I found this story about three years ago and never found the conclusion.
Hopefully someone out there has it, or knows where I can get it...
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CHAPTER 1
Jennifer Armstrong stretched the entire length of her young full body
across the open coverlets of the large double bed, spreading her arms over the
pillow and touching her hands lightly to the headboard behind. She yawned and
smiled softly, turning her pretty face to the half-drawn blinds: a stream of
morning sunlight shone through, crossing the lush mohair carpet and describing
a dancing arc of brilliancy on the young woman's firm smoothly curving thighs.
Her long blonde eyelashes fluttered momentarily as she slowly awoke
from a long night's sleep. It should be at least ten o'clock, she thought.
Dave, her husband, must have gone out for his game of golf before she had even
stirred, and her brother and sister were probably at the beach by now, so she
would have the house to herself until late afternoon. The girl brushed her
long satiny blonde hair away from her face, letting it fall in a cascading
cushion behind her finely sculpted neck. She gazed down abstractly at the thin
sheet partially shielding her body from the slight breeze blowing through the
open window and sighed. It had been more than three years since she had seen
Sandy and Ellen, her sister and brother, and they had changed more than she
had imagined was possible during that time. When she had arrived at the large
luxurious ranch-style house with Dave yesterday afternoon, she was shocked to
notice the difference: her sister's body had blossomed into the fulsome curves
of young woman-hood, and her brother's boyish frame had taken on the muscular
angularity of the young man he had actually become. She wasn't sure whether
she liked the transition they had made from awkward adolescence to youthful
maturity, yet she knew their growing up was inevitable. She raised herself in
bed, toweling the bedsheet across her large smoothly uplifting breasts, a
slight frown creasing the smooth peaches-and-cream complexion of her face, as
she made an effort to thrust her disturbing thoughts away.
She was being silly, she knew. There was no reason to be upset with
the natural process of growing up that was both frightening and wonderful; her
own young body with its full breasts and voluptuously rounded hips was fair
testament to that, she thought with a quick self-satisfied smile. Her
high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples clearly showed
through the thin fabric of the covering sheet had gone through the same
process of maturing as Ellen's were going through right now, and that change
from girl-child to young woman should be considered perfectly natural.
Jennifer looked down to the sheet tapering over her slender girlish
waist, and her thoughts were confirmed by the mental vision of her own body.
It was marvelous, yet somehow disconcerting, she mused, how it would attract
admiring attention from the most discriminating men--and envy from women. The
line of the sheet spread over the flat plane of Jennifer's stomach and across
the rounded firmness of her hips down to her gently swelling thighs, as though
indicated by the soft pencil line of the artist, the smooth arc of her calves
graduated into this delicately formed ankles, completing the luxuriantly
provocative picture of sensuous young femininity.
She pushed the sheet away and stood up from the bed and walked naked
across the plush white carpet to the window. Now the sunlight struck her body
in its full stark whiteness, highlighting the blonde triangle of pubic hair of
her loins and glowing radiantly on the ivory-toned skin of the girl's naked
thighs. She raised up the blinds and looked into the backyard that was
peacefully secluded from the view of neighboring houses by a high row of thick
green hedges. Flecks of light played on the mirror-still surface of the large
kidney-shaped swimming pool, dazzling brightly in Jennifer's hazel eyes and
accentuating her evenly sculpted facial features.
Yes, all of this would be hers for the entire day, she thought, and
she felt a sense of relief knowing that Dave, her husband, would be out of the
house along with her sister and brother until some time that afternoon. She
needed the rest after the intense socializing of last night. They had arrived
at four the preceding afternoon, and had spent the evening talking with her
brother and sister. It had been a long exausting trip by station wagon from
Virginia and Jennifer really hadn't felt up to the family party that had
inevitably developed, nor had she been assured that her parents would have
approved of Dave's way of indulging Sandy and Ellen with bourbon. Bill and
Martha Jackson had taken off for a vacation in Europe shortly before Dave and
Jennifer's arrival, and the Armstrong's visit to the luxurious Connecticut
home had been planned as both a family reunion and a way of looking after the
two teenagers without going through the difficult and embarrassing process of
hiring a baby-sitter for the children who, after all, were young adults
themselves.
"I think you'll find the children more mature than you might expect,"
Jennifer's mother had written a month before, "but in many ways both Sandy and
Ellen need the kind of guidance I think you can give them. They are hardly
adults, and you are well aware, I'm sure, of the problems that your brother
and sister's generation are confronting. Jennifer, you escaped the temptations
of marijuana and free sex, but I'm not sure that Sandy and Ellen have done the
same."
Jennifer had found the letter perplexing. Had her mother meant to say
that Sandy and Ellen were actually experimenting with such things? It was of
course entirely possible, yet she couldn't face the possibility without
feeling unnerved; it didn't seem probable that either her brother or sister
would be foolish enough to go off the deep end like that. In her mind, they
were still innocent young children. She had noticed a change in the way Sandy
had regarded her when she had entered the house yesterday afternoon, but she
had rationalized his flirtatious manner as a symptom of his growing awareness
of sex as he approached masculine maturity. What had disturbed her was how
Ellen had hugged and kissed her own husband whom Ellen had never met before,
pushing her hips close in to Dave's loins as though she had discovered a lost
lover rather than having been introduced to a brother-in-law. Jennifer knew
she was being foolish yet she couldn't help feeling uneasy at the way her
sister dressed, with her sweaters so tight you could actually see the outline
of the girl's nipples, naked and bra-less beneath the tightly pressing
cashmere fabric. But again she knew she was a victim of sibling rivalry, and
if she wished the summer vacation to be a success, she would have to push such
thoughts out of her mind.
The distant ringing of a bell reverberating down the hall from the
living room awakened her from her thoughts, yet in the intensity of her
musings it seemed a great distance away and not part of reality at all.
Suddenly she realized it was the doorbell and after several moments of waiting
and hoping whoever it was would go away and leave her to the intimacy of her
thoughts, she resignedly turned from the window, threw on a robe and walked
down the hallway to open the door.
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"Mrs. Armstrong, I presume," the smiling face of a tall blonde
teenager confronted her with an abruptness that startled the young woman
momentarily.
His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the
cleavage of her breasts under the thin robe.
Jennifer pulled the robe close, unnerved by the lewd stare that didn't
pull away from the smoothly undulating curves of her body, so evident beneath
the light covering material.
"Yes...uh, are you a friend of Sandy's?" she managed,moving back from
the door.
"Yeah," the youth said, exposing a pair of crooked discolored teeth.
"But actually a real good friend of Ellen's."
"Ellen's not here. She's gone to the beach with Sandy and won't be
back until this evening," Jennifer said with more coldness than she had
intended.
Jennifer looked at the boy's thin pock-marked face, then stared past
him to the street. A child pedaled past on a tricycle; a bird lit on a
low-hanging branch behind the boy's head.
"Mind if I step in for a cup of coffee, Mrs. Armstrong?"
She flinched at hearing the boy using her name. Evidently, Ellen had
told him of her visit, she thought, and for some reason she felt anxious at
the way he had casually addressed her. "It won't take but a minute. After all,
lady, I am your sister's boyfriend."
Jennifer stood limply aside and let him pass into the living room.
"I take my coffee black, Ma'am," he said, slouching down on the low
danish-modern sofa.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name," she said, folding her arms
uncomfortably over her voluptuously full breasts as the boy continued staring
obscenely across at her.
He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. His face colored slowly,
and then he said: "Chuck. Chuck Miller, and you're Jennifer," he smacked his
lips and withdrew a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket. "Yeah, Ellen's
been tellin' me a lot about ya. Bet ya didn't recognize your baby sister, did
ya? Oh I tell ya, she's grown a helluva lot since then, yes Ma'am."
Jennifer went into the kitchen and plugged the coffee pot already
filled with water and grinds from breakfast into the wall socket behind the
stove. She heard Chuck Miller shuffling about in the next room, the sound of
music suddenly blaring from the stereo set, and she felt another surge of
irritation at the boy's uncouth manners. She couldn't understand how her
sister could have chosen this repulsive teenager as a boy friend. Tall and
skinny, with a pock-marked face scarred from severe acne, he was in no manner
the match for Jennifer's sister whose youthful good looks far outclassed the
stumbling awkwardness of the Miller boy. There was something disconcerting
about the way he had stared at her at the front door, not removing his eyes
from her barely clad body whose gently swelling contours pressed against the
sheerness of her robe; but again she reprimanded herself for projecting her
own insecure feelings onto the boy who might have been simply oblivious to the
fact that he had disturbed her so much.
"I'm sorry, but this is a bit warmed-over," she said, more cheerfully,
as she returned to the living room with two cups of hot coffee and some rolls
set on a tray.
"It'll do just fine," he said, and bent his frame to the cup and
saucer she had set on the coffee table in front of him.
For the first time Jennifer found her own gaze focusing on the boy's
body, as though his lewd glances at her provoked a kind of obscene magnetic
response in herself, and she blushed over when she realized that her eyes had
lit on the bulge of the boy's genitals beneath the rough tight-pressing
material of his jeans. Chuck looked up at her, catching her glance, and
smiled.
"Y'know, I didn't realize that Ellen had such a goddamn sexy sister!"
he laughed heartily, the cup jiggling in his hand.
Jennifer felt her face color over again. She pulled the flimsy robe
tighter around her waist and sat down in the arm chair across from him,
crossing and uncrossing her legs uncomfortably as her sister's boyfriend
continued staring relentlessly at her.
"How long have you known Ellen?" she tried to find a subject that
would distract the almost repulsively rude boy from his obvious fascination
with her young body.
He said flatly, "Met your sister at a beach party last July. First
thing I saw coming at me from down the beach was this little sexpot poured
into a tight black bikini, those big tits bobbing and that sweet li'l ass
swinging, and you know, Mrs. Armstrong, I just got too goddamn hot and
bothered." He shook his head and stared meditatively out the living room
window. "She's good, Mrs. Armstrong, too goddamn good...but now I see that
sorta thing kinda runs in the family."
Jennifer recoiled in her chair. Chuck's clouded blue eyes danced
merrily, a wide uncontrolled grin expanding his cheeks. "But I guess ya
haven't had the chance to see all that's happened to Sandy and Ellen," he
cleared his throat, and passed his eyes over her gracefully crossed legs.
"Bet ya can tell a lot has changed since you've been gone."
It hasn't been anything that I might not know about?" Jennifer asked,
her curiosity whetted.
Chuck Miller pushed back his thick mop of greasy blonde hair from his
forehead. "Nothing," he said, and slapped his hand against the flat of his
thigh. "I mean, Mrs. Armstrong, Christ, all ya gotta do is use your
imagination!"
A thin line of perspiration beaded on the boy's upper lip. He was
obviously disturbed by the way she had pursued the subject, and now she was
unsure whether he wanted her to know what kinds of things her sister and
brother had been doing, or if he just wanted to drop it.
"Tell ya the truth, Ma'am," the Miller boy said, stubbing out the
butt of his cigarette in an elaborately sculpted ceramic ashtray. "It ain't
the sorta things ladies should hear about!"
Jennifer shifted uneasily in her chair. An apprehensive chill swept
down the length of her spine as the pale face of her sister's boy friend
turned to her. It was just a feeling, she knew, and she couldn't justify the
nature of her slowly building fear although she sensed a quality of evil, or
perhaps merely a lingering taint of immorality in that young face that
should have been innocent and pure in its youthfulness, but which appeared
strangely old beyond its years. "I really...I don't understand wh-what you
mean," she stuttered.
"Well," he drew out the single syllable of the word, sighing as his
eyes casually took in the shape of her firmly-set breasts that swayed
slightly as Jennifer turned to him. "Parties, stuff like that, Mrs.
Armstrong."
"But Chuck, that doesn't seem unusual."
"Sandy and Ellen," he scratched his head and twisted nervously on
the sofa, "They're not just goin' to parties. They organize 'em. Sorta like
orgies, if ya get what I mean."
"Good Lord, th --that's impossible!" she said in a high-pitched
voice. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, and she watched the boy
in shock as he stood up from the sofa.
Chuck Miller thrust his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
"Well, Sandy and Ellen, they're really close. Y' might say, Mrs. Armstrong,
that they like doing things together. Not exactly orgies, mind ya, that's
too strong a word, but pretty near it."
"You know, Chuck, I think you're just making all this up," Jennifer
smiled. "I don't believe a word you've said. I should know my own sister and
brother, and they're just not like that."
I suppose," he chuckled. "But they, well they do things your mom and
dad wouldn't approve of."
"Tell me, Chuck, does it have anything to do with marijuana? You can
be open with me. After all, I'm only a few years older than yourself."
The sight of Ellen's sister clothed in only the thin blue robe that
showed the sensual outline of her smoothly uplifting breasts had clearly
excited him, and he clenched his fist over his chest, fighting within
himself over the lust that was building in his adolescent body, and trying
to suppress the bulge of his cock between his legs from becoming too
obvious. "Yeah, that's part of it," he regained his composure somewhat. "But
ya can't let your parents know about it. Geeze, Sandy and Ellen'd kill me."
"Well, it's certainly the kind of thing teenagers are going through
these days," she said philosophically.
Chuck Miller looked relieved. He moved across the carpeted floor and
sat down on the end of the sofa closest to her, propping his feet on the
coffee table and lighting another cigarette. Jennifer watched him
uncomfortably, wishing that he would leave so that she could begin the day
as she had planned. She had to admit to herself that she was not too shocked
at what he had told her. She was not so ignorant about the goings-on of the
generation only a few years her junior that she was completely unaware of
the dangers of marijuana smoking or the promiscuous activities that many
young people were taking part in to be overwhelmed by this new information
about Sandy and Ellen. She did find it difficult to imagine how her sister
could have gotten involved with the Miller boy whose coarse manners and
crude way of talking left everything to be desired. He just didn't seem to
be her sister's type, but she reminded herself how things had changed since
she had graduated from high-school. Teenagers were a lot more open in their
attitudes towards drugs and sex, and, like it or not, she thought
reflectively, their free-swinging, life-styles demonstrated this.
"Damn, y'know, I never imagined Ellen had a sister as pretty as you
are, Mrs. Armstrong," the boy said, breaking her disjointedly from her
thoughts.
Jennifer looked up.
"I mean," the Miller boy said, standing from the couch and pivoting
onto the floor in front of her. "Ya got a body that'd turn anybody on,
especially a guy like me!"
Nervously, Jennifer pressed back the long sweep of her honey-colored
hair that curled over her neck, pushing it out behind her back. The boy
suddenly stood directly in front of her, his face contorted into an
expression of lust, his eyes, that reflected the glare of sunlight coming in
the curtained windows, beaded on her loins.
"What ya doin' married, Mrs. Armstrong? Good, God, ya know ya could
go places with a goddamn body like that!"
She flinched when he rested his hand on the back of her chair. She
could see the slight swell of his balls filling his jeans and the
protuberant bulge of his hardness pressing tightly against the blue denim.
"Good God, you're ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "I've never met
anybody like you before!"
"That's what everybody says, Mrs. Armstrong. That's just what your
sister said when she first met me. 'Chuck,' she says, 'I never met anybody
like you.' But I ain't as bad as all that. I mean, was I being forward, I
mean am I being forward sayin' I like a pair of big tits like yours?"
"Damn it! You're obscene!" Tears of outraged humiliation flooded her
eyes. "Perhaps Ellen likes to be treated like this, but remember, young man,
I am not my little sister!"
She rose from her chair, but the boy's hand gripped the back of her
robe, catching her in mid-movement and spinning her around towards his face.
Jennifer twisted from him, swinging the flat of her hand into his cheek and
he fell back, his hand rising to the smarting blow. Jennifer's robe had come
completely undone in that terrifying moment and she quickly pulled it shut
over the large upstanding mounds of her breasts that jostled just inches
from his face.
"I guess I better go," he said dumbly.
Jennifer nodded.
"I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Mrs. Armstrong," he
apologized. "It was that goddamn robe. You shouldn't be walking around in
something as naked as that."
Looking down she noticed that the front of her robe had come open
again, disclosing the deep cleavage of her widely-spaced breasts. One nipple
protruded lewdly to the side, its rose tipped firmness completely exposed to
Chuck Miller's obscene gaze.
Quickly, she thrust her hand to her chest, pulling the light blue
cotton over her lust-inciting nakedness. She caught a glimpse of herself in
the full length mirror that hung over the sofa: her long blonde hair fell in
a brightly shimmering halo around her face, appearing slightly mussed from
the struggle with the boy; her robe was a bit daring, she realized, noting
the curve of her hips that pressed tightly in a gently undulating line
against the loose fabric. She turned to her sister's boy friend, attempting
to think of something to say that would soothe the tense situation, but
nothing came. Even if he had tried to seduce her, it was clear that he had
been provoked by her sensuous appearance, and she was partly to blame for
all of this. Still, she thought, there were limits and he had boldly
transgressed them, having assumed that Jennifer was as loose with her
affections as her sister.
The boy turned from her and pushed through the open screen door.
Jennifer Armstrong looked out the living room window as her sister's
boy friend walked across the front lawn and slid into his sportscar parked
in front of the house. Then she turned away from the harsh glare of the sun
and faced the empty room. An odd odor filled the air, smelling familiar and
yet strange to her sharpened senses, more like the odor of dying flowers --
but no that wasn't it, it smelled like something human, something resembling
the scent of bodies worked up to a fever pitch of excitement, which was
clearly the odor of human lust.
Things had occurred so swiftly that Jennifer hardly had time to
reflect on what had happened to her. All she knew was that what had begun
yesterday evening as a pleasant vacation with her brother and sister and
husband was now turning into an ordeal that she wished would end as quickly
as possible. She shuddered when she considered what Ellen might think when
Chuck told her what had happened. Maybe the boy would be sensible enough not
to mention it...but sensible he wasn't, she reminded herself. Dave, her
husband, would be unable to comprehend the incident, and if he found out
about it, she feared a confrontation between him and the Miller boy. Her
husband who was a few years older than herself had never been tolerant about
things like this, and over the past year he had become more and more
disgusted with Sandy and Ellen's generation and and their constant
demonstrations for this or that cause...
Jennifer's stomach dropped as she recalled the lewd bulge of her
sister's boy friend's long thick cock throbbing beneath his jeans. Had it
been her fault? Was she to blame for his obscene excitement? She remembered
that she had stared rather curiously at his tight fitting jeans for a
moment; in her half-dazed state she had scarcely been aware of what she was
doing, and perhaps it had been that that excited the Miller boy. She didn't
know. The touch of his hand on the back of her neck had frightened her, and
she had struck out blindly, not reflecting on whether he wanted to merely
reassure her that his ill-mannered comments were not to be taken too
seriously. Surely if this were the case he would have good cause to complain
to Jennifer's sister about it.
She went into the bedroom again and changed quickly into a pair of
white summer shorts and a halter. It was going to be a hot day, and barring
any more unforeseen complications, she wanted to remain as cool and as
self-possessed as possible. She sat down in front of the mirrored bureau and
began combing out her long blonde hair with gentle swoops of her brush. It
was already quite warm and she was glad for the air conditioning that she
had snapped in the bedroom: cool wisps of refrigerated air played softly in
her hair and blew gently on the nape of her neck, refreshing her and
relaxing her somewhat. Her reflection mirrored back at her was beautiful,
she had to admit to that. The rounded peaks of her high-set breasts stood up
defiantly beneath the bikini bra, and she could look down through the canyon
between them to the white-clothed "vee" of her loins, the slight mound of
her pussy pressing softly against the tightly-covering material. She was
proud of her startling good looks -- and yet, she mused, it was the reason
for what had happened only a few short minutes ago. If she had just been a
plain-Jane none of the sordid things in the living room would have occurred.
On the other hand, she probably wouldn't have gotten her husband Dave either
.if she hadn't been quite so beautiful, she thought as she continued the
rhythmic stroking of her hair.
At times she viewed her attractiveness as a test of her ability to
cope with situations such as the one earlier with her sister's boy friend.
Other girls were never bothered by the curse of being wanted just for
striking beauty -- they had something else to attract, something that came
from within. But for the most part she had risen to the challenge, and had
grown inside as a person, and she hoped that Dave had been aware of this
when he had proposed marriage to her...
She had met her husband at a yacht club dance three summers before,
and their attraction to each other had been immediate. He had been watching
her all evening long, as she had been dating one of Dave's sailing team
partners throughout the first two weeks of summer vacation and was not yet
properly introduced to Armstrong. During an intermission at the dance Dave
had managed to be alone with Jennifer and had coaxed her out onto the dimly
lit patio overlooking Long Island Sound. Now, she recalled with startling
clarity their first embrace and how his hands had brushed tentatively
against her aching breasts. It had been unusual for her to give into him so
easily, but she had known intuitively that somehow it was right, and that
everything had been romantically perfect.
Of course she had been chased by other cocky young males before that
evening with Dave, but they had all seemed so immature and had not really
appealed to her. That spring and summer had especially been filled with
young suitors. Her breasts had enlarged and full firm lines of her already
well-developed body had taken on the voluptuous curves that for most men
--as in the case of Chuck Miller this morning -- had been hard to resist. On
occasions, she had let them rub their bodies up against her clothed loins or
touch her breasts through the cloth of her bra, but nothing more. It had
aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always overcome
this by strict concentration on the moral values her mother had drilled into
her.
Her wealthy parents had sent her to the finest of finishing schools,
supplementing her education with moral admonishments against petting and
other evils that might lead to the loss of her virginity before marriage.
And Jennifer had followed those ideals which had been instilled in her,
deporting herself accordingly.
But things had changed that summer, she remembered now as she stared
dreamily at the reflection of her face in the bureau mirror. That lovely
July and August had been filled with moonlit swims and solitary walks along
the Connecticut shore with Dave, and slowly she had learned to love and
trust him. She admired his quick sense of humor, and his appealing boyish
laugh, and was completely taken by his masculine good looks. Yes, he was all
she could have asked for, tall and handsome and intelligent. She had caused
quite a stir among his group of older friends in the small tight-knit yacht
club group he associated with, and more than one of them had attempted to
get her off into a corner, trying to get her phone number or a quick kiss.
But her feelings had remained strong and constant for Dave...
She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but
on several occasions it had been close. With all the willpower she possessed
she had resisted his urgent advances, knowing that it was right for him to
push her the way he had been doing, but also aware that if she had given in
to his pleadings she would have lost all her self-respect.
Often to show him that she was not as much of a prude as he had
suspected, she would let him reach under her sweater and massage her nakedly
exposed breasts while they were alone on the beach or Dave's sloop for an
evening sail. Once, while anchored in the middle of a secluded Connecticut
bay, she drank too much of Dave's Jamaican Rum; they had layed out in their
swim-suits on the open teak-wood deck, letting the flickering starlight play
over their bodies, and he had run his hand over the smooth flatness of her
stomach, touching softly at her bikini bra.
At that instant Jennifer felt herself more excited than at any
previous moment of her life. She didn't protest when he pressed his fingers
beneath her bra and unsnapped its halter, exposing the two succulent mounds
to the shimmering moonlight. His fingers had seized one nipple and he had
squeezed and kneaded softly at it until it stood out in rigid hardness. Warm
tingling sensations of salacious pleasure rippled through her gently
quivering breasts and spread out lewdly into her loins when he lowered his
head to the full white flesh and began to suck.
"Oh, no Dave, pleeeeese," she had swooned uncontrollably, attempting
to push him away, but really wanting him to continue his lewd ministrations.
Then she felt his other hand slide down across her heaving rib cage
until it rested on the narrow elastic waistband of her bikini panties.
Slowly, gently, he had insinuated his hand beneath the tightly clasping band
until his fingertips made electric contact with the soft covering of blonde
pubic hair around her already moistening pussy. She had squirmed, her thighs
buckling upward but to push him away, but he had persisted.
"Nooo, oh no, stopppp, we can't!" she had moaned, knowing all the
while that it was useless.
He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the swoosh of his
trunks being pulled from his hips and suddenly a blunt fleshy pressure
against the top of her thigh. It was his penis! She had never felt one
before and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange
touch.
She had been ready to pull away when suddenly his hand that still
rested on the top of her pubic mound had probed down into her moist wet
vagina. A lewd pulse of rippling sensation was sent up through her, and
suddenly she felt frozen to the deck, her full rounded buttocks tilting up
uncontrollably to rest her moist vaginal slit closer to his moving middle
finger.
He had taken her momentary pause as a sign that she had given in to
him, and he moved her hand over his long fleshy hardness, and with his own
fingers he wrapped her hand around it. She clenched them warmly around his
warmly pulsating length, hearing his barely audible groan through her
gasping breath. She had no idea that his cock would be so enormous! It
seemed her fingers would barely go around it. Instinctively, and without
thinking, she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth and up
and down the rapidly hardening shaft. Nothing in the world had ever felt so
good. He sluiced his middle finger in and out of her moistly dilating cunt,
searching farther and farther up inside her still panty-clad pussy,
stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen, and she was afraid she
would split it and end her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she
could do about it. The thrilling sensation racing through her loins was too
great and pulsed too wildly to resist, and she relaxed her inner thighs to
give him better access to her and at the same time increased the speed of
her stroking on his thickly burgeoning cock. With each gentle stroke she
could feel Dave's penis jerking into greater hardness, though a moment ago
she wouldn't have dreamed that possible.
Suddenly, he had pushed up on top of her, his hands yanking at her
panties. She clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his pulsating
shaft between them. Dave had struggled to unwedge it and press the tip into
the opening of her warmly throbbing vagina, but she knew she must wait even
if she had wanted it as much as he did.
Jennifer rested her face in the cup of her hand now, feeling her
eyes clouded over with a light mist, and she felt the moisture begin to seep
down between her legs under the influence of her provocative recollections.
She recalled how her boy friend had fought against her and how she had
struggled back, inadvertently gripping her hand tighter around his hotly
straining cock. Just as he had forced the head beneath the leg band of her
bikini panties, and the hotly throbbing crown was poised precariously
between the splayed-open lips of her cunt, she felt it jerk out of control.
She had instinctively pulled harder until she could feel his rigid hard cock
and its smooth rubbery head begin its warm orgasmic squirting.
Dave gasped. The hot thick stream spurted out in full force from it
until her tangled blonde pussy hair was covered with warm wet semen. It
flowed over the insides of her upper thighs, and rivuleted down between her
legs to moisten the deck beneath her buttocks.
Jennifer's face was beet-red now, and she suppressed a sigh of
childish embarrassment as she looked back at the image of herself keyed up
to a feverish pitch of lewd excitement. She set down her comb and stood up
from the dressing table. For some reason she found incidents such as this
one as moving and provocative as any of the more open contacts with Dave
when he had actually thrust his long thick cock up into her willingly
waiting pussy after marriage. Perhaps it was the gently suggestive quality
of those earliest moments that excited her -- the thoughts of his penis
spewing its sperm onto her thigh, and the recollections that she had tried
to push him off, knowing that what they were doing was wrong made the memory
all the more salacious. She recalled now how Dave had held her hand,
pressing his head gently to her breasts, and muttering some vague words of
apology for his failure, but it hadn't mattered. She had stroked the back of
his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he
continued gasping for several long minutes.
Now all that was over, and she and Dave had been married for two
years. He had become deeply involved in his job as purchasing agent for a
large electronics firm, and although she had found him more than
satisfactory as a husband, there was something missing in their relationship
that she couldn't put her finger on.
She returned to the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee from
the pot she had left perking on the stove. She felt better now, and the
encounter with the Miller boy didn't bother her as much as it had earlier.
After all, he was just a kid, and probably acted in the same manner with all
the women that he met. Her thoughts about her husband, which were at once
both pleasant and troubling, had distracted her from the boy, and as she
dragged from a freshly lit cigarette and watched the smoke curling slowly up
to the ceiling, she felt a sense of tranquillity that was reinforced by a
gentle summer breeze that swept through the kitchen window.
The sharp sound of a screen door slamming from the living room broke
the silence.
"Hey, Jenny," the voice of her younger brother greeted her and the
tall dark-haired teenager appeared at the kitchen door, "forgot to bring the
lunch basket. Ellen at the guys are still at the beach. They were wondering
if you'd like to join us."
She set her coffee cup on the stove and looked at her brother.
"Gosh, it would be nice. But I'd really like to relax alone for a day or
so," she smiled.
Jennifer's brother beamed at her and pulled the towel slung over his
neck across his bare muscular shoulders. She felt proud viewing the good
looks of her younger brother. His cream colored bathing suit accentuated
perfectly the deep tan of his large chest and strongly built legs, and his
thighs were encased in the skin tight material to where they showed the
ripple of his abdominal muscles. Jennifer's eyes wandered to the large bulge
of his maleness and she watched, unconscious of what she was doing, as he
lifted one foot and placed it on top of the other, turning to face her, and
the outline of his cock came into view defined clearly against his balls.
God, she thought, it was happening again! Why couldn't she control herself!
She would have to watch herself if she didn't want the same problem that had
erupted with the Miller boy to occur again, this time with her own brother!
"Jenny, is something wrong?" her brother's voice broke through her
dazed consciousness.
"No, I was just thinking," she said, and turned her head away
quickly. "A friend of Ellen's dropped by earlier. Chuck Miller. Do you know
him?"
He nodded slowly, "He's been going out with Ellen for about a year
now. What do you think of him?"
"He, uh, doesn't seem to be Ellen's type," she struggled to find the
correct words. "He's sort of crude, wouldn't you say, Sandy?"
Her brother laughed. "That's old Chuck, all right. Not much on the
social graces, is he?"
"I should say not!" Jennifer giggled, caught up in her brother's
infectious laughter.
They stood across from each other, Jennifer leaning on the formica
topped stove and her face catching the radiance of early afternoon sunlight.
Their even facial features -- the finely sculpted nose of Jennifer reflected
in the classically formed nose of her brother and the high cheek-bones
extending beneath the slightly wide-spaced eyes, created an appealing mirror
image of two young people who were obviously brother and sister. Only
Sandy's fashionably long black hair presented a contrast to the honey
colored tresses of his sister, but even this stark difference suggested two
halves of a complete whole.
"I suppose Chuck means well," he said. "It's just his way with
people. You'd never know it from the family he comes from. Money, money,
money. After you get to know him I think you'll form a better opinion."
Jennifer turned to the sink to offer her brother some coffee. "Not
for me, thanks," he smiled. "Maybe a quick beer though. The kids will be
waiting at the beach and I ought to get back."
He opened the ice box and withdrew a six-pack, setting it on the
kitchen table between them. She watched as he pulled out one shiny aluminum
can and flipped the top. The foamy liquid spouted out, and her brother
pulled it to his mouth, the beer lining his upper lip with a frothy
mustache.
"It's a little early to be drinking, don't you think?" she glanced
disapprovingly at the six-pack. "Not that it's any of my business, of
course."
Sandy glared at her, his face showing his irritation.
"I'm sorry," she said, and rested her hand tenderly on his wrist. "I
guess I'm trying to be the protective older sister. You do understand, don't
you, Sandy?"
He raised the beer can to his mouth and gulped. His eyes roamed over
his sister's full firm breasts and traced a path across her midriff down to
the slight suggestion of her pubic mound beneath the white cotton material
of her shorts. "I bet Mom told you that we were giving her some trouble. Is
that it, Jenny?"
Jennifer frowned. Again she felt uncomfortable, as she had earlier
that morning with Chuck Miller mentally undressing her with obscenely open
interest, and now she wondered whether her brother's lewd appraisal of her
body wasn't something concocted by her imagination but was as real as her
own heart that had begun pounding anxiously in her chest. No, she was
jumping to absurd conclusions! But watching her brother, seeing his almost
naked body clad only in his cream colored bathing trunks, she couldn't help
but feel the same strange fascination and tantalizing arousal of sensual
desire she had always felt for her husband, Dave. And with the same
revulsion she experienced that morning, she tried to fight off those
feelings. They had smoldered up so quickly and unexpectedly, even while she
had been struggling against her anger at her brother's uninhibited gaze.
"To tell you the truth, your friend Chuck Miller has told me some
things that are pretty upsetting. About pot, parties and things like that."
"Goddamn Chuck!" he fell back against the refrigerator and laughed.
"He never keeps his mouth shut!"
"But you won't tell him I said anything, will you?"
"Why the hell should I? It's the sort of stuff you've got to expect
from him."
"But I hardly expected you and your sister to be involved in pot!
Drinking a beer at twelve-thirty is one thing, Sandy, but smoking marijuana
is a serious matter."
He drained the can of beer and tossed it into the wastebasket at the
side of the sink. "Look, Sis. There are a lot of things that you just
wouldn't understand about me and Ellen. We're different, our lives don't go
the same direction as your own."
"Look, little brother," she laughed bitterly, "I hardly think that
twenty-four years old is standing with one foot in the grave."
"Yeah, but you were raised differently than me or Ellen. Mom and Dad
had all kinds of old fashioned ideas when you were a kid. By the time that
Ellen and me came around, they had learned better. You should see them now!
Jennifer, you'd never believe how liberal they've become!"
"That's not the impression I got from Mom's letter. Do you think
that she would have written me to baby-sit for you if she was as liberal and
open-minded as you suggest?"
"Jenny, that's not the point. Mom feels obliged to do that. What
would her snotty country-club friends think if she and Dad had taken off for
Europe leaving us alone? You don't really think she expects you to...some
sort of nurse-maid for us, do you?"
"I'm beginning to think that's exactly what you need," she shrugged.
"What's Dave say about all of this? Doesn't he think it's funny him
and his wife baby-sitting for two grown-up kids?"
Again, beneath the surface of their argument, Jennifer could feel an
underlying tension, an explosive charge to the way her brother was
challenging her. She really didn't know how to handle him when he got like
this, and she just wished he would forget the whole subject, but then she
realized it was she who had brought it up. "Dave and I talked it over. He's
of the opinion that you are not adults. Physically, you may be mature, but
you still have the minds of children."
"Jenny, I resent that," her brother said sharply. "Dave hardly knew
us before yesterday, and besides, how is he to judge our lives from his
standards? He's like you, he just doesn't have any understanding of the
situation."
He came around the table and put his arm affectionately around her
bare tanned shoulders. Suddenly, she had the urge to hug and cuddle the boy,
almost as if he were her own child. She wanted to hold him close in her arms
and pull him to the fullness of her breasts, patiently explaining to him
that he was a child yet and that he still needed the maternal care that her
mother seemed to have forgotten to give him. But she knew that this was a
foolish instinct. Her own marital problems with Dave during the past few
months had made her more sensitive to her brother's need for mothering, and
she was aware of her own desires for the love and affection that only a man
could offer.
"About those, uh, parties," she stammered, turning her hazel eyes
toward his face. That's something which really bothers me."
"Goddamit, Jenny, my social life is none of your business," he
exclaimed, and he could feel his hand tighten on her shoulder.
"It wouldn't bother you, Sandy, if you didn't have anything to hide
from me."
He spun around, and thrust his thatch of black hair out of his eyes.
"What d'you think we're doing? Having wild orgies or something?"
His sister's eyes narrowed as she reflected back his anger. "That's
what the repulsive Miller boy said. That's exactly what I'm thinking!"
He seized the picnic basket he had left beside the refrigerator and
strode out the kitchen. She ran out behind him as he disappeared down the
driveway and waved to him just as he was getting into the station wagon.
"What the hell is it now?" he shuffled back toward her across the
gravel drive.
"Dammit, Sandy, can't we talk sensibly for a while?"
A moment later brother and sister were seated on lawn chairs facing
across the wide sloping grass behind the house. Jennifer's eyes were
reddened with tears, her face half-hidden from his own. From time to time
her fresh smoothly complected face changed expression from puzzlement to
open exasperation when Sandy, who had always confided his most intimate
problems to his older sister, told the young woman of the activities he and
Ellen had been involved in over the past year. She couldn't help but feel
interested in the details of the wild parties that he and Ellen had been
having; yes, she had heard about the orgiastic gatherings that young people
were participating in that usually involved pot and free sex, but she had
never in her craziest dreams imagined that her own sister and brother would
have taken part in them.
"And so, we kinda get together and do what we feel like," he
intoned, and smiled slightly. "We smoke a little grass, and then let things
happen."
Sandy slid his chair alongside Jennifer's and thrust his knee
against the firmness of her outer thigh. She could feel it push almost
rhythmically against her, indicating to her the extent of his excitement. It
was evident to her that he had become aroused by telling her of the parties;
she could tell by the way he was breathing deeply in short gasps, and how
his nudging leg pushed more insistently against her own as he went on with
his story. She found herself wondering whether his penis was hard. She knew
she shouldn't have such thoughts, but they came automatically, and if she
drew her leg away from her brother's, it would be clear to him that she
sensed his excitement.
"...after everybody is real warmed up we separate into different
bedrooms. Lots of times I pick up anyone I can," his voice droned on
mechanically, catching Jennifer's imagination in its hypnotic monotone. "And
then we do stuff like touch each other with our mouths, like if I'm really
turned on I'll suck a girl's pussy --"
"What!" Jennifer's voice resounded in a gasp of shocked surprise.
"Goddammit, Sis, you wanted to hear all of it."
His sister drew a cigarette from the pack he had left lying on the
grass and lit it from the ember of Sandy's that he held up to her face. She
dragged deeply, then nodded for him to continue.
"Then she'll usually do the same to me. Things get wild when you
have two chicks at the same time. Can you imagine it?"
Jennifer glared at her brother but she didn't say anything. She
swayed back and forth slowly, her mind a-blur with images of her brother
making lewd oral love to some anonymous woman. It was something she could
not fathom, something light-years beyond her own knowledge and experience.
Often Dave had wanted her to take his hard erect cock between her lips and
suck it, but she had refused even though she had known there was nothing
wrong with doing it. But the very concept of her brother going to bed with
two girls at once, or two men having her sister for that matter, filled her
with a tingling sense of dread. "I -- I just don't know what to say," she
sighed, feeling his knee pressing with increasing firmness against her
thigh. "It's really incredible, Sandy. How can you permit yourself to sleep
with two girls at once! It's absurd, it's actually uncivilized!"
"Christ, Sis, what did you expect?"
"I -- I don't know. When we were in high school, we did some
petting, things like that," she said.
"Most people are sucking and worse than that, baby," he said in
provocative tone. "Man," his face reddened. "You can't imagine what it's
like, having two girls in the sack at the same time. God, it's fantastic!"
Despite herself, Jennifer felt a warming sensation softly tingling
in the tips of her breasts and spanning out in her lower abdomen from the
obscene descriptions her brother was making of the parties he and their
younger sister attended. For the second time that day she had the feeling
that she was no longer in control of her most intimate thoughts: her mind
had been teased and titillated by constant erotic suggestions, and she felt
her vaginal area begin to moisten warmly against her will to resist further
arousal.
"Most people were doing it when you were in high school," her
brother said in a low almost hissing voice. "But you just didn't realize. If
you've never sucked a man, you don't know what it's like, or for that
matter, if Dave has never kissed you between your legs, it's impossible to
know how great it feels." He watched his sister's large upswinging breasts
heaving rhythmically in her steadily mounting excitement and said, "Tell me,
do you and Dave, well, do you suck him off?"
Jennifer leapt up, her swift movement knocking the aluminum chaise
lounge onto its side. She stared down at her brother sprawled out in his
chair, the erection beneath his bathing suit totally obvious bulging stiffly
against the tight beige cotton. God, it was frightening! Her mind raged, her
vision blurred, and her thoughts spun wildly with the reckless images of
lovemaking it had conjured up.
"Sandy," her voice was weak and trembling. "This is impossible. I
don't think we should talk about this any longer!"
He lurched right in front of her. Both sister and brother stood
silently facing one another now, their eye's staring confusedly into each
other's face. Yes, Jennifer thought, this is right, this is more like the
brother and sister we should be, friendly and loving, but not lusting as we
were a minute ago. Suddenly the bright July sun fell behind a cloud and the
thick green foliage and long sprawling lawn behind the Jackson house was
swept into shadow.
Dave Armstrong arrived at the luxurious Connecticut home from his
day of golf late that evening just as the summer sun was setting. Jennifer
sensed immediately that her husband was in one of his bad moods that had
become more frequent during the past few months, and she made him a drink
and sat down beside him in the patio by the swimming pool, watching him as
he read through a long letter that had come in the mail that morning. She
had noticed the envelope was postmarked Richmond, and she had known
instinctively that something was wrong.
As he read with a somber expression through the letter, she looked
up at the dome of fading blue sky that was irregularly broken up by the
branches of a large oak tree rising from the rolling lawn. The underwings of
a brilliantly yellow and black Monarch butterfly passed across the field of
her vision; it seemed such a fragile insect, so tragic in it's momentary
splendor of light and color. She too felt a sense of her own beauty that was
both transitory and all the more breathtaking since it too survived a mere
instant and would one day fade and disappear, without memory, perhaps
without leaving a trace of its existence. The thought of her breasts and her
thighs never having tasted life to its fullest -- and this thought had been
provoked by the tales of wild youthful abandon that Chuck and Sandy had
hinted at earlier -- was almost unbearable, and for a moment she almost
regretted having married so young. Yes, she loved her handsome red-headed
husband, and from all outward appearances she and Dave had an admirable
relationship. Yet something was missing, something that she could not
define, but knew should be there but had become lost after their first few
months of marriage. Dave had become so absorbed in his job during the past
year that they hardly had time for those moments of intimacy that were
indispensable in a relationship. His lovemaking had become an almost
mechanical chore that he performed as much out of a sense of duty as through
a need for passionate fulfillment.
"Looks like we're gonna have some trouble with the Hastings account
again," he said, not raising his eyes from then correspondence laid out
across his lap. "He called off the contract with Wallace Electronics, which
means the whole goddamn sales program has got to be revamped."
"Which means?" she toyed gently with a strand of his red hair,
pulling her chair closer to his own.
"I don't need to tell you what happens next. I'll stay here another
coupla days, but I'll have to be back in Richmond on Monday or Tuesday. Good
thing I won't be away for more than a week or so."
"Dammit Dave! This was going to be our first chance to spend some
time together in more than a year!" she looked at him sulkily. "You will be
back soon, please tell me you will, honey!"
He shrugged his large shoulders noncommittally. "I can't say anything
for sure, but you better just stay put with the kids. No telling what kind
of hell might break loose if they're left alone for even a minute."
Dave Armstrong pulled his chair away from his wife and slumped over
in silence. A light breeze blew over the line of shrubbery behind the young
couple, playing in Jennifer's long blonde hair. She could feel her husband's
coolness to her, his almost rude refusal to acknowledge her desire to be
close to him. She felt the urge to leave him alone to his thoughts, but she
knew she couldn't; whatever was going through the man's mind couldn't be
forced out by pouting, and she would just have to put up with his moodiness
until he got over the bad news which had arrived so unexpectedly.
"Anyway, we've got a few days together. That's better than nothing,
isn't it, Dave?"
He swallowed his drink thoughtfully. Looking at him, Jennifer
couldn't help but admire the muscular thickness of his arms and the
broadness of his shoulders. Although he was several years older than his
wife, he was not much less youthful-looking than a man in his early
twenties. Yes, Jennifer thought with a slight pulse of desire coursing
through her loins, he had kept that athletic fitness of his early manhood,
and indeed, he reminded her of her own brother. Perhaps that was why she had
reacted so strongly to the sight of her brother dressed in his skin-tight
bathing trunks earlier that afternoon. If she did have some forbidden
feelings for her brother, Sandy, they were easily explained by the fact that
real similarities did exist between the two men.
Her husband rose from his chair and walked to the edge of the
swimming pool in front of him. "You know, I've put a helluvan effort into
making things go well with the company. Then some goddamn thing like this
comes along and messes up business entirely."
He turned and faced the mirror-like pool before him, the ember of
his cigarette reflecting on the surface and punctuating the glow of sunset
now changing the turquoise hue of water to deep amber.
"Relax, you still have time to enjoy yourself before you go back to
Richmond," she said weakly, but his angry look silenced any further
reassurances she might have given him.
She left her chair and without saying anything more to him withdrew
to the house. From the kitchen window she could still see her husband
silhouetted in front of the swimming pool. Couldn't he see, wasn't he able
to understand she wanted to make love? Sometimes he was so damned stubborn,
she nodded her head; he got wound up in the electronics business, not
realizing for a moment that she had her own more physical needs and desires
that demanded fulfillment.
In the guest room she changed into the sheer translucent blue
nightgown she had purchased just before they had left Richmond. She had
saved it as a surprise for Dave, and now she wondered if he would even
notice. But there was no reason that she should have these misgivings about
her body. A glimpse of her curvaceous figure with its voluptuous lines of
youthful abundance as the soft light from the bedlamp shone upon it assured
her that it was he, her husband, at fault. Maybe she had not made herself
clear to him, she pondered; perhaps in her desire not to appear over-anxious
to make love she had made the mistake of seeming disinterested. It was
obvious, though, that others had not needed coaxing, she had seen how Chuck
Miller and even her own brother had been irresistibly drawn to her that
afternoon, and she knew for a fact that they had been aroused by the vision
of their lewdly bulging erections.
Dave entered the bedroom and looked around the room before snapping
on the overhead light. "It's dark. Why did you shut off the light?" he
demanded gruffly.
She sighed deeply. No, he didn't see; how could he see with his head
in the clouds, his mind full of debits and withdrawals working like a
efficient computer. "I -- I thought you were coming to bed," she answered
contritely.
He undressed slowly with his back to her, and Jennifer watched,
fascinated as always, while he pulled off his slacks and set them neatly on
a hanger in the closet, then unbuttoned his shirt and drew off his tee-shirt
and jockey-shorts. Yes, she still become excited looking at the boyish curve
of his buttocks beneath the tapering line of his athlete's torso, and she
wondered if she wasn't somewhat over-sexed having thoughts like this.
He lay down naked beside her in bed, closing his eyes immediately. A
few moments later he had fallen asleep. No, he hadn't noticed, her mind
raged; in his distraction he had forgotten even to kiss her goodnight, and
now he was lying with his back to her, his chest heaving regularly as he
fell off into a deep sleep.
Jennifer lay with the sheets pulled off her and a gauzy strip of
moonlight shining across her body. Tears of humiliation welled up in her
eyes as she recalled each of his gestures that had shown his indifference to
her, and again she cursed the job which seduced her own husband away from
her...
After several minutes of restless tossing and turning, she got up
from the bed and went into the kitchen. It was past one o'clock and she
hadn't managed to feel in the least drowsy. She opened her parent's liquor
cabinet and withdrew a bottle of Scotch, pouring herself a half-glass full
of the brown-colored liquid, and moved to the sink filling the remainder of
the glass with water. At the kitchen table she lit a cigarette, inhaling the
smoke deeply and sipping on the whiskey that made her feel almost at once
relaxed. After a time she returned to the liquor cabinet, pouring herself an
ample second drink.
She stared into the glass as though it were a prismatic cylinder of
crystal through which she could perceive the past and future, musing sadly
on how her husband had treated her, and how her brother and sister had
changed so drastically since she had last seen them. Distant voices seemed
to accompany her imaginings, forming a counterpoint to her thoughts;
dreamlike, she found herself following those voices, then suddenly she
realized they were real. She glanced up at the kitchen clock: it was after
two, almost four hours since she had gone to bed.
She padded across the tiled kitchen floor to the door that led onto
the patio, opening it quietly.
The voices that were coming from behind a row of bushes to the side
of the patio were almost unrecognizable. The first realization of what this
meant -- two voices out there so late at night which could have been Sandy
or Ellen or either one of them with someone else -- flooded through Jennifer
at that moment. Holding her breath, she slipped to the edge of the patio.
Ellen's voice said distinctly: "You have such a lovely cock. It's so big, so
hard...oh, Lover, every time I see it I want to suck it, and suck it, and
suck it..."
Jennifer fell back against the door in abject repulsion, her breath
catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Good God, what had Ellen
been doing here, and who was she with? She couldn't believe that her sister
would perform such a debasing act on anyone, it was impossible to
understand! The very word, the concept itself, sent a chill of disgust down
the length of her spine. It was a perversion; something only the dregs of
humanity participated in.
"Put it in between your lips," she heard Chuck Miller's voice say,
low and moaning. "Oh yeah, God yes, that feels good."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh, yes, baby, suck it, succcck!"
Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling an incredible dryness in her throat
as she listened. She wanted to turn and run from the filthy exclamations,
erase the vile sounds that were bubbling from her sister's throat, but she
couldn't. She felt drawn to them, and she inched softly against the patio
until she had approached the edging of the bushes. There she could make out
the naked forms of her sister lying on the grass above Chuck Miller, her
head pressed down against his naked loins and her long dark hair flowing
against his stomach. A beam of moonlight caught the figures showing clearly
her sister's face with her cheeks bulging from the fleshy invasion of the
boy's long thick cock up inside her mouth. God! It was obscene watching her
there with her hair falling over his balls and stomach and hearing both of
them groaning so lewdly as the pagan ritual continued.
Ellen raised her head from the shadow of the boy's loins, and she
adjusted her weight so that her knees pressed firmly against the sides of
his slightly raised buttocks. Her pretty heart-shaped face upturned into the
moonlight, her face contorted into an expression of obvious lust.
"Dammit, Ellen, why did you stop?"
The girl laughed and ran her hand over the flat heaving plane of his
belly. From where she was standing Jennifer could see the firmly upstanding
length of Chuck Miller's huge penis jutting just below the white sheen of
Ellen's gently swaying breasts; God, Jennifer thought, it looked monstrous,
its head mounted fist-like atop the rigidly stiffening pole.
"Are you crazy, baby?" her sister chortled lewdly. "I'm not going to
let you have all the fun. Before you come you've got to suck my pussy, do
you wanna do that?"
"Oh, God, yes, yes!"
"Then look at it, sweet," the girl spread her legs wide, arching
herself back on her squirming buttocks so that the mound of her cunt was
directly in front of his face. "Look at it all juicy and ready for you to
suck. It feels, yes it feels good, throbbing and wet, waiting for your
tongue."
"Christ," was all the teenager could manage to moan.
"Go ahead. do it, lick it, suck my pussy. Run your fingers and your
tongue all around it, oh, I want you to make me feel gooood."
No, this was incredible, Jennifer's mind churned, she must run, she
couldn't stand here and watch! But she stayed bolted to the terraced floor,
holding onto the large trunk of a pear tree that grew alongside the patio
from the garden. She couldn't move from the depravity of the scene even
though she knew that it was insanity to remain watching the two of them any
longer. She was hypnotized by what she saw and heard and suddenly felt as
though all her self control had been voided from her and a new lewdly
fascinated part of her being were called forth from the dark depths of her
unconscious.
She watched as her sister rolled over on her back and the boy
hunkered up on his hands and pushed slowly forward until his mouth was
directly in front of her sister's nakedly exposed hair-lined cunt.
Despite herself, Jennifer had to admit her sister was a
provocatively attractive figure now laid out as she was beneath the lewdly
toying tongue and lips of her boy friend. She gazed in wild confusion at the
enchanting form spread in sacrifice on the smooth jump of grass before Chuck
Miller. He had worked the girl up to a fever pitch of excitement and Ellen's
mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture -- her glassy lust-smoked eyes
staring up into the starry night. Chuck placed himself in position over her
erotically gleaming thighs, his face just a few scant inches from the soft
pubic mound above. His hands reached out to just below the gently rising and
falling plane of her belly, and his thumbs lay pressed into the moistly
glistening outer flanges of her vaginal lips. Jennifer sucked in her stomach
with a gasp, feeling an unwelcomed sympathetic response as the boy's thumbs
caressed for a moment and then pulled outward softly, parting the soft pubic
hair and exposing to his lustful gaze the moist red slit of Ellen's vagina.
The dainty bud of her clitoris Jennifer could imagine throbbing into
hardness across the brief space of grass and then hedge, and Jennifer
trembled fearfully as she realized how near she was to the lust inciting
scene.
Chuck's head thrust forward, his long wet tongue snaking out to
flick teasingly at the raw little nub of nerves at the top of Ellen's loins.
The girl's body jerked at the first electric contact, her stomach heaving
fitfully now as slowly his tongue began to lick lightly at the rapidly
moistening slit, her full white thighs suddenly clamping spasmodically
around his head in a tight vise-like grip. Her buttocks began a smoothly
undulating rhythm, gyrating in salacious response to the lewd ministrations
of his probing tongue. Soft moans of obscene animal pleasure issued out of
Ellen's wide-open mouth, merging with the hoarse grunts coming from the
Miller boy as he continued flicking his tongue up between the young girl's
softly quivering legs.
Suddenly the sounds stopped and the boy raised his head, placing his
hand on one of Ellen's fully curving tits. "Fuck dammit, I wanna fuck ya,"
her boy friend's voice said in a fiercely demanding tone. "I can't wait no
longer...Christ, I gotta do it now!"
Jennifer's sister pulled up and looked into his face. "Oh, yesss
put your big prick in my cunt, please fuck me good, Chuck, baby...!"
Jennifer watched as the boy rolled on top of her sister, his hand
holding the shaft of his long fleshy cock so that the thick turgid head
prodded softly against Ellen's widely splayed cuntal lips. The girl opened
her legs wider to permit him easy access to her overly willing cunt, drawing
her hand around Chuck Miller's waist, and beckoning him to penetrate her. He
levered up over her, one hand outstretched and supporting his torso on the
grass while the other swirled the hotly throbbing penis around and around in
a lewdly tantalizing motion, jerking it back and forth playfully against
Ellen's warmly moistening vaginal opening.
"Yes, oh yes, lover, ahhh, stick it in, put in your cock, your prick
--- arrrgh, fuck me nowww!"
Jennifer could feel sweat flow freely on her body now, beneath the
folds of her transparent blue nightgown. She rested her body against
the tree, not knowing what she was doing or why she was doing, only aware
that she wanted to enjoy what she was doing and what was going on in front
of her, though her will should have fought against it. Down between her
tightly clenched thighs her warmly wettening pussy was tingling, trembling
as it had never done before. She didn't understand it, it was beyond the
realm of her comprehension. As though in a dream, her own hands began to
slide down her violently shaking torso, caressing her hotly tingling flesh
and exploring her own body as she never had before, as though she had never
known it before. The motions of her fingers and hands were accompanied by
low suspirant moans coming through the bushes, a counterpart of her own
salacious probings. Her hands began to involuntarily massage the straining
whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her
fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip
them loose from the excitedly heaving mounds.
She paused, her hands releasing her quivering white breasts for a
moment, and raised herself up over a low rock wall separating the patio and
garden from a small space of grass, and silently slung her body onto the low
sloping lawn directly behind her sister and her boy friend. Here she could
relax and stretch out her body into a position of rest. She turned onto her
stomach, bunching up her sheer nightgown over her hips so that it cupped in
soft folds over hips, and she pressed the achingly yearning mound of her
clitoris tightly into the soft blades of grass beneath her.
From her low-lying position she was able to see them, but Chuck and
her sister were placed in such a way that she was inaccessible to their
gaze. She watched as the Miller boy raised himself over Ellen, the white
flesh of the boy's buttocks looking monstrously obscene as they began
plunging smoothly up between her own sister's wildly spread loins. One last
vestige of puritan disgust raced through her tortured consciousness as she
watched the boy begin a slowly rocking motion over the cock-impaled girl
below him. God, it was obscene, Jennifer thought, but she was enjoying it!
Her own husband's refusal to make love to her earlier that evening had
pushed her into a state of shame and humiliation, and now her broken pride
welcomed her further debasement. Chuck Miller withdrew slightly, the thick
shaft of his turgid cock pulling out several inches then thrusting warmly
forward again, stopping at the end of its stroke to languish deep, deep
inside her.
Jennifer's hands coursed down below her full quivering breasts until
they planted themselves at the curly soft tangle of her pubic hair. She
could feel the grass below her hand grazing against her skin like a thousand
tiny fingers and the moisture drenched flesh of her vaginal lips dilating
against her palms as she drew her narrow cuntal slit open, exposing the lips
of her softly pulsating pussy to the cool night air. With a groan, she
inserted her middle finger into the tightly clasping hole, worming it slowly
inward in a motion that imitated the rhythmic skewering of Miller's cock up
into her sister's wide-spread cunt. Yet the fire burned more fiercely there,
flickering in tiny lewd flames of desire deep into her lust-inflamed vaginal
passage. She inserted another finger, drawing up her knees so that she lay
with her smoothly curving ass-cheeks high in the air. Then, she began
undulating her buttocks in time to the thrust and counterthrust of Chuck
Miller's hips that echoed with a smack of his thighs against her sister's
through the still night air.
The vision of their locked bodies drove her on, and she rocked
mindlessly to and fro, pushing back on her knees against her fingers,
screwing them deeper up into her hungrily sucking cunt. She could see his
wetly glistening cock ramming its way up into her younger sister's
convulsively clasping cunt, sinking through the soft black pubic hair like
the huge trunk of a tree. Ellen's gasps mounted steadily in volume and fury,
punctuating each of the boy's rapidly skewering plunges, and suddenly,
without knowing it, Jennifer's own incoherent moans followed suit, mewling
low in obscene sisterly harmony. "Ooooooooh."
"Oh, yes, fuck me darling, yeeees, harder, do it like that, oh shit,
fuck, oh screwwwww me, do it oouuuuu!" Ellen's depraved voice chimed in as
Jennifer's raised in volume.
Jennifer continued to plunge her fingers into the moistly sucking
lips of her pussy. God, she thought, she wanted everything that her sister
was having, she wanted the repulsive adolescent to fuck her too, but for the
moment she was satisfied with her fingers and hands as an obscene
substitute, and would have to pretend that a real cock was burrowing its way
warmly up into her searing cuntal passage. Yes, she knew she had needed
something to displace the urge to fuck Dave, who had so cruelly shunned her
an hour before. Her eyes sealed themselves on the writhing form of her
sister who now curled her legs out over the boy's wildly pumping back,
thrusting her ankles around his gyrating buttocks like a rodeo-rider on a
bucking bronco.
Christ, Jennifer thought, I want to scream! What in God's name is
happening to me! That boy screwing my sister looked so repulsive to me this
afternoon with his acne-scarred face and his obscene lecherous eyes, but now
I know I should have let him have me...I was a fool, Lord what a fool! God,
look at him sticking it into my sister and she has such a lovely cunt, my
own sister, and such pretty little tits with hard little nipples that stick
up like flowers...and Chuck, he has such a lovely cock, a precious cock.
COCK, I love that word, I'll say it softly "cock," his "prick" -- she
mouthed the words as she watched the undulating bodies through the skein of
bushes -- my finger, it feels like a smooth fucking prick, it feeeels
gooood, oh, godammit, why doesn't someone come and fuck meeeee!
Almost brutally she cupped her breast, slipping onto her side. She
milked viciously at it, squeezing hotly at the tender nipple with a crazy
animal-like abandon as her other hand thrust its middle finger with moistly
sluicing strokes deep up into her wildly throbbing passage. Now the
knowledge that she was doing wrong blanked from her mind and she was gripped
by an obscene fever to make more terrible her own self-debasement. She could
hear the lewd wet sucking sound of her masturbation merge with the sibilant
sounds of passion coming from behind the bushes, the voices of the madly
fucking couple no longer muted but groaning loudly as the two of them were
swept forward on a wave of unbridled lust.
"Uh, uh, uh," her sister intoned, her hands accompanying her
clutching feet on the Miller boy's wildly pummeling buttocks.
As if this weren't enough, the boy snaked one hand down below
Ellen's smoothly pounding ass-cheeks and, finding the deep crack between her
buttocks spread wide open, thrust his middle finger suddenly to the second
knuckle in her puckered anus, causing her feet to jerk erotically in the air
between them, her toes curling spasmodically against the skin of his own
tensed buttocks. Jennifer watched on, continuing to plunge her own middle
finger into her hotly pulsating cunt, as the obscene teenager turned his
finger around and around up inside her sister's nether passage. She worked
her pussy faster and faster, as the boy's finger wormed slowly
forward..."Arrrgh," Ellen groaned. "Fuck me, oooooh, stick your finger in
farther!"
The boy shoved another finger punishingly into her anus, sinking
both all the way up to the palm of his hand. Jennifer watched her teenage
sister's face cloud over, her mouth opened to expose her gleaming white
teeth. The girl jerked up, her buttocks rising several inches off the grass,
seeming to want to escape the cruel invasion of her rectum, but her face
expressing obscene delight at the defilement. Miller had timed it well, and
rammed his pelvis forward with fury, driving his long cruel penis deep into
her widely flowering depths. She lurched back, pulling his smoothly gyrating
buttocks down toward her with her ankles and raising one hand from behind to
pull his face down upon her opened lips.
"Oh, oh, oh," Jennifer's sister moaned between salavious gulps at
the boy's wetly splurging tongue which was thrust like a second hot thick
cock inside her mouth.
On the other side of the bushes, Jennifer's hand moved away from the
gently heaving mound of her breast and slipped down behind her tensely
undulating buttocks. In desperation, she slid her middle finger up between
the open crevice of her quivering ass-cheeks, feeling a rush of
pain-pleasure as she pushed through the tight rubbery hole to her first
knuckle. It hurt, but strangely it felt good at the same time, and she
pretended she was being fucked from in front, feeling the throbbing pulse of
her other hand's middle finger through the thin membrane that separated the
two passages from each other.
In front of her, through the bushes she could see the two writhing
bodies lurching lewdly out of control. Her sister's head beat with
metronomic regularity on the mound of grass behind her head, matching the
lust-inciting rhythm of Chuck Miller whose machine-like-cock-thrusts
continued to batter into her nakedly exposed ass-hole and wildly jerking
cunt. The two of them are mere children, Jennifer thought, as she
finger-fucked herself from in front and behind, and yet their fucking was
almost timeless, yes, out of time and part of some terrible pre-human memory
echoing the bestial coupling of an archaic unconscious past...
"Oh yes, yessss," her younger sister squealed, upturning her wildly
bouncing buttocks as the boy jammed his middle finger more fiercely up into
her cruelly plundered ass-hole.
"Do you...like it...baby...to fuck...like this?" Chuck's gravely
voice gasped between heaving pants of lust.
"Oh lover, yes, oh you fuck good, I love you, you fucking bastard,
fuuuuuck, stick your finger in harrrder, oh Christ, yessss!"
The two prone copulating figures were approaching their climax now.
Their bodies rolled monstrously to and fro, tossing on the slope of soft
grass and setting up a loud ruckus in the bushes that brushed against their
young bodies, naked and exposed in the moonlight. Jennifer's own half-naked
full-breasted body splayed out to the side just a few feet from them but
still well-hidden by the hedge, the middle finger of her right hand
frantically working her clitoris and then plunging into her rapidly
contracting and dilating cunt while she continued the vile impalement of her
tight rubbery ass-hole with the middle finger of her left hand.
"Screw me, Chuck, screw harder!"
Jennifer could almost make herself believe it was she saying that
instead of her sister. She ground harder and deeper, quivering insanely
under the pressure of her own lewd finger-fucking and gasping for the
immediate release. It couldn't be happening, but yes it was, they were all
cumming together, and yes, it was monstrous, but she loved it, and wanted
more of it!
Ellen screamed. "Aaaaarg!" and then again, "Aaaaarg, I'm cummmming!
Oh, God...keep on! Ugggghhhh!"
Then came Miller's sharp cry of delight as he lurched forward, the
first waves of his hotly spurting cum steaming geyserlike into the obscenely
writhing girl. "Ohhh, yesss!"
As if by remote control, the dual orgasms of her sister and boy
friend sent Jennifer into an uncontrolled spasm. She lurched backward, her
thinly covered breasts dancing lewdly in the moonlight, her fingers still
cleaved into the splayed open lips of her passion-drenched cunt and circling
rapidly around her rectum, and her lips contorted as the earth seemed to
open up beneath her. Her face turned crimson as she felt it coming, coming
with a blinding rush -- her whole body vibrated and then the white hot juice
gushed from around her frenziedly working fingers, covering her hand and
running down onto the soft matting of the grass below. She could feel it
streaming in tiny rivulets down the inside flesh of her quivering thighs,
and moistening her bended knees. As she relaxed into the final throes of her
orgasm, she could hear the two of them, their last gasps of dying lust
vanishing into the darkness.
Jennifer lay in the grass for a while with her nightgown pulled over
her smoothly rounded hips, her buttocks still gently swaying in the chill
night air. She was unable to bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her
thoroughly satiated cunt and ass-hole until the last dying throbs had
stilled her body. She heard her sister and Chuck Miller whispering as they
rose from the grass behind the hedge and padded softly across the patio into
the darkened house. A light flicked on in the kitchen, and suddenly she
remembered having put it out, almost as an unconscious gesture, as she had
left the house when first hearing the strange sounds more than an hour
before. Slowly, she drew herself up, her fingers slithering wetly from her
finally satiated cunt, and she crossed the patio in the summer moonlight.
She heard Chuck Miller's sports car pull out of the driveway, but
she waited a few minutes before entering the kitchen. Tomorrow, tomorrow,
she would begin to sort out the scattered jig-saw pieces of the confusion
that had become her life. But a feeling of guilt and shame filled her now.
Nervously, she straightened the soiled blue folds of her nightgown,
teardrops forming in her eye as she recalled that she had bought it for
another less perverse occasion. And now it was ruined, soaked with her own
frustrated juices of lust and stained from rolling on the grass. But her
sense of pride in her own beauty overcame that sadness with a low internal
rush of outraged indignation. Yes, her husband had caused her
self-debasement, had humiliated her into masturbating herself into obscene
satiation. She brushed the tears from her eyes, a welcome desire for sleep
gliding smoothly through her tortured and confused mind, and entered the
house.
Three days passed. Jennifer was surprised that she had suffered so
little from the events of that second night at her parent's home, but she
supposed she had overreacted to her husband's coldness to her. She was
perhaps overanxious to judge her younger sister and brother as well, as her
own lustful performance that night surely indicated that she herself had not
yet learned to deal with the depths of her own sensuality. But her mind was
bright and optimistic on this morning of the day on which Dave, her husband,
was to leave for Richmond. She rose just as the sun was breaking through the
blinds in the guest room and dressed and went into the kitchen to prepare
breakfast before the rest of the family awoke.
Still dreamy-eyed she gazed across the length of the sparkling white
kitchen, her eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning light. She heard the
toilet flush in the guest room, and she assumed that her husband had already
gotten up. Yes, she thought, as she opened the refrigerator door and
withdrew a carton of eggs, setting them on the stove, she would have an
enjoyable week with Sandy and Ellen. She suspected that her brief separation
from her husband might be a healthy change for both of them; she still
suspected that his lack of interest in love-making was due to his
preoccupation with that Hastings contract, and she preferred to stay out of
his hair until this crisis was over. She started back when she heard a soft
feminine voice from behind her.
"We're up a little early, aren't we?" her sister said in a sleepy
voice.
Somewhat startled, Jennifer turned and stared at the young girl.
Clad in the black tight-fitting bikini which Ellen seemed to wear from
morning until night, the girl was the picture of ripe female sexuality;
Jennifer had never seen such a small bathing suit, even at the Richmond
Country Club where she and Dave were members. The brassiere straps were no
more than a quarter of an inch thick, barely string ties, and the tiny
panties were caught in the smooth cleft of her pussy, almost as though she
were wearing nothing at all!
"I thought I'd get a head start on the day," Jennifer smiled
awkwardly, "if Dave's to be off this afternoon, I might as well be done with
these damn chores."
Her sister raised one small delicately formed hand to her full
sensual lips and yawned. If Ellen Jackson was as voluptuously attractive as
her older sister, she was also a contrasting version of that same alluringly
provocative sensuality. Everyone always joked about this little "black
sheep" of the family, whose petiteness contrasted with the statuesque figure
of the blonde Jennifer. While the older girl was the incarnation of
classical beauty, her younger sister, with her long silky black hair and
darker skin, exuded a fulsomeness that was emphasized by her ripely
swelling young breasts that stood out in their full splendor next to her
tiny wasp-shaped waist and lushly curving hips. The pretty younger sister
slipped into a chair behind the table, brushing a wave of raven black hair
away from her face.
"Damn! I forgot he was leaving so soon," Ellen said. "Isn't there
some way to keep him away from his lousy electronics for another week?"
"I'm afraid the world of high finance calls," Jennifer spoke with a
forced cheerfulness. "It's the kind of thing you've got to expect in Dave's
business."
Ellen grinned. "I s'pose, but if I was you, my dear sister, I
wouldn't put up with it!"
Jennifer broke an egg into the porcelain bowl atop the stove, then
broke another and another, and began whipping them frenziedly. She didn't
appreciate the way her sister constantly poked her nose into her marriage
relationship, but she hesitated in telling her this for fear it might
provoke an argument. The egg splattered carelessly onto the young woman's
sheer white blouse, and she cursed herself under her breath for her anger,
dampening a cloth at the sink and spotting the stain until it was removed.
"My, we are agitated this morning, aren't we!" her sister leaned back
in her chair and giggled, the deeply tanned mounds of her almost naked breasts
jiggling in her laughter.
Jennifer shot Ellen an angry glance. She could feel her sister's eyes
focusing on her smoothly curving buttocks beneath the tight white summer
shorts she was wearing, and suddenly she felt hot all over and terribly
uncomfortable. Her earlier cheerful mood was fading rapidly, and she sighed in
discomfort, sensing that her brazenly audacious sister was deliberately trying
to provoke her.
"Is Sandy planning to make it up for breakfast?" she asked, turning
from the stove and observing her sister's bare midriff with obvious
disapproval.
"He had a late night out down at the beach," Ellen replied. The girl
looked curiously at her sister. "Is there something wrong, Jenny? Ever since
you arrived here with Dave I've had the feeling that the two of you have had
some problems."
Jennifer froze. "Nothing that a short vacation won't cure," she poured
the beaten eggs into a frying pan. "I suspect it is you and Sandy who are
having the larger share of difficulties...growing pains, I guess you might
call it."
Ellen clanged her spoon loudly against her saucer, and extended one
tanned arm across the table to the pot of coffee. "OK, I get it. I'll drop the
subject."
A large pale disk of sun shone through the kitchen window. It was
going to be a long day, Jennifer thought, and if she was going to get through
it without another calamity she might as well avoid all possible conflict.
Despite her irritation, she liked her sister, yet she still felt disarmed and
uncomfortable with Ellen this morning. The strange look her sister had given
her buttocks, yes, and the way she had eyed her breasts and legs without the
slightest inhibition, almost as though she were appraising her body and
judging how it would look with a man on top of it -- God! It was odd, and she
knew she was being silly thinking this way, and yet? -
Breakfast ready?" Dave's voice sounded from the kitchen doorway. He
came in, wearing a large smile, a pair of green and black plaid bermuda
shorts, and a form fitting knit shirt. He crossed to where Jennifer stood at
the sink, patted her affectionately on the buttocks and then sat down at the
table. His eyes moved in what seemed to Jennifer to be open lasciviousness
over the smoothly tanned body of her younger sister, then he turned to
Jennifer.
"Jenny, are you going to pick up those slacks that needed altering?"
She nodded. "I thought I'd leave right after breakfast, I've got some
shopping to do and I'll probably be out of the house until late morning."
Dave Armstrong hummed cheerfully and poured a cup of coffee. His pale
gray eyes playing over the opulent curves of Ellen's body, he reached across
the table and grasped his sister-in-law's hand. "Looks like you're going to be
out in the sun today," he laughed deeply. "Oh how I wish I were a kid again!"
"I wouldn't worry about that, old buddy," the girl returned his
suggestive smile. "I like mature men. I get tired of the same old silly boy
friends. They lack something -- Chuck included -- don't you think?"
Jennifer cleared her throat and set the platter of scrambled eggs onto
the table, dishing out a portion for her husband, and then pushing the large
remaining portion toward Ellen. In spite of herself, she shot the girl another
glaringly cutting look, but the precocious young teenager barely seemed to
notice. Jennifer sat down at the head of the table and raised her coffee cup.
"Do you know what time you should be at the airport?" she turned to her
husband.
"The plane leaves at five. I'll leave here early in the afternoon," he
shrugged.
She drew back in her chair, the rounded tips of her gently rounded
breasts pressing softly against her white summer blouse. "I suppose I should
start on some of those chores."
He faced Ellen and said, without replying to his wife, "And what do
you plan to do while I'm gone?"
"Oh," she gulped down a large forkful of scrambled eggs. "There's the
pool and beach parties every night. Don't worry, Ellen will have a gay old
time just hanging around the house!"
He refilled his cup. "I sure wish I could join you, but...perhaps when
all this contract business is settled..."
"I shouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours...there's a lot of
shopping I've got to do for the week in town. Is there anything else I can
pick up for you?" his wife interrupted.
Dave and her sister looked up and laughed, both shaking their heads
and smiling into each other's face. Jennifer turned abruptly to them and
nodded a curt goodbye, then left the house. God, she had never seen anything
like the way the two of them were flirting right in front of her like that!
She blinked in rage as she spun out the kitchen door. Then she
stopped. In her anger she had forgotten to bring her purse and she turned back
to the kitchen. Through the window she could see her husband and her sister
laughing, and she watched as her sister stretched her hand across the table
and tussled Dave's thatch of red hair.
"I seem to be interrupting something," she quipped when she re-entered
the kitchen and retrieved her purse from the counter beside the sink.
Again laughter. The gleaming white kitchen seemed charged with
electric particles of energy given off by Jennifer's rage and the husband and
sister-in-law's salaciously lascivious glances they exchanged with one
another. Again, Jennifer moved out the door, brushing tears forming on her
lower eyelids, and headed for the station wagon.
Downtown she did her shopping in a listless daze of inattention. She
trod through the supermarket, her head pounding from the fluorescent glare of
overhead lights, her thoughts far removed from the task at hand. Had she been
reading things into the way Dave and her sister were acting or were they
actually interested in each other? Her nerves had settled since those first
inauspicious two days at her vacationing parents' home; yes, she had wanted to
forget her husband's coldness to her, and she had especially wanted to be rid
of the memory of her own masturbation while Ellen and her boy friend had been
fucking each other, but now that whole disgusting dilemma had flared up again.
The man in the vegetable department looked at her strangely as he weighed the
green-beans and carrots she purchased; the elderly woman at the cashier's desk
smiled oddly when Jennifer scooped into her purse and set a fistful of change
on the counter. Did it show that easily, was it obvious to everyone that she
was emotionally upset?
She picked up Dave's slacks at the tailor's and returned to the
station wagon. No, her mind pounded, she was too damned tired for any more
shopping today...The throbbing headache that had begun in the supermarket was
worsening, and she lay her head on the steering wheel for a moment, attempting
to collect her thoughts. There was no doubt that something was wrong, that
something was going on between her husband and her sister, she thought now as
she reviewed the coldness with which he had been treating her for the past
several days, yet she was still unsure of the extent of his interest in Ellen.
"Anythin' wrong, lady?" the leering face of the parking lot attendant
poked through the window of her car. She pulled up and looked at him
confusedly. The attendant's eyes glued on the tight white shorts she was
wearing, and he scratched his face, shrugged his shoulder, and sauntered off
across the gray asphalt parking lot. She looked after him, again sensing the
strange uneasiness of not knowing whether it was she or the rest of the world
that was acting crazy, and started the car.
When she returned to the spacious grounds of her parents' ranch-style
home, she noticed the screened kitchen door slung carelessly open and dirty
dishes laid out across the dinette table: true to form, her sister had left
her the chore of cleaning up after breakfast. Finding herself thirsty from the
warm late-morning sun and her trek through the shopping center, she opened the
refrigerator, taking out a quart container of lemonade. She carried it to the
drainboard, took a tumbler from the cupboard and poured it full. Just as she
raised it to her lips, the low musically high-pitched sound of girlish
laughter reached her ears. It seemed to be coming from outside the window to
the right of the sink, from the direction of the pool.
Frowning, Jennifer moved sideways to where she could look out through
a slit in the closed taffeta curtains. At first she saw nothing; the section
of the pool's placid blue water that she could see was deserted, and there was
no one on the half-moon patio, although a towel rested on a chaise lounge to
the side of the green-tiled terrace. But then a head bobbed up on the near
side of the pool, the laughing face hidden by thin wet strands of jet black
hair. A hand appeared to brush away the hair, and Jennifer, recognizing her
sister, frowned. She should have been expecting Ellen to be enjoying herself
like this, although it seemed odd that her sister should be squealing so
loudly all by herself.
She turned from the window, but another, deeper voice called her
attention back to the pool. There was a frothy splash of water from behind
Ellen, and then the immediately recognizable head of her husband surfaced from
behind the girl, spouting water from his mouth and splashing seal-like as her
sister treaded water, floating back toward him. Jennifer stopped. Yes, she
might have expected that as well: Dave slashing and cavorting behind Ellen,
descending and surfacing now on one side of her, and then on another, and she
frolicking beside him, acting more childish than her sixteen years. Jennifer
was glad the distant neighbors weren't able to see the two of them horsing
around like that, what with the high green shrubbery walling off most of the
rear yard from view.
Dave plunged deep in the water, his tanned body fading out of sight,
and Ellen wriggled and laughed as he rose in a white swirl beside her.
"For God's sake!" the girl exclaimed, resting her hand on his shoulder
and moving the water lightly with the other. "What was that?"
"What?" Dave grinned in mock innocence.
"You know what I mean!"
Ellen looked at him, her expression turning serious, and still
treading water with her legs, floated around in front of him and placed her
two hands on either side of his shoulders. Then Dave's head dipped forward,
and Jennifer saw her husband's lips meet the girl's, clinging there for a long
moment. Jennifer gasped. She had thought from the way that the two of them had
acted toward each other earlier that something was amiss, but she had never
anticipated this! The scrambled bits and pieces of images and emotionally
inflected hints she had received during the past few days now began to assort
themselves into a frightening whole: but again she knew she should have
expected as much. If Dave had, for one reason or another, been dissatisfied
with her, then his sister-in-law Ellen, Jennifer's own sister, was certainly
an easy mark for his wandering affections. Still, there was something lewd,
and even incestuous about the way the two of them suspended in the
translucently blue water of the swimming pool caressed and kissed each other.
The reality of what was happening slowly began to sink in, and Jennifer felt
her legs begin to shake, her lips trembling fearfully in shocked revulsion.
Then her husband and sister broke apart. "Jesus Christ," Dave
sputtered, back stroking away from the girl, his muscular chest surfacing
above the water.
"Didn't you like it?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, I liked it," circling back again, approaching from the
rear and placing his hands on her shoulders while his feet pedaled in the
water below.
"And there's something else," she turned her head to the side.
"There is?"
She reached over her shoulder and pulled his large hand in her own and
drew it forward over the water-slick whiteness of her full firm breasts.
There was a moment of silence, then Dave breathed softly as his
fingers reached under the cup of her bikini bra. "Damn!"
"Nice, aren't they?"
"Good Christ, what a pair of tits!"
"Do you want to suck them?"
Jennifer's husband submerged behind her sister, re-emerging in front.
He laughed and shook his head, the water droplets slinging from his matted red
hair and splattering her face. The girl dog-paddled forward, the white splash
of water foaming back into Dave Armstrong's face. Then both heads dipped
under, a dilating circle expanding from where they had been. Jennifer stood in
abject horror. Oh God, no! She thought; no, this can't be happening, not her
husband,not her own sister, not this, it couldn't be happening!
The two faces emerged, Ellen's then Dave's at the edge of the pool so
that Jennifer could not see the lower portion of their bodies. "Do you know
what you're doing?" Dave gasped, his head swaying to the side.
Ellen licked her full moist lips. "Lover, can trust me." The girl
looked at him curiously, then wriggled her body a bit closer. "What's this?"
she asked throatily.
Dave's voice made an unintelligible sound from below the pool's edge.
"It feels funny. Long and smooth, sort of like a rock or something."
Dave's eyes bulged. "Mmmmmmm. Do you want to see it, touch it up
close?"
"Yes, I'd like that, I think."
He rested one hand on the edge of the pool, and Jennifer knew in one
horror stricken instant as she stood frozen and fascinated at the kitchen
window that he was removing his trunks, pulling them off underneath the water.
"Good Lord, oh my," Ellen breathed as she released her other hand and
seemed to support herself on Dave's lower torso.
"You like? Is it hard, is it big enough for you?"
The girl giggled and sighed. "It's enormous. It's like a big, round
tree trunk!"
"Goddammit! Ohhh, you shouldn't do that!"
"Mmmmmmm, it's getting harder now. It's even longer!"
Dave pulled away from her, his expression turning from salacious
interest to confusion. "You know, we shouldn't be doing this."
"What's the matter? Afraid the wife will get jealous?" Jennifer's
sister chided.
"You can bet your life on it!"
"Well, just a little touching and squeezing your nice thick cock won't
hurt anything," she purred, bobbing next to him.
"I suppose not," he grunted. "Here, let me take your panties off."
Jennifer felt an insane pressure building, building inside her temples
until she thought her head would burst open. This was incredible,
unbelievable. She watched as the girl squirmed next to him, his head bobbing
below for a moment then rising, a look of deep pleasure coloring her sister's
face. No, no, her brain screamed, and her blood pulsed harder, her heart
pumped harder; now she saw through her husband, the stark reality of her own
husband coveting her younger sister and salaciously touching her exploded like
a burst of ripping shrapnel into her face. It was too much for the young
blonde woman to cope with; her whole world was monstrously torn apart and she
wanted to pull away but it was impossible, her eyes still glued on the gently
swaying forms of her sister and her own husband...
Dave's lust-quickened voice was breathing, "God, oh Dammit, Ellen, it
feels so gooooood!"
"Do you want to cum in my hand?"
"Yes, oh Christ yes!"
"Do you like being jerked off in a swimming pool?" the girl's shoulder
could be seen moving just above the edge of the pool.
"Oh, Ellen, I don't maybe we shouldn't...yesss, keep it up, keep it
upppp!"
Her sister let out a shriek of teasing laughter. Her head dipped and
she dove under, her body trailing a stream of bubbles and surfaced at the far
side of the pool. Jennifer's husband followed, flashing across the sunlit
water, churning it to foam with scissoring kicks of his long powerful legs.
"Now I've got you, you little prick tease!"
But as his hands came down through the water to grip her waist, she
fell belly forward; squealing and laughing his sister-in-law evaded him for
several long minutes, finally letting him seize her as she came to rest
beneath the diving board. He lifted her up, into the air, her completely naked
body kicking out of the water. For God's sake, this was obscene, Jennifer's
mind raged. Streams of water ran down her sister's voluptuously rounded
breasts, past the full rose-colored nipples and pink aureoles along the smooth
tanned curve of her belly to the raised wetly glistening mound of her cunt.
Suddenly, with an energetic thrust of her hands, Ellen wrenched away from Dave
again and leapt onto the pool ladder. Dave followed quickly, and now Jennifer
could see that he too was totally naked, his long red-fleshed penis bobbing
lewdly in front of him as he chased the sister-in-law across the lawn.
Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they were heading in the
direction of the guest room outer door. At this point she just didn't want
them to see her here, it would be too much for her to bear!
She heard them banging around noisily against the furniture in the
bedroom, their pants and groans echoing obscenely through the house. God, how
she wished her brother was here at this moment, if only to comfort her in her
pain and anguish, but evidently he had gone out while she had been shopping.
"I'll show you, you silly little bitch!"
"Oh, you will," bursts of laughter came from the bedroom, "do you
think you can push me around like this?"
Again, laughter. Jennifer crept slowly up behind the hall door to the
guest room, all the while her mind telling her to leave. The door was cracked
partway open; and now she could see the naked forms of her husband and sister,
Ellen seated on the edge of the bed and Dave crouched down on the carpet, his
hand seizing her legs wide apart. Seated the way she was, with Dave below her,
she began to move her legs apart, exposing to his lust-incited gaze the
moistly glistening lips of her young hair-lined cunt. Her sister's heavy
lidded eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, and she leaned back on the bed
to rest on her hands, her hugely set breasts pushed skyward. She thrust her
hips forward and slowly undulated her pelvis so that the smoothly rotating
mound of her pussy was raised within inches of the man's lustfully gaping
face.
Dave watched, hypnotized, his mouth only inches away from the moistly
spread pussy flesh, his breath quickening as he pressed in closer. Ellen's own
heavy breathing could be heard and her voice suddenly cried out : "Now, do you
want to do it, or are you still scared my dear little sister might not like
it?"
The man grunted and lunged forward. The abrupt electric contact of his
lips against the gently pressing cuntal lips, and then the lewd pressure of
his long wet tongue spearing into her softly throbbing vagina sent another
wild spasm through the girl's body.
"Ooooooh," Ellen moaned. "Ooooooh, that's gooood, lick me more, yes
lick me more!"
He burrowed his head in deeper, moving his face around and around, his
tongue flicking obscenely up and down, over and around the wet hair-lined
slit, pausing at the rapidly hardening bud of her clitoris to lick at it
tantalizingly, and to bring it into excruciating erection.
In a wild animal-like response to his probings, Jennifer's sister
arched up her torso, lifting her legs out and clasping her ankles back firmly
against his bending neck, imprisoning his obscenely bobbing head between her
full tanned thighs. Her hips undulated lewdly in slow ovalling circles, moving
in the age-old rhythm of copulation, gently, slowly at first, fucking with his
tongue as though it were his cock pressing wetly against the hotly pulsating
opening of her cunt, and then faster and faster, as she pulled herself to an
upright position on the bed and tangled her small hands into his mass of thick
red hair, urging his face deeper into her writhing pussy.
"Yes, fuck me with your tongue, suck like that!" her sister mewled,
her mouth contorted and her hands digging tortuously into his hair.
"Mmmmmmmgh," he groaned and wormed his tongue deeper between the
warmly clasping vaginal lips that sucked sensuously out around his madly
plunging tongue.
The girl lurched back, her roundly straining thighs cupping and
uncupping rhythmically around his slaving head. "Oh God, yes! Yes! I'm
cummmmming, Dave Darling, I'm going to cummmmm!"
Jennifer's mind spun in an insane frenzy, her eyes fixed on the
lustful scene being played out before her in her own bedroom, not believing
what was happening, but watching incredulously as her sister lurched up, the
girl's hands wrapped fitfully in Dave Armstrong's hair. The hypnotic spell
Jennifer had been under now was broken by the ecstatic cry coming from her
sister's mouth. She turned, casting one last agonizing look through the
cracked door, then moved down the hallway. Tears coursed down her rose-tinted
cheeks, and she ran unseeingly through the kitchen, and pushed throough the
opened screen door. The sun struck her like a fierce bludgeon, hammering in
the reality of what she had just witnessed: yes, he had kissed her down there,
her own husband had dared to lick his tongue around the lips of her sister's
cunt, something she had never permitted him to do during the entire two years
of their marriage. She slid into the front seat of the station wagon, sitting
there immobilized with shock and tried to gather her thoughts...
* * *
Ellen Jackson lay back on the bed, her eyes closed, feeling the last
waves of tingling sensation flicker through the wetly spread lips of her
palpitating pussy. She had never experienced such ecstasy with a man sucking
her pussy like that. In the past year she had learned a lot from Chuck Miller
-- how to suck his lovely cock and make him feel good swirling his tongue
around his throbbing shaft -- and she loved Chuck's energy and the lusty way
he did things to her, but he was no match for her sister's husband. Dammit, he
was good all right, so good she couldn't believe it.
She sensed Dave Armstrong's weight press up on the bed next to her,
then felt his hand pressing against the softness of her thigh. His face was a
flushed crimson, his lips pouted slightly and his eyes glazed over in lusty
anticipation of what he would do to her next. She looked down to his belly to
where the round bulbous head of his cock thrust upward, the blue-veined
underside of the angry red shaft throbbing gently as he squirmed over closer
to her. God, but it was huge! It waved monstrously against the coarse red
hairs of his belly, pulsating hotly as though it had a life of its own.
"We're not finished, are we?" he said hoarsely.
She moistened her lips. "Mmmmm, what do you want to do next?"
He reached to her hand and placed it on his hotly pulsing cock.
Responding immediately to the gesture, she snuggled down until her eyes were
directly across from the monstrous cock. She studied it carefully, her gaze
lighting on the huge blood-filled head that seemed to be growing and swelling
even larger with desire. She extended a finger, and stroked the fleshy ring
below the rubbery smooth crown, her fingernail touched lightly at the
heart-shaped underside beneath the cap, and the throbbing penis leapt to her
touch.
"Jeezus!"
Ellen scraped her fingernail down the entire length of his
sperm-inflated hardness, and then curled her hand around its base.
"Mmmmmm," Dave heaved. "Dammmmmmn!"
His sister-in-law sat up on one knee, directly to the side of his hip
and began massaging his still stiffening cock with one hand while the other
slipped down his thigh until it cradled the tender softness of his balls in
her gently kneading fingers. "Arrrgh, uhh," he panted as she jerked her hand
up and down over his hardened fleshy shaft in perfectly timed strokes, her
thumb and forefinger flicking lightly at the lining of circumcision just below
the cock-head. His buttocks raised lightly on the mattress, quivering in
response to her fingers that squeezed the sperm-swollen sac of his balls, and
writhing lustfully as the girl increased her pressure and speed on the tightly
flexing rigidity of his cock.
"Yes, that feel good, doesn't it?" she licked her lips.
Suddenly, Dave pulled up on his side, facing Ellen who was still
crouched on her knees beside him. He gripped one hand around her back, drawing
her down until she lay spread on her back before him. Then, he turned, and
raised one leg over the smooth whiteness of her belly, and slid all the way up
her slippery perspiration-soaked body and finally straddled the full rounded
mounds of her breasts. Dave could feel the tight bulges squeeze out under the
cheeks of his buttocks as he sank down on them, pushing them down to her
chest. He looked at the full length of his hotly pounding cock standing
straight out from his naked belly, with the blood-engorged head just a few
scant inches above his young sister-in-law's mouth.
"Oh, what an absolutely perfect cock you have, Dave, it's huge!"
Ellen said, crinkling her nose in delight.
A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down and rubbed the
underside of the cock-head in a slow teasing circle around Ellen's open lips.
Her tongue licked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny
opening in the head of his lust-swollen cock. A thin string of lubricant
seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, the
cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing cock up into her
mouth. But Dave laughed at her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only
the tip of her tongue to lick up and the underside on the semen-soaked ridge
beneath.
"Now it's my turn to play with you!" he looked obscenely down at her.
"Yes, Dave, I love these games, do whatever you want to me!" she said,
enraptured by the throbbing length of his penis.
He grunted and pushed forward, at the same time time seizing her long
raven black hair with his hands and pulled her head off the mattress. A
momentary expression of fright crossed the young teenager's face. God, it was
even larger than Chuck's, she thought as she assayed its thickness again. He
thrust forward, the blunt moist cock-head pushing in through her lips and
pressing warmly against the insides of her cheeks, not giving her a chance to
even reject the obscene intrusion. Instinctively, she began to suck, drawing
her lips tightly around the rapidly palpitating head on the instroke and
fluttering her tongue along the swollen ridge of his hardness when he
withdrew. She could feel his coarse red pubic hairs tickling lewdly against
her chin as he thrust smoothly up into the deep wet cavern of her mouth, and
the tingling sensation incited her further, causing her to clasp her lips more
tightly around his hotly skewering penis. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing
her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, and rivuleting in a tiny circle of
wetness on the outside of her warmly sucking lips.
"Damn, Damn," her brother-in-law moaned above her, his thrust more
furious now. He arched up over her, his knees settling down into the mattress
on either side of her head and his hands pulling her face so that her mouth
appeared to be one long fusion of his semen-bloated cock. He could feel his
balls brushing obscenely against her chin, slapping tantalizingly against her
skin as he plunged wetly in, and sending an electrifying sensation up through
his warmly burrowing shaft that intensified with the momentum of each of his
long smooth strokes.
The girl gurgled and swooned beneath him, her passion building
steadily in fury. She pushed one of her hands down beyond his sensuously
undulating buttocks until it rested in her lust-moistened pubic mound, sliding
down farther until her middle finger parted her softly quivering vaginal lips.
She stroked wildly at herself, working her fingers in a frenzy around the
wetly sluicing pussy, fingering the rising bud of her clitoris, and dipping a
finger, then another into the warmly clasping vaginal passage. Yesss, her mind
droned in its heat of passion, she liked touching herself like this and
sucking on that long thick prick that tasted so sweet and wet with her own
moistness and glistening with the moisture that mixed with her warm saliva;
oh...yes she loved sucking his cock like this, it was such a lovely prick, and
felt so fine rubbing the way it was against her cheeks.
Now as he levered up over her, his knees pressing against her hair
that spilled out in long black strands over the bedspread, her brother-in-law
could feel it coming, his sperm building in his rapidly ballooning balls. And
she continued to suck and draw, suck and draw at his cum-inflated hardness,
his penis straining with each thrust he made up into the girl's hotly clasping
mouth. He groaned as he felt her tongue fluttering teasingly just below the
lust-turgid crown of his cock, feeling the tip stroking gently up and then
more firmly against his wildly palpitating pleasure-center. He turned sideways
for a moment, just moving his head so that he could see Ellen's fingers
skewering in and out of her hotly gushing cunt, the vision spurring him onward
into greater spasms of lust. The thought that he was fucking into his
sister-in-law's mouth fused with the image of Ellen working her fiery cunt
lips and finger-fucking into her wildly sluicing passage as though her middle
finger were another cock, and he let out a deep agonized groan that merged
with the obscene smacking sound of his sperm-bloated balls slapping against
her lewdly bobbing chin.
"Good Christ!" he moaned, shoving his stiffened ramrod another
quarter-inch forward.
Ellen sucked and licked harder, swirling her tongue beneath the
moistened cap as it plunged inexorably into her throat, and fucking herself
with three fingers that were now implanted in her warmly seeping pussy all the
way up to the palm of her hand. She could feel his tautly pumping buttocks
brush obscenely back and forth on the swaying mounds of her breasts as he rose
and dipped over them, her hard erect nipples touching each of his ass-cheeks
with each downward movement he made over her quivering breasts, and this drove
her onward, her mind reeling with the buffeting assault on her nakedly
reclining body.
"Oh," she mewled through her lips that clasped and unclasped
rhythmically around the full pulsating length of his long fleshy shaft. She
could feel her second orgasm coming now, flickering out in hot spasms through
the walls of her wildly palpitating cunt as she finger-fucked in and out of
herself, her cheeks tightening obscenely around the lust-maddened cock that
fucked in and out of her mouth in a violent flash of ecstatic sensation that
rippled up through her loins and into her nakedly squirming belly. She sucked
and sucked, willing it to end and groaning out around the lewdly thrusting
cock as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around her viciously
rummaging fingers up inside her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the
vaginal lips clasped tightly around the top of her hand and down the insides
of her quivering thighs.
At the same time, her brother-in-law heaved and groaned above her
flailing head and rammed into her tightly ovalled mouth more violently,
holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. The
recurring thought that he was screwing into his own wife's sister triggered
it, and his cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the
hot jets of cum deep into her mouth. Feeling her gulp automatically,
swallowing the sweet pungent male cum hungrily as though to fill her entire
being with the remains of his lust, drove him onward into his final spasm and
he drew his entire rocking frame over her, plunging his hotly disengorging
cock almost perpendicularly down the gasping girl's throat.
A thin stream of viscous white semen rivuleted down the prone girl's
chin, pooling obscenely on her neck. She continued nibbling gently at the
quickly deflating cock in her mouth as he stroked her hair above, whispering
softly to her as he slowly withdrew.
They lay quietly side by side for a long time. It had happened so
unexpectedly, so spontaneously, Dave thought, that he hadn't had time to
consider the impact of what they had done. Well, this afternoon he would be
flying to Richmond. During the week in Virginia he would try to put himself in
a composed mood and figure out what the consequences of his adultery with his
sister-in-law might be on his relationship with his his wife. He turned to his
side and looked at the girl lying beside him. She smiled, her face guiltless,
her eyes half-closed, gazing blankly up at the ceiling.
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That's all I've got. Anyone have the rest...
Leo Star