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 covers around her. "I'll phone and tell them
you won't be in today. But first you're going to take some medicine for
Mommy, okay?" Sarah hurried into the bathroom and returned with aspirin
and a glass of water which she handed to her daughter. "Here, honey,
take these," she instructed, smiling encouragingly. "And then drink as
much of this water as you can. It'll help make you feel better."

As soon as Jill followed her instructions, Sarah went into the kitchen
to phone the nursery school, telling them that as far as she knew, Jill
would be in as usual on Monday morning. "It just seems to be a scratchy
throat," she explained. "I'm sure that a day's rest will nip it in the
bud."

After she hung up, Sarah looked up at the wall clock, biting her lip.
It was nearing nine o'clock, the time she usually deposited Jill at the
nursery school. Her stomach churned with the realization that Gene
planned to come over this morning, expecting Sarah to participate in
whatever sexual antics he had in mind. Undoubtedly, Sarah assumed, that
meant having Sarah watch him and his cheap girlfriend perform for her.
She had to call Gene right away and tell him that he must not come
over, that little Jill was home sick and their plans had to be
cancelled. Even though her fingers trembled as she dialed her brother-
in-law's number, a great wave of relief surged through her. She was
getting an unexpected reprieve! Although she was sorry that her
daughter wasn't feeling well, Sarah could not help but be glad that her
state of health would prevent Gene from including her in whatever
sexual activities he had in mind this morning.

"He'll just have to take his two-bit girlfriend somewhere else to have
his fun," she muttered under her breath as the telephone rang in the
distance. Gene shared his studio apartment with a fellow employee named
Lenny who, Sarah knew, was also working the night shift at the factory
right now. Gene had brought his roommate over to the house a couple of
times and Sarah got the impression that the obese young man was as
self-centered as her brother-in-law. Maybe that's why the two of them
get along, Sarah thought. Birds of a feather and all that. In any
event, Sarah wondered idly if Lenny would vacate their apartment at a
moment's notice in order to accommodate his roommate's lust. But that
was Gene's problem, she thought with satisfaction as the phone
continued to ring, not hers. Thanks to her daugher's unexpected sore
throat, her problems were temporarily solved. For this morning, at
least. Now she would not have to deal with her disgusting brother-in-
law until Monday morning.

Sarah breathed a quick sigh of relief when Gene answered the phone. At
least she had caught him before he had left to pick up the slut he
intended to bring over to the house. Keeping her voice low, Sarah
quickly informed her brother-in-law of the unexpected circumstances at
home, adding that he could not come over, after all. But Gene did not
accept her story at face value. His voice nasal with suspicion, he told
Sarah that he would pick up his friend as planned and come over anyway.

"But you can't!" Sarah hissed, her heart skipping a beat. "We can't do
anything while Jill is home! You must be out of your mind!"

Gene laughed softly. "I would be if I believed your story without
checking it out. Don't worry, sweet Sarah," he went on, his voice
mocking. "If Jill really is home sick, then I'll soon be on my way. My
friend too. But if you're lying, I'm gonna expect even more action from
you, dear sister-in-law!"

Before she could argue, Gene hung up, leaving the phone buzzing in her
ear. Her stomach churning, she returned to her daughter's bedroom to
see what the child wanted for breakfast. "By the way," Sarah added,
keeping her voice light, "I just talked to your Uncle Gene and he's
sorry you're sick, honey. He's going past the house this morning so he
might stop by with a friend of his. Just to see how you're feeling,
honey," she added, pasting a smile on her face.

Jill's pretty face lit up at her mother's words. "Oh boy, I hope he
does come over," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "I haven't seen
Uncle Gene for a long, long time!"

Sarah patted her hand before going to prepare breakfast. "I wouldn't
care if I never saw him again at all," she murmured softly once she had
reached the kitchen. For the hundredth time, the well-stacked brunette
found herself wondering why her daughter liked her uncle. Am I the only
one who sees Gene as he really is? she wondered, reaching into the
cupboard for a box of Jill's favorite cereal. Then again, Sarah knew
that even though she did it reluctantly, she had to give the devil his
due. Much as she disliked her brother-in-law she had to admit that Gene
did seem genuinely fond of little Jill. For some reason, the child
brought out the few good qualities the young man had. Seeing that Gene
was the only living relative Jill had, Sarah supposed that she should
be grateful that a bond of affection did exist between the two.

The front doorbell rang less than an hour later. Sarah, who was sitting
at her daughter's bedside, reading to her, quickly tensed while Jill
broke into a smile. "Oh, I hope that's Uncle Gene!" she cried, her eyes
bright.

"I'll go see," Sarah told her, closing the book and rising. Glancing
out the picture window in the livingroom, she recognized Gene's car at
the curb and felt her jaw clench. I can just imagine the slut he's got
with him! she thought, going to the door with apprehension. You'd think
he'd have more sense than to bring a woman like that here when Jill is
home!

When Sarah opened the door, however, her mouth opened in surprise. For
standing beside her lanky sullen-faced brother-in-law was a tall
slender blonde whom Sarah judged to be in her own age. A complete
opposite from what Sarah had expected, the young woman was
breathtakingly beautiful. Long blonde hair tumbled about her shoulders
and except for a faint tinge of lipstick, her perfect features were
completely devoid of make-up. She looked trim and stylish in her high
leather boots and coat with a large handbag flung over her shoulder.
When the girl smiled, Sarah saw how startingly white and even her teeth
were. What on earth was a lovely girl like this doing with someone like
Gene?

"Ain't you gonna ask us in?" Gene asked with a smirk, a large paper
sack in one hand.

"Oh, of c-course," Sarah stammered, opening the door wider to let them
enter.

"Brrr! It's really cold out this morning," the blonde said, shivering
as she stepped inside. "Oh, what a lovely home," she exclaimed, gazing
around the room with admiring eyes. Her voice was soft and pleasant and
Sarah found herself thinking that had she met this young woman under
any other circumstances, she would feel an instant affinity toward her,
as though the two of them might well become friends. As it was,
however, Sarah did not greet the attractive blonde with the warmth she
might have.

"Won't you sit down," Sarah said stiffly, gesturing toward the sofa,
"while I go tell Jill you're here."

But the child needed no formal announcement. At the sound of voices,
she jumped from her bed and ran into the livingroorn. "Uncle Gene!" she
cried, running to him with outstretched arms.

"Jill!" he exclaimed, opening his arms wide to catch her. "Say, what's
this I hear about your not feelin' good?" he asked as the girl hugged
him soundly.

"My froat hurts," she explained, pointing to her neck.

Gene threw back his head and laughed while the attractive young woman
beside him smiled at the heartwarming scene. "It does?" he asked,
grinning at her. "Well maybe this will help make it feel better!" With
that, he gave the child the large paper bag he'd been holding.

Smiling, Jill opened the sack and peered inside. Her smile widened and
she shrieked with delight at the contents. "A doggie!" she cried,
reaching in the bag to withdraw a large stuffed animal with big floppy
ears. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Gene," she bubbled, hugging the toy in her
small arms.

"Uh, this here is Fern," Gene introduced, turning to the beautiful
blonde seated on the sofa.

"You're pretty," Jill said with youthful candor as the young woman
smiled at her.

"Well, thank you," Fern said, displaying her perfect teeth. "I was just
thinking the very same thing about you, Jill."

Noting the ease with which Fern spoke to her daughter made Sarah like
the young woman on the sofa despite the fact that she had come with
Gene. Sarah could always detect a forced joviality toward children and
she knew that the slender blonde had a genuine fondness for young
people. Still, Sarah remained silent while Gene visited with his niece
for several minutes. Relief rippled through her when Gene lifted Jill
in his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

"You better get back in bed, young lady," he lectured with mock
sternness. "'Cause I wanna hear that you're all better by Monday
mornin' y'hear?"

The two women suddenly alone in the room, Sarah cleared her throat
self-consciously. "How long have you been dating Gene?" she asked, a
plastic smile on her face.

"Oh, we don't date, Sarah," the girl quickly explained, smiling warmly,
her eyes reflecting open admiration as they traveled the length of the
brunette's voluptuous figure. "Gene and I are just friends, nothing
more."

Sarah frowned, more confused than ever. Before she could say anything
else, however, Gene returned to the room, gesturing for Fern to follow
him to the door. "Guess we'll be movin' on," he said, "Jill don't look
real sick though. So take good care of her, dear Sarah. And we'll see
you Monday mornin' for sure."

Sarah wore a perplexed expression as she followed them to the door. She
stood by the window, watching the unlikely pair get into Gene's sports
car and wondered what part Fern was to play in Gene's bizarre plan of
sexual blackmail. Maybe Gene has fallen in love with her, she
speculated, her hopes rising. And he wants me to do whatever I can to
convince Fern that he's a worthwhile person. Fern seems like a lovely
young woman, Sarah thought, watching Gene's car pull away from the
curb. Much too good for someone as contemptible as Gene. Still, if she
could get off the hook by doing her best to convince the beautiful
blonde that her brother-in-law was a swell guy, Sarah knew, with a
twinge of guilt, that she would play along with the scheme. Her love
for her husband was far stronger than any twinges of conscience.

Sarah enjoyed the weekend that followed with the desperation of those
whose days are numbered. She spent quiet times with her daughter,
noting with mixed emotions, Jill's return to perfect health. Although
she was glad to see her thriving, Sarah dreaded the thought of her
brother-in-law's scheduled visit early Monday morning. Whenever she
brooded about it, however, Sarah tried to tell herself that it was
possible that her brother-in-law had fallen in love with the beautiful
blonde and changed his ways. Could it be that Gene had reformed, was
already sorry for what he'd done the other morning? Although the
distraught brunette hoped that it was true, she was doubtful. Gene
seemed as cocky as ever Friday morning. Still, Sarah simply could not
understand why a girl as lovely as Fern would participate in a scheme
involving sexual blackmail. Confusing as the situation was, the
voluptuous brunette was unable to convince herself that her troubles
with Gene were over. The weekend seemed to pass much too quickly and
Sarah dreaded the arrival of Monday morning.

When Mike turned to her in bed Sunday night, Sarah went into his arms
eagerly. Her private turmoil had her as tense as an overwound coil and
she longed for the release that lovemaking could bring. Much to her
frustration, however, Mike approached her with his usual reserve. After
she had removed her nightgown, he lowered his blond head to her bosom,
nipping lightly at each uplifted nipple while he lightly caressed the
mammoth mounds of firm flesh surrounding them. Sarah felt her bright
rosettes spring to life at the touch of his warm mouth. They rose in
the air all hot and pink and eager. His kneading fingers felt so good
on her twin hills of femininity, making Sarah's sensual lips part while
emitting a sigh of pleasure. The well-endowed young woman ran her
fingers through her husband's curly hair while he treated her melonous
breasts to the delights of his hands and mouth.

All too soon, though, Mike's warm mouth released her savory nipples,
leaving them wet and distended, fairly quivering for more. When Mike's
hands also moved away from her pale spheres of flesh, she whimpered
softly. Oh, how she wanted him to keep his lips and hands on her! She
quickly compared her husband's timidity with her brother-in-law's
demanding mouth and Sarah found herself wishing fervently that Mike
would go at her big boobs with the same gusto Gene had displayed the
other morning. Much as she despised her arrogant brother-in-law, Sarah
had to admit that his searching mouth and hands had felt good on her
naked flesh. When Gene attacked her big tits, fiery bursts of pleasure
had coursed through her body and the fuzzy triangle between her legs
had come alive, throbbing in hot appreciation.

Now Sarah's sexual appetite had merely been whetted and she longed to
cry out to her husband to keep sucking, to tug harder on her hungry
flesh but her inhibitions with Mike were far too strong to allow such
candor. Instead, she remained silent and miserable as he abandoned her
eager breasts to climb on top of her. His soft lips lowered on hers and
she felt the warmth of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly
while Mike swirled his wet oral member, making her pussy flutter and
throb. She slid her arms up his broad muscular back, thrilling to the
weight of his powerful body on hers. Mike was such a big handsome hunk
of masculinity ... and she loved him so! The young housewife was
certain that her burly husband was capable of fucking her soundly if
only his sexual needs matched hers. But Mike seemed perfectly content
with his tepid brand of lovemaking and Sarah would never dream of
letting him know that she secretly hungered for more. What good would
it do, except to bruise his ego, when Mike's libido was obviously much
more easily sated than hers? Maybe I'm just oversexed! Sarah found
herself thinking once again.

Mike withdrew his mouth to aim his swollen prick at the palpitating
slit between Sarah's legs. The same old position, Sarah thought,
opening her thighs. If only Mike would try fucking me in some new way.
Like having me sit on top of him while he shoves his big prick high
into my cunt! Sarah's cock-starved pussy leaked in warm response at her
secret fantasy. The bud of her bright clitoris swelled hotly and she
wished that Mike would reach down to finger her sensitive organ the way
Gene has teased it the other morning. Just thinking about the forceful
manner in which her brother-in-law had punished her highly responsive
nub of femininity made her oozing love nest throb deliciously. Even
more, Sarah wished that someday Mike would surprise her by forcing her
legs apart while he lowered his fair head between her pale thighs to
eat her cunt. The feel of his warm wet mouth on her steaming gaping
tissues would thrill her to the very depths of her being. Sarah
recalled how marvelous the lips and tongues of the various male models
she'd posed with had felt against her lewdly parted pussy years before.
It had been much too long since the shapely brunette had been treated
to such a carnal delight. If the mouths of total strangers could bring
her such strong physical pleasure, how far greater ecstasy she would
know if the man she loved would ravish her outspread waiting mound of
Venus.

Sarah's forbidden thoughts were invaded at the feel of her husband's
huge rod entering her slippery canal. "Ohhh," she sighed, lifting her
pelvis high. In seconds, his great phallic length was filling her
throbbing aperture to full capacity. Oh, Mike was so deliciously big!
Bigger, by far, than any cock she'd ever known. If only he would shove
it into her with greater force! Sarah worked her hips vigorously as
Mike fucked in and out, trying to claim even more of his huge shaft of
masculinity. But Mike seemed to be holding back, the same as always.
Instead of ramming the mouth of her womb on each forward thrust, the
way she craved that he would, his big joint merely tapped her cervix
gently before quickly withdrawing. The harder Sarah pumped, the gentler
Mike fucked her, trying to compensate for her fierce hip movements, as
though he were afraid he might hurt her. The naked brunette breathed
hard, clutching her husband's smooth back, trying, without words, to
encourage him to push harder. But her efforts were in vain. She lay
under her husband feeling both aroused and frustrated. She loved the
feel of his mammoth cock crowding her slick vaginal opening but she
longed to feel it slide in and out of her with greater enthusiasm, to
feel it ram her tender cervix, sending fiery bursts of masochistic
pleasure exploding within her.

Fuck, damn you, fuck! she wanted to cry. But her lips refused to form
the forbidden words. Then, to her utter dismay, Sarah felt her
husband's swollen rod pulsate and jerk, sending a hot shower of semen
bursting inside her. His steaming juices splattered against the walls
of her throbbing canal, filling her to overflowing. His milky nectar
leaked from her pulsating tunnel to stain the bedding. Tears of
frustration stung Sarah's eyes as Mike bucked and jerked on top of her,
breathing fast and hard. She felt beads of perspiration form on his
back to moisten her fingertips. Sarah whirled her hips frantically in a
desperate attempt to join her husband in orgasm. Her efforts, however,
proved futile. Much as she hungered for a tension-releasing climax to
overtake her body, Sarah simply could not make it happen. She was still
struggling when Mike's pulsating cock released the last of its
turbulent load to grow empty and soft within her vagina. Her naked body
still pounding with need, she felt her husband's spent organ grow limp,
then shrivel into ineffectiveness. Disappointment stabbed sharply when
he withdrew his wormlike appendage from her unsated cunt to roll over
beside her, sighing with satisfaction.

Surely Mike wasn't going to leave her like this, all tense and aching,
every cell in her body screaming for relief! When her husband reached
over to kiss her lightly on the cheek, however, Sarah knew that their
tension had come to an end. Mike must have mistaken Sarah's heavy
breathing for orgasm. It wasn't surprising for the climaxes she
experienced were never very deep or soul-searing. Undoubtedly, her
husband mistook Sarah's frantic pelvic gyrations for total release.

"Night, darling," he said in a contented voice, sliding his muscular
arm around her slender waist. "Sweet dreams."

Sarah's voice was choked as she bade her husband goodnight. She lay
beside him for a long time, her lovely body pounding with need, staring
at the ceiling. Unable to bear the torture of denial, the frustrated
brunette waited until the man she loved was sleeping soundly before she
took drastic measures. Desperate to still the urgent throbbing of her
neglected cunt, Sarah moved away from her husband to slide to the far
side of the bed. When Mike's occasional snores assured her that he was
deep in slumber, Sarah let her hand slide down between her open legs.
The delicious feel of her own fingers between her saturated steaming
slit made her want to gasp with pleasure but she held back, pressing
her lips together.

Waves of forbidden delight rippled through her naked body as her eager
fingers moved up and down the length of her dripping cunt. Soon her
other hand joined in, teasing at the rigid bud of femininity which
stood so hot and willing among her sperm-coated inner membranes. Oh, it
felt so good to flick away at herself like this, making her fiery
clitoris grow even more inflamed. Her jade eyes became thick-lidded and
glazed with lust. Slowly, cautiously, Sarah's hips began to rise from
the bed, moving in circumspect harmony with her masturbating fingers.
When Mike rolled over to his side of the mattress, snoring loudly, the
excited brunette grew braver. She sent the middle finger of her right
hand soaring into her slick vagina while she continued to punish the
bright little bud of sensation with her other hand. Her lips parted and
she breathed through her mouth.

Oh fuck, fuck! she thought, pretending that a warm cock was invading
her wildly-throbbing pussy instead of her own fingers. Deeper, harder!
Make me cum! she cried inwardly, lost in erotic fantasies. But this
time Sarah did not pretend it was her husband's swollen prick inside
her palpitating tunnel of love. Instead, she imagined that a forceful
stranger was fucking her, forcing her to submit to his fierce demands.
Her wild imagining made her split her legs far apart as though she were
surrendering herself to her nameless conqueror. The thought of being
taken against her will in such a forceful manner was the stimulus Sarah
needed to bring her frustrated body to the ultimate peak of excitement
after her husband's lukewarm fucking minutes ago. Oh keep fucking! she
pretended to cry to the imaginary lover, her pelvis rising while she
let her right index finger join the middle finger already twisting in
vicious circles deep within her saturated cuntal cavern. The fingers of
her left hand pinched and twisted her stiff clitoris, driving her
fairly mad with carnal pleasure. Split me in two! her lust-crazed mind
thought as her pounding vaginal opening stretched to accommodate still
another eager finger. Soon all four fingers of Sarah's right hand
crowded her dripping cunt while she pretended that a stranger's immense
cock violated her pounding pussy aperture.

At last, Sarah's eyeballs rolled backward and she bit her lip to keep
from crying out. She felt her saturated vagina swell and convulse, wave
after wave of orgasmic spasms sucking at her fingers while her inflamed
clitoris fluttered wildly under the merciless pressure of her left
hand. Sweat ran down the sides of her face and between her mammoth
breasts while her hips jerked violently. Clamping her teeth down hard
on her bottom lip, the climaxing brunette managed to reduce her carnal
outcry to a mere whimper as she spiraled to the zenith of physical
sensation. When at last her body grew still, only her heart still
pounding, the voluptuous brunette turned her head to glance at her
husband. Relief washed over her when she saw that he was still deep in
slumber. Surely, Mike would be horrified to catch his wife in the
humiliating act of self-stimulation. Still, Sarah felt that she had no
choice in the matter. If she had not sought release with her own
fingers, she knew that she would toss and turn throughout the night
while precious sleep escaped her. And Sarah was convinced, despite her
confusion about Fern's role in tomorrow's activities, that she would
need a good night's sleep in order to face whatever Gene's perverse
mind had conjured up.

Withdrawing her saturated fingers from her sated cunt, the lovely young
woman rolled over on her side, sighing contentedly. Her body relaxed,
she soon drifted into a fitful sleep, one that was wrought with
frequent tossing and turning, accompanied by mournful cries. A vivid
nightmare awakened the brunette long before the sun came over the
horizon. Her voluptuous body bathed in nervous perspiration, Sarah lay
beside her sleeping husband with her stomach tied in tight little
knots, her eyes returning at frequent intervals to the illuminated
clock beside the bed, trying, in vain, to hold back the dawn.

 

Chapter 5

After returning from her trip to the nursery school to drop off her
daughter, Sarah waited tensely for Gene's arrival. Maybe he's changed
his mind, she thought, her hopes rising as the minutes ticked by. It
could be that he and Fern had decided to do something else today
instead.

Her hopes were soon dashed, however, at the sight of Gene's red sports
car pulling up to the curb. The nervous brunette stood by the window to
watch Gene and Fern get out and start up the front walk together.
Taking a deep tremulous breath, Sarah straightened her shoulders and
went to the door to let the unwelcomed pair in.

"I take it Jill is in nursery school," Gene said, sauntering into the
livingroom while Fern followed sedately.

Sara nodded, stealing a sidewise glance at the tall slender blonde
behind him. What, she wondered once again, did Gene have in mind?

"Take off your coat, honey," Gene told his lovely companion, as he shed
his leather jacket. "And make yourself right at home."

While Fern removed her coat, revealing a delicate willowy figure, Sara
had to bit her tongue to keep from saying something caustic to her
hateful brother-in-law. How dare he act as if this were his home
instead of his brother's! Her tension etched in her face, the nervous
young wife perched on the edge of a chair, waiting for them to make the
first move, to offer some clue as to what was in store now that the
moment she had dreaded had finally arrived.

Her green eyes darted to Fern again and the beautiful blonde smiled
sympathetically, lowering her slender form onto the sofa with feline
grace. "You seem uncomfortable about all this, Sarah," she said in her
soft-spoken voice. "Please don't be," she urged, her liquid brown eyes
reflecting concern. "Gene here has explained everything to me and
believe me, dear, I understand perfectly."

Sarah gasped, her incredulous gaze shifting to her brother-in-law. Gene
looked back at her with a smug expression on his thin face, obviously
enjoying her discomfort. "He did?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.
What right did Gene have telling anyone else about the photos? He
shouldn't have said anything about them to anyone. Sarah had thought he
understood that. Especially when she was going along with him, doing
everything he wanted her to do in order to keep him silent!

Fern nodded, her face softening. "You mustn't be embarrassed by any of
this, my dear," she assured. "After all, it's perfectly understandable
that you should be sexually frustrated after living with an impotent
man for such a long time."

Sarah's jade eyes widened as they slid back to Gene. "Mike ...
impotent?" she echoed, glaring at her brother-in-law. "You mean you
told her that?" she demanded in a shocked tone.

"How else could I explain the fact that you're so hard up for sex?"
Gene asked in an innocent voice, his eyes mocking. His challenging gaze
seemed to be asking a silent question. Would you rather I tell her the
ugly truth, dear sister-in-law? That I'm MAKING you do all this because
of some dirty pictures you posed for?

"It's all right, Sarah," Fern said, misinterpreting the dark-haired
girl's reaction. "I know exactly how you must feel. Just as I
understand your natural curiosity about a homosexual experience. I felt
the same way once. Before I converted to lesbianism."

Sarah felt as if she were on an elevator that had just plummeted from
the penthouse to the lobby in record time. Her stomach lurched at the
impact of the young woman's words. Fern was a lesbian! And Gene
expected Sarah to have sex with her! The thought of having anything to
do with another woman made the shocked brunette's cheeks flame and her
stomach churn with nausea.

Noting her hostess' flaming face, Fern smiled reassuringly. "It's going
to be all right, Sarah," she assured. "I'll make certain of that!"
Sarah listened incredulously as the fine-featured blonde explained how
Gene, knowing that Fern was a lesbian, told her all about his
frustrated and curious sister-in-law, showing Fern the wedding photo he
carried in his wallet. Impressed by Sarah's sultry beauty, Fern eagerly
offered her services.

"You're about to cross the threshold leading to a new and beautiful
experience, Sarah," Fern concluded. "After today, you may not be
troubled by your husband's inability to have sex with you." She gave
Sarah a warm admiring look, her brown eyes settling on the voluminous
breasts rising so proudly under her sweater. "Like me, you may prefer
women instead."

Sarah's hand flew to her mouth. "I ... I don't know ..."

"Don't worry," Fern interrupted, silencing her with her slender hands.
"You don't have to make any decisions today. And I won't pressure you
either. But if you do decide that you want to see me again, Sarah, Gene
has my telephone number." She smiled warmly. "I work as a cocktail
waitress from six until three but you can reach me during the day." Her
voice deepened. "If you want to, that is."

Sarah lowered her eyes, her cheeks still burning. She felt her brother-
in-law's eyes upon her and knew, even without looking up, that he was
grinning. Gene had a right to gloat, for he could not have chosen a
more effective way of degrading her. He must hate me even more than I
hate him, she thought, fighting back tears. To make me submit to
something as perverse and unnatural as this!

For a few frantic indecisive moments, Sarah wondered if she should make
them leave, refuse to go along with Gene's bizarre scheme. No wonder
Fern was playing a willing part in this sordid affair. The young woman
was under the false impression that Sarah hungered for a lesbian
experience. But Sarah was not at all certain that she could force
herself to submit to the sexual advances of another woman. Should she
refuse to cooperate and risk the possibility of letting Gene tell Mike
about her sordid past? There was no doubt whatsoever in Sarah's mind
that her brother-in-law would do just that. And as quickly as he could.
The mental picture of her husband's shocked face, his hurt and
disillusionment as he gazed at the lurid photographs that Sarah had
posed for, however, told the distressed brunette that she had only one
possible decision. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Well," she asked,
turning to her smug-looking brother-in-law with an air of resignation.
"Shall we get this over with?"

Gene's smile became a leer and his beady eyes narrowed with glee. This
is gonna be good, he thought, licking his lips. Not only do I get me a
free sex show, I get to pay Sarah back for always actin' so high and
mighty with me. Cracking his knuckles, he eyed the two women, eager to
see the pair in action. Sarah ain't gonna be so uppity with me after
today, he thought with perverse satisfaction. His lustful gaze traveled
over the blackmailed young wife's ripe curves while his eager prick
stiffened in anticipation. After Fern was through with Sarah, Gene
planned to have some fun with her as well.

I already fucked her mouth, Gene mused, remembering how pleasurable his
sister-in-law's warm grasping lips had felt around his swollen hunk of
meat, how thoroughly she had sucked him off until he shot his steaming
load into her mouth. But I ain't fucked her pussy. Gene planned to take
care of that oversight today. But first, he wanted to watch the
beautiful blonde lesbian have her way with Sarah. He had never seen two
women make love before and the thought of having a live performance
made his balls tighten.

"Let's start out by gettin' to know each other better," Gene suggested,
getting up to close the drapes. Turning, he grinned at the two women
while he tugged at his sweater. "And I can't think of no better way to
get friendly faster than in the shower!"

Sarah sat unmoving while her brother-in-law quickly shed his clothes
while the lovely blonde began to removed her dress. It wasn't until
Fern had stepped out of the garment, standing in front of them in just
her sheer petticoat that Sarah's trembling hands began to fumble with
her own clothing. Knowing that she could no longer postpone the
inevitable, the reluctant brunette peeled off her sweater and skirt. By
the time she was unhooking her bra, Gene and Fern were both completely
nude. Sarah's eyes quickly darted from her lanky brother-in-law, his
growing erection swaying and bobbing menacingly, to the naked young
woman beside him. Sarah gasped at the undeniable beauty of Fern's long
lithe form. Her slender body was exquisite and Sarah could not help but
stare. Her figure was so different from her own. While Sarah was tall
and voluptuous, Fern was statuesque and willowy, almost regal in her
bearing. With her long golden hair billowing about her shoulders, the
beautiful young woman reminded Sarah of some mythical goddess.

Gazing hypnotically, Sarah removed her bra, spilling forth her
magnificent boobs in naked splendor, the melonous mounds of firm flesh
rising proudly. The half-naked brunette saw the way Fern's liquid brown
eyes flickered in warm appreciation as they lingered on her mammoth
tits. Feeling her rosy nipples tighten into twin rosebuds, Sarah
reached for the elastic waistband of her black lace panties, a strange
inexplicable tingle coursing through her body. The back of her knees
suddenly felt weak and the fuzz-covered mound between her legs
fluttered softly. Once she had shed her panties, Sarah stood in total
nudity. The open hunger in the blonde's face as she quickly appraised
Sarah's delectable curves made the naked brunette's checks grow bright.

"Ah, that's better," Gene praised in a husky voice, his eyes devouring
the two tempting nudes. Gene's big joint felt hot, growing rapidly at
the twin treat before him. Sarah and Fern were such complete opposites
that his hungry gaze slid from one naked female to the other, taking
mental notes. Sarah's enormous tits were gorgeous, a good three times
the size of Fern's, he quickly judged, licking his lips at the sight of
the pale mountainous protrusions with the berrylike crests topping
them. His beady eyes slid back to the fair-haired young woman. But Fern
had an understated beauty that made his extending prick throb just as
hungrily. Although the tall blonde's breasts were small, the pale
spheres were perfectly shaped, their delicate nipples jutting perkily.
Her waist was extremely small, accentuating the gentle curve of her
hips. The bright tuft of her dark triangle made her fair skin appear
almost alabaster by contrast. Her parted legs were long and well-shaped
and her pert little ass protruded saucily as she stood watching the
horrified housewife, two bright spots of excitement dotting her high
cheekbones. Too bad Fern's queer, Gene thought with a twinge of regret,
his fiery cock twitching in appreciation. She'd make a real tasty
piece! "Now whaddya say we head for the bathroom!"

Leading the way, Gene sauntered down the hall, his crimson cock bobbing
in front of him. Sarah and Fern followed, padding down the carpeted
hallway in silence. When the naked trio entered the bathroom, Gene slid
the shower doors open to reach for the bright nozzles. His pale
buttocks jutting boldly at the two women, the lanky young man bent over
the tub, the hairy slit of his asshole winking merrily. He tested the
temperature of the water, then switched the lever so that a fine spray
came from the shower head. "Okay, gals," Gene announced, grinning over
his shoulder. "Ladies first."

When Sarah shot Fern a hesitant glance, the beautiful blonde flashed an
encouraging smile, gesturing for Sarah to go ahead of her. Sarah turned
to her brother-in-law and shot him a venomous look when she saw the
salacious expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, she tensed and
stepped into the glass enclosure. Fern quickly followed, standing
behind her. Gene entered the stall last, closing the glass door behind
him. Sarah gasped at the feel of the warm spray upon her naked body.
Gene stood in front of the brunette so that she was nestled between him
and the tall blonde. Reaching for the bar of soap in the dish beside
them, Gene rubbed the bar between his hands to create a foamy lather.
He gave the fragrant bar to his sister-in-law, ordering her to lather
up. "Soon as you get some suds, pass it on to Fern, sweetie."

Sarah did as she was told, turning the slippery bar over in her hands
until they were thick with foam. As she turned around to give the bar
to the woman behind her, Sarah suddenly uttered a small cry of protest.
For Gene's soapy hand had slid unexpectedly into the slit of her
unsuspecting pussy. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, his fingers digging
into the sensitive folds of her inner cunt. "Spread your legs, sweetie,
so I can get at you better."

Feeling trapped, Sarah split her thighs, gasping at the feel of her
brother-in-law's probing fingers. They slid across the entire length of
her parted slot, flicking across the nub of her clitoris before moving
backward along the grooves and crevices of her open cunt, titillating
and caressing. The lather on his hands made his fingers slide easily
and Sarah felt her gaping tissues swell in response to his probings. A
warm pleasant sensation swirled across her pelvis and her sensual lips
parted. The combination of the tingling spray of water on her shoulders
and breasts along with Gene's exploring fingers was turning her on.
Ashamed of her reaction, the naked brunette tried to still the growing
response of her body, the gentle throbbing that was starting between
her outspread legs. I'm not enjoying this! she tried to tell herself.
This whole sordid affair is disgusting and humiliating. But the steady
palpitations of her stimulated cunt ignored her silent lecture,
increasing in strength and tempo. Her thigh muscles tensed when Gene
forcefully thrust his forefinger up her vaginal opening, swirling it
deliciously before withdrawing it to tease the tight ring of her
inviolate anus. He circled the puckered aperture several times, making
Sarah suck in her breath. No one had ever caressed her asshole before
and the new sensation made her tingle with delight. Even though she
detested the man who was touching her tight sphincter muscle, Sarah
could not control the quick response of her treacherous body. She felt
a stab of disappointment when Gene drew his hand away. In moments,
however, he was rubbing both his hands over the rounded curve of her
buttocks, caressing and kneading the pale mounds of flesh with eager
fingers.

"You've sure got a nice ass, honey," he whispered in her ear as the
fine spray of warm water kept splashing across their shoulders. "But
don't you think Fern looks kinda lonesome? Whaddya say you soap up
those pretty little tits of hers."

Even though Gene had chosen his words carefully, for the benefit of the
phony story he'd given the willowy blonde, Sarah knew all too well that
her brother-in-law had just issued a command. And if she knew what was
good for her, she better obey it. Sarah looked up to find herself
gazing into the liquid brown eyes of the lovely blonde. The naked
desire reflected there gave Sarah a strange feeling. She lowered her
eyes to the twin hills of femininity rising so delicately from Fern's
bosom and felt an inexplicable flutter between her legs. She had never
touched a female breast before, even innocently. Now that she was about
to caress another woman with the intent of bringing her physical
pleasure, Sarah found herself becoming aroused. The way her nineteen-
year-old brother-in-law's hands were massaging her bare ass added fuel
to the fires of her passion. Her pussy throbbed with greater urgency
and Sarah felt the warm nectar of her womanhood trickle from her
vagina.

"Don't be shy," Fem said in a velvety voice, a small smile curving her
lovely lips. "I want you to touch me, Sarah. Just like I want to touch
you." Her dark eyes growing dreamy, the naked young woman reached down
to cup her lathered hand over the curly mass of pubic hair between
Sarah's outstretched legs. The brunette gasped as Fern's hand applied
pressure, then moved in slow sensuous circles, lovingly shampooing the
voluptuous young woman's fuzzy cunt. The fact that another female was
touching her in such an intimate spot brought color to Sarah's cheeks.
Suddenly she longed to touch the beautiful blonde's exquisite breasts,
to feel the soft mounds of forbidden flesh under her fingers.

Moaning, Sarah's hands reached out to cup the twin globes. The firm
smooth flesh felt pleasant and Sarah found her hands moving in slow wet
circles. Almost as if they possessed a will of their own, her fingers
kneaded the ivory tits, creating a foamy lather that the shower spray
quickly washed away. Fern's delicate nipples tightened under Sarah's
ministrations and the excited brunette let her fingers slide across the
pink rosettes. The stiff nubs felt nice under her fingers, a totally
new sensation, and Sarah was pleased at the way they rose in quick
response. Eager to bring Fern greater pleasure, she opened her hands to
aim her palms at each distended nipple. Moving her hands in quick
circles, she rubbed her palms across each fiery nub. She heard Fern
gasp, then felt the blonde's fingers move downward to slip into the
gaping folds of her inner pussy. Sarah's legs trembled and she split
them even further to accommodate the beauty's searching fingers. While
Fern fingered her throbbing cunt, Gene reached from behind to enclose
Sarah's mammoth tits in his hands, kneading them vigorously, making her
breath come in hot little gasps. Sarah abandoned the palming of Fern's
distended nipples in order to grasp her pert little breasts the way
Gene was grasping hers, good and hard. Whimpering, Sarah squeezed the
twin hills of flesh enthusiastically, her excitement mounting. She
heard her brother-in-law chuckle in her ear but suddenly it did not
matter that he was laughing at her. Nothing mattered now except the
wonderful way that Fern was exploring her throbbing pussy while Gene
played with her tits. The combined carnal treat, along with the
thrilling new experience of fondling another woman's breasts, was
almost more than the excited brunette could bear. Her heart pounded and
her breathing grew ragged. She forgot her solemn oath to refrain from
displaying any signs of physical enjoyment in front of her vile
brother-in-law. She forgot everything but the frantic beat of her
steaming cunt. Gene's fingers moved to her nipples, twisting and
pinching the fiery nubs while Fern's fingers toyed with her oily slit.
Finding the stiff nub of her clitoris, the beautiful blonde squeezed it
between her fingers. Sarah's hips began to move in heated circles while
catlike mewlings came from her throat. Encouraged, the lovely blonde
flicked her forefinger back and forth across the fiery nub until Sarah
arched her back and cried out in orgasm, her hands still kneading
Fern's breasts just as Gene was squeezing her big tits. "Aghhhhhhh!"
she cried, her pelvis bucking.

"Did you cum good, honey?" Fern asked when at last the brunette's hips
grew still and her heavy breathing subsided.

"Sure she did," Gene answered, dropping his hands from his sister-in-
law's delectable boobs. "Christ, couldn't you tell? She was jerkin' so
hard I could hardly hold onto her goddamn tits!"

Fern looked pleased. "See, Sarah?" she said, smiling at the brunette.
"Didn't I tell you it would be all right? Just wait till I get you into
bed, honey," she added, her dark eyes thick-lidded and bright with
lust. "I'm going to make you feel even better!"

"Then what are we waitin' for?" Gene asked, turning the knobs to shut
off the water. He could scarcely wait for the show to begin. He opened
the glass door and stepped onto the soft oval rug. "C'mon, ladies," he
said, reaching for a towel. "Let's get nice and dry, then head for the
bedroom. Here," he said, handing Sarah a towel as she emerged from the
stall. "You dry me first, then you and Fern can have a go at each
other."

Fern waited behind the sliding glass door while the naked brunette
rubbed the towel across her brother-in-law's slender body. A hot stab
of jealousy ripped through her, making the willowy blonde even more
determined to give Sarah a rich and satisfying sexual experience. Sarah
is much to good for a boor like Gene, Fern thought, her dark eyes
focusing on the brunette's tempting ass. I wonder what she sees in him
anyway. Sexually stimulated by the sight of Sarah's pale moons, the
beautiful lesbian made up her mind to show the uninitiated young woman
how satisfying a lesbian relationship could be. Men are such clods, she
thought, noting the goosebumps on Sarah's naked flesh. All they think
about is their own pleasure!

When Sarah reached Gene's distended cock, the young man leered down at
her. "Make sure you dry my prick real good, sweetie," he said. "It's
the most important part of my anatomy," he added with a chuckle.

Sarah dropped to her knees, rubbing the turkish towel briskly across
his crimson pole of masculinity, making it grow even more. She derived
no pleasure, however, from her submissive act. Instead, she felt only
contempt for the man who was forcing her to cater to his every whim.

"Now do my balls!" he ordered, spreading his legs. He grinned as his
sister-in-law drew the towel back and forth across his swollen
testicles. "Kiss me!" he commanded, aiming his vast spear at her mouth.
The obvious discomfort on Sarah's face increased his pleasure.

Feeling debased, the naked brunette lifted her face to plant a series
of soft kisses upon his purple lust-bloated rod. To kneel before her
contemptible brother-in-law was humiliating in itself. But to do so in
front of an audience was even worse. Painfully aware of Fern's
presence, Sarah felt her cheeks flush with shame. She must think I LIKE
doing this, Sarah realized. That Gene is my lover. The beautiful blonde
had no inkling that Sarah actually despised her brother-in-law, that
the unprincipled young man was forcing Sarah to make love to him.

"My balls too," he said, gazing down at his nakedly squatting young
woman with a triumphant grin. He enjoyed having her completely at his
mercy like this, waiting on him like an unpaid servant while Fern
watched hungrily. Not only did it feed his ego, but it also excited him
to know that the naked blonde lusted for Sarah, that she was
undoubtedly envious of the way the curvaceous brunette was slavering
kisses upon his genitals. Fern probably wishes Sarah was kissin' her
pussy instead of my prick and balls, he thought with a smirk. But the
impatient lesbian's turn, he knew, would soon come. From a spectator's
point of view, Gene was almost as anxious as Fern was for that moment
to arrive.

Shuddering, Sarah lowered her reluctant lips to the prickly sacs
dangling under Gene's distended joint, forcing herself to press them
against his warm testes. The scent of his masculinity touched her
nostrils as she obeyed his command. "Now dry my legs, honey," he told
her. "And make it snappy, 'cause Fern is gettin' all hot and bothered
watchin' us." After Sarah dutifully blotted her brother-in-law's
spindly legs, the lanky young man stepped back, gesturing for Fern to
come forward. "She's all yours, honey," he said with a salacious grin.

As the statuesque blonde stepped from the shower, Gene handed both her
and Sarah fresh towels. "Go to it, dolls," he invited, his beady eyes
bright with lust.

Sarah turned to face the beautiful young woman, her enormous boobs
tightening into melonous mounds of firm flesh. Gene felt his hot penis
lurch while he watched the two naked women rub their towels across each
other's naked bodies. This, he knew, was only the preliminaries. The
real fun hadn't even started. The slender young man was curious about
the manner in which the two females would make love. Is Fern gonna eat
her cunt? he wondered, reaching down to grasp his distended rod. And
suck her tits? Or is she going to shove her finger up her cunt?
Whatever Fern planned to do, Gene felt certain that Sarah would wind up
enjoying herself. Just as she had enjoyed herself minutes before in the
shower. No matter what my brother thinks of her, Sarah's really just a
two-bit whore, he thought. And once I have my fun with her, I'll make
sure he finds that out.

Once the two women had blotted their bodies dry, Gene hurried the naked
pair into the master bedroom. His vast hunk of meat twitching in hot
anticipation for the show which was about to begin, he quickly lowered
the bedspread, motioning for the two females to hop on the mattress.
"Seein' I brought you two together," he said with a lecherous smile,
"I'm sure you won't mind if I watch." He laughed, pulling the boudoir
chair up to the side of the bed for a front-row view. "Who knows, I
might even learn somethin'!"

Feeling apprehensive and self-conscious, Sarah lowered herself onto the
bed, wondering what was in store for her. Assuring her she'd be right
back, the willowy blonde hurried into the livingroom to return with a
large shoulder bag which she placed on the floor beside the bed. "Roll
over on your tummy, Sarah," Fern said in a soft voice, joining the
curvaceous brunette in bed. "While I try to massage some of the tension
from your body."

Sarah turned over on her stomach, the ripe curve of her pale buttocks
rising saucily. The naked blonde squatted on top of her with her parted
pussy touching the small of Sarah's back. The feel of Fern's fuzzy
vulva lips and blossoming inner cunt against her bare skin was such a
new sensation that Sarah felt a warm tingle course through her. Then
the lovely blonde began to stroke her naked flesh, caressing and
kneading the tight muscles of Sarah's back. As Fern's gentle fingers
moved downward, Sarah felt her rigid muscles relax. She had never been
massaged before and found it to be a pleasant experience despite the
bizarre circumstances. "Now turn over on your back," Fem instructed,
her lips brushing the brunette's ear before she dismounted.

Sarah did as she was ordered, her voluminous breasts rising
majestically. She saw the hungry way that the beautiful lesbian eyed
her mammoth tits and the obvious lust in her dark eyes made Sarah's
rosy nipples spring to life, blooming like twin rosebuds. Fern's warm
gaze traveled from the vast mounds of femininity down the soft rise of
Sarah's smooth abdomen to the dark triangle of down nestled between her
legs. Her lips parted, the naked blonde let her fingertips trace a
gentle trail along the path her eyes were taking. Her touch was light
and feathery like that of soft butterflies. Sarah felt a slow warmth
creep across her pelvis as Fern's caressing fingers lowered to her
smooth thighs. Goosebumps rose on her naked flesh at the other woman's
touch. "Spread your legs, honey," Fern asked, her voice breathless.

Sarah turned her dark head to look at her brother-in-law who sat beside
the bed, breathing hard while he fingered the gaping tip of his swollen
penis. His lust-bloated organ was magenta, deeply veined, and hotly
quivering. The shiny knoblike head glistened from the warm precoital
juices that dribbled forth. She caught Gene's eye and his warning look
told her that she better do as Fern requested. Feeling helpless, she
split her legs apart to reveal the coralline tissues of her inner cunt.
Exposing herself like this for another woman caused her cheeks to
flame. At the same time, an undeniable thrill shot through her, making
her gaping pussy flutter deliciously. What she was doing was perverse
and scandalous but it was also forbidden and strangely exciting. The
fact that her brother-in-law was watching her obscene performance made
it even more stimulating. Now that the moment she had dreaded had
finally arrived, to open the most intimate part of her anatomy to
another woman, Sarah could not deny the humiliating fact that she was
sexually aroused. She never thought it could happen, but it was
happening right now. She was being turned on by a member of her own
sex! She gasped at the feel of Fern's hands stroking her soft inner
thighs. Ripples of forbidden delight coursed through her when the
lovely blonde lowered her hands to the fuzzy V between her outstretched
legs to separate the hair-lined lips of her vulva. Sarah's bright inner
pussy blossomed like delicate pink petals, the nub of her clitoris
fluttering involuntarily as the telltale oils of her arousal trickled
from her vaginal opening.

"Mmmmmmmmm, what a juicy pussy you have, honey," Fern murmured in a
husky voice, gazing dreamily at the lewdly parted tissues. She saw a
milky droplet of feminine syrup trickle from the brunette's secret slot
and she licked her lips, hungry for the taste of the sweet nectar upon
her hungry tongue. Her eyes heavy lidded and glassy, the excited blonde
lowered her head between Sarah's wide open legs. She heard Sarah's soft
moan as her tongue darted out to flick across her sensitive cuntal
tissues. The smooth feel of the slick membranes upon her lingual member
made the willowy young woman moan with joy. The scent of Sarah's
arousal graced her nostrils, stimulating her even more. She smelled so
sweet and clean and deliciously feminine. The knowledge that the
voluptuous brunette was uninitiated to the joys of lesbianism made
Fern's own throbbing cunt drip with excitement. It was always such a
thrill to make love to a woman who was virginal. To the devout lesbian,
Sarah was every bit as much as a virgin as though she still had her
cherry. Heterosexual experience did not count as far as she was
concerned. After all, Fern had let men fuck her in the past too. But it
wasn't until she had first submitted to the embraces of another woman,
that Fern felt her real sex life actually begin.

Determined to make Sarah enjoy her introduction to female lovemaking as
much as she herself had years before, Fern swirled her warm tongue up
and down the entire length of Sarah's oily slit. She let the pointed
tip of her oral member jab and titillate, darting among the many folds
and crevices lining the young woman's gaping pussy. She let her tongue
slide up the brunette's oozing vagina, moving in vigorous circles
before quickly withdrawing to travel down to the unsuspecting ring of
her tight little anus. She drew lazy circles around the sensitive
sphincter muscles, feeling the split-legged young wife's hips jerk at
her unexpected oral caress. Fern's hot pussy was palpitating wildly as
she tongued the dark-haired woman's widespread cunt. Wet slurping
sounds filled the room, accompanied by Sarah's heavy breathing. A soft
whimper escaped Sarah's throat when Fern's tongue returned to her
heavily secreting split, pausing to apply sudden pressure on the
swollen nub of her clitoris.

Gene toyed with his hot pounding prick as he sat watching the two naked
females perform. The sight of the lovely blonde devouring his sister-
in-law's gaping cunt and the wet slurping sounds of her swirling tongue
had his balls churning as the open glans of his pulsating rod dribbled
with excitement. Christ, look at Fern eat her pussy, he thought, his
thin face flushed. And look at the way Sarah's enjoyin' it. He grinned
knowingly at the frantic jerks of his sister-in-law's pelvis, the
erratic sounds of her breathing. He saw the way her delectable nipples
had risen into bright rigid nodules and knew, without a doubt, that
Sarah was deriving intense pleasure from the lesbian's voraciously
lapping tongue. Just as he knew that later, when Sarah had regained her
senses, she would be thoroughly humiliated by the knowledge that he had
observed her forbidden enjoyment. An ugly smile tugged at his lips. By
the time he was through with his sister-in-law, Gene knew that she
would have virtually no secrets from him. Gene would know all her
secret lusts, her deepest and most perverse sexual desires. Yes, he
would see that Sarah was thoroughly exposed and debased before he blew
the whistle on her to his unsuspecting brother!

Her breath coming in excited gasps, Sarah no longer cared that what she
was doing was thought to be unnatural and wrong. Just as she no longer
cared that the man she detested was watching her heated response. All
that mattered now was the marvelous sensations tearing through her
naked body, thanks to the beautiful blonde female whose head was
nestled between her lewdly splayed legs. Her steaming cunt was swollen
and throbbing, leaking profusely. Her creamy nectar flowed from her
palpitating slit to be quickly lapped up by Fern's slithering tongue.
Being fucked and eaten like this was wonderful, glorious! The fact that
a member of the same sex was bringing her such carnal pleasure only
fanned the flames of her passion. Her belly was a feverish mass of hot
physical sensation. Her split legs trembled and her hips moved in
sporadic jerks. Catlike mewlings, came from her throat, and her head
tossed back and forth on the pillow. Oh what wonderful things Fern's
tongue was doing as it slithered up and down the throbbing length of
her secreting pussy hole. At maddening intervals, the warm lingual
member darted up her slick vagina, driving her wild with passion.

Splitting her legs so far apart that her thigh muscles ached, the lust-
crazed young woman reached down to entwine her fingers through her
lover's long golden tresses. She twisted and tugged at the woman's hair
in a frenzied effort to draw her head closer, to claim even more of her
wonderful spiraling oral member. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she cried in a high-
pitched voice, swirling her hips in the air. Fiery bursts of pleasure
shot through her naked body as Fern's talented tongue continued to
treat her pounding cunt. Every cell in the panting brunette's luscious
body responded to the artful ministrations of the beautiful blonde
whose face was buried between her trembling legs. Sarah could not
imagine a more marvelous sensation than the feel of Fern's long lingual
member laving the leaking length of her steaming slit, darting up the
spongy depths of her cavernous cuntal tunnel before withdrawing to
swirl among her gaping petals to cleanse her sensitive tissues of the
milky nectar that flowed so copiously from her slick vagina.

She whimpered in protest when the lesbian suddenly lifted her head from
between her legs to move to the side of the bed. "Don't stop!" Sarah
begged, lifting her hips hungrily. "Oh, please keep sucking me!"

"I will, honey," Fern assured in a throaty voice, reaching down to
remove something from her purse. "In a way that you'll like even
better!" With that, the beautiful blonde aimed a rubber dildo at the
brunette's pleading pussy. Fern saw Sarah's oily slit part lasciviously
as she pushed the immense knobby tip into her oozing aperture. At
first, she had difficulty in making Sarah's cuntal opening stretch wide
enough to accommodate the massive head. After a slight hesitation,
however, the brunette's flowing slit opened wide to receive the huge
dildo. Her own pussy palpitating wildly at the knowledge of the supreme
pleasure she was about to bring to the salaciously split-legged young
woman in front of her, Fern shoved the big dildo into her creamy
aperture, watching the greedy manner in which her eager pussy swallowed
the plastic organ. "How's this, honey?" she asked in a ragged voice,
fucking the young woman's slick canal with well-practiced expertise.

"Oooooohhh!" Sarah cried as the incredible rubber prick invaded her
milky tunnel of love. "Oh Jesus!" she gasped, feeling the vast object
crowd her wet cavern. Whatever Fern was fucking her with, it was even
bigger than her husband's huge cock. She felt the walls of her vagina
widen in order to receive the immense invader. "Oh Christ, what is it?"
she gasped, growing lighthearted at the mind-blowing new experience her
pussy was being subjected to.

"A dildo, Sarah," Fern told her, her voice breathless. "A super-size
imitation prick. Just relax, sweetie," she urged, her cunt leaking with
excitement. The massive object she was forcing into the brunette's
uninitiated slit was Fern's very favorite dildo, the one she most loved
to be fucked with. It had brought the beautiful lesbian countless hours
of sexual joy and she knew, from experience, just how glorious it felt
as it slowly disappeared into her secret depths.

Holy shit! Gene thought, his eyes widening at the unbelievable size of
the rubber organ being rammed into his sister-in-law's cock-starved
cunt. Will you look at the size of that fuckin' thing! Breathing hard,
he craned his neck for a better view of Sarah's violated slit,
wondering if the massive intruder would split her in two. He dug the
tip of his forefinger into the open glans of his hot bubbling penis,
his excitement mounting at the perverse activity. His quivering rod was
pounding and his balls felt tight and heavy under the weight of their
turgid cargo.

The huge dildo soon filled Sarah's cuntal opening to full capacity with
inches to spare. Giving the sex-gadget a hearty push, Fern sent it
pumping against the mouth of the brunette's womb, causing hot bursts of
masochistic pleasure to explode inside her. Sarah emitted a guttural
cry, bright flashes of luminous color whirling in her head. She did not
think that she could bear the immensity of the artificial cock another
second. It was so incredibly huge that her violated vagina was
stretched to a new diameter, protesting with a heavy junglelike beat.
"Oh stop!" she gasped, drawing her knees up sharply. But Fern ignored
her plea, slowly withdrawing the plastic object until all but the very
tip of its massive head was protruding from her screaming tunnel. The
fake cock was coated with the oils of her femininity, glistening wetly
as it emerged from her aching pussy. Her cheeks flushed, Fern shoved
the dildo in again, pushing harder this time. Sarah arched her back as
the imitation prick pounded her tender cervix, making her head spin.
"Oh please!" she gasped, her legs trembling. But Fern withdrew it
again, faster this time, only to more forcefully ram once more. Again
and again she fucked the helpless brunette with the artificial penis,
ignoring her cries of protest.

As the merciless invasions continued, it wasn't long before Sarah's
cries altered, changing from cries of pain to undeniable cries of
pleasure. The knees she had drawn up opened wide and her pelvis began
to move in vigorous circles. Her full lips parted and her eyes were
practically closed. The bright nipples of her uplifted breasts rose
majestically, aiming at the ceiling while the melonous mounds of pale
fresh surrounding them tightened into firm hills of excitement. Sweat
formed on her naked body as she worked in frantic harmony with the
lesbian's persistent fuckings. Suddenly, she could not get enough of
the fierce poundings. She lifted her hips in sporadic jerks, trying to
grasp even more of the magnificent dildo. But the rubber object was
immersed as deeply into her pounding vagina as it would go, bumping
into her cervix at every invasion. Sarah's sweating body was on fire.
Perspiration ran down the sides of her face and along her scalp, making
her hair curl into damp ringlets around her face. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she
shrieked, responding wildly. "Deeper, harder!" Fern obeyed her command,
ramming her viciously with the imitation penis.

To increase the brunette's pleasure, the beautiful lesbian reached down
to flick her fingers across the stiff bud of Sarah's clitoris. The
fiery nub grew crimson under her touch and Sarah's hips spun even more
crazily. "Rip me apart!" she screamed, panting heavily. Her whole body
was bathed in perspiration and the bed creaking under the weight of her
heavy thrashings. The double treat of being so cruelly fucked and
having her sensitive clitoris teased proved too much for the excited
brunette. Suddenly she cried out in wild abandon, her hands clawing at
the bedding. "Aghhhhhh!" she cried, bucking and thrashing on the bed
like a fish out of water. The saturated walls of her tormented vagina
rippled and convulsed in great pulsating waves of carnal ecstasy as a
soul-searching orgasm tore through Sarah's hotly quivering body. At
last, her spastic jerkings subsided and her sated body grew still.

"Did I make you happy, Sarah?" Fern asked, her dark eyes glittering as
she withdrew the dildo from the brunette's contented pussy.

"Oh yesssssss," she murmured, gazing down at the lovely blonde who had
just given her such carnal pleasure. "It was wonnnnderfulll!"

"Then make me happy too, honey," she begged, rising on her knees to
spread the lips of her fuzzy vulva, exposing the glistening coralline
tissues within, the bright bud of her clitoris beckoning. "Fuck me the
way I just fucked you. Oh please, Sarah! Shove the dildo deep into my
cunt!"

Sarah gazed at the naked pleading lesbian with a warm rush of emotion
consuming her. Fern had made her feel good. Her body was still tingling
from the vigorous fucking she'd just given her. Suddenly Sarah wanted
to do the same thing for her, to give the beautiful blonde the same
intense physical pleasure that she herself had just enjoyed. Breathing
hard, the two women reversed positions. Fern rolled over on her back as
Sarah quickly knelt between her legs just as Fern had done moments
earlier. Now it was Fern's turn to receive just as Sarah had under the
lesbian's artful ministrations. The beautiful blonde had given Sarah so
much, brought her body to such new and inconceivable heights. Now it
was her turn. "Spread your legs, honey," Sarah said in a thick
unnatural voice, strangely excited at the obscene act she was about to
perform. She lifted the enormous dildo from the bed, noting the way it
was still coated with the syrups of her femininity.

"Put it in!" Fern begged, splitting her long legs wide. "I want to feel
your hot pussy juices blend with mine!"

Sarah did as she urged, rubbing the shimmering tip of the massive
pseudo-cock in wet uncertain circles until she found the right opening.
Fern's eager aperture sucked at the huge dildo hungrily, quickly
swallowing its mushroomlike head. She must be all stretched out from
it, Sarah thought, noting the ease with which the blonde's grasping
vagina accepted the invading rubber object. She must fuck with it all
the time!

"Oh fuck me hard!" Fern begged, lifting her hips. Sarah pushed at the
dildo, feeling it stop when it struck the lesbian's cervix. She quickly
withdrew the rubber organ, fucking the willowy blonde with the same
fervor that she herself had been treated to. Thoroughly familiar with
the oversize dildo, Fern's wet cunt sucked greedily, her saturated
tissues clinging to the object with each withdrawal. Sarah went at her
with gusto, fascinated by the ability of her slick tunnel to consume
the vast sex-gadget. Fern's pelvis whirled frantically and her lips
parted, baring her pearly teeth. "Oh that's good!" she moaned, lifting
her hips to meet each forceful inward thrust. "You fuck good, sweetie!"

His fiery prick ready to explode at the carnality taking place just
inches away, Gene could contain himself no longer. Breathing heavily,
he rose from the chair, his beady eyes focused on Sarah's uplifted ass
as she bent over the naked blonde, totally intent on fucking her pussy
with the rubber prick. Gene hurried to the foot of the bed, his
steaming cock aching with lust. Scrambling up on the mattress, he
positioned himself directly behind his sister-in-law, eyeing the
tempting slit of her wide open vagina. Aiming the bubbling tip at the
slick opening, he thrust his swollen rod into her cunt-smeared slot,
his testicles slapping her buttocks.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried, ramming the dildo in even further at the
unexpectedness of her brother-in-law's warm joint spearing her pussy.
His hands slid down to cup her large dangling breasts while he fucked
in and out of her with ball-slapping enthusiasm. He kneaded her firm
tits, then reached down to pluck at her nipples, twisting and pinching
the rosy nubs. His punishing fingers sent fiery tingles of pleasure
coursing through Sarah's mammoth tits. The way he was punishing her hot
rosettes made her tender nipples ache with simultaneous pain and
pleasure. This was the way Sarah longed for her husband to toy with her
big boobs. "Mmmmmmmm," Sarah moaned, "that feels goood!" The dual
carnal treat of having the bright tips of her breasts so deliciously
manipulated and her pussy pounded savagely from the rear made the hot
juices of her womanhood flow once again. It had been such an incredibly
long time since she had been screwed like this. Not since the days of
her secret modeling career. This was one of the many ways the lovely
brunette longed to have her husband shove his thick penis into her. The
feel of a swollen cock ramming her from such a sharp angle made the
warm hunk of meat seem even bigger, more demanding. Her cunt throbbing
in heated response, Sarah wriggled her pale moons excitedly, lifting
her bare ass high in the air. "Oh keep fucking!" she begged, pushing
her ass backward to meet her brother-in-law's every pounding forward
thrust. "And keep pinching my tits! Squeeze harder!" In her excitement,
the panting brunette automatically shoved the huge rubber dildo in and
out of the split-legged lesbian's drooling pussy with renewed vigor.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" Fern moaned, lifting her pelvis and whirling-it in
sporadic circles. "Deeper, faster!" Her pulpy throbbing canal sucked
greedily each time the pseudo-prick disappeared into its inner depths,
then clung lovingly on each withdrawal. Seeing the lustful expression
on the brunette's flushed face as her brother-in-law twisted and tugged
at the ends of her big boobs while he speared her pussy from behind
stimulated the lesbian even more. Her violated aperture pulsated
wildly, her responsive body climbing faster and faster toward the apex
of physical sensation.

Gene grunted, sweat trickling down his naked torso as he pounded the
voluptuous woman in front of him. He could hear the beautiful lesbian's
heated moans and outcries as well as his sister-in-law's wanton pleas.
The raggedness of their labored breathing, the wet sucking noises of
Fern's grasping vagina, and the slapping sounds of Gene's huge
testicles spanking Sarah's uplifted asscheeks also filled the air.
Gene's fiery prick pounded furiously, thrilling to the luscious wetness
of Sarah's cuntal opening, the stimulating feel of her cervix bumping
the bubbling tip of his crimson rod with each vigorous fuck. "Feel
good, baby?" he asked, panting in her ear.

"Oh yesssssss!" she responded, wiggling her ass as she shoved the
massive dildo into the blonde's creamy slot.

"Like the way I fuck?"

"Yesssssss!" she replied, hot bursts of carnal sensation tearing
through her flaming body.

"Deeper, harder!" Fern begged, opening her long legs farther while she
swirled her hips high in the air. "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"

The realization that all three of them were thrilling to carnal
delights at the same time made Gene's pistoning cudgel swell to the
bursting point. He'd never been part of such a mind-blowing orgy
before, and now he could no longer contain himself. His flying fingers
flicked away at Sarah's pointed nipples mercilessly. Hurling his
slender hips forward in a few final jerks, his pummeling rod suddenly
exploded within Sarah's oily depths, sending a shower of hot semen
splattering against the walls of her slick vagina. "Oh Christ!" he
cried, His sweating body bucking wildly. "I'm cumming Aghhhhhhh!"

The increased fervor of his violent fuckings, as well as the
unrelenting way he was torturing her breasts, brought the bent brunette
to the same feverish pitch like the young man positioned behind her.
Crying out in wild abandon, Sarah rammed the dildo deep into the
blonde's starved pussy while her own vaginal walls rippled and
convulsed in another powerful orgasm.

The final thrust of the massive dildo was so powerful that Fern arched
her back, suspended in midair for a few breathtaking moments while
blinding kaleidoscopes of color whirled within her head. Then her naked
body jerked and bucked as she emitted a high-pitched catlike wail. The
bed shook as all three surrendered themselves to shattering orgasms,
their naked sweating bodies working in unholy unison.

At last, the wailing ceased and their bodies grew still. Sarah
collapsed on top of the sated lesbian while her brother-in-law fell on
top of both of them in a crumpled heap. While Gene's spent penis
emptied the last of its fiery contents into his sister-in-law's
contented cunt, the three of them lay panting. A rapturous expression
graced the lesbian's beautiful face as she lay with the oversize dildo
still protruding from her purring satisfied pussy. It was not until
their labored breathing diminished and their heartbeats had returned to
normal, that the naked trio drew apart.

While Gene got up to go to the washroom, Fern withdrew the nectar-
coated dildo from her dripping cunt. "That was fabulous, Sarah," she
said, turning to smile at the curvaceous brunette. Her voice grew husky
and her lips curved into a dreamy smile. "I hope we see each other
again, honey," she added. "I'll be waiting to hear from you!"

Although Sarah said nothing, she knew that she would never contact the
beautiful lesbian. True, Sarah had enjoyed the young woman's sexual
attentions but she was thoroughly ashamed of herself for having done
so. All she wanted to do now was to forget all about what had taken
place here this morning, to blot the entire incident from her mind. She
had done what her vile brother-in-law had forced her to do and she was
not proud of the part she had played in today's perverse orgy. And she
hated the way her body had betrayed her once again by responding to the
lewd activity. Now that her passion was spent, her sanity returned and
her face flamed with shame and humiliation. Maybe this will be the end
of it, she hoped, biting her lip. Maybe now Gene will be satisfied.

But Sarah would soon learn otherwise. When Gene would bring along his
roommate Lenny the following Wednesday!

 

Chapter 6

The physical satisfaction that Sarah derived from the illicit sex acts
she'd engaged in with her brother-in-law and his lesbian friend was
short-lived. Once her lust-crazed body had been satisfied, guilt rushed
in to settle over her like a dark cloud. It was a familiar feeling for
the lovely brunette. She had felt exactly the same way after each
pornographic session she had posed for during the time of her mother's
illness. Although the voluptuous young woman had responded
enthusiastically during the lurid filmings, the warm glow of her body
never endured. Once her passion was spent and her mind, rather than her
body, was in control again, Sarah was always throughly ashamed of her
wild response. Still, she simply could not stop herself from enjoying
the forbidden sexual acts she participated in for the camera. Right or
wrong, she liked the feel of a warm mouth against her breasts and she
could not prevent the delicious tingles of pleasure from rippling
through her when some man sucked voraciously, anymore than she could
keep her legs from splitting wide and trembling with excitement
whenever a talented tongue slid across the sensitive throbbing tissues
of her gaping pussy. Having her cunt eaten was a marvelous sensation,
one that Sarah enjoyed thoroughly. Yes ... and she loved sucking cock
too. And being fucked in all kinds of thrilling and imaginative
positions. Surely she was oversexed, Sarah thought for the hundredth
time. Why else would she respond so heatedly to the lickings, suckings,
and fuckings she was paid to indulge in with strangers years before?

Just as she had enjoyed herself with the brother-in-law she despised.
Even though Gene had forced her to submit to his outrageous sexual
demands, Sarah had wound up bucking and thrashing about in thrilling
orgasm. And now, she had reached the lowest of lows for she had engaged
in lesbianism and so thoroughly enjoyed her perverse acts. Fern's mouth
and tongue had felt marvelous between her outspread legs. How could she
help but respond? And so had the incredibly huge dildo the lesbian had
fucked her with. It was even more thrilling than the battery-operated
vibrator that Sarah kept hidden in her dresser drawer. Just thinking
about how the massive pseudo-prick had prodded her secret depths,
hurting and exciting her at the same time, made Sarah's cunt throb with
forbidden desire. Still, the voluptuous young woman was plagued with
guilt. Would the day ever come, she wondered, when she would enjoy sex
without carrying a heavy burden of guilt afterward? Admittedly, she
never felt dirty or ashamed after Mike made lover to her. But she never
really achieved a very powerful orgasm with her husband either.

In an effort to atone for her secret and shameful acts, Sarah was more
indulgent than ever with her family. She spent extra hours with her
daughter and she pampered her husband by serving elaborate meals. Even
that, however, did not still the small inner voice that plagued Sarah.
I don't deserve a fine man like Mike, she agonized. Thank God he
doesn't know what I'm really like. Sarah cringed whenever she thought
about the shocking and lewd acts she'd performed since her brother-in-
law started his terrible game of sexual blackmail. And her cheeks
burned with shame when she recalled her own wanton enjoyment.

Although she was filled with distaste whenever she thought about what
was to take place on the next encounter with her brother-in-law while
her unsuspecting husband was working at the shop, Sarah felt certain
that this would be one time when her body would not betray her. Lenny,
Gene's roommate, was so repulsive to Sarah that she shuddered just
thinking about what was in store for her. I could never enjoy sex with
a fat slob like Lenny she thought, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Even
though her cold-hearted brother-in-law was humiliating her by forcing
her to have sex with his disgusting friend, at least Sarah would not
humiliate herself by responding. With a man as disgusting as Lenny, she
felt certain that she would feel nothing except revulsion.

Even though Sarah could think of nothing else, Gene phoned to remind
her of their upcoming date. "And be nice to Lenny," he warned. "He's my
best friend, understand? And the poor guy don't score too often. Broads
always give him the brush and he's long overdue for a good time, know
what I mean?"

Sarah sighed into the phone, for she knew what he meant, all right.
"Look, Gene," she said in a tired voice. "Just when is all this going
to end? Haven't I done more than enough already?"

Gene laughed mirthlessly. "Almost, sweetie, almost. Show my pal a real
good time tomorrow and that'll just about even the score. Just one more
private session with you and me then that's it, okay? After that, I'll
forget all about those pictures."

Hope fluttered within the brunette's breasts. "You mean it?" she asked,
her hand tightening on the receiver.

"I give my word," he said, his lips curling into a sneer that she could
not see.

Unaware of how worthless her brother-in-law's word really was, Sarah
was determined to get through Wednesday morning's ordeal without
revealing her inner disgust. Pretty soon this whole ugly mess will be
over, she reminded herself whenever shivers of distaste rippled through
her. No matter what I have to do with Lenny, it'll be worth it. Then
things can get back to normal around here.

It wasn't until Gene and his obese friend actually showed up, however,
that the well-stacked brunette learned just how much was to be expected
of her. "Lenny's always had this secret fantasy, Sarah," Gene
explained, taking off his jacket while the unattractive young man
beside him stared at Sarah in slack-mouthed fascination. "And I told
him you'd be more than happy to act it out for him."

Sarah's eyes moved to her brother-in-law's roommate who clutched a
small paper sack, his puffy eyes glittering with excitement. "What ...
what kind of fantasy?" she asked, feeling her body tense.

The two men exchanged glances, then grinned at each other before
returning their gaze to the lovely brunette. "You'll see," Gene
answered cheerfully. "Now, whaddya say we all get undressed and get
right down to business? Somethin' tells me this is gonna be fun!" he
added, moving to close the livingroom drapes.

In moments, the unlikely trio was completely nude. Icy fingers crept
along Sarah's spine at the eager way in which Lenny's eyes devoured her
naked body. Bright splotches of color dotted his fleshy cheeks as his
eyes wandered over her, sliding from the twin hills of femininity, with
their delectable pink nipples, to the dark triangle of fuzz nestled
between her legs. "Jeez, you sure are built!" he praised, the lust-
bloated prick protruding from between his heavy thighs, bubbling in
warm appreciation.

Sarah was unable to return the compliment. The young man's body was a
shapeless mass of pasty flesh. His breasts were so layered with fat
that they swelled like those of a girl in puberty. Rolls of blubber
encircled his thick waist and his stomach bulged like that of a middle-
aged man. Compared to her lean brother-in-law, the naked young man's
obesity seemed even more evident.

"Into the kitchen everybody," Gene ordered. "And don't forget your
equipment, Lenny," he reminded. The young man's dimpled asscheeks
jiggled loosely as he hurried to the sofa to get his paper sack. His
distended rod leading the procession, Gene headed for the kitchen,
quickly lowering the shades. "Up on the table, dear sister-in-law," he
instructed, removing the sugar bowl to place it on the counter. When
Sarah just stared, he gave her bare ass a playful slap. "Move, doll,"
he said, snapping his fingers. "One of Lenny's favorite fantasies
includes a kitchen table, right, pal?"

His fat friend grinned and nodded his head, his dark hair swinging back
and forth in greasy strands. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice breathless as
he watched the voluptuous brunette climb up on the table. "I always
wanted to fuck a broad right smack in the middle of a kitchen table."
His swollen cock bobbed and swayed between his thick thighs, its color
deepening. "While another guy watched," he added, grinning lewdly at
his roommate.

Gene grinned back. "Well, Sarah here is your broad, Lenny," he said.
"And I'm your audience. So go to it, pal."

"Lay down, honey," Lenny said, approaching the table where Sarah sat,
her melonous breasts protruding enticingly. "And spread your legs apart
so I can see your pussy."

Sarah saw Gene hand his blubbery friend the paper sack. Dreading what
was ahead, the naked brunette did as he asked, lowering her head. Her
enormous tits rose proudly, their pink rosebuds aiming for the ceiling.
Sighing softly, she split her thighs, exposing the coralline tissues of
her inner cunt. As she lay on the table, split-legged and expectant,
she heard the rattle of the paper sack, then felt something cool touch
her mound of Venus. "Ohhhhh," she gasped, her body tensing.

"It's just jam, sweetie," Gene informed her in an amused voice.

"Yeah, strawberry jam!" Lenny added, his pudgy fingers smearing the
bright confection along the fuzzy lips of the brunette's vulva. "My
favorite!" Sarah's widely splayed legs quivered when Lenny's fingers
moved across the sensitive bud of her clitoris, coating the tiny nodule
with the thick substance. The jam felt pleasantly cool on her warm
membrances and a ripple of unexpected pleasure coursed through her
naked body. Lenny dipped a spoon into the jar for more of the sweet
substance before returning his jam-coated fingers to the gaping slit
between her widespread legs. Her lips parted at the feel of his gooey
fingers sliding along the length of her pussy, digging into the many
grooves and crevices of her open slit to coat every secret hollow.

"Oh!" she cried, when his fingers darted up the slot of her vagina,
swirling around to coat her inner walls with strawberry jam. Sarah had
never had a foreign substance introduced into her secret cavern before
and the novelty of the act made her hollow throb in quick response. The
rosy tips of her mammoth breasts rose into hard points and her pelvis
lifted ever so slightly.

Gene caught the soft rise of her hips, the unmistakable way her bright
nipples hardened. "Feel good, Sarah?" he taunted, leaning against the
counter. Seeing his friend smear the bright confection onto his sister-
in-law's gaping cunt made his vast pole of manhood throb deliciously.
Grinning at the lewd performance, he reached down to grab his distended
joint, rubbing it back and forth between his fingers, stimulating
himself even more.

Sarah's hips jerked again when Lenny's finger left her vaginal opening
to spoon more jam onto her widespread pussy before returning to attack
her anus. His pudgy fingers circled the tight ring several times,
teasing it deliciously before darting up inside. Sarah sucked in her
breath at the sudden invasion. She squirmed as his jam-coated finger
climbed higher and higher, digging into the tight aperture, smearing
its walls with the sweet preserve. The throbbing of her lewdly
displayed cunt grew harder and the jam-covered nub of her clitoris
began to swell. Lenny's spiraling finger hurt, but at the same time it
brought her a new kind of pleasure as well. Although the tight ring of
her violated anus puckered and winked in protest, the bright folds of
her gaping pussy swelled in heated response.

Oh God, Sarah thought, her naked body writhing on the table. I actually
LIKE this! God help me, his sticky fingers feel GOOD! Even though she
hated hersef for responding, the naked brunette could not stop her
pelvis from rising, moving in slow sensuous circles. "Mmmmmm," she
moaned, her eyes growing dreamy as Lenny's probing finger continued to
invade her rectum. "That's niiice!" The warm syrup of her arousal
flowed forth, oozing from her sticky slot to blend with the strawberry
jam.

Stimulated even more by the lovely brunette's obvious pleasure, the
obese young man withdrew his finger. Suddenly, touching Sarah's parted
pussy wasn't enough. He wanted to taste it as well. "This is gonna feel
even nicer!" he promised before lowering his face between her legs.

Sarah cried out at the pressure of his warm lips against her jam-
covered cunt. Lenny's tongue darted out to swirl up and down the length
of her secreting throbbing slit, gathering the ambrosial substance from
its many crevices. The naked young man tasted the nectar of her
femininity as well as the strawberry jam and the sweet combination made
his lust-bloated hunk of meat pound hotly. Mmmmmm, what a sweet pussy,
he thought, his tongue slavering among the wet folds. When he came upon
the slit of her flowing vagina, his tongue poked its way among the
creamy tissues to lap up the jam his fingers had deposited there.
Diluted by the cuntal juices of her arousal, the distinctive flavor was
highly pleasing to the young man's taste buds. Once he had cleansed her
feminine aperture of its nectar, Lenny's oral member sought the tight
ring of Sarah's anus. Grabbing her thighs to split her legs even
futher, the over-weight young man sent his long oral member far up into
the tight opening, swirling it around. Once he had lapped up the sweet
confection he had placed in Sarah's rectum, he withdrew his tongue to
grin up at the naked brunette, his face smeared with jam and femanine
secretions.

"Now for your tits!" he panted, reaching once again for the jar of
strawberry jam. Moving to Sarah's bosom, he dipped the spoon into the
jar to deposit a generous portion of the flavorful spread on each of
her uplifted nipples. Setting the jar on the floor, Lenny bent over the
table to lift a savory rosette into his edger mouth. Sucking
voraciously, his pudgy hands kneaded at the firm hills of flesh
surrounding the delectable tip. Mmmmmm, what a tasty pair of knockers,
he thought, his big balls churning.

Watching his friend devour the jam-coated nipple proved too much for
Gene. His hot shaft of masculinity was pounding furiously and his lips
hungered for the same carnal treat that his roommate was enjoying.
Moving quickly, Gene circled around to the opposite side of the table,
bending his slender body over his sister-in-law's other luscious mound
of femininity. Drawing the jam-coated nipple into his mouth, he drew on
it vigorously while his fingers dug into her warm flesh. Even though he
had little use for Sarah, Gene had to admit that she had a gorgeous
pair of boobs.

Sarah arched her back, moaning in ecstasy. Oh, it felt so heavenly to
be sucked like this by two hungry mouths. This was the best going over
her aching tits had ever received. Her distended nipples felt as if
they were about to be torn off but she did not want the delicious
suckings to cease. Her entire pelvic area swirled hotly while her
clitoris caught fire again, rising from its hooded refuge. "Suck,
suck!" she cried in wild abandon, writhing on the table. "Oh, it feels
marrrvelousss!"

Hearing her wanton plea made Lenny's deeply veined organ ache with
need, a need that could no longer be denied. Whimpering, he lifted his
mouth from her breast to climb up on the table. His breathing grew even
more labored at the physical exertion. Panting, he straddled the naked
brunette, then yanked her legs apart. The sight of his friend still
sucking away on Sarah's uplifted tit only added to the heat of his
lust. His semen-packed balls pounded, demanding release. His fingers
shaking, Lenny grabbed his thick shaft and poked it wetly and
uncertainly among the slippery folds of her pussy. Then finding the
right aperture, his blood-filled organ slipped inside. The wetness of
her grasping cunt felt wonderful and he fucked fast and hard, ramming
his vastness into her with all the strength he possessed. His beloved
sexual fantasy was becoming reality at last. He was actually fucking a
beautiful woman on top of a kitchen table! All he needed to make it
complete was a pair of observing eyes. "Watch us, Gene," he gasped, his
hips jerking back and forth, making the table shake. "Watch us fuck!"

Gene lifted his head from Sarah's nipple and the bright rosette slipped
wetly away, red and elongated and glistening with saliva. "I'm
watchin', Lenny," Gene assured, grinning lasciviously. "Go ahead and
fuck, pal. Give her the fuckin' of her life!"

The obese young man balanced his heavy weight with his arms, ramming
the brunette's inner depths with determination. The few times he'd
fucked before were with real dogs, women who very seldom felt a hot
prick within their vaginas. Although they had met his physical needs,
the women he'd screwed before had not excited him the way that Sarah
was exciting him now. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think
that he would be pounding his hot prick into someone as luscious as the
naked dark-haired young wife who lay defenselessly under him.

Swept away by physical sensation, Sarah lifted her hips in harmony with
each forward thrust of Lenny's heavy body. The fact that he was homely
and fat was blotted out by the incredible vastness of his hot penis,
the thrilling and forceful manner in which his big pole of masculinity
was cramming her inner pussy depths. "Harder!" she begged, swirling her
pelvis. "Push harder!"

Pleased by his sister-in-law's performance, Gene played with himself
while he watched. He squeezed his dangling sacs with one hand while he
rubbed the knoblike tip of his cock with the other. He saw Sarah's legs
curl around his friend's thick waist and he grinned, pulling even
harder on his fiery shaft. Sarah sure knows how to fuck, he observed.
Lenny's havin' the time of his life!

Their naked bodies moving in frantic accord, the copulating couple's
energetic gyrations caused the table to shake. Lenny's pale flaccid
asscheeks jiggled like gelatin and his big balls slapped against the
brunette's buttocks as he tore in and out of her slick aperture. His
greasy hair swung back and forth and his wet mouth hung loosely,
spittle trickling down the sides of his chin. He wanted this glorious
fucking to go on and on, to last an eternity. Aware of his friend's
observing eyes, the young man's passion rose to a feverish pitch.
Harder and harder he fucked, his lust overpowering him. Unable to hold
back a moment longer, his massive bulk humped wildly, sending fiery
spurts of sperm exploding into the brunette's creamy vaginal walls. "Oh
shit!" he gasped, "I'm cumming! Aghhhhh!"

The harsh volcanic bursts within her made Sarah's steaming cunt ripple
and convulse in thrilling orgasm. She dug her fingernails into Lenny's
fleshy back, straining against him, her throbbing pussy sucking at his
erupting cock. A strange gurgling sound came from Lenny's throat as he
emptied his pulsating organ into her canal. The spouting head of his
ejaculating prick rammed the mouth of her womb as they bucked and
jerked up on the table, climaxing in unison, until the consuming waves
of carnal sensation finally diminished.

"How was it, Lenny?" Gene wanted to know, leering at his fat friend
whose spent penis was still deeply embedded in Sarah's saturated pussy.
"Did she give you a good fuck?"

"Christ, yes!" the sated young man replied, lifting a heavy leg to
dismount. "Better 'n I ever had!"

Gene looked pleased. "Glad to hear it, pal. But then Sarah's got a real
generous nature. Always willin' to cater to a friend in need, right,
Sarah?" he added, his mocking gaze shifting to his sister-in-law. "Now
that Lenny's been takin' care of, howsabout actin' out one of my
fantasies, sweetie?" Pulling out a kitchen chair, he turned it around
and sat down on it, his towering cock rising like a sapling reaching
for the sun. "Get on top of me, doll," he instructed, patting his lap.
"And I'll make you feel every bit as good as Lenny just did."

Her cheeks bright with humiliation, Sarah slid off the table and
straddled her brother-in-law. She hadn't meant to enjoy herself like
that, but somehow her traitorous body always got the best of her. The
fact that Gene had observed her enthusiastic response to his roommate's
table fucking meant that he had succeeded in degrading her once again.
She had no secrets from him now. Not after all Sarah had endured ...
and yes, enjoyed ... under his watchful eyes. She'd been forced to suck
Gene's cock and had ended up swallowing his hot cum in great greedy
gulps, kneeling in front of him in naked abandon. Her throbbing cunt
had been fingered and tongued and she had flipped her pelvis in heated
response. She had been subjected to the perverted passions of another
woman and had writhed in forbidden ecstasy. Gene had even witnessed the
invasion of her helpless pussy by an oversized dildo and saw the
shameful way her streaming cunt welcomed the huge rubber cock. What was
the point now in trying to hold back? There was nothing new that her
brother-in-law could learn about her, so Sarah decided, with a sense of
total debasement and defeat, that she might just as well relax and
enjoy the lap-fucking she was about to receive.

Grasping her by the hips, Gene guided her naked body downward until her
parted pussy hovered directly over his taut glistening prickhead. The
huge knoblike tip poked wetly among her saturated membranes until it
found the sperm-soaked slit it sought. Once the mushroomlike head of
his dripping organ found its target, Gene pulled the split-legged
brunette down hard while he jerked his pelvis, sending his hot poker
far into her vaginal orifice.

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" Sarah cried as he penetrated her with lightning speed.
Sitting on top of him like this made his swollen shaft seem even
bigger, more punishing. It crowded her cuntal opening at a breathtaking
angle, its thick base rubbing briskly against the nub of her clitoris,
making her pussy come alive again. It throbbed in quick response,
grasping greedily at this new and glorious invader. Again and again,
Gene lifted her high in the air before yanking her down on his lap. He
fucked her mercilessly, pounding against the mouth of her womb on each
reentry, making her gasp for air. The steady friction of his pistoning
cudgel against her sensitive clitoris made the tiny organ quiver hotly.
Sarah's cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed. Her long dark hair
awhirl, she flew up and down on his distended shaft, her melonous
breasts dancing wildly. "Deeper!" she begged, her fingers clutching his
shoulders as she rode him like a broncobuster. Completely consumed by
flames of passion, the bobbing brunette knew no shame. "Split me in
two!" she pleaded, her lovely features contorted by lust.

Lenny watched the copulating couple with a look of glee upon his fleshy
face. Now that his lust had been satisfied, he was thoroughly enjoying
the role of spectator. Watching someone else fuck was another of his
secret sexual fantasies and he grinned foolishly, fondling his withered
organ as he gazed. She sure is dynamite, he observed, watching Sarah
ride his roommate's prick. Gene is one lucky son-of-a-bitch to have her
for a sister-in-law.

Gene was almost mindless with animal lust. Hurling his hips savagely,
he grunted like a pig as he tore into her. Sarah's cunt was wet and
satiny and it clung tightly to his pistoning rod, making it good for
him. He felt the mouth of her womb bump into the sensitive tip of his
organ, driving him wild with carnal joy. He jerked his hips as hard as
he could, trying to fuck her even deeper, to make his fiery shaft split
her in half. Her big tits undulating just inches from his face
increased his excitement until it rose to a feverish pitch. With one
final savage thrust of his pelvis, Gene's steaming cock erupted inside
her, sending fiery bursts of hot semen to blend with the passion juices
already coating her pulpy vaginal walls.

The violent explosion inside her innermost depths made Sarah climax
too. Their naked sweating bodies humping on the chair, the orgasming
pair moaned and whimpered in sweet release. When it was over, Sarah
collapsed on top of her brother-in-law, her sated pussy purring
contentedly. Her cunt overflowing with the combined juices of
masculinity, Sarah knew that the afterglow in which she was basking
would end all too quickly, that the pleasant warmth would soon be
replaced by the dreaded cloak of guilt, and that the familiar garment
would hang heavily on her shoulders.

* * *

Remorse and self-recrimination set in shortly after the two men had
left. Sarah tried to lose herself in housework but she still brooded
about the shameful way her body had once again responded to this
morning's illicit lovemaking. Thank God this will be all over the day
after tomorrow, she thought, recalling how Gene had promised to return
on Friday morning for their final and farewell session. Gene also
promised to forget all about the lurid photographs after that. Just as
Sarah would try to forget how she had enjoyed the lewd sex acts her
brother-in-law had forced her to participate in. And she would spend
the rest of her life trying to make it up to her husband. She would be
everything that her beloved Mike wanted her to be. Sweet and agreeable
and passive in bed. In time, maybe she would learn to be content with
Mike's mild brand of lovemaking, the way that he seemed to be.

Sarah had no way of knowing that while she was plagued with guilt, her
big burly husband was fantasizing about a platinum blonde he planned to
fuck that very evening. As he guided his truck through morning traffic,
on his way to deliver a television set he'd repaired, Mike thought
about how difficult it was becoming to hold himself in check with
Sarah. He loved his voluptuous wife so much that sometimes he almost
went out of his mind with wanting her in forbidden ways. If he didn't
make a trip to the Brewery soon, he might lose control and ram his
hungry prick into Sarah's cunt the way he intended to ram it into
Lil's. True, the divorcee did not excite him the way that his lovely
wife did. No woman did. Just looking at Sarah turned him on, made his
pulses race. But to the brawny Irishman's way of thinking, his wife was
not the kind of woman a man let himself go with in the sack. Surely his
sweet Sarah would be shocked and disgusted if he ever did any of the
things to her luscious body that he secretly longed to do.

Mike had numerous sexual fantasies concerning his beloved wife. How he
ached to shove his swollen cock into her warm mouth and watch her suck
him off the way that Lil did often. If having a slut like Lil go down
on him brought him such pleasure, how much more joy he would know if
his bubbling joint were embedded in his wife's oral cavity. Just
thinking about it made his balls tighten and his pole of masculinity
grow in his trousers. He stopped for a traffic light, another forbidden
image flashing before him. He saw Sarah's legs split far apart, her
coral pussy blossoming like delicate petals while his head came
forward. Mike's loins ached at the prospect of eating his wife's
delectable cunt, of sampling the ambrosial nectar of her sweet
femininity. He'd gone down on Lil dozens of times, sucking her well
dry, and it had been good. But how much better it would be to taste the
warm pussy juices of the woman he loved upon his tongue, to let his
eager oral member explore the crests and hollows of her inner cunt,
darting up the spongy depths of her vagina to jab and swirl. Mike was
so engrossed in his sexual fantasy that the car behind him honked its
horn to inform him that the light had turned green.

Moving forward in traffic, Mike conjured up his most treasured and
illicit fantasy of all, that of seeing his wife's pale rounded
asscheeks spread lewdly in front of him, exposing the winking eye of
her virginal asshole. Mike breathed harder, his fingers tightening on
the steering wheel as he saw himself coming up behind his wife with his
swollen prick lunging forward. He visualized his thighs nestling
against hers while he aimed his quivering prickhead at her tight little
anus. Then he saw the puckered ring widen, stretching to allow his
entry. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead at the thought of shoving his
hot penis deep into Sarah's inviolate anus, fucking her where she'd
never been fucked before. He heard her gasp in surprise, trying to pull
away while his strong arms held her firmly in place. Then he envisioned
Sarah's gasps becoming sighs and her bare ass pushing back against him,
trying to claim every inch of his burrowing organ. He saw his beloved
wife enjoy having her asshole fucked. She bucked and jerked and ground
her ass in excited little circles, begging him to go deeper, to make
her cum!

Licking his lips, Mike maneuvered the car into the inner lane for a
left-hand turn, Jesus, what the hell's wrong with me? he wondered,
turning the wheel. Thinking about Sarah like this is all wrong! She's
just not that kind of woman. But Lil, he decided with a slow smile,
definitely was that kind of woman. His massive hunk of meat throbbed
with need, Mike made up his mind to get together with the red-hot
divorcee as soon as possible. Sometimes I wish my Sarah were more like
Lil, he thought, braking for a stop sign. Instead of such an innocent.
Although china dolls were nice to look at, flesh and blood women who
knew what sex was all about were nicer to hold. If Sarah had Lil's
strong sexual appetite, there would be no need for Mike to cheat on his
wife. Instantly ashamed of his disloyal thoughts, Mike quickly
condemned himself for even comparing his wife to a lusty woman like
Lil.

* * *

Friday morning found both Mike and Sarah avoiding each other's eyes at
the breakfast table. Mike still harbored guilt from his fucking session
with Lil two nights before, while Sarah's mind was on her brother-in-
law's impending visit. Each lost in his own thoughts, they ate
breakfast in comparative silence. Sarah was relieved when Mike finally
pushed back his chair and stood up. "Have a good day, honey," he told
her, kissing her good-bye.

"You too," she replied, trying to smile. The secret knowledge that she
would be forced to cheat on her husband again in a few short hours,
however, made her face feel like cardboard. It was with great effort
that she turned the corners of her mouth upward. "See you at dinner,"
she said, walking him to the door.

She stood by the window to watch him back the truck out the drixeway
and he waved to her in passing. Everything seemed so commonplace, so
ordinary. There was nothing whatsoever to indicate that this particular
day would be a turning point in their marriage. Neither Mike nor Sarah
had the slightest inkling that it was a mere matter of hours befor all
hell broke loose and their lives would undergo a drastic and
irrevocable change!

 

Chapter 7

Gene grinned when his sister-in-law answered the door. "Well, sweet
Sarah," he said, sauntering into the livingroom with a confident air.
"This time it's just the two of us. So whaddya say we make it a time to
remember?"

Sarah looked at him with resignation. There was no way she could avoid
this final confrontation with the unprincipled young man who was
blackmailing her, so why fight the situation? She would submit to his
sexual demands this one last time. Then she would be free. And if she
managed to enjoy herself in the process, what of it? At this point, it
scarcely mattered. She had already been forced to break her marriage
vows and been stripped of her self-respect. What more did she have to
lose?

Without further ado, the voluptuous brunette led her brother-in-law
into the bedroom. Reaching into his jacket pocket, the lanky young man
withdrew the pornographic photos Sarah had posed for and held them up.
"Here they are, sweetie," he said, handing them to her. "They're all
yours now." He failed to add, however, that he had a duplicate set at
home which he planned to show his brother that very evening. Now that
he had had his fun with Sarah, it was time to destroy her marriage. He
owed it to his older brother to expose his wife for what she really
was. Mike would be upset at first. It was only natural. But in time, he
would thank Gene for opening his eyes.

In the meantime, Gene intended to make the most of his final rendezvous
with Sarah. Once he blew the whistle on her, she would no longer be
putty in his hands. But that was okay by him. His sister-in-law was no
different from any other cunt and there were still plenty of hungry
pussies willing to put out for him. In Sarah's case, the fun had been
in manipulating her, making her dance to his private tune. And watching
her pathetic attempts to pretend she hated the things he made her do.
And her humiliation each time she failed. Gene was sure that he had
just about broken her. How she had loved the vigorous lap-fucking he'd
treated her to the other morning. She'd flipped and whined on top of
him like a bitch in heat. They both knew now how she gloried to the
feel of his cock inside her pussy. Try as she might, Sarah could not
keep her ass from shimmying every time he fucked her. Gene planned to
prove his manhood again this morning. He wanted to hear his sister-in-
law beg for his suckings and fuckings as never before.

Sarah took the photos from Gene, set them down on the night stand, and
reached for the buttons of her blouse. If it hadn't been for these, she
would not be taking off her clothes right now, getting ready to spread
her legs once more for the man she hated. She sighed heavily. At least
it was almost over. As soon as Gene left, she would tear up the obscene
photos and flush them down the toilet. Then she would try to forget the
shocking things she had done in order to keep her husband from learning
the truth about her sordid past.

* * *

On his way back to the shop after picking up a color television chassis
that needed major repairs, Mike McBride braked at the busy
intersection. While he waited for the light to change, an old man
weaved his way toward him, selling bouquets of cut flowers to the
waiting motorists. When he approached his truck, Mike rolled down the
window. "How much?" he hollered.

"Two bucks," the old man replied, holding up a colorful bouquet of
mixed carnations.

On impulse, Mike reached for his wallet and withdrew two singles. He
gave the money to the vendor and grabbed the tissue-wrapped bouquet. He
smiled, thinking how pleased his wife would be at the unexpected gift.
"I should do things like this more often," he muttered under his
breath, pressing the accelerator as the light turned green. Still
riddled with guilt over his most recent indiscretion, Mike decided that
they would hire a babysitter for the following night so that he and his
wife could go out to dinner. Maybe they would even take in a movie
afterward. Mike realized, with sudden shame, that he hadn't taken his
wife out in weeks. Yet he had gone to the Brewery by himself and Sarah
had never once complained. Filled with remorse at his lack of
thoughtfulness, he decided to stop at the house and give his sweet
Sarah these carnations right now. It would mean going just a few blocks
out of his way and the colorful flowers would undoubtedly brighten
Sarah's whole day. On a gloomy overcast day like today, they should be
especially welcome. And I'll tell her to arrange for a sitter, he
thought, turning the wheel. Heading for his house, the burly Irishman
tried to imagine Sarah's reaction when he showed up with the cheerful
blooms. He could not remember the last time he brought his wife a
present like this for no reason at all other than the fact that he
loved her. I bet she'll really be surprised, he thought with a smile.
Just how surprised his wife would be at his unscheduled arrival Mike
would soon discover!

When he pulled up in front of the house, Mike's eyebrows rose at the
sight of his younger brother's red sports car. Well, I'll be! he
thought, applying the brake. Gene must have stopped by to see Sarah.
The thought pleased him for he often wished that the two people he
loved so dearly enjoyed a warmer relationship. Although neither openly
criticized the other, Mike often had the uncomfortable feeling that
Sarah and Gene were not especially fond of each other. That's why he
was always pointing out his brother's best qualities to Sarah and
bragging about his wife to his brother. So they would appreciate each
other more. He smiled, grabbing the flowers and opening the door. If
Gene was stopping by to see Sarah during the day like this, maybe
Mike's efforts were finally beginning to pay off.

Mike unlocked the back door and came into the kitchen with an expectant
look on his handsome face, thinking he would find his wife and his
brother sharing a cup of coffee. When he found the kitchen empty, he
headed for the livingroom, the bouquet of flowers hidden behind his
back. A frown creased his forehead when he saw that Sarah and Gene were
not there either. He was about to call out when he heard strange sounds
coming from the bedroom. Perplexed, the husky young man strode down the
hallway, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting. Following the
incoherent noises, he passed his daughter's empty bedroom and continued
down the corridor until he stood outside the master bedroom. The door
was slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of labored breathing
mingled with moaning cries. Completely baffled, Mike took a step
forward to peer around the partially closed door.

Suddenly the bouquet of flowers fell from his hand, dropping
noiselessly onto the carpet. His eyes widened in shock as his jaw went
slack. The air escaped from his lungs in a painful rush as though he'd
been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. A sick feeling flooded his
veins at the unbelievable sight before him. The wife he adored was
lying naked on the bed, her full lips parted and her features contorted
by lust while the brother he loved and trusted lay on top of her,
pounding his swollen prick into her uplifted cunt! Grunting and
sweating from his efforts, Gene fucked her the way that Mike himself
had never dared to screw his wife. Even more incredulous, Sarah
couldn't seem to get enough! Her legs were wrapped around his waist
like a human vise and she swirled her hips in hungry loops, welcoming,
each forceful invasion. Mike could scarcely believe his ears when Sarah
cried out in lustful abandon.

"Fuck harder!" she begged, her hands clawing his back. "Give me more,
more!"

Paralyzed by shock, Mike stood motionless, his eyes drawn to the
copulating pair like a magnet. Back in some distant corner of his mind,
a small voice told him that he should let his presence be known, that
he should take steps to end this shocking act of betrayal. But he was
unable to move. He kept staring in open-mouthed horror as his brother's
blood-filled cock mercilessly pounded his wife's grasping pussy. Gene's
huge joint was bright with passion, shimmering wetly from Sarah's milky
cuntal juices, and the wet sucking sounds of her grasping cunt
accompanied their grunts and outcries.

"Like my prick?" Gene asked, pounding into her.

"Oh yesssssss!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. "Keep
fucking!" she begged, the pointed nipples of her uplifted breasts
quivering with excitement. "Don't stop! Shove your big cock clear up to
my throat!"

As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the naked tangle of
writhing flesh, he began to feel something other than horror. The
unmistakable heat of passion crept through his loins, making his
testicles swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, straining
hotly against his trousers. He'd never seen his wife so worked up. Her
flushed face, frantic gyrations, and wanton cries were turning him on,
making his heart pound and his aching prick throb with desire. His
brother was acting out one of Mike's secret fantasies right before his
eyes, fucking his wife savagely, spearing her tunnel of love the way
Mike himself had longed to do ever since he met Sarah. Sarah was
responding the way she always did in his wild imaginings too, grinding
her foaming pussy against the root of Gene's pummeling shaft, begging
for more. Christ, she fucks even harder that Lil, he thought, breathing
hard. Look at the way she lifts her ass for a deeper fuck! And her legs
are curled around him like goddamn pretzels!

Spellbound, Mike stood gaping from behind the door while his brother
hammered into his beloved wife with fierce determination. He saw Gene's
hands slide under Sarah's creamy buttocks to lift her even higher while
he ripped into her steaming orifice like a hot poker. Sweat trickled
down his back to fade into the hairy slit of his bucking ass. His mouth
hung open and his eyes were thick lidded and glassy. He grunted as he
viciously rammed in and out, his huge prickly sacs swinging back and
forth, batting Sarah's uplifted moons with a steady rhythm.

"Oh Christ!" Gene suddenly cried, jerking his slender body even more
savagely. "I'm cumming! Aghhhhhhh!"

Her pelvis whirling with maniacal frenzy, Sarah joined her partner in
illicit orgasm. She curled her legs more tightly around his waist,
mewling and moaning as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her,
drowning her in a sea of forbidden passion. She felt the hot semen
burst within her rippling vaginal walls in sporadic jerks, blending
with her own hot juices.

Seeing the bucking pair climax released Mike from his hypnotic state of
immobility. The look of total rapture on his brother's face as he
spewed his hot seed into his wife's cuntal opening suddenly made him
regain his senses. He's shooting his wad in my Sarah's pussy! he
realized, jealous rage tearing through him like a blazing inferno,
making his blood boil! A strangled cry coming from his throat, Mike
suddenly kicked the door open and lunged at the two naked infidels like
a madman, his face purple with wrath.

Sarah's head spun in his direction and she screamed. In seconds, Mike
had his brother by the hair, lifting him off the bed as if he were a
mere child. "You doublecrossing bastard!" he yelled, hurling the
bewildered young man across the room. "Screwing my wife behind my
back!" Gene slammed into the opposite wall, grunting, then crumpled to
the floor like a marionette, a dazed expression on his face. He sat
there gazing up at his brother with incredulous eyes, his shriveled
organ still dripping its forbidden juices. Mike crossed the room in
angry strides to grab him by the throat, lifting him to his feet.

"No, wait!" Gene begged, his eyes wide with fear as his brother's
fingers closed around his throat. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, clawing at
Mike's hands, his face reddening and his eyes bulging.

"Mike, stop it!" Sarah shrieked, fearing that her enraged husband would
choke the life out of his brother. "You'll kill him! He's not worth it,
Mike!"

His fingers relaxed at Sarah's pleas. She was right. Gene wasn't worth
going to prison for. Releasing his hold on the young man's throat, Mike
clenched his fist and struck his brother in the jaw. A resounding crack
filled the air. Grunting, Gene spun backward, his thin arms flailing
wildly. When he toppled to the floor, Mike lifted his leg to kick him
savagely.

Screaming in pain, Gene doubled over, holding his rib cage. "Jesus," he
panted, his face twisted in agony as he rocked to and fro. "I think you
just broke my ribs!"

"You're lucky I didn't break your neck!" Mike spat, feeling nothing but
contempt for the cowering figure in front of him. "If you weren't my
own brother, I'd break you in two!" He grabbed his arm to yank him to
his feet. "Now get your clothes on and get the hell outa here before I
kill you!"

Whimpering like a beaten dog, Gene staggered to his feet. "You don't
understand," he said in a whining voice, reaching for his clothes.
"Sarah's no good, Mike. And I can prove it to you!" Jerking on his
pants, he reached for the pornographic photos on the night stand.
"Here!" he said, a triumphant look on his face as he handed the
pictures to Mike. "This is what your precious wife is really like!"

"No!" Sarah protested, jumping from the bed. She tried to grab the
photos away from her husband but Mike shoved her away, sending her
staggering backwards. Sobbing, the distraught brunette watched
helplessly as her husband quickly examined the photos. Her heart
pounded and a sick feeling washed over her at the dark fury in Mike's
face. "Mike, please!" she begged. "Let me try to explain!"

But he shot her a venomous look. "Seems to me things are pretty damn
clear. You've been cheating on me with my own brother and posing for
filthy pictures on the side!" Disgust and disillusionment flooded his
entire being. How could he have been so blind, go stupid not to see
that the wife he held on a pedestal had been cuckholding him? His eyes
narrowing, he turned to his brother. "Get out!" he hissed through
clenched teeth. "I'll deal with you later!"

Gene needed no further prodding. Anxious to escape his brother's fury,
he grabbed his jacket and fled from the room, his jaw throbbing and his
ribs on fire. Somehow the unscrupulous young man's scheme had
backfired. Sarah was the only person who was supposed to get hurt. "I
hope he beats the shit out of her," he muttered under his breath as he
tore out the door and ran to his car.

Naked and trembling, Sarah crouched on the bedroom floor, wondering
fearfully what Mike would do to her. "Gene made me go to bed with him!"
she gasped as Mike came toward her menacingly, unbuttoning his shirt.
"He said he'd show you those photos if I didn't!"

"Did he make you wiggle you ass like a two-bit whore too?" he demanded.
"Did he force you to wrap your legs around him and beg for more? And
did someone force you to pose for those dirty pictures too?" He laughed
mirthlessly, unzipping his trousers. "Just how dumb do you think I am,
Sarah?" he asked, coming closer, his face ominous.

"I had to do it, Mike," she explained, her face beseeching. "My mother
was sick and I needed money to take care of her. It was the only way I
could get it."

As she babbled on, trying desperately to make him understand, Mike
removed the rest of his clothing until he stood in front of her stark
naked, his huge cock bobbing in front of her face like a cobra about to
strike. But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were devouring his wife's
luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly through his veins. God,
she's gorgeous, he thought. No matter what Sarah had done, how she had
betrayed him, Mike knew that he was still hopelessly in love with her.
That she was the only woman he wanted for his own. His mouth watered at
the delectable mounds of firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor,
their rosy nipples rigid with fear. His lustful gaze swept down over
the pale rise of her smooth abdomen to the dark velvety mound between
her legs. She moved and he saw a bit of coral peek out from between her
fuzzy slit and his swelling rod grew even more, throbbing with an
urgency it had never known before.

He longed to press his tongue between her bright inner pussy folds, the
way the man in one of the lurid photos had done. And his quivering pole
of masculinity ached for the feel of Sarah's warm lips encircling it
just as her widely stretched mouth was fastened on the lust-bloated
cock in still another photo. Yes, Mike would make his faithless wife
reenact each of the four obscene poses. He would make her ride his cock
while he fucked her from below and he would order her to bend over and
spread her legs so he could screw her two-timing cunt doggie-style too.
Then he would force his wife to do something that wasn't included in
the lewd pictures, something he had secretly longed to do for far too
long. I'll give her more prick than she's ever had before, he thought,
his balls quivering in hot anticipation. Mike would fill every possible
hole with his vast joint until Sarah begged for mercy. He would prove
to her that she did not have to search elsewhere, for Mike would give
her the fucking of her life. Once he was through with her, Sarah would
know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she needed no other cock but
his!

"Get up, whore!" he ordered, yanking her by the arm to throw her across
the bed. "Let's see if I can make your ass squirm and your pussy foam
the way my brother did!" Lowering his naked body onto hers, the burly
young man crushed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her
mouth. His massive chest mashed her tits while his vast pulsating rod
poked wetly against her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He felt
the fuzziness of her pubic hair scrape against his as he bore down on
her. She lay under him tense and rigid, then as his warm lingual member
swirled within her mouth, he felt her body relax. His kiss was long and
passionate, shaking him to the very depths of his being. By the time he
drew away, both of them were gasping for air.

But Mike was just warming up. "Spread your legs," he ordered gruffly,
forcing her thighs apart to reveal the saturated tissues of her sperm-
soaked pussy. "And let me suck your cunt!" Sliding his hands under his
wife's hips, he lifted her gaping niche high and lowered his head. He
felt her legs tremble at the touch of his warm tongue upon her
sensitive inner folds. He swirled his oral member up and down the
oozing length of her slippery crack, lapping up the feminine syrup and
teasing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, making it fill with
blood.

Sarah's lips parted and she began to moan. The warm persistent organ
slithering up and down her delicate membranes was driving her wild. The
fact that it was the man she loved who was doing such marvelous things
to her throbbing pussy made her pink petals swell as never before. Her
bright bud of sensitivity rose hotly, growing more and more rigid each
time he passed over it, punishing it mercilessly. The nectar of her
arousal flowed forth only to be quickly consumed by the marvelous
voracious tongue.

"Oh eat me!" she begged, reaching down to draw his head closer. "Suck
me dry!" Sarah gasped, her pelvis jerking as Mike drew the hot nub of
her clitoris into his mouth, sucking on it ravenously. Whimpering,
Sarah pumped her hips up and down, making her husband's head bob as she
surrendered herself to a deep and penetrating orgasm. "Aghhhhhh!" she
cried, her climaxing cunt convulsing in great rippling waves.

When at last her bucking body grew still, Mike lifted his head from
between her slit. "Has anyone ever eaten your cunt better than that?"
he asked, his face smeared with the fruits of his labor.

"Oh God no!" she gasped, her mammoth breasts rising and falling with
each labored breath. "That was marvvvelllousss! The best ever!"

Satisfied that he had surpassed the performance of the male model who
devoured his wife's pussy in the obscene photo, Mike proceeded to
duplicate still another pose. "Lift your ass," he commanded. "And get
on top of me. I want to give you a cockride you'll never forget!"

Splitting her legs wide, Sarah straddled her husband, centering her
gaping cunt over the open glans of his towering cock. Without
hesitation, he rammed his great phallic length high into her innermost
depths, making her cry out with both pleasure and pain. "Oooohhhhhh!"
she protested, her senses reeling at his incredible vastness. She had
always known that her husband's cock was large, but until this very
moment she had never felt each thrilling inch of his oversized organ
with such spine-tingling intensity. It crowded her slick tunnel as
never before, its massive tip punishing her cervix with mind-shattering
force, making her senses reel.

His hands encircling her slender waist, Mike guided her up and down on
his lust-bloated hunk of meat, tearing into her with unrivaled speed
and determination. It was so magnificent, it was almost unreal. Sarah
felt her pussy come to life again, throbbing, leaking, spiraling toward
still another peak. She'd always dreamed of being fucked like this by
the man she loved but Sarah never truly expected her fantasy to become
reality. To think that all this time, her husband's sexual appetite was
every bit as lusty as hers! She wasn't oversexed, after all! They just
hadn't been communicating. But they were communicating with each other
now as never before. Mike's heavy breathing, forceful pelvic thrusts,
and glassy eyes assured her that he was enjoying himself every bit as
much as she. Her big tits whirling madly, she rode his pistoning cudgel
with a dedication she had never displayed until now. This wasn't just
an ordinary cock tearing into her ... it was Mike's magnificent pole of
masculinity.

"Oh, Mike," she gasped, every cell in her curvaceous body aflame. "Oh,
it ... feels good!" she gasped between fuckings. "You're so ... so
big!"

His wife's impassioned praise brought Mike to the epitome of carnal
sensation. Suddenly his bloated prickhead swelled even more, erupting
within her with savage force. The hot shower of semen splattering
against her vaginal walls brought the humping brunette to orgasm as
well. Crying out like a banshee, she rode her husband's squirting shaft
of flesh like a mad woman. Their mutual moanings intermingled in a
discordant duet as their naked sweating bodies climaxed in frenetic
unison.

Mike knew, by his wife's violent response, that she had just had
herself the best cockride of her life and he grinned with masculine
pride as she collapsed on top of him. Two down and two to go, he
thought, knowing which lurid photo he would make Sarah duplicate next.
Feeling his spent rod dwindle within her soaked canal, he withdrew the
limp organ and ordered her to her knees. "Go down on me!" he commanded.
"And suck some life back into my prick! Then I'll treat you to
something even better. I've saved the very best for last!"

Kneeling between her husband's outstretched legs, Sarah reached for his
withered penis and brought her head forward. The soft wormlike
appendage felt sticky between her fingers and the sharp odor of their
mingled syrups reached her nostrils, making her wince. She had often
dreamed of sucking Mike's magnificent cock but not like this. Not when
it was shriveled and mushy and soiled. The mere thought of putting it
in her mouth made a shiver of revulsion course through her. She looked
at Mike with a pleading expression, hesitating, but he laced his
fingers through her dark mane and yanked her head down hard until it
was just inches from his genitals.

"Suck!" he demanded in a harsh voice. "Suck my cock, damn you!"

Her eyes wide with fright, Sarah quickly obeyed, lifting his rubbery
joint while she brought her face forward. Mike sucked in his breath at
the feel of her warm lips closing around the shaft of his weary organ.
Her wet tongue pressed against the underside while she held onto the
base with firm fingers. Then she proceeded to suck, her cheeks
billowing in and out while her dark head bobbed up and down. Warm
bursts of pleasure shot through Mike's naked body at the delicious
drawing sensations. Sarah sucked so vigorously that his shaft of
manhood quickly responded. His twin sacs swelled and filled and his
prick grew rapidly within her oral cavity. His breath coming faster,
Mike watched her go down on him, admiring the tempting curve of her
pale moons, the way her huge breasts danced and undulated, their rosy
tips jutting enticingly.

"Squeeze my balls!" he gasped, craning his neck. "Ahhhhhhhh," he moaned
in approval when her other hand began to massage his aching testicles.
His distended joint had almost reached its full capacity and it pounded
hotly under her oral ministrations. God, she could suck! She yanked at
his swelling rod even harder than Lil! Suddenly he felt her tongue
flick at the widening tip of his bloated organ and he jerked his hips
in quick response. Around and around it swirled in maddening circles,
driving him wild with pleasure. When the pointed tip toyed with his
leaking glans, stretching it so that her warm lingual member could dart
down inside to jab and titillate, he arched his back, his fingers
clawing her tresses. "Ohhhhhhhh, that's goooooood!" he gasped.

Now that her husband's swollen shaft was stiff again, Sarah went at her
lewd task with the gusto of a harlot. His prick felt all smooth and
firm and satiny the way she had always dreamed it would. Because she
had sucked him clean, only the bittersweetness of his warm precoital
juices coated her tongue. The pungent flavor of his masculinity made
the blood roar through her veins and her mouth hunger for even more of
his delicious manhood. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth wider,
taking every possible Inch of his vastness into her mouth while the
bubbling mushroom tip bumped the back of her throat. She fought the
urge to gag. Instead she lowered her head still further so that his
warm prickhead slid down her throat.

"Mmmmmmmph!" she grunted. Her mammoth tits awhirl, she rode up and down
his huge shaft so that only a small portion of the shimmering saliva-
coated organ was visible on each downstroke. She was on fire now,
totally consumed by her carnal act. Searing flames of passion licked at
her pussy. Her eyes were hooded with pleasure and her pounding cunt was
ablaze with sexual excitement. Never had a man's prick felt so
incredibly huge, so utterly delicious. "Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph!" she
grunted, her cheeks billowing in and out, her lovely features contorted
by lust. She bobbed up and down feverishly, longing to suck him to
completion, to feel his steaming juices erupt in her mouth so that she
could swallow his hot cum.

But Mike had other plans. Even though Sarah's mouth and tongue were
bringing him unsurpassed pleasure, he knew it was time to stop. If he
let her voracious oral cavern tug at his pulsating rod much longer, he
would shoot his wad. And the big Irishman had an even more tempting
spot in mind. The look of sheer rapture on his wife's flushed face, the
eager manner in which her fingers kneaded his balls assured him that
she liked the feel of his warm meat inside her mouth. The way she
yanked on him proved, without a doubt, that his mouth fucking surpassed
the oral screwing Sarah got when she posed for the lurid photo.
Satisfied that he'd proved his masculine superiority, Mike tightened
his grip on Sarah's hair and lifted her head. His saliva-coated rod
slipped wetly away and she looked at it longingly like a child who had
just had a lollipop snatched away from his mouth.

"That's enough far now," he told her. "But don't worry, baby. From now
on, you're gonna give me regular blow-jobs. And next time, I wanna see
you swallow my cum. All of it, you understand?" He chuckled at the
eager nod of her head, the way her eyes glittered. Sarah's sexual
appetite even surpassed that of the lusty divorcee he'd been screwing
on the side. If only he had known what his wife was really like! Mike
knew, with swift certainty, that there would be no more clandestine
meetings with Lil. Sarah was not only prettier and more voluptuous, she
outsucked and outfucked the blonde as well. The time had come for the
ultimate test. If his wife passed this final exam, Mike was certain
that neither of them would ever stray again.

"Get up!" he ordered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "And
bend over and give me your ass so I can fuck you doggie-style!" Sarah
scrambled to her feet, bending submissively over the side of the bed,
spreading her legs eagerly. Her pale moons rose temptingly and Mike
eyed the creamy slit between her fuzzy cuntal lips, seeing it quiver in
anticipation. So she liked being screwed this way! But he wasn't about
to wear himself out before the grand finale. Mike would spear her milky
slot a few times just to show Sarah that he could stab her from the
rear better than any other stud she'd offered her two-timing ass to.

Positioning himself directly behind his naked wife, he grabbed her
rounded hips and poked his hot jutting shaft into her uplifted cunt.

"Oooooohhh," the brunette sighed as she thrilled to the pressure of
this new invasion. Wriggling her ass, she butted against him, trying to
consume more of his vastness. "Ooohhhhhh, that feels so goooooood!" she
moaned, meeting his powerful forward thrusts by pushing backward. Her
eyelids grew heavy and her arms trembled on the edge of the bed.
"Deeper!" she begged, her hips working in swift harmony with those
pressing against hers.

Mike fucked in and out of her with carefully measured strokes, but his
eyes were riveted to the sphincter muscle directly above her cuntal
opening. He licked his lips greedily, his eyes bright. He waited until
Sarah was skewering back on him vigorously, offering her great white
ass in total surrender, before he launched his attack. With admirable
skill and timing, he withdrew his lust-bloated organ completely,
waiting for the next backward thrust of his wife's hips. His hands
clutching her hips even tighter, the brawny young man aimed his
quivering bubbling shaft of meat at the tiny ring of unsuspecting flesh
directly above her oozing vagina. When her lunging behind came toward
him, he inserted his mammoth prickhead into the tight orifice between
her buttocks, hurling his hips forward.

Sarah cried out in pain at the cruel invasion. Her entire body
stiffened in protest and she tried to pull her hips forward. Her
efforts were in vain, for Mike's tightly clenched fingers held her
firmly in place. "Aghhhhhhh!" she screamed when he pushed harder into
her burning asstunnel. Her inviolate orifice puckered violently in
outrage and sharp tearing pains ripped through her rectum. "Oh stop!"
she begged, gasping for air. "Oh God, it hurts!"

Hearing her agonized cries gave Mike a perverse thrill. He pushed
harder, sending his swollen punishing joint deeper into her unwilling
aperture. He felt her buttocks tense and heard her gulp for air. Her
struggles were making his invasion even more painful for her. Jerking
his pelvis, he burrowed into her even more, forcing her virginal anus
to stretch wider despite its reluctance.

"Please don't!" she pleaded, sobbing. "I can't stand it! You'll split
my ass! Oh stop, stop!"

But Mike had no intention of desisting. He tore into her more savagely,
burying his huge cock in her tightly constricted rectum. He had
accomplished the first part of his mission, for his faithless wife was
begging for mercy. Satisfied that he had given her enough pain, Mike
decided that it was time to give her pleasure.

He withdrew one of his hands from her hip to stroke the creamy slit
located under his deeply embedded organ. His probing fingers slithered
across her saturated membranes until they found the nub of her
clitoris. He squeezed it gently, teasingly feeling it rise under his
touch. As his fingers continued to caress the tiny penislike structure,
he felt his wife's tense body begin to relax. She stopped trying to
jerk her pelvis forward and her sobs diminished. Mike waited until her
hot nub of femininity was filled with blood, stiff under his touch,
before he withdrew his other hand from her pelvis. When his hand left
the curve of her hip, Sarah did not try to pull away. Mike shoved the
first two fingers of his left hand up the brunette's creamy vagina
while he continued to torment her swollen clitoris with his other hand.
He heard the sudden rush of air whoosh from her lungs as she sighed in
pleasure.

Slowly, her hips began to move again. The burning of her tormented
asshole was accompanied by a definite throbbing now. Ripples of
pleasure-pain coursed through her body. Her crowded rectum relaxed,
opening wide to welcome its determined invader at last. Her body began
to work with him rather than against him. Every cell in her being was
aflame with this new and glorious carnal sensation. The triple treat of
having her anus so thoroughly invaded, her clitoris incessantly
flicked, and her vagina double-fingered was the most devastating
sensation Sarah had ever experienced.

Her full lips parted, she began to moan in ecstasy, her ass pumping
backward to suck up every possible inch of Mike's great burrowing
length. Her vaginal opening secreted heavily, its milky nectar
trickling down to coat Mike's fingers. Never in her life had she been
so thoroughly and completely conquered! Mike had fucked her cunt, her
mouth, and now he was infiltrating still another orifice. Drunk with
passion, she skewered back on his hot spear with dedication. Her cheeks
flushed and her eyes glassy, she surrendered herself completely to his
masterful invasion.

"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned, lifting her ass high in the air. "Fuck, fuck!
Deeper, harder! Oh give me more, more!"

"Do you like having your asshole fucked?" Mike asked, breathing heavily
as he tore into her.

"Yesssssss," she replied, shimmying wildly.

"Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"

"Never!" she gasped, her legs trembling at the feel of his relentless
fingers soaring up her oozing cunt, the steady pinching and tweaking of
her fiery clitoris. "And I love it! I love you! Oh, Mike, Mike, keep
fucking! Ohhhhhhhh!"

Triumph surged through his veins. He was intoxicated by the thrilling
knowledge that he was fucking his wife where no cock had ever been
before. He alone had claimed her virgin asshole, introducing her to the
most thrilling of all carnal delights and he had made her love it! She
was ramming her bucking ass up against him like a bitch in heat,
begging for more. He had never seen such a heated response. The
realization that he had conquered her completely filled him with a
heady sense of power, making him feel more masculine and virile than
ever before. That and the magnificent tightness of her grasping asshole
brought him to the apex of physical joy. Jerking his hips violently, he
ripped into her again and again until his great shaft of flesh
exploded, sending its scalding contents splattering against the tender
walls of her crowded rectum. His handsome features altered by lust, he
cried out in wild abandon. "Aghhhhhhh!" he cried, his erupting prick
emptying within her innermost depths.

Exquisitely aware of his steaming juices splattering within her newly
conquered passageway, Sarah soon joined her husband in thrilling
orgasm. A strange catlike sound tore from her throat as she bucked and
jerked, surrendering herself to the most devastating climax of her
entire life. Her tormented clitoris fluttered wildly while the walls of
her finger-filled vagina swelled and convulsed. The volcanic eruption
deep within her asshole heightened her response, making her head reel
while her heart pounded. Kaleidoscopic lights whirled in front of her
eyes and she heard a ringing in her ears. Their sweating bodies working
in unsurpassed accord, the bucking pair ascended the apex of carnal joy
together, climbing to new and glorious heights of sensation, sharing
the most soul-searing devastating orgasms of their lives.

When at last their epilectic seizures ceased, they collapsed on the bed
in a sated heap.

Once Sarah had caught her breath, she reached out to run her hand
across her husband's chest. Never before had she felt so feminine, so
womanly, so totally possessed by a man. Bathed in the warmth of
afterglow, she was filled with love and tenderness for the man who had
just claimed her so magnificently, so superbly. He had made love to her
in every conceivable manner, surpassing anything she had ever known
before. His warm cum trickled slowly from her dual apertures and the
taste of his precoital juices still lingered on her tongue. Sarah now
knew that she was not oversexed, after all, that Mike's libido was
every bit as powerful as hers. And she also knew that for the first
time in her life, she would know total satisfaction without suffering
from guilt afterward. And she knew why. It was because Mike was her
husband, the man she loved and cherished with all her heart. That made
everything good and clean and right between them the way it could never
be with anyone else. Somehow she had to make him understand about those
awful photos and her reasons for going to bed with his brother.

"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close. "I love you so! Oh,
darling, can you ever forgive me?" Her words coming in a rush, she
tried, once more, to explain why she had posed for those pictures in
the first place.

This time Mike listened, his arms reaching out to cradle her. When she
got to the part about Gene's attempted blackmail, Mike's jaw clenched
and his eyes darkened in anger. Because he had idolized his younger
brother so, it was hard to accept the fact that Gene would stoop so
low. But he knew it was so, for he had witnessed his betrayal with his
own eyes. Ugly and painful as it was, Mike had to face the truth.

"I was afraid to let you see those photos, Mike," she went on, her
voice choking with emotion. "I didn't think you'd understand, that
you'd hate me, so I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage." A
strangled sob tore from her throat. "Oh I've been such a fool!"

"So have I, darling," Mike conceded, sighing heavily. His fingers
caressing her shoulder, he confessed that he had been cheating on her
as well.

"Oh, Mike," she whispered, snuggling close. "I love you so! Oh,
darling, can you ever forgive me?"

Mike's face softened. "I guess I can see why you resorted to taking
that modeling job, after all," he said with a heavy sigh when she
finished. "Desperation can make us do things we'd never consider
otherwise," he added, thinking how his own desperate need for physical
release had driven him into the arms of other women.

"I didn't think you'd understand, that you'd hate me," Sarah continued.
"So I did what Gene wanted. To save our marriage," she added with a
little sob. "Oh I've been such a fool!"

"So have I," he said, pulling her close. "I love you so!" His heart
overflowing, Mike brought his lips down on hers. Their bodies straining
close, they lost themselves in a warm and tender embrace. Their fervant
kiss washed away all the hurt and betrayal and misunderstanding between
them, leaving only love in its stead. By the time they drew apart,
their eyes were shining with a newfound joy.

The End