BSS-623 The Seductive Sister-In-Law
[aka 'The Photo Swappers Volume I']
by Raymond Travis.


Chapter 1

	Stepping out of the warm driving shower onto a plush yellow towel, Betty 
Howard lifted her thick honey-colored hair from her long delicately arching 
neck and looked at her youthful reflection in the full length bathroom mirror 
with an involuntary self-satisfaction.  It was hard not to be proud of the 
wide-spaced green eyes gazing back at her, slanted slightly above high 
cheekbones, blinking back at her with a growing amusement; it was 
exhilarating to be such a beautiful young woman and beneath her quiet and 
modest temperament she enjoyed it.  Though she would celebrate her 
twenty-sixth birthday this very summer, her fully curving voluptuous body was 
every bit as firm and taut as a teenager's-high-set round breasts curving 
down over a slender girlish waist to round luscious hips; a flat smooth 
stomach and full-swelling thighs; breathtakingly curved calves tapering down 
to small well-formed ankles. 
	But a look of pained bewilderment clouded the green eyes and she let the 
long slightly damp hair fall to her shoulders with an air of weary 
discouragement.  She stepped closer to the mirror, gazing searchingly at the 
picture of perfection, and almost wished she were not so lovely; in that 
context she might be able to make more sense of Kent's peculiarly indifferent 
attitude towards her lately.  It had been over a week now since they had made 
love and she was willing to accept that as natural after three years of 
marriage.  But even when he did approach her nowadays, she sensed a certain 
lack of fire.  It was almost as though he were performing a duty ...
	A high feminine squeal of laughter from the patio interrupted this 
depressing chain of thought.  Betty wrapped a soft towel around her naked 
torso and lifted one of the slats in the venetian blinds with a long 
perfectly manicured fingernail, peeking out at her brother-in-law and his new 
bride who had arrived from out of town just that morning.  Her eyes narrowed 
and focused more sharply on the strange picture confronting her: Bob's lean 
and muscular body was spread out on the chaise lounge in white swim trunks 
that contrasted with his deep tan and set off his silvery blonde hair while 
the petite dark-haired Shirley, in a snug black bikini that was at least two 
sizes too small for her, was trying to sit in Bob's lap.  Her lushly curving 
buttocks slid down onto his pelvis and his arms swooped out to grab her by 
the elbows and cast her off.  But she laughed and bounced right back onto the 
thickly bulging protuberance now fully apparent straining against his swim 
trunks.  Betty blushed and stepped away from the window, exiting quickly for 
the adjoining master bedroom.  This wouldn't do at all, her mind raced while 
she pulled on her slacks and shuffled her feet into sandals.  Not in front of 
their new neighbors!  Still zipping up her tight slacks, she hurried to the 
kitchen for the coffee she had left percolating on the counter.
	Another squeal of laughter erupted from the backyard as Betty set the coffee 
pot onto the kitchen table.  She turned and faced the window, running her 
fingers nervously through a stray strand of soft blonde hair.  She didn't 
have the faintest idea how to handle the situation and in a moment she would 
have to say something!  Although they lived in a secluded area on the North 
Shore of Long Island, their nearest neighbors might see the goings-on across 
the well-trimmed hedges that separated the long spacious back lawns from each 
other.  She had nothing against a little innocent love-play-God knows she and 
Kent had once done it-but there was something flamboyant and very unsettling 
about the way Shirley and Bob were pawing each other right out in public.  
Kent's younger brother and his wife had come to stay with the Howards a few 
days ago and were planning to move into a place on the other side of Long 
Island as soon as the apartment was furnished and redecorated.  Meanwhile, 
Betty was beginning to wonder what she would have to put up with, and she 
sighed to herself and leaned out the window.
	"Hey, Beautiful," Bob's low voice echoed across the lawn before she could 
speak.  "C'mon out and join the party!"
	Betty filled her coffee cup, set it in the saucer, and quickly pushed open 
the screened kitchen door.  The late afternoon light cast long cool shadows 
across the grey flagstone patio, but the sun was still bright enough to be 
dazzling as it reflected in the kidney-shaped swimming pool behind Bob and 
Shirley.
	"Nothing stronger than coffee for you, Betty?" Bob remarked as she 
approached the couple.
	"I think I'll wait 'til just before dinner, thanks," she smiled and relaxed 
her lithely curving back into a lounge chair in front of them.
	Shirley smiled demurely at Betty and raised her Scotch to full sensuous 
lips.  "It's really wonderful to be treated so warmly, Betty.  I almost feel 
like I were part of the family."
	"God, honey, you are," Bob said, and leaned over to his new wife and gave 
her a softly brushing kiss.  "Mrs. Howard, this is Mrs.  Howard.  You have 
already been introduced, I presume?" he chortled, running his fingers under 
the straps of her bathing suit that cupped her large smoothly uptilting 
breasts in little more than a thin strip of black cloth.
	Shirley swatted him away, but Betty felt herself blush as she had earlier 
when watching the couple's sex play through the window, and forced a laugh to 
conceal her embarrassment.  "I thought we'd put some steaks on the grill 
tonight.  How does that sound?"
	Bob stared into his drink for a moment, then lifted his eyes and studied the 
snug apple-curve of Betty's full firm breasts that protruded tightly against 
her blouse.  "I think that sounds as delicious as you look.  What do you 
think about that, baby?" he said, turning to Shirley, who had raised a hand 
to her mouth, suppressing laughter.
	Betty Howard stiffened in her chair, unable to cope with the suggestive 
conversation.  This new salacious side of Bob's personality was unfamiliar to 
her, and she wondered if his new wife, Shirley, didn't have some influence on 
his actions.  Kent's younger brother had always been known as the shy one and 
at times Betty had thought that the two of them might have been better 
matched than she and her husband.  But now she questioned her earlier 
feelings.  She stood up from her chair and, looking down at the two of them, 
smoothed her blouse into the waistline of her tight-fitting slacks.
	She excused herself and returned to the house.  Lord, they had unsettled her 
so that she did need a drink, she thought, picking the newspaper off the 
front porch.  She fixed herself a Scotch and soda and sat in the living room, 
sipping on it and scanning headlines.  Later, she noticed that it was getting 
dark, and she set the steaks out on the backyard grill and rejoined Bob and 
Shirley on the patio.
	"I guess it's time for that drink we were talking about," she smiled, having 
regained her composure.
	"Now that sounds more like it," Bob grinned back, and poured a tumbler of 
Scotch into an ice filled glass.  "And while you're enjoying yourself with 
it, I'll keep an eye on the steaks."
	Bob shifted off the chair and strode to the sizzling grill at the edge of 
the patio.  Betty couldn't help admiring the sight of her brother-in-law's 
long sinuous legs and the boyish roundness of his buttocks as he turned his 
back to Shirley and Betty seated in lounge chairs across from each other.  
Yes, she probably had been jumping to wild conclusions about changes in Bob's 
character when he had made those playful comments to her an hour earlier.  
She and Bob had always been like brother and sister.  She was just nervous 
because of Kent not being home and his odd detached behavior over the past 
few weeks.  As she sipped from her Scotch, she felt more warmly disposed 
towards Shirley; even though the girl was something of a sex-kitten, she had 
a rambunctious liveliness to her that she would find quite charming in less 
tense moments.
	"Worried about Kent?" Shirley asked in a sure sounding voice.
	Betty laughed and sipped from her drink again.  "Was that a statement of 
fact or a question?"
	Shirley lifted one delicately curving ankle onto the low-setting cast iron 
table that separated the two women.  Despite herself, Betty felt slightly 
astounded at the girl's brazenness; her tightly fitting bikini panties just 
covered the sensuous vee of her crotch and the gentle curve of her genital 
area was clearly evident from beneath the tight press of the cotton material. 

	"Probably both," Shirley laughed at herself.
	"I know how it is when I miss Bob ... when he's been off on a business trip, 
for example."
	"You kids have been married for less than six months," Betty said, her voice 
rising somewhat.  "But I'll confess that I never get used to it either."
	Shirley gave Betty a warm-eyed smile, and drew her chair up closer to her 
and leaned across the coffee table.  She ran one of her fingers in an almost 
conscious gesture across the large smoothly uplifting rise of her breasts, 
finally settling her hand on the tanned flatness of her belly.
	"Speaking woman to woman," Shirley said with a candid look.  "There are ways 
of satisfying yourself without hurting yourself or your husband."
	"I - I don't know what you mean," Betty blurted out, feeling herself blush 
openly for the third time that day.  "Kent is a very attentive husband-when 
he's home-and I really am quite satisfied with our relationship."
	The conversation was taking an intimate turn that made Betty uncomfortable 
again.  She took a large gulp from her Scotch and discovered to her surprise 
that she had finished all of it.  Shirley must be trying to appear liberal 
and modern, she concluded, and it rather irritated her to be lectured about 
sex by a woman five years younger than she was.  Still, she thought she knew 
what Shirley was talking about, and was frankly quite interested in hearing 
more.  Before she had been married, she had given way to her sensual urges by 
massaging her nipples and touching herself down between her legs, but she had 
always felt terribly guilty afterwards.  She had never heard any other woman 
openly admit that she had done it-either before or after marriage, and her 
own problems with Kent and the needs of her body that she had been made 
acutely aware of during the last few weeks were too great for her to deny 
Shirley the opportunity to talk more about it.
	"Doesn't it bother Bob, that you, uh, try to satisfy yourself that way?" she 
asked obliquely, surprised to find her gaze cast at the tight fit of Bob's 
swim suit and the muscular stretch of his thighs as he bent over the grill 
behind Shirley.
	"Not at all," Shirley said brightly.  "As a matter of fact, it's quite the 
opposite."
	"Well, I'm glad," Betty laughed, almost giddily.  "I think I'll make myself 
another drink.  It looks like Bob will be working over those steaks for a few 
minutes."
	The sun had set below the gentle rise of hills behind the house by the time 
the steaks and green salad and potatoes that had been cooked in aluminum foil 
over the charcoal coals sat before the three in-laws at the dinner table.  
After her three drinks, Betty felt considerably more relaxed.  It seemed that 
she had been needlessly uneasy with Bob and Shirley earlier, and now that Bob 
had shown himself quite helpful as chef and Shirley had demonstrated a 
genuine interest in her relationship with Kent, she felt a tingle of warmth 
for the young couple.  They were happily married, and perhaps their open show 
of sensual appetite that afternoon merely demonstrated this.  It was dark by 
the time they had finished eating and the plates had been cleared from the 
patio.  The sky was lit with a sparkling of stars that vaguely illuminated 
the three faces that were occasionally brightened by the ember of a 
cigarette.
	"Bob," Shirley's soft voice interrupted a long silence.  "I think we've got 
an absolutely gorgeous sister-in-law.  You two would make a beautiful couple 
with your matching blonde hair."
	Through the shadows Betty could make out Bob pushing forward in his chair.  
His hand darted to the plane of his wife's knee, then his darkened face 
turned toward Betty.  "No need to break us up, honey.  I could handle the 
both of you," he chuckled dreamily and sank back in his chair.  "A blonde and 
a brunette.  One on each side!"
	Then he was silent again.  This is so odd, Betty shivered with fear as she 
had done earlier.  I have been with these people for six hours and my 
feelings have already changed towards them twice.  She tried to force the 
next thought out of her mind, fearing that she had let her confidence in 
Shirley go too far; had she put too much trust in the woman, and had she been 
wise to express her true feelings about her loneliness honestly?  In her 
preoccupation she hadn't noticed Shirley's hand move from the upper part of 
his thigh and play over the again slightly rising bulge of his bathing 
trunks.  Had she seen correctly? 
	Then she saw the hand move again.  Shirley shifted her leg slightly and the 
man's hand slid across the girl's hip that was barely visible lying 
outstretched to the side of the lounge chair.  At first, Betty had thought 
the hand on Bob's loins might have been a casual slip, but it remained there, 
and as her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she could see the fingers 
squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to provoke him into further 
hardness.
	Betty lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair.  She could see a repeat 
of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only this time it 
looked like the couple were far more serious in their intentions.  If she got 
up now and went into the living room it would be only too obvious why she had 
left, so she decided to stay for a moment and finish her cigarette.  If she 
could only keep her eyes off the couple who sat just a few feet away from 
her!  Their bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer 
and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as they 
touched each other.  Despite her resolve, she discovered her own nipples 
hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of the bra that pressed down 
on her full smoothly rounded breasts.  She shifted in her seat, hoping the 
warming sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled 
lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made her 
increasingly uncomfortable.  God, it had to stop!  The couple was completely 
oblivious to anything but themselves, and in a moment, she knew they would be 
engaged in something far more serious than petting in front of her.
	"I think I'll go inside and make some coffee," she said lightly and stood 
up, fluffing back her honey-blonde hair that had fallen loosely across her 
breasts.  "I'll let you love-birds stay out here until it gets too chilly.  
The coffee will be perking on the stove when you come in."
	She looked down at Bob and Shirley still embraced, their hands continuing to 
wander in sensuous little circles across one another's bodies.  Their 
indifference to her seemed total, and she experienced the odd feeling of 
being a complete stranger in her own backyard.  As she turned to leave, she 
glimpsed Bob press his face against Shirley's cheek.  The moon had risen over 
the trees that rose up behind the swimming pool and a bright arc of light 
flowed across the gleaming flagstone patio.  Bob's mouth moved closer to 
Shirley's moist full lips, and suddenly he kissed her.  The wetly sucking 
sound of the girl receiving his tongue seemed to reverberate across the yard. 
 A kiss, innocent enough between two newlyweds, Betty thought to herself as 
she reentered the kitchen, but somehow it had a deeper significance.  What 
was happening to her?  Why did such trivial things make such an impression on 
her consciousness?
	She set the electric coffee percolator on the counter and lit another 
cigarette.  Then she went to the pantry and lifted a cup and saucer from a 
cupboard.  She paused, her mind abstracted again, and set the crockery back 
on the closet shelf.  What she needed now was another drink.  Her nerves were 
on edge, and maybe another glass of Scotch would be helpful.  Kent wouldn't 
be home until quite late-if at all-and she had to have something to dampen 
that insatiable burning that seemed to erupt inside her belly from time to 
time.  During the first two years of their marriage Kent had been a tender 
and attentive lover despite the fact that she had been far from the 
responsive woman in bed she knew she should have been.  But during the last 
few months he had grown increasingly distracted with his job.  At least, she 
thought it had been his growing responsibilities with the corporation that 
had forced him to stay up nights in his office or their den mulling over 
contracts.  But there had been other signs that indicated that his 
preoccupation was caused by more than business problems.  About a year ago, 
he began returning from work quite late in the evenings and a few times, 
without previous warning, he didn't return until morning.  They'd had some 
heated discussions about his prolonged absences, but she'd always tried to 
avoid turning those slight arguments into full-blown fights.  The question in 
the back of her mind that she scarcely was able to ask herself was whether he 
was involved in something - she couldn't really admit to herself that Kent 
just might be having an affair with another woman.
	"Oh, stop it, Bob, not out here," she heard Shirley's voice ring out from 
the backyard.  "Don't touch me like that!  It drives me crazy."
	She rose from the table again, this time not merely irritated with Bob and 
Shirley, but plainly angry.  She could hear the faint creak of lounge chairs 
as their bodies must have been shifting onto one another.  The sound came 
floating through the thick shrubbery and echoed with astounding clarity in 
the kitchen.  What was he doing to her that she should make such an obviously 
half-hearted protest?"
	"Oh, not again, ooooh, that tickles," she heard Shirley's voice cry out, 
deep panting groans accompanying her low guttural cries of pleasure.  "Don't 
be such an anxious boy ...  Oh, oh, no, not again!" 
	Betty stood up at the window and pulled open the blinds.  The oblong light 
from the kitchen shone out across a line of low trimmed bushes backing the 
patio and reflected off the coffee table in front of the couple.  She could 
see Shirley seated on Bob's lap and in the half-darkness it looked as though 
the girl had her bikini top pulled partially down.  Yes, there was no doubt 
about the fact that two white melon shaped mounds of her breasts were 
exposed, and she could see Bob's hands running across them, his fingers 
circling the wide pink aureoles and the stiffly pointing nipples.  She pulled 
away from the window and her shadow cut across the rectangle of light.  They 
were still now.  They certainly had seen her and would stop this disgusting 
exhibition.
	"Ohhhhh, God, Bob," the low groan of pleasure coming from a soft feminine 
voice continued louder than ever, interrupted by a scraping of the lounge 
chair against the stones of the patio.  "There you go again.  Oh, now stop 
it!  We can't do anything about it 'til after dinner!"
	And then the girl broke out into a peal of teasing laughter that sent 
shivers of repulsion at their brazen actions and, strangely enough, quivers 
of sympathetic pleasure racing through Betty's abdomen and into the 
soft-downed "V" of her vaginal area.  She thought for a moment about how 
Shirley had spoken of the way she satisfied herself when she got into a state 
similar to the one Betty was in now.  But her anger at the couple for making 
such a demonstration of themselves squelched any desire to indulge herself in 
such a way-her guilt would be too great.  God, even now she felt ashamed of 
herself for getting excited over the young couple's love-play.  She heard the 
clink of glasses and the splash of liquor being carelessly poured; then Bob's 
voice rang out: "Betty, baby, we need a real woman to liven things up.  
Shirley here doesn't want to put out for me!"
	"That's your problem," Betty called out gaily through the back windows but 
inside she was shuddering.  Thank God it was too dark now for the neighbors 
to see anything, and she doubted if the voice would carry that far.
	She pulled down the blinds, shut off the kitchen light and went into the 
living room.  Her uneasiness with the young in-laws had returned, and her 
fear of them gave her a strength in resisting their overly-familiar teasing 
of her that she didn't have before.  She flicked on the lamp next to the 
couch and sat down.  At least, she had the benefits of Kent's job which 
brought in a considerable sum of money, and even though she knew she was 
being a bit selfish, she felt a sense of pride in the belongings they had 
acquired through the last few years.  The stereo-color TV ensemble facing her 
from the dark walnut paneling across the room testified to this, as did the 
gaily-designed Persian rug, and precious Steuben glass ornaments that adorned 
their imposing mantle-piece.  Some of these things were symbols of their 
prosperity, such as the swimming pool and the collection of paintings they 
were beginning to collect-she especially like some of the modern ones-and yet 
they were comforts, not really to be thought of as luxuries when you came 
down to it.  
	She finished off the drink she had brought with her from the kitchen and set 
it down carefully on a coaster on an end table.  The tension of the afternoon 
and evening had made her tired, and she decided to go to bed before Shirley 
and Bob came in.  She walked to the vestibule and locked the front door, then 
walked through the family-room porch off the living room, glancing up at Bob 
and Shirley still outside.
	"I'm locking this door, but you can come in through the kitchen," she 
announced.
	"Kent must be some kind of nut to leave such a gorgeous creature as you 
alone these sexy summer nights," Bob sighed at her lit-up figure, and Betty 
thought she could see him shaking his head dramatically.
	"Well, he has lots of work to do," Betty mumbled back dispiritedly behind 
the door.  "Otherwise, he'd certainly be here for your first day with us ...  
I'm locking the door."
	"Good, and before you do that you come out and skinny dip with us," Bob 
teased across the lawn.
	"Yeah, c'mon, Betty," Shirley cut in giggling.  "Let's give him a thrill."
	"I don't want to get my hair wet," Betty heard her voice croak back inanely.
	Bob persisted.  "Look you get too lonesome tonight, Betty, just knock on the 
guest room and climb in bed with us, right, Shirley?" 
	"Okay ... why not?" Shirley laughed.
	Betty managed to laugh too, but quickly locked the door and hurried back to 
the living room.  She shut the door of her bedroom just as the sounds of 
Shirley and Bob entering the kitchen disturbed the peaceful silence of the 
house.  Bob was laughing and Shirley's high feminine squeal of delight seemed 
to follow him.  They must be at the liquor cabinet now, Betty thought with 
sudden contempt.  Well, let them drink; what she needed was a good night's 
sleep.
	She undressed in the pale, amber light from the nightstand lamp and stood 
looking at herself briefly in the full-length mirror on the closet door, 
feeling an unguarded pride in her perfectly formed body as seen in the 
diffused glow.  Sometimes she felt so old inside, yet the proof of her 
voluptuous youth could be seen in the fresh bloom of her firmly rounding 
breasts with their lush pink aureoles and in the subtle curve of her 
hour-glass waist that flowed as in an artist's careful line down to the taut 
girlish curve of her full swelling thighs.  She put on the long white 
nightgown that she wore only seldom- strangely, on occasions like this when 
she was feeling lonely without Kent-and then switched off the lamp and slid 
beneath the covers of the huge, king-sized bed.
	She lay there for awhile, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling, thinking 
of Bob and of what she had witnessed between Shirley and him, the brazen 
little bitch, that afternoon.  Bitch.  The word almost hung on her lips, and 
she wondered why she was venting her anger at Shirley alone.  Was she jealous 
of her brother-in-law's wife?  No, she was sincerely angry, she thought, for 
what the young woman had provoked him into doing.  Yet, when her conscience 
relaxed she found herself thinking of her husband's younger brother, trying 
to remember how he looked in those tight fitting bathing trunks-the way he 
had bent over the girl and how his buttocks stretched the skin-close cotton 
material.  Oddly, Betty found herself trying to picture Bob making love, 
trying to see in her mind's eyes his erect cock throbbing with desire and his 
handsome face contorted in passion.  But then waves of shame washed over her 
and she thought, Oh god, I mustn't even think such wicked things, not about 
Bob, not about my own husband's brother!
	She lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into a 
blank.  Silence again.  Whatever had been happening in the kitchen had taken 
a quiet turn and she felt grateful for this.  But as she drifted off random 
thoughts flickered through her consciousness; thoughts that in her waking 
hours would never have come to her, yet now sent a warm sensual feeling 
through her entire being ... his cock, she thought ...  I wonder what it's 
like ... what it feels like ...  I've never had one inside me except Kent's 
... and Kent too has a lovely cock ... and then she felt herself falling off 
to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to 
drowsiness.

* * * 

	Later, Betty awoke with a sudden start.  Sounds, faint and unintelligible, 
had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert.  She 
sat up in the bed, pulling the sheets down her legs, then set her feet onto 
the floor.  The sounds had stopped and she wondered if she just hadn't been 
awakened from a nightmare.  What was happening to her?  She remembered 
falling asleep, trying to reject those lewd ideas that had been provoked by 
Kent's absence and her in-law's provocative behavior.  Then whispering voices 
began again, as though coming from a great distance, somewhere in the living 
room, but it seemed farther off than that.  She glanced at the luminous dial 
of her watch that she had set on the bed-stand.  One o'clock.  Quite awhile 
since she'd gone to bed.
	She reached down and pushed her feet into slippers and padded across the 
thick carpet to the bedroom door.  She reached to the switch for the 
air-conditioning and turned it off, but no new sounds appeared.  Slowly, with 
a care that was really unnecessary, she turned the knob and slipped quietly 
out into the hallway.  The sounds had started again and were more pronounced 
now, and she had no difficulty telling that they were coming from the 
direction of the living room.  Her mind was still numbed from the deep sleep 
she had awakened from and she had trouble focusing her mind on what she 
should do.  A low animal-like grunt told her the obvious: Shirley and Bob had 
continued what they had begun on the patio a few hours before.
	Holding her breath, she moved up the hallway and stood immobile to the side 
of the threshold to the living room.  "Mmmmmm," the sound lolled out from a 
woman's mouth, and then another deeper grunt followed in almost rapid 
succession.  "Ohhhhh, God, yes, yesssss," Bob's voice breathed low and 
impassioned.
	Betty stood stock still, indecisive as to whether she should leave or stay.  
They had been drawing her into this, especially that little whore Shirley, 
all afternoon.  She hadn't wanted to see them do what they were doing to each 
other, and now she had been dragged from her bed to involuntarily witness it.
	"Bob, your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it," Shirley's 
voice murmured.  "And it tastes so good, round and hard in my mouth.  I want 
to suck it and suck it and suck it."
	Betty recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat.  Had 
she heard correctly?  She had known people did such things but she had always 
pushed the disgusting thought from her mind as something too low to even 
think about.
	"Now hold it in your hand, baby," she heard Bob's voice say, low and 
moaning.  "Jerk it with your fingers, yeah, oh yeah, that's good."
	Suddenly, Betty heard Shirley's voice let out a tart laugh that slowly 
turned into a kind of gurgle.  God, what was she doing now, her mind raced.
	"Tell me you want me to suck it, tell me again," she heard Shirley tease.
	"I said suck it, fuck it with your mouth," Bob's voice became more 
insistent.  "Ooooooh, mmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue.  Swirl your 
tongue around it like you always do."
	"Mmmmmmgh," the wet lapping-sucking sounds started low and then became more 
and more violent.
	"Now raise your ass up," she heard Bob's voice command in the viciousness of 
passion.  "Let me feel that sweet little cunt of yours, let me fuck you with 
my fingers ...  Oh baby, loosen your lips and let me slide my prick in 
farther, I want to push it down your throat," he blurted out, and Betty bent 
back, her legs feeling slack, but her mind startlingly alert to the sounds of 
lust that continued unceasingly.  "When I cum I want you to drink it, do you 
hear, suck it and drink it."
	Betty felt a dizziness float over her, as though she was drunk, but she 
wasn't.  She wanted to leave, yet she remained pinned to the wall as though 
she had been bolted there.  Weird lewd images floated through her mind, 
almost as echoes of what she had imagined as she had fallen asleep a few 
hours earlier, but now it was actually happening!  He was putting his cock 
inside Shirley's full-lipped mouth and she must be moving her lips up and 
down on the hotly throbbing head of his prick, sucking on it, the words 
blazed in flaming print across her consciousness.  She had to leave, there 
was no question of staying here any longer, but she could not.  She stood 
limply, her long blonde hair cascading over the front of her transparent 
nightgown and suffered with the image of that long thick cock plunging into 
the young girl's wetly ovalled mouth, her long black hair tumbling over his 
tanned lean-muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her hotly kneading 
hands ...
	"I'm going to cum, honey, stop, st-st-stop, before I cummmmm!"
	Then the moistly sucking sound ceased, and there was a smack of lips and 
another short groan before momentary silence. 
	"I've been neglected," came the short curt remark from Shirley's lips.  Then 
she purred: "My little pussy needs some attention too.  Do you want to suck 
my cunt?"
	"Yes!  Oh yes!"
	"Then here it is.  Isn't it lovely?  It feels good from when you touched it, 
but I want you to lick it."
	"I'll put my tongue down like this ... how is this, I'll suck your clit 
first."
	"Yes, lick ... suck my little clit, Oh, Oh, God, you can fuck me with your 
tongue, God, you lick ... your tongue feels gorgeous," the girl crooned, and 
then her words ran off into further babbling obscenities.
	Betty's heart pounded like a jack-hammer until she was certain they could 
hear it across the room.  She pressed one hand tightly to her breast as 
though to dull the sound.  But it didn't stop, it lurched on accompanying the 
soft rhythmic sucking of the girl's lips on her brother-in-law's cock.  Oh 
Lord, it was awful!  She was hypnotized by the lewd wet sound of lips on 
flesh, and she gradually found herself losing control of her consciousness.  
It was almost as though her whole being was palpitating in unison with the 
couple; and she was moving off away from her own body and watching horrified 
as she lurched into the first warming tremblings of arousal that began 
seething around deep in her groin.
	"Oh, my darling ... oh, God, lick faster, stick your tongue up my pussy ...  
G-God, it feels so GGoooooooodddd."
	Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch.  The first few 
words Bob emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant 
whisper: "Baby, let's fuck.  I want to fuck ... you ... right now ... I want 
my cock in your hot pussy."
	"Say it again," Shirley mewled.  "S-say you want to fuck me ... say it and 
make my cunt jump!"
	"I-I, I'm going to fuck you.  That's it, open your legs wide, here, I'm 
coming in. Oooooo."
	"Yes, oh you feel so BIG, it feels so goddam good, Bob.  Fuck, oh fuck me, 
fuck, fuck, fuck it, fuck my cunt like you never fucked it before."
	Betty could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the 
softly falling folds of the white nightgown.  Down below she could feel her 
own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out 
against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper.  But the 
feeling was not stopped.  Nothing was clear to her, she understood 
nothing-she could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in 
one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it!  She had talked of 
satisfying herself, yes, even Shirley had suggested it-but God! never like 
this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet 
away.
	As though in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the 
tensely straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the warmly trembling 
nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as 
though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds.  Her left 
hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of 
her curving sides and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing 
strands of her pubic hair.  God, it felt good!  She began to rub back and 
forth, and up and down over the silky material.  She could feel her own 
moistly throbbing vaginal slit palpitating excitedly against the tips of her 
fingers, and she worked them harder, learning new methods of bringing her own 
personal pleasure with each flick.  She could feel the wetness trickle warmly 
down the insides of her thighs, flowing freely from her inflamed pussy-and 
she moved her forefinger below the silky nightgown, then lifted up the hem of 
the material in her hands and held it clasped against the hallway wall as she 
touched her now nakedly exposed cunt directly with her middle finger.
	The moaning from within the living room was almost incoherent now as her 
brother-in-law and his wife thrashed hotly together on the couch in wild 
throes of pleasure.  Fucking, that was what they were doing, the salacious 
thought rippled through her head, and as they did it, she finger-fucked 
herself.  She rubbed her hand against the thinly hair-lined lips of her open 
cunt, knowing that it was wrong, almost beyond being wrong, but patently evil 
in her own world of puritan values.  But she moved her feet farther apart on 
the floor and pressed her fingers harder, her middle finger pressing 
teasingly into the moist open slit, and she could feel her cuntal passage 
expanding; her finger was a cock, she thought, not Kent's now, but Bob's, and 
she was doing what they had talked about this evening.  The obscene thought 
struck her that perhaps they knew what she was up to, and she experienced the 
dreadful urge to run into the living room and throw herself onto the embraced 
bodies a few yards beyond her and fuck with them.  But she didn't.
	The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its lewd hunger.  She 
inserted another finger up inside her vagina and began squirming her buttocks 
back and forth down over them as though they were the wild plungings of her 
husband's brother's warmly throbbing prick.  The squeak of the springs on the 
couch became more violent, and she thrust her fingers more desperately into 
the moistness of her vagina in time to the maddening rhythm of the couple 
fucking in the next room.  The thought that NO, this was horrible, she should 
stop, again floated through her consciousness- it had been this that Shirley 
had suggested earlier that afternoon-yet a lewd delight coursed through her 
that she was doing what Shirley and Bob had known she would do, and she 
stroked her working fingers even harder into her moistly flowering pussy.
	"Yes, oh yes!" Shirley panted.  "Every bit of it, lover ...  I want you to 
jam your cock all the way in me.  Clear up to my throat!"
	Betty could see, as through second vision, Bob's huge thickly glistening 
cock ramming its way into her new sister-in-law's hotly sucking cunt, sinking 
through the softly waving pubic hair like a greased telephone pole.  Her 
hands became that pole-and her gasps began to match that of the wildly 
fucking couple in the next room.  She wanted everything that Shirley was 
getting, she wanted to be fucked and fucked, and her belly filled to the 
bursting with hot male cum.
	"Oh, oh, oh," came the hot, guttural grunting sounds building in flesh 
smacking momentum as they approached orgasm.
	Caught up in the frenzy of the moment, Betty let herself slide down to her 
knees and leaned forward on the carpeted floor of the hallway.  Now, her face 
pressed to the rug, she lifted up the nightgown so her entire body was 
exposed to the warm night air that wafted over her helplessly steaming cunt 
and ripped her with a new shudder of ecstasy.  Her body was like an expanding 
balloon ready to burst, and the sponginess of the carpet below her was the 
hair on Bob's strong masculine chest.  The wetly sluicing sound of "squish 
... squish-squish," became clearly discernible to Betty as her hand thrust 
and ground around up in the slickly sucking flesh.  Now she was arched up 
over the carpet, skewering her finger in through the moistly flowering lips 
of her cunt from behind while her white full tits hung down, the nipples 
brushing sensuously against the carpet as they swayed beneath her kneeling 
body. 
	"Oh, your cock, your big beautiful cockkkkkk!" she heard Shirley cry out 
between heavily panting groans of ecstasy.  "Fuck ... me ... good ... move 
your cock in me that way ... yes, God, Bob, you feel so goooooddd, ahhh ... 
in deeper, oh yes."
	Electric tingles of pleasure raced through Betty's groin and into her 
rapidly palpitating pussy, as she imagined Bob grinding his smoothly gyrating 
buttocks like a human corkscrew between the widespread thighs of that little 
bitch, Shirley.  But Betty was that bitch, and her cunt was now Shirley's 
cunt.  Oh, it was too much!  Her face turned crimson, her eyes clouded over 
with lust-tears, as her body raced towards an inward explosion that had lain 
smoldering and dormant for months, but now had been completely ignited like a 
time bomb.
	"Like this ... is ... this ... what you mean ... fuck like ... thiiiiis!"
	"Oh, oh, arrrrrgh," Shirley groaned aloud, her throat convulsed in the final 
throes of building lust.  "Fuck me harder, haaaaarder, Oh, I love you, I love 
the way you screw me.  Oh god ...  Screeeeeeew meeeee!!!"
	Betty heard the two scream in unison, and she buckled up, her knees pressed 
down firmly on the carpet, and her head somersault-like peering down between 
her legs as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster.  Her whole body 
began vibrating spasmodically, and the transparent nightgown waved over her 
upper torso, inching up to the long streams of honey-blonde hair that spilled 
over her head and onto the carpet.  Then, sudden quick white gushes of hot 
cum juices began sluicing from around her rummaging fingers, covering her 
hand and running onto the carpet below.  It had begun slowly but now picked 
up its wanton momentum like a raging storm as the other two fucked into each 
other with mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of mewls and 
unintelligible obscenities.
	"Yes ...  Oh, Bob ... cumming, I'm cummmminnng," Shirley's voice rippled 
through the dark.
	"Oh baby, oh honey, here I cum, too, Goddddddd, arrrrgh," his piercing 
scream reverberated through the room, followed by another, lower groan 
signaling that the fury of the couple's savage orgasm was matching her own.
	In one final lurch, Betty arched up over the carpet, her fingers still 
rippling at the wetly flowing opening of her hungrily convulsing cunt.  Then 
the feeling subsided.  She stayed panting heavily on her hands and knees for 
awhile, her helplessly trembling buttocks still swaying back behind her in 
the air.  She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her still 
warmly throbbing cunt until the last dying jerks of orgasm had stilled her 
body.  At last she heard the couple rise from the couch and, still breathing 
heavily, move into the kitchen at the opposite side of the house.  Her 
fingers slithered wetly from her satiated vaginal lips and she drew herself 
up, holding her hands to the wall for a moment.
	Then, her passion spent, reality came back to her with a sickening jolt.  In 
a gesture of utter shame and humiliation at what she had done, she yanked her 
disordered nightie down over her sides and across her still erect nipples, 
almost tearing it.  Then, in an almost drunken stagger, she made her way back 
to her room and pulled open the window.  She stood trembling in front of the 
fresh night air for a long moment and then fell into bed.  She lay awake for 
awhile, unable to gather her thoughts as a warm summer breeze blew through 
the bedroom window, billowing out the curtains and softly caressing her 
exhausted body as later, she fell into a deep, but troubled sleep.


Chapter 2 

	A gentle early morning breeze blew in the half-open window of Betty and Kent 
Howard's bedroom.  The brilliant sun streamed through the opened curtains, 
casting a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet.  It flooded over the bed 
where the couple still lay in deep slumber.
	Betty awoke slowly.  She squinted her eyes and raised her arm over her 
forehead as a shield, then turned to her side on the bed in an attempt to 
escape the glittering yellow light.  Her arm curled around her husband's 
naked waist, her fingers trailing through the hair on his flat firm stomach.
	Kent is home, she thought with a start.  He must have come in during the 
night and I didn't even hear him.
	Her eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of her husband's shoulder. 
 She opened her eyes completely, rolling over on her back, and glanced at his 
sleeping form.  His face was buried between uplifted muscular arms, leaving 
visible only a chock of thick black hair.  His strong inner sinews strained 
from upraised arms through round muscular shoulders and over his tanned 
hardened back barely covered by the sheet.  Betty readjusted the loosely 
slipping thin strap of her white diaphanous nightgown back over her shoulder 
and sighed with displeasure.  Kent had forgotten to wear his pajamas again 
though she had told him it ran up laundry bills.  Especially when he drank, 
because he sweated so much.  She could tell he had been drinking again by the 
loud jagged snores that shook periodically through his otherwise perfect, 
almost statue-like body.
	She pressed her head back into the pillow and her green eyes blinked 
painfully through the sunlight at the ceiling.  She wasn't so sure now that 
she wanted to wake up.  Not if it meant facing the sad worrisome thoughts 
that were already lumbering through her heavy stupor.  She turned on her 
side, a sense of anger growing in her chest, and once again studied her 
husband's methodically heaving back.
	A deeper fear underlay her irritability.  Where was Kent last night?  The 
question throbbed persistently through her brain.  Kent's new job at IHT 
Marketing was a demanding one and his ability to meet its challenges had 
brought them worldly success.  But IHT just didn't require that its men work 
'til three of four in the morning.  She knew he was being unfaithful to her!  
She was sure!  But she couldn't ask him, and she continued to watch his 
deeply breathing back, her anger mounting as he slept peacefully while she 
worried.  She felt like digging her nails into his tanned skin until he woke 
up with a loud scream of pain.  But instead, trembling with fury, she rolled 
over and drew herself slowly up on the bed.

* * * 

	She sat on the edge of the bed, still groggy with sleep, and slid her feet 
into white satin slippers and pulled her robe over her shoulders without 
putting her arms in the sleeves.  She hesitated a moment, trying to decide 
whether she should shower now or later.  Outside the window the Clark kids, 
home from school on a Saturday morning, were riding their bikes up and down 
the driveway and it looked to be about nine o'clock.
	What was the window doing open in the middle of the summer? she wondered 
with suspicion.
	Suddenly the events of the previous evening ... the overheard debauchery 
between Bob, her brother-in-law, and Shirley, his new young wife, after she 
had turned off the air-conditioning, her own disgusting fingering of her 
vagina ... came back to her with all the painful abruptness of an electric 
shock, filling her brain with an overwhelming shame and humiliation, and she 
raced to the window and slammed the frame closed with a loud force that 
seemed to reverberate through the entire house, causing Kent to mumble and 
pull the pillow over his head.  He had been so intoxicated he hadn't even 
noticed the air-conditioning was off, she thought with a feeling of dismay.  
But her own degeneracy was much worse, almost unspeakable, she shuddered.  
She stepped to the window and drew the heavy drapes closed with a jerk, 
enveloping the room in darkness, then dressed as quickly as she could and 
hurried to the kitchen with tears brimming her eyes.
	"Oh!" she started as she walked into the kitchen to find Bob drinking a cup 
of coffee over the sink.
	"Good morning Sister-in-law," he choked in surprise, then turned and leaned 
his back against the sink.  His eyes glittered with amusement above the cup 
as he took another sip of coffee.
	"Oh ... I thought everyone was still sleeping," Betty said in an embarrassed 
rush.
	"Not me," he finished off the coffee and set the cup and saucer in the sink. 
 "I'm going to paint my new apartment."
	He smiled at her, and once again Betty experienced the strange feeling of 
being ill at ease in familiar territory, this time her own kitchen.  She 
couldn't for the life of her remember what she had intended to do when she 
rushed into the room.  She looked at her handsome brother-in-law: yes, he was 
dressed in old jeans and a sweatshirt suitable for painting.  She knew she 
looked flustered and she moved quickly to the stove, but his eyes followed 
her.  She could feel them traveling a slow burning path up her firmly molded 
thighs and the smoothly rounded outline of her buttocks as she stood facing 
the stove, and a blush began tingling warmly along her hairline.
	"You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly behind her.  "Maybe too 
good for a sister-in-law."
	Betty reached for a copper pot and headed for the sink.  "Thank you," she 
said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her.  "You look well also. 
 And Shirley is a real beauty."
	She came to a start in front of the sink hoping he hadn't caught the 
unconscious sarcasm in her voice.  God, what was the matter with her?  
Everything seemed to be falling apart and she was losing control of her own 
emotions.  "She has lovely hair," she tried to add in a more enthusiastic 
tone.  "She's so tiny.  She reminds me of a little doll."
	God, there it was again, that ugly note of bitterness and resentment, she 
thought guiltily, and poured just enough water from the tap for a cup of 
coffee.  Yes, what she needed now was a cup of coffee, and at this rate it 
would have to be "instant", or she would break out in helpless crying.  But 
he didn't seem to notice at all.  She wouldn't look at him, but she could 
hear him open a cupboard door on the other side of the kitchen, taking out a 
cup and saucer for her.
	"Yup," he said goodnaturedly enough.  "I'm already going crazy over the idea 
of being alone with two lovely young women in the house."
	"Well, you're not alone," Betty said in a more confident voice and leaned 
against the stove, smiling at him for the first time.
	"Kent?" he said and shrugged his shoulders.  "I heard what time he came in 
this morning.  That's no competition."
	"I'm sure he thinks he is," Betty blurted out.  Then the flood of tears she 
had been holding back all morning broke through as though a wall had given on 
a dike.  In one quick moment, Bob had crossed the room and wrapped his arms 
around her heaving shoulders.  She pulled away at first, but the touch of his 
hand sympathetically patting her blonde hair sent her into renewed bursts of 
sobbing.  She didn't know what had gotten hold of her but she still felt 
uneasy with him pressing his warm body close to hers.
	"I-I don't think you're such a nice person as you used to be, Bob," she 
choked.  "Or you wouldn't joke so lightly about such things ... and you 
wouldn't criticize your brother."
	"Oh, gosh, Betty, I'm sorry," he said, and stroked her shoulder.  "You know 
I admire Kent more than anyone in the world.  He's my ideal.  And I wouldn't 
hurt you for anything ...  I know I seem different, and in some ways I have 
changed.  But that doesn't change anything between us.  Remember those days 
when we were back in college and you'd tell me all your problems and I'd tell 
you mine?"
	"Yes," Betty smiled wanly as Bob lifted her chin in his hand.  A faint 
glimmer shown behind her long wettened eyelashes as she did remember.  "Well, 
what is your advice now?"
	"It's not that easy to explain.  I mean, we are young people, and we have to 
be influenced by modern ideas."
	"I'm not sure what you're getting at," she said curiously.  Bob was always 
the more reflective of the two brothers, and he had a way of putting things 
that was often quite obscure.  "Are you suggesting that I'm a bit old 
fashioned?"
	"No," he said flatly.  "You aren't old fashioned, but perhaps some of your 
values about marriage that you've been saddled with are."
	She looked petulantly across at him and said: "Bob, I still don't follow you 
exactly.  You put things too abstractly sometimes, I think."
	"Don't take things so seriously," he said in an even concerned voice.  "All 
I'm trying to say is you've got everything in the world.  Relax and enjoy 
it."
	"You take your advice not to be serious awfully seriously," Betty giggled 
suddenly.
	"I guess I do!" he agreed and smiled, and she stepped away.
	Still laughing, Betty walked over to the kitchen sink and turned on the tap, 
splashing her face with icy cold water.  Behind her, she heard Bob open the 
refrigerator, then a loud clicking as he popped some bread in the toaster.  
She dried off her face and hands with paper towels and turned from the sink.  
"OK, I will try to enjoy life," she repeated and giggled again.
	"And if you get tired of enjoying things by yourself, remember you've got a 
damn good-looking brother-in-law that would be more than willing to help you 
out."
	"Oh, you're just impossible," Betty shook her head and opened the 
refrigerator door for the butter.
	"No, I've just learned," he kissed her on the cheek and drew quickly away.  
"Well, I'd better get at that new apartment."
	"I hope I never learn that much," Betty said dourly, but he hadn't heard 
her; he was already out the door.  The screen door swooshed softly closed and 
she heard his footsteps shuffling across the patio before she raced to the 
window to watch him jump into his sports-car.  She stepped back quickly so he 
wouldn't catch her in the rear view mirror as he pulled out the drive.  She 
pulled her toast out of the toaster, buttered it, and sat down at the kitchen 
table in front of her coffee.  What was Bob talking about? she asked herself. 
 It all seemed so confused, and she had found herself reading significance 
into words that probably hadn't been meant the way she interpreted them.  
First Shirley had suggested she satisfy herself ... and even that was unclear 
... then both Shirley and Bob had insinuatingly invited her to take part-in 
their raucous love-plan, and now ... now Bob, of all people, seemed to be 
volunteering himself as a possible lover!  It was all hints and insinuations, 
and she knew they didn't mean she should do any of the wild things they kept 
talking about.  Yet she couldn't help wondering ... were they one of those 
modern couples she had read about in magazines who freely exchanged husbands 
and wives to participate in wild orgies?  The idea sickened her, all the more 
so as the mere thought of it sent her tummy tingling and made her realize 
totally what kind of exotic pleasures they were indulging in.
	She stirred uncomfortably in her chair.  They must have gone very far 
afield, she decided, for Bob to talk so lightly of sexual relations between a 
sister-in-law and a brother-in-law.  Yes, one thing was certain and that was 
that Bob had changed from the reserved and sensible young man he had been in 
college.  His jeans and sweatshirt and the sports car suddenly reminded her 
of the happy days when his fraternity and her sorority had sponsored many 
social functions together.  She and Bob were in the same class and had been 
the same age, but she had been in love with Kent who had graduated and 
already made a big success of himself in the business world.  Or, at least 
she had thought she had been in love with him, she bitterly reminded herself 
as her thoughts jumped back to the present and Kent's heavy drinking and 
possible infidelity.
	A knot formed in her throat but she swallowed it painfully as Shirley walked 
into the room.  Shirley had entered the kitchen just at the right time.  
Betty sighed with relief and formed a thin smile, two seconds later and there 
would have been the embarrassment of Shirley finding her crying.  She 
motioned lamely to a chair and stood up to get the girl breakfast as she knew 
she must.  Lord, the girl dressed like a professional prostitute, a 
high-class one but still a whore.  This morning she had pulled her long dark 
hair back into a pony tail and her sun dress was so short it looked more like 
a long blouse.
	"You certainly went to bed early last night," Shirley plopped into a kitchen 
chair and yawned luxuriously, stretching out her long tanned legs for a 
moment and studying them with an air of casual self-satisfaction. 
	"Y-yes.  I-I was tired," Betty's blood froze.
	"We didn't even realize you had gone to sleep.  We kept hoping you'd come 
back and we sat up for quite awhile waiting for you in the living room.  Just 
talking and generally messing around," her voice drifted off and she bent her 
leg in the chair, hugging it to her chest like a small child.  The long 
tapering leg dropped to the floor and she chuckled oddly as Betty's eyes 
caught on the brazenly exposed strip of panties.  "I can see now why Bob is 
so crazy about you," she smiled and added in a level voice.
	"Thank you," Betty said tartly, drawing to a close the discussion for a 
moment.
	The girl made no moves to help her at all, although Betty was obviously 
preparing a lavish breakfast.  Betty moved to the refrigerator, taking out 
oranges for orange juice and bacon and eggs.  She had heard Kent stirring in 
the bedroom and now that he was up too, she thought, she might as well cook 
one large breakfast.  She hated playing the servant to this little slut, but 
on the other hand it gave her something to do and gave her an excuse not to 
talk with Shirley.  Besides, she had to drop by at the sewing lady's house at 
one o'clock, and a large meal now might suffice for Kent's lunch since 
Shirley obviously wouldn't bother to prepare one.  The elderly seamstress was 
making a lovely formal evening gown for her; Kent's job required that they 
attend so many social functions and Betty felt it was her duty as a wife to 
always have a new dress ready in case of any sudden unexpected gatherings.
	Betty brought the girl coffee and she accepted it without so much as a 
"thanks."  Shirley sipped on it contentedly and stared silently out the back 
door as though she hadn't yet woke up, indicating to Betty that she had a 
lethargic disposition, if she were not downright lazy.  A good quarter of an 
hour passed with an unfriendly silence between the two women, and Betty 
prepared bacon and eggs and squeezed out a quart of orange juice before 
Shirley's soft voice again cut into her thoughts. 
	"Shall I go wake Kent up for you?" she said.
	"Why ... no!" Betty replied and furiously scraped the scrambled eggs into a 
serving bowl.
	"I just thought it would be an amusing way to meet him," the girl yawned.
	"There's no need to do that,"  Betty said.  "Why, he's already up.  I heard 
him in the bedroom.  He'll be here any moment ...  Aren't you going to give 
Bob any help painting the apartment?" she heard her words rise with a 
definite note of irritation in her voice.
	"No.  He likes to do that sort of thing," Shirley stretched her arms, 
lifting her dress as high as the bottom of her panties again.  "I think I'll 
just loll around the swimming pool."
	God, the unmitigated selfishness of the girl was astounding! Betty thought 
and lifted the drained bacon piece by piece onto a platter.  There was no 
denying that Kent kept Betty in good style but she certainly tried to do what 
she could to help him.
	"Besides, I think it's best to give him some time alone," the girl went on, 
chuckling in an almost lewd way, and then winked at Betty.  "You've got to 
give a man a little rope."
	Betty's blood curdled at Shirley's presumption in giving her advice and the 
intimate tone she had assumed that made Betty feel suddenly like they were 
two streetwalkers exchanging cheap confidences.  But Kent stumbled into the 
kitchen before she had time to react and she searched uneasily for the mood 
his hangover had put him in.  He stood moodily at the door in bermudas and 
sandals, scratching his unshaven chin before his gaze caught on Shirley.
	"Well, well, well," he exclaimed loudly and lifted his voice.  "I'll be 
damned!  So this is my new sister-in-law!"
	With one quick leap, the lethargic Shirley had crossed the room and was 
spinning like a small dangling child from his neck.  The two hugged and 
kissed and kissed again while Betty leaned back against the counter, a smile 
playing over her lips at the relatives' spontaneous affection and the general 
uproar.  She grinned as she felt herself slip through Kent's gaze as he put 
Shirley down.
	"You don't look like Bob at all," Shirley exclaimed, panting and stepping 
back to look Kent all over.  "Of course, I've seen some pictures."
	"Christ, and you don't look like anything Bob would pick," Kent said and 
smiled thickly as he appraised his new sister-in-law with obvious approval.  
"He never had any taste at all.  But I guess he finally learned something 
from his older brother ...  I approve."
	"Oh, you do?" Shirley smiled flirtatiously.
	"Very strongly," Kent laughed and kissed her again.  "The first thing I 
thought of was a goddamn Geisha."
	"I am a Geisha.  I was born to please," Shirley said demurely and pulled out 
a chair for Kent at the kitchen table.
	"And how the hell does Bob like working for Damon Construction?" Kent asked 
more out of a sense of politeness than through any real interest.
	"Kent!" Shirley giggled.  "Do I look like I know anything about computers?"
	The pair laughed again and sat down at the table, and Betty stood over them, 
smiling again for a moment, before she began serving the breakfast she had 
prepared.  Now that Kent so obviously liked Shirley, she felt relieved.  He 
had made it clear to her what she should have known all along: the girl was a 
member of the family and her vacillating attitude towards her new 
sister-in-law was silly.  It would be like having a new sister, or, at least, 
a friend.
	"Hey, aren't you going to eat, honey?" Kent interrupted her thoughts as she 
stood over the table between their two chairs.
	"No, I made this for the two of you.  In fact, I've got to leave pronto for 
the dressmaker's."
	"But you've got to eat some breakfast," Kent protested grandly.
	Betty smiled at his unexpected good mood.  "I've had some toast.  Let me run 
or I'll be late.  But I'll be back in three or four hours.  You and Shirley 
have a nice talk."
	"Well, I hate to see you go," he said and slapped her buttocks playfully as 
she left the room.
	Betty went into the bedroom for her purse, then exited through the sunken 
family-room porch that jutted into the backyard off the living room.  She 
walked past the pool and crossed the flagstone patio, stopping a moment.  She 
scratched at the screen that covered the large window over the sink to say 
one last goodbye to Kent and Shirley in the kitchen.  They were already 
arguing good-naturedly, like brother and sister, over a strip of bacon.  Kent 
reached forward and Shirley swatted his hand, causing a fork to jump off the 
table and clink to the floor.  Shirley bent over to pick it up, laughing 
gaily, and they waved happily to Betty who hurried down the patio and under 
the breezeway to the sudden damp coolness of the three-car garage.  She 
nodded her head fondly at their antics as she opened the door to her station 
wagon and slid onto the smooth leather seat-covers.  Backing out of the 
driveway, she glimpsed Dan Clark bent over his lawn mower.  Dan bragged about 
making it big in the fertilizer business out West.  But even if he had become 
partially suburbanized he was still a country-bumpkin in many ways, Betty 
smiled to herself.
	"Nice Saturday," Betty smiled out the window at him as she turned the car 
into the street.
	"That it is, Betty," he said metallically, looking up from his work.  "And 
you got your hands full with them relatives, dontcha?"
	She waved at him not answering back.  Dan was always making odd cryptic 
comments, but he was quite harmless so she paid little attention to him.  She 
drove calmly through busy Saturday morning traffic that congested the streets 
between her house and the suburban North Shore community of Potasset where 
Mrs.  Fergusson lived.  The day had started badly and she expected it to get 
even worse as Kent arose hung-over and grumpy, but it didn't.  Now his 
unexpected good humor and the sudden clarity with which she had seen that she 
must accept Shirley had relieved her depressing confusion and fortified her 
for an afternoon with sour Mrs.  Fergusson.
	She parked the car so she wouldn't block the driveway on the small shady 
street in front of the widow's modest bungalow.  She was careful to walk up 
the front sidewalk rather than set foot on the grass.  But, fortunately, the 
acid-tongued seamstress was not looking out the window as usual.
	Betty stripped to her bra and panties while Mrs. Fergusson brought the 
elegant dress from the back room, muttering her usual complaints about Mr. 
Fergusson whose final act of discourtesy seemed to be dying five years ago.  
Betty caught the reflection of her half-nakedness in the mirror and thought 
it would be an advantage to a dressmaker not to have a man wandering about.  
She felt odd enough with Mrs.  Fergusson's plump hands fluttering like small 
birds over her firmly curving abdomen and waist.  The woman slid the 
strapless gown over her head and she shivered as the plump widow abruptly 
undid her bra before Betty could lift the front of her dress to cover 
herself.  Her large, melon-like breasts swayed out and reflected back in the 
old fashioned mirror, their tiny bud-like nipples in the center of the wide 
pink aureoles stiffening from the sudden naked contact with the air.  The 
widow's eyes gleamed peculiarly and a tremor quivered through Betty's belly.  
God, she wished the woman would hurry up with her fitting, as she made her 
nervous, even though she was aware that the seamstress was merely suffering 
the eccentricities of loneliness and the beginning of old age.  
	She broke off the fitting when the seamstress was almost finishing her work 
and changed hurriedly into her street clothes, explaining that she suddenly 
felt unwell and leaving the widow sputtering irritably through the pins in 
her mouth.  For some reason, she didn't feel quite herself.  Perhaps the 
tension of the last two days was catching up with her, but Mrs. Fergusson's 
reaction to her naked body-that after all might just as well have been a 
mannequin for the purposes of fitting-was quite odd, she shivered to herself.
	She drove directly home.  Her own sharp reaction to the incident a few 
moments before had been sparked by Bob and Shirley's actions the previous 
night that had diverted her momentarily into her disgusting self-abuse.  But, 
despite the guilt, she had learned from that experience: she needed a man to 
bring her to what she considered complete satiation.  She had repressed her 
needs for a long time but now that she had been awakened, the passion seemed 
to feed off itself and her desire increased rather than diminished.  She 
swung the car audaciously up the driveway and came to a halt without 
bothering to park the car in the garage ...  Shirley could use it for the 
errand she planned to send her on.
	A very long errand, she thought and grinned widely to herself as she entered 
the kitchen.
	The room was a surprising disorder.  Before she had left, Betty had washed 
the pots and pans she had used to make breakfast, but now the dirty plates 
and cups still sat around the kitchen table.  The bacon, eggs, the orange 
juice- everything had been devoured, plus the cantaloupe she had been saving 
for dessert after dinner.  There were no signs of Shirley and Kent there.  
She walled through the living room and stuck her head into the silence of the 
back porch, then recrossed the front room, turning towards the L-shaped 
hallway that ran to the bedrooms of the long modern ranch house.
	The bathroom door was open and she looked in, noticing that someone had 
taken a bath.  Apparently Kent, she frowned, seeing his shoes and clothing 
piled in a careless heap under the sink and wondering why he should take a 
bath there when he always used their bathroom off the master bedroom.  Coming 
out of the bathroom, she progressed a few steps and noticed something queer 
in the center of the thick carpet: Shirley's sandals.  Her step quickened as 
she followed the trail of Shirley's clothing now apparent down the long 
hallway.  She stepped quickly over Shirley's dress, bra, and then her panties 
and found herself at the door of her own bedroom.
	God, WHAT HAD HAPPENED? her hand curled reluctantly over the door knob to 
her own room.  Had there been some crime, a murder perhaps, and she felt 
sickened at her own response that almost hoped it was true.  WHAT HAD THEY 
DONE THE MOMENT HER BACK WAS TURNED?  She wanted to scream and abruptly 
opened the door and then fell back against the door frame, wild sobs of 
relief spilling from her eyes.  There was absolutely nothing.  The sun 
streamed in the windows and the bed was unmade just as Kent had left it that 
morning.  But then, the sounds started coming ...
	"OH, JESUS, DO IT AGAIN," Kent's voice suddenly floated through the room.  
"LICK IT RIGHT UNDER THE RIDGE, OOOOH, THAT FEELS SO DAMNED GOOD."
	"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"
	"Oh, God yes!  Run your fingers over the skin.  Do that too!"
	Betty's head flailed from side to side at the sound of strange disembodied 
voices.  OH GOD WAS SHE GOING MAD?  WAS THIS NEW PASSION SHE HAD LET ERUPT IN 
HER LAST NIGHT ALREADY DRIVING HER CRAZY?  Her eyes caught on the sliding 
glass door to the balcony and she quickly crossed the room, her eyes sweeping 
frantically through the glare of the empty sun-deck.  Her heart followed her 
gaze down the wooden plank steps to a small shady bower where the naked forms 
of Kent and Shirley tossed and heaved on the grass.  She didn't know how long 
she stood there too stunned to cry.  But a good deal of time had passed and 
she had seen enough to last her a lifetime before she retraced her path to 
the car she had left parked for Shirley in the driveway.

* * * 

	An hour before Kent had raised up in the full bathtub, resting his arms on 
the edge as his younger brother's new young bride watched.  A moment later 
she stepped closer, giggling.  "You're acting rather peculiar for a 
brother-in-law, Kent," she said in a teasing voice.
	"How's that?" he had asked innocently and flicked a puff of suds at her that 
quickly evaporated, leaving a large dark circle of cloth clinging wetly to 
the tip of her full left breast.  His long flaccid cock quickly engorged with 
blood and stiffened in the soft sudsy water.  The bitch wasn't wearing much 
of a bra! he thought, noting how the damply clinging cloth displayed the 
round little outline of her left nipple.
	"Asking me to give you a bath," she said in a falsely reprimanding tone.
	"I'll give you a bath if you'd like that better," he said and moved 
threateningly, as though he were going to pull his long naked body out of the 
water.
	"No!  No! ...  Oh, all right!  I guess I'll have to," she sighed in mock 
irritation and bent over to the floor to pick up the bar of soap he had 
thrown at her.  In the process, he could see her panties slip teasingly into 
the crevice of her behind, revealing the warmly tempting bottoms of her firm 
moon-like buttocks. 
	Kent felt his cock harden even more and throb against the warm pressure of 
the water while he watched her walk with nerve-wracking slowness to the sink 
for a washcloth.  Jesus, he had practically cum right then in the kitchen 
when she had sat on his lap.  Then he had pinned his chances on the hallway 
bathtub, purposefully leaving the dour open.
	Then ...  "Hurry up, goddamn it," he yelled out as she fumbled interminably 
through a stack of fresh washcloths.
	"I hope my new brother-in-law's not the dirty old man type," she teased, 
finally picking out a bright blue one and approaching him with an evil gleam 
in her eye that seemed to penetrate right down through thick bubbles to the 
hotly aching protuberance of his now fully erect cock.  "In any way," she 
giggled, settling her round young buttocks on the side of the tub and letting 
her slim tanned thighs fall slowly apart as she balanced herself precariously 
there.
	"Oooh baby, you're in big trouble with your husband's big brother!" he 
exclaimed and suddenly lifted his arms to her face, pulling her harshly to 
him.
	His tongue splurged hotly into her mouth, flicking through the moistly 
clasping walls and pressurizing forcefully down the warm smooth length of her 
tongue.  She sucked on it, slowly drawing it down to her throat like she was 
trying to pull it out of his mouth.  His lips pressed against hers, clinging 
there for a long moment and then the water and her hands against his chest 
sent him spilling back into the tub. 
	"Now you've got to behave yourself," she waved an admonishing finger at him. 
 "So I can do my work."
	"Yeah, yeah, do it, do your work," he agreed, sliding on his back down into 
the water.  He lifted his legs and his heavy muscular thighs broke through 
the water line, dripping wet and the tendrils of thick black hair flattened 
out against his tanned skin.
	"Now what did you do that for?" Shirley giggled, rubbing the soap 
industriously against the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.
	"That's one of the parts I want you to wash real good," he grinned back at 
her.
	Shirley smiled to herself.  Really, this brother-in-law of hers was just too 
much ... once she and Bob got Betty and him started, the group of relatives 
were going to have so much fun!  Oh, she enjoyed the anonymous couples they 
exchanged with even before they got married; but Shirley and Kent were really 
attractive and besides that, it was all in the family.  She almost felt 
guilty about enjoying Kent all by herself, but because of Betty's unusual 
prudery, it was really the only sensible tactic.  And was she going to enjoy 
it! she thought, lowering the soapy cloth teasingly until it hovered just 
over his tensed form.
	His heart pounded as the rough soapy washcloth slid onto the back of his 
neck, massaging lightly through the few soaked tendrils of hair on his back, 
and causing his whole torso to tingle.  He shivered as the cloth lowered and 
massaged warmly over the small of his back, grazing his ass cheeks and 
flicking down over the tingling crevice.  Shirley smiled salaciously at the 
goose-bumps on his arms and turned her fully curving upper torso until she 
faced his beautiful naked body more directly.
	"Do you like it?" she lifted the cloth from his back and smiled. 
	"God, yes!"
	"Well, I'd better get to the front."
	Kent's eyes narrowed in delighted disbelief at his good fortune as she 
swirled the cloth over his chest, gently massaging over the outlines of his 
muscles and then, motioning for him to lift his arms, tingling smoothly down 
the sides of his torso.  It pressed down onto his abdomen, sliding 
provocatively close to his near-bursting cock, and then out abruptly onto his 
warmly throbbing thighs.  She lifted his legs out of the water, washing down 
each one thoroughly from the top of his thighs to the tips of his toes.
	"Done," she announced.
	"Not quite," he replied.
	"You mean there's more?"
	"Lot's more."
	"I don't see anything more."
	"You will," he grinned a look of smug self-satisfaction, sliding on his back 
down into the water.  The thickly bulging head of his warmly pulsing cock 
broke through the water line as he lifted his belly slightly upwards and the 
entire length of his fleshy instrument arose slowly out of the water like 
some monstrous sea animal. 
	"Now, what is that?" Shirley giggled, absentmindedly rubbing soap against 
the cloth and working up a thick soapy lather.
	"The part you missed," he gritted back at her through whitely shining teeth, 
enjoying the widening surprise in her eyes as she took in the stiffly jutting 
size of his erect cock pushing up even further above water level.
	"I don't know how I ever managed that," Shirley said.
	She swallowed deeply, a little nervous and more than impressed.  Bob was so 
nicely built and she'd naturally expected his brother to be also, but that 
cock of Kent's looked a good eight inches long as it bobbed its reddening 
head above the sudsy water.  She was already imagining what it would feel 
like, prodding forcefully against the tightly resisting entry to her vagina.
	"It's called a cock," his slightly peevish voice cut through her thoughts. 
	"Why, you don't say."
	"Are you going to wash it?"
	"I guess I will ... and then I may not."
	Then, with a definitely increased firmness, she began forcing the cloth down 
to the lower edges of his abdomen.  His mouth fell open as he saw her slender 
forearm disappear into the water and felt the tingling pressure move deep 
between his swiftly parting thighs, then curl slowly over the spot below his 
semen-bloated balls down the crevice of his buttocks, flicking over his 
tightly throbbing anus. 
	"Forget ... the washcloth.  Use your hands," he commanded and then groaned 
as his jerking cock slid up the length of her forearm through the water.
	"Something touched me."
	"It's my prick, you little bitch."
	"I'll wash it now," she announced and dropped the cloth, working a thick 
lather into her bare hands.
	"Oooooooh," he moaned as her bare hand wrapped itself around the heavily 
pulsating hardness and she began sliding her hand up and down the steadily 
hardening shaft, slowly at first, then more rapidly in perfectly timed 
strokes, causing his body to ache more than ever.  He could feel the pressure 
building in his balls as she rubbed the skin slowly back and forth, giving it 
an extra tight little squeeze as she pulled over the throbbing end of it on 
the upstroke.  Then her other hand sunk into the water and he groaned and 
thrust his loins forward as she stroked his hardness between both of them at 
the same time, the warm smoothness of her open palms closing firmly over the 
throbbing sensitive head of his cock.
	"Why, it's such a big cock," she lifted her gaze to the surrounding violet 
tiles, still keeping her hands embraced warmly around it, and said in a 
studious voice, "And it's getting even bigger.  I can feel it growing right 
in my hands!"
	"Do you want me to get out of the tub?" he croaked in a broken voice at the 
same time letting one of his wet hands move from the side of the tub up to 
the pertly swelling nipples of her breasts that strained tightly against the 
sun-dress, revealing a deep fulsome line of cleavage as she bent over him.  
He tweaked through the cloth at the nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and 
forefinger and she didn't jerk away.  He reached high to the bare softly 
undulating curves of her breasts plumped up in the snug dress, and let his 
fingers dip into the smooth creamy softness, thinking of all he had been 
missing in his married life.  Betty drew the shower curtain if he even 
entered the room while she was in the tub.
	"I think I've found something else," Shirley said in a husky voice, letting 
one searching palm dip down around his balls and cradling their immense 
softness.  One small finger pressed onward deep between his legs, pressing 
slowly down between his buttocks and wedging softly into the tight tiny 
puckered ring of his anus. 
	"Take off your clothes," he muttered.
	"Don't you want me to rub my hand up and down on it in the tub?" she said in 
a mischievous voice.
	"I-I want to fuck you, baby, not your hand," he gulped and dug his hand 
deeper into her dress until his fingers rubbed over the small warmly 
stiffening flesh of her nipples.
	"Mmmmmmm," she jerked slightly toward him.  "But-but you're taking a bath."
	"You take off your clothes, goddamnit," he panted deeply.  "Get in here with 
me."
	Shirley seemed to consider it a moment and he gave the throbbing nipple an 
extra vicious little squeeze, letting his eye race over the smooth creamy 
fullness of her upper thighs, completely parted and splayed open to his view 
now as she sat on the side of the tub. 
	"Uuuuuuuuh," she whispered vacantly but suddenly pulled herself out of it.  
"No, now I'm going to wash the back of your legs."
	"To hell with that," he said and pulled himself out of the water, exposing 
his naked dripping body and long fully erect cock to her.
	Shirley jumped from the side of the tub and giggled nervously at his huge 
naked form, running her tongue over her lips in an unconscious gesture as she 
took in the size of his enormous blood-gorged rod sticking straight out from 
his wet curly haired belly like a giant ram-rod.  He stepped out of the tub 
and she laughed and moved backwards to the door.  "It's like a pole!" she 
taunted him.  "A giant pole ... do you want me to suck it?"
	"Yes.  God, yes!" he gasped and lurched across the bathroom.  "Put my cock 
in your mouth and suck it."
	"Oh, Kent," she shrieked, laughing.  "Don't come near me.  Don't touch me.  
You'll get me wet!"
	Shirley pulled the half-closed bathroom door completely open and ran out of 
the bathroom, Kent slightly more than an arm's reach behind her.  She flailed 
her arms almost comically, and turned her head quickly from side to side as 
she found herself in the dead silence of the thickly carpeted hallway, the 
empty formal living room staring coldly at her from one end, the closed 
bedroom doors at the other.  She decided immediately on her bedroom and took 
off with such an abruptness that she stepped out of her sandals in the 
process.  Behind her, Kent stumbled over the shoes and quickly caught up with 
her, pushing her against the wall.
	"Goddamn little cock-tease," he muttered, pulling back the zipper on her sun 
dress and tugging at the top of it until it slipped off her shoulders and 
hung from her waistline.  The thin nylon strapless bra she wore opened at the 
back and fell to the floor, exposing the full naked orbs of her sensuously 
swaying young breasts that he immediately cupped in his hands.
	"You little cock-tease!" he said again, pushing his palms harshly inward and 
squashing her breasts against her chest.
	"First you've got to lick me all over before I'll do it with you," she 
panted, gasping for breath, and flicked her tongue out of her mouth 
obscenely. 
	"You mean you want me to suck your cunt?"
	"Oh yes, Kent.  I want you to lick and suck it good!"
	"Open your legs."
	"Oooooh, yeees," Shirley sighed as her dress and panties were tugged over 
her full, sensuously curved hips and fell to the floor.  He dropped to his 
knees in front of her moistly lubricating pussy and peeling the soft, 
hair-fringed lips apart with his thumbs, licked wetly down the entire length 
of her throbbing cunt, stopping to flick the tip of his tongue hotly over the 
tiny bud-like clitoris.  She quivered back against it, screwing her smoothly 
rounded young buttocks in small lewd circles around and around, encouraging 
his tongue to worm its way up into her hotly throbbing vagina.  He thrust it 
deep up into her warm cunt, tongue fucking her slowly at first, then faster 
and faster, sending waves of lewd pleasure through her belly until she 
suddenly jerked his head away from her and moaned.  "Stop it.  Stop it, Oh 
God, or I'll cum all over your face!"
	He stood and pressed his naked body against hers, the hugeness of the 
tight-swollen head of his cock pressed into the throbbing slit between her 
widespread legs.  Her forehead pressed against his chest; she was trapped 
between the wall and the hard searching length of his penis in front of her.  
His hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his 
fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.
	"Are you going ... to do the same for me now?" he panted.
	Shirley looked up at him and wetted her soft lips with her tongue as though 
considering the situation.  It was hard not to feel guilty when her husband, 
Bob, wasn't around like he usually was, but after all they had planned to 
seduce his brother and his wife and she did want that big lovely cock in her 
mouth, to suck and lick on it, so much.
	"Not in the hallway, I'm not," she teased softly and squeezed her full 
throbbing thighs around the warmly pulsating rod between her legs.  In an 
almost cat-like fashion, she let the nails of one hand trail tantalizingly 
down his belly, down through the sparse pubic hair until her palm curled 
directly upwards around the immense fleshy pole.  Her fingernails scratched 
lightly over the white blue-veined shaft, stroking softly on the steadily 
pulsing ridge just below the thick bulbous head and it jerked heavily at her 
touch.
	"Oh?  Damn you," he moaned, almost at the end of his rope.  "Then we'll move 
to the bedroom."
	Kent swung his arm around his young sister-in-law's naked waist and, 
stepping over her clothing that he had scattered on the floor, led her 
forcefully down the hallway.  God, she was really going to suck him off!  
Every nerve in his body strained toward the moment when those warm wet lips 
would close down over his passion-strained cock.  A momentary uneasiness at 
their close family ties flashed through his mind, but he reminded himself it 
was merely a legal bond and if Bob had married such a hot number, well, it 
was his problem.  Sheer habit led him to his own bedroom, but when he faced 
the bed bathed in sunlight ... the bed he shared with Betty ... he had his 
first real moment of hesitation.  Damn it, he cursed to himself, pushing for 
a solution through his sudden fear and confusion.  Then his eyes caught on 
the glass door to the sun deck he and Betty never used, and he pulled Shirley 
out onto the balcony.  Still not satisfied with that, he moved with ever 
greater urgency down the steps to the grass area beneath, a small shady strip 
of yard that ran along the house, fortunately secluded from their neighbors 
by high thick bushes. 
	"Here?" Shirley asked as he tumbled to the thick grass and spread out on his 
back. 
	"Yes, now," he said hoarsely.
	A small anticipatory whimper of delight was already coming from between his 
tightened lips as he lifted his head and watched her sink to her knees and 
draw herself up between his thighs.  Her naked body hovered over his parting 
legs and then she lowered her head until her face was mere inches from his 
firmly throbbing cockhead.  He could feel her soft warm breath grazing over 
his abdomen and her hair, blue-black in the sunlight, spilling over his 
thighs onto the grass.  She gripped his long burgeoning cock tightly between 
her hands, pulling on it slightly between both of her palms as she adjusted 
it below her face.  She dipped her head and her warm pink tongue darted 
forward, flicking lightly over the thin, semen-seeping opening.
	"Ooooooh," he groaned and thrust his loins involuntarily upward as the warm 
moistness of her wetly glistening lips closed like hot melted butter down 
over the sensitively throbbing head of his cock.
	He reached down and tangled his hands tightly in her hair to guide the 
rhythm of her already slowly bobbing head.  The thick rod of flesh was 
sinking deep into her mouth now, crushing through her softly moistening lips 
into the wet saliva at the back of her throat.  Kent groaned and undulated 
his pelvis, forcing the throbbing hardness upward and inward again until she 
set up a steady rocking motion, never quite letting it withdraw but leaving 
the hot swollen head lodged a half an inch or so up inside the warm wet 
cavern.
	"Yeeeees!" he grunted as her lipsticked lips tightened around his hardness 
and her tongue began to swirl heatedly around the warm moistness of the 
rubbery blood-inflated head.
	Her tongue, with nerve-tingling licks on the outstroke, was making the head 
throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside it.  He bent 
his head forward and watched through widely bulging eyes, one of his hands 
tangling tighter into her bobbing head, and the other fondling her sensuously 
swaying breasts.  He made a hard thrust forward and almost all of his long 
thick prick disappeared until only a little stretch of it showed white and 
glistening, protruding from between her rapidly working lips.  Her cheeks 
hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the instroke.  He 
withdrew and the thin elastic rim of her lips pulled out grotesquely, 
clinging to the flesh of his warmly tingling cock as though held there by 
invisible fingers.  Her breasts jerked and danced below her lewdly pumping 
torso, one of them lifting and falling in his hand and adding to the 
lust-inciting picture.
	"Lick it right under the ridge," he said hoarsely while he watched her.  
"Oooooooh, that feels so goddamn good."
	"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?" she breathed 
hotly around his cock.
	"Oh, God yes!  Milk your fingers over the skin.  Do that too!"
	He sighed deeply and his head sunk back in the grass as she massaged the 
soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroked the 
base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand as she 
continued to suck rhythmically up and down.  She increased the speed and he 
could feel the silky softness of her tongue twirling faster and faster around 
his saliva soaked hardness at the apex of the withdrawal, the stroke of her 
tongue ending in a magic flick across the tiny opening of the glands at the 
end.  He flexed his buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth and then 
arched his back up off the grass to grind his wildly bobbing loins hard up 
against her face.
	Shirley could feel his throbbing reaction beginning inside his balls and 
began to suck his cock a little harder, increasing the pressure of her mouth, 
the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving 
thin white trails where they had scraped the blood beneath the surface of the 
skin.  She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling 
his loins up tighter to her face.  She could hear his breath quicken and her 
passion began to build and build in reaction.  She was sucking on her own 
brother-in-law's cock, her mind hummed, and she was doing it on her own 
husband's instructions!  If he wanted her to be a little whore, she would be 
a little whore; he wanted her to fuck his brother, she would fuck his 
brother, her body burned with the thought of being used and slavishly made to 
perform any perversity her husband could think of ... 
	"Fuck me ... I want you to fuck me and cum up inside me," she suddenly 
mumbled around his smoothly plunging instrument, struggling to get the words 
out and at the same time continuing the lewd twirling of her tongue around 
the moist blood-inflated head.
	"Yes, I've got to fuck you, you little bitch.  Fuck the shit out of you," he 
muttered.
	She felt his tangling fingers pull her by the hair until her lips withdrew 
with an obscene suction-like sound from his nearly bursting cock.  His hands 
moved to her shoulders and twisted her body harshly until she fell on her 
back on the ground.  Her brother-in-law rolled himself full length on top of 
her and she twisted and squirmed, smashing her hips against the wet hard cock 
pressing against her wildly rocking belly.  "Oh, you've got such a big hard 
cock," she whimpered uncontrollably as he drew his hand up tight against the 
warmly swelling moistness of her cunt, searching for the tight elastic little 
opening.
	"And you've ... God, you've got such a sweet young pussy," he worked at her 
hotly quivering vaginal lips now, slowly and expertly parting the thinly 
curling pubic hairs and insinuating his fingers, hurting slightly at first so 
that she gasped and bit down on her lips to stem the pain.
	"Oh, it's going to feel so goooood!  Hurry!  Fuck me now!  Noooooow!" she 
whimpered through contorted lips, flailing her head from side to side on the 
green spongy matting of grass.
	She shuddered expectantly as his hands pushed her thighs further apart 
still, stretching her cunt until it lay before him in a flat exposed plain.  
Her legs snaked out on either side of his body and her calves locked against 
the backs of his legs.  He grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and then 
Shirley felt the lips around her softly quivering cunt slowly stretching 
open.  The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way 
before the hard cruel pressure.
	"Ooooooh," she groaned as it slithered deep inside her belly.
	Kent shoved again slowly forward, and then suddenly he could stand it no 
more, and he rammed into her with everything he had, sinking the 
lust-inflated cock all the way to the deepest recesses of her warmly 
accepting young belly.  He could feel the soft, sperm-filled sac of his balls 
slap tightly against her jerking buttocks and her legs kicked out in the air 
from the relentless onward pressure.  But she responded like a creature from 
his wildest dreams, digging her heels into the ground and grinding her wetly 
clasping cunt back up his smoothly skewering shaft, begging for more of the 
cruel treatment.  He could hardly contain himself as her grunts of pleasure 
resounded through the thick hedges behind them.  He set up a quick rhythmic 
fucking motion, further incited by the flat smack of naked flesh on naked 
flesh as his belly smacked heavily against hers with each lust-heated stroke. 
 It seemed impossible, but it was true: he was ramming that hard thick cock 
up into the warmly quivering confines of his own brother's wife's cunt and 
she was loving every minute of it ...  God, she was a wild woman when it came 
to fucking ... he had never had anything like this before and it took the 
utmost of his self-control to hold off from cumming instantly into the softly 
squeezing walls of her cunt.
	"Oh, Ooooooh, Arhgh," she groaned as it pushed with greater force through 
the hotly pulsating passage.  "Oh, fill me darling, fiiiiilll meeee," the 
sounds came incoherently around the swabbing tongue sunk deep in her throat.
	He dropped his body heavily down on her, smashing the full ripe tits tightly 
against his heaving chest.  He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing 
them brutally back over her shoulders, until she was rolled up into a tight 
round ball of helplessness beneath him.  His shoulders pushing against the 
backs of her full rounded calves kept her locked in that vulnerable position 
as he fucked heavily into her.  Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands 
between the grass and the full white cheeks of her ass, kneading the warm 
soft flesh and pulling the gently rotating cheeks further apart.  He could 
feel the hot smooth walls of her tightly clasping cunt sucking hungrily at 
his aching cock, convulsing tightly around his rapidly plunging hardness.  
Goddamn it, I'm going insane, he thought.  I'm going to lose my fucking mind!
	Then, before he could begin another thought, he felt it begin for her.
	"Aaaaaagh, I'm cumming!" she screamed up into his mouth and her body tossed 
under him, slipping and churning in a furious spasm.
	"I'M cumming.  I'm cumming too,"  he mumbled over and over to himself, 
speeding up the already furious rhythm of his strokes.  He could feel the hot 
white cum building up inside his heated balls as they beat hard against her 
wildly gyrating upturned ass.  It was his brother's wife.  But he couldn't 
let it stop!  He was going to spurt his boiling semen into his own 
sister-in-law's sweet little belly until she was filled to the bursting point 
with their dual mixture of hotly gushing cum juice ... and then, before he 
could complete the thought, he could feel it, the pores of her cunt clasping 
voraciously around him and massaging his cock to a flooding hugeness that 
threatened to split her womb asunder.  He could feel his breath becoming 
ragged and short, his cock jerking and stiffening even larger.  He could 
sense the sensation of hot white cum spewing now out of the wildly jerking 
head and shooting up into her like liquid fire, ricocheting around inside her 
hotly convulsing vaginal walls like thick burning streams of molten lava. 
	"Ooooh, Ooooooh!" his body gave one last spasmodic jerk and he collapsed on 
the girl, pulling on her buttocks while the huge rod continued to throb out 
its completion.  Torrents of white hot cum still spewed from its head, 
filling her womb and foaming out the fleshy contracting lips around the base 
of his cock and soaking the soft matted pubic hair it was buried in.  It 
seemed endless and the pulsating head continued to beat against her cervix 
until it gave one last final spasm, the last drop sucked from it.  He lay 
still for a moment to recover his strength and then slowly pulled himself off 
his sister-in-law and fell onto his back on the grass.
	Shirley too lay spread-eagled and exhausted, her body heaving and panting, 
too weak to move in its complete satiation.
	"I've got a pleasant surprise for you," she said after a long while.  Next 
to her, Kent lay with his eyes closed, too exhausted to even be curious, but 
she went on.  "We're having a little house warming at the new apartment, the 
Roberts-our next door neighbors and I.  Bob has to go to Boston, poor dear, 
but lots of couples are coming up from the city.  Anyway, I've chosen you to 
be my escort."
	"I'm sure Bob and Betty will be pleased about that," he said dryly without 
opening his eyes.
	"I wouldn't worry about that," she sighed.  "Neither of them will know about 
it, and if Bob finds out, I'm sure he won't care."
	"Well, I don't know,"  Kent answered lazily.  "I'll have to think about it."
	He'll come, she thought happily, as she drifted off into a light 
dream-filled slumber.  After the ride I just gave, he can't help it.


Chapter 3 

	Betty walked down the long pebbled drive toward her station wagon, a mixture 
of anger and hurt setting up a wild race of thoughts in her brain that she 
knew no way to stop.  She hardly noticed Dan Clark hunched below a row of 
hedges between their front lawns, until he sprung up with clippers in hand 
and said brightly: "Ain't you and Kent ever gonna take your summer vacation?  
Young kids like you got so much t'live for.  When I was in fertilizer the 
wife and I kept puttin' it off.  Then, as fate would have it, we grew old and 
it was too late.  We sold Wertham Feed & Fertilizer, came East, and I never 
did get that trout-fishing trip to Wyoming."
	Betty smiled weakly at her neighbor and, without responding to him, she 
opened the door to the station wagon and slipped onto the plush vinyl seats.  
She watched in a daze as Dan Clark disappeared behind his well-clipped 
hedges, then tried to reach for her purse.  She couldn't move!  She could not 
get herself to take her keys from her purse to turn on the ignition!  It had 
almost been like incest, she muttered to herself.  And, Shirley, the little 
bitch, had enjoyed it.  She had shown such open encouragement to Kent!  Betty 
brushed the anguished tears from her eyes and seized the steering wheel for 
support.
	Finally her trembling fingers managed to retrieve the keys and she fumbled 
with the ignition, stalling the car twice before getting it into drive.  The 
station wagon turned onto the tree-lined street and lurched slowly down the 
block.  The sky was a bright egg-shell blue with only a few tufts of clouds 
scudding the broken horizon.  Saturday; sprinklers whirred on freshly cut 
front lawns and husbands mowed grass, while children prepared for an 
afternoon on Manhasset Bay and teenagers and wives made themselves tanned and 
pretty for the Saturday night Country Club Dance.  Why did all of this have 
to happen to her?  Were her own failings so great that she deserved to be 
compromised like this?  No, it was more than that!  Her stomach sunk in anger 
and revulsion.  That whore, Shirley had planned it, knowing of Betty's 
problems with Kent and had deliberately seduced her husband away from her.  
But Kent was no innocent babe in the woods.  His open willingness to be part 
of it and even encourage the girl had shown with startling clarity what he 
had been up to during the past few months.  No man willingly submits so 
quickly without being accustomed to that sort of thing.
	Another surge of tears flooded her eyes.  It became difficult to see the 
road and she slowed at the intersection to Pine and Whearty Drives and wiped 
her eyes again.  A little girl was jumping rope on a wide sidewalk to the 
right of the car, humming a bright tune to herself, and for an instant Betty 
wished she was that girl; she longed for the gentle innocence of childhood, 
if only for a brief moment, to take her way from the dark tunnel of marital 
complications that seemed to make up her adult life.  As though tossing a 
coin she turned down Pine in the direction of the north side of town and the 
Long Island Sound.  She would head toward the beach and find some quiet place 
to think out what she should do next.  She had seen too much this afternoon 
to solve her problems by driving around crazily like this.  But she couldn't 
erase the memory of Shirley moving her wetly sucking lips up and down over 
her husband's lust-hardened penis.  And that expression on his face: she had 
never seen anything like it when they had made love together ... but she 
never would have performed an act on him like that.  Shirley and Kent had 
become lower than the lowest animals through the very fact that they had 
consented to defile themselves like that!  Fidelity.  Chastity.  These were 
concepts she could understand, but Shirley's so-called "new morality" was 
something that filled her with nothing but inner revulsion.  She supposed it 
was her own upbringing that had made her less than liberal in understanding 
such things as adultery, yet it was her very prudishness that had made it 
possible for Kent to respect her before they were married.  What had he 
called her a few months after the wedding?  "I may have fucked you a hundred 
times since we were married, but you are still a goddamn virgin in your 
head."  But it was Shirley whom Betty despised most of all.  It had to be all 
her fault!
	The thought struck her in a flash as she turned down Bruckner Boulevarde 
that she would go to Bob and tell him everything.  He just had to know what 
kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into-even if the facts hurt 
him as they were knifing into her at this very moment.  She made a foolish 
U-turn in the middle of the triple-laned thoroughfare, heading towards 
Bellows, an exclusive North Shore community inhabited mostly by young people 
who were moving into the new rise of expensive apartments in a more rural 
area of Nassau County.  For a moment her mind drifted from the tragedy of the 
morning and she enjoyed the view of open plots of land slowly giving onto 
rolling hills and patches of evergreen forest.  But, inevitably, her thoughts 
snapped back, this time with a new undertone that caught her off guard. 
	She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her sister-in-law's lips, the 
pouting and swelling of cheeks as Kent's large fleshy cock had slipped up 
into her hungrily sucking mouth.  Then she had seen Shirley swirl her tongue 
across the opening of the inflamed member's smooth rubbery head, and dip and 
swirl again below the crown, slowly licking upward as a child might slap its 
tongue and suck on a red lollipop.  Oh God, the image came back and she was 
unable to stop it!  She had refused to do it to him so many times-and again 
she knew, with increasing certainty, that his evening absences had involved 
him in something more serious than heavy drinking with his county club 
buddies.
	She was approaching the outskirts of Bellows, and she just had to stop these 
obscene thoughts!  She could feel herself becoming involuntarily excited by 
the warmness of her pussy and the way she instinctively shifted her buttocks 
back and forth on the smooth seat cushion.  Forbidden words flickered through 
her consciousness as they had done the night before -perhaps it was because 
she had seldom heard them and never had said them that they had such 
significance to her.  Words like cunt and suck and fuck and pussy and cock 
and prick ... and a myriad of combinations.  Goddamn it, she thought, 
outraged at herself, this HAD TO STOP!  
	She turned down Revere Lane and begun looking for the apartment.  Bob had 
described the place well enough and she found it without trouble.  A few 
blocks of bungalows done in Tudor style preceded the apartment house.  Betty 
saw it standing out incongruously, a white circular building surrounded by 
freshly transplanted stubby-looking pines, and she parked across the street 
from the complex, waiting for a moment and trying to steady her beating heart 
and calm herself from the excitement that had abruptly overtaken her moments 
before.
	But she couldn't.  She found herself pushing back on the seat and pressing 
her vaginal lips into the form-fitting curves of the cushion.
	"Ooooh god!" she had to talk to Bob before she went crazy.  Grabbing her 
purse, she leapt out of the car and walked up the pebbled path that curved 
around to a side entrance of the building.  Bob's name was not on the paneled 
list of occupants, but he had said he was on the fourth floor.  She looked 
around the interior: potted plants, a nondescript seascape painting hanging 
unartistically beside a large gilt-framed mirror.
	The elevator to the building was in disrepair-she rang several times with no 
response-and she began the long climb up to the fourth floor.  As with the 
elevator, there was no answer when Betty pressed the doorbell and knocked.  
But trying the knob, she discovered the bolt unlatched and she entered. 
	"Bob,"  she called out.  "Bob."  Silence.
	Betty looked around the living room and saw the half-painted wall, some 
furniture partially unwrapped and an open suitcase of clothes set next to the 
kitchen door.  He certainly hadn't gotten much work accomplished since he'd 
been here, she remarked silently to herself.  A few dabs of paint on the wall 
was hardly what she thought he'd accomplish.  She shrugged and called out 
again: "Bob, are you here?"  Again, silence.
	She turned toward the kitchen.  The refrigerator was open and she could see 
that he had stocked up well with beer and a bottle of mixer.  Betty slammed 
the refrigerator door shut, and passed through the hallway into the bedroom 
suite.  Here, things seemed to be a bit more in order; in fact it looked as 
though he had set things up to stay the night.  The bed was made, a tasteful 
rug thrown down at its foot and there was a picture ... probably a wedding 
portrait of him and Shirley, the immoral little bitch.  She looked closely at 
the color photograph and wrenched back in shock.  It was more like a wedding 
night picture than anything else, with Bob's long strong-muscled body laid 
out on the same carpet now thrown down at the foot of the bed, his large 
white fleshy cock fully erect and the red round swollen head partially hidden 
in Shirley's mouth.  Shirley was bent over him, her long black hair cascading 
over his groin and her full-rounded breasts touching his stomach, one hand 
cradling his distended testicles and the other wrapped about his lust-swollen 
shaft.
	Betty turned from the picture in revulsion.  Enough had happened today to 
turn any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires and 
thoughts!
	She moved directly out of the living room and discovered an alcove leading 
off to the right.  It was a porch or a sort of balcony to the apartment.  She 
peered out alongside the patio-like floor and saw him: a direct reflection of 
what she had seen in the photograph, lying completely naked on the porch 
swing, a drink in hand with his head averted across large sparsely-furnished 
room towards the bamboo blinds that shut off the afternoon light.  His 
nakedness in the flesh now and outside the realm of the photograph or the 
sounds of his lovemaking last night was startling and she drew back, not 
wanting to confront him like this.  His head still averted, he raised his 
drink lazily to his lips and rubbed his hand on his flat tanned belly, 
running his fingers carelessly down to the soft blonde pubic hair that 
covered his groin.  In another almost lazy movement he coursed his finger 
over his softened cock that still looked huge as it was and squeezed it 
tentatively, then more firmly.  She watched the fleshy organ pulse out and 
grow in his hand, but he let it go, stretching slightly, then settled his 
hand on his thigh.
	Betty shuddered nervously, and turned to leave, she was going to forget 
telling him about what had gone on, but despite herself her eyes remained 
fixed on his body.  They drew her back, lighting on the harmonious lines of 
his muscled shoulders and arms lying on his stomach and thigh, and the 
half-erect blood-gorging length of his cock that must have been six inches 
long in that state alone.  He sipped again from his drink and ran his hand 
over his relaxed thigh in another casual movement that was provocative to 
Betty.  She must leave, she must go, she thought, take her station wagon and 
drive anywhere, perhaps to New York.  She began to understand her feelings 
more clearly in this moment that was mixed with fright and wanton desire.  
She realized she was attracted to her own brother-in-law, but still she found 
no will to exercise, to help her leave the edge of the porch.  Bob lifted up 
one leg and scratched his knee.  The soft sac of his testicles softly cradled 
on the cushion beneath his slightly flexing buttocks and she could see the 
base of his long thick instrument rise up from the nest of sparse hair 
surrounding it.
	Suddenly, she turned decisively on to the porch and stood next to the white 
stucco porch wall.  He looked up at her casually. 
	"Betty," he smiled, his face becoming more alert and a slightly startled 
expression lighting up his blue eyes.  "What are you doing here?"
	"I-I came here to talk to you about something," she gasped, flushing with 
embarrassment.  "But, b-but I think it can wait."
	"Damn!  I'm sorry you caught me here like this," he forced a smile.  "If I 
had known you were coming ..." his voice rose in apology, and then trailed 
off.
	But he wasn't sorry.  He couldn't be, for as he apologized, Betty still had 
full view of his long thick cock and what had been a slight erection enlarged 
still further.  It stood out at a forty-five degree angle, a rock-hard shaft 
deeply pink right up to the faint collar of skin under the blood-swollen 
head.
	"Christ, Betty, let me go put some swim trunks on," he said, swinging his 
feet onto the floor.  "I feel as crazy as you do, talking to you like this."
	Betty let out a short hysterical giggle.  "I-I guess I should have called 
you or something before I came."
	"Oh hell," he said, slapping his buttocks in a cocky assertive manner as he 
faced her.  "I'm your husband's brother, no?  You think Kent and I are 
look-alikes?"
	Betty flushed and turned her face away.
	"OK.  I'm making you uncomfortable.  Be back in a second."
	He trounced past her into the living room, whistling tunelessly to himself.  
"There's a bottle of booze under the swing.  Some ice there, too.  Make 
yourself a drink and get comfortable."
	She immediately took his advice and retrieved the half-empty bottle of 
Scotch carefully set by a fresh tumbler and a bucket of ice, setting the 
bottle on a table to the side of the swing.  She hurriedly plopped two ice 
cubes in the glass and poured herself a double shot, immediately raising the 
cold drink to her lips.  The burning liquor taken straight had an instant 
calming effect on her nerves, and she leaned back in the swing, momentarily 
relaxed.  It was embarrassing walking in on him like this, she thought.  It 
was one of those awkward human encounters everyone puts up with from time to 
time.  But she had had her fill of these incidents over the past two days.  
Bodies in lewd copulation- poses, whispers that echoed tantalizingly in the 
dark; yes, it was like some kind of obscene nightmare.  As far as Bob and 
Kent being "look-alikes" ... well, in a way, it was true, despite the fact 
that Bob's finely sculpted features and almost innocent aura contrasted with 
his brother's rather coarse masculinity.  The image of Bob's huge erectly 
throbbing penis standing out as menacingly as Kent's always did, the warmly 
pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in her mind's eyes again 
with haunting clarity.  Lord, it was gigantic! she blushed.  It must have 
been as big and as thick around or even larger than Kent's! she judged, and 
tried to shove the thought out of her mind.  What had Bob said as he left the 
room? ... "I'm your husband's brother, no?" ...  But did the blood 
relationship excuse that open show of intimacy?
	She heard Bob rummaging in the living room.  In a moment he appeared at the 
door to the porch again, his loins draped in a bath towel.  "I just tied this 
around.  Can't find my goddamn bathing suit."
	Betty nodded limply.  Bob picked up his half-finished drink from the table 
next to her and sat down on the swing beside her.  "OK Betty, what is it?" he 
said abruptly and turned, looking directly into her pretty green eyes.  "You 
really look upset.  Have you been crying?"
	Betty forced a smile and tossed her head back, taking a deep breath.  "I 
just don't know wh-where to begin.  It-it all started yesterday with you and 
Shirley," she murmured, trying to gather her thoughts, and then went on.  
"Let me have another minute to think.  You can't understand how important 
this is, Bob."
	Bob lay his hand in a brotherly gesture on her knee.  It felt reassuring 
resting there, and it gave her the strength she really needed now.  She 
resolved to herself that she would not tell him that Shirley had been 
unfaithful with Kent.  She would simply inform him of his wife's infidelity, 
which was the important thing for him at this moment.  Bob had a well-known 
temper, and if he knew it was Kent who had performed that degrading adultery 
with Shirley, Betty was afraid that the two brothers might come to blows.
	"Now drink your Scotch, honey, and tell little brother here what's the 
goddamn problem," he said with a slight note of irritability.  "Is it Kent?  
Troubles in the marriage department?"
	"Oh God," she blurted out, her eyes welling with tears again.  "It was 
Shirley.  She's been unfaithful to you, Bob.  Yes, she's been making love to 
another man," the words came in a fast stream, punctuated by quick sobs.  "I 
saw it.  She did terrible things with him.  I-I don't know how you could 
stand her after all this.  I saw it from the window.  He was a friend of 
Kent's ...  But it's not him, Bob, it's Shirley.  God, I can't stand to think 
what she's done to you."
	Bob sat up in the swing, the towel falling carelessly down his waist and 
baring the pubic hairs of his groin.  He clenched his hands across his knees 
and clasped and unclasped his fingers in a nervous, almost impatient gesture. 
 "I can't follow exactly what you've said," he sighed in slight irritation.  
"She's done what?  Been unfaithful to me?"
	"That's exactly what I said," she stated sharply, an iron resolve asserting 
itself.
	He pressed his palms to his forehead and bent over in apparent agony.  "That 
no good little ... that lousy tramp.  I just can't understand it.  We've been 
so close.  Goddamn it, just last night she'd ... Shirley ... God, you should 
have seen the way she made love to me."
	Betty reached for her drink and finished it off in one gulp.  She could see 
that this had disturbed him more than she had anticipated and she was at odds 
within herself as to what she should do.  Her eyes rested on the tensed 
muscles of his legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled up to his 
legs just below the folds of the towel and traveled up to his crotch and then 
to his slightly hair-covered belly, then she turned her gaze away.
	"Good God, Betty, tell me what they did, who was it who was doing it to 
her?" he slammed his fist hard on the arm rest of the swing.  "Tell all of it 
to me, I've got to know everything!"
	Betty shifted her weight.  She stretched out her long perfectly formed legs 
in front of her and crossed them at her delicately curving ankles.  As her 
green sparkling eyes coursed to his face, his gaze now traversed the length 
of her body from the smoothly cupped firmness of her large high-set breasts 
down to the rounded fullness of her lushly curving thighs.
	"I-I can't.  There's no reason to make things worse, to turn a knife around 
in the wound," she sighed.
	"But don't you understand?  Not knowing what happened, who fucked that 
goddamn whore makes things intolerable."
	"Please, don't use that word," Betty almost shouted.  "I can't stand to hear 
it.  I'm tired of hearing it."
	"What are you saying?  I'm the one who has to worry about his wife's 
screwing around.  Why are you acting so injured?"
	"I-I just don't know!" she grasped her head in her hands.
	"Tell, tell," he insisted.  "Did she, did he ... uh, kiss her?" he asked 
with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice.  "Did he run his hands down 
below, or anything?"
	Betty couldn't stand it!  It was horrible the way he was talking when it was 
Shirley, his own wife, that he wanted her to describe.  "Yes, yes," she 
moaned.  "Of course, they did all those things."
	Bob's face contorted in anger.  He stood up, holding the towel tightly to 
his waist, and poured Betty and himself another drink.  "And what else did 
they do, Betty?" he said in a commanding tone.  "Did she put her mouth around 
his ... uh, his thing-like this?"
	Betty fell back in the swing amazed.  Bob had reached in front of the towel 
and had seized his penis that now protruded out against the front of the 
tightly pulled material.
	"Don't turn away, Betty," he said strongly.  "You've come here to tell me 
about Shirley and you leave all the important things out.  For all I know, 
this is just a goddamn fake story."
	"Oh no, no, it isn't," she sobbed.  "But, Bob, I wish it was."
	He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged cock 
clearly evident pressing harder against the towel.  God, what was he doing, 
looking down at her like this? her mind swooned.  His face seemed to take on 
a lewd look, his eyes turning to narrow angry slits as he stared down at her.
	"I'll tell you what I'd like to do," he said, pressing his fingers against 
the bulge of his swollen prick that stood out at an obscene angle from his 
body beneath the towel.  "I'd like to get even with that bitch."
	Betty reached over and swallowed half her drink.  She felt a light bead of 
perspiration trickle down between the tingling mounds of her breasts and 
settle in a tiny pool just above her navel.  Her light blue summer sweater 
seemed incredibly hot and that same moistly warming sensation beneath her 
nylon panties that she had felt in the car began pulsating softly in her 
groin.
	"I-I just don't understand, Bob," she managed, biting at her quivering lower 
lips.
	"Don't understand," he quipped, as though he were perturbed at her 
stupidity.  Then he reached for the bottle of Scotch that was practically 
empty and refilled the two glasses.  "Good Christ, girl, it's as plain as the 
nose on your face."  He scooped up his drink from the table and took a fast 
turn around the room.  "Shirley's been out fucking and who knows what the 
hell Kent's been up to!"
	Betty cringed at the vile word and the way he had spat it out.  "Oh God, do 
... do you have to use that horrible language, Bob?  Isn't it ... isn't it 
bad enough already?"
	Betty had managed to find a hanky and was wiping her eyes.  She was trying 
to be very level-headed about the whole terrible mess, had gotten control of 
her tears, but the shocking jolt of what she had seen still didn't seem to 
completely sink into Bob's mind.  He was angry, yes, but that anger seemed 
directed more at her than at the source of the trouble.  And he was acting so 
strange, his thing between his legs sticking out like an erect pendulum-and 
he didn't even seem concerned about that.
	"I'm sorry, Bob," she tried to ease his agitation.  "But I wasn't listening 
to what you said."
	"I said that Shirley's not going to pull some fool thing like that and get 
off without retaliation," he repeated, coming back to stand in front of her.  
"Drink your drink.  We both need another."
	She did, willingly.  Thank God for the comfort and strength that the liquor 
had given her this day, she thought.  Without it, she would have probably 
gone completely to pieces.
	"What do you intend to do, Bob?" she uttered softly, looking up at him.
	He rocked back on the balls of his feet and smirked.  There was something 
almost sinister in his grin now, she thought, and there was also a forceful 
quality that wasn't quite reassuring.  He looked mean but she thought she 
could bring him to an understanding of the plight they were both in-if she 
could only tell him that Shirley had been running her long licking tongue 
between Kent's legs, and if she could just admit that it had been Kent's 
moistly throbbing cock inside Bob's wife's hungrily sucking mouth!  Then he 
would be less calloused in his treatment of her and they could work things 
out together.  The first syllable came slow, uttered in unintelligible gasps, 
but finally she spat it out.
	"Oh god, Bob!  It was your brother, my husband!  It was Kent who did it to 
her.  Didn't you guess?"
	Bob bolted back, forcing a look of alarm at her words.  Yes, he had finally 
gotten her to say it, he gloated to himself with a sense of 
self-satisfaction.  He couldn't help but suppress a smile at her.  Was it 
possible there were still such nave young girls in the world as his 
sister-in-law?  "Frankly, I can't believe it.  Kent ... Jesus, my own 
brother?"
	"It happened and I didn't want to tell you, but you've been so angry with me 
I felt I had to."
	He sat down on the swing next to Betty.  "I'll kill the bastard," he exhaled 
with biting anger.  "I knew he was screwing around but I didn't think it 
would come to this."
	Betty patted his arm softly.  "Now, it's my turn to try to give you some 
advice."
	"How could I have been such a bastard to you when you came in?  If you'd 
only said ... if you'd just told me the whole story."
	Betty said nothing.  She sipped on her drink, finishing it, and Bob refilled 
it and his own.  "I just didn't think Kent could do a thing like that to us.  
And I was afraid you two would get in a row over it," she finally conceded.
	Bob watched the tanned smoothness of her firmly rounded thighs exposed to 
him below her white summer skirt that had snaked up almost to the "V" of her 
loins.  He could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as 
he studied their delicious fullness and it was all he could do to keep from 
reaching over and pulling her down right now.  Obscene thoughts of how sweet 
her warmly clasping little pussy wrapped around his cock would feel shifted 
through his mind.
	"Well, I know of a sure way to even the score with them," he said, inching 
his arm up over the back of the swing and resting his hand on the softness of 
her neck.
	Betty looked at him.  She searched his eyes for meaning and saw something 
lecherous, frightening there.  "I don't think I follow you ..."
	"Simple ... tit for tat ... an eye for an eye ... a wife for a wife," he 
said slowly, his tongue slipping over his lips suggestively.
	Betty felt the muscles in her neck tense but she didn't pull away from his 
hand.  A clamminess crept the length of her spine, causing a little shiver to 
pass over her.  She managed finally: "Are you ... suggesting that we ...  My 
God!  You are, aren't you?"
	She took another strong gulp from the glass and set it absentmindedly on the 
table.  Her elbow knocked carelessly against the table and the tumbler fell 
with a shattering of glass to the floor.
	"Now look what you've gone and done.  You got so flustered at my suggestion 
that you've broken one of my new whisky tumblers," Bob laughed and patted her 
good-naturedly on the shoulder.
	She bent down to pick up the splintered pieces scattered in front of the 
swing and, as she did, Bob clasped his hand around her chin and drew her face 
to his lips.  She pulled back, her lips quivering in fear, then he pulled 
forward again and thrust his tongue deep into her resisting mouth.  She tried 
to rise up and wrench away, but she couldn't.  It was not a matter of his 
superior strength that was evident in the tight grasp he now had around her 
shoulders and the firm clasp of one hand on the pouted flesh of her cheeks.  
It was just that for some reason she didn't want to.  He kissed her again, 
and this time her lips trembled softly as he splurged in his tongue, then 
withdrew it slowly, sending out warm electric tingles of pleasure across her 
flushed cheeks. 
	"No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction, and finally drew up 
and slanted her heaving body against the far side of the swing.  "What in the 
world do you think you're doing?  This is no way to solve things.  Let's be 
reasonable, please."
	He rose from the swing and stood in front of her.  Betty's mind, dazed from 
the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty focusing, 
but gradually what she saw began to register in her mind and she flinched 
back with shock: the towel lay at his feet and his huge fleshy monster of a 
cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree angle, its giant slowly reddening 
head only a few inches from her face.
	Betty smoothed the white pleated folds of her skirt across the tops of her 
well tanned legs.  Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose hair 
that fell carelessly across her cheek.  She tried to keep her eyes away from 
him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon the satiny 
bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to his flattened waist 
and belly, but she couldn't.  Around his buttocks was the white band of his 
absent bathing trunks, accentuating his thighs.  Betty's mouth went dry and 
she tingled with a warmly rippling sensuality as he shifted his weight and 
bent toward the table where his drink remained half-finished.
	"I don't want to tell Kent I know about this," his voice trailed off as he 
faced the light-slatted blinds and turned his protruding rigid maleness away 
from her.  "But listen, my sweet little sister-in-law.  You and I have got to 
come to an agreement about it.  Kent's as much a son-of-a-bitch as Shirley's 
a slut.  You know that."
	Betty sighed audibly.  He heard the light squeak of the swing when she 
pushed back with her feet on the floor.  He didn't like this blackmailing 
sort of thing, getting her into bed by threatening a confrontation with his 
brother, but he guessed he'd have to do it.  He could see her quivering 
little female body was aching to let him fuck it; he knew by the way her eyes 
glazed over when she looked at his hotly throbbing prick almost beckoning her 
to suck it and to let him skewer it up into her warm little belly.  He 
imagined Shirley hadn't had as much difficulty with Kent who just needed a 
little coaxing to leap into bed with practically any desirable woman.  Last 
night when they had planned their seductions, Shirley had made a wager with 
him, saying it would be impossible-at least it was improbable, that she would 
give into him.  "Too much of a prude.  She's hung up with that purity and 
chastity stuff.  She's too Victorian."  But what Shirley didn't understand 
was that a woman of her kind would do anything to keep up pretenses, to hold 
up the faade of normalcy and propriety that she had worked so hard with Kent 
to achieve.  No, Betty didn't want her little balloon to burst, she had too 
much at stake to permit that, at least at this point in her life. 
	"I-I guess I'm beginning to see your point," she said and stood up from the 
swing.  "But I'm so upset now.  Let me have another drink, will you?"
	Bob swiveled from his stance against the porch blinds and dropped an ice 
cube into her glass, refilling it and handing it to her.
	She drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts that she 
didn't notice him coming up close to her.  Suddenly she sensed his face 
inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth.  She squirmed 
backward but he approached again, his huge cock pressing against her leg and 
his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen.  She couldn't deny the 
fascination he held in her, the almost hypnotizing warmth his hands produced 
and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock poking near her moistly widening 
vagina.  Neither could she ignore the fact that she was married, or forget 
her own strictly moralistic background, but then she remembered what her 
husband had done with his own sister-in-law.  Both Bob and she were right in 
doing what they pleased at this point; it was a primitive but justifiable 
revenge and in the end it might also prevent a bloody brawl between the two 
brothers.
	"Oh yes, Bob," she suddenly whispered.  "I know what you mean."
	Without thinking, she lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip.  
She felt his hand reach around to the back of her skirt, playing with the 
latch and zipper over the top of her buttocks until he had pulled it loose.  
It fluttered down, catching on her knees momentarily, and she kicked it to 
the floor.  With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her tight-fitting blue summer 
sweater over her head and tossed it carelessly onto the swing.


Chapter 4 

	Betty felt a momentary flicker of remorse after disrobing, but it quickly 
faded as he moved his mouth down her neck, planting warmly sucking kisses 
along the smooth curve of her hairline.  She was still partially clothed in a 
pair of transparent nylon panties and a form-fitting bra that covered her 
lusciously uplifting breasts thrusting into the cups of his lewdly kneading 
hands.
	Suddenly he released one hand.  With an experienced snap of his fingers, he 
unclipped the tightly clasping halter and the two large white fully rounded 
tits swayed out, their erect nipples brushing his face as the bra dropped to 
the floor.  He ran his tongue down between the lush cleavage and lighted his 
lips on one nipple that sprung out in diamond-chipped hardness at his first 
gently nibbling suck. 
	"Oh ... oh ... oh," she moaned and found her own hands coursing down his 
stomach
	He moved one hand to the smoothly curving roundness of her nylon clad 
buttocks and cupped them while he continued sucking like a milking child on 
her breasts.  God! those buttocks were as beautifully shaped as her tits, the 
thought flooded his mind.  Her body was warm and soft against him; she 
lowered her face, pulling his lips from her breast and locking her mouth 
tightly to him as her hand began its instinctive search between their 
standing bodies for his rock-like hardness
	He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity.  Damn, 
he had really gotten her going, and now all that was necessary was to move 
into the bedroom and continue what they were doing in there.  "Let's get 
inside," he said.
	She turned toward him, her face dazed-looking with passion.  "Yes, we'll go 
into that nice big bedroom of yours, we will, won't we?" she breathed softly 
her hand still locked around his rapidly stiffening cock.
	He moved off the balcony ahead of her, walked quickly into the bedroom, and 
sat down on the bed.  He waited but she didn't follow.  He listened for her 
voice, but all he heard was the sound of youthful laughter floating up from 
the large central patio below the apartment complex.  Goddamn it, she must 
have suddenly lost her nerve!
	"Bring the ice bucket in with you when you come, will you?" he shouted out 
cheerfully.  "I'll get some more Scotch from the kitchen."
	When he returned from the liquor cabinet, she was seated at the foot of the 
bed.  She looked up at him and smiled, but it was only an attempt.  She had 
pulled up the blinds part way and the light sliced through the diaphanous 
curtains in front of them and fell in dappled lines across the thick soft rug 
at her feet, making exotic patterns across her beautifully formed legs.
	"Bob, I don't know if we should go through with it," she finally said.  "I 
... I was moved by you out there, but now I don't know."
	Bob shrugged and stomped assertively toward the dresser.  He placed the 
fresh bottle of Scotch with two new tumblers on its ledge, then turned to 
her: "Finish what you start, baby.  Do you have an idea what brother Kent and 
my little sex-kitten are doing right now?"
	Betty flinched, then she leaned back on her elbows, propping up her 
sensuously reclining body.  Christ, he just had to have her now, he couldn't 
wait a moment longer!  She was performing like a cock-teaser ... he couldn't 
blame her for acting that way, considering the situation ... but that's 
exactly what she was!
	He opened the liquor bottle, poured out two shots, and carried the glasses 
across the rug, setting Betty's down in front of her and dropping two fresh 
ice cubes into both glasses.  "Drink," he commanded, a note of exasperation 
tingeing his voice. 
	Silently, she picked up her Scotch and sipped, then set it back down on the 
floor.  He was lying next to her now, running his fingers down her sides in 
lightly playing circles and bringing her to another pitch of arousal that had 
been dampened momentarily when they had moved into the bedroom.
	Suddenly he grabbed her, not being able to resist a moment longer.  He 
pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed moistly, feeling her buttocks 
tighten against his hand resting on them and then, with dwindling reluctance, 
she kissed him warmly back.  Her female odor was maddening, a perfume he 
didn't recognize, but that reminded him dimly of the freshness of spring 
azaleas.  Her lips were soft and gave before the harsher pressure of his 
teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over his skin.  
He moved his hand to the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties and 
pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round buttocks and let 
them drop to the floor.
	Then he pivoted his body, wriggling slowly down her side, his lips kissing 
the firm curves of her softly quivering flesh.  He pulled himself over her 
stomach and ran his tongue over her smooth flat belly, dipping his head to 
just above her softly waving curls of blonde pubic hair.
	The shocking obscenity of what he was about to do made Betty recoil in 
sudden repugnance.  "No ... no!  You can't do that!  It's awful!  Oh God!" 
Betty moaned and twisted, but Bob's heavy grip held her fast.  "Please, my 
husband never has ... done that to me ... please!"
	"Your sister-in-law ..." he gasped.  "She did it to your husband ... it's 
only fair that you should have it, too," Bob answered, his eyes feasting 
hungrily on the thin coral lips.
	He placed his palms flat against the inside of her thighs, his thumbs 
resting on the soft fleshy cuntal lips.  She looked down at him hunched there 
on all fours now, pushing her legs wide apart and grinning up between her 
proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its 
helpless fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast.  The moistly 
pinkening flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his leering face in 
defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen to the mattress, watching his tongue 
slowly circling his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to 
take place.
	He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden 
trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her to now. 
 He knew she wanted him to do it-it was only a matter of showing some 
tenderness as he began.  He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured slowly 
outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly 
it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view.  
It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, 
glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs.  His mouth opened 
wide as he dropped his head closer to the moistly glistening mound.  Then he 
buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warmly 
throbbing vaginal walls.
	"Oh God," she moaned, not knowing whether to push his head away or to pull 
him closer to her secret genitals.  "What are you doing to me?"
	Again she jerked and a soul-searing moan escaped from her chest.
	The tongue swiped once more, this time burrowing against the softly tingling 
bud of her clitoris.  She ground back her buttocks in uncertain response and 
he licked again, his rapidly darting tongue circling around the steadily 
moistening cuntal lips, prodding at her clitoris and then exploring the 
silky, hair-fringed flanges in a relentlessly flicking movement.
	"Oh ... God ... Bob, no, please stop," but his plunging head shook 
negatively, and he continued on.
	She rolled her head back on the mattress, knowing that she couldn't get up 
and leave now when she had already gone so far as to kiss him and to hold his 
cock in her tightly squeezing hands.  But now a new sensation swept over her 
that she hadn't been prepared for or at least hadn't been aware of before.  
Sensations that only an instant before had filled her with an inner revulsion 
were now sending out tiny pulses of pleasure through her groin ... yes, it 
felt good, and she was being eaten and sucked and enjoying it just as Kent 
had writhed in ecstasy over Shirley's hotly devouring mouth between his legs!
	Her hands moved sensuously downward over her warmly throbbing breasts and 
slid slowly across her smooth flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of 
his lips.  "Yes, Bob, you're doing it good, goooooood," escaped sputtering 
from her open mouth.
	His lips rounded and fully covered the hotly clasping opening and he thrust 
his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from Betty whose 
convulsively throbbing thighs pressed around either side of his moving head.  
Bob could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as 
the walls of the warmly palpitating vaginal opening dilated and closed in a 
hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull it deeper within.  Christ, he 
had her going now, his mind raged, and there was nothing that could stop her 
rampaging pussy from thrusting against his wetly skewering tongue, nothing in 
the goddamn world.  Her heels pressed hard down against his back, trapping 
his body between her desperately straining thighs until he couldn't breathe; 
his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris above, 
breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in 
abundance from it.  It incited his already stiffening cock to a hardness that 
he could no longer control-he had to fuck his older brother's wife.  God, he 
had to screw her now or he would explode his cum out all over the mattress.
	"Oh, lick my pussy like that some more!" she moaned and dug her hands into 
his face, pulling it tighter and tighter into her updrawn legs that were 
opening and closing rhythmically around his bobbing head.  "Yes, suck it, oh, 
suuuuuck!" she mewled and the cords of her neck stood out when she pulled 
with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
	Bob could stand it no longer.  He wrenched his shoulders up from between her 
desperately clasping legs and lifted his torso over her, pressing his hands 
down to the sides of her excitedly squirming body for support.  She was a 
tantalizing little piece of innocence and warmly opening sexuality lying 
below him: her honey-blonde hair streamed across her forehead and fell in 
gently outlining circles over her breasts; the full lips of her mouth opened 
and closed gasping for breath, and her small fists clasped and unclasped 
while she went through the agony of waiting for the renewed onslaught against 
her naked and exposed body.
	"Oh god, why did you stop?  It felt so good," Betty moaned, peering up at 
him as though she were a child being reprimanded for something she didn't 
quite understand.  "I-I never thought it would be like that, honest, I 
didn't, do you know that?"
	Bob remained silent.  She saw him kneeling on all fours over her, his face 
twisting lewdly, and her eyes trailed down his broad chest and stomach to the 
rigid pulsating pole that stood out like a hotly throbbing sword from the 
soft shadows of his groin.
	"I'm going to fuck you now," her husband's younger brother panted.  "It's 
time we got to the real business, isn't that right, honey?"
	"Oooooooh," Betty groaned, a sudden flood of fear and the memory of what she 
had just let him do to her with his tongue between her legs sending a wave of 
humiliation through her body.  Yet the very lewdness of his words had excited 
her more, if that were possible, and she fought within herself against this 
final surrender that would mean her total surrender to him.
	"Open your legs wide, Betty," he spat out with an unexpected viciousness.  
"When you get this in you, you'll know what fucking is all about."
	Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, Betty opened her legs wide 
apart, wider than when he had his head lodged between them.  Bob levered up 
over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders.  He dropped one 
hand between their bodies taking the hard throbbing cock between his fingers 
and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy 
lips of her cunt.  She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing 
her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the 
sensitive ragged edges of her moistly dilating pussy. 
	"Oh-oh, no," she whimpered, attempting a protest as she felt the first harsh 
pressure against the wet elastic opening of her vagina.  Yes, she was moist 
down there from the constant suckings and lickings of his lips and tongue, 
yet he seemed larger and thicker than she would be able to take even in her 
wildly excited state. 
	He pushed.
	"Aaaaaaagh," she moaned as he levered forward and just the tip slipped 
through, stretching the slightly resisting rubbery opening until Betty felt 
as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward 
pressure.
	He pushed again, the blood-gorged head forcing itself into the wetly 
clasping opening, and he felt her flesh give way, her full firm buttocks 
arching up to receive the full length of his relentlessly prodding cock.  
Shirley had been wrong, how wrong!  His hot, puritanical little sister-in-law 
would be thrashing beneath him like a bucking mare any moment, and his wife 
had said that she would be too prudish to accept even a passing kiss!  But 
this was too goddamn good to be true!  She was driving him out of his mind!  
His obscene pleasure was heightened by the realization that he was finally 
getting even with his older brother Kent who had always been at the top of 
the class in school, Kent who had finally showed himself as a goddamn prodigy 
in business while Bob groped along as a half-success in his older brother's 
omnipresent shadow.  Well, he was showing him now, he was fucking his little 
wife and fucking her good!
	"Oh, shove it into me, darling, screw me like that, yessss," Betty's voice 
intoned involuntarily and her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him in 
a reaction that had been building in her for longer than she had realized.  
There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing 
through her veins.  She had lost, and there was nothing to do but urge him on 
with the lewdest words she could think of and to enjoy her own obscene 
surrender to the act of adultery as Bob's vigorously skewering cock plunged 
deeper and deeper into her cunt.
	He slipped his hands down her voluptuously curved sides and slid them around 
the soft round globes of her smoothly gyrating buttocks, grasping them 
harshly, one in each hand.  God, his hands felt beautiful cupping at her 
ass-cheeks, the thought blazed in her mind; they cupped and squeezed while he 
fucked his heavily impaling rod deep into her flowering cunt, pumping with 
increasing force until her legs on either side of her hips were jerking and 
quivering with uncontrolled abandon.  And she didn't even care.  She had 
known that he would fuck her, had been aware of it from the moment she had 
walked onto the porch-yes, she had wanted that cock that was now flicking and 
plunging its sperm-inflated head up through her warmly clinging cuntal 
passage, fucking her with a hot vengeance that they both shared against their 
equally adulterous spouses.  She could feel the hard ridges of his 
piston-like rod drubbing into her open belly with merciless pile-driving 
thrusts; the thick blood-gorged shaft began longer smooth strokes that 
brought the smoothly pistoning head almost all the way out of her tightly 
clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrust forward again into her 
uplifting buttocks until she could feel the velvety smack of his balls down 
against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
	"Do you like it?" she suddenly heard his voice as though from a great 
distance.
	"Yes, oh god, Bob, it feels so good," she whined softly, the maddening slap 
of his balls on her nakedly exposed anus driving her to greater frenzy.
	"Then tell me it's better than Kent, tell me that," he demanded, suddenly 
increasing the thrust of his sword-like driving instrument through the 
ravished sucking walls of her cunt.
	"I'll tell you anything," she moaned, "just keep on doing it.  Yes, you do 
it ... you fuck better than Kent ... you know how to really fuck me, oh keep 
it up!"
	Bob gloated above her on the lewdly squeaking mattress.  He had gotten her 
to say it and now he braced himself on his knees and elbows over the insanely 
thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt slip and draw itself up 
and down the rigid length of his cock at will.  He bucked forward on her 
upstroke several times, driving the growing head almost through the walls of 
her womb.
	"I-I ... never had it so goooood," she repeated of her own volition now.
	He moved one hand down from her wildly rotating buttocks and played 
teasingly with his finger at the widespread crack.  Then he prodded one 
finger in through the softly giving crevice, finding her warm virginal anus 
ready and almost accepting his probe.  She jerked back, startled at first as 
he began moving the finger in tiny circles around the tightly puckering 
little opening, pressing tentatively and then pushing in through the firm, 
elastically stretching lips.
	"Aaaaagh, aaaaagh," she screamed when he thrust his finger in a quarter inch 
farther and she mumbled out words incoherently at him between heavily panting 
gasps from the pain in her rectum.
	But then, as after he had first thrust his inflamed cock into her pussy, the 
pain drifted into a new inexplicable pleasure that she did not want to stop.  
Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her anal passage from her 
cunt she could feel the sperm-bloated ridge of the bottom of his cock pushing 
against his invading finger, his huge male member sliding smoothly in and out 
in rhythmic unison with the obscene assault at her nether passage.
	"Oh god, Bob ...  Fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted mindlessly.  "Split 
me!  Split me!"
	Bob shoved a second ravaging finger in, sinking both all the way up to the 
palm of his hand.  He dug them cruelly into the tight fleshy anal passage and 
Betty jerked up, her wildly undulating buttocks rising several inches off the 
spongy mattress to escape the second sudden intrusion in her backside.  But 
Bob had timed it well and rammed his grinding pelvis forward with a 
vengeance, driving his cock deeper into her cunt.  There was nothing she 
could do to escape the kaleidoscopic pinwheel of sensation that spun through 
her loins; she was hopelessly impaled at both ends by his fingers and cock 
and in her sex-crazed state of mind she could not distinguish one blurry stab 
of pain from another electric pulse of ecstatic pleasure.  All she knew was 
this man, her own husband's younger brother, was fucking her as she had never 
been fucked before in her life!  She wrapped her arms around his neck and 
pulled his face close to hers, splurging her tongue into his mouth and 
receiving his tongue in turn as though it were another cock that swirled and 
poked at the insides of her cheeks.  Then she moved her hand down between 
their now sweat-slickened bodies, sliding it alongside the concavity of their 
slapping groins until it came to rest on the gourd-like sac of his 
semen-bloated balls.  His fingers sunk mere fractions of an inch away into 
her voraciously sucking little rectum, occasionally brushing against her hand 
while she fondled and squeezed gently at his testicles.  She fingered the 
smooth soft folds and ran her thumb up to the base of his rapidly plunging 
prick, tickling at the bottom of the round rubbery head as it slipped almost 
out of the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt on the backstroke.
	"Christ!  What the hell are you doing to me!" he groaned out in a sharp gasp 
of pleasure.
	"Darling," she gasped back.  "I'm giving you as much ... as ...  Oh God, as 
much as you're fucking and giving me!"
	She shifted her hand suddenly from the distended cup of his balls and 
running it up his hips to his muscularly working buttocks thrust a finger 
into his own rubberily sucking nether passage.  The two lurched, fingers 
jabbing, and pelvises buffeting like colliding freight trains; wet, 
sweat-soaked smacking sounds reverberated around the room, harmonizing lewdly 
with their mutual grunts of lust.
	"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as though 
she were close to death.  She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft tender 
thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her deeply 
impaled buttocks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her 
cunt up and down crazily on his hotly plunging and growing cock.
	He lurched over her, his balls ready to explode into hot streams of milky 
cum; he could feel it building like a trapped geyser ready to erupt, but he 
held off, sucking in deep gulps of breath, and wallowed in these last moments 
of engulfing pleasure.  He could hear his brother's wife's sobs coming more 
rhythmically and closer together, and he felt the first trickle of her cum 
juice trail down from her rapidly buffeting cunt and warm his fingers as he 
continued his lewd finger-fucking of her hotly clinging little rectum.  Her 
own finger plunged more deeply into his straining back passage, jamming it up 
to the second knuckle and sending a depraved ripple of electrified pleasure 
jolting upward and fusing with the ecstasy of his heavily churning semen that 
was about to spew out the gaping head or his painfully burgeoning cock.
	"Oohhhhh ... ohh..  ohhhharrrrgh!" Betty chanted, her face contorted crazily 
in the rising buildup of coming orgasm.
	Bob grunted and hammered further and further until he felt the head of his 
cock touch all the way back to her cervix and the walls of her hotly milking 
cunt clasp and unclasp in spasmodic grips around the hot, heavily fisting 
head of his organ.
	"God ...  Oh ... cummmmmming, I ...  Cummming!" she suddenly squealed with a 
high pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip 
high up behind his laboring back.  At the same time she pressed her fingers 
fiercely into his back passage and smashed her open abandoned mouth against 
his warmly sucking lips.  Her body arched and she held tight to him, not 
moving but quivering and jerking around him in a rapidly pulsating rhythm 
that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his viciously pummeling cock.
	"Oh God ... Oh, Oh," Bob's voice uttered in a sharp masculine echo of his 
own orgasmic cries.  "Cummmming, oh, ... arrrrrgg!"
	He buckled above her, his thick heaving cock hosing out the hot milky sperm 
as it made its mad rush from the sanctity of his balls and began spewing in 
hot thin streams in to her spasmodically sucking cunt.  He rocked above her, 
one hand tangled cruelly in her cascading blonde hair, and squeezed the other 
against her desperately flexing buttocks, withdrawing his fingers from her 
invaded rear channel with a final, obscene little farting noise.  Slowly, as 
he felt her body go limp beneath him, his cock deflated in her gently 
clasping cunt that continued to slowly draw every last tiny drop of the warm 
sticky sperm from the battered organ. 
	And then there was silence.
	The couple lay breathing heavily beside one another, their arms and legs 
half-clasped where they had fallen after their final embrace.  Betty 
gradually opened her eyes and looked toward Bob.  His face was swollen, his 
lips curled in a cat-like grin of complete satiation.  The sounds of early 
evening traffic echoed up through the window from the street below, mingling 
with the drifting voices of young people moving down the halls of the 
building.  The consciousness of what she had just done wafted through her 
mind, and she moaned involuntarily.  So ... the original sin has now been 
revenged.
	"What's the matter?" Bob's voice suddenly broke through her thoughts.  "Do 
we feel guilty now that all the fun's over?"
	Betty sat up rigidly in the bed.  "Bob, don't be that way!" she said, her 
words taking on a strong assertive tone that masked her inner uncertainty.  
"I'll suffer with my own guilt without your help, thank you."
	She stood up from the bed and reached down for her panties on the rug.  She 
couldn't understand how he could be so lackadaisical at a time like this, but 
she vowed to herself that she would try not to show any signs of remorse for 
him to play upon.  She pulled the soft flimsy nylon up over her smoothly 
tapering legs and stretched the elastic waist band so it fit neatly over her 
small trim waist, then turned to Bob again, "It's late.  I've got to get home 
before there are any more complications."
	Bob yawned and stretched the full length of his body on the bed, propping 
his boyish-looking head on the pillow behind.  Beside him, on the end table, 
she could see the picture of Bob and Shirley in the lewd oral embrace that 
Betty had shrunk away from a few hours ago.  A cold shiver of personal 
revulsion raced down the length of her spine when she remembered that she had 
permitted Bob to do similar things to her and that she had actually enjoyed 
it.  She turned from the bed and walked to the door leading out of the 
bedroom. 
	"Tell Shirley I'll sleep over here tonight," he said as she moved out the 
door.  She looked back at him a final time and saw that he was laughing 
silently to himself.  "Tell her I've still got lots and lots ofpainting to 
do."
	She shot him a confused anguished look.  "You call Shirley yourself, Bob.  I 
don't want to have anything to do with her, at least for awhile."
	Bob sat up in bed, then dipped his legs to the floor.  "OK.  Whatever you 
want.  But listen.  Christ, the game isn't over yet."
	Betty's eyes fell to the floor.  "I-I don't follow you."
	Bob stood up and walked to the bureau where he had left his drink.  He 
refilled his glass and downed half of it.  "We're having a house party in two 
weeks.  You can bet your ass Kent will find a way to get out of the house, 
and I'll wager he'll be doing more than just a little heavy drinking."
	Betty's face flushed over in anger.  She left the room immediately and 
retrieved the remainder of her clothes from the porch.
	"That's hardly a veiled invitation, Betty," he called out from the bedroom.  
"We haven't evened the score quite yet.  I mean, do you really believe that 
the two of them are going to be so goddamn virtuous after all they've already 
done?"
	She finished dressing in silence.  She resolved not to even answer him, for 
any response at this point would be a relinquishment of her resolve to be 
done with the whole shoddy business.  She checked around the porch for any 
remnants of clothing she might have left behind.  Her hanky lay crumpled up 
on the swing and she scooped it up and put it into her pocket book.  Then she 
quickly smoothed her long blonde hair and turned down the hallway leading out 
of the apartment.  When she got home she would have a hot bath and go right 
to bed.  Kent would be out at the country club and God only knew what Shirley 
would be up to.  Actually it didn't matter since she was just too tired right 
now to really care; her heart pounded in her chest as she raced out of the 
apartment and down the three flights of stairs.  In the foyer she looked at 
herself coldly in the garish gilt-framed mirrors noticing a few new lines in 
her face, and her mascara blurred.


Chapter 5 

	The day after Betty's encounter with Bob at his new apartment Shirley moved 
across town to join her husband.  Kent was off on another business trip the 
following afternoon, and Betty was left alone in the large ranch-style house. 
 She was grateful to have the young couple off her hands and felt relieved 
when Kent announced that he was flying to Chicago for a market-research 
meeting.  She needed time to think and assess the disorder of facts and 
feeling floating around her brain, so the emptiness of the house was a kind 
of late-summer balm that she welcomed wholeheartedly.  She began to feel more 
like herself again and took up some reading she had been planning all year 
for a vacation during the summer.  On a few afternoons she drove to the shore 
of Long Island Sound, discovering a secluded beach between the rows of 
cramped beach houses and suburban estates, and sunned herself in her new 
bikini.  Two evenings before Kent was to return from Chicago Bob had called.  
She was out on the patio drying her body from a dip in the pool, and she had 
found it troublesome to have to run still wet to the kitchen phone.
	"Hey, Honey," he had said with a disarming intimacy in his voice.  "How you 
doing without Kent around?"
	"I'm doing just fine.  Is that all you want to know?" she answered 
irritably.  "I'm soaking wet from the pool and dripping all over the kitchen 
floor."
	"Just wanted to remind you that our little party is coming up this weekend.  
Don't suppose you've made a decision yet?"
	Betty had sucked in a deep breath and replied: "I thought I had made my 
feelings clear on that.  Enjoy your little party by yourselves.  I'm sure 
Kent will be too tired to think of getting out of the house Saturday."
	She had thought she heard some female laughter somewhere on the other side 
of the line.  Bob was silent for a moment, and then: "Shirley thinks I'm 
going to Boston.  I think you can count on Kent being here.  I hate to 
disturb you, but he knows about the party.  He's already promised Shirley 
he'd come."  There was a pause, and he had continued: "Anyway, the apartment 
will be dark.  He'll never see you."
	Then Bob had hung up, leaving Betty in questioning silence. 
	The next day she had busied herself attending to neglected chores.  She 
tried to release her mind from its compulsive concern with the phone call of 
the night before, but she had found it impossible.  Bob had said the 
apartment would be dark; she had heard Shirley's sharp high-pitched voice in 
the background that clearly showed her that Bob's wife was in on whatever 
scheme that had been devised.  By mid-afternoon Betty had finished most of 
her housework and she settled in a chaise-lounge on the patio and opened up 
the novel she had been reading to where she had left off the night before.  
She took in the words with her eyes, but they made no sense.  She tried 
reading more slowly, but her mind kept flitting off to the phone conversation 
and the party Saturday night.  No, she must be wrong; it was ridiculous to 
assume that Bob and Shirley were in on any such plan together!  Hadn't she 
been the one to inform Bob of his wife's infidelity?  Although Bob had been 
forward with her that afternoon, she had given in of her own free will and 
she had been as much to blame for what had happened.  She set her novel face 
down on the cast iron coffee table.  So much of her feelings were really tied 
up with her sense of guilt, and she saw the explanation for her reaction to 
Bob's phone call as an attempt to shift that guilt onto Bob and Shirley's 
shoulders.  She stood up from the lawn chair and faced the thick green 
foliage of the backyard.  Summer was coming to its lush appointed end; almost 
imperceptibly, the leaves seemed to have turned a deep blue-green color, and 
Betty had noticed a slight chill in the early morning that was eventually 
burnt off in the mid-day sun.  Her thoughts flowed back to the party ... she 
would wait and see, she frowned with a lack of conviction; if Kent went out 
Saturday night, it might be her duty to make sure that nothing more of this 
sort of thing happened.
	Kent returned home late Friday night, drunk as usual, and had turned into 
bed not noticing Betty still lying awake beside him.  She looked over at his 
heavily breathing body and the unopened suitcase standing by the door.  The 
usual questions drifted through her mind: where had he been?  Had his trip to 
Chicago actually lasted as long as he would explain tomorrow morning?  After 
only a few hours sleep she awoke and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. 
 Saturday.  The breeze blowing in the half-opened kitchen window felt cool, 
but the sun had risen over the thick shield of pine at the top of the yard, 
already a brightening orange disk that threatened a hot August day.
	"Some lousy convention," Kent groaned and sat down at the table a few 
minutes after she had begun boiling his eggs and prepared coffee.
	Kent liked to be eased out of a hangover he always said, rather than jolted 
into the weekend with slabs of french toast and maple syrup.  She set his 
soft-boiled egg onto a dish before him. 
	"Makham split the Conrad account.  We didn't do so badly," he cleared his 
throat, peering into his coffee as though trying to catch his own grim 
morning-after reflection.  "But I get so frigging tired of his Executive 
Accountant's face kissing up to everybody like a puppy dog."
	"Is that all you have to say about ten days in Chicago?" she smiled across 
the table at him.
	"Betty, if you don't mind," he said in a voice that seemed too tired to 
offer anything more than a small reproach.  "Let's drop the subject.  Hope 
you had a nice time, all quiet around here, I guess?"
	She nodded limply.  The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence.  A half-hour 
later he was out the door, a golf bag slung over his shoulder.  "Be back by 
four or five o'clock," he said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.  "If 
anything comes up, I'll call you."
	At five-thirty he did call, saying he'd be out until late that evening as he 
had run into some clients from New York who wanted to talk over investment 
shares in the company.  All of this seemed plausible, probable in fact ... 
but Betty Howard was slowly being moved to the point where she could no 
longer take any chances.  Too much was at stake to let her marriage dissipate 
when she had been forewarned of impending trouble.  She resolved to go to the 
party if only to see for herself whether Kent had made an appearance.  She 
became tense as the night approached and she drank two very dry martinis 
after her solitary dinner to soothe her nerves a bit.  It did seem odd, she 
remarked to herself as she dressed, that she was so excited about going to 
Shirley and Bob's only for a quick anonymous appearance.  She hoped that the 
lighting was dim enough that her presence wouldn't be too obvious.  She 
pulled on the white sleeveless form-fitting sheath that she had picked up at 
Mrs. Fergusson's a few weeks past and quickly surveyed herself in the bedroom 
mirror; as Kent, in an earlier time might have remarked, she had never looked 
more beautiful.  Her trim smoothly tapering legs flowed down from lushly 
curving hips and her firm uplifting breasts stood out just perfectly beneath 
the tightly pressing material.  God!  What was the matter with her!!  Her 
mind raced.  She went into the kitchen and made another martini.  It was her 
third and she felt more relaxed after finishing half of it, yet as she walked 
out to the station wagon she sensed a warm tingling of expectancy in herself 
that made her somewhat uncomfortable.

* * * 

	From the second floor landing Betty could hear loud music and laughter 
coming from the hallway and she was met at the top of the stairs by a burly 
man in costume garb who handed her a mask.  Behind him she could see that the 
entire corridor had been made into a dance floor: brightly lit Chinese 
lanterns hung from strings draped in colored crepe paper, and the doors of 
the two apartments occupying the building's third level were flung open 
disclosing the obscured forms of figures dressed in costume like the man in 
front of her.
	"Put on the mask," the man said, making a gesture for her to pass by him.  
"No one needs to know who you are."
	"I didn't know this was a masquerade," Betty smiled nervously and pulled the 
white cameo-like mask over her face.
	"Yeah," the man laughed hoarsely.  "That's why I'm standing at the top of 
the stairs."
	She walked down the hallway, pushing through elaborately costumed dancers, 
and headed toward Bob's apartment.  A tug on her arm pulled her backward and 
she turned toward a man dressed in a skeleton-suit and mask who quickly 
handed her a drink.
	"This will help for awhile," Bob's voice came out muffled.  "You know that 
mask you're wearing has a place for breathing and a place for drinking."
	"Is he here?" Betty came directly to the point.  "I just want to see if he 
had the nerve."
	Bob gestured her off the dance floor to a makeshift bar where couples were 
lined up waiting for the masked barman to supply them with refreshments.  
"Look, do you want to simply see that he's here, or do you want to find out 
what he's going to be doing and who he'll be doing it with?"
	Betty didn't answer.
	"We can't just go ogling at people.  I just got here myself," he exclaimed, 
raising up his hands in frustration.  "If you want to do it right, let's just 
take our time and act like part of the crowd.  We don't want to give 
ourselves away."
	"Alright," she acquiesced.  "But only to see what I came for and nothing 
else."
	In spite of the light-headed sensation the martinis had left her with, she 
could feel a small knot of fear growing in her stomach.  There was no way of 
knowing whether this was a trick on the part of Bob just to get her over 
here.  Still, the evidence from her earlier experiences-seeing Kent and 
Shirley in the backyard wrapped nakedly around each other, and Kent's ten 
days at the convention-was just a bit too much against him and if he were 
here it would take all the willpower she had not to turn loose on him and 
begin berating him right in front of the other guests.  At any rate, she 
thought as she walked down the corridor with Bob Howard, it's too late now.
	They turned in the door to the apartment adjoining Bob's and moved to a 
small love-seat in the corner of the room.  "Friend of mine, Jake Roberts, 
went in on the housewarming.  This is his place," Bob remarked, settling down 
beside Betty on the couch.
	Betty looked around the crowded room for a sign of her husband, but most of 
the costumes were so elaborate that it would be impossible to find him in the 
dim lighting unless he were pointed out.  From observing the trim physiques 
of the men and the daring outfits the women were wearing, she decided that 
most of them were from around the community of Bellows: young executive types 
with a few airline stewardesses and college students thrown in.  She watched 
Bob raise the glass to his lips and take a deep swallow and she did the same, 
glad to have something in her hand to stop her from shaking.  She was 
surprised at first by the cool licorice taste bubbling down her throat.  She 
had expected something much stronger to be served at a party like this.  She 
tipped the glass again, her throat parched from nervousness and the several 
martinis she had drunk at home by herself while preparing for the party.
	"Go slow on that stuff," Bob said, chuckling boyishly.  "It packs a pretty 
good punch after a couple."
	"What is it?  It tastes good, like a liqueur," she mumbled with a full 
mouth.
	"Pernod.  Absinthe.  Real exotic after dinner drink imported from Spain.  
Van Gogh drank it and it made him go crazy," he quipped and finished off his 
glass.
	"If that's the case," Betty said.  "You can just drink mine for me."
	"Now, baby," Bob said and laughed reassuringly.  "Taste that stuff.  Do you 
think you'll flip after one evening on Pernod.  Goddamn it, I was only 
kidding."
	She leaned back and rested against Bob's arm, feeling more relaxed and 
slightly lightheaded.  The drink certainly did taste different, but it wasn't 
really strong flavored and it didn't dull her head as the martinis had 
earlier.  The glow was there but it seemed to bring her senses more alive 
rather than to dull them.  A strange new giddiness seemed to pervade her 
whole body and she sipped heavily again as she felt Bob's arm wrap gently 
around her shoulder.  She pushed it off with a gentle movement of her hand.  
"Bob, I don't see any reason to get too cozy," she scolded, good-naturedly 
sensing that strange giddiness she had felt moments before.
	"I don't want to look conspicuous," he explained.  "If we sit here like two 
gawkers somebody might suspect something."
	Betty strained again to see if she could find her husband in any of the 
groups of three or four people talking on the open space of floor in front of 
them.  In the corner where they were sitting it would be almost impossible 
for them to meet up with Kent and that was good, but she began to feel a 
little uncomfortable with her brother-in-law pressing insistently close to 
her as he was.
	"I don't think we're going to have much luck in this corner," she said after 
a bit through the blur of cigarette smoke.
	Suddenly Bob stood up.  "You just stay right here," he said briskly.  "I 
think I have an idea."
	Before Betty could utter a protest about being left alone, he had 
disappeared out of the room.  The groups of people standing masked in front 
of her were breaking off into couples now and some of them went into the 
interior of the apartment while others began dancing closely to the slow 
insistent beat of soft guitar music coming from the stereo set in the 
hallway.  There was something openly provocative about how the dancers thrust 
their bodies up against one another in a kind of grinding movement that 
matched the sensuous rhythm of the electrified music; it was as though their 
masks had given them new identities and they were free to do as they pleased 
in their anonymity.  Through the hallucinatory flicker of a "strobe light" 
that had been set up at the far side of the room, she made out the embracing 
forms of one couple who appeared exceptionally engrossed with each other.  
The man ran his hands over the woman's full sensuous breasts and the woman 
wrapped her hands around the man's buttocks, pulling his groin to hers as 
though they were in a standing copulation position.  God, the two of them 
were actually "dry humping" as some of the more audacious girls in college 
had called it, right out in the open where everyone could see!  But she 
doubted whether the others paid the least attention: they were too much a 
part of the pulse of the music to be aware of anything but the rhythm of 
their own bodies ...
	"Interesting, isn't it?" Bob spoke with a kind of animal purr in his voice 
when he sat down beside her.
	"I-I didn't even see you come back into the room," she managed and took her 
refilled drink from his hand.
	"Oh, you were too wrapped up with that little scene," he laughed.  "But look 
closely.  Those costumes hide more than you think they do."
	The dimness of the room and the constant flicker of the strobe light made it 
almost impossible to discern more than the obscure outlines of two bodies 
thrusting back and forth against one another in time to the music, but 
eventually, as though she were putting together a puzzle, she focused with 
some clarity on the man's body.  He was dressed in a Robin Hood outfit and a 
black eye mask slanted across his otherwise exposed face.  Yes, there was no 
doubt about it.  It was Kent's body, and Kent's mouth pressing against the 
woman's lips.  After three years of marriage she would recognize him under 
any circumstances.  Bob sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across 
her waist as she sat up and leaned forward on the couch.  She made no move to 
resist.  The shock of suddenly recognizing her husband, Kent's, form made her 
totally incapable of resistance.  She felt the softness of her breasts 
crushed tightly against Bob's chest and then she pulled back.
	"You were right," she said, her voice trembling.  "I-I wouldn't have 
believed it ... but ...  I was stupid to have held out hope like that ... one 
infidelity doesn't necessarily cancel out another."
	She sat for a moment in stunned silence as Kent and the other woman 
continued dancing to a low primitively sensual voice on the stereo.  The arms 
of the couple were hooked around one another's backs, their groins locked in 
an obscene gyrating embrace.  Wild thoughts of suddenly denouncing Kent in 
front of everyone raced through her mind, but she knew that in the midst of 
this group where adultery was apparently the rule such a disturbance would be 
very much out of place.  More than her own need not to make a spectacle of 
herself, she felt a desire to find out what he would do next.  It was quite 
obvious that the short girl he was dancing with was Shirley; her large full 
upswinging breasts barely reaching to the base of his chest and the long 
swathe of blue-black hair pulled back across her toga-like costume betrayed 
her quite openly.
	"That's my wife, alright," Bob sighed, as though reading her thoughts.  "The 
rule was that no one would know what costume anyone else was wearing.  But, 
Goddamn it, they're really loving it up."
	Betty had been so involved in watching Kent and Shirley that she hadn't 
noticed another couple to the right of them who had been putting on a similar 
performance.  She felt Bob's arm nudge her softly in the side.  "Looks like 
the exhibitionists are taking over," he said sarcastically.
	Betty sipped from her Pernod and peered through the darkness at the figures 
of a man and woman arched in a bending embrace to the side of a long low 
couch.  The woman was running her hands rapidly up and down the man's groin; 
she had pulled the front of the peasant's dress she was wearing to her waist 
and he squirmed his fingers into her widespread and openly exposed loins.  
Suddenly the man reached toward the girl's frilly blouse and pulled it open.  
The young woman wasn't wearing a bra and her naked breasts popped out, 
quivering slightly, and the room seemed silent.  A new record began playing 
on the stereo; it sounded somewhat eastern and exotic to Betty and its 
rhythms matched the lewd uninhibited movements of the lovers who had slipped 
to the couch.
	"This is the second stage of the party," Bob said almost inaudibly.  "The 
next plateau is when everybody starts sneaking off to bedrooms."
	Betty nodded, her eyes glued to the incredible performance going on in front 
of her.  She could see the details of the two bodies that were now half-naked 
with disturbing clarity.  The girl was lying spread-eagled in the center of 
the large couch, her head rolling back and forth on a cushion, her face 
contorted with ecstasy.  The man pulled his pants partially down his thighs 
and kneeled between her naked widespread legs, running his lips up and down 
her body.  He sucked her heaving breasts into softly quivering hardness and 
then traced a path down to the flat plane of her spasmodically jerking 
stomach and inner thighs.  The girl writhed beneath his steadily flicking 
caresses like a woman possessed.  Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his 
lips to the lightly trembling flesh of her belly.
	Bob lit a cigarette and handed it to Betty.  In a mechanical response, she 
raised it to her lips and continued watching the couple's strange performance 
that had mesmerized her into a mute acceptance of whatever might happen next. 
 No, she hadn't wanted to come here, and it was against her best inclinations 
to stay any longer, but she was compelled to keep an eye on Kent, whatever 
the consequences.  She dragged again on the cigarette Bob had given her.  It 
had an odd sweet taste and it burned her throat, but its pungent odor almost 
soothed her, adding to the general light-headed feeling that she had gotten 
from the Pernod.
	"What on earth is this?" she whispered to Bob.
	"Strong hash," he said in a mock-ominous tone. 
	"You must be kidding," she exclaimed under her breath.  "Doesn't it make you 
not know what you're doing?"
	Bob leaned toward her impatiently, his eyes still fixed on the writhing 
couple on the couch in front of them.  "It's no worse than Pernod.  Probably 
a lot better for you, in fact.  Just draw slowly on it and hold the smoke in 
your lungs as long as you can.  I think it'll help you relax."
	Reluctantly, she followed his instructions.  After three or four 
inhalations, Betty could barely feel it going down it was so smooth.  In 
college many of her friends had smoked marijuana and hashish, but she had 
heard that the drug led on to more addictive things and had refused their 
offers to "turn her on."  She could hardly call herself in that state right 
now, but she certainly felt a bit more comfortable in the strange setting.
	Her eyes moved back to the spectacle in the center of the room.  The woman 
was beautiful and had long blonde hair very much like her own, she thought as 
she gazed at her spread in sacrifice on the couch.  It was odd, but she found 
herself almost identifying with the prone figure whose mouth hung open wide 
in ecstatic rapture as the man continued licking and teasing at her naked 
flesh and working her into a fever pitch of excitement.  Perhaps it was the 
hashish and the Pernod mingling with her own repressed sexual desires that 
created the feeling of wicked participation in the almost pagan ritual, but 
she let the speculation slip from her mind and continued to watch.
	The man placed himself in position over the young woman's rapidly rising and 
falling belly.  He was kneeling now between her widespread thighs, his hands 
moving down to the hair-covered area of her groin, his fingers splaying out 
the moist outer flanges of her cuntal lips.  Then he bobbed his head as he 
slowly parted the soft curl-fringed opening to expose the wetly glistening 
slit of the woman's vagina.  His head pushed in closer between the 
tremblingly outstretched legs, his wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly 
at the warmly quivering center of raw nerves at the top of the slit.  A low 
animal moan mewled out from the woman's lips and she arched her writhing 
groin up more tightly against the man's dipping head, her hips beginning a 
slow up and down movement in rhythm to the probings of his wetly slavering 
tongue.  The groans erupted again and again in soft sputtering sounds from 
her chest and her upper torso shimmied like a belly dancer's squirming in an 
audible swish as her wildly writhing shoulders pushed back onto the spongy 
cushions of the couch.
	Betty's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting lustfully 
beneath the depraved sucking of her hotly throbbing loins.  She drew in on 
the brown-papered cigarette, feeling her mind expand into a flowering prism 
of lewd sensation that spread out from the top of her head, tingling in tiny 
electric pinpricks of pleasure down her spine.  Her own torso began swaying 
to the low reed-like music and the rhythmic movements of the man and woman on 
the couch, her warmly palpating cuntal lips pressing through the sheer 
tight-fitting material of her dress into the soft cushion that cupped her 
loins.  A dim awareness of why she had come here and what she had expected 
herself to do floated through her consciousness ... it had something to do 
with her husband, Kent ... he was here with Bob's wife, Shirley ... she had 
seen them dancing, and dry fucking ... but all that could wait ... she would 
take care of it ... Oh God ... what was happening to her?
	Before she had time to gather her thoughts, she felt Bob's hand circling 
down the front of her dress, moving toward her warmly throbbing nipples and 
touching them ever so slightly, then slowly spiraling back again and tugging 
on their stiffening little tips ... and she knew she should resist, God, she 
had to, as she hadn't two weeks before ... but he continued his teasing and 
massaging, and suddenly he shifted his probing hand down her softly tingling 
belly until she could feel it resting just below the tight elastic band of 
her panties.  She dropped her hand down toward his to stop the sensuously 
searching fingers, but it didn't go where she had directed it; it fell with a 
feathery lightness on the edge of his hip, then slid with a purpose of its 
own to his thigh where she could feel the warmly throbbing head of his cock 
pressing against the material of his slacks.  "Oh God," she coughed, and 
seized the blunt head of his hardness.  "W-w-we can't, really, oh, Bob, I 
want to stop!"
	The reality of the action going on in front of her was now a part of her own 
being.  The woman's wildly squirming body levered up beneath the man's head 
that licked and sucked as he brought her closer to climax.  Suddenly; another 
figure moved into the arc of light centering on the two figures splayed out 
across the couch.  Betty's eyes squinted and she jerked back in a new jolt of 
astonishment: another man stood before the couch, completely naked, his 
enormous pole of a cock jutting out from his groin like a giant inflamed 
pike.  A low uneasy stirring in the hushed room accompanied the appearance of 
the new participant as he pulled back the thick foreskin from his long fleshy 
instrument and began jerking himself into further hardness.  From where Betty 
was sitting it was difficult to tell the exact size of the monstrous organ, 
but it looked to be at least ten inches long and barely fitted in the man's 
hand that continued pummeling the shaft into complete erection.  The woman 
leaned her head back, catching sight of the man costumed only in his birthday 
suit, and she opened her mouth, running her tongue salaciously across the 
edges of her gaping lips. 
	The man crouched down and guided his thickly burgeoning member toward the 
wide-stretched mouth that gaped in expectancy like the lips of an obscenely 
sucking fish.  Betty held her breath.  She was certain the girl would choke 
from the sheer size of the organ about to plunge into her mouth, the thick 
turgid head waving lewdly across her face like a heavily clenched fist.  But 
she didn't.  She moved her head and sucked hungrily as though she had waited 
all eternity for the moment.  Meanwhile, the other hunched figure increased 
the rapidly licking ministrations of the girl's loins, worming his tongue 
snake-like in through her cunt walls, then slithering it out of the moistly 
glistening crevice and running his tongue up the exposed outer flanges of her 
pussy.  One of the girl's hands rested on the man's head while he plunged 
into her groin, and the other cradled the semen-bloated testicles beneath the 
tree-trunk of a cock that was skewering hotly into her mouth from above.
	Oh god! the girl was getting it at both sides she was taking on both of them 
at once!  Betty had never seen or heard about things like this- yes, she had 
read about orgies, but for her they had been something out of Roman Mythology 
... obscure stories of idealized figures from Classical history, not real, 
hotly panting bodies in the actual flesh who suffered real passion and sucked 
at one another's genitals as the three of them were doing now!  Suddenly the 
truth of those ancient texts came to her detached consciousness with 
astounding insight: the pagan ritual was still being enacted and repeated 
inside a history of which she was a moving part; her hands gripped at Bob's 
rapidly enlarging cock through the rough material of his pants, while her own 
brother-in-law thrust his hand beneath the hem of her tight-fitting sheath, 
coursing his fingers over the light nylon strip of her panties that puckered 
in at the moistly seething opening of her throbbing vaginal lips!  And she 
could do nothing to stop it, nothing to arrest the catapulting of her 
emotions as he touched her and she watched the woman succumb to the depraved 
sucking at her loins and the bestial cock that was rampantly slicing through 
her lips.

* * * 

	From time to time Kent Howard lifted his head to the spectacle, enjoying the 
interplay of his own toying manipulations of Shirley's large smoothly 
uplifting breasts and the wild action going on a few feet away from him.  
Christ, he thought, this was a stroke of luck.  It had been so Goddamn easy 
to get out of the house and now Shirley was purring kittenishly and rubbing 
her pussy against his crotch as though she wanted to fuck him right here in 
front of everybody.  He wasn't quite ready for that, but the new sense of 
freedom that Shirley and especially this party brought into his life made him 
aware of all sorts of possibilities.  He looked down at the squirming woman 
being worked over by the two men and felt his already overheated cock jerk 
out into greater hardness.  He could feel it press stiffly through his slacks 
and bulge its steadily throbbing head directly on her palpitating little 
slit.  She was a pretty thing, this Shirley; and she had sucked and fucked 
him royally at his own house and in a few minutes he would be returning the 
compliment by screwing her right in her own bedroom.  At first he'd been 
concerned about Bob finding out, but Shirley had assured him that Bob was out 
of town.  He didn't quite believe that, but he proceeded upon the assumption 
that things would turn out OK as it looked like his two young in-laws had 
worked out an "arrangement" ... if they were involved in wife-swapping no 
harm would be done; and if Bob had left for the weekend, his brother wouldn't 
be any the wiser.
	"Look," Shirley's voice spoke softly and she clamped her fingers around his 
hard erect instrument.  "She's going crazy.  God, Kent, I'd love to have two 
men come on me that way."
	Kent laughed somewhat uneasily.  It was true.  The girl's face on the couch 
was contorted now in mounting lust, her smoothly ovalling lips clasping and 
unclasping over his long thick prick.  The man grunted, his eyes flickering 
smokily to her tender lips, then burned down the blonde woman's erotically 
writhing body to his companion who continued the ravishment of her loins.
	Shirley's hands moved with greater insistence over Kent's erect blood-filled 
cock, unzipping his fly so that she could feel it through his cotton jockey 
shorts.  "God, you feel big, you big man," she whispered, and pulled her 
dress up over her thighs until only the thin covering of their underwear 
prevented complete access to each other.  "Later, I want you to put it in my 
mouth and maybe I'll find another guy to suck my cunt at the same time like 
he's licking her."
	Kent gasped, and pulled open Shirley's robe-like costume so that her breasts 
faced him in the dim light like two ripe gently uplifting cantaloupes.  He 
leaned down and sucked one, dimly aware that there were others in the room 
who might be watching.  But a quick look around the room assured him that 
they were as involved in gratifying their own lewd desires as were the trio 
on the couch ... and hell, he thought, if they saw him, it just added a 
little more spice to the whole thing.  To his side he thought he glimpsed 
Carol Roberts, Jake Roberts' wife, kissing a man who was definitely not her 
husband.  Maybe he could get something going with her later ... she was a 
lithe little thing, almost like a model except for those nice round tits ...  
Shirley had said something about two guys ... and the thought of two women, 
one that he could finger fuck or suck while he pistoned his cock hotly into 
another sent his mind into a crazy tailspin.
	In front of him, the three were now building toward simultaneous orgasm.  
The man who had been sucking at the woman's wetly writhing crotch had now 
rolled himself on top of her, lodging his long impaling hardness into the hot 
recesses of her silky cunt, while the crouched man writhed and strained 
beside her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of 
death.  His long fingers were curled tightly in her hair, slipping her mouth 
that needed no guidance up and down over the end of his smoothly thrusting 
prick as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath 
of his animal-like lust.
	Kent felt his heavily pulsing penis leap up into his sister-in-law's hand in 
an obscene sympathetic response.  She squeezed gently through his underwear, 
scraping her fingers over the underside of his blood-gorged cock where the 
pleasure sensation was the strongest.  In turn, he wriggled two fingers 
beneath the tight elastic band of her panties and quickly searched out the 
warmly quivering little bud of her clitoris, swishing his fingers around it 
until he brought out a low feline groan from her chest.  Shirley jerked back 
a half-step, her eyes gaping toward the couch, and he turned to see the man 
with the enormous cock convulsively lurch his pelvis in climax, his mouth 
opening wide in an uncontrolled "aaaaah" as his lewd sperm erupted in the 
warm interior of the girl's warmly sucking mouth.
	The man driving slavishly between her thighs swept his hands around the 
girl's wildly buffeting ass and cupped the cheeks in his fisting hands, his 
face turning beet red as he churned into her rapidly flexing groin.  The 
woman choked and sputtered for a single, long-held minute, the double 
impalement driving her to electric-charged gurglings of ecstasy; she was a 
depraved picture of insane animal lust.  Her head sucked hungrily up the huge 
disengorging cock and her long blonde hair splayed out in abandon across her 
round quivering breasts as the man skewering into her cunt met her orgasm 
with a crushing jerk of his buttocks, exploding into her moistly clasping 
pussy with a loud slap of his balls against the open crevice between her 
legs.
	Then Kent found himself being guided through near darkness by Shirley's hand 
on his arm.  The crowd pushed around them, moving toward the corridor while 
she led him towards the back rooms of the apartment.  His mind was a blur of 
confused thoughts.  Yes, he wanted to fuck Shirley again, just like that 
woman had been screwed a few moments earlier on the couch, yet he sensed 
something almost cold and demanding in the insistent way she was pulling at 
him.  Halfway down the darkened hallway, he stopped.
	"What's the matter?" she said, a sardonic tone coloring her voice.  "A brave 
man like you isn't chickening out at the last minute."
	Kent looked down at the girl, her face appearing childlike and innocent in 
the soft light coming from the living room.  Her comment had a disconcerting 
effect on him.  No, he hadn't been scared, but he had sensed something that 
had knocked his resolve temporarily off-balance.  He had gotten so goddamn 
worked up out there that he was in a condition to be led blindfolded into 
anything ...  He thought of Betty, alone at home, probably waiting up for him 
in bed.  He would have to work up another story about a business meeting and 
drunken clients who had signed new contracts, and for a moment he didn't know 
whether he was up to it.  Shirley nudged her soft pliant body closer to him, 
easing her small hand gently down through his unzipped fly, then slipped her 
fingers beneath his form-fitting jockey shorts.  Her searching grasp found 
the erect throbbing head of his cock immediately and she squeezed his warmly 
pulsing hardness jerking the long thick shaft a few times until she could 
feel a tiny droplet of seminal fluid wetten the palm of her hand.  He bent 
down and kissed her lightly on her flushed cheeks, moving his lips brushingly 
across hers, and thrust his tongue with an animal assertiveness into the 
wetly clasping cavern of her mouth.
	"Follow me," she spoke softly.  "The bedroom is just across the hall."
	"You're an anxious little thing," Kent breathed into her ear.  "What's your 
hurry, afraid Bob might come home early and catch us?"
	"Don't be ridiculous," she quipped, and turned toward the half-opened door 
in front of them.
	Shirley walked in ahead of him, flicking on a light, and sat down on the 
large round bed in the center of the room.  This guy, Jake Roberts, sure 
keeps himself prepared, Kent mused, gazing at the huge wall-sized mirror that 
took in the entire king-sized love couch.  There was even a small bar placed 
conveniently to the side of the bed and a filled ice bucket set on its 
paneled top as though someone had expected them.
	"Fix me a drink," Shirley smiled and stretched her full well-formed thighs 
across the mattress as she plumped up a pillow behind her head.  "I'd like to 
have some more of the hot stuff if you don't mind."
	Kent moved with two glasses of the licorice-tasting liqueur to the bed.  In 
a gesture that was both brazen and deeply sensuous, Shirley opened her 
costumed robe, exposing the entire length of her voluptuously curving body.  
He swallowed hard, handing her a glass, and sat down at the edge of the bed.
	"Take your pants off," she purred and slid over beside him.  "I want to suck 
on it and get it real, real hard before you fuck me."
	Shirley placed her hands on the belt to his pants and Kent stood up, 
permitting her to work his slacks down his buttocks to his knees.  He did the 
rest, pulling off his shorts and kicking them with his slacks onto the floor. 
 As he sat down again he felt her erect nipples brush his back and then press 
more strongly against the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades.  Her arms 
swept around his stomach, her hands moving to the lush dark pubic hair of his 
groin, then her legs pulled up and splayed out until their smoothly curving 
calves dangled across his knees.  Clasping his body this way from behind, she 
began rubbing her hotly quivering pussy up and down over the upper part of 
his buttocks and stroking the inflamed bud of her clitoris against the smooth 
tanned skin of his lower back.
	"Ooooo," she moaned, increasing her pelvic jerks and gripping his stiffened 
fleshy rod in her hand.  "I never thought it could feel good this way."
	Kent looked up at the mirror that reflected the obscene position in which 
she was embracing him: she had hooked her legs around his waist like a rodeo 
rider and had begun a steady sensuous rocking, while she continued massaging 
and jerking at his blood-gorged cock and fondling the velvety sac of his 
balls in her hands.  The merging of lewdly ensnarling bodies in the mirror 
and the softly tingling feeling of her breasts crushed against his back while 
her rapidly pumping hand increased its milking clasp over the shaft of his 
cock, sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through his tensed body.  He had to 
get that cock of his into her mouth and it better be quick!  He wanted to see 
her sucking at it, wanted to watch it slipping into her full sensuous lips as 
he had seen the woman in the living room devouring that other man's rod ... 
only he would reserve his hot spurts of cum for the warm silky confines of 
her tight sweet cunt.  He shifted his weight, feeling her body tense 
momentarily.  Her tongue traced a teasing path down his neck, and he drew his 
head forward and slung his body lengthwise on the bed, tumbling her onto the 
mattress beside him.
	"The light, put out the light," Shirley cried out between lusty gasps for 
breath.  "If I'm going to suck you off right, tonight, I feel like doing it 
in complete darkness."
	Kent reached up and switched off the overhead lamp.  Leaning back on the 
bed, he felt her mouth begin its hot licking trail down his belly until her 
lips lit gently on the hard rubbery head of his cock.  Slowly, she began to 
suck and draw on the rigidly stiffening instrument, and Kent Howard was again 
in his ecstasy ...


Chapter 6 

	Betty Howard stood up from the love seat nestled in the corner of Jake 
Roberts' living room, searching through the crowd for her husband who had 
disappeared just after the two men and the woman had come to orgasm.  The 
lewd spectacle had, in spite of her resolve to stay cool, worked her into a 
frenzied pitch of excitement and the mixture of hashish and Pernod had 
contributed to her generally dazed state of confusion.  She had even let 
Bob's hands stroke her pussy and she had fondled and pulled on his hardened 
penis until they were both in a state of dangerous arousal.  It had been all 
she could do keeping him from stripping her right there and forcing his ready 
cock into her moistly churning pussy, but she had retained a last vestige of 
will and conscience that had prohibited her from succumbing completely.  Now 
it was a matter of finding Kent and having her revenge.  There were several 
ways she imagined she might get back at him, but the only method that would 
have any effect, she thought as Bob guided her across the room into the 
hallway between the two apartments, would be giving him a taste of his own 
medicine, right in front of him.  She had been avoiding this possibility as 
much as she could, but at this point it seemed to be the only choice she 
could make.
	"I think I know where they are," Bob said, leaning across the empty bar in 
the hallway and filling two glasses with Pernod.  "Most likely in one of 
Jake's back bedrooms.  We'll wait a few minutes until they start loving it up 
and then your idea is as good as mine what we should do."
	Betty smiled.  "I detect a twinkle in your eye, Bob.  I suggest we join my 
husband and your wife.  I'm sure they'd be glad to see us."
	Bob looked flustered for a moment.  Then he said slyly: "Well, to tell the 
truth, I've never been in a situation like this.  I mean orgies and that kind 
of stuff, yes.  But doing it in the same room with your brother who's 
screwing your wife ..."
	Betty's eyes glazed over and with a womanly aggressiveness that she had 
never thought possible in her before, she took in the entire length of his 
strong masculine body.  "That makes it practically incest, doesn't it, Bob?"
	Bob gulped.  "Well, it actually does."
	Betty could see that he hadn't bargained for this peculiar turn in the 
evening's activities.  A few stragglers remained in the hallway and lingered 
dancing in the Howard's and Roberts' living room, but now the two in-laws 
were pretty much alone.  She could tell that Bob had planned on fucking her 
again after she had witnessed Kent running off with his wife, but he had 
obviously not foreseen her suggestion of the two couples making it a 
foursome.  She had changed the pattern by introducing a special lewd twist of 
her own invention and in a strange way she felt almost proud of herself.  For 
God's sake, she thought to herself, she had been used as part of Bob and 
Shirley's neat little wife-swapping routine and had been treated as though 
she were a permanent female fixture that worked as housemaid and kitchen 
appliance by her husband long enough!  She turned away from Bob and sipped on 
her drink silently.  It became clear to her now that Bob had known that 
Shirley was going to seduce Kent that Saturday afternoon; nave as she was, 
it was stupid of her not to have realized it herself, but again she resolved 
that she would make up for her former gullibility and she would do it up good 
tonight.
	"We've given them enough time," she said, setting her drink on the top of 
the bar.  "But you must promise me something.  When we go into the bedroom, I 
want to make sure they don't see us until we ... well, before we start doing 
something really lewd."
	Bob smiled quizzically, running his hand through his silvery blonde hair.  
"Lord, when you get fired up there's nothing stopping you.  Are you sure you 
want to go through with this?  Can you imagine what's going to go through his 
head when he sees us doing it right on the bed beside him?"
	Betty slid her arm inside his.  She leaned over and kissed him gently on the 
neck, and smiled up at him.  "Now that, Mr. Howard," she said with a scolding 
tone in her voice, "is something you should have considered before you and 
Shirley worked out your little arrangement."
	Betty and Bob reentered the Roberts' living room, passing through a group of 
people standing in its center.
	"Hey, Betty, Betty Howard," a voice called out from the far side of the 
room.  "I recognized you by your ... hehehe ... pretty little figure.  I 
hoped I'd be seeing you here, being that your sweet sister-in-law was giving 
the party."
	Betty winced and felt her face flush over with shame and humiliation as Dan 
Clark, her next door neighbor, rushed up and embraced her with greater 
intimacy than their rather brisk neighborly relationship demanded.  A rush of 
anger choked up in her throat as she realized Shirley must have invited him 
out of spite.
	"Say, Bob, I don't mean to spirit away this lovely little peach blossom from 
ya, but I've really got to talk to my favorite neighbor.  Only be a second," 
he said breezily, pulling Betty by the arm toward the hallway. 
	"Look, honey," the short greying man said, thrusting his hands assertively 
into his pockets.  "I hate to bring this up, but I'm sure the Community 
Beautification Project wouldn't approve ...  It's not really my affair, but 
the face of the block would suffer if I let it out.  Your husband has been 
playing hanky-panky right in broad daylight on your side lawn with a certain 
relative of yours."
	Betty looked coldly at Dan Clark.  "You mean you'd like to fuck me after the 
others are done with me, is that what you're saying, Dan?"
	The man choked, taken aback by her boldness.  "I-I, well you really don't 
have to put it so bluntly.  It is a matter of community concern."
	"As you can see, I'm occupied tonight.  You call me on Tuesday afternoon 
while Kent's at work and I'm sure we can take care of your needs and those of 
the rest of the neighborhood too," she remarked seductively and turned toward 
Bob again, leaving her neighbor sputtering weakly in the hallway.
	God, what was coming over her!  Betty felt a sudden audaciousness that she 
had sensed surfacing only slightly a few hours before.  She was not the same 
woman of a month ago; she had changed, and it wasn't a matter of being for 
the better or worse.  Her transformation was a matter of personal defense, 
she thought to herself.  She recalled Dan Clark standing behind the hedges 
with clippers in hand two weeks ago, and her eyes flooded with tears of rage. 
 The man was really insignificant as far as his threats were concerned, but 
her brief encounter with him had been symbolic of the slow dissolution of her 
former sense of "respectability."  Not only had her faith in herself 
crumbled, but her belief that the staid faade of the rest of her suburban 
world was a mirror of an inner peace and virtuousness was being rapidly swept 
away.
	She rejoined Bob who was caught up in conversation about the merits of a 
young blonde newlywed in the building with Jake Roberts in the living room.  
She felt anxious now to break in on Kent and Shirley whose love-making was 
probably already well under way.  Finally, Bob broke off his conversation and 
wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her to a long carpeted hallway 
off the living room that she assumed led to the Roberts' bedrooms.  The 
encounter with the neighbor reran through her mind and gratefully diverted 
her attention somewhat from the immediate situation.  Her heart leapt to her 
throat when they had passed all the doors except one that stood at the end of 
the corridor and Bob turned to her. 
	"This is it," he smiled weakly.
	As if on second thought, he reached to a switch and plunged the hallway in 
sudden darkness.  His hands groped to her shoulders and then quickly he 
pulled her to him.  His lips flattened against hers and his tongue plunged 
deep in her mouth, darting through the warmly clasping walls as she sucked 
hungrily on it.  He pulled away and began moving his hands over her breasts, 
kneading the soft firm flesh and pressing the tips against his chest.
	"My God, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.
	"I want to fuck you, too, my loving brother-in-law," she panted, pressing 
her belly against the slight jerk of his rigidity where his loins rubbed into 
the softness of her stomach.
	"Are you sure you want to go through with it ... in there with my wife and 
your husband?" he whispered, his whole body seeming to tense toward the door.
	"Very sure," Betty said in a determined voice.
	He stepped backwards and opened the door softly so as not to disturb the 
room's inhabitants.  Betty slipped quickly in behind him.  There was little 
light since he had turned off the overhead in the hallway, but still she 
removed herself as quickly as she could from the entry and stepped back to 
the side, pressing her back against the wall.  She stood alone, suddenly 
frozen in a second-thought fear, and then once again the door softly clicked. 
 God, it was dark, she thought.  Even after her eyes had adjusted to the lack 
of light, she could hardly see more than a foot ahead.  They must have closed 
the blinds and the drapes, she decided, not even able to discern where the 
windows were located.  And it was so quiet, almost totally silent.  Perhaps 
they weren't even here! she thought angrily, overwhelmed suddenly with the 
irrational idea that they had sneaked out of the apartment and purposely 
tricked her.
	"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
	A voice so full of quivering ecstasy that she couldn't identify it as either 
Kent's or Shirley's wafted through the silence of the room.  There was a 
rustling of sheets and a creaking sound as the unseen couple began to resume 
whatever they had been doing before the interruption.  Betty realized for the 
first time that her husband and sister-in-law were actually there, and she 
thought she would faint, but she didn't.  It was all true!  She had gone 
through the last two incredible weeks as though she had believed her husband 
was unfaithful to her, but she really hadn't believed, not deep inside.  A 
slight wet sucking sound mocked that navet, and she believed it now.  
Apparently, they had stopped when the door opened, just to make sure there 
was no threat from the visitors.
	"That's right.  Lick up my thighs," a male voice choked.  "Ohhhhhh, 
yessssss, my ass too!  I'll kneel up further."
	The voice was Kent's!
	Bob moved closer and Betty gradually made out the outline of his form 
standing next to her in the darkness.  He reached down the back of her skirt 
and pulled it up by the hem until his palm opened over her soft silken 
panties and cupped both orbs of firmly curving buttocks, squeezing the sides 
of the now slightly sweating crevice together with his clenching fingers.  Oh 
God, she thought, Shirley must be running her tongue all over Kent's body, 
even the backside.  Would Bob expect her to do the same thing to him?  She 
just couldn't, she wouldn't, it was filthy!  She found herself wishing she 
hadn't come and she considered running away for a minute.  Somehow she'd just 
assumed they'd make love and Kent would see them ... but this, she couldn't 
manage it, no, she couldn't do it!
	But before she could move, Bob turned and faced her directly, trapping her 
between his tightly pressing chest and his hands clenching her from behind.  
His free hand reached behind her and slid the zipper of her dress down from 
her neck to her hips.  She could feel his cock, already long and hard from 
the petting she had allowed all evening, pressing against her fearfully 
trembling belly as he lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly to 
the floor.  He reached behind her again and unsnapped the brassiere, rubbing 
his fingers deftly over the tiny rounded nipples that had jumped into 
erection from the cool rush of air over them.  Then she could hear him 
struggling rapidly from his clothing and she had to smile at his obvious 
impatience to get at her.
	"I want to lick your tits and cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a 
meaningful voice.
	One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded buttocks, 
and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed.  She froze, afraid 
to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for 
fear that Kent or Shirley would be there, and he moved up close behind her 
and they stood there a long moment.  Her naked body caught fire as she felt 
him begin massaging the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind and pulling 
her backwards harder against his hotly bulging groin.  As he ground against 
her, his mouth locked wetly in her neck, she gasped and held her breath, 
feeling the rising stiffness of his cock pressing between her full upper 
thighs into her own warmly moistening genitals.  Weird chills raced down her 
flesh, exciting her as she had never been before, when she considered the 
mental picture of herself standing by the bed with her own brother-in-law's 
long thick penis wedged in her softly quivering thighs and her errant husband 
being sucked by this man's wife only a few feet away from her.  She would 
show Kent what adultery really meant, even if it required submitting herself 
to the most unspeakable of depravities.  The sweet licorice taste of the 
Pernod and the hashish smoke wafted lazily through her bloodstream, 
intensifying the sudden uncontrolled sensation around her, the soft fingers 
of his hand tweaking painfully on her nipples and the hardness of his cock 
pressing hotly against her moistly pulsating vaginal slit, and an unexpected 
soft moan of submission escaped from her lips. 
	She had expected Kent to burst into a murderous rage of obscenities at the 
first sound of her voice, but none came.  He was obviously too preoccupied to 
recognize anyone at this point, but she'd soon take care of that.  She let 
Bob turn her naked form and guide her backwards onto the bed, sliding her 
body over towards the middle so that Bob could follow in after her and she 
could be as close to Kent and Shirley as possible.  She had just made out 
their silhouettes when the mattress jumped again as Bob sank down on the bed 
at her side, but she hardly noticed, she was so overcome by the indecent 
erotic sensations when her shoulder pressed firmly against Kent's shoulder.  
Yes, her body had come to rest practically plastered against his splayed out 
form on the other side of the giant bed and she was going to let her 
brother-in-law fuck her silly while her own husband, his brother, lay 
obliviously beside her!  There wasn't enough light to make out their features 
but she could see the outline of the obscene position he and Shirley had 
assumed: to her surprise Kent was actually face down on the mattress, his 
legs bent as he kneeled with his asscheeks high in the air and Shirley 
kneeling in behind him slavering her mouth and tongue wetly over his 
buttocks.  Oh god, How could she!  she recoiled in disgust.
	"Oh God, you're driving me crazy, you hot little bitch," he grunted so 
intensely that his breath grazed her shoulder, and Betty's eyes bulged as she 
saw Shirley traveling a slow path down the hairy backs of his thighs with her 
wetly licking mouth, her hair swaying over the mattress.  "Jesus, now lick 
back up to my ass."
	"Do you want me to stick my finger up your ass?" Shirley spoke for the first 
time in a low teasing voice.
	"Oh yes, goddamn it, fuck me with your finger," Bob groaned and flopped over 
on his back, causing the mattress to sway beneath all of them.  "Hurry!  And 
I'll fuck you again at the same time!"
	Betty's mouth gaped open in utter shock and disbelief as she watched 
Shirley's nakedly swaying outline adjust itself over her husband's heaving 
abdomen.  She could make out Shirley's form moving now with a wet sluicing 
noise down over the long bulging outline of Kent's erect cock standing 
straight up from his stomach, then Shirley's hands wedged beneath his 
buttocks and there was a small yelp of pain from Kent and the springs of the 
overworked mattress protested.  Her sister-in-law closed her widely ovalled 
mouth down over his hardened instrument all the way until all she could see 
was a small tiny bit of the base of his penis protruding wet and glistening 
from the tight moist lips around it.  She wanted to scream and reach out and 
tear them apart but the tightness of Bob's hand on her breast and the lewdly 
tingling pleasure building strangely in her groin at the sight wouldn't 
permit it.  Instead, she lay frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as 
Shirley began a slow grinding up and down movement with her buttocks rising 
in the air above Kent until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left 
inside the warm enclosing sheath of her mouth flesh.  Then, with an 
"ooooooomph" each time she made the movement, she bobbed her head heavily 
back down, impaling her face completely with each long smooth stroke.  Bob, 
on the other side of Betty, breathed deeply and harshly kneaded her breast 
while he peered at the weird copulation of their two spouses, unconsciously 
giving the taut hardness of her erect nipple a small vicious tug.
	"Oh Shirley, your finger," Kent groaned suddenly above the wet sucking 
noises of intercourse.  "I love it, love it!"
	"I'll try two, Kent," Shirley whimpered as she inserted a second finger in 
the tiny resisting rectum, and then her voice broke off in a little squeal as 
though she were nearly out of her mind with the excitement of her entrance 
into his behind and the ever increasing violence with which he flicked his 
hips, driving his steadily hardening instrument into her mouth.
	She didn't have time to consider the situation of her neighbors further.  
Bob pressed his soft lips down over hers and she immediately felt the hard 
rigid pressure of his tongue spear up into her mouth in his quest for a 
warmer wetter contact with her naked body.  His hands began rummaging over 
her and he ran them between the soft firmness of her gently quivering thighs 
that swayed open quickly to admit him to the very core of her being.  She 
could feel the warm center of her vagina convulsing almost immediately in 
passionate answer to his harshly kneading touch.
	"Aaaaaah, aaaaaah," she sighed up into his lips and pushed her tongue up 
into his mouth, circling deep around inside.
	He slithered on top of her warm soft body like a protective blanket.  She 
could feel herself trembling helplessly out of control under him and drew her 
parting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her wet throbbing 
vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice.  The hardness of 
his long fully erect cock slid over her thighs between her splayed out legs 
and he held it there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and 
implant himself inside her but at the last second he stopped, as though he 
needed more to squeeze every perverse and sadistic pleasure possible out of 
the fact that her husband, his own brother, was so close to their nakedly 
locked bodies.  Instead, his mouth slid down over her gently rocking belly, 
biting her smooth delicate skin with his teeth and sending ecstatic ripples 
of pleasure-pain all over her stomach.  Betty looked down to see his face 
crouched on the same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her 
splayed open vagina.  She saw his fingers spreading the soft hair-covered 
lips and she sucked in her breath with a gasp as the cool air hit her there.  
She could feel a slight moisture forming and glistening on the insides of her 
thighs, and she squirmed and a faint groan escaped from her open lips when he 
breathed hard and blew softly into her.
	"Oooooooh, God," she groaned, suddenly forgetting her husband beside them.
	All thoughts of everything but the moment quickly receded when her husband's 
brother lowered his head until he was just inches from her wetly throbbing 
pussy.  She felt her warm inner thighs pulse and throb expectantly and her 
breath stopped short in her throat as a tiny drop of seminal fluid trickled 
from the round blunt head of his cock pressed against her leg, running in a 
small trickling path down her thigh.  Then he leaned still closer and opened 
the swollen fleshy lips around her clitoris, flicking out his tongue suddenly 
and teasing it moistly against the hotly pulsing bud.  She shook convulsively 
and her hands darted forward and tangled in his head, pulling his mouth to 
the moistly palpitating furrow up between her open thighs.
	His fingers spread the steadily throbbing opening of her cunt wide apart and 
then suddenly he dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it into the 
pink tingling opening of her pussy.  She was completely lost in 
enrapturement, her legs splayed out to their farthest limits and every muscle 
in her thighs jerked in time with his maddening assault between her legs.  He 
plunged his tongue again and again, thrusting deeper and deeper with each 
stroke, only to withdraw it slightly and then rim the ragged pink edges on 
the outstroke, taunting and teasing her mercilessly.
	"Oooooooh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat without 
thought.  "It's good darling, it's good.  Let me do it to you.  I want to do 
it to you!"
	"Oh God, yes.  I'll put my cock in your mouth!"
	Betty had completely forgotten the couple rocking back and forth next to 
them on the bed, and now their sudden stillness caught her attention.  Her 
husband must have heard her voice, but apparently his passion-driven mind 
hadn't recognized it as her own, because the wet sucking sounds of 
intercourse picked up again and continued stronger than ever.  Shirley and 
Kent, excited by the presence of the still unknown couple next to them were 
moaning and groaning into each other's mouths while Shirley continued to 
grind her hips hungrily up and down the warmly throbbing instrument standing 
straight up like a quivering pole from Kent's stomach.  The rhythm of their 
movements caused Kent's shoulder to rub methodically against Betty's and when 
Shirley lowered her groin and sunk slightly forward, her long hair brushed 
occasionally over her arm. 
	But now Betty's attention returned to her brother-in-law as he turned his 
body around and kneeled over her face putting them in a "sixty-nine" 
position, his mouth still working in wet slavering movements over her moistly 
tingling pussy.  For a moment she felt herself hold back in indecision as she 
had never done this to a man before and was unsure what his cock would feel 
like inside her mouth.  The red blunt head of his long fleshy instrument 
pressed searchingly against her chin, and she opened her lips quickly, 
mewling slightly as his hotly stiffening member slithered over her teeth into 
the warm, wet moistness.  The thick spongy organ seemed to fill the entire 
cavern of her mouth, and when he wormed it steadily deeper, rubbing the 
gently throbbing member down the full length of her tongue and imbedding it 
far down in her throat, she gasped for air to keep from choking and closed 
her eyes to blot out the sight of his sperm-bloated testicles swaying lewdly 
down against her nose.  They danced as he began to undulate his pelvis, 
sliding the long thick cock in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, 
but leaving the hot swollen head a half-inch inside the warmly sucking 
cavern.  She tightened her lips and swished her tongue with vengeance around 
and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely stretched 
lips, his soft curling pubic hair grazing tantalizingly against her cheeks 
sending waves of masochistic pleasure through her. 
	"Oh god, Bob," she sputtered around the hard fleshy intrusion.  "It tastes 
so good!  I love the taste of your cock!"
	"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he hissed from above, his voice coarse 
and thick from passion.
	Her lips began to nibble at the slickly thrusting instrument and she 
convulsed the moistly clasping flesh of her inner cheeks inward, drawing them 
wetly and tightly over the sides of the rapidly growing cockhead as he pulled 
it out.  Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved 
forward and buried the rod deep again into her warmly welcoming throat.  It 
was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid 
seeped from the end of Bob's cock into the warm heated depths of her mouth.  
His breath became shorter, and she could feel his hips writhing and straining 
above her face as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.
	She murmured with pleasure as he moved his hands back to her thighs below 
his working tongue still sunk deep in her pussy.  God, she thought, she had 
never thought such things as this were possible: he was flicking his tongue 
up and down her moistly glistening crevice while she continued to puff out 
her cheeks over the smoothly bulging length of his cock, and she was actually 
enjoying it!  He pulled the soft, hair-fringed crevice of her crotch wider 
apart with his hands.  Her body quivered as he dropped his hot tongue to her 
small tight-puckered anus, thrusting the tip hard against it until it entered 
just a hair.
	"God.  Oh, God.  Bob!  Yes, do that!" she mumbled around the fullness of his 
cock in her mouth.
	He returned his mouth to her clitoris, continuing to lick and nibble at it 
while he pulled at the flesh around the puckered little red inlet, wetting it 
with the lust juices streaming from her cunt and finally probing his finger 
at her rectum like a tiny teasing baby penis.
	"Uuuuuungh!" she grunted in pain when he worked the finger slowly into the 
soft spongy channel up to the first knuckle.
	"I'm going to fuck you up the ass now, baby!" he panted, pulling his cock 
from her mouth and swinging his buttocks back onto the bed beside her, but 
leaving his fingers buried in her rectum.
	"Yes, Oh god, fuck me there," she breathed heavily, turning over on her 
stomach so that only his fingers still wedged in her ass connected them 
together.  "Screw my ass!  Screw my ass!"
	Her husband's brother began planting soft kisses warmly along her spine, 
moving slowly down to where his fingers were still thrust into the tight 
rubbery ring of her nether passage.  He paused at the smoothly curving arc of 
her ass cheeks, then probed again with his fingers to make sure his entry 
into her would not be too great a shock.  Then he lifted himself over her.  
He pulled out his fingers slowly, feeling the soft rubbery flesh clinging 
tightly to them and then coursed his hands down her buttocks, his thumbs 
pressing on either side of the tight rear passage, stretching it wide.  Then 
she felt a probing between the thumbs that felt different from the touch of 
his fingers: it was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard 
unresisting bluntness.
	"Oooooooh god!" she moaned, her body tingling all over in a mixture of fear 
and lewd expectancy.  His cock lay for a moment pressing gently at the tight, 
elastically flexing lips of her anus as though teasing her with the idea of 
the exotic fleshy intrusion.  Then, she felt something give back there 
between her widespread buttock cheeks as he thrust harder, and she jerked 
back, momentarily startled at the slight pain.  He pushed again and the blunt 
invasion of his cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, popping up 
inside the tight, vainly resisting circle and pushing the softly yielding 
flesh inside of her widely stretching anal passage in great waves of pain 
before it.  "Oooooh god!" she moaned and flailed her head from side to side 
in wild masochistically rising ecstasy as she felt his huge, lustfully 
pulsating cock filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were impaled on 
a skewering human sword.

* * * 

	The presence of the lewdly groaning couple beside them had excited Kent more 
than he had thought possible and as Shirley moved the warmly sucking walls of 
her pussy over his erect cock he strained to see them.  He hadn't been able 
to make out exactly what they were saying, but for awhile the woman sounded 
as though she were struggling on the bed beside him and Shirley.  Damn, he 
thought, whoever the hell they were, they sure were going at it good!  The 
smoothness of naked skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, 
excited gasps, but it was too dark and he closed his eyes again.  It was 
probably some goddamn couple who had no place to go but on their bed, he 
thought; but, Christ, what were they trying to do?  Provoke he and Shirley?  
Were they too drunk or involved with each other to notice that the bed was 
already occupied?
	He leaned back and let Shirley continue fucking from on top of him.  God, he 
never thought it could feel this way, with her large softly bobbing tits 
brushing tantalizingly against his chest and her hand fondling and cupping 
the velvety sac of his balls ... that hot little pussy wrapped so tightly and 
wetly around his cock felt too good to be real! ... yet, he couldn't help but 
feel a lingering touch of lewd curiosity about what the couple were doing 
beside them.  His fantasy was interrupted by a series of low soulful moans.  
It sounded like a woman in pain, and he felt Shirley slow her movements on 
top of him as though she had heard it, too.  Then the girl rose up over him 
again and swished her smooth white buttocks around against his loins with a 
soft smack that brushed their warmed curved nakedness down against his balls.
	"Oooooh," he heard a heavy throated female whisper, barely audible even in 
the almost total silence of the darkness.
	"Do you like it when I-put it into you like this?" an almost familiar voice 
said in a soft murmur.
	"Oh God ... Bob ... it feels so different ... but so good, so goooooood."
	Kent's hands froze around Shirley's smoothly gyrating buttocks as he heard 
the familiar pleading voice of his own wife beg Bob, his own brother, to fuck 
her on the bed beside him.  He couldn't believe his own ears ... he had 
thought that Bob was out of town ... that Betty was safely at home ...  He 
firmly but gently pulled Shirley down from on top of him, but he didn't need 
to.  She too had tensed above him in startled recognition of the two voices, 
then moved to his side.  It took a moment for him to reassemble his thoughts. 
 Bob and Betty must have known of Shirley's plans and had decided to confront 
them in this way to get revenge.  They had probably been watching him and 
Shirley throughout the party and had followed them into the bedroom ... what 
better way to get even with an adulterous wife and husband!  There was the 
distinct possibility that Bob and Betty did not know that the other couple 
lying next to them were their spouses, but that coincidence was too mad, too 
much a strike of fate and had to be discounted.  Shirley giggled softly next 
to him now ... damn, she had a crazy way of reacting to things, he thought, 
and the rustling bodies to his right continued their softly persistent 
rocking.  Oh, God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him, but he didn't dare raise 
his head to find out.  Anyway, his wife must know he was here ... and if his 
thought that she had come into the room to purposely confront he and Shirley 
was correct he was lost!
	He wished he could see them.  Was she straddled on the top of him as Shirley 
had been before, or was she sucking his cock with her clean warmly clasping 
mouth or letting him run his tongue teasingly between her legs?  His tortured 
mind drew a thousand lewd pictures of his wife in every conceivable position 
... had she taken off all her clothes and gotten completely naked ... or had 
Bob merely pulled up her dress and pulled her panties down to plunder her 
soft defenseless cunt with his hands and his mouth?  Shirley pulled closer to 
him and whispered into his ear, but his confused mind made no sense from what 
his sister-in-law had said.  He only gathered that she was taking an obscene 
delight in the fact that the four of them were together on the bed.  The idea 
of being unable to protest against his brother's and his wife's continual 
lewd crooning and rocking beside him sent a shudder of deep penetrating 
frustration down his spine.  It struck him that he was not only involved in 
an obscene adultery but that it was happening between blood-relatives ... his 
brother, the closest of kin, incestuously plundering his own wife!  While he 
had been ramming his cock into his own sister-in-law's cunt ...
	"Oh God, Bob, That's nice!  Stick your cock up my ass and fuck my cunt with 
your fingers like that," Betty groaned next to him.
	Christ, he was doing it, Bob was screwing his wife up the ass!  Kent's mind 
raged, his consciousness churning with the lewd thought of his own younger 
brother ramming his lust-swollen cock into his wife's tightly clasping rectal 
passage, and again he sensed Shirley shift her weight, slowly undulating her 
thighs against his tensed hips.  No!  It was impossible, but he was getting 
excited by the idea of the four of them here on the bed together!!  Without 
realizing it, he had forgotten that it was his own wife, he had forgotten 
that it was his own brother who was bringing cries of pain and pleasure from 
her lust-contorted lips.  It was just a wild, passion driven woman writhing 
and twisting in the throes of the act of a coupling that was as old as the 
biblical story of Sodom itself!  Then the image of Betty returned again to 
his mind: he had never done anything like that to her as she had been too 
prudish to even suck him with her mouth or let him lick her between the legs. 
 But there was a twist to this that struck a chord of perversity in his being 
that could never have been touched by anything else: the prehistoric 
prohibition against copulation between family members.  The equally forbidden 
plundering of his wife's rectum by someone who was virtually her brother sent 
a tingle of salacious desire through his groin.  He felt his warmly throbbing 
cock ache and press against his sister-in-law's naked side grazing next to 
him, small droplets of cum beginning to ooze from the tip and wetting his 
brother's wife's warm smooth skin.  It jerked when he heard Betty's cries and 
pleading for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her, and he 
suppressed a deep groan within himself when he realized that he wanted to be 
fucking his wife's cunt while his brother rammed his prick into her tight 
virginal asshole.
	"Oh Christ, Bob," Betty mewled only a few inches away from him.  "God, your 
cock feels gooooooood!"
	There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy breathing coming 
from the side of the bed.  Then there was a rustle of the bedspread and the 
soft sound of a naked body twisting around on it.  The wetly skewering sounds 
continued with the heavy coarse male breathing becoming more and more excited 
by the minute.  Bob was whispering things that Kent could not make out 
clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd and forbidden.  Kent suddenly 
heard his brother gasp as though he were in pain, his voice breaking through 
the darkness like a knife, loud and clear so that Kent could not mistake 
their cruel sadistic meaning.
	"Goddamn it, your asshole ... let me fuck it haaaaaaarder."
	He couldn't stand it!  An obscene lustful feeling gnawed at his groin and 
hardened his already blood-gorged member into a boiling rod of hotly 
pulsating flesh that was compelled to fuck into his wife against every 
attempt of his will at resistance.  He jerked his head up, sensing his 
sister-in-law rise with him to his right.  He could see nothing but his 
imagination ran rampant; the low dim form of Betty's buttocks raising off the 
bed and the hunched figure of his brother plunging into her tightly puckering 
behind, emerged clearly in his mind.  She was not fighting it, and low softly 
muffled mewls of building pleasure drifted across the bed from her sputtering 
mouth.
	"Oh, oh, oh," her voice chanted rhythmically, a continuous low whine broken 
only by the obscene slap of Bob's heavy, sperm-filled balls on the naked 
flesh of her hungrily flexing buttocks.
	Kent sat up.  Forgotten was the fact that what he was about to do went 
against every last bit of moral fiber he possessed.  All he knew was that he 
had never dreamed of such depravity-and his sweet puritanical wife was at the 
very core of it.  Her wild pleading mewls of passion were more than he could 
tolerate and he had to join this mad pillaging of her hotly writhing body and 
punish her himself!  He slid over on the bed, suddenly coming into warm 
contact with the smooth flesh of her hip.  He felt her body shudder slightly, 
then she turned toward him, still impaled in her rear channel by Bob's 
pummeling rod of flesh.  He touched her tentatively just once, then dug his 
hands cruelly beneath the front of her waist buried in the coverlet, but she 
needed no urging.  She angled up and faced him on her side, her swaying 
breasts brushing softly against his chest.  "Oh Kent," she murmured as though 
waking from a deep dreamy sleep.  "It's you ... yes, fuck me in front while 
your brother fucks me from behind ... put your cock in my pussy ...  I've 
always wanted it like this."
	He pulled his wife's face to his lips, his hand wrapped in her long 
cascading honey blonde hair.  Her warm wet lips opened, her fiery tongue 
spilling wetly into his mouth, while her hands shot down to his loins and 
clasped his long painfully throbbing cock in a lusty vice-like grip.  There 
was no need to jerk him into further hardness, but her hand played around the 
hard rubbery head of his cock for a few seconds, then began guiding it toward 
her desperately seething cuntal lips.
	"Oh, yes, I want you in me at the same time," she breathed, working the hard 
blunt head of his heavily throbbing organ around the warm wet opening and 
flicking it with her fingers against her inflamed clitoris.
	Good Christ, she felt hot and flooded up between her thighs, he realized as 
his cock made searing wet contact with his wife's groin.  Again, the thought 
of spurting his lewd sperm into her hungrily receiving young belly while his 
own brother fucked into her from behind overcame all the reservations he had 
had about joining the couple like this.  He gasped when her warmly teasing 
fingers slithered up the distended shaft and squeezed gently at the sensitive 
area just below the throbbing head.  She rubbed it tantalizingly up and down 
for a moment, parting the softness of her blondly curling pubic hair with the 
tip, then coaxed him slowly forward.  He let his hips move to the gentle tug 
until with a sudden groan that began in his stiffened calves the warm moist 
flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head like a tight fitting 
glove.  He could feel the softness of the curly, soft lining of pubic hair 
brushing teasingly around it where it entered her. 
	The softly tingling fingers of lewd sensation that caressed at his loins and 
burst up through his muscled belly were too much to bear ... he could hold 
back no longer!  He thrust forward, his cock flooding into his impaled wife 
like a tidal wave, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and 
deeper until his balls smacked hard against his brother's pressed tightly 
between her thighs.  His hands reached convulsively out to her narrow 
hourglass waist, coursing down to where it flared into broad well-formed 
hips, and held her tight so that she could not move.
	Suddenly the bedside lamp flicked on.  Kent glimpsed Shirley leaning down 
from the light switch and kneeling only a few inches from Betty's head.  One 
of the girl's hands drifted down to her parted thighs, and she stretched her 
leg out so that it lay across Betty's head and fell gently over Kent's upper 
back.  Then she pushed her fingers against the silky black hairs of her cunt 
and began working them in short quick ovals over the moistly glistening 
vaginal lips.  Her other hand massaged her own breasts in wild circular 
motions as she fingered herself vicariously in time to the cruel buffeting of 
Betty's body between Kent and her husband.
	"Oooooooo, it looks so nice, two brothers fucking you at the same time like 
that," Shirley moaned, looking down at the young woman's crazily flailing 
head. 
	"Yes, oh yes, my husband and your husband feel so good fucking me together," 
Betty answered in a low moan, her eyes burning up at Shirley's slightly 
parted cunt with her moistened fingers swirling lewdly around inside.
	Kent continued his wild lust-incited thrusts into Betty's hot clasping cunt, 
sensing Bob increase his strokes into her rear passage.  Slowly the rhythm of 
the two brothers began to coincide.  They skewered into her in slapping 
unison, stabbing through her ravished loins as though she were a sacrificial 
lamb being impaled at every end.  Obscene incoherent oaths spilled 
uncontrollably from her contorted mouth and she lifted her head toward 
Shirley's finger-filled pussy a few inches away from her, urging the girl to 
join them in their incestuous embrace.
	Shirley let out a deep earthy groan.  She slid her hand from between her 
legs and let it fall over one of Betty's softly dancing breasts that pressed 
against Kent's heaving chest.  Betty gritted her teeth as though to suppress 
the excess of lust ready to explode from inside of her at any moment.
	"Yes, Oh ... this is ... just ... perfect.  Squeeze my tit like that Shirley 
... fuck me ... Kent, Bob, ... fuck me haaaaarder."
	The lewd picture was reflected like a pornographic portrait in the mirror 
beside the bed.  The image of the two men was blurred in Betty's mind into 
one giant tormenting shaft and the sensuous female figure fondling her warmly 
tingling breasts seemed to become an extended vision of herself.  God, she 
never knew that she could be driven to such depths of human debauchery!  Both 
Kent and Bob were driving through her with longer and stronger strokes now, 
their hotly plunging instruments buffeting simultaneously against the thin 
membrane that separated her moist cunt-walls from her flaming anal passage.  
Suddenly, she sensed Shirley's leg pressurize against her head, then felt the 
girl pull herself down until her warm hair-lined furrow lay flat on the bed 
between Kent and Betty's faces.  Kent moved his head to the side, splurging 
out his tongue and licking the moistly dilating lips of Shirley's cunt only 
an inch or so away from Betty's ecstatically gaping eyes.  The moistly 
glistening sheath was laid out in tempting ravishment for Betty's lips, and 
she shifted her head over her sister-in-law's thigh so that it lay like a 
pillow beneath her neck.  She dropped her head and kissed Kent on the lips, 
then turned and nudged her face into the thin vertical mouth of Shirley's 
gently parting cuntal cleft.  She licked upwards, parting the glistening pink 
flanges and her tongue lashed out at the exposed erect clitoris, bringing 
forth a savage mewling groan from Shirley who hunkered down and twisted her 
buttocks around like a depraved animal above.
	Suddenly Bob, fucking into her from behind, increased the momentum of his 
strokes.  He plunged like a pile-driver into the rubbery tightness of Betty's 
anal cavity, watching as husband and wife licked and kissed at his wife's 
smoothly gyrating cunt, and the vision spurred him into a mad fury of quick 
grinding thrusts into his sister-in-law's tightly sucking rectum.  He groaned 
over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings 
spitting from between tightly clenched teeth.  This was too much for him!  It 
was beyond what a normal man could take!  He felt his hot cum juice building 
in his balls and stiffening his cock to the near bursting point, but he held 
off, waiting for the last possible moment when he could spew out his semen as 
the four of them reached orgasm together.
	"Oh, lick me, suck me, you two," Shirley chanted feverishly from above Kent 
and Betty.  "Yes ... this is what I-I want ... we're like a family ... we're, 
Oh God, fucking together!" 
	And then it came!
	Bob, unable to contain himself any longer, groaned and coughed like a 
rutting animal and locked his arms around Betty's insanely writhing belly, 
his hands squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath 
his fingers.  His lips bared back and he could not close them.  His breath 
came in short stuttered explosive blasts that crackled obscenely through the 
room.  He stared up at Shirley's pleasure contorted face, then his gaze 
drifted to Kent and Betty's lips sucking at his wife's lewdly parted cunt.  
He lurched.  He tore at Betty's ass cheeks, stretching the twin moons wide 
apart and watching his long white cock disappear through the warmly cupping 
spheres of her buttocks. 
	"Jesus, Jesus," he sputtered.  "Christ!"
	Betty could sense Bob's climax building.  She wormed her buttocks in a 
gentle but firmly nudging motion until she felt the entire length of his 
hotly pulsating member lodged to the hilt in her anus with only a small bit 
from the base protruding from the tight elastic hole.  Then she thrust her 
buttocks more strongly back against his loins, and he shoved forward with a 
mighty jolt that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and 
shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave deep up into the depths of her 
hungrily sucking rectum.
	Kent, on the other side of her gyrating body, trembled with revulsion as he 
felt the first waves of the hot white liquid creaming out of the depths of 
her behind.  God, his brother must be a reservoir of sperm! he thought with 
wild masochistic glee and ceased his movements momentarily.  It flooded down 
the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and trickled onto his loins, and for 
the moment he was ready to shove their two heaving bodies away from him out 
of the bed until he remembered with a gulf of sickening guilt that it was he 
who had started it all.  At the same time, Betty screamed her own release 
that gushed now from her cunt, drenching his cock pressed tightly against the 
spewing opening.  It mixed with Bob's in a single stream of thick viscous 
fluid, wetting his thighs and attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural 
coupling.
	"Oh, harder Kent, fuck my pussy harder, don't stop, harder," Betty squealed, 
feeling her body beginning to convulse.  She clawed at his hips with her 
fingernails, until he rammed against her with the full force of his weight, 
springing back and shoving his groin against her again and again like a 
snapping rubber band.  Never had she known there was so much pleasure from 
sex, from anything on earth, never had she realized all she had been denying 
herself ... strange forbidden sensations that she would never ever forfeit 
again.  She bent forward, not wanting to miss a stroke of the powerful 
fucking cock in her cunt, no longer remembering it was Kent her own husband 
or even caring who it belonged to.  It was long thick cock and that's all 
that counted, her mind blazed obscenely.  Nothing mattered but the pleasure 
enveloping the whole of her being, heaving through her body and bucking her 
about like a ship in violent seas.  "Yessssss!  Yesss ...  I'm cummmmmming!" 
she yelled through clenched teeth and thrust her face forward into Shirley's 
steaming throbbing cunt lips.
	Shirley lurched forward uncontrollably at the forceful contact, 
automatically reaching down to lock her hands behind Betty's head and press 
her face hard into her loins, swirling her belly over the tongue rotating 
maddeningly inside her and moaning and crooning out her own orgasm. 
	Kent rocked back and forth mechanically into his wife, his cock sluicing 
through her still convulsing vagina and his mouth buried in Shirley's warmly 
trembling thighs that were wet and musky smelling with her cum juice.  It 
spite of the excitement of the moment, unpleasant thoughts raced through his 
mind; revulsion and fear chilled his blood at the thought of their multiple 
incestuous coupling.  He felt dazed, it just couldn't be true, although all 
the while the lascivious tingling in his loins grew and pushed him closer to 
his orgasm.  He closed his eyes to lock out the sight of their three 
exhausted bodies that still quivered in the last sensuous throes of subsiding 
orgasm and felt his hotly pumping balls erupt wildly.  His mouth opened wide 
with a loud unrestrained "aaaaaarrrrgh!" as he felt his lewdly pumping sperm 
fill her clasping and unclasping vagina with a great rush.  Then he closed 
his mind to everything but the insane race of pleasure that jerked the sperm 
from his churning balls down his cock like rain water rushing through a 
conduit in hot spasmodic spurts that seemed to be without end.
	He slid to the mattress.  The room was quiet except for an occasional low 
gasp or the rustling of bedcovers.  Moments later he blinked open his eyes to 
find the scene still as strange and unreal as it had seemed in the 
emotion-torn seconds before his orgasm.  His brother's body bent heaving over 
his wife's back, his hands cupping at each breast, and Betty was smiling at 
him thinly, a strange mask that wasn't a smile at all but a smirking 
expression of unveiled victory and conquest.
	Later, Shirley directed them in weird and perverse combinations which he had 
never even thought possible.  They coupled and groped at one another like 
lewd figures from an elaborate pornographic painting.  Others, hearing their 
wild screams, stumbled down the hallway to join the group.  Kent saw Jake 
Roberts enter the room and quickly disrobe, followed quickly afterward by Dan 
Clark, the Howards' next door neighbor.  Clark went directly to Kent's wife 
and crawling between her widely welcoming legs, began fucking into her 
immediately, while Kent watched on for a moment, still unbelieving, not yet 
completely comprehending the debauched sight spread out before him.  Then, as 
though reconciling himself to his own total dissipation, he plunged back into 
the wild tangled mass of thighs, breasts and cunts just to forget, not sure 
if it was an orgy or a nightmare.    


Chapter 7 

	It was Winter and New Year's Eve had finally come around.  Long Island was 
covered with a thick mantle of snow, and more had been predicted for the rest 
of the night and for the following day.  It fell in long driving white swirls 
around the large suburban ranch house, heaping up, drifts against hedges and 
eddying in curled billows against the frosted window panes of the Howards' 
bedroom.
	Betty Howard leaned back on the bed, sighing deeply as she pulled the silk 
stockings up her legs that were as slender and delicately sculpted as ever.  
A martini glass sat almost empty on the table next to the bed, and it was 
easy to see that she had already had quite a few from the dreamy quality that 
softened her slow self-assured movements.
	But, beneath the calm exterior, she was absolutely tingling with expectancy 
when she thought of the new possibilities in store for her tonight.  She had 
never in all her life imagined that she might find happiness in trading 
partners as they had been doing almost every weekend since that first fateful 
evening.  But it was true.  She had found a new release for herself in 
seducing young male initiates during the parties they went to at a 
middle-aged executive's house in a nearby suburban area.  Kent had changed 
considerably as well.  He had grown so passive, even stodgy and, well, there 
was just no way of overlooking the fact that he simply could not keep up with 
her.  He seemed depressed.  She hoped he didn't suspect that she was still 
seeing his brother Bob and their older neighbor, Dan Clark, on the side ...
	It wasn't until she stood and turned that she noticed him gazing fondly at 
her from the door of the bedroom.
	"Whatever are you doing?" she laughed, zipping up the back of her dress as 
she walked in her stocking feet across the thick bedroom carpet.  She picked 
a pair of shoes from the closet and, stepping into them, gave him a soft 
brushing kiss on the cheek as she passed him on the way to the dressing 
table.
	"Watching you."
	"Would you make me a drink?"
	His reflection, frowning and unsettled looking, appeared behind her in the 
mirror when she sat down.  "Jesus, honey," he looked pale as he spoke to her 
image in the mirror.  "You've already had two or three."
	Betty lay the brush down so hard that it made a loud cracking sound against 
the glass covering the table.  "I've had two," she said in a highly impatient 
voice.
	He glared at her in a way that told her he knew she was lying.  But it 
didn't matter to her since it didn't change his response.  "Goddamn it, you 
want a drink so bad, take my drink," he snorted setting his glass abruptly 
beside her elbow before he moved to the bed.
	While she put on her make-up and sipped at the drink, Betty let her mind 
luxuriate on the tantalizing problem of just which of the virile men they 
knew of all sizes and ages would probably be at the party.  Then she 
considered all the exotic positions and combinations her naked body would 
undoubtedly be part of before the evening was over.  God, there was nothing 
like three or four big beautiful cocks, prodding at a woman's every orifice 
at the same time, to drive her absolutely crazy.
	"I'm ready," she said brightly and, finishing off the last of the martini, 
pushed the chair back from the table and stood up.
	"Betty, let's not go," Kent pleaded moodily from the bed, his eyes following 
her as she moved to the closet for her fur coat.
	"Not go?" she giggled more or less to herself in disbelief at his new 
puritanism.  "I'm not going to miss out on the big party of the year.  And 
next year," she added, laughing. 
	"I don't want to go," he said stubbornly as a child.
	Betty spun around in her coat, her body shaking with all the murderous fury 
and fear of someone meeting an obstacle to their attainment of a pleasure 
that has become an absolute necessity.  "Kent.  I won't put up with this.  Do 
you have to go through all these changes on New Year's Eve?  Could you do it 
some other time?  Does it have ..."
	It was snowing heavily when they pulled out the driveway.  The low seething 
sound of flakes seemed to press in on all sides of the car at once, 
enveloping the long station wagon in a softly whirling curtain of whiteness.  
Now Kent was looking for excuses not to drive out in the bad weather, but 
Betty didn't listen.  Her thoughts were caught up in the swift white spiral 
of snow that she made out through a defrosted patch on the corner window.  In 
her mind she was already at the party, protected against the winter night by 
warm lusty bodies, with the sounds of music and laughter and clattering 
glasses in the background.  Kent's argument continued, but it was nothing but 
a long dull droning murmur that she was not even listening to ...     


The End
