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Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : Blackmailed Sister-In-Law

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Blackmailed Sister-In-Law (M+/F, reluc, blkmail)
by Anonymous Author
first published by TheEditor

***

   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 back-
ward 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 excite-
ment. "Don't stop! Shove your big cock clear up to my
throat!"

   As Mike's voyeuring eyes continued to observe the 
naked tangle of writhing flesh, he began to feel 
something other than horror. The unmistakable heat of 
passion crept through his loins, making his testicles 
swell and tighten while his penis grew rapidly, 
straining hotly against his trousers. He'd never seen 
his wife so worked up. Her flushed face, frantic 
gyrations, and wanton cries were turning him on, making 
his heart pound and his aching prick throb with desire. 

   His brother was acting out one of Mike's secret 
fantasies right before his eyes, fucking his wife 
savagely, spearing her tunnel of love the way Mike 
himself had longed to do ever since he met Sarah. Sarah 
was responding the way she always did in his wild 
imaginings too, grinding her foaming pussy against the 
root of Gene's pummeling shaft, begging for more. 
Christ, she fucks even harder that Lil, he thought, 
breathing hard. Look at the way she lifts her ass for a 
deeper fuck! And her legs are curled around him like 
goddamn pretzels!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Her eyes wide with fright, Sarah quickly obeyed, 
lifting his rubbery joint while she brought her face
forward. Mike sucked in his breath at the feel of her
warm lips closing around the shaft of his weary organ.
Her wet tongue pressed against the underside while she
held onto the base with firm fingers. Then she proceeded
to suck, her cheeks billowing in and out while her dark
head bobbed up and down.

   Warm bursts of pleasure shot through Mike's naked
body at the delicious drawing sensations. 

Sarah sucked so vigorously that his shaft of manhood 
quickly responded. His twin sacs swelled and filled and 
his prick grew rapidly within her oral cavity. His 
breath coming faster, Mike watched her go down on him, 
admiring the tempting curve of her pale moons, the way 
her huge breasts danced and undulated, their rosy tips 
jutting enticingly.

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

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

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

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

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

   "Get up!" he ordered, swinging his legs over the 
side of the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Yesssssss," she replied, shimmying wildly.

   "Has anyone ever fucked your ass before?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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