, her voice breathless. "A super-size
imitation prick. Just relax, sweetie," she urged, her cunt leaking with
excitement. The massive object she was forcing into the brunette's
uninitiated slit was Fern's very favorite dildo, the one she most loved to
be fucked with. It had brought the beautiful lesbian countless hours of
sexual joy and she knew, from experience, just how glorious it felt as it
slowly disappeared into her secret depths.
Holy shit! Gene thought, his eyes widening at the unbelievable size
of the rubber organ being rammed into his sister-in-law's cock-starved
cunt. Will you look at the size of that fuckin' thing! Breathing hard, he
craned his neck for a better view of Sarah's violated slit, wondering if
the massive intruder would split her in two. He dug the tip of his
forefinger into the open glans of his hot bubbling penis, his excitement
mounting at the perverse activity. His quivering rod was pounding and his
balls felt tight and heavy under the weight of their turgid cargo.
The huge dildo soon filled Sarah's cuntal opening to full capacity
with inches to spare. Giving the sex-gadget a hearty push, Fern sent it
pumping against the mouth of the brunette's womb, causing hot bursts of
masochistic pleasure to explode inside her. Sarah emitted a guttural cry,
bright flashes of luminous color whirling in her head. She did not think
that she could bear the immensity of the artificial cock another second.
It was so incredibly huge that her violated vagina was stretched to a new
diameter, protesting with a heavy junglelike beat. "Oh stop!" she gasped,
drawing her knees up sharply. But Fern ignored her plea, slowly
withdrawing the plastic object until all but the very tip of its massive
head was protruding from her screaming tunnel. The fake cock was coated
with the oils of her femininity, glistening wetly as it emerged from her
aching pussy. Her cheeks flushed, Fern shoved the dildo in again, pushing
harder this time. Sarah arched her back as the imitation prick pounded
her tender cervix, making her head spin. "Oh please!" she gasped, her
legs trembling. But Fern withdrew it again, faster this time, only to
more forcefully ram once more. Again and again she fucked the helpless
brunette with the artificial penis, ignoring her cries of protest.
As the merciless invasions continued, it wasn't long before Sarah's
cries altered, changing from cries of pain to undeniable cries of
pleasure. The knees she had drawn up opened wide and her pelvis began to
move in vigorous circles. Her full lips parted and her eyes were
practically closed. The bright nipples of her uplifted breasts rose
majestically, aiming at the ceiling while the melonous mounds of pale
fresh surrounding them tightened into firm hills of excitement. Sweat
formed on her naked body as she worked in frantic harmony with the
lesbian's persistent fuckings. Suddenly, she could not get enough of the
fierce poundings. She lifted her hips in sporadic jerks, trying to grasp
even more of the magnificent dildo. But the rubber object was immersed as
deeply into her pounding vagina as it would go, bumping into her cervix at
every invasion. Sarah's sweating body was on fire. Perspiration ran down
the sides of her face and along her scalp, making her hair curl into damp
ringlets around her face. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she shrieked, responding
wildly. "Deeper, harder!" Fern obeyed her command, ramming her viciously
with the imitation penis.
To increase the brunette's pleasure, the beautiful lesbian reached
down to flick her fingers across the stiff bud of Sarah's clitoris. The
fiery nub grew crimson under her touch and Sarah's hips spun even more
crazily. "Rip me apart!" she screamed, panting heavily. Her whole body
was bathed in perspiration and the bed creaking under the weight of her
heavy thrashings. The double treat of being so cruelly fucked and having
her sensitive clitoris teased proved too much for the excited brunette.
Suddenly she cried out in wild abandon, her hands clawing at the bedding.
"Aghhhhhh!" she cried, bucking and thrashing on the bed like a fish out of
water. The saturated walls of her tormented vagina rippled and convulsed
in great pulsating waves of carnal ecstasy as a soul-searching orgasm tore
through Sarah's hotly quivering body. At last, her spastic jerkings
subsided and her sated body grew still.
"Did I make you happy, Sarah?" Fern asked, her dark eyes glittering
as she withdrew the dildo from the brunette's contented pussy.
"Oh yesssssss," she murmured, gazing down at the lovely blonde who
had just given her such carnal pleasure. "It was wonnnnderfulll!"
"Then make me happy too, honey," she begged, rising on her knees to
spread the lips of her fuzzy vulva, exposing the glistening coralline
tissues within, the bright bud of her clitoris beckoning. "Fuck me the way
I just fucked you. Oh please, Sarah! Shove the dildo deep into my cunt!"
Sarah gazed at the naked pleading lesbian with a warm rush of emotion
consuming her. Fern had made her feel good. Her body was still tingling
from the vigorous fucking she'd just given her. Suddenly Sarah wanted to
do the same thing for her, to give the beautiful blonde the same intense
physical pleasure that she herself had just enjoyed. Breathing hard, the
two women reversed positions. Fern rolled over on her back as Sarah
quickly knelt between her legs just as Fern had done moments earlier. Now
it was Fern's turn to receive just as Sarah had under the lesbian's artful
ministrations. The beautiful blonde had given Sarah so much, brought her
body to such new and inconceivable heights. Now it was her turn. "Spread
your legs, honey," Sarah said in a thick unnatural voice, strangely
excited at the obscene act she was about to perform. She lifted the
enormous dildo from the bed, noting the way it was still coated with the
syrups of her femininity.
"Put it in!" Fern begged, splitting her long legs wide. "I want to
feel your hot pussy juices blend with mine!"
Sarah did as she urged, rubbing the shimmering tip of the massive
pseudo-cock in wet uncertain circles until she found the right opening.
Fern's eager aperture sucked at the huge dildo hungrily, quickly
swallowing its mushroomlike head. She must be all stretched out from it,
Sarah thought, noting the ease with which the blonde's grasping vagina
accepted the invading rubber object. She must fuck with it all the time!
"Oh fuck me hard!" Fern begged, lifting her hips. Sarah pushed at
the dildo, feeling it stop when it struck the lesbian's cervix. She
quickly withdrew the rubber organ, fucking the willowy blonde with the
same fervor that she herself had been treated to. Thoroughly familiar
with the oversize dildo, Fern's wet cunt sucked greedily, her saturated
tissues clinging to the object with each withdrawal. Sarah went at her
with gusto, fascinated by the ability of her slick tunnel to consume the
vast sex-gadget. Fern's pelvis whirled frantically and her lips parted,
baring her pearly teeth. "Oh that's good!" she moaned, lifting her hips
to meet each forceful inward thrust. "You fuck good, sweetie!"
His fiery prick ready to explode at the carnality taking place just
inches away, Gene could contain himself no longer. Breathing heavily, he
rose from the chair, his beady eyes focused on Sarah's uplifted ass as she
bent over the naked blonde, totally intent on fucking her pussy with the
rubber prick. Gene hurried to the foot of the bed, his steaming cock
aching with lust. Scrambling up on the mattress, he positioned himself
directly behind his sister-in-law, eyeing the tempting slit of her wide
open vagina. Aiming the bubbling tip at the slick opening, he thrust his
swollen rod into her cunt-smeared slot, his testicles slapping her
buttocks.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried, ramming the dildo in even further at
the unexpectedness of her brother-in-law's warm joint spearing her pussy.
His hands slid down to cup her large dangling breasts while he fucked in
and out of her with ball-slapping enthusiasm. He kneaded her firm tits,
then reached down to pluck at her nipples, twisting and pinching the rosy
nubs. His punishing fingers sent fiery tingles of pleasure coursing
through Sarah's mammoth tits. The way he was punishing her hot rosettes
made her tender nipples ache with simultaneous pain and pleasure. This
was the way Sarah longed for her husband to toy with her big boobs.
"Mmmmmmmm," Sarah moaned, "that feels goood!" The dual carnal treat of
having the bright tips of her breasts so deliciously manipulated and her
pussy pounded savagely from the rear made the hot juices of her womanhood
flow once again. It had been such an incredibly long time since she had
been screwed like this. Not since the days of her secret modeling career.
This was one of the many ways the lovely brunette longed to have her
husband shove his thick penis into her. The feel of a swollen cock
ramming her from such a sharp angle made the warm hunk of meat seem even
bigger, more demanding. Her cunt throbbing in heated response, Sarah
wriggled her pale moons excitedly, lifting her bare ass high in the air.
"Oh keep fucking!" she begged, pushing her ass backward to meet her
brother-in-law's every pounding forward thrust. "And keep pinching my
tits! Squeeze harder!" In her excitement, the panting brunette
automatically shoved the huge rubber dildo in and out of the split-legged
lesbian's drooling pussy with renewed vigor.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" Fern moaned, lifting her pelvis and whirling-it in
sporadic circles. "Deeper, faster!" Her pulpy throbbing canal sucked
greedily each time the pseudo-prick disappeared into its inner depths,
then clung lovingly on each withdrawal. Seeing the lustful expression on
the brunette's flushed face as her brother-in-law twisted and tugged at
the ends of her big boobs while he speared her pussy from behind
stimulated the lesbian even more. Her violated aperture pulsated wildly,
her responsive body climbing faster and faster toward the apex of physical
sensation.
Gene grunted, sweat trickling down his naked torso as he pounded the
voluptuous woman in front of him. He could hear the beautiful lesbian's
heated moans and outcries as well as his sister-in-law's wanton pleas.
The raggedness of their labored breathing, the wet sucking noises of
Fern's grasping vagina, and the slapping sounds of Gene's huge testicles
spanking Sarah's uplifted asscheeks also filled the air. Gene's fiery
prick pounded furiously, thrilling to the luscious wetness of Sarah's
cuntal opening, the stimulating feel of her cervix bumping the bubbling
tip of his crimson rod with each vigorous fuck. "Feel good, baby?" he
asked, panting in her ear.
"Oh yesssssss!" she responded, wiggling her ass as she shoved the
massive dildo into the blonde's creamy slot.
"Like the way I fuck?"
"Yesssssss!" she replied, hot bursts of carnal sensation tearing
through her flaming body.
"Deeper, harder!" Fern begged, opening her long legs farther while
she swirled her hips high in the air. "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"
The realization that all three of them were thrilling to carnal
delights at the same time made Gene's pistoning cudgel swell to the
bursting point. He'd never been part of such a mind-blowing orgy before,
and now he could no longer contain himself. His flying fingers flicked
away at Sarah's pointed nipples mercilessly. Hurling his slender hips
forward in a few final jerks, his pummeling rod suddenly exploded within
Sarah's oily depths, sending a shower of hot semen splattering against the
walls of her slick vagina. "Oh Christ!" he cried, His sweating body
bucking wildly. "I'm cumming Aghhhhhhh!"
The increased fervor of his violent fuckings, as well as the
unrelenting way he was torturing her breasts, brought the bent brunette to
the same feverish pitch like the young man positioned behind her. Crying
out in wild abandon, Sarah rammed the dildo deep into the blonde's starved
pussy while her own vaginal walls rippled and convulsed in another
powerful orgasm.
The final thrust of the massive dildo was so powerful that Fern
arched her back, suspended in midair for a few breathtaking moments while
blinding kaleidoscopes of color whirled within her head. Then her naked
body jerked and bucked as she emitted a high-pitched catlike wail. The
bed shook as all three surrendered themselves to shattering orgasms, their
naked sweating bodies working in unholy unison.
At last, the wailing ceased and their bodies grew still. Sarah
collapsed on top of the sated lesbian while her brother-in-law fell on top
of both of them in a crumpled heap. While Gene's spent penis emptied the
last of its fiery contents into his sister-in-law's contented cunt, the
three of them lay panting. A rapturous expression graced the lesbian's
beautiful face as she lay with the oversize dildo still protruding from
her purring satisfied pussy. It was not until their labored breathing
diminished and their heartbeats had returned to normal, that the naked
trio drew apart.
While Gene got up to go to the washroom, Fern withdrew the nectar-
coated dildo from her dripping cunt. "That was fabulous, Sarah," she
said, turning to smile at the curvaceous brunette. Her voice grew husky
and her lips curved into a dreamy smile. "I hope we see each other again,
honey," she added. "I'll be waiting to hear from you!"
Although Sarah said nothing, she knew that she would never contact
the beautiful lesbian. True, Sarah had enjoyed the young woman's sexual
attentions but she was thoroughly ashamed of herself for having done so.
All she wanted to do now was to forget all about what had taken place here
this morning, to blot the entire incident from her mind. She had done
what her vile brother-in-law had forced her to do and she was not proud of
the part she had played in today's perverse orgy. And she hated the way
her body had betrayed her once again by responding to the lewd activity.
Now that her passion was spent, her sanity returned and her face flamed
with shame and humiliation. Maybe this will be the end of it, she hoped,
biting her lip. Maybe now Gene will be satisfied.
But Sarah would soon learn otherwise. When Gene would bring along
his roommate Lenny the following Wednesday!
Chapter 6
The physical satisfaction that Sarah derived from the illicit sex
acts she'd engaged in with her brother-in-law and his lesbian friend was
short-lived. Once her lust-crazed body had been satisfied, guilt rushed
in to settle over her like a dark cloud. It was a familiar feeling for
the lovely brunette. She had felt exactly the same way after each
pornographic session she had posed for during the time of her mother's
illness. Although the voluptuous young woman had responded
enthusiastically during the lurid filmings, the warm glow of her body
never endured. Once her passion was spent and her mind, rather than her
body, was in control again, Sarah was always throughly ashamed of her wild
response. Still, she simply could not stop herself from enjoying the
forbidden sexual acts she participated in for the camera. Right or wrong,
she liked the feel of a warm mouth against her breasts and she could not
prevent the delicious tingles of pleasure from rippling through her when
some man sucked voraciously, anymore than she could keep her legs from
splitting wide and trembling with excitement whenever a talented tongue
slid across the sensitive throbbing tissues of her gaping pussy. Having
her cunt eaten was a marvelous sensation, one that Sarah enjoyed
thoroughly. Yes ... and she loved sucking cock too. And being fucked in
all kinds of thrilling and imaginative positions. Surely she was
oversexed, Sarah thought for the hundredth time. Why else would she
respond so heatedly to the lickings, suckings, and fuckings she was paid
to indulge in with strangers years before?
Just as she had enjoyed herself with the brother-in-law she despised.
Even though Gene had forced her to submit to his outrageous sexual
demands, Sarah had wound up bucking and thrashing about in thrilling
orgasm. And now, she had reached the lowest of lows for she had engaged
in lesbianism and so thoroughly enjoyed her perverse acts. Fern's mouth
and tongue had felt marvelous between her outspread legs. How could she
help but respond? And so had the incredibly huge dildo the lesbian had
fucked her with. It was even more thrilling than the battery-operated
vibrator that Sarah kept hidden in her dresser drawer. Just thinking
about how the massive pseudo-prick had prodded her secret depths, hurting
and exciting her at the same time, made Sarah's cunt throb with forbidden
desire. Still, the voluptuous young woman was plagued with guilt. Would
the day ever come, she wondered, when she would enjoy sex without carrying
a heavy burden of guilt afterward? Admittedly, she never felt dirty or
ashamed after Mike made lover to her. But she never really achieved a
very powerful orgasm with her husband either.
In an effort to atone for her secret and shameful acts, Sarah was
more indulgent than ever with her family. She spent extra hours with her
daughter and she pampered her husband by serving elaborate meals. Even
that, however, did not still the small inner voice that plagued Sarah. I
don't deserve a fine man like Mike, she agonized. Thank God he doesn't
know what I'm really like. Sarah cringed whenever she thought about the
shocking and lewd acts she'd performed since her brother-in-law started
his terrible game of sexual blackmail. And her cheeks burned with shame
when she recalled her own wanton enjoyment.
Although she was filled with distaste whenever she thought about what
was to take place on the next encounter with her brother-in-law while her
unsuspecting husband was working at the shop, Sarah felt certain that this
would be one time when her body would not betray her. Lenny, Gene's
roommate, was so repulsive to Sarah that she shuddered just thinking about
what was in store for her. I could never enjoy sex with a fat slob like
Lenny she thought, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Even though her cold-
hearted brother-in-law was humiliating her by forcing her to have sex with
his disgusting friend, at least Sarah would not humiliate herself by
responding. With a man as disgusting as Lenny, she felt certain that she
would feel nothing except revulsion.
Even though Sarah could think of nothing else, Gene phoned to remind
her of their upcoming date. "And be nice to Lenny," he warned. "He's my
best friend, understand? And the poor guy don't score too often. Broads
always give him the brush and he's long overdue for a good time, know what
I mean?"
Sarah sighed into the phone, for she knew what he meant, all right.
"Look, Gene," she said in a tired voice. "Just when is all this going to
end? Haven't I done more than enough already?"
Gene laughed mirthlessly. "Almost, sweetie, almost. Show my pal a
real good time tomorrow and that'll just about even the score. Just one
more private session with you and me then that's it, okay? After that,
I'll forget all about those pictures."
Hope fluttered within the brunette's breasts. "You mean it?" she
asked, her hand tightening on the receiver.
"I give my word," he said, his lips curling into a sneer that she
could not see.
Unaware of how worthless her brother-in-law's word really was, Sarah
was determined to get through Wednesday morning's ordeal without revealing
her inner disgust. Pretty soon this whole ugly mess will be over, she
reminded herself whenever shivers of distaste rippled through her. No
matter what I have to do with Lenny, it'll be worth it. Then things can
get back to normal around here.
It wasn't until Gene and his obese friend actually showed up,
however, that the well-stacked brunette learned just how much was to be
expected of her. "Lenny's always had this secret fantasy, Sarah," Gene
explained, taking off his jacket while the unattractive young man beside
him stared at Sarah in slack-mouthed fascination. "And I told him you'd be
more than happy to act it out for him."
Sarah's eyes moved to her brother-in-law's roommate who clutched a
small paper sack, his puffy eyes glittering with excitement. "What ...
what kind of fantasy?" she asked, feeling her body tense.
The two men exchanged glances, then grinned at each other before
returning their gaze to the lovely brunette. "You'll see," Gene answered
cheerfully. "Now, whaddya say we all get undressed and get right down to
business? Somethin' tells me this is gonna be fun!" he added, moving to
close the livingroom drapes.
In moments, the unlikely trio was completely nude. Icy fingers crept
along Sarah's spine at the eager way in which Lenny's eyes devoured her
naked body. Bright splotches of color dotted his fleshy cheeks as his
eyes wandered over her, sliding from the twin hills of femininity, with
their delectable pink nipples, to the dark triangle of fuzz nestled
between her legs. "Jeez, you sure are built!" he praised, the lust-
bloated prick protruding from between his heavy thighs, bubbling in warm
appreciation.
Sarah was unable to return the compliment. The young man's body was
a shapeless mass of pasty flesh. His breasts were so layered with fat
that they swelled like those of a girl in puberty. Rolls of blubber
encircled his thick waist and his stomach bulged like that of a middle-
aged man. Compared to her lean brother-in-law, the naked young man's
obesity seemed even more evident.
"Into the kitchen everybody," Gene ordered. "And don't forget your
equipment, Lenny," he reminded. The young man's dimpled asscheeks jiggled
loosely as he hurried to the sofa to get his paper sack. His distended
rod leading the procession, Gene headed for the kitchen, quickly lowering
the shades. "Up on the table, dear sister-in-law," he instructed,
removing the sugar bowl to place it on the counter. When Sarah just
stared, he gave her bare ass a playful slap. "Move, doll," he said,
snapping his fingers. "One of Lenny's favorite fantasies includes a
kitchen table, right, pal?"
His fat friend grinned and nodded his head, his dark hair swinging
back and forth in greasy strands. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice breathless
as he watched the voluptuous brunette climb up on the table. "I always
wanted to fuck a broad right smack in the middle of a kitchen table." His
swollen cock bobbed and swayed between his thick thighs, its color
deepening. "While another guy watched," he added, grinning lewdly at his
roommate.
Gene grinned back. "Well, Sarah here is your broad, Lenny," he said.
"And I'm your audience. So go to it, pal."
"Lay down, honey," Lenny said, approaching the table where Sarah sat,
her melonous breasts protruding enticingly. "And spread your legs apart
so I can see your pussy."
Sarah saw Gene hand his blubbery friend the paper sack. Dreading
what was ahead, the naked brunette did as he asked, lowering her head.
Her enormous tits rose proudly, their pink rosebuds aiming for the
ceiling. Sighing softly, she split her thighs, exposing the coralline
tissues of her inner cunt. As she lay on the table, split-legged and
expectant, she heard the rattle of the paper sack, then felt something
cool touch her mound of Venus. "Ohhhhh," she gasped, her body tensing.
"It's just jam, sweetie," Gene informed her in an amused voice.
"Yeah, strawberry jam!" Lenny added, his pudgy fingers smearing the
bright confection along the fuzzy lips of the brunette's vulva. "My
favorite!" Sarah's widely splayed legs quivered when Lenny's fingers
moved across the sensitive bud of her clitoris, coating the tiny nodule
with the thick substance. The jam felt pleasantly cool on her warm
membrances and a ripple of unexpected pleasure coursed through her naked
body. Lenny dipped a spoon into the jar for more of the sweet substance
before returning his jam-coated fingers to the gaping slit between her
widespread legs. Her lips parted at the feel of his gooey fingers sliding
along the length of her pussy, digging into the many grooves and crevices
of her open slit to coat every secret hollow.
"Oh!" she cried, when his fingers darted up the slot of her vagina,
swirling around to coat her inner walls with strawberry jam. Sarah had
never had a foreign substance introduced into her secret cavern before and
the novelty of the act made her hollow throb in quick response. The rosy
tips of her mammoth breasts rose into hard points and her pelvis lifted
ever so slightly.
Gene caught the soft rise of her hips, the unmistakable way her
bright nipples hardened. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, leaning against
the counter. Seeing his friend smear the bright confection onto his
sister-in-law's gaping cunt made his vast pole of manhood throb
deliciously. Grinning at the lewd performance, he reached down to grab his
distended joint, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers,
stimulating himself even more.
Sarah's hips jerked again when Lenny's finger left her vaginal
opening to spoon more jam onto her widespread pussy before returning to
attack her anus. His pudgy fingers circled the tight ring several times,
teasing it deliciously before darting up inside. Sarah sucked in her
breath at the sudden invasion. She squirmed as his jam-coated finger
climbed higher and higher, digging into the tight aperture, smearing its
walls with the sweet preserve. The throbbing of her lewdly displayed cunt
grew harder and the jam-covered nub of her clitoris began to swell.
Lenny's spiraling finger hurt, but at the same time it brought her a new
kind of pleasure as well. Although the tight ring of her violated anus
puckered and winked in protest, the bright folds of her gaping pussy
swelled in heated response.
Oh God, Sarah thought, her naked body writhing on the table. I
actually LIKE this! God help me, his sticky fingers feel GOOD! Even
though she hated hersef for responding, the naked brunette could not stop
her pelvis from rising, moving in slow sensuous circles. "Mmmmmm," she
moaned, her eyes growing dreamy as Lenny's probing finger continued to
invade her rectum. "That's niiice!" The warm syrup of her arousal flowed
forth, oozing from her sticky slot to blend with the strawberry jam.
Stimulated even more by the lovely brunette's obvious pleasure, the
obese young man withdrew his finger. Suddenly, touching Sarah's parted
pussy wasn't enough. He wanted to taste it as well. "This is gonna feel
even nicer!" he promised before lowering his face between her legs.
Sarah cried out at the pressure of his warm lips against her jam-
covered cunt. Lenny's tongue darted out to swirl up and down the length
of her secreting throbbing slit, gathering the ambrosial substance from
its many crevices. The naked young man tasted the nectar of her
femininity as well as the strawberry jam and the sweet combination made
his lust-bloated hunk of meat pound hotly. Mmmmmm, what a sweet pussy, he
thought, his tongue slavering among the wet folds. When he came upon the
slit of her flowing vagina, his tongue poked its way among the creamy
tissues to lap up the jam his fingers had deposited there. Diluted by the
cuntal juices of her arousal, the distinctive flavor was highly pleasing
to the young man's taste buds. Once he had cleansed her feminine aperture
of its nectar, Lenny's oral member sought the tight ring of Sarah's anus.
Grabbing her thighs to split her legs even futher, the over-weight young
man sent his long oral member far up into the tight opening, swirling it
around. Once he had lapped up the sweet confection he had placed in
Sarah's rectum, he withdrew his tongue to grin up at the naked brunette,
his face smeared with jam and femanine secretions.
"Now for your tits!" he panted, reaching once again for the jar of
strawberry jam. Moving to Sarah's bosom, he dipped the spoon into the jar
to deposit a generous portion of the flavorful spread on each of her
uplifted nipples. Setting the jar on the floor, Lenny bent over the table
to lift a savory rosette into his edger mouth. Sucking voraciously, his
pudgy hands kneaded at the firm hills of flesh surrounding the delectable
tip. Mmmmmm, what a tasty pair of knockers, he thought, his big balls
churning.
Watching his friend devour the jam-coated nipple proved too much for
Gene. His hot shaft of masculinity was pounding furiously and his lips
hungered for the same carnal treat that his roommate was enjoying. Moving
quickly, Gene circled around to the opposite side of the table, bending
his slender body over his sister-in-law's other luscious mound of
femininity. Drawing the jam-coated nipple into his mouth, he drew on it
vigorously while his fingers dug into her warm flesh. Even though he had
little use for Sarah, Gene had to admit that she had a gorgeous pair of
boobs.
Sarah arched her back, moaning in ecstasy. Oh, it felt so heavenly
to be sucked like this by two hungry mouths. This was the best going over
her aching tits had ever received. Her distended nipples felt as if they
were about to be torn off but she did not want the delicious suckings to
cease. Her entire pelvic area swirled hotly while her clitoris caught
fire again, rising from its hooded refuge. "Suck, suck!" she cried in
wild abandon, writhing on the table. "Oh, it feels marrrvelousss!"
Hearing her wanton plea made Lenny's deeply veined organ ache with
need, a need that could no longer be denied. Whimpering, he lifted his
mouth from her breast to climb up on the table. His breathing grew even
more labored at the physical exertion. Panting, he straddled the naked
brunette, then yanked her legs apart. The sight of his friend still
sucking away on Sarah's uplifted tit only added to the heat of his lust.
His semen-packed balls pounded, demanding release. His fingers shaking,
Lenny grabbed his thick shaft and poked it wetly and uncertainly among the
slippery folds of her pussy. Then finding the right aperture, his blood-
filled organ slipped inside. The wetness of her grasping cunt felt
wonderful and he fucked fast and hard, ramming his vastness into her with
all the strength he possessed. His beloved sexual fantasy was becoming
reality at last. He was actually fucking a beautiful woman on top of a
kitchen table! All he needed to make it complete was a pair of observing
eyes. "Watch us, Gene," he gasped, his hips jerking back and forth,
making the table shake. "Watch us fuck!"
Gene lifted his head from Sarah's nipple and the bright rosette
slipped wetly away, red and elongated and glistening with saliva. "I'm
watchin', Lenny," Gene assured, grinning lasciviously. "Go ahead and
fuck, pal. Give her the fuckin' of her life!"
The obese young man balanced his heavy weight with his arms, ramming
the brunette's inner depths with determination. The few times he'd fucked
before were with real dogs, women who very seldom felt a hot prick within
their vaginas. Although they had met his physical needs, the women he'd
screwed before had not excited him the way that Sarah was exciting him
now. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would be
pounding his hot prick into someone as luscious as the naked dark-haired
young wife who lay defenselessly under him.
Swept away by physical sensation, Sarah lifted her hips in harmony
with each forward thrust of Lenny's heavy body. The fact that he was
homely and fat was blotted out by the incredible vastness of his hot
penis, the thrilling and forceful manner in which his big pole of
masculinity was cramming her inner pussy depths. "Harder!" she begged,
swirling her pelvis. "Push harder!"
Pleased by his sister-in-law's performance, Gene played with himself
while he watched. He squeezed his dangling sacs with one hand while he
rubbed the knoblike tip of his cock with the other. He saw Sarah's legs
curl around his friend's thick waist and he grinned, pulling even harder
on his fiery shaft. Sarah sure knows how to fuck, he observed. Lenny's
havin' the time of his life!
Their naked bodies moving in frantic accord, the copulating couple's
energetic gyrations caused the table to shake. Lenny's pale flaccid
asscheeks jiggled like gelatin and his big balls slapped against the
brunette's buttocks as he tore in and out of her slick aperture. His
greasy hair swung back and forth and his wet mouth hung loosely, spittle
trickling down the sides of his chin. He wanted this glorious fucking to
go on and on, to last an eternity. Aware of his friend's observing eyes,
the young man's passion rose to a feverish pitch. Harder and harder he
fucked, his lust overpowering him. Unable to hold back a moment longer,
his massive bulk humped wildly, sending fiery spurts of sperm exploding
into the brunette's creamy vaginal walls. "Oh shit!" he gasped, "I'm
cumming! Aghhhhh!"
The harsh volcanic bursts within her made Sarah's steaming cunt
ripple and convulse in thrilling orgasm. She dug her fingernails into
Lenny's fleshy back, straining against him, her throbbing pussy sucking at
his erupting cock. A strange gurgling sound came from Lenny's throat as
he emptied his pulsating organ into her canal. The spouting head of his
ejaculating prick rammed the mouth of her womb as they bucked and jerked
up on the table, climaxing in unison, until the consuming waves of carnal
sensation finally diminished.
"How was it, Lenny?" Gene wanted to know, leering at his fat friend
whose spent penis was still deeply embedded in Sarah's saturated pussy.
"Did she give you a good fuck?"
"Christ, yes!" the sated young man replied, lifting a heavy leg to
dismount. "Better 'n I ever had!"
Gene looked pleased. "Glad to hear it, pal. But then Sarah's got a
real generous nature. Always willin' to cater to a friend in need, right,
Sarah?" he added, his mocking gaze shifting to his sister-in-law. "Now
that Lenny's been takin' care of, howsabout actin' out one of my
fantasies, sweetie?" Pulling out a kitchen chair, he turned it around and
sat down on it, his towering cock rising like a sapling reaching for the
sun. "Get on top of me, doll," he instructed, patting his lap. "And I'll
make you feel every bit as good as Lenny just did."
Her cheeks bright with humiliation, Sarah slid off the table and
straddled her brother-in-law. She hadn't meant to enjoy herself like
that, but somehow her traitorous body always got the best of her. The
fact that Gene had observed her enthusiastic response to his roommate's
table fucking meant that he had succeeded in degrading her once again.
She had no secrets from him now. Not after all Sarah had endured ... and
yes, enjoyed ... under his watchful eyes. She'd been forced to suck
Gene's cock and had ended up swallowing his hot cum in great greedy gulps,
kneeling in front of him in naked abandon. Her throbbing cunt had been
fingered and tongued and she had flipped her pelvis in heated response.
She had been subjected to the perverted passions of another woman and had
writhed in forbidden ecstasy. Gene had even witnessed the invasion of her
helpless pussy by an oversized dildo and saw the shameful way her
streaming cunt welcomed the huge rubber cock. What was the point now in
trying to hold back? There was nothing new that her brother-in-law could
learn about her, so Sarah decided, with a sense of total debasement and
defeat, that she might just as well relax and enjoy the lap-fucking she
was about to receive.
Grasping her by the hips, Gene guided her naked body downward until
her parted pussy hovered directly over his taut glistening prickhead. The
huge knoblike tip poked wetly among her saturated membranes until it found
the sperm-soaked slit it sought. Once the mushroomlike head of his
dripping organ found its target, Gene pulled the split-legged brunette
down hard while he jerked his pelvis, sending his hot poker far into her
vaginal orifice.
"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Sarah cried as he penetrated her with lightning
speed. Sitting on top of him like this made his swollen shaft seem even
bigger, more punishing. It crowded her cuntal opening at a breathtaking
angle, its thick base rubbing briskly against the nub of her clitoris,
making her pussy come alive again. It throbbed in quick response,
grasping greedily at this new and glorious invader. Again and again, Gene
lifted her high in the air before yanking her down on his lap. He fucked
her mercilessly, pounding against the mouth of her womb on each reentry,
making her gasp for air. The steady friction of his pistoning cudgel
against her sensitive clitoris made the tiny organ quiver hotly. Sarah's
cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed. Her long dark hair awhirl, she
flew up and down on his distended shaft, her melonous breasts dancing
wildly. "Deeper!" she begged, her fingers clutching his shoulders as she
rode him like a broncobuster. Completely consumed by flames of passion,
the bobbing brunette knew no shame. "Split me in two!" she pleaded, her
lovely features contorted by lust.
Lenny watched the copulating couple with a look of glee upon his
fleshy face. Now that his lust had been satisfied, he was thoroughly
enjoying the role of spectator. Watching someone else fuck was another of
his secret sexual fantasies and he grinned foolishly, fondling his
withered organ as he gazed. She sure is dynamite, he observed, watching
Sarah ride his roommate's prick. Gene is one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have
her for a sister-in-law.
Gene was almost mindless with animal lust. Hurling his hips savagely,
he grunted like a pig as he tore into her. Sarah's cunt was wet and
satiny and it clung tightly to his pistoning rod, making it good for him.
He felt the mouth of her womb bump into the sensitive tip of his organ,
driving him wild with carnal joy. He jerked his hips as hard as he could,
trying to fuck her even deeper, to make his fiery shaft split her in half.
Her big tits undulating just inches from his face increased his excitement
until it rose to a feverish pitch. With one final savage thrust of his
pelvis, Gene's steaming cock erupted inside her, sending fiery bursts of
hot semen to blend with the passion juices already coating her pulpy
vaginal walls.
The violent explosion inside her innermost depths made Sarah climax
too. Their naked sweating bodies humping on the chair, the orgasming pair
moaned and whimpered in sweet release. When it was over, Sarah collapsed
on top of her brother-in-law, her sated pussy purring contentedly. Her
cunt overflowing with the combined juices of masculinity, Sarah knew that
the afterglow in which she was basking would end all too quickly, that the
pleasant warmth would soon be replaced by the dreaded cloak of guilt, and
that the familiar garment would hang heavily on her shoulders.
* * *
Remorse and self-recrimination set in shortly after the two men had
left. Sarah tried to lose herself in housework but she still brooded
about the shameful way her body had once again responded to this morning's
illicit lovemaking. Thank God this will be all over the day after
tomorrow, she thought, recalling how Gene had promised to return on Friday
morning for their final and farewell session. Gene also promised to
forget all about the lurid photographs after that. Just as Sarah would try
to forget how she had enjoyed the lewd sex acts her brother-in-law had
forced her to participate in. And she would spend the rest of her life
trying to make it up to her husband. She would be everything that her
beloved Mike wanted her to be. Sweet and agreeable and passive in bed.
In time, maybe she would learn to be content with Mike's mild brand of
lovemaking, the way that he seemed to be.
Sarah had no way of knowing that while she was plagued with guilt,
her big burly husband was fantasizing about a platinum blonde he planned
to fuck that very evening. As he guided his truck through morning
traffic, on his way to deliver a television set he'd repaired, Mike
thought about how difficult it was becoming to hold himself in check with
Sarah. He loved his voluptuous wife so much that sometimes he almost went
out of his mind with wanting her in forbidden ways. If he didn't make a
trip to the Brewery soon, he might lose control and ram his hungry prick
into Sarah's cunt the way he intended to ram it into Lil's. True, the
divorcee did not excite him the way that his lovely wife did. No woman
did. Just looking at Sarah turned him on, made his pulses race. But to
the brawny Irishman's way of thinking, his wife was not the kind of woman
a man let himself go with in the sack. Surely his sweet Sarah would be
shocked and disgusted if he ever did any of the things to her luscious
body that he secretly longed to do.
Mike had numerous sexual fantasies concerning his beloved wife. How
he ached to shove his swollen cock into her warm mouth and watch her suck
him off the way that Lil did often. If having a slut like Lil go down on
him brought him such pleasure, how much more joy he would know if his
bubbling joint were embedded in his wife's oral cavity. Just thinking
about it made his balls tighten and his pole of masculinity grow in his
trousers. He stopped for a traffic light, another forbidden image
flashing before him. He saw Sarah's legs split far apart, her coral pussy
blossoming like delicate petals while his head came forward. Mike's loins
ached at the prospect of eating his wife's delectable cunt, of sampling
the ambrosial nectar of her sweet femininity. He'd gone down on Lil
dozens of times, sucking her well dry, and it had been good. But how much
better it would be to taste the warm pussy juices of the woman he loved
upon his tongue, to let his eager oral member explore the crests and
hollows of her inner cunt, darting up the spongy depths of her vagina to
jab and swirl. Mike was so engrossed in his sexual fantasy that the car
behind him honked its horn to inform him that the light had turned green.
Moving forward in traffic, Mike conjured up his most treasured and
illicit fantasy of all, that of seeing his wife's pale rounded asscheeks
spread lewdly in front of him, exposing the winking eye of her virginal
asshole. Mike breathed harder, his fingers tightening on the steering
wheel as he saw himself coming up behind his wife with his swollen prick
lunging forward. He visualized his thighs nestling against hers while he
aimed his quivering prickhead at her tight little anus. Then he saw the
puckered ring widen, stretching to allow his entry. Beads of sweat dotted
his forehead at the thought of shoving his hot penis deep into Sarah's
inviolate anus, fucking her where she'd never been fucked before. He
heard her gasp in surprise, trying to pull away while his strong arms held
her firmly in place. Then he envisioned Sarah's gasps becoming sighs and
her bare ass pushing back against him, trying to claim every inch of his
burrowing organ. He saw his beloved wife enjoy having her asshole fucked.
She bucked and jerked and ground her ass in excited little circles,
begging him to go deeper, to make her cum!
Licking his lips, Mike maneuvered the car into the inner lane for a
left-hand turn, Jesus, what the hell's wrong with me? he wondered, turning
the wheel. Thinking about Sarah like this is all wrong! She's just not
that kind of woman. But Lil, he decided with a slow smile, definitely was
that kind of woman. His massive hunk of meat throbbed with need, Mike
made up his mind to get together with the red-hot divorcee as soon as
possible. Sometimes I wish my Sarah were more like Lil, he thought,
braking for a stop sign. Instead of such an innocent. Although china
dolls were nice to look at, flesh and blood women who knew what sex was
all about were nicer to hold. If Sarah had Lil's strong sexual appetite,
there would be no need for Mike to cheat on his wife. Instantly ashamed
of his disloyal thoughts, Mike quickly condemned himself for even
comparing his wife to a lusty woman like Lil.
* * *
Friday morning found both Mike and Sarah avoiding each other's eyes
at the breakfast table. Mike still harbored guilt from his fucking session
with Lil two nights before, while Sarah's mind was on her brother-in-law's
impending visit. Each lost in his own thoughts, they ate breakfast in
comparative silence. Sarah was relieved when Mike finally pushed back his
chair and stood up. "Have a good day, honey," he told her, kissing her
good-bye.
"You too," she replied, trying to smile. The secret knowledge that
she would be forced to cheat on her husband again in a few short hours,
however, made her face feel like cardboard. It was with great effort that
she turned the corners of her mouth upward. "See you at dinner," she
said, walking him to the door.
She stood by the window to watch him back the truck out the drixeway
and he waved to her in passing. Everything seemed so commonplace, so
ordinary. There was nothing whatsoever to indicate that this particular
day would be a turning point in their marriage. Neither Mike nor Sarah
had the slightest inkling that it was a mere matter of hours befor all
hell broke loose and their lives would undergo a drastic and irrevocable
change!
Chapter 7
Gene grinned when his sister-in-law answered the door. "Well, sweet
Sarah," he said, sauntering into the livingroom with a confident air.
"This time it's just the two of us. So whaddya say we make it a time to
remember?"
Sarah looked at him with resignation. There was no way she could
avoid this final confrontation with the unprincipled young man who was
blackmailing her, so why fight the situation? She would submit to his
sexual demands this one last time. Then she would be free. And if she
managed to enjoy herself in the process, what of it? At this point, it
scarcely mattered. She had already been forced to break her marriage vows
and been stripped of her self-respect. What more did she have to lose?
Without further ado, the voluptuous brunette led her brother-in-law
into the bedroom. Reaching into his jacket pocket, the lanky young man
withdrew the pornographic photos Sarah had posed for and held them up.
"Here they are, sweetie," he said, handing them to her. "They're all
yours now." He failed to add, however, that he had a duplicate set at
home which he planned to show his brother that very evening. Now that he
had had his fun with Sarah, it was time to destroy her marriage. He owed
it to his older brother to expose his wife for what she really was. Mike
would be upset at first. It was only natural. But in time, he would thank
Gene for opening his eyes.
In the meantime, Gene intended to make the most of his final
rendezvous with Sarah. Once he blew the whistle on her, she would no
longer be putty in his hands. But that was okay by him. His sister-in-
law was no different from any other cunt and there were still plenty of
hungry pussies willing to put out for him. In Sarah's case, the fun had
been in manipulating her, making her dance to his private tune. And
watching her pathetic attempts to pretend she hated the things he made her
do. And her humiliation each time she failed. Gene was sure that he had
just about broken her. How she had loved the vigorous lap-fucking he'd
treated her to the other morning. She'd flipped and whined on top of him
like a bitch in heat. They both knew now how she gloried to the feel of
his cock inside her pussy. Try as she might, Sarah could not keep her ass
from shimmying every time he fucked her. Gene planned to prove his manhood
again this morning. He wanted to hear his sister-in-law beg for his
suckings and fuckings as never before.
Sarah took the photos from Gene, set them down on the night stand,
and reached for the buttons of her blouse. If it hadn't been for these,
she would not be taking off her clothes right now, getting ready to spread
her legs once more for the man she hated. She sighed heavily. At least
it was almost over. As soon as Gene left, she would tear up the obscene
photos and flush them down the toilet. Then she would try to forget the
shocking things she had done in order to keep her husband from learning
the truth about her sordid past.
* * *
On his way back to the shop after picking up a color television
chassis that needed major repairs, Mike McBride braked at the busy
intersection. While he waited for the light to change, an old man weaved
his way toward him, selling bouquets of cut flowers to the waiting
motorists. When he approached his truck, Mike rolled down the window.
"How much?" he hollered.
"Two bucks," the old man replied, holding up a colorful bouquet of
mixed carnations.
On impulse, Mike reached for his wallet and withdrew two singles. He
gave the money to the vendor and grabbed the tissue-wrapped bouquet. He
smiled, thinking how pleased his wife would be at the unexpected gift. "I
should do things like this more often," he muttered under his breath,
pressing the accelerator as the light turned green. Still riddled with
guilt over his most recent indiscretion, Mike decided that they would hire
a babysitter for the following night so that he and his wife could go out
to dinner. Maybe they would even take in a movie afterward. Mike
realized, with sudden shame, that he hadn't taken his wife out in weeks.
Yet he had gone to the Brewery by himself and Sarah had never once
complained. Filled with remorse at his lack of thoughtfulness, he decided
to stop at the house and give his sweet Sarah these carnations right now.
It would mean going just a few blocks out of his way and the colorful
flowers would undoubtedly brighten Sarah's whole day. On a gloomy overcast
day like today, they should be especially welcome. And I'll tell her to
arrange for a sitter, he thought, turning the wheel. Heading for his
house, the burly Irishman tried to imagine Sarah's reaction when he showed
up with the cheerful blooms. He could not remember the last time he
brought his wife a present like this for no reason at all other than the
fact that he loved her. I bet she'll really be surprised, he thought with
a smile. Just how surprised his wife would be at his unscheduled arrival
Mike would soon discover!
When he pulled up in front of the house, Mike's eyebrows rose at the
sight of his younger brother's red sports car. Well, I'll be! he thought,
applying the brake. Gene must have stopped by to see Sarah. The thought
pleased him for he often wished that the two people he loved so dearly
enjoyed a warmer relationship. Although neither openly criticized the
other, Mike often had the uncomfortable feeling that Sarah and Gene were
not especially fond of each other. That's why he was always pointing out
his brother's best qualities to Sarah and bragging about his wife to his
brother. So they would appreciate each other more. He smiled, grabbing
the flowers and opening the door. If Gene was stopping by to see Sarah
during the day like this, maybe Mike's efforts were finally beginning to
pay off.
Mike unlocked the back door and came into the kitchen with an
expectant look on his handsome face, thinking he would find his wife and
his brother sharing a cup of coffee. When he found the kitchen empty, he
headed for the livingroom, the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his back.
A frown creased his forehead when he saw that Sarah and Gene were not
there either. He was about to call out when he heard strange sounds
coming from the bedroom. Perplexed, the husky young man strode down the
hallway, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Following the
incoherent noises, he passed his daughter's empty bedroom and continued
down the corridor until he stood outside the master bedroom. The door was
slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of labored breathing mingled
with moaning cries. Completely baffled, Mike took a step forward to peer
around the partially closed door.
Suddenly the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand, dropping
noiselessly onto the carpet. His eyes widened in shock as his jaw went
slack. The air escaped from his lungs in a painful rush as though he'd
been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. A sick feeling flooded his veins
at the unbelievable sight before him. The wife he adored was lying naked
on the bed, her full lips parted and her features contorted by lust while
the brother he loved and trusted lay on top of her, pounding his swollen
prick into her uplifted cunt! Grunting and sweating from his efforts,
Gene fucked her the way that Mike himself had never dared to screw his
wife. Even more incredulous, Sarah couldn't seem to get enough! Her legs
were wrapped around his waist like a human vise and she swirled her hips
in hungry loops, welcoming, each forceful invasion. Mike could scarcely
believe his ears when Sarah cried out in lustful abandon.
"Fuck harder!" she begged, her hands clawing his back. "Give me
more, more!"
Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the
copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his mind, a
small voice told him that he should let his presence be known, that he
should take steps to end this shocking act of betrayal. But he was unable
to move. He kept staring in open-mouthed horror as his brother's blood-
filled cock mercilessly pounded his wife's grasping pussy. Gene's huge
joint was bright with passion, shimmering wetly from Sarah's milky cuntal
juices, and the wet sucking sounds of her grasping cunt accompanied their
grunts and outcries.
"Like my prick?" Gene asked, pounding into her.
"Oh yesssssss!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side.
"Keep fucking!" she begged, the pointed nipples of her uplifted breasts
quivering with excitement. "Don't stop! Shove your big cock clear up to
my throat!"
As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the naked tangle of
writhing flesh, he began to feel something other than horror. The
unmistakable heat of passion crept through his loins, making his testicles
swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, straining hotly against
his trousers. He'd never seen his wife so worked up. Her flushed face,
frantic gyrations, and wanton cries were turning him on, making his heart
pound and his aching prick throb with desire. His brother was acting out
one of Mike's secret fantasies right before his eyes, fucking his wife
savagely, spearing her tunnel of love the way Mike himself had longed to
do ever since he met Sarah. Sarah was responding the way she always did
in his wild imaginings too, grinding her foaming pussy against the root of
Gene's pummeling shaft, begging for more. Christ, she fucks even harder
that Lil, he thought, breathing hard. Look at the way she lifts her ass
for a deeper fuck! And her legs are curled around him like goddamn
pretzels!
Spellbound, Mike stood gaping from behind the door while his brother
hammered into his beloved wife with fierce determination. He saw Gene's
hands slide under Sarah's creamy buttocks to lift her even higher while he
ripped into her steaming orifice like a hot poker. Sweat trickled down
his back to fade into the hairy slit of his bucking ass. His mouth hung
open and his eyes were thick lidded and glassy. He grunted as he
viciously rammed in and out, his huge prickly sacs swinging back and
forth, batting Sarah's uplifted moons with a steady rhythm.
"Oh Christ!" Gene suddenly cried, jerking his slender body even more
savagely. "I'm cumming! Aghhhhhhh!"
Her pelvis whirling with maniacal frenzy, Sarah joined her partner in
illicit orgasm. She curled her legs more tightly around his waist,
mewling and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, drowning
her in a sea of forbidden passion. She felt the hot semen burst within her
rippling vaginal walls in sporadic jerks, blending with her own hot
juices.
Seeing the bucking pair climax released Mike from his hypnotic state
of immobility. The look of total rapture on his brother's face as he
spewed his hot seed into his wife's cuntal opening suddenly made him
regain his senses. He's shooting his wad in my Sarah's pussy! he
realized, jealous rage tearing through him like a blazing inferno, making
his blood boil! A strangled cry coming from his throat, Mike suddenly
kicked the door open and lunged at the two naked infidels like a madman,
his face purple with wrath.
Sarah's head spun in his direction and she screamed. In seconds,
Mike had his brother by the hair, lifting him off the bed as if he were a
mere child. "You doublecrossing bastard!" he yelled, hurling the
bewildered young man across the room. "Screwing my wife behind my back!"
Gene slammed into the opposite wall, grunting, then crumpled to the floor
like a marionette, a dazed expression on his face. He sat there gazing up
at his brother with incredulous eyes, his shriveled organ still dripping
its forbidden juices. Mike crossed the room in angry strides to grab him
by the throat, lifting him to his feet.
"No, wait!" Gene begged, his eyes wide with fear as his brother's
fingers closed around his throat. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, clawing at
Mike's hands, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.
"Mike, stop it!" Sarah shrieked, fearing that her enraged husband
would choke the life out of his brother. "You'll kill him! He's not
worth it, Mike!"
His fingers relaxed at Sarah's pleas. She was right. Gene wasn't
worth going to prison for. Releasing his hold on the young man's throat,
Mike clenched his fist and struck his brother in the jaw. A resounding
crack filled the air. Grunting, Gene spun backward, his thin arms
flailing wildly. When he toppled to the floor, Mike lifted his leg to
kick him savagely.
Screaming in pain, Gene doubled over, holding his rib cage. "Jesus,"
he panted, his face twisted in agony as he rocked to and fro. "I think
you just broke my ribs!"
"You're lucky I didn't break your neck!" Mike spat, feeling nothing
but contempt for the cowering figure in front of him. "If you weren't my
own brother, I'd break you in two!" He grabbed his arm to yank him to his
feet. "Now get your clothes on and get the hell outa here before I kill
you!"
Whimpering like a beaten dog, Gene staggered to his feet. "You don't
understand," he said in a whining voice, reaching for his clothes.
"Sarah's no good, Mike. And I can prove it to you!" Jerking on his
pants, he reached for the pornographic photos on the night stand. "Here!"
he said, a triumphant look on his face as he handed the pictures to Mike.
"This is what your precious wife is really like!"
"No!" Sarah protested, jumping from the bed. She tried to grab the
photos away from her husband but Mike shoved her away, sending her
staggering backwards. Sobbing, the distraught brunette watched helplessly
as her husband quickly examined the photos. Her heart pounded and a sick
feeling washed over her at the dark fury in Mike's face. "Mike, please!"
she begged. "Let me try to explain!"
But he shot her a venomous look. "Seems to me things are pretty damn
clear. You've been cheating on me with my own brother and posing for
filthy pictures on the side!" Disgust and disillusionment flooded his
entire being. How could he have been so blind, go stupid not to see that
the wife he held on a pedestal had been cuckholding him? His eyes
narrowing, he turned to his brother. "Get out!" he hissed through
clenched teeth. "I'll deal with you later!"
Gene needed no further prodding. Anxious to escape his brother's
fury, he grabbed his jacket and fled from the room, his jaw throbbing and
his ribs on fire. Somehow the unscrupulous young man's scheme had
backfired. Sarah was the only person who was supposed to get hurt. "I
hope he beats the shit out of her," he muttered under his breath as he
tore out the door and ran to his car.
Naked and trembling, Sarah crouched on the bedroom floor, wondering
fearfully what Mike would do to her. "Gene made me go to bed with him!"
she gasped as Mike came toward her menacingly, unbuttoning his shirt. "He
said he'd show you those photos if I didn't!"
"Did he make you wiggle you ass like a two-bit whore too?" he
demanded. "Did he force you to wrap your legs around him and beg for
more? And did someone force you to pose for those dirty pictures too?"
He laughed mirthlessly, unzipping his trousers. "Just how dumb do you
think I am, Sarah?" he asked, coming closer, his face ominous.
"I had to do it, Mike," she explained, her face beseeching. "My
mother was sick and I needed money to take care of her. It was the only
way I could get it."
As she babbled on, trying desperately to make him understand, Mike
removed the rest of his clothing until he stood in front of her stark
naked, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face like a cobra about to
strike. But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were devouring his wife's
luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly through his veins. God, she's
gorgeous, he thought. No matter what Sarah had done, how she had betrayed
him, Mike knew that he was still hopelessly in love with her. That she was
the only woman he wanted for his own. His mouth watered at the delectable
mounds of firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor, their rosy nipples
rigid with fear. His lustful gaze swept down over the pale rise of her
smooth abdomen to the dark velvety mound between her legs. She moved and
he saw a bit of coral peek out from between her fuzzy slit and his
swelling rod grew even more, throbbing with an urgency it had never known
before.
He longed to press his tongue between her bright inner pussy folds,
the way the man in one of the lurid photos had done. And his quivering
pole of masculinity ached for the feel of Sarah's warm lips encircling it
just as her widely stretched mouth was fastened on the lust-bloated cock
in still another photo. Yes, Mike would make his faithless wife reenact
each of the four obscene poses. He would make her ride his cock while he
fucked her from below and he would order her to bend over and spread her
legs so he could screw her two-timing cunt doggie-style too. Then he
would force his wife to do something that wasn't included in the lewd
pictures, something he had secretly longed to do for far too long. I'll
give her more prick than she's ever had before, he thought, his balls
quivering in hot anticipation. Mike would fill every possible hole with
his vast joint until Sarah begged for mercy. He would prove to her that
she did not have to search elsewhere, for Mike would give her the fucking
of her life. Once he was through with her, Sarah would know, without a
shadow of a doubt, that she needed no other cock but his!
"Get up, whore!" he ordered, yanking her by the arm to throw her
across the bed. "Let's see if I can make your ass squirm and your pussy
foam the way my brother did!" Lowering his naked body onto hers, the
burly young man crushed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her
mouth. His massive chest mashed her tits while his vast pulsating rod
poked wetly against her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He felt the
fuzziness of her pubic hair scrape against his as he bore down on her.
She lay under him tense and rigid, then as his warm lingual member swirled
within her mouth, he felt her body relax. His kiss was long and
passionate, shaking him to the very depths of his being. By the time he
drew away, both of them were gasping for air.
But Mike was just warming up. "Spread your legs," he ordered
gruffly, forcing her thighs apart to reveal the saturated tissues of her
sperm-soaked pussy. "And let me suck your cunt!" Sliding his hands under
his wife's hips, he lifted her gaping niche high and lowered his head. He
felt her legs tremble at the touch of his warm tongue upon her sensitive
inner folds. He swirled his oral member up and down the oozing length of
her slippery crack, lapping up the feminine syrup and teasing her clitoris
with the tip of his tongue, making it fill with blood.
Sarah's lips parted and she began to moan. The warm persistent organ
slithering up and down her delicate membranes was driving her wild. The
fact that it was the man she loved who was doing such marvelous things to
her throbbing pussy made her pink petals swell as never before. Her
bright bud of sensitivity rose hotly, growing more and more rigid each
time he passed over it, punishing it mercilessly. The nectar of her
arousal flowed forth only to be quickly consumed by the marvelous
voracious tongue.
"Oh eat me!" she begged, reaching down to draw his head closer.
"Suck me dry!" Sarah gasped, her pelvis jerking as Mike drew the hot nub
of her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it ravenously. Whimpering,
Sarah pumped her hips up and down, making her husband's head bob as she
surrendered herself to a deep and penetrating orgasm. "Aghhhhhh!" she
cried, her climaxing cunt convulsing in great rippling waves.
When at last her bucking body grew still, Mike lifted his head from
between her slit. "Has anyone ever eaten your cunt better than that?" he
asked, his face smeared with the fruits of his labor.
"Oh God no!" she gasped, her mammoth breasts rising and falling with
each labored breath. "That was marvvvelllousss! The best ever!"
Satisfied that he had surpassed the performance of the male model who
devoured his wife's pussy in the obscene photo, Mike proceeded to
duplicate still another pose. "Lift your ass," he commanded. "And get on
top of me. I want to give you a cockride you'll never forget!"
Splitting her legs wide, Sarah straddled her husband, centering her
gaping cunt over the open glans of his towering cock. Without hesitation,
he rammed his great phallic length high into her innermost depths, making
her cry out with both pleasure and pain. "Oooohhhhhh!" she protested, her
senses reeling at his incredible vastness. She had always known that her
husband's cock was large, but until this very moment she had never felt
each thrilling inch of his oversized organ with such spine-tingling
intensity. It crowded her slick tunnel as never before, its massive tip
punishing her cervix with mind-shattering force, making her senses reel.
His hands encircling her slender waist, Mike guided her up and down
on his lust-bloated hunk of meat, tearing into her with unrivaled speed
and determination. It was so magnificent, it was almost unreal. Sarah
felt her pussy come to life again, throbbing, leaking, spiraling toward
still another peak. She'd always dreamed of being fucked like this by the
man she loved but Sarah never truly expected her fantasy to become
reality. To think that all this time, her husband's sexual appetite was
every bit as lusty as hers! She wasn't oversexed, after all! They just
hadn't been communicating. But they were communicating with each other now
as never before. Mike's heavy breathing, forceful pelvic thrusts, and
glassy eyes assured her that he was enjoying himself every bit as much as
she. Her big tits whirling madly, she rode his pistoning cudgel with a
dedication she had never displayed until now. This wasn't just an
ordinary cock tearing into her ... it was Mike's magnificent pole of
masculinity.
"Oh, Mike," she gasped, every cell in her curvaceous body aflame.
"Oh, it ... feels good!" she gasped between fuckings. "You're so ... so
big!"
His wife's impassioned praise brought Mike to the epitome of carnal
sensation. Suddenly his bloated prickhead swelled even more, erupting
within her with savage force. The hot shower of semen splattering against
her vaginal walls brought the humping brunette to orgasm as well. Crying
out like a banshee, she rode her husband's squirting shaft of flesh like a
mad woman. Their mutual moanings intermingled in a discordant duet as
their naked sweating bodies climaxed in frenetic unison.
Mike knew, by his wife's violent response, that she had just had
herself the best cockride of her life and he grinned with masculine pride
as she collapsed on top of him. Two down and two to go, he thought,
knowing which lurid photo he would make Sarah duplicate next. Feeling his
spent rod dwindle within her soaked canal, he withdrew the limp organ and
ordered her to her knees. "Go down on me!" he commanded. "And suck some
life back into my prick! Then I'll treat you to something even better.
I've saved the very best for last!"
Kneeling between her husband's outstretched legs, Sarah reached for
his withered penis and brought her head forward. The soft wormlike
appendage felt sticky between her fingers and the sharp odor of their
mingled syrups reached her nostrils, making her wince. She had often
dreamed of sucking Mike's magnificent cock but not like this. Not when it
was shriveled and mushy and soiled. The mere thought of putting it in her
mouth made a shiver of revulsion course through her. She looked at Mike
with a pleading expression, hesitating, but he laced his fingers through
her dark mane and yanked her head down hard until it was just inches from
his genitals.
"Suck!" he demanded in a harsh voice. "Suck my cock, damn you!"
Her eyes wide with fright, Sarah quickly obeyed, lifting his rubbery
joint while she brought her face forward. Mike sucked in his breath at
the feel of her warm lips closing around the shaft of his weary organ.
Her wet tongue pressed against the underside while she held onto the base
with firm fingers. Then she proceeded to suck, her cheeks billowing in
and out while her dark head bobbed up and down. Warm bursts of pleasure
shot through Mike's naked body at the delicious drawing sensations. Sarah
sucked so vigorously that his shaft of manhood quickly responded. His
twin sacs swelled and filled and his prick grew rapidly within her oral
cavity. His breath coming faster, Mike watched her go down on him,
admiring the tempting curve of her pale moons, the way her huge breasts
danced and undulated, their rosy tips jutting enticingly.
"Squeeze my balls!" he gasped, craning his neck. "Ahhhhhhhh," he
moaned in approval when her other hand began to massage his aching
testicles. His distended joint had almost reached its full capacity and it
pounded hotly under her oral ministrations. God, she could suck! She
yanked at his swelling rod even harder than Lil! Suddenly he felt her
tongue flick at the widening tip of his bloated organ and he jerked his
hips in quick response. Around and around it swirled in maddening
circles, driving him wild with pleasure. When the pointed tip toyed with
his leaking glans, stretching it so that her warm lingual member could
dart down inside to jab and titillate, he arched his back, his fingers
clawing her tresses. "Ohhhhhhhh, that's goooooood!" he gasped.
Now that her husband's swollen shaft was stiff again, Sarah went at
her lewd task with the gusto of a harlot. His prick felt all smooth and
firm and satiny the way she had always dreamed it would. Because she had
sucked him clean, only the bittersweetness of his warm precoital juices
coated her tongue. The pungent flavor of his masculinity made the blood
roar through her veins and her mouth hunger for even more of his delicious
manhood. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth wider, taking every
possible Inch of his vastness into her mouth while the bubbling mushroom
tip bumped the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag. Instead
she lowered her head still further so that his warm prickhead slid down
her throat.
"Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. Her mammoth tits awhirl, she rode up and
down his huge shaft so that only a small portion of the shimmering saliva-
coated organ was visible on each downstroke. She was on fire now, totally
consumed by her carnal act. Searing flames of passion licked at her
pussy. Her eyes were hooded with pleasure and her pounding cunt was
ablaze with sexual excitement. Never had a man's prick felt so incredibly
huge, so utterly delicious. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted, her
cheeks billowing in and out, her lovely features contorted by lust. She
bobbed up and down feverishly, longing to suck him to completion, to feel
his steaming juices erupt in her mouth so that she could swallow his hot
cum.
But Mike had other plans. Even though Sarah's mouth and tongue were
bringing him unsurpassed pleasure, he knew it was time to stop. If he let
her voracious oral cavern tug at his pulsating rod much longer, he would
shoot his wad. And the big Irishman had an even more tempting spot in
mind. The look of sheer rapture on his wife's flushed face, the eager
manner in which her fingers kneaded his balls assured him that she liked
the feel of his warm meat inside her mouth. The way she yanked on him
proved, without a doubt, that his mouth fucking surpassed the oral
screwing Sarah got when she posed for the lurid photo. Satisfied that he'd
proved his masculine superiority, Mike tightened his grip on Sarah's hair
and lifted her head. His saliva-coated rod slipped wetly away and she
looked at it longingly like a child who had just had a lollipop snatched
away from his mouth.
"That's enough far now," he told her. "But don't worry, baby. From
now on, you're gonna give me regular blow-jobs. And next time, I wanna
see you swallow my cum. All of it, you understand?" He chuckled at the
eager nod of her head, the way her eyes glittered. Sarah's sexual
appetite even surpassed that of the lusty divorcee he'd been screwing on
the side. If only he had known what his wife was really like! Mike knew,
with swift certainty, that there would be no more clandestine meetings
with Lil. Sarah was not only prettier and more voluptuous, she outsucked
and outfucked the blonde as well. The time had come for the ultimate
test. If his wife passed this final exam, Mike was certain that neither
of them would ever stray again.
"Get up!" he ordered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"And bend over and give me your ass so I can fuck you doggie-style!"
Sarah scrambled to her feet, bending submissively over the side of the
bed, spreading her legs eagerly. Her pale moons rose temptingly and Mike
eyed the creamy slit between her fuzzy cuntal lips, seeing it quiver in
anticipation. So she liked being screwed this way! But he wasn't about
to wear himself out before the grand finale. Mike would spear her milky
slot a few times just to show Sarah that he could stab her from the rear
better than any other stud she'd offered her two-timing ass to.
Positioning himself directly behind his naked wife, he grabbed her
rounded hips and poked his hot jutting shaft into her uplifted cunt.
"Oooooohhh," the brunette sighed as she thrilled to the pressure of
this new invasion. Wriggling her ass, she butted against him, trying to
consume more of his vastness. "Ooohhhhhh, that feels so goooooood!" she
moaned, meeting his powerful forward thrusts by pushing backward. Her
eyelids grew heavy and her arms trembled on the edge of the bed.
"Deeper!" she begged, her hips working in swift harmony with those
pressing against hers.
Mike fucked in and out of her with carefully measured strokes, but
his eyes were riveted to the sphincter muscle directly above her cuntal
opening. He licked his lips greedily, his eyes bright. He waited until
Sarah was skewering back on him vigorously, offering her great white ass
in total surrender, before he launched his attack. With admirable skill
and timing, he withdrew his lust-bloated organ completely, waiting for the
next backward thrust of his wife's hips. His hands clutching her hips
even tighter, the brawny young man aimed his quivering bubbling shaft of
meat at the tiny ring of unsuspecting flesh directly above her oozing
vagina. When her lunging behind came toward him, he inserted his mammoth
prickhead into the tight orifice between her buttocks, hurling his hips
forward.
Sarah cried out in pain at the cruel invasion. Her entire body
stiffened in protest and she tried to pull her hips forward. Her efforts
were in vain, for Mike's tightly clenched fingers held her firmly in
place. "Aghhhhhhh!" she screamed when he pushed harder into her burning
asstunnel. Her inviolate orifice puckered violently in outrage and sharp
tearing pains ripped through her rectum. "Oh stop!" she begged, gasping
for air. "Oh God, it hurts!"
Hearing her agonized cries gave Mike a perverse thrill. He pushed
harder, sending his swollen punishing joint deeper into her unwilling
aperture. He felt her buttocks tense and heard her gulp for air. Her
struggles were making his invasion even more painful for her. Jerking his
pelvis, he burrowed into her even more, forcing her virginal anus to
stretch wider despite its reluctance.
"Please don't!" she pleaded, sobbing. "I can't stand it! You'll
split my ass! Oh stop, stop!"
But Mike had no intention of desisting. He tore into her more
savagely, burying his huge cock in her tightly constricted rectum. He had
accomplished the first part of his mission, for his faithless wife was
begging for mercy. Satisfied that he had given her enough pain, Mike
decided that it was time to give her pleasure.
He withdrew one of his hands from her hip to stroke the creamy slit
located under his deeply embedded organ. His probing fingers slithered
across her saturated membranes until they found the nub of her clitoris.
He squeezed it gently, teasingly feeling it rise under his touch. As his
fingers continued to caress the tiny penislike structure, he felt his
wife's tense body begin to relax. She stopped trying to jerk her pelvis
forward and her sobs diminished. Mike waited until her hot nub of
femininity was filled with blood, stiff under his touch, before he
withdrew his other hand from her pelvis. When his hand left the curve of
her hip, Sarah did not try to pull away. Mike shoved the first two
fingers of his left hand up the brunette's creamy vagina while he
continued to torment her swollen clitoris with his other hand. He heard
the sudden rush of air whoosh from her lungs as she sighed in pleasure.
Slowly, her hips began to move again. The burning of her tormented
asshole was accompanied by a definite throbbing now. Ripples of pleasure-
pain coursed through her body. Her crowded rectum relaxed, opening wide
to welcome its determined invader at last. Her body began to work with
him rather than against him. Every cell in her being was aflame with this
new and glorious carnal sensation. The triple treat of having her anus so
thoroughly invaded, her clitoris incessantly flicked, and her vagina
double-fingered was the most devastating sensation Sarah had ever
experienced.
Her full lips parted, she began to moan in ecstasy, her ass pumping
backward to suck up every possible inch of Mike's great burrowing length.
Her vaginal opening secreted heavily, its milky nectar trickling down to
coat Mike's fingers. Never in her life had she been so thoroughly and
completely conquered! Mike had fucked her cunt, her mouth, and now he was
infiltrating still another orifice. Drunk with passion, she skewered back
on his hot spear with dedication. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy,
she surrendered herself completely to his masterful invasion.
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned, lifting her ass high in the air. "Fuck,
fuck! Deeper, harder! Oh give me more, more!"
"Do you like having your asshole fucked?" Mike asked, breathing
heavily as he tore into her.
"Yesssssss," she replied, shimmying wildly.
"Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"
"Never!" she gasped, her legs trembling at the feel of his relentless
fingers soaring up her oozing cunt, the steady pinching and tweaking of
her fiery clitoris. "And I love it! I love you! Oh, Mike, Mike, keep
fucking! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Triumph surged through his veins. He was intoxicated by the
thrilling knowledge that he was fucking his wife where no cock had ever
been before. He alone had claimed her virgin asshole, introducing her to
the most thrilling of all carnal delights and he had made her love it!
She was ramming her bucking ass up against him like a bitch in heat,
begging for more. He had never seen such a heated response. The
realization that he had conquered her completely filled him with a heady
sense of power, making him feel more masculine and virile than ever
before. That and the magnificent tightness of her grasping asshole
brought him to the apex of physical joy. Jerking his hips violently, he
ripped into her again and again until his great shaft of flesh exploded,
sending its scalding contents splattering against the tender walls of her
crowded rectum. His handsome features altered by lust, he cried out in
wild abandon. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, his erupting prick emptying within
her innermost depths.
Exquisitely aware of his steaming juices splattering within her newly
conquered passageway, Sarah soon joined her husband in thrilling orgasm.
A strange catlike sound tore from her throat as she bucked and jerked,
surrendering herself to the most devastating climax of her entire life.
Her tormented clitoris fluttered wildly while the walls of her finger-
filled vagina swelled and convulsed. The volcanic eruption deep within
her asshole heightened her response, making her head reel while her heart
pounded. Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of her eyes and she heard
a ringing in her ears. Their sweating bodies working in unsurpassed
accord, the bucking pair ascended the apex of carnal joy together,
climbing to new and glorious heights of sensation, sharing the most soul-
searing devastating orgasms of their lives.
When at last their epilectic seizures ceased, they collapsed on the
bed in a sated heap.
Once Sarah had caught her breath, she reached out to run her hand
across her husband's chest. Never before had she felt so feminine, so
womanly, so totally possessed by a man. Bathed in the warmth of
afterglow, she was filled with love and tenderness for the man who had
just claimed her so magnificently, so superbly. He had made love to her
in every conceivable manner, surpassing anything she had ever known
before. His warm cum trickled slowly from her dual apertures and the
taste of his precoital juices still lingered on her tongue. Sarah now
knew that she was not oversexed, after all, that Mike's libido was every
bit as powerful as hers. And she also knew that for the first time in her
life, she would know total satisfaction without suffering from guilt
afterward. And she knew why. It was because Mike was her husband, the man
she loved and cherished with all her heart. That made everything good and
clean and right between them the way it could never be with anyone else.
Somehow she had to make him understand about those awful photos and her
reasons for going to bed with his brother.
"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close. "I love you so! Oh,
darling, can you ever forgive me?" Her words coming in a rush, she tried,
once more, to explain why she had posed for those pictures in the first
place.
This time Mike listened, his arms reaching out to cradle her. When
she got to the part about Gene's attempted blackmail, Mike's jaw clenched
and his eyes darkened in anger. Because he had idolized his younger
brother so, it was hard to accept the fact that Gene would stoop so low.
But he knew it was so, for he had witnessed his betrayal with his own
eyes. Ugly and painful as it was, Mike had to face the truth.
"I was afraid to let you see those photos, Mike," she went on, her
voice choking with emotion. "I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd
hate me, so I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage." A strangled
sob tore from her throat. "Oh I've been such a fool!"
"So have I, darling," Mike conceded, sighing heavily. His fingers
caressing her shoulder, he confessed that he had been cheating on her as
well.
"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close. "I love you so! Oh,
darling, can you ever forgive me?"
Mike's face softened. "I guess I can see why you resorted to taking
that modeling job, after all," he said with a heavy sigh when she
finished. "Desperation can make us do things we'd never consider
otherwise," he added, thinking how his own desperate need for physical
release had driven him into the arms of other women.
"I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd hate me," Sarah
continued. "So I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage," she added
with a little sob. "Oh I've been such a fool!"
"So have I," he said, pulling her close. "I love you so!" His heart
overflowing, Mike brought his lips down on hers. Their bodies straining
close, they lost themselves in a warm and tender embrace. Their fervant
kiss washed away all the hurt and betrayal and misunderstanding between
them, leaving only love in its stead. By the time they drew apart, their
eyes were shining with a newfound joy.
The End
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