Blackmailed Sister-in-law by Naomi McElroy

Mike McBride was driven to adultery by his inability to satisfy his
lustful appetite with his wife. Even though he loved her, he craved
certain acts which she absolutely refused to participate in. But then,
activating his desires on others only made him crave his wife more. It
was she he wanted to do these things to. What Mike didn't know was that
his wife had been involved in lascivious behavior before they met.
Would he find out? Only if she didn't pay the blackmailer.

 

Chapter 1

When Sarah McBride saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no
premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse
at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark-haired young
woman's spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree
tune, Sarah dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the
day's mail. The voluptuous brunette felt only mild curiosity when she
saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sarah McBride. Probably just some
ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television
set.

It wasn't until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled
out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sarah's hand flew to her
mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a
captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK
ABOUT IT, SWEET SARAH. BECAUSE YOU'LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the
photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sarah had hoped,
desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to
shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had
always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to
threaten her happiness. As Sarah lifted the lurid photos, her hands
trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The
sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her,
threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved
husband Mike and their precious daughter Jill.

Mike loved Sarah, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. "My sweet
Sarah," he often whispered as he held her close. "I'm the luckiest guy
in the world to have a wonderful wife like you!"

Every time Mike uttered those words, Sarah felt a wave of guilt ripple
through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband
imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that
her past would remain buried. She feared that Mike would be hopelessly
disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held
in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were
married! Sarah had agonized countless times over the possibility of
Mike's discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if
that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the
same frightening answer.

"He'll divorce me," she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching
her constricted throat. "And take my darling Jill away from me, declare
me an unfit mother!" The mere thought of that occurring made Sarah's
lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband
and daughter with all her heart. They were Sarah's whole world now.
They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her
mother's death five years before. Sarah had not really begun to live
until she met Mike. The four years of their marriage, despite its
problems, had been the happiest Sarah had ever known. And little Jill
was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-
old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous
letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one
of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she
stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Mike.
Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark
secret that Sarah had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she
had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother's
lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex
acts in front of a camera.

Sarah had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no
other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to
cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother's illness. When
she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sarah was
told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her
eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sarah saw the newspaper advertisement for a
photographer's model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad
stated. Sarah answered the ad eagerfy. When she heard how well the job
paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her
that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new
medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother's pain was so
expensive that Sarah worried about how she was going to manage to have
it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial
assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sarah. Landing this
lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial
problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before
the camera, that Sarah discovered just what type of modeling the job
entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The
things she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she
remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had
just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory
tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost
out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen
the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And
Sarah knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice
in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way
she could get it. I'll do it for mother, she told herself as she
started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few
months after Sarah had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her
mother died, Sarah quit her extra job immediately. With her mother's
insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the
staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of
necessity out of her mind, Sarah never stepped in front of the camera
again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sarah knew that it
had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity
to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from
the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of
the money Sarah had earned from her secret and sordid job. It's all in
the past now, Sarah tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely
on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Mike McBride and he more than compensated
for the unhappiness she'd known during the trying time of her mother's
terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and
wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sarah finally had
someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Mike treated her as
though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman
could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual
fulfillment. Although Sarah found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot
husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their
marriage bed. Mike was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very
demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sarah like some fragile china
doll, and somehow Sarah longed for more. Although she hated herself for
her lustful thoughts, the pretty brunette found herself thinking,
longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she'd engaged in
during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners
had been strangers to her, but still, Sarah recalled with ripples of
both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had
been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sarah
did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was
often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was
performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sarah often thought, her cheeks burning with
shame.

Sarah found herself thinking that often after she and Mike were
married. If our sex life is enough for Mike, why can't it be enough for
me? she often wondered. Sarah dreamed, in vain, about the day that she
would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking.
Instead, the well-stacked brunette felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just
once, she wished that Mike would take her roughly and savagely pound
his big pole of masculinity into her cock-hungry cunt, making her gasp
with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him
use the same coarse language that the actors used during the
pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon
instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sarah found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck
his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been rammed in
her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the
male models she had worked with, Sarah had liked the feel of their warm
meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck
cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast
and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sarah did
not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her
mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly
swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was
real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cramming their
merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position.
Sarah had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not
only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she
might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Mike McBride would put a
stop to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be
the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Mike had
proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sarah reached a climax
when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere
mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sarah yearned
for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Mike, however, never entered the shapely
brunette's mind. Sarah devoted herself to her husband with the same
fervor she'd dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those
she loved always came first with Sarah. That's why she never told Mike
of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did
not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking
as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sarah was convinced
that Mike preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to
play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their
marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to
satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the
plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she
was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the
throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sarah would spread her legs and
send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture,
shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Mike would show during
their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous
brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry
out with her husband.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she would gasp, her legs trembling as she
masturbated with vigor. "Harder, deeper!" she'd beg, thrilling to the
forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. "Fuck my cunt!" she'd
cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly
wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take
the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sarah's
frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment
of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself
which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her
luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the
anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this
blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sarah grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She
had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole
beneficiary of her mother's insurance policy, the woman's monumental
medical bills had consumed every penny. And Mike gave just a small
personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough
to grease a greedy palm. Mike just didn't make that kind of money.
Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television
repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sarah wondered, her teeth sinking into her
bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sarah did not know the
answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully
familiar photographs she'd received in the morning mail, the lovely
brunette knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her
beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she
had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had
known with Mike had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had
just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous
individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her
marriage!

As Sarah viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware
of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation,
she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although
she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of
desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sarah naked
and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a
lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her
widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous brunette licked her full lips as
she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt
inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face
was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameraman. Sarah recalled
the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue
... and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her
good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way
the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him
and take his rampaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sarah's voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed
harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her
pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes
grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself
lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly
before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the
nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled
between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched
forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sarah recalled as she looked at
the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on
licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they
had moved on to another lurid pose, Sarah had grabbed her partner's
head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading
with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her
pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his
raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in
sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the
table.

Sighing, Sarah recalled how that had been the very first time she had
ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the
cameraman unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The
thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between
her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted brunette with
revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet
tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sarah remembered too how she
had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of
excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as
far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous
physical sensation. Even the cameraman had teased her afterward, saying
that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her
life. After that, Sarah secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she
surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

How many times had Sarah longed for the feel of Mike's tongue between
her open legs. So many times when Sarah had had to bite her lip to keep
from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-
hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and
disgust Mike, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of
the sweet and innocent young wife.

The next morning, Sarah would wait until Jill was either at nursery
school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so
that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy
lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As
she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her
saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely brunette
pretended that it was her husband's tongue making those delicious
slurping sounds. She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked
body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would
remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of
mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a
point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing
herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet
pussy until she reached fulfillment. "Eat me, eat my cunt!" she'd
scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and
down in wild abandon.

Sarah's hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle
dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft
moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a
good-looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as
he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of
love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sarah's pale moons, and the
sexually aroused brunette recalled how the man had used her bare
asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on
his towering shaft, ramming his crimson prick into her sensitive
cervix. Sarah could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the
photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body
down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her sweater
as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had
created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sarah's
favorite poses, for her partner's prick always seemed so much bigger as
it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Mike would fuck her this way. Her husband's
enviable cock was the biggest she'd ever seen and Sarah often
fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her
legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I'll bet Mike's prick would drive
me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she
stared at the photograph she'd posed for years before. Instead,
however, Sarah had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-
bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs
grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her
whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved
the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" she'd pant, as she rose up and down on the plastic
sex-gadget, pretending that it was her husband's hot poker invading her
milky channel of love.

Sarah felt still another warm trickle in her panties as she looked at
the final photograph. Her pussy was pounding furiously now, and her
breathing was hot and ragged. She felt a deep warmth creep up her
thighs as she saw the picture of herself bent over a footstool. The
naked man behind her was pinching and twisting the fiery nipples of her
dangling tits while he rammed his distended pole of manhood deep into
her uplifted vaginal slit. Letting her tongue slide across her sensual
lips, Sarah remembered, with a hot wave of desire, how good it had felt
to be fucked from the rear. She recalled how her partner's big
testicles had slapped her asscheeks as he pounded into her, how his
punishing fingers had twisted and squeezed her sensitive nipples as he
bore into her with strength and determination. She saw the ecstatic
look on her face and knew that the expression she wore was a mere
reflection of her carnal pleasure.

There were countless times, during their four years of marriage, that
Sarah secretly yearned for Mike to make her bend over the side of their
bed so that he could fuck her from behind. It was a wildly thrilling
sensation, one that made her feel womanly and subservient. She loved
being used that way, of having her huge breasts tortured deliciously,
while she was soundly and thoroughly fucked at the same time. But Mike
never forced himself upon her in that manner. Instead, Sarah waited
until she was alone. Then she would bend over the bed and shove the
plastic vibrator deep into her hungry pussy, trying to make believe
that it was the cock of the man she loved sliding in and out of her
oily slot.

Now, as she looked at the scandalous photographs of herself, her lovely
body pounded with need. Tense from both apprehension and desire, the
voluptuous brunette wished fervently that things were different between
herself and her husband, that their physical relationship was more
earthy and candid. Then she would feel free to phone Mike at the
television repair shop and ask him to come home for an unscheduled sex
break. How comforting it would be to find release in her husband's arms
at a moment like this. But Sarah felt certain that Mike would be
appalled at such a bold suggestion from his wife ... especially when it
came in the middle of the morning!

No, better she turn to the plastic pacifier she kept hidden in her
dresser drawer for just such occasions. Her luscious body burning with
need, the shapely dark-haired young wife carried the photos of herself
into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. She walked over to the
dresser, her hand trembling as she reached into her lingerie drawer to
remove the vibrator. Sighing tremulously, she lifted her skirt and
tugged at her panties, quickly stepping out of them. Breathing hard,
she lay down on the bed with her skirt shoved up around her slender
waist while she spread her stockinged legs far apart. The black of her
garters stood out in stark contrast against the exposed portions of the
pale, smooth thighs above her nylon stockings.

She aimed the fake cock at the creamy slit nestled among the wet folds
of her parted coralline crevice, then reached for the lurid photos. She
held them in her hand in fanlike fashion, so that she could view all
the obscene poses at once while she masturbated. She felt the warmth of
her heavily flowing love syrup trickle from her creamy aperture to
trickle down the softness of her inner thigh as she held the sex-toy
close to her steaming cunt. Viewing the pornographic photos increased
her excitement and her split thighs trembled in hot anticipation as she
brought the vibrator forward. She sighed as the softly rounded tip
touched her sensitive inner pussy tissues, then gasped with pleasure as
the end of the vibrator slickly found its way into her throbbing
vagina.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured, turning the button on so that the penislike
apparatus vibrated thrillingly as she plunged it deep into her spongy
canal. Gluing her eyes to the lewd photos she'd posed for, she gently
shoved the whirring vibrator in and out, then increasing the strength
and tempo of her movements. "Oh fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned, her hips
rising in heated response as she pretended it was a real live prick
sliding in and out of her with such marvelous force. Her lust fanned by
the obscene poses before her half-closed eyes, she pushed the pseudo-
prick in with gusto, feeling it bump against the mouth of her womb. A
hot burst of pain shot through her, quickly followed by waves of
searing pleasure. "Deeper, harder!" she cried, her hips whirling in
excited little circles as the plastic vibrator flew in and out of her
creamy aperture. The fake cock was heavily coated with the oils of her
arousal now, and her wet pussy clung longingly to the gadget each time
she withdrew its length only to shove it back in again. Oh, it felt so
wonderful to have her cunt fucked the way she longed for Mike to screw
her. Hard and deep and demanding. Her wildly throbbing pussy secreted
even more of its thick sap, so that the vibrator was thickly coated
with her feminine juices. Sarah felt her sexual excitement rise to a
feverish pitch and she knew that an orgasm was imminent.

With well-practiced expertise, she quickly withdrew the false prick
from her saturated cavern to allow the waves of carnal pleasure to
diminish within her heated cunt. She did not want to climax just yet.
The penislike structure she held in her hand felt far too good to have
this session in self-stimulation end prematurely. She turned the
vibrator off and lay the cream-coated sex-toy on the bed to struggle
with her sweater. She pushed it up above her voluminous breasts, then
turned sideways so that she could unhook her lacy bra. She lifted the
frilly undergarment from her enormous tits and shoved it upward,
freeing her twin spheres of femininity. Her rosy nipples tightened into
bright rosettes at the sudden contact with air.

Gazing at the photos she held in her left hand, Sarah's right hand
found its way to her boobs. "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she let her
fingers trail across her firm creamy flesh. She recalled, with a tremor
of excitement, how thoroughly her huge tits had been sucked and fondled
during her brief and secret modeling career. As she looked at the
photos of herself now, she remembered how the photographer would
instruct her male partners to suck on Sarah's nipples good and hard,
treating each one to the pleasures of a warm mouth and drawing tongue.
After a good workover, Sarah's mammoth breasts would look even more
tempting for the camera, for their bright nipples would be fiery red,
distended, and glistening with saliva, while the firm mounds of pale
flesh encircling them rose into twin hills of luscious womanhood.

How Sarah secretly wished that Mike would go at her big boobs with
greater gusto. Although he fondled and caressed them, occasionally
nipping lightly at their uplifted tips, he treated the pale globes much
too fragilely for Sarah's liking. Many was the time when she was
tempted to cry out to her husband, to plead with him to grab her
breasts forcefully, to suck at them until she cried out for mercy.
She'd learned how marvelous it feels to have a warm, demanding mouth
tug at the bright rosettes topping her firm mounds, and she longed for
a repeat performance from her husband. Just as she inwardly yearned to
have him squeeze her ivory hills of flesh with urgent hands rather than
caress them lightly as he always did when they made love. Sarah was
tired of being treated as if she was made of spun glass instead of warm
flesh and blood. But she loved Mike far too much to risk hurting him by
criticizing his techniques in the bedroom. Instead, she remained
silent, trying to content herself with his timid caresses. When her
need became too great, as it was right now, Sarah tried to vent her
frustration by fondling her breasts herself in the privacy of her
bedroom.

Her full mouth open and breathing hard, she attacked her bright
nipples. Her hand moved quickly from one tit to the other, squeezing
and pinching the rosy tips. The tender flesh grew rigid under her
touch, rising into the air like two hot needles. She arched her back so
that her twin hills of femininity rose even more invitingly, their
crimson tips rising hotly, responding enthusiastically to her self-
manipulation. "Suck my tits!" she said, panting as her fingers pinched
and pulled on each uplifted rosette, her hand flying back and forth to
give each firm mound equal time. When her ample tits were well-
stimulated, she abandoned them to clutch the vibrator once again.

"Fuck, damn you, fuck!" she cried, sending the plastic mechanism into
her palpitating canal with fervor. Her hips rose in quick response when
she felt the object ram her tender cervix, sending hot bursts of
glorious sensation coursing through her. Panting, she flicked on the
button so that she would be further treated by steady vibrations of the
cock-like structure sailing in and out of her saturated slot. "Don't
stop!" she begged, fantasizing while she fucked herself. "Keep fucking!
Harder, faster!" In and out the whirring vibrator moved. Wet sucking
sounds accompanied her heavy breathing and her soaked pussy tissues
clung wetly to the sex-toy upon each withdrawal. Her eyes thick-lidded
and glazed, she kept staring at the lurid photos, her passion mounting.
When she felt herself rising, heading for that marvelous peak of carnal
pleasure, Sarah wanted to withdraw the vibrator, to forestall the
ultimate moment of pleasure. But the whirling mechanism felt so
marvelous sliding in and out of her steaming cunt that she could not
stop. "Fuck, fuck!" she shrieked, shoving it in with frenzy while her
hips whirled crazily. Suddenly bright bursts of color exploded within
her as she reached the apex of carnal joy. "Aghhhhhhh," she cried. Her
pelvis bucking, she pushed the whirring object in as hard and as deep
as she could, ramming it into the mouth of her womb while she climaxed.

At last, the sweating brunette let her hips fall onto the mattress
while she lay panting. Her lust temporarily sated, she turned off the
vibrator and closed her eyes, sighing dreamily, her big breasts spread
out into soft hills of satisfaction, and their bright nipples flattened
into contented circles. If a mere vibrator felt this marvelous, how
much better it would feel to have the man she adored fuck her like
that! Sarah felt certain, however, that Mike's libido was simply
smaller than hers, that he found sexual satisfaction much more easily
than she. He seemed perfectly content with their lovemaking, while she
had to resort to self-stimulation when her secret frustration became
too great.

Still, Mike's a good man, she quickly reminded herself, ashamed of the
fact that she found fault with the man she loved. And a perfect
husband. Even if Sarah did have to masturbate now and then, she was
still a very lucky woman to have a wonderful man like Mike McBride.
Especially with her lurid past! Now that her passion was spent, Sarah
regained her senses and she looked at the obscene photos of herself
with fear and revulsion. She sat up and straightened the bed, then
hooked her bra and reached down for her strewn panties. She carried the
heavily coated vibrator and the four photographs into the bathroom.
First the curvaceous young woman cleansed the sex-gadget of her milky
feminine secretions and set it on the sink. Then she lifted the photos
and ripped them into a myriad of tiny pieces, her fingers moving with
quick angry motions. A look of satisfaction crossed her pretty face as
she saw the fragments flutter into the toilet. With a determined jerk
of her hand, she flushed the toilet, sending the torn pictures into the
sewer where they belonged. Even though she was certain that the person
who had sent them to her could easily obtain more, at least this
particular set was destroyed and could not accidentally be discovered
by the man she loved. For Sarah felt certain that her beloved Mike
would have nothing more to do with her if he ever learned of her sordid
past.

How will I ever manage to silence the person who sent these to me? she
agonized, biting her lip as she watched the water churn in the toilet
bowl. The most I can manage is a few dollars a week!

While Sarah returned to her bedroom to conceal the vibrator in the
bottom of her dresser drawer, it had never occurred to her distressed
mind that the anonymous blackmailer wanted something she never
suspected. The man was greedy, all right ... and unscrupulous as well.
But the lovely brunette would soon learn that he lusted for something
that would humiliate and degrade her far more than it would if he were
merely hungry for money!

 

Chapter 2

Sarah hoped that her secret fears and guilt would not show at the
dinner table that evening. She was grateful to little Jill for
maintaining a lively three-year-old flow of chatter throughout the
meal, diverting her husband's attention. After they had eaten and Sarah
was clearing off the table, Mike suddenly announced that he was going
out.

"You don't mind if I go to the Brewery for a couple of hours, do you,
hon?" he asked, smiling at his wife.

Sarah felt a stab of disappointment. She did mind when Mike went to the
small tavern on the edge of town. Even though she knew it was just his
way of unwinding now and then, she knew from experience that he would
stay away much longer than a couple of hours. He would come home late
with the smell of beer on his breath when he fell into bed. Although he
never actually got drunk, he always came home exhausted. Too exhausted
to make love to her even when she waited up for him. Sarah secretly
wished that the man she married would turn to her for release from his
tensions instead of to a local tavern. Then maybe she would not need a
vibrator either.

But Sarah did not voice any of her thoughts. Playing the role of the
sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Of course not, Mike,"
she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work hard
all day and it would do you good to get out for a while and relax."

Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a
quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek. "How
many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to
beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent it."

I resent it, too! Sarah thought to herself, running water into the
sink. I'd much rather you stay home and unwind in bed! But she kept a
pleasant expression on her face while pouring dishwashing liquid into
the sink.

"I'll get Jill ready for bed before I leave," Mike offered, leading
their raven-haired daughter by the hand. "Then you can just relax and
watch TV." He started out of the room, then turned, remembering
something. "Oh yeah. I've got Gene's TV set out in the truck. I'll
bring it in before I go. Gene said he'll stop by and pick it up
tomorrow morning."

Sarah heard the delighted innocent laughter of their daughter as Mike
made a game of getting the child into her night clothes. But she did
not smile at the lighthearted sounds of their playfulness. Instead, she
felt a flicker of annoyance the way she always did whenever her
brother-in-law's name was mentioned. She disliked Mike's younger
brother intensely. Although she managed to conceal the intensity of her
emotion from her husband, Sarah felt certain that his nineteen-year-old
brother Gene sensed the animosity that Sarah harbored toward him. She
did her best to be polite to her husband's tall, lanky brother but she
had to force herself to do so. Everything about Gene disgusted her. The
way he leered at her when Mike wasn't looking, the way he took
advantage of his older brother's good-natured generosity and affection.
Sarah had lost track of the amount of money the boy now owed them.
Whenever she mentioned the unpaid loans to Mike, however, he merely
laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Gene's still a kid," he always apologized. "So he forgets to pay me
back now and then. It's no big deal."

Maybe it didn't mean much to Mike but it mattered to Sarah. She just
didn't like the way Gene used his older brother, ignoring him for weeks
when he was caught up in his own activities, then showing up again with
a phony grin whenver he needed something. Whether it was a time-
consuming favor or a quick loan, Mike always indulged his younger
brother.

"Maybe I do spoil Gene a little," Mike once admitted after shelling out
the fine for his brother's latest traffic violation. "But I practically
raised him singlehandedly after our folks died, Sarah. Somehow I guess
I still feel responsible for him."

But Sarah felt that young Gene would stand on his own two feet more if
Mike didn't keep making things so easy for him. Like fixing his
television set. Sarah was certain that Gene would forget to pay his
brother for services rendered. Just as he always forgot to repay loans.
It wasn't as if Gene didn't earn good money on his graveyard shift at
the factory. Gene shared a small studio apartment with a friend named
Lenny and still had plenty of money to spare after expenses were met.
But Gene squandered his paycheck on good times, always running to his
older brother when things got tight and his wallet was not quite so
well padded.

And now he was coming over tomorrow morning. Sighing heavily, Sarah
hoped that he would not sit around and gab, keeping her from her work.
She liked to make the best possible use of the hours that Jill spent at
the nursery school so that she could play with her daughter in the
afternoon. Well, if Gene looked like he was going to park himself all
morning, Sarah would just have to invent some excuse to get rid of him.

Sarah had the dishes done by the time Mike returned from their
daughter's bedroom. "She's all set to watch television with her mommy,"
Mike said with a smile when he joined Sarah in the kitchen. "I'll go
get Gene's television set, then head for the Brewery."

After her husband had left, Sarah sat beside her small daughter on the
livingroom couch, trying to concentrate on the musical variety show she
had turned on. But her troubled thoughts kept turning to the disturbing
letter she'd received that morning, along with the revealing
photographs of herself. She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that
Mike had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers.
She knew that without his companionship, she would spend the entire
evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for
the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike
really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded
herself sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless
recreation to help him relax after a hard day's work.

As Sarah sat beside her young daughter, holding the child's small hand
in hers, the lovely brunette was secure in the belief that Mike was
doing nothing more than going out to spend a few hours shooting the
breeze with the fellow patrons of the Brewery.

Because she trusted her beloved husband implicitly, Sarah never once
suspected that in a few short minutes, the man she adored would be
pounding his fiery prick into the well-trodden cunt of a hard-faced
platinum blonde named Lil. A woman who knew Sarah's husband in all the
intimate and carnal ways that Sarah herself secretly yearned for!

* * *

Mike McBride had told his wife only half the truth when he said that he
was going to the Brewery for a few beers. What he failed to add was the
fact that he often shared the foamy brew with a bleached blonde
divorcee who was usually occupying a stool at the bar. On the nights
that Mike showed up, however, Lil downed her drinks faster than usual
for she was in just as big a hurry as Mike was to get to her apartment.

After consuming their usual quota of alcohol, Mike and Lil left the bar
arm in arm. Minutes later, they were sprawled in the middle of the
divorcee's bed, their naked bodies intertwined. The sounds of their
heavy breathing filled the air as Mike lay on top of her, his distended
prick poking the barfly's heavy thigh. He bent over her bosom, kneading
her ample tits while he sucked greedily at one of her ruby nipples. His
swollen testicles churning under the weight of their heavy load, he
went at her big boobs with the fervor he dared not display at home.
Mike had hungered for the taste of a savory mound of flesh for days
now. If he had waited uch longer to satisfy his lustful urges, he was
afraid that he might have lost control of himself with Sarah and gone
after his wife's luscious breasts the way he was now devouring Lil's.
And Mike did not want that to happen. His wife was far different from
Lil. Sarah was not the kind of woman that a man handled roughly. His
Sarah was sweet and good and decent, the kind of woman a man cherished
and respected.

Mike always held himself in check whenever he and Sarah made love,
being careful not to let his animal lust get the best of him. By
exercising the utmost self-control, Mike managed to make love to his
wife gently, tenderly, the way Mike felt that she both deserved and
expected to be treated. It was when his frustration became
overpowering, that he turned to earthy women like Lil. The hard-faced
blonde under him liked being handled roughly, for her sexual appetite
was as voracious as any man's. With someone like Lil, Mike could relax
and let himself go sexually. Although he hated himself for cheating on
his beloved Sarah, he had little choice in the matter. He loved his
wife with all his heart but she did not satisfy all his sexual needs.
Every so often, the young husband felt as if he would explode if he did
not go out and find the kind of woman who would welcome the kind of sex
he secretly hungered for. A lusty man-hungry gal like Lil.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that feels gooood," Lil moaned, arching her back in an
effort to offer Mike even more of her vast hills of femininity. Her
heavily mascaraed eyes glazed with lust, the overweight divorcee let
her hands slide down Mike's smooth muscular back and over the curve of
his bare buttocks. Sighing, she squeezed his pale asscheeks with
enthusiasm, loving the feel of his firm flesh under her fingers. She
ran her finger up the hairy crack of his ass, noting with satisfaction
that her quick unexpected caress made gooseflesh appear on his nude
body.

Although she was glad to be rid of her abusive ex-husband, Lil missed
having a built-in sex partner. That's why she frequented the local
tavern several nights a week. If she sat at the bar long enough, she
could usually count on finding some eager cock willing to ram her
hungry pussy. And Mike McBride was not only one of her regular cocksmen
but he was also one of her favorites. The big burly Irishman really
knew how to take care of a woman in the sack. He always gave her
oversize boobs a great going over, using his hands and his mouth in
ways that kept her happy for days. Although she was sometimes bruised
and sore after one of their heated sessions, it was well worth the
small price.

Now, as he squeezed and sucked at her mammoth tits, hot bursts of
sensation coursed through her, making the blonde writhe with pleasure.
Her pussy leaking profusely, it pounded out its hunger with a
persistent beat. Her free-flowing cuntal juices oozed from her
throbbing aperture to stain the bedsheet. She knew from experience how
deliciously big Mike's luscious prick was and the knowledge that
tonight she was in for an extra special treat added to her excitement.

At last Mike lifted his fair head from her bosom. Breathing hard, he
rolled over on his back, his towering shaft reaching for the ceiling.
"Get on top of me, baby," he panted, "and have yourself a go at my
prick!"

Lil gazed at his towering shaft with adoring eyes. "You bet I will,
sweetie!" she quickly agreed, licking her lips. Rising eagerly, she
lifted a heavy leg to straddle his naked body, her well-padded
asscheeks looming in front of Mike's handsome face. Grabbing the thick
base of his swollen spear, the bleached blonde lowered her head, her
mouth watering. She loved to suck on a cock almost as much as she loved
to feel one crowd her pussy. The taste of a warm hunk of meat in her
mouth made her entire body tingle. It wasn't often, however, that she
got the chance to sample an oversize prick like Mike's. The mere
thought of sucking on his tasty manhood made her oozing cunt flutter in
anticipation.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her mouth greedily while she brought
her head all the way down to meet his bubbling joint.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Mike sighed, thrilling to the feel of her wet mouth
encircling his hot poker. In seconds, the pudgy blonde had consumed the
full length of his masculinity so that the oozing knoblike tip rammed
the back of her throat. Once her widely stretched mouth had devoured
every possible inch, the blonde began to suck vigorously. Fiery bursts
of carnal pleasure tore through Mike's throbbing penis at the feel of
her drawing tongue. "Oh, baby!" he gasped, lifting his hips in quick
response. "That's gooood! Keep suckin'!"

Encouraged by his praise, the plump divorcee sucked with even greater
vigor, her head moving up and down enthusiastically. While she clutched
the stump of his cock with one hand, she reached down to fondle his
prickly sacs with the other. Mike felt his swollen balls churn under
her firm touch. Christ, Lil sure can suck cock! he thought, breathing
heavily. Her dangling tits dancing merrily as she bobbed up and down,
Lil's cheeks billowed in and out.

Good ol' Lil! Mike thought, surrendering himself completely to her
vigorous suckings. With a gal like her, a man can really let go!

"Suck, suck!" he cried, letting his inhibitions run wild. After holding
back with his wife all the time, it felt great to let loose like this.
His hot prick pounding and his balls churning while she went at him
with gusto, Mike gazed up at the divorcee's widespread cunt. He saw the
creaminess of her gaping pussy, the way her bright clitoris rose in
excited splendor, beckoning invitingly. He reached up to stroke her
soft thighs while his long tongue darted out to titillate the inflamed
bud of femininity. The small penislike structure grew even more rigid
under his manipulations and the blonde's wide ass bucked in heated
response.

Lil suddenly released her masculine treasure to gasp for air. "Oh, Mike
honey!" she cried, wiggling her hips. "Eat my pussy, sweetie! Oh, I
need your mouth on my cunt!" When she felt Mike's wet tongue respond to
her wanton plea, she shuddered, her lewdly parted pussy secreting even
more profusely. Oh, his wet mouth felt so good against her steaming
cunt! Moaning happily, she lowered her head once again to resume her
vigorous sucking, her mouth working feverishly in an effort to reward
him for the way his oral member was swirling so magnificently between
her outspread legs. The pungent taste of Mike's precoital juices on her
tongue stimulated her all the more. Nearly out of her mind with
passion, the plump divorcee rose up and down on his fiery shaft with
unsurpassed dedication. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. The dual
pleasure of feeling Mike's mammoth rod crowd her mouth while his
merciless tongue ravished her pounding cunt proved overpowering.
Suddenly the naked blonde moaned as if in delirium, her big ass bucking
wildly, making Mike's head flip like that of a puppet on a string as
his relentless tongue swirled high in her slick vagina. As she bucked
in heated orgasm, mewling and grunting, her mouth and tongue tugged at
her partner's hot pole of masculinity with the fervor of a mad woman.

The taste of her oozing feminine juices on his tongue as well as the
merciless way she was devouring his wildly throbbing prick made Mike's
heated pelvis whirl frantically. Lowering his head from her pulsating,
climaxing cunt, he panted, his breath coming hot and heavy. His balls
were churning and his fiery shaft was about to explode.

"Oh Christ!" he gasped, his fingers digging cruelly into the divorcee's
widely split thighs. "I'm cummmming! Aghhhhhhh!" His hips jerking, he
felt his steaming juices erupt in Lil's mouth while wave after wave of
carnal sensation tore through his sweating body. He felt her hand
squeeze tightly around the base of his ejaculating organ as she eagerly
devoured his hot semen, her throat working rapidly as she swallowed
again and again. When at last his jerking penis had shot its entire
wad, the platinum blonde lifted her head from his spent organ and
collapsed on top of him.

As the panting couple struggled to catch their breath, Mike's thoughts
suddenly turned to his lovely wife Sarah. If being sucked off by a slut
like Lil could bring him such pleasure, how much more thrilling it
would be if his young wife would give him a good blow job. Instantly
ashamed of his lewd thoughts, Mike silently berated himself. His sweet
Sarah would be shocked and disgusted if he ever suggested such an act
to her! To even think of the woman he loved while a tramp like Lil was
lying naked and sprawled on top of him was contemptible! Alarmed by his
salacious thoughts, Mike decided that he better make sure that he
fucked away to his heart's content tonight so that he did not dare
approach his sweet homemaker in any way that might frighten or disgust
her. Better he satisfy himself with a woman who welcomed rough and
vigorous sex ... like good ol' Lil!

"What d'ya say, Lil baby?" Mike asked in a husky voice, running his
finger down the length of her saturated slit. "Do you think you can
suck some life back into me so we can go another round or two?"

Lil's puffy, sperm-coated mouth stretched into a lascivious grin as she
lifted her leg and rolled over. "You bet, sweetie," she murmured,
reaching for his limp organ. "You can always count on Lil, honey. Just
gimme a few minutes and I'll have this baby nice and stiff again!" With
that, she lowered her head and drew his spent penis into her receptive
mouth. Her cheeks working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at
intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of his cock,
dipping down inside to lap up every last drop of sperm. It wasn't long
before the pudgy divorcee felt the masculine treasure grow within her
mouth, becoming smooth and stiff under her artful ministrations. Her
insatiable pussy began to throb again, eager for more than the feel of
a tongue within its spongy depths. This time, Lil hungered for the
vastness of Mike McBride's enviable prick inside her cock-hungry
vagina. No man she knew could fuck her with such strength and
determination as the man whose rapidly expanding joint filled her warm
mouth.

Mike grinned, feeling his hot shaft reach full capacity once again.
"You sure know how to suck a prick, baby!" he complimented, reaching
down to give her heavy asscheek a playful slap. "Now you can spead
those legs of yours so I can shove my big cock into your hot little
pussy!"

More than eager to comply, the naked divorcee rolled over on her back
and split her legs wide, gazing up at her husky partner with thick-
lidded eyes. "Mmmmmmmmm, I can hardly wait to feel your big prick
inside my cunt," she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to
grasp her fuzzy triangle. Whimpering, she spread her cuntal lips apart
in a lewd offering, her quivering canal glistening in readiness. "Hurry
and put it in, honey," she begged, lifting her pelvis while her hungry
cunt throbbed demandingly.

Mike quickly straddled the hard-faced blonde, his distended hunk of
meat scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward. He could feel his
balls tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen and
knew that he was ready to give the uninhibited divorcee the brand of
fucking she ached for. But first, he wanted to hear her beg a little.

"Say please, baby," he told her, reaching down to finger her milky
slit.

Lil gasped at the feel of his finger. Splitting her legs so far apart
that her thigh muscles ached, she looked up at him pleadingly. "Please,
Mike," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously. "Please
fuck me!"

"Do you like my prick?" he teased, dragging out her obvious discomfort
by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris.

Moaning, Lil arched her back, the nipples of her enormous tits rising
hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky nectar.
"Oh yesssssss," she agreed, licking her lips. "I love your prick,
honey. Now please! Please fuck me!"

Chuckling triumphantly, Mike withdrew his hand from her dripping
membranes and grabbed her meaty thighs. Giving her legs a harsh tug, he
lifted her hips off the mattress. The blonde quickly curled her thick
legs around his waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness. With a
sudden jerk of his hips, Mike sent his crimson cock deep into her
saturated slot. In seconds, he had completely penetrated her inner
depths, the mushroom tip of his stiff rod bumping against her cervix.
He felt her soaked vaginal walls grasp him eagerly and heard her cry
out at his fierce and swift invasion. "Feel good, baby?" he asked,
breathing hard.

"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening around his trim waist.
"Oh, keep on fuckin'!"

Mike quickly complied, his hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to
lift her wide hips as he pounded into her. Again and again he lunged
forward, his pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and
determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be
heard along with their mutual grunts. "Like the way I fuck?" Mike
demanded, shoving his pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping
opening as hard as he could.

"Yesssssss," she replied rapturously, her legs tightening around Mike's
sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture every possible
inch of his great phallic length. "Oooooohhh, you're so biiiig, honey!"
she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic circles. "Oh fuck, fuck!"

Grunting, Mike pounded into the split-legged blonde again and again,
his mushroomlike tip bumping into her cervix with each swift
penetration. His balls were churning and his body was burning with
lust. This was the way he liked to fuck! Hard and fast and deep! He
gloried to the feel of Lil's legs clinging so tightly to his waist, the
lustful look on her face as she lifted her pelvis high to meet his
forceful invasions. Maybe Lil was cheap and easy but she sure knew how
to fuck! Sweat ran down Mike's naked body as he tore into her,
trickling down to disappear into the hairy recesses of his asshole. His
huge testicles slapped against her buttocks with each forward lunge. He
withdrew his pounding prick almost completely before again slamming
into her with abandonment. His mouth hung loosely and his eyes were
glassy. The burly Irishman was fairly mad with lust as he ravaged her
foaming vagina. All else but fucking was blotted from his passion-
crazed mind. Nothing mattered now but physical sensation. He was
consumed by the fierce throbbing of his fiery rod, the luscious feel of
her grasping wet cunt around his pistoning shaft. At last his sweating
body gave one last forward jerk before he erupted inside her with
volcanic force, sending searing hot juices splattering against the
walls of her pussy. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, bucking and jerking like a
madman while his steaming cum kept spurting.

Feeling his vast cock explode deep within her secret depths, Lil
quickly joined her partner in orgasm. Grunting and moaning, their
sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison as together
they reached the apex of carnal joy until at last their convulsing
bodies grew still.

* * *

Sarah was sound asleep when Mike tiptoed into their darkened bedroom.
Spent and exhausted, he undressed as quietly as possible so that he
would not awaken the woman he loved. As he slid into bed beside the
lovely brunette, Mike felt a wave of guilt course through his body. He
was not proud of the fact that he was cheating on Sarah like this. And
he hoped to God that she would never find out. The thought of losing
her was almost more than he could bear. Still, sleeping around with
other women - the kinds who enjoyed his lusty sexual desires - was
something Mike was convinced he had to do. It was the only way he could
satisfy the strong physical cravings of his masculinity. His precious
Sarah was so sweet and innocent that he could never fuck her the way he
had fucked Lil tonight. He could dream about it, of course, fantasize
about all the wild and forceful ways he would like to make love to his
wife, but he could never dare to enact them in reality!

As Mike McBride gazed into the innocent looking face of his beloved
wife, almost childlike in slumber, never in the man's wildest fantasies
could he have imagined what his beautiful young wife would engage in
the very next day!

 

Chapter 3

When the doorbell rang the next morning, Sarah glanced out the
livingroorn window to see her brother-in-law's red sports car parked
out in front. She felt herself tense while a ripple of distaste coursed
through her. She had never met anyone she disliked more than her
husband's younger brother. Everything about Gene set her teeth on edge.
She answered the door with a grim look on her face, hoping that Gene
would pick up his television set and leave without stopping to pass the
time of day with her. She hated his boastful manner and parasitic
tendencies. If I don't think of some way to get rid of him, Gene will
invite himself to lunch, Sarah thought, opening the front door.

Gene stood with his lanky form draped in the doorway, a cigarette
drooping from his sullen lips. He appraised Sarah's conservative outfit
with cold, narrowed eyes. "Well now," he said in a mocking tone. "Don't
you look sweet this morning!"

Sarah was suddenly self-conscious about her conservative blouse and
skirt. Gene undoubtedly preferred seeing the opposite sex clad in
something sexier, but Sarah dressed to please her husband. And Mike
liked to see her dressed decently, even around the house. Gene,
however, would probably have preferred to find Sarah in a pair of tight
jeans and a low-cut sweater. Trying to ignore his thinly veiled
sarcasm, Sarah pasted a thin smile on her face and stepped backward,
inviting him in.

"Guess you've come for your television set," she said, trying to keep
her voice pleasant. She gestured toward the portable set on the floor.
"It's all ready for you," she went on. "The picture is really great
now. Mike's got it fixed up like new."

Gene took a drag-on his cigarette, glancing at the set with a bored
expression. "Is Jill at nursery school?" he asked, his pale-blue eyes
darting about.

Sarah nodded, grateful that Gene had come while her daughter was away.
Otherwise, he might stop and play with Jill, staying for hours. The
only redeeming quality about her brother-in-law was the fact that he
did seem genuinely fond of his young niece. The only real generosity
he'd ever shown was toward little Jill. He seldom came over without
some sort of present for the girl.

"I don't go pick her up until one o'clock," Sarah explained, hoping the
information would discourage him from sticking around. It was only a
little after ten now. And Sarah certainly did not welcome the though of
having Gene park himself for three more hours.

"It's just as well," he said, crushing his cigarette in a nearby
ashtray. "It's you I've come to see, anyhow," he added, looking at her
with a strange grin.

Sarah felt a flicker of annoyance. Why didn't he just pick up his
television set and leave, she thought with exasperation. Didn't he
realize that she had things to do?

She cleared her throat, quickly searching her mind for some phony
excuse to get rid of him. "Well, I was just about to go out to do some
grocery shopping, the supermarket has some good specials I can't afford
to pass up. And it's much easier for me to shop without Jill."

Her brother-in-law crossed his arms and gave her a long look. "Is that
right?" he asked, a smug look on his thin face. "Well now, sister-in-
law," he drawled, his lips twisting into a smirk, "it looks like you're
just gonna have to postpone that shopping trip for a while."

The false smile left Sarah's face to be replaced with a frown. Who did
Gene think he was anyway? "I'm sorry, Gene," she said in a cold voice.
"But I've already planned my day." She walked over to the television
set, lifted it and handed it to him in a gesture of dismissal. "Maybe
you can come back sometime when Mike and Jill are here," she told him.
That way, Sarah could leave the entertaining of his younger brother up
to her husband while she went about her business.

Gene took the TV set from her and set it down. "Oh, I don't think that
would be such a good idea, Sarah dear," he said, reaching into the
pocket of his leather jacket. "Not unless you want your husband and
daughter to see these!" His thick lips stretching into a sneer, he
withdrew an envelope. His pale-blue eyes never leaving Sarah's face,
the young man removed the contents of the envelope and held them up in
front of her.

Sarah breathed a gasp of horror and her green eyes grew round as she
stared, her mouth open and her jaw slack. For the brother-in-law she so
despised was holding up copies of the four photographs she had received
in the mail the day before! "Where did you get these?" she croaked, her
cheeks flushing crimson.

"Down at my friendly neighborhood porno shop," he replied, his sneer
intensifying. "And they've got lots more. Why, dear?" he taunted, his
sneer stretching into a mocking grin. "Did you want a set for your
family album?" he asked, thrusting the lewd photos at her.

"You!" Sarah choked, clutching her throat as she held the pictures.
"You sent the letter!"

"That's right, sweetie," Gene said, unzipping his jacket. "My, you do
catch on fast, don't you, Sarah?"

"What is it you want?" she asked, her voice a ragged whisper. "I ... I
can't give you much, Gene. Only about ten dollars a week!"

Gene tossed his jacket on a nearby chair, an unpleasant smile on his
thin face. "Oh, I don't want your money, sweet Sarah," he told her,
unbuttoning his shirt. "That would be like stealing from my own
brother, don't you agree? I mean, after all, whatever you get comes
from him, right?"

Sarah's mouth felt like cotton and her heart pounded with fear. "You
... you're going to tell Mike, aren't you?" she asked, her voice
cracking.

"Not unless you make me, sweet Sarah," he said, removing his shirt.

Sarah watched her brother-in-law fumble with his trousers and felt her
heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"I mean, all you have to do is cooperate, baby," Gene told her,
unzipping his fly. "You know what a fun-loving guy I am, don't you,
honey?" He let his pants drop to the floor, then stepped out of them,
standing before her in just a T-shirt and jockey shorts. "And that's
all I'm here for, sweetie, So you and me can have ourselves a little
fun!"

As Sarah gasped in open-mouthed disbelief, Gene reached out to grab the
lewd photos from her. "The same kind of fun you seemed to be having
when these pictures were taken," he added, returning the photos to his
jacket pocket.

All the color drained from the brunette's face as the meaning of his
words became clear. Her brother-in-law was blackmailing her, all right!
But it wasn't cold cash that he wanted. Instead, he lusted for hot
flesh and blood. It was her body, not her money, that he wanted!

Sarah took a step forward, her face beseeching. "But, Gene, you don't
understand. I posed for those photos years ago! Before I even met Mike!
Those pictures don't have anything to do with now!"

Gene lifted his T-shirt, his eyes cold. "That's where you're wrong,
baby," he told her pulling the undergarment over his head. "Those
pictures have plenty to do with now. 'Cause if you don't play along
with me now, I'll blow the whistle on you to my brother!"

The lovely brunette stared at her nearly nude brother-in-law with a
helpless look on her pretty face. As she stood in front of him, pale
and trembling, she felt trapped and frightened. Having sex with the man
she loathed made her stomach churn, but Sarah did not know what else
she could do. Mike trusted her, held her on a pedestal. Learning about
the obscene modeling she'd done would surely destroy all feelings he
had for her. If Mike should learn of her sordid past, he would be so
disillusioned that the love he now felt for her would cease to exist!
And Sarah loved Mike so desperately that she would do anything she
could to keep their marriage intact. Including agreeing to Gene's
sexual demands. Even though the thought of having sex with her brother-
in-law turned her stomach, it was better than losing the man she loved.

Sarah's jade eyes dropped to the slight bulge between Gene's legs. "You
mean," she began, swallowing hard, "that if I do what you want, you'll
keep my secret?"

"Sure, baby," Gene said. "All you have to do is let me have my fun,
okay? After all, you were willing to let those guys in the photos have
their fun with you. And they weren't even related, like we are. Then
once I've had my fill of you, I'll never mention those photos again."
He gave her a lascivious grin, his eyes traveling over the length of
her voluptuous figure. "What d'ya say, honey? Is it a deal?"

Believing that Gene would keep his end of the bargain, Sarah nodded.
"It's a deal."

"Good, then that's settled," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Now all
you have to do is get comfy, dear sister-in-law. Just like I did." When
he saw the fright reflected in Sarah's jade eyes, he chuckled. "Take
off your clothes, honey. All except your stockings and garterbelt, that
is," he added, licking his lips. "Keep those on." When Sarah hesitated,
staring at him with round eyes, Gene snapped his fingers. "I said
strip!" he ordered, taking a step forward. Then his eyes darted to the
radio on the end table and he smiled. "Or maybe you want to undress to
music, huh, Sarah?" He walked over to the radio and turned the knob, a
sudden blast of rock music piercing the air. "There," he smirked,
flopping down on the sofa. "That's better."

Sarah's fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse while Gene sat back
and leered at her. For some reason, stripping for her obnoxious
brother-in-law was much more difficult than stripping for strangers had
been during her brief modeling career. That had been just a job, one
she was getting paid for. But following Gene's orders put things on a
strictly personal basis and she felt embarrassed and humiliated.

"Dance!" Gene ordered, watching her open her blouse, his eyes bright
with lust.

Blinking back tears, Sarah did as she was told, moving her feet to the
heavy rock beat. She shed her blouse and let it drop to the carpet,
feeling Gene's icy stare focus on her black satin bra. She had been
aware of his eyes on her boobs in the past but his glance had always
been surreptitious. Now he gazed boldy, his tongue sliding across his
thick lips at the sight of her pale flesh spilling out of the 34-D bra.

"Take off your bra!" he commanded, his penis growing in his shorts.

Feeling her cheeks brighten, Sarah reached behind her back to unhook
the garment. She let the black bra slide down her shoulders, then fall
to the rug, releasing her mammoth tits. She heard Gene gasp as they
loomed forward in rounded magnificence, their bright rosettes
tightening into twin rosebuds at their sudden nudity.

"Shit, you really got a great pair of boobs, honey!" he praised, his
hand lowering to the hot swelling in his shorts. He grabbed his growing
prick and fondled it unabashedly as he eyed her firm mounds of ivory
flesh. "Mmmmmm, I can't wait to have a go at them."

Moving in time to the music, Sarah unzipped her skirt and stepped out
of it, tossing the garment to the floor. Doing a pirouette, she lowered
her lacy half-slip. Once that garment was discarded, the lovely
brunette had only her white lace panties to shed. Wriggling her shapely
hips, she eased out of them, letting them drop to the floor. Whirling,
she turned to face her brother-in-law clad only in a black garterbelt,
nylon stockings, and high-heeled pumps.

"Now let's see you dance for me, honey," Gene ordered, his eyes bright
as he gazed at the dark triangle of fuzz between her outstretched legs.
"Really move!"

Her face bright with humiliation, the pretty brunette wriggled her hips
and moved her legs in time to the heavy beat of the music. Her long
dark hair whirled as she gyrated and turned, giving Gene the
opportunity to ogle her luscious naked body from every angle. Her big
tits jiggled enticingly, their rosy nipples looming forward. She saw
her brother-in-law caress his growing erection as his pale eyes
devoured her nude body, his big lips hanging loosely. And she loathed
the man as never before!

Gene felt his hot prick expand rapidly at the delectable sight in front
of him. Sarah was really built and her enormous boobs were so nice and
firm and high. The way they bobbed and undulated when she performed her
disco dance really turned him on. And seeing her naked, except for her
skimpy garterbelt and nylon stockings, made his throbbing cock mushroom
even faster. The sharp contrast of her pale thighs and abdomen against
the shiny black satin stimulated the young man as much as if Sarah were
stark naked. The dark nylon stockings and high-heeled shoes made her
shapely legs seem even more appealing.

But now Gene wanted to do more than merely look at her luscious nudity.
Wearing an evil grin, he rose from the sofa to turn off the blaring
music. He went over to his pretty sister-in-law and stood in front of
her with his shorts bulging at the crotch area. He bent down to draw a
bright nipple into his mouth, squeezing the pale flesh surrounding the
pink rosette while his other hand reached down to finger the slit of
her hesitating pussy. Sarah gasped at the feel of his warm mouth upon
her breast and the pressure of his fingers upon her sensitive cuntal
tissues. Still, she dared not pull away. They had made a deal and she
had no choice but to abide by it so that he would not reveal her dark
past to her beloved husband.

His greedy lips moved from one rosy tip to the other, sucking
voraciously while he dug his fingers into her fuzzy crotch. Despite the
fact that she despised the man whose mouth was pressed against her
ample breasts, warm tingly sensations coursed through her naked body
and the nub of her clitoris rose hotly under his persistent fingers.

Fully aware of the speed with which Sarah's tiny bud of femininity was
responding to his caress, Gene withdrew his mouth from her distended
nipple to give her a knowing grin. "Like that, don't you, Sarah?" he
asked, rubbing her sensitive organ even harder.

"No!" she gasped, her cheeks flaming even more. But the way that the
tiny penislike structure stiffened belied her words.

"Who you tryin' to kid?" he asked, laughing derisively. "You're gettin'
all hot and bothered and we both know it." He pulled his hand from
between her legs and stood up with the front of his jockey shorts
protruding sharply. "On your knees, bitch!" he commanded.

Her eyes wide, she quickly complied. "Take off my shorts," he ordered.

Her hands shaking, the kneeling brunette tugged at the elastic
waistband, lowering her brother-in-law's underwear. In seconds, she
released his big crimson cock and its fiery tip bobbed menacingly in
front of her face while its open glans gazed like a gaping, glaring
eye.

Smirking at her obvious discomfort, Gene stepped out of his shorts,
aiming his swollen rod directly at his sister-in-law's open mouth. "Now
suck!" he told her. When she hesitated, her lips parted and her cheeks
flushed, Gene grabbed a handful of her dark hair to bring her face
forward.

"Mmmmmmph!" she grunted as he forced his big hunk of meat into her
mouth. She felt his warm penis ram the back of her throat as he jerked
his hips, filling her entire mouth with one great phallic thrust. She
tried not to gag as the blunt end bumped into her soft palate. Tears of
humiliation stinging her eyes, she began to suck. The strong smell of
his masculinity pierced her nostrils and she had to remind herself that
she was performing this lewd act in order to save her marriage.

"Squeeze my balls!" he told her, giving her slender hips another
forward jerk, sending the tip of his swollen rod down her throat.

Sarah gagged, then drew his distended pole of manhood back into her
mouth while she reached obediently to fondle his huge sacs. The twin
spheres felt sweaty under her fingers and she fought the urge to pull
her hand away. She heard him moan with pleasure at the way her tongue
was drawing on his smooth shaft while her hand fondled his hanging
testicles. Pretend it's Mike's cock you're sucking on! she told
herself, fighting nausea. Make believe it's his balls you're squeezing,
and it'll be all right! Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and used her
imagination to blot the fact that she was performing fellatio on a man
she detested.

"Ahhhh, that feels nice, baby!" Gene encouraged, lacing his fingers
through her long mane. "Mmmmm, keep on suckin'!"

Sarah obeyed, sharply aware of the taste of masculine nectar upon her
tongue as his open tip leaked forth its hot juices. Oh, if only this
were all some horrible nightmare from which she would soon awaken to
find everything right in her world again. But Sarah knew, with
sickening clarity, that she was not dreaming, that the warm bubbling
organ fucking her tortured mouth was all too real. She also realized
that she was totally helpless in this appalling situation, subject to
her despicable brother-in-law's slightest whim. Oh God, she agonized,
her cheeks billowing in and out while her tightly ovaled mouth slid
back and forth, what other perverted acts will he make me perform
before he's finished with me?

Breathing hard, the naked young man stood with his heavily lidded eyes
taking in the delectable sight of the naked brunette kneeling
submissively between his split thighs, her huge melonous tits dancing
and quivering in time to her rhythmic movements. He saw the tempting
curve of her parted asscheeks and knew that in good time he would knead
and caress the pale flesh to his heart's content. For now, though, the
intruder was content with the magnificent feel of her warm lips and
moist tongue on his inflamed rod. He gasped and his legs trembled when
Sarah paused in her suckings to let her tongue swirl around the
circumference of his gaping prickhead, lapping up its sticky emission.
The feel of her pointed oral member upon his throbbing sensitive tip
made hot bursts of wild sensation course through his naked body.

"Faster!" he panted, clawing her long tresses frantically in heated
response. Obeying, Sarah moved her tongue in progressively faster
circles while she clutched at the thick base of his massive cock with
one hand and kneaded his prickly sacs with the other. He moaned when
she thrust the tip of her tongue down into the depths of his open glans
with maddening force. His balls churned and his fiery cock lurched,
sending more of its warm juices into the squatting brunette's mouth.
Gene bucked his pelvis forward to drive his great phallic length deep
into Sarah's throat. "Suck, suck!" he cried. He whimpered in
appreciation as he felt Sarah wrap her soft lips into a tight ring
around his wildly pounding organ to suck hard. She was laboring
diligently now, sucking to please, her dark head twisting and bobbing
up and down his pistoning shaft. He watched the way her obscenely
outstretched lips clung to his hot masculinity on each backstroke of
her head. Moaning, he surrendered himself completely to the firm steady
pressure of her mouth and tongue, enjoying the way her magnificent
protruding tits brushed against his legs as she bobbed up and down.

As Sarah continued to suck the lust-bloated pole of masculinity, its
warm precoital juices coating her tongue, she began to experience a
definite involuntary response. She no longer had to pretend that it was
her husband's slippery shaft that she held captive in her crowded oral
cavity. No matter whose cock it was, all that mattered now was the wet
satiny feel of the big bubbling spear against her tongue and roof of
her mouth. An undeniable swift throbbing started between her parted
thighs and she felt a warm trickle of feminine syrup ooze from her
fuzzy triangle to dribble down her pale inner thigh. Her heart pounded
and her entire pelvis area swirled with the heat of desire. She felt
just the way she'd felt when she'd sucked cock for the camera years
before. As if they possessed a will of their own, her fingers clutched
at the base of the swollen organ with a fierce possessiveness, trying
to draw every possible inch of warm meat into her oral receptacle. Her
other hand kneaded Gene's firm testicles with renewed vigor, the feel
of his big prickly sacs stimulating her even more. Her tongue drew on
the warm rod greedily, eager for more of its pungent secretions. She
began to moan softly as she sucked, the hot palpitations of her oozing
cunt increasing in strength and tempo.

What's wrong with me? she wondered, a fleeting moment of sanity
stealing over her. How can I LIKE sucking on Gene's cock when I despise
him so? But her silent questions were soon obliterated by the wild
fluttering of her wet pussy, the luscious taste of warm precoital
juices upon her drawing tongue. The naked kneeling brunette tugged on
the swollen shaft of manhood as if it were a tasty lollipop that she
couldn't get enough of, for her mouth hungered for more than just
tantalizing trickles of pre-seminal juices. Sarah wanted to make her
brother-in-law's pistoning cudgel explode in her mouth so that she
could swallow his hot masculine juices the way she'd swallowed hot cum
during her brief modeling career. Oh, it's been so long since I've
tasted a warm prick like this, she thought, her mouth sliding back and
forth while her cheeks worked in and out with fierce determination. I
can't wait to drink a big mouthful of tasty sperm!

With a surge of triumph, Gene sensed the subtle change in Sarah's
ministrations. Her hands were bolder, her mouth working more
voraciously and he knew that she too was consumed by passions she could
no longer control. He watched in lustful delight as she went at him
with the fervor of a harlot, whimpering softly. "Suck, bitch, suck!" he
gasped, hurling his hips forward, pummeling her receptive mouth with
his pounding hunk of rigid flesh. His lust heightened by his sister-in-
law's total involvement in the lewd act she was performing, his breath
came hot and heavy. He felt his overloaded testicles ache under the
burden of their turgid cargo and knew that his moment of ultimate
carnal pleasure was painfully near. The excited young man panted and
groaned, his fiery prick pounding savagely under her skillful and
slavish ministrations.

Suddenly he could not hold back the eruptive force of his steaming load
one second longer. His hips pumped wildly. "Suck, suck!" he whined, his
exploding penis spurting its torrid juices into Sarah's tightly ovaled
mouth. The kneeling brunette instinctively tightened her hold on his
hotly convulsing shaft, her head bobbing and twisting in harmony with
his fierce ejaculations. The sounds of their mutual moans filled the
room as the climaxing young man shot his searing hot wad, his fingers
twining savagely through her long dark hair. "Drink!" he gasped, his
features contorted by lust as his hips jerked. "Drink my cum!"

The whimpering bent brunette needed no prodding, for her throat worked
convulsively. Again and again she swallowed, savoring the distinctive
bittersweet taste of his nectar on her laving tongue, the slippery
warmth of hot cum sliding down her throat. Her palpitating pussy was
soaked with the syrup of her arousal, coating the dark matted pubic
hair gracing her heated mound. She drank thirstily, greedily, her
tongue still drawing on the ejaculating rod in an effort to collect
every possible drop of spurting liquid. His hot forceful release seemed
endless, making her throat open and close with great rapidity in order
to accommodate the fiery bursts. Half-crazed with sexual excitement as
the hot masculine juices filled her cheeks to overflowing, Sarah felt
her foaming pussy throb harder and harder. At last, the hot nub of her
rigid clitoris fluttered wildly, while great waves of searing orgasm
convulsed throughout her saturated cunt.

"Aghhhhh!" she cried, opening her mouth to cry out in sweet release.
Her slippery treasure slid from her mouth, bobbing away like some
venomous snake, sending more of its warm venom spurting into her face
and across her melonous breasts. The feel of the hot liquid upon her
bare flesh merely served to heighten her forbidden enjoyment. Her
eyeballs rolled back in their sockets and her hands fluttered to her
bosom to smear the hot cum across her quivering mounds of femininity.
The jerking spitting prick bobbed erratically as it released the last
of its fiery load. By the time the emptying cock grew still, Sarah's
face was glistening with cum and her tongue darted out to lap up any of
the precious liquid still within its reach.

Gene gazed down at his naked, panting, cocksucking blackmailed sister-
in-law with a searing look which reflected both triumph and disgust.
"Well, you really had yourself quite a time, didn't you, sweet Sarah?"
His thick lips curled into a sneer. "I always knew my brother was a sap
for thinkin' you were so special! You don't know how fuckin' sick I am
of hearin' him brag about you when all the time I knew damn well that
you're just as big a slut as any other bitch I know. You're all the
same, you cock-suckin' whores. Pretendin' to be somethin' you ain't,
actin' so high and mighty around the likes of me." He grabbed a handful
of hair to yank her head cruelly so that she was gazing directly into
his cold eyes. "You don't look so special now, sweet Sarah!"

Tears of humiliation burned her eyes as her brother-in-law laughed in
her face. The taste of his semen still fresh upon her tongue, the
sprawled brunette's cheeks flushed crimson. Her degradation was utter
and complete, for there was no use in trying to pretend that she had
not enjoyed sucking him off, that her mouth had not hungered for his
hot juices. Nor could she deny the humiliating fact that she had
reached a thrilling climax while performing her perverse and debasing
act.

Chuckling softly, Gene released his hold on her hair to glance at his
watch. "Time to be runnin' along, dear Sarah," he said. He reached for
his strewn clothing, turning to curl his lip at her. "But I'll be back
tomorrow morning, sweetie. With a very special friend of mine. A gal
whose just as big a slut as you are, honey. She may even teach you a
thing or two!" He laughed cruelly, his pale eyes narrowing with glee as
he watched her silent anguish. "Yes sir, I think you two will really
love each other!"

While her brother-in-law dressed, Sarah slumped into a defeated heap of
naked despair. Whistling an off-key tune, the young man lifted his
television set and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow, sweetie," he
said, reaching for the door knob.

As the door closed softly behind him, Sarah buried her face in her
hands. A sick feeling engulfed the lovely brunette, for she knew
without a doubt that from here on in, her life would never be quite the
same!

 

Chapter 4

Shamed and guilt-ridden, Sarah spent more time than usual with her
daughter that afternoon. When the child settled down for her afternoon
nap, the distraught brunette sped through her housework in record time,
trying to compensate for the forbidden lust-filled moments she'd spent,
with her brother-in-law that morning. By the time Mike came home from
the shop, she had a tasty meat loaf and scalloped potatoes browning in
the oven. After Jill was bedded down for the night, Sarah busied
herself with the current mending while Mike watched television.

"Anything new with my brother?" Mike, asked in a conversational tone
during a commercial break.

Sarah jumped, pricking her finger on the needle. "Not that I know of,"
she lied, trying to keep her voice casual. "He really didn't stay all
that long. Just picked up his TV set and left. He seemed to be in a big
hurry today."

Mike chuckled, reaching for a cigarette. "Probably had himself a hot
date. Gene's quite a guy with the ladies, you know."

Sarah's fingers moved faster and her cheeks brightened. "Really?" she
said in a high-pitched innocent voice. "You'd never guess that to look
at him, would you?"

Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "That's because
Gene's not one to brag, honey."

Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike be so blind to
his brother's faults? she wondered. Why, Gene was boasting practically
all the time. It was one of the many annoying traits which infuriated
Sarah so. You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching into
the sewing basket for one of her daughter's torn dresses. To hear him
tell it, he's a lot smarter than you, Mike. And he strutted out of here
like the proverbial cock of the barnyard!

"I hope he finds himself a nice girl and settles down one of these
days," Mike continued, leaning back in his chair. "That is, if he's
lucky enough to find someone like you, honey."

Sarah's throat felt tight and she had to blink back tears. Oh Mike,
Mike, her aching heart cried in silent misery. If only I were all that
you think I am!

"But then there aren't many women like you around these days, darling,"
Mike continued, gazing fondly at his wife. "Lucky guys like me take
them out of circulation."

Sarah bit her lip, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the task of
mending Jill's ripped garment. She felt so choked up at her husband's
ill-deserved praise that she did not trust her voice. A wave of relief
swept over her when the program resumed, diverting her husband's
attention.

Mike would be so hurt and disillusioned if he ever learned about my
sordid past, she thought, pushing the needle savagely through the torn
fabric. Just as he'd be crushed if he knew just how low and despicable
his brother really is. Poor Mike! He's so blinded by love, that he
can't see either one of us as we really are! Sarah stole a quick glance
at her handsome husband, her heart fairly bursting with love. And she
knew that she would submit to whatever lustful acts her husband's
younger brother had in store for her the following morning. No matter
what indignities she had to endure, it was well worth the price if it
would save her husband from learning the ugly truth about the two
people he loved so dearly. Sarah detested the thought of cheating on
Mike, of having illicit sex with his younger brother. But she knew,
with a feeling of grim resignation, that she had no choice in the
matter.

As Sarah's thoughts moved ahead to what was in store for her the
following morning, her stomach tightened with apprehension. Recalling
her brother-in-law's parting words, she could not imagine why he was
bringing one of his girlfriends with him the next morning. It just
didn't make sense to her. What does he have in mind? she wondered,
trying to outguess her brother-in-law's devious mind. Sarah was unable
to come up with an answer. But whatever Gene had planned, the
distraught brunette felt certain that somehow, she would end up being
degraded and debased, just as she was today. Her only hope was that
Gene would soon tire of his sordid game of sexual blackmail so that the
living nightmare she now endured would end and her world could return
to normal.

Her fingers guiding the needle through the fabric in her lap, Sarah
stole occasional glances at her husband. Fully absorbed in the
television program he was watching, Mike was unaware of his wife's eyes
just as he was oblivious to her private mental anguish. Waves of shame
rippled through the pretty brunette as her thoughts kept slipping back
to her brother-in-law's visit earlier in the day. Now it almost seemed
like some hideous nightmare, yet Sarah knew by the heaviness of her
heart that what had happened that morning was all too real. What would
Mike do, she wondered, if he knew what had really taken place between
the two people he loved so dearly? That the brother he so blindly
adored had forced his wife to strip for him, then get down on her knees
to suck him to completion? Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she
recalled the thrilling orgasm she'd experienced when young Gene had cum
in her mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with his spurting
masculine juices. Sarah's heartbeat quickened and her hands worked
faster. Mike must never learn the ugly truth, she vowed. Not ever!
Surely it would shatter her husband to know that the woman he
cherished, even idolized, had willingly performed such a lewd act with
another man. Just as it would shock him to learn that she had done so
to prevent him from learning about even more obscene sexual acts that
Sarah had willingly performed years before.

Lowering her eyes, Sarah blinked back tears of shame and frustration.
Oh, if only I hadn't done that pornographic modeling! she lamented.
Then I would not be in the awful predicament I am today, forced to have
illicit sex with my husband's own brother, a man I despise. But Sarah
knew that she had had no other choice at the time. It was either pose
in the nude, performing lewd acts before the camera, or watch her ill
mother suffer cruelly from the killer disease ravishing her body. Sarah
had been as hopelessly trapped then as she was now. In both instances,
the voluptuous young woman was doing something she knew was wrong in
order to protect those she loved. Years before her mother was the
person whose welfare was uppermost in her mind. Now she was submitting
to her brother-in-law's outrageous sexual demands in order to shield
her husband.

Sarah felt her shoulders slump in defeat for she knew that she was as
helpless now as she had been years before. All she could do was pray
that Gene's sexual interest in her would quickly wane and that he would
look in some other direction for his kicks. When that happened, Sarah's
private misery would come to an end and she would no longer have to
submit to whatever indignities Gene's perverse mind devised. And she
would no longer have to worry about the obscene photographs of herself
either for Gene had promised to forget about them as long as Sarah went
along with him. Much as she hated her cold-hearted and self-centered
brother-in-law, Sarah knew that she would do as he wished, that she
would force herself to participate in whatever sex acts Gene desired.
But I won't let myself enjoy them anymore, Sarah silently vowed,
humiliation coursing through her at the recollection of her intense and
involuntary orgasm that morning. I simply will not give Gene that kind
of satisfaction again. Surely she had cum like that, Sarah reasoned,
simply because it had been so incredibly long since she'd tasted a warm
pole of masculinity, that was all. She had simply lost control of
herself but it would not happen again. Sarah would maintain a close
watch on herself, keep her body in check so that it would not betray
her like that again. By the time she and Mike retired for the night,
Sarah had completed the mending and worked herself into a bundle of
frayed nerves. For the first time in her life, she was glad that her
husband merely kissed her goodnight and rolled over with nothing more
than sleep on his mind. In her tense and highly emotional state, Sarah
was afraid that she might have burst into tears had the man she loved
reached out for her. Especially after what she had done behind his back
that very morning. Even more upsetting, Sarah knew that she would
betray Mike again the following day for Gene had assured her that he
was returning with a friend of his. A female friend!

Tossing restlessly, Sarah was still wide awake long after her husband's
even breathing told her that he was sound asleep. Visions of future
orgies with her despicable brother-in-law flashed through her troubled
mind, keeping her from slumber. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was
torturous, causing all kinds of grim possibilities coursing through her
mind. Gene was devious and unprincipled and Sarah knew that he was
capable of almost anything. She speculated nervously about the
girlfriend Gene said he was bringing with him the following morning.
Sarah quickly envisioned an unattractive bawdy type of woman. She was
probably some whore whs was willing to have sex with Gene before an
audience ... even a captive one.

Yes, that must be it, Sarah decided. Gene was going to force Sarah to
watch while he and his two-bit girlfriend fucked for her benefit.
Although the thought revolted the distraught brunette, she would find
it less appalling than having sex with Gene herself the next day. If it
gave her corrupt brother-in-law some kind of perverse pleasure from
being observed while he screwed another woman, Sarah would force
herself to watch. And she would consider herself lucky for getting off
so easy.

It was much later when the weary brunette finally drifted off into an
exhausted sleep. When she did, her slumber was plagued by nightmares,
visions of herself and Gene performing lewd acts of sex. The two of
them bucked up and down upon the bed, fucking wildly to a backdrop of
the lurid photographs with which Gene was blackmailing her. Sarah's
sweating body shifted restlessly on the mattress and she whimpered
softly as she dreamed. Never in the young woman's wildest dreams,
however, could she have imagined what perverse acts her heartless
brother-in-law had in store for her in just a few short hours.

* * *

When little Jill complained of a sore throat the next morning, Sarah
took the child's temperature and found that she had a slight fever. "I
don't wanna go to school today, Mommy," the dark-haired girl whined,
rubbing her eyes. "I wanna stay home with you, instead."

Sarah smiled as she bent over her daughter's bed. "All right, darling,"
she consoled, tucking the cove