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