Hubby's Little Brother
by Sandra Lawson


FOREWORD 

Once more the pen of well known authoress Sandra Lawson has detailed a 
glowing account of life in a typical small town in the USA. Hubby's Little 
Brother is a stormy story of people we have all met or at least observed 
from a distance. Here we are given a chance to look inside their lives and 
to suffer their triumphs and defeats with them. Sharon and Gordon Edwards 
have, through no real fault of their own, succumbed to the pitfalls of the 
errors of their parents before them. Really, it can be said that their brief 
marriage had no chance at all from the start. 

Miss Lawson shows us how dangerous the misconceptions of "the good life" can 
be. Sharon has been brought up to look for her Prince Charming, never 
realizing that she will remain the same insecure person she always was once 
she does meet him, and never once thinking that his arrival will bring her 
anything but bliss. She might have done better than to choose the laconic 
young newspaperman, Gordon Edwards, for her husband, for he himself was 
never exposed to a beneficial view of married life, having fled his parents 
at an early age, much the same as his young brother Guy does. 

There is, however, a great difference between Gordon and his younger 
brother, Guy. And this difference, marked by the years between them has not 
only to do with inherent character, but with the period of time in which 
each came to manhood. Guy's generation, searching desperately for the values 
beyond those of their elders, has a somewhat better chance despite the 
combined pitfalls and glories of drugs. It is Sharon who eventually comes to 
realize this essential difference, shedding her old skin for the new coating 
of jeans and sweatshirts of the youngsters she once frowned upon. Along with 
this liberation comes a recognition of the joys of womanhood which 
heretofore had escaped her completely. 

Miss Lawson has created living characters who will long haunt the reader's 
memory, and we are grateful to her for this revealing and timely manuscript. 

-The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

Sharon Edwards stretched her long, slim, shapely legs out underneath the 
covers to where the sheets were cooler and soothing. Even though she was 
wearing a very scanty nightgown of soft white cotton, she felt over-warm. 
The almost transparent fabric clung to her voluptuous contours as moisture 
from her nervous perspiration seeped through the material. Tired, and yet 
excited by the possibility that Gordon would be returning at any moment, she 
adjusted her pillow, propping it up behind her back by folding it in two, 
and then with a quick gesture, brushed her long auburn hair from her eyes. 
Sharon wondered if her new husband Gordon would return to their small 
apartment before she fell asleep. She lay naked, beneath her gown, under the 
thin summer blanket on the foam rubber bed they had made for themselves and 
placed upon bricks and plywood. It was every bit as comfortable as Gordon 
had told her it would be when she had expressed doubts just prior to the 
marriage a few short months before. Yet, Sharon had to sigh deeply as she 
turned over, alone in bed, realizing that she had mentally visualized a 
succession of erotic nights with Gordon upon the soft foam of their new 
bed... nights that just hadn't materialized. Not yet anyway! 

Their apartment was on the ground floor of an old building in the small 
upstate New York town of Blandings, and now that it was well past midnight, 
all sounds of passing cars had ceased, and Sharon lay in almost complete 
silence, except for a barely audible dripping of the faucet from the kitchen 
sink. It was the fourth night in a row that he hadn't made love to her, she 
realized, and even that last time had been a terrible disappointment. He had 
been so quick! If only he had waited until she could catch up to the level 
of his excitement! 

She could feel a small, excited tingling at the tightly compressed moist 
place up between her soft inner thighs, there where her deep reddish brown 
pubic curls lay touching each other and the warm inner moisture of her 
expectantly waiting pussy. She wanted to reach her hand down there and touch 
herself, to bring to the surface the hidden excitement that pulsed 
desperately in her loins. But she resisted the temptation, even when she 
felt the hardened buds of her large, firm breasts protruding achingly 
against the fabric of her nightgown, wanting to be touched, to be patted, to 
be sucked. 

"Gordon didn't even touch my breasts the last time!" she thought ruefully to 
herself. And yet she knew that they pleased him, even if he did make her 
wear dresses that hid the splendid upthrust of their curves. It was only so 
that they would be more secret, more special for him! Sharon had liked that, 
liked being a secret beauty for her husband, and at night when she let down 
her long hair from the severe bun she wore during the daytime at work, she 
felt all the more special and exciting. 

Even though they teased her about it at the office, she would only smile, 
knowing that her plain daytime looks were only a game, a shield that would 
keep her charms intact for her darling new husband. 

"Well, that's all well and good," Sharon thought to herself now, "If he 
would only look at me again!" The first few weeks of their marriage had been 
just as she had dreamed they ought to be. They had moved into the tiny 
apartment, complete with the new modern furniture they'd wanted, and had 
enjoyed each other's bodies with such relish that Sharon had thought herself 
the luckiest of all women. But those days seemed to have disappeared, and 
sometimes Gordon was so sullen when he returned from his job on the local 
newspaper that Sharon wondered what had made her marry him in the first 
place! 

He always seemed so preoccupied, so cruel even that she had resigned herself 
the last few weeks to going to sleep at night without bothering to wait up 
for him as had been her habit in the earliest days of the marriage. 

Her shapely young body missed his touch, almost more than she missed the 
tender sweet things he used to say to her, and Sharon couldn't help feeling 
bitter about it. 

Suddenly she jumped up from the moist bed, her pale near-nakedness gleaming 
in the dark room. The svelte lines of her voluptuously curved hips and 
thighs moving gracefully as she went to the closet. She turned on the light 
and blinked as it invaded her eyes, accustomed to the dark of the room. Then 
she began to search out the beautiful negligee that had been part of her 
trousseau .. . she had worn it on their honeymoon up at Niagara Falls, and 
Gordon had expressed nothing but admiration for the way she looked in it. 
Admiration that took the form of intense ... yes, even violent lovemaking 
far into the nights they had spent at the motel near the falls. She examined 
the beige and black lacy outfit that her mother had helped her to pick out 
in New York several weeks before the wedding. It had been fun to have her 
mother help her shopping for such sexy apparel, and Sharon had found that 
the older woman had excellent even modern taste in such things. The 
revelation had brought Sharon closer to her mother than she had been in 
years. It seemed as if, by marrying Gordon at the ripe old age of 24, Sharon 
had finally done something right. Something that her mother had approved of. 

Hurriedly, the young auburn-haired beauty donned the frilly negligee. There 
was little to it but a cape-like effect and a tight fitting bodice. But once 
the limp material was on, and the elegant clasp attached right between the 
gently heaving softness of her fully rounded breasts, it looked completely 
different. Sharon looked at herself in the full length mirror that was on 
the inside of the closet door. It was true, she looked like a princess in 
it, and it brought out every good point about her figure. The translucent 
nylon seemed almost nonexistent at the point where her large round nipples 
peaked, and the twin circles of brown flesh were clearly visible, and 
enhanced by the surrounding laciness of the negligee. The rest of it fell in 
soft folds that clung to her full blossomed hips and thighs, in a manner 
that somehow filled that triangular spot between her legs with a greater 
mystery than if she had been completely naked. She moved ever so slightly, 
watching as the light beige tone that streaked the middle of the gown 
betrayed the glowing auburn of her pussy, for a moment you could see it, and 
then you couldn't. It was a splendid gown! Tonight, Gordon would not remain 
insensible to her charms! Of that much she was determined. 

Sharon didn't know if she could face another dull day at the office in 
downtown Blandings, typing business letters about nuts and bolts and screws, 
without some kind of recompense ... some kind of reminder from Gordon that 
she was still that very special person ... that wonderful sexy lady that he 
had married! 

She moved toward the small kitchen. She and Gordon seldom drank, but tonight 
she would have a snifter of brandy waiting for him. She would insist that he 
drink some, along with a cup of the espresso coffee he liked so much. They 
would talk, and then they would fall happily into bed and each other's arms. 
Sharon felt a thrill start at the base of her spine as she thought of it and 
began to measure out the coffee. While it was brewing, she went back into 
the bedroom and took out the perfume that the girls had given her at the 
shower before the wedding. It was very expensive, she knew, and she loved 
its smell. Gordon did, too, she knew, and she placed a few drops of Madame 
Rochas behind each ear lobe, and then put a tiny bit between the warmth of 
her slightly trembling breasts. Wickedly, as an after thought, she parted 
the long gown which simply hung unbuttoned in luxurious folds that stemmed 
from the clasp at her breasts, and placed a few drops on the inside of each 
thigh, so that when she rubbed her legs together, the exotic scent permeated 
her softly throbbing pussy. 

Then there was not a moment more to prepare for his arrival. She could hear 
footsteps on the front stoop outside. It had to be Gordon. No one else in 
the building had footsteps that sounded like his. Hurriedly she smoothed her 
long red hair and adjusted her revealing negligee. He simply could not 
refuse her tonight, she knew. 

Gordon didn't finish turning his key in the lock. Suddenly the door was 
opening and he realized that Sharon had waited up for him. He was inwardly 
pleased. Tonight he felt like talking to her. The dark cloud that seemed to 
be hovering over his head recently was lifting, and he felt himself emerging 
from it as a moth comes from a cocoon. 

"I don't know why I've been so grumpy," he was saying a while later sitting 
across from Sharon at the kitchen table. He sipped the hot coffee and felt 
its heat filling him with a feeling of well-being. The brandy made him feel 
a pleasant glow inside as he looked across the table toward his young wife. 
God, she was beautiful that night, he thought, his grey eyes gleaming with 
the seeds of desire that were rising inside him. If any other man were to 
see her, he would want her. She's definitely a prize! 

Sharon blushed. Gordon was just staring at her, not saying anything, and she 
could tell that he wanted her .. . that her plans were going to come to 
fruition .. . that in a very short time she would be pressed beneath him, 
feeling his strong hard arms squeezing her so that she could scarcely 
breathe! 

Her heart fluttering, she returned his gaze. He looked so handsome to her, 
his thin face and features were sensitive and intelligent. His short cut 
hair was dark and thick, and his steely grey eyes seemed to penetrate her to 
the very center of her soul. 

"I love him ..." she thought, "I really do!" "And it's all for me ... " 
Gordon thought, his eyes falling to the gently protruding mounds of Sharon's 
breasts where they were covered by her diabolically revealing negligee. "It 
is all mine!" he thought, "To fuck as much as I want!" Once more he thought 
of all the other men in the world who would give their eye teeth to get 
their hands on naked flesh as creamy and smooth as he knew Sharon's was 
beneath her gown, on a body as ripe and fresh and young as hers. And just 
this thought was enough to excite him all the more 

Things had not been going well for him at the newspaper and he was afraid of 
being fired by the editor-in-chief, a fact which he decided to keep from 
Sharon. No sense in worrying her unnecessarily. If he were fired, he would 
find something else to do, but he hoped to maintain his job as reporter on 
the small paper in hopes of moving on later when he had more experience to a 
bigger town and a bigger paper. The night shift on the Blandings Standard 
was not the most exciting job in the world, and Gordon's main job consisted 
of checking out the hospitals and police station and chasing fires, and 
hoping that something really interesting might happen that he could get his 
teeth into. 

Rod Anderson, the editor, sensed his lack of interest, and resented Gordon's 
pretensions. "You'll never amount to anything as a newspaperman if you can't 
even pull your weight here in Blandings!" he'd told him more than once, when 
a local fire or an accident went unreported for 2 days because Gordon had 
spent most of his time in the Dug Out Pub without bothering to make the 
usual rounds. 

But these problems were far from Gordon's mind right now as he looked at his 
wife of 2 months and reminded himself that he had a lot to be thankful for. 

"Ready for bed?" he asked. "You have to be up early in the morning, you 
know!" he said, eagerly. He couldn't wait to get that thing off of her and 
feel her satiny nakedness beneath his fingers. 

"Yes ..." she giggled shyly, "You're right." Hastily, Sharon began to clean 
the kitchen up and leave things where Gordon could find them when he woke 
up. By then, she would have left for the office hours before, and she hoped 
to make life easier for him by these small touches. She could feel his eyes 
on her as she stood at the counter, her back turned toward him, and she knew 
that he could see her plump buttocks through the sheer material. She felt 
embarrassed, but pleased. In a few moments they would be intertwined, body 
pressed to naked body in the soft foam rubber bed. She would let him know 
just how very much she had missed him. "Oh, Gordon!" she thought. 

At last with the kitchen chores finished, Sharon hastened to join her young 
husband, who had already gone into the bedroom. Her entire body longed for 
him, she realized. It was like a dull persistant ache all over. 

Gordon had already undressed and was getting into bed. Sharon hesitated. She 
was about to take off her gown, but she thought she would rather turn the 
lights out first. She reached for the switch and then in the comforting 
darkness began to undo the front clasp. With a soft, swishing sound, the 
negligee fell to the floor. It had done its job, Sharon thought, feeling the 
blood pounding at her temples. 

"God ... I'm tired!" Gordon exclaimed, letting himself fall heavily into the 
bed. But Sharon was not fooled. Once she was there beside him he wouldn't be 
tired at all. She moved toward the bed and heard him covering his naked body 
with the lightweight summer blanket. Slowly, Sharon climbed in next to him, 
hardly daring to breathe. She felt fragile, as though the least wrong move 
between them would ruin everything. Then she could feel his hard masculine 
body next to her softness. He was on his back. 

"Oh, darling" she sighed, "darling, I've missed you so much!" she kissed his 
shoulder with soft moist lips and wrapped one of her long silky legs around 
his. 

The strong scent of Sharon's perfume reached Gordon's nostrils and they 
dilated at the pungency. The nudging pressure of her soft nakedness against 
him sent chills through his loins as one of her breasts brushed against his 
arm. He could feel his thickly aroused penis beginning to rise higher in 
anticipation of what Sharon might do next; and he decided to remain still 
only for a moment in the way of a slight experiment, to see just how far she 
would go. 

"If Rod Anderson could see me now!" he thought, "And the fellows at the Dug 
Out. Wonder who's fucking them tonight! Anderson's old lady probably hasn't 
put out in a decade!" 

Gordon sucked in his breath sharply. Sharon's hand was moving softly over 
his ribs. He shivered, and noted that Sharon seemed to be encouraged by 
this, and began to move her fingers lightly down along his side. 

"MMmmm ..." he said, almost noncommittally. Usually he was the aggressor, 
but Sharon was evidently all worked up. Maybe he would get the best results 
by not fucking her so often! 

Sharon felt an electric tingle running through her as her hand got closer 
and closer to the warmth of her husband's loins. She was frightened by what 
she was doing, but she didn't seem to be able to stop. Any moment she 
expected Gordon to stop her but he never did. She breathed shallowly next to 
him, a current of desire running through her as she touched the stiffness of 
her strong young husband's fully erected cock. She gasped and withdrew her 
fingers for a fraction of a moment, then boldly, she moved forward again, 
and closed her small hand around its hotly swollen girth, imagining the full 
thickness of it plunging high up inside her, touching the very depths of her 
womb! 

A small groan of desire slipped from her lips as Gordon turned slowly toward 
her. She felt so grateful as he gathered her trembling nakedness against 
his, pressing his throbbing hard cock up against her soft, hair-covered 
pussy as he did so. Sharon writhed against him joyfully. It was going to 
happen. At last it was going to happen! Her lithe body strained all its 
muscles begging tightly to be possessed by him, and she clung to his neck, 
her arms wrapping tightly around him as she let her hips execute a slow 
grinding motion against his rock-hard cock. Gordon's hands moved around her, 
smoothing along the hotness of her excitedly quivering thighs touching the 
nakedness of her hips the fullness of her buttocks. He pushed one hand in 
between their closely pressed bodies and entwined his middle finger in the 
ringlets of hair that surrounded her pulsingly wet cunt. Then teasingly, he 
slid it up between the moist folds that covered the tiny ridges of her soft 
quivering pussy. 

"OOOOOOoooooh," the new bride moaned softly, ''Oh, darling, don't stop .. . 
yes ... yes ... do it like that some more ... it feels so ... good!" 

Grunting slightly, Gordon continued to slide his finger back and forth 
causing a steady friction in his auburn-haired wife's exposed cunt as he 
flicked back and forth across the twitching bud of her swelling clitoris. 

He thought his thoroughly aroused cock might burst as he listened to the 
soft cooing sounds she made, and he caught his other hand up under one 
firmly rounded breast and squeezed hard. He knew she liked that. He began to 
moan along with her. 

"AAAAAaaaah!" she cried out in pain, but the pain subsided quickly as her 
breasts tingled maddeningly from the pressure her husband had just subjected 
them to, and a building excitement rushed to replace the pain. She jerked 
against him, almost in tears, she was so excited. She wanted to beg him, to 
plead with him, but she held herself back. Then, Gordon's middle finger 
plunged downward toward the tightly pressed opening of her vaginal lips, and 
slid up inside the smooth dark quivering dampness. 

Sharon suddenly went wild. All her inhibitions were forgotten as the intense 
sensation of Gordon's lewdly inserted finger made her squeal and thrash 
against him. First he inserted two fingers and then three. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH DARLING!!!!! DARLING!! YES .. YES .. YESSS!!" she cried. 

Gordon could feel the tight clasping wetness of his young wife's highly 
excited pussy twisting against the expertly thrusting fingers of his hand as 
her softly yielding vaginal walls melted against their upward pressure. His 
body half covered hers now, so that she was lying beneath him as he 
continued the forceful upthrusting into her desire-filled inner flesh. No 
one would ever know she was like this in bed! he thought, feeling 
perspiration dripping from his forehead. No one would suspect that he could 
wring these beautiful sounds from her. Sharon looked so prim and, yes, even 
dull to the unpracticed eye, but Gordon had known what she could be like 
from the moment he had first laid eyes on her at the local movie theatre. 

It was all there beneath the surface, waiting for him to bring it out, but 
even when he had shown Sharon the innate wildness of her nature, the beauty 
of her body, her hair, her features, he had insisted that she remain a prim 
school-teacher type for all other eyes but his, and she had not resisted his 
wishes. 

He knew he would have to enter her soon. His sperm-bloated testicles were 
beginning to ache from the internal pressure building up inside them. 

"DAMN!" he thought, "She sure is hot for it tonight!" He moved further over 
on top of her, looking down at her lovely passion-contorted face. It was 
always exciting to him to look at her while he was making love to her, and 
tonight was no exception. It was as if he were forming her then and there... 
creating a new personality by sending her into a state of uncontrollable 
excitation. 

"OOHHHHHH .. GORDON ... OH GORDON ... OH GORDON ....!" she was moaning. 

"Yes!" he said, through clenched teeth, "It's been too long!" With that he 
quickly withdrew his wetly churning fingers from the palpitating lust-filled 
channel between her slightly spread legs, and Sharon knew that he was going 
to enter her now. She felt a rush of unbearable desire, so great that it was 
almost painful; a desire to feel her new, young husband's desire-hardened 
cock ramming into her over and over again. His hand ground persistently into 
the soft, rolling flesh of her breasts and she wanted nothing more than to 
have him obliterate her, pound her to nothingness beneath him! 

Gordon pressed his lips hard to Sharon's and pushed his long pointed tongue 
deep into her willingly open mouth as Sharon writhed upward toward him, 
pushing her hips pleadingly against him. The thick rubbery tip of his cock 
pressed at the entrance of her warmly streaming pussy as he wormed up 
between her legs, spreading them wide upon the bed. His narrow hips ground 
ever closer to the widespread "vee" of her loins and he pushed the swollen 
nakedness of his cock upward, feeling it slide smoothly into her, as though 
it were an animal burrowing into its nest. Its throbbing thickness stretched 
the pliant walls of Sharon's narrow vaginal passage as it sank deeper and 
deeper, slowly advancing into the depths of her warmly waiting belly. 

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" She was filled by him ... taken by him. She WAS him! 
She felt pinned to the bed, smashed by the pleasure-giving ramrod of his 
long, hard penis. Stunned by the impact at first, she lay panting beneath 
him. He had conquered her once more and how she wanted it! How good it was! 

Then the young bride went wild, her arms alternately flailing out flat on 
the foam rubber mattress and grasping her husband about the neck. Then, her 
nails were on his back, running thin lines along the length of its arched 
surface, trailing against him as her long naked legs snaked out and up 
around his back. With her powerfully motivated thighs she pulled Gordon 
still closer into the burning hair-lined entrance of her secret pussy-flesh. 

YES, THIS WAS WHAT SHE HAD WANTED. HIS LIPS AGAINST HERS; HIS HEAT-FILLED 
NAKED BODY COVERING HERS; HIS MASTERFULLY POUNDING COCK SURGING HIGH UP 
INSIDE HER AND MAKING HER FEEL COMPLETE, MAKING HER FEEL LIKE A REAL WOMAN! 

Sharon felt she could live forever as long as Gordon was there above her, 
taking her, fucking into her with all his strength. He rode her hard and 
fast now, slapping into her with all his might, and she could feel the head 
of his cock touching her most inner depths, pushing wildly his back. 

Gordon knew it wouldn't be long now before he would have to let loose. He 
had to exert all his will now just to keep up with Sharon's pace. Her 
ravenous body egged him on, begging him for more and more with each rapidly 
churning thrust. 

He thought he would soon go mad if he didn't ease the fullness of his balls 
and spurt his hot scalding cum deep into his new wife's sex-starved pussy. 

"OH ... OH ... OH! OHOHOHOH!" she was gasping for air now as she felt her 
orgasm drawing near. It was almost there . . . almost but not quite. Just a 
few more seconds, a few more thrusts! 

Gordon felt it happening deep in the pit of his belly. Something broke loose 
inside him and he quickly threw his hands down beneath Sharon's knees, 
pulling her long legs up so that they straddled his shoulders. The soft 
cushions of her smoothly gyrating buttocks tilted against his hard thighs 
and his lust-swollen cock slid even further up into the moistly slanted 
shaft of Sharon's auburn-haired pussy. HE WAS SO DEEP! Those few extra 
centimeters were against the spongy surface of her cervix ... the insanely 
excited surface fronting her womb where it lay hidden high up at the end of 
her vaginal channel. She was squirming and tossing beneath him. "OH HARDER 
HARDER HARDER!" she gasped, her heels beating into enough to do it for him, 
and with a cry of abandon, he let loose a stream of thick sperm that shot 
like a ram-jet straight up into Sharon's wildly contracting cunt. 

But it was too soon for Sharon. When Gordon re-positioned her legs, she lost 
precious ground in her struggle toward completion. She had felt herself 
climbing toward the peak of it and then just before she reached the blessed 
orgasm she so sorely needed, Gordon's scalding hot jism filled her, and his 
thin muscular body trembled and quaked against hers as she clung to him, 
still hoping against hope that she might still be able to make it... to join 
him in his climax. Her straining pussy milked hungrily at his rapidly 
deflating cock, grasping for the girth that was no longer there, until 
finally Gordon was still and she lay silent beneath him, as his softening 
penis slipped gradually from the heat of her wet but unsatisfied pussy. 

Gordon breathed deeply and evenly, his head heavy and moist on her shoulder, 
his body limp upon hers. She blinked back the tears that wanted to come and 
then managed to push her new husband's totally relaxed body to the side as 
she wriggled out from beneath him. 

To have gone this long ... she thought, and to have him function like this 
... to have such a thing happen! she thought bitterly. Her heart was still 
pounding wildly from her mighty struggle, beating wildly in her chest 
sending blood rushing through her veins. Her entire body was set in motion 
for a climax of which she had been cheated. 

Gradually Sharon's hand found its way to the soft folds of cuntal flesh 
hidden beneath the moisture soaked tufts of her hair-fringed pussy. Her 
middle finger searched out the tiny protruding nub of her clitoris. She 
sighed as she felt the rush of air over the tender exposed surfaces. But she 
just couldn't bring herself to continue the gentle self-massage. The intense 
feelings that rushed from her quivering pussy mound remained unsatisfied, as 
her fingers stilled themselves and lay unmoving between her legs. Suddenly 
Sharon turned over and began to sob in earnest. 

Being married to Gordon was turning out to be nothing like what she had 
expected! But there was nothing to do for it but to fall asleep beside his 
now snoring form. She had to get up at 8:30 the next morning at the very 
latest to reach the office by 9:00 a.m. There was already a lot of typing 
waiting for her on her desk. 

Chapter Two 

Bleary eyed and sleepy, her psyche all the more unbalanced since her 
unsatisfactory love-making with Gordon the night before, Sharon closed the 
front door of their apartment behind her. It was self-locking and since 
Gordon was still inside sleeping anyway, she didn't bother to double lock 
it. She didn't know quite how she was going to face the dreadful dullness of 
the day's work ahead of her, but face it she must if she and Gordon were 
going to be able to afford to put some money aside for the VW camper that 
they hoped to buy one day, and if they were going to live just the slightest 
bit above sub-standard level. 

She wore her glasses already because, even though they were not tinted, they 
made her feel a little bit more secure in the outside world, and their heavy 
tortoise shell frames covered a good part of her delicate features. Her fine 
auburn hair was brushed back and pinned so that it would never come undone 
involuntarily, and she wore a sensible cotton jumper of a dark blue, the 
kind that didn't show dirt. Added to this, her low-heeled shoes, flatties, 
she used to call them in high school, made walking very comfortable indeed, 
and her big imitation leather bag held her lunch for that afternoon. 
Sometimes she made herself a sandwich and took a pear or an apple along to 
save money. She found that she couldn't even get out of Woolworth's without 
paying over $1.75 for a lunch that was still unsatisfactory in some deep 
underlying way. 

She started down the hall of the apartment building, feeling the longing in 
her loins with each step that she took. She didn't even want to think ahead 
to the evening, her disappointment had been so great! As she walked briskly 
toward the front door, the door of the apartment directly next to Sharon and 
Gordon's opened, and a well dressed business man stepped out. He smiled when 
he saw Sharon, and she coolly acknowledged his presence and stood bristling 
with anger as he opened the front door for her, ushering her out into the 
pale summer morning. She walked quickly down the steps and hurried up the 
hill toward Broadway and her office. All the while she thought she could 
feel the man's eyes on her, watching her progress up the hill on "A" street. 

"That Carolyn!" Sharon fumed, hardly watching where she was going. "It's 
getting disgusting! Every night a different man . . . and most of them old 
enough to be her father!" 

Sharon had heard her giggling with them right through the wall, and 
sometimes she heard even more! "That frightful girl!" she said out loud, and 
several people turned to see who she was talking to. 

Carolyn Carswell smiled to herself and rolled over in bed. It was a big 
brass bed and the springs were bouncy and uneven, but Carolyn felt 
infinitely comfortable in it and was still pleased that she had bought it at 
the second hand store over near the railroad tracks. The 19-year-old's pale 
blonde hair was all that stuck out above the sheet. Even in hot weather she 
liked to be covered, but underneath her golden tanned body luxuriated, 
nakedly rolling to the cooler parts of the rumpled bed. 

"MMmmmmm ..." Carolyn moaned softly to herself. "He was NICE!" Her previous 
night's lover was someone she had never met before, and Carolyn had already 
found that some of her most exciting evenings were spent with total 
strangers. She had long since stopped explaining, even to herself, just why 
she had a penchant for new lovers . . . always new ones. "I just dig sex!" 
she had said often enough, to friends, to the person she happened to be with 
at the time, or to her shocked and dismayed mother, who still waited in 
Gary, Indiana for some word from her daughter who had gone east a full year 
before. 

Her bronzed skin still prickled with excitement as she remembered each 
thrilling touch of her unknown lover's hands along the smooth hot surfaces 
of her naked body. Her breasts still hurt a bit from his mouth. How he had 
sucked her nipples .. . sucked them and sucked them until she had thought 
she would go out of her mind, but then he had made up for that with his deft 
sucking and licking down between her legs. Her golden curled pussy felt just 
slightly raw and she knew she was a bit swollen but she felt, Oh, so 
satisfied! "There's nothing like a man who knows how to suck pussy!" she 
thought briefly to herself as she began to think about getting up. It was 
still early, she knew, but she liked to take long walks in the morning, to 
breathe the fresh air that surrounded the small town and to take in all the 
interesting sights to be seen. She usually met someone nice, too, during her 
long walks, and she liked talking with new people as well as taking them 
home to her bed with her. 

Carolyn's full round face gave the appearance of being nothing more than a 
child's, and her clothing did not accentuate the loveliness of her firm 
little breasts, or her soft, flat belly and well curved hips and thighs, but 
anyone who watched the young girl move, could divine a sensual nature 
beneath the self-styled fringes and folds of her dresses and pants. 

After a brisk shower, Carolyn anointed her body with a special oil she had 
bought from the local smoke shop. "Love Oil" it said on the bottle, "To 
enhance your days and nights!" It smelled like strawberries and Carolyn 
loved it, it made her feel good, and it had seemed to please her lovers too 
since she'd been wearing it. It left her soft clean skin pleasantly scented, 
and just the least bit slippery beneath the bright orange East Indian shirt 
that she put on. It was a little too big for her, but the color made her 
feel so good that the size didn't matter too much. Her tight fitting 
multi-patched jeans were worn and perfect, she thought, as she slid them 
over her sturdy, school-girl legs. 

"You're the All-American Girl!" someone had told her once, upon seeing her 
completely naked, leaping into the old water hole behind Farmer Joe's 
property. She couldn't remember quite who it was who had said it. It was 
either the bus driver who had given her his address once, or one of the two 
boys who had accompanied her home one night from the local bar, the Dug Out 
a few months before. But Carolyn often thought of it, and liked thinking of 
herself that way. She was healthy and she loved life and her body, and that 
included all the pleasures that life and her body could give her! 

Feeling on top of the world, Carolyn left her apartment. She would spend the 
day at the park, she figured. She hadn't been there all week, and the 
animals probably missed her, she thought, especially Elfin, the deer, one of 
her favorites. She didn't have to go sign for her unemployment check until 
next week, since she'd done so the morning before, and her whole week would 
be gloriously free of any thought of stodgy little old ladies working away 
their lives behind glass windows in cubbyhole offices. The very thought of 
them was enough to get her depressed sometimes, but not today .. . today she 
was sure everything was going to go just the way she wanted it to. 

She was humming as she walked out the front door, and down the steps and a 
bright yellow stream of sunlight struck her full on the face, illuminating 
it and warming her inside, as she turned up "A" street. 

Guy Edwards was 17 now, and as a birthday present to himself, he had decided 
to leave home. Home was not so very far away at the moment, a matter of a 
two-hour bus drive north from Albany, but still Guy felt light-hearted and 
free . . . free from the stifling dark house that he had inhabited for 17 
years with his mother and father. On his back, Guy had all the belongings 
that he thought he would need for some time. He owned two pairs of levis, 
one of which he was wearing, a pair of good sturdy boots, two workshirts and 
a levi jacket. He had only one pair of socks and a pair of jockey shorts, 
but he figured out that he could wash them every night. . . maybe every 
other night. He might just throw them away if he got tired of them. He had a 
horoscope book that mapped out everything for him . . . every day of the 
coming year, and a harmonica, with which he hoped to keep himself company if 
need be, for the times when he would be on the road, between stops. 

Right now, he was growing a beard as quickly as he could, hoping that he 
wouldn't even be able to recognize himself in the mirror within a short 
time, and especially that his own mother, if she happened to walk past him 
one day, would keep on walking, never knowing that it was her darling boy 
who had just passed. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother ... he did, 
but he just couldn't stand her . . . her or his Dad either. He had never 
really forgiven them for not loving each other, he realized shortly before 
his 17th birthday, and his departure was something of a punishment. . . the 
child punishing the parents, even 'though he knew they would never 
understand it as such. 

They hadn't understood it when Gordon had left home, and that had been 10 
years before. Guy had been only six going on seven when his older brother 
was already 17. Guy could still remember the carrying on when Gordon went 
away, leaving Albany in search of some better place to live. It wasn't until 
Guy was a little older that he wondered just how Gordon had stuck it out 
until he was 17, but now, Guy hoped to get some answers from his big 
brother, and perhaps a little insight about life, since Gordon had been out 
in it for so long. Gordon's apartment would be Guy's first stop on what he 
considered the beginning of a long adventurous journey, during which he 
would find out all there was to know about the world beyond the dour city of 
Albany. 

He walked slowly from the bus station glad to be out of the freezing air 
conditioning of the Albany-Blandings Bus. There was no rush to get to his 
brother's, he felt, since both Gordon and his wife worked. He didn't know 
that Gordon had a night shift and would be home until 3:30 p.m. So Guy 
decided to walk around the town and find out what the small town of 
Blandings was like before showing up at his brother's apartment. 

Chapter Three 

"Hello there, friend!" Carolyn caught up with the young man with the 
knapsack just at the turn to the duck pond. He looked extremely interesting 
to her . . . the kind of person she would enjoy talking to, and since she 
figured he was probably a stranger in town she hoped she would be able to 
help him out. Within a short time the two young people were sitting on one 
of the green wooden benches in the park, talking like old friends. They 
understood each other's desire for simplicity and directness, and enjoyed 
discussing various aspects of their respective philosophies with each other. 

Carolyn loved looking into the boy's light grey eyes. He reminded her of 
someone, but she wasn't quite sure just who. His earnest face was open and 
honest, and Carolyn felt immediately close to him. 

"Well, you have some time before you go to see your brother, then," she 
said, turning her big blue eyes in his direction, and letting them sweep 
lovingly over his face. He had only told her that later on when his brother 
got home from work, he would go to visit him and his wife. 

"Sure ..." Guy said eagerly. He was free. He could do anything he wanted, 
and he had nothing but time. His brother wasn't even expecting him and he 
didn't even have to go to see him for days if he didn't feel like it! The 
pretty blonde girl was the best thing he'd laid eyes on since he could 
remember. His experience with girls was fairly limited... just to redheaded 
Abby at school in Albany, and she was such a bitch that it was hardly worth 
the trouble. This girl was sweet looking though, and her words were straight 
and true. There seemed nothing devious about her at all, and Guy found this 
refreshing and relaxing to say the very least. He was growing more and more 
excited by the fact that there were girls like this around! He had never 
really considered the possibility that there might be a girl as fed up as he 
was with regulations and hang-ups. Yet, here she was! 

"Let's go get stoned, then," Carolyn suggested, merrily. 

"Oh, yeah, let's!" Guy replied, and hand in hand they left the park and 
started toward the apartment building on "A" street. Guy didn't notice what 
street it was; he really didn't care. All he cared about at the moment was 
the little blonde girl whose hand clutched his firmly, and he kept on 
looking at her as they entered the dark apartment building. 

"Right here ..." Carolyn said, fumbling in her pocket for the key to her 
door. "I hate keeping it locked," she explained as she brought him into the 
large sunny room, "But the super has a fit if I don't! Don't know what 
they're so uptight about. . . you'd think they'd let me worry about it if 
someone took my own things!" 

Guy sat down on a brightly embroidered pillow. He guessed that Carolyn had 
done the hand work he saw as he looked around him. 

"Actually," she was saying, "I wouldn't care if anyone took anything, I'd 
figure that then they needed it more than I do!" she smiled. Her big pearly 
teeth were so white that it made Guy think of those commercials that his 
mother and father were always looking at on television. But one thing was 
right about those commercials, Guy did find her teeth attractive. In fact, 
everything about Carolyn was to his liking, and now he watched her soft pink 
lips as she spoke to him. They were full and free of lipstick, yet they had 
a pleasant color of their own. Carolyn turned from him and started rummaging 
in a wooden box that sat on the floor near the wall. There was little else 
in the one-room apartment but the big brass bed, and Carolyn had furnished 
it with big brightly colored rugs and pillows and she had hung photographs 
from magazines on the walls. Guy lay his head back on the pillows and 
stretched his feet out on the rug. He felt more at home here than anywhere 
he'd ever been so far in his life. 

Carolyn was rolling a thin cigarette of marijuana. He could smell the strong 
grass from where he was laying, and the thought of smoking it was already 
getting him high. He knew already that Carolyn would have the best quality 
grass, maybe Panama Red, or even some Acapulco Gold. And as she passed him 
the lit joint and he inhaled its dark brown sweet flavor, he knew that it 
was nothing like the stuff that they had at Stoker's High in Albany. All the 
kids liked to talk about smoking, and liked to brag about being high, but 
Guy knew from his first inhalation of young Carolyn's grass that none of 
them had ever been as high as he was going to get. 

He felt like he was melting right down into Carolyn's rug, its bright colors 
were molding to him, and henceforth he would be orange and brown and red and 
green striped. The blue haze of smoke lifted into the sun streaks and Guy 
watched them curl into beautiful patterns. Carolyn was moving about the room 
making little sounds. The kitchenette seemed to appear from nowhere behind a 
wall, and then she was placing a glass in his hand. It was apple cider, and 
its cool taste filled his throat with myriads of flavorbuds of taste. He 
understood the meaning of the expression, "It just touches the spot!" with a 
new clarity. He laughed and told Carolyn this, and they both laughed 
together, the sound making them so happy that they continued laughing and 
laughing until abruptly it seemed time to stop. 

They were silent for several long moments, and Guy was lost in a world of 
thoughts that kept coming one after the other, then he realized that he had 
said nothing for a very long time and he felt embarrassed, not being really 
used to the etiquette of pot smoking. It seemed natural to be silent, but an 
old memory of Guy Edwards' from the Stoker's High School came back to him 
and he wondered if he was being strange. He looked down at his glass, 
embarrassed, then drained it for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to 
be giving him. Carolyn was just sitting across from him ,on the floor, 
passing him the diminishing joint from time to time, and now he started to 
feel a bit better. It was odd, but with each sip of the cool amber cider his 
fears were slipping further and further away. A strange confidence that he 
had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood. He 
marveled at it. All of his senses were being intensified, and there seemed 
to be no end to the things he could think or feel! 

"It's a lot like acid," Carolyn said, "This grass I mean ... so strong!" 

"I've never taken it," Guy replied. The bright orange of the blonde girl's 
shirt was making everything orange inside his head. 

"You don't have to," she replied, "I have . . . and everything I know, I'll 
show you!" 

It was a far out thing to say, Guy realized, and yet he knew exactly what 
she meant. She was to be his teacher, his guru, and he would learn many 
secrets from her. He was looking down at the fabric of the rug, thinking 
these thoughts, when he heard her making rustling sounds. Before he even 
looked up he felt a slight jerk from his heretofore dormant cock. Slowly, 
his head raised up and her bare feet and legs came into view. She was moving 
slowly, looking down at him, removing her shirt by lifting it carefully over 
her head. Her brown limbs and loins were strikingly slender and well 
proportioned, and she looked like a youthful water-sprite, or a goddess of 
some sort come down from Mount Olympus to be with him. There was no lewd or 
obscene movements on her part, as she stood finally completely naked before 
him, her high-set breasts quivering ever so slightly, her finely indented 
waist tapering down to the voluptuous curve of her hips. Carolyn's belly 
carried a fine line of blonde hair down the center, so pale that it would 
not have been visible but for the bright sun streaking in and catching its 
golden glints. And this line continued on down her softly pulsing belly to 
touch the wispy triangle of her hair-covered cunt. 

Guy felt another jerk under his pants, and his cock began to harden at a 
quickening rate. Carolyn turned from him for a second, and bent to pick up 
her shirt and pants. She had been naked beneath them, he realized wearing 
not a stitch of underwear next to her skin. The full-rounded moons of her 
buttocks came into view, tantalizing the 17 year old boy as it gave him a 
completely unimpeded view of the narrow, hair-lined furrow up between her 
legs. He watched her with baited breath now as she walked away from him 
across to the bed. The cheeks of her firm but pliant buttocks jiggled ever 
so slightly with each step she took. There was a lithe suppleness about the 
young girl that exuded a sexuality that could not be ignored or denied, and 
Guy was awed by the fact that although she was a scant two years older than 
he, she seemed so much more mature and worldly than he. 

He had never made love to a woman really, he thought, using the old 
fashioned term in his mind. Only fervent, ugly petting sessions with his 
sometimes girl friend, Abby, on her sofa; and once she had let him put it in 
her but had pushed him back out and scrambled away swiftly when she felt he 
was going to cum inside of her! 

The full erection in his pants had risen to almost its entire height now, 
and the tight restriction of the material of Guy's jeans and underwear hurt 
as he pushed down, allowing the thickness of his young inexperienced cock to 
readjust itself to a slightly more comfortable position. But it only helped 
for a moment. 

She was standing at the bed now, gazing dreamily across the room at him, and 
when she spoke, the softness of her voice made a velvety smooth feeling 
inside him. 

"Guy . . . come on!" 

Guy started, but otherwise remained motionless for a few seconds. 

"Guy ... hey, Guy, are you there?" she called softer than ever, her total 
nakedness like a brilliant star before him. 

"Y ... yes ... " he stammered. "Oh, yes ..." he was getting to his feet. 

"Hurry, darling," she said, sitting down on the bed and making the springs 
creak beneath her weight. She pursed her soft lips at him and sat back 
slowly on the very edge of the bed. Flushed and disturbed, Guy started 
across the room. No thoughts of resisting her lovely appeal were in his 
mind, but his own inexperience slowed his steps and made him slightly 
hesitant. But this self doubt faded rapidly, the closer he got to the pretty 
19-year-old blonde. 

As she pulled him close to her sensually parted lips, and he bent down over 
her, still fully dressed, Guy felt a marvelous self-confidence that he had 
never experienced before... as though he had finally found the true 
strength. His emotions seemed to be on a see-saw, up one moment and down the 
next, but right now they were definitely up ... up like the burgeoning of 
his painfully swollen cock. The taste of her lips was sweet like the inner 
flesh of some berry, and she smelled like that, too. He felt himself grow 
dizzy as the hungry kiss continued, and he felt Carolyn's arms clinging 
round his neck, pulling him down on the bed beside her. Her sun-bronzed body 
squirmed against him, and he seemed to feel her nakedness even through his 
clothes. 

"Let's get you naked, too," she said softly, when at last the kiss was over. 
Guy felt as though she had imparted to him secret knowledge of herself in 
that one kiss, knowledge that would-help him in the next few moments. The 
heat in his body was rising rapidly as he struggled out of his clothing. 
Looking down as he finally removed the last of his clothing ... his socks... 
he saw the thin, hair-lined lips of Carolyn's vagina clearly visible between 
her slightly parted legs. A pleased smile crossed his face and he turned to 
her, lengthening his body out beside her on the bed. The large full mounds 
of her breasts stared up at him wetly, as though they had been oiled and her 
ripe ruby nipples glistened with their pink bud-like tips throbbing slightly 
as she ran her own fingers slowly across them. Guy had never seen anything 
so erotic as the way the twin nipples responded to his young blonde 
companion's touches. They perked and grew hard and stiffened and he longed 
to touch them himself. 

"You're beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness and he could 
see that Carolyn's blue eyes were dilated a little from excitement and 
intoxication by the potent drug they had both inhaled, and it was all he 
could do to keep from throwing himself upon her and locking the hardness of 
his young male body to himself back. He knew that she wanted more from him 
than that, that she knew what making love was all about and that the reward 
would be well worth waiting for! 

"You're beautiful, too!" she replied, smiling up at him. She lay quietly on 
her back, her arms behind her head, confident of her beauty and her power 
over this young boy. "You're something special!" she decided, suddenly. 
"Have you been with many girls?" she asked, her voice husky and low. The 
question did not seem an intrusion, and Guy did not hesitate to answer. 

"Not enough ... not nearly enough," he replied, gazing at every inch of 
Carolyn's body, his eyes lingering first on those splendidly hard nipples 
and the soft swollen mounds of her breasts, roaming down along the gently 
heaving rib cage to the slender indentation of her waist. She was the most 
uniformly brown color of tan all over, almost as if she had been born that 
way, but the sparkling gold of her blonde-curled-cunt... that mysterious 
"vee" that drew him like a magnet... along with her straight cornsilk hair 
betrayed Carolyn's Nordic origins. The contrast was startling and the sight 
of the young girl spread naked on the bed for his pleasure filled eyes with 
even more lust. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips as though 
he had done this kind of thing all of his life. She pushed him away for a 
moment. 

"Here ..she said, as she reached down beside the bed on her side. "Let's 
light up again!" Guy heard the sound of a match striking, and then they were 
inhaling the heady smoke once more. He had never looked forward to anything 
the way he did the changes that the marijuana produced in his consciousness. 
Everything was more, the whole world seemed a possible place to live in. 
They puffed in silence, alternately and then, Guy had an idea. Carolyn was 
already replacing the tiny remains of the joint they'd been smoking in a 
small ashtray beside the bed, and when she rolled toward him again, he 
leaned over her again and pressed his mouth tightly down against hers. The 
full mouthful of pungent smoke that he had retained filled her mouth and 
eventually her lungs as well; she was surprised at first and then delighted, 
and she deeply inhaled the dizzying weed. 

Carolyn reached up and curled her arms around and pulled him down on top of 
her. One of his legs fell tightly between her open-spread thighs. She felt 
light as a feather beneath him, surprisingly supple and soft as though she 
were a cloud that he would fall right through. But her body was glued to his 
as though it belonged there. Together they made some sort of alien creature 
with four legs and four arms. Easily, she rubbed the full smoothness of her 
thigh up against his loins as he began to grind his lips harshly into hers, 
bringing his throbbing cock to what seemed an intolerable hardness. 

He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the hardening 
tip, wetting the soft mass of her pubic hair and the under part of her 
belly. Carolyn continued to massage him, using her entire body with a 
practiced motion that made him think that he would cum right then and there. 
He could already feel the pressure building deep in his testicles down 
below! He thrust his tongue deeply into the young girl's waiting mouth and 
she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her pearl-white 
teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. 

He pulled bis head away to escape the increasingly teasing sensation, and 
placed his thinly bearded cheek against her hair. The sunshine coming 
through the window across the room was not so strong now, but there was 
still the bright clarity of daylight. How long he had already lingered with 
the beautiful young creature Guy had no idea, nor did he care. Time had no 
meaning, and the universe centered around the bed upon which he lay, gently 
intertwined with his first lover. He was momentarily distracted by shadows 
of people passing the window, which was open just the slightest bit from the 
top. He had forgotten that the apartment was on the ground floor and it 
occurred to him that anyone the least bit curious could press his face to 
the windowpane and look in to see them there on the bed. 

Guy hoped that someone would. That someone else would know of the excitement 
and wonder that he was experiencing on the big brass bed. 

Carolyn stirred next to him. He realized suddenly that she was quivering 
softly beneath him, and that her thighs were moving once more against his 
young loins. 

"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she inquired, breathing deeply into his 
ear. 

"Oh, God, yes!!" he answered. The lewd words coming from her mouth did not 
seem in the least obscene. They seemed accurate and meaningful to him and he 
was about to tell her so when she continued. "Then tell me ... " 

"Oh, Carolyn, I want to fuck you more than anything else in the whole wide 
world!" he cried getting more and more excited. 

"HOW, DARLING ... HOW, MY SWEET DARLING BOY?" she asked, groaning beneath 
him. 

"DEEP!" he cried, "HARD! I want to fuck you like no one ever fucked you 
before! Like no one will ever fuck you again!!" 

"OH GOD..." she cried, "Then do it... DO IT BEFORE I DIE!" 

Her hand fell to his blood-engorged young penis as she said these words, and 
as she clasped it in her hand, she stared into his tormented eyes. "I like 
the feel of it!" she told him. "I know just how it is going to feel inside 
of me! Oh God I want you ... I want to feel it high up inside my cunt!" 

Guy gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidly 
throbbing cock. He pressed his head forward and kissed her on the lips 
moistly, at the same time moving one hand down to the smoothness of her 
buttocks. He cupped them and felt the beautiful full shapes he had only 
looked at before. Her body was warm and soft against him as she raised her 
face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him. The odor of the oil she was 
wearing was maddening in his brain as her lips gave way to the harsher 
pressure of his teeth. She was allowing him to possess her, and the yielding 
softness of her entire being sent tiny chills darting over his naked skin. 
He groaned as the young blonde stranger crushed the full length of her hotly 
hungering body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before 
suddenly twisting her body and pulling him up and over her in a surprisingly 
strong motion. Her quivering legs opened wide to take him between them. 

"Only 3:30!" Sharon looked up from her typing and turned off the dictating 
machine. She momentarily removed the earplugs from her ears and rubbed them 
as she looked at the clock. It was the longest part of the day. She looked 
beyond the other two secretaries in the office toward the window, but all 
she could see was the tops of a couple of trees across the street, and the 
windows of one of the apartment buildings that faced the office building in 
which she worked. 

How she hated it! Her eyes turned to read the page she had just typed: 

We would appreciate hearing from you about this matter as soon as possible. 
If there is any further information with which we can supply you, do not 
hesitate to request it of us. Our staff is always ready to be of service. 

Very truly yours, B. J. Garson, Vice President Walsh and Garson Co., Inc. 

She had made an error and with a groan she realized she would have to use 
the correct-type again. It was the hardest time of day for her because she 
knew that her newspaperman husband would be getting ready to leave for work 
about then. He would arrive at the paper by 4 if he left in the VW bug by 
quarter of. She wondered how Gordon felt today. 

He probably felt just fine, she decided angrily. He had no idea what she was 
going through, and she just didn't know how to tell him! Sometimes she 
wondered if she had married the wrong man entirely. She had never dreamed 
that gay, exciting Gordon could ever be the sullen frowning grouch that he 
had been most of the time recently. He had changed horribly, and so suddenly 
that Sharon wondered if he didn't have some deep problem that he wasn't 
telling her about. 

"A real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," she thought to herself, as she sat there, 
blissfully unplugged from her machine, staring out the window at the tops of 
the tree branches. All the other girls in the office, Shirley and Marge and 
even the girls in accounting had envied her marrying Gordon. He could be so 
charming when he wanted to be! She hated him for that, she realized now, 
whereas once it had seemed an asset that he was so good with people ... so 
friendly and outgoing, now it seemed a personal affront to her when he was 
so cold and silent at home. 

"Of course the shift he's working doesn't help us any!" she thought 
bitterly. But there was nothing to do about that... not unless Sharon quit 
her job and that was out of the question. 

Marge turned and smiled at her, and Sharon smiled wanly back. She knew that 
Mr. Garson was likely to come out of his office at any moment and frown at 
her for just sitting there for a few moments doing nothing. But she didn't 
care. Suddenly she stood up. 

"I'm going home!" she declared. 

Sharon had sick time due her, and today was one day when she needed it. She 
left the untyped letter on Mr. Garson's desk and gathered her things 
together and went home. Everyone hoped her headache would be better, and she 
felt just a little bit guilty about leaving Shirley and Marge to do the 
typing load that day, but not enough to turn back once she had reached the 
freedom of the outside. 

"Ah!" she cried, taking a deep breath. She felt deliciously wicked. It was 
too late to catch Gordon, she knew, but perhaps she could go home and 
prepare him some wonderfully special dinner that night. She might even have 
time to finish that dress she had been making on the rebuilt sewing machine 
her mother had given her. It was a frivilous, frilly, cotton dress, one 
which got dirty quickly and was not good for just any old occasion. But, she 
might wear it that night anyway if she got it finished, and she might even 
reestablish some real communication with her husband, because she would be a 
new woman once she had it on. 

"You tried that last night," a voice said deep inside her. But Sharon was so 
elated at having left work early that she felt a limitless wild enthusiasm. 
"So what?" she said to herself. "I'll try it again, only with a different 
twist this time!" 

Carolyn crushed the young boy tight to her and ran her hands searchingly 
down over his body, eagerly exploring the secret hollows of his nakedness. 
His long pulsing cock was resting hard against her thighs, and it pressed 
into the narrow hair-lined furrow of her silken pussy. She arched up for a 
moment, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back, and 
reaching under her tensely straining buttocks with both hands she pulled her 
tiny vaginal lips slowly apart, giving Guy's penis even greater contact with 
the wet sensitive secret flesh as it lay the full length of the moist gently 
throbbing cunt. Then Carolyn seemed to relax, dropping her voluptuous body 
back to the bed, holding his rigidly secret cock trapped tightly between her 
tender but strong thighs. 

Guy emitted a strangled cry and forced his hands down between the older 
girl's shoulder and the mattress and then ran them down the soft curves of 
her back and hips. He could feel her undulating against him, imperceptibly 
at first, and then she was moving in a slow teasing rhythm. 

The tense cords of the young girls' softly working thighs pressed against 
the outside of his hips, and Guy wondered how they would feel later, 
gripping around him once he had sunk the full hardness of his cock deep 
inside her! He hesitated, and as if to encourage him further, she murmured 
into his ear. 

"You feel so good ... so hard..." The flatness of her belly writhed up 
against his, and he pushed his trembling hands farther down beneath her, 
cupping the fullness of her softly giving buttocks in the palms of his 
hands, so that he pulled her seeping warm pussy up closer until it was 
pressed tightly against him. Then he moved up and down slowly, holding his 
breath as the insinuating hardness of his cock moved slowly up and down the 
ever moistening split of Carolyn's willingly spread cunt. 

"OH ... OH ... OH!" he cried, as she began a more desperate rotation up 
against his young, inexperienced loins, until her legs without warning 
snaked upward clinging to either side of his slender body, her shapely 
calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her. 

"Now..." she urged. "Fuck me now, darling, fuck me right now!" she moaned 
this into his mouth, her eyes tightly shut, as she implored him. He started 
to move, but the young 19-year-old moved first. Her hands thrust down 
between their nakedly twined bodies, and she circled his wildly throbbing 
cock, guiding it in between the pulsing hot lips of her silken-haired cunt. 
Guy groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-bloated cock up and down 
between her legs, parting the tender soft outer lips of her cunt with the 
rubbery round head of it! WHAT A FEELING! He couldn't hold back another 
second, and suddenly he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust 
that drove his incredibly aroused penis into the welcoming mouth of her 
lustfully waiting pussy. 

"NNNNNNNmmmmmmmmnnnnnghhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, as Guy felt the warm 
elasticity of her seeping pussy slip wetly over his sensitively thrusting 
naked flesh. His hard young cock entered with a slight obscene pop and there 
was a long sliding wet sound as he rushed up inside her tightly clasping 
inner channel. He was yearning to mesh with this strange girl, to penetrate 
her very soul if he could, and at the moment he seemed very, very close. His 
hotly excited cock raced up to the highest part of her warmly squeezing 
cunt, up to the full depths of her flat little suntanned belly. It was soft 
and tight at first, aching the full length of his rock-hard penis, and then 
easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage surrounded him moistly and made 
him suddenly hit bottom, his balls slapping hard up against the upturned 
cheeks of her buttocks. 

"OOOOOOOOOooooooooh!" she screamed, and Guy thrust harder. The pleasure 
between them was something real... something that he could actually create 
with his cock! He reveled for a moment in the incredible power that he 
had... that they both had, to create this thing between them! 

Guy ground his desire-filled loins into the squirming softness of the 
teen-aged blonde's flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, lifting 
them both several inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her 
upward thrusts. Ceaselessly, she moaned beneath his pounding young body. He 
was hard and lean above her, and his 17-year-old cock enthusiastically 
joined with her tormented by seeping cunt, making her open and close her 
tremulously tensed legs around his thrusting hips as she worked up and down 
meeting his every move. Her full soft lips were gaping wide, and her tongue 
hung out as she panted beneath him. Her straw-colored hair thrashed against 
the pillows as she flailed her head from side to side. 

"OH GUY!!! OH GUY ITS GOOD ITS GOOD ITS GOOD!" her voice was low and rutting 
and he answered her in his own tense tones, "IS IT GOOD? IS IT GOOD? IS IT 
GOOD, HUH??" 

Sharon was humming a little tune to herself as she let herself in her 
apartment. She went immediately to the windows and opened them, after noting 
that Gordon had not made too much of a mess in the kitchen that day. She was 
still humming as she unzipped her jumper and stood in her slip and stocking 
feet in the living room. She decided to get herself something cool to drink 
from the refrigerator and then she returned to curl up on the pull-out sofa 
that had once been the sole sleeping unit of her bachelorette apartment 
across town. Now it made a nice sofa for their living room, and Sharon 
sipped her diet-cola happily, beginning to look on the positive side of 
everything for the first time in what seemed much too long a while! 

It was then that she heard the sounds coming from the apartment next door. 
She and Gordon had apartment B, and Carolyn Carswell lived in apartment A. 
Their living room wall shared a wall with Carolyn, and although she often 
moved her bed about, the big brass fixture was now firmly established 
against that wall. 

Sharon realized that it was rare that the teen aged girl used the living 
room at this hour, and that in fact, the only other times she had heard 
Carolyn next door had been when Sharon was doing something that was unusual 
to her normal schedule. Since Gordon was hardly ever there, Sharon spent 
most of her time in either the kitchen or the bedroom, where she had 
installed the portable TV. 

"OH NO!" she gasped aloud, her eyes growing wide with alarm as she realized 
just how much she could hear from next door. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOh!" Carolyn cried, "Stick your finger in my ass!" "GO ON ... DO 
IT! DO IT" she barked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. - 

Obediently, Guy reached under her and between her gyrating ass-cheeks as he 
continued to drive his thickening cock rhythmically into the seeping 
moisture of her wide-held pussy. He stretched the crevice between the young 
blonde's buttocks wide, searching for the little opening of her anus with 
the trembling tip of his middle finger. Suddenly he found it! 

A tiny ruvulet of warm moisture ran down between her wide-spread crevice 
from the point where he could feel his hard cock sawing mercilessly into her 
upturned flesh. There was a obscene din beneath them as the old brass bed 
creaked and groaned and squealed out its complaints and the young couple 
bounced and churned upon it. Guy probed experimentally with his middle 
finger against the puckered little hole, and then he pushed hard, feeling it 
give way a little then suddenly the tightness of it yielded completely and 
his finger slipped into the small nether ring, sinking in almost to the 
first joint. 

"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" it hurts ... "Don't stop ... don't stop!!!" she 
cried. 

The contradiction of her words drove him on. He thrust again, harder this 
time. 

"OOOOOOOOHH YES ... OH GOD HOW IT HURTS!" she cried, but she suddenly began 
screwing her soft cheeky buttocks back upon his hand until his finger was 
completely lost, sunk high inside the moistened back entrance between them. 
He jiggled his finger a little bit inside then rotated it as much as he 
could in the fleshly depths of her rectum. Never would he have thought of 
touching her there, and now here he was spearing in and out of both her 
steaming wet passages. 

Guy marveled at the way his pretty young companion felt inside. He could 
even feel through the thin wall of flesh that separated her hotly clasping 
vagina and her anus the swiftly moving thickness of his stone-hard cock as 
it slid in and out! Urged on by his ever mounting lust, Guy began skewering 
the desire-tormented young blonde between his thrusting penis and his 
rotating middle finger, maintaining the same rhythm for each as she groaned 
and bucked under him. The young girl's legs opened wide out over the bed to 
give him even greater access to the ravishing of her lustfully aroused 
loins. 

Guy could feel his cock thickening and growing inside of her tightly 
contracting wet vagina until it felt as though it were going to . burst from 
the exquisite pleasure building in his lust-constricted young balls. They 
slapped heavily against her upraised buttocks below, and it wouldn't be long 
now ... it wouldn't be long at all before he was going to explode! A steady 
stream of jibberish came tumbling from Carolyn's mouth as she writhed 
beneath her 17-year-old lover. She was near completion now and as he began 
ramming it to her with long hard strokes in time with his lewdly skewering 
finger in her rectum, she grew more and more excited. She gurgled beneath 
him and then began to open and close her strong brown thighs around him in 
time to this long hard thrusts up into the moist depths of her battered 
pussy. 

"OOOOOH IMMMMMM CLOSE ... IMMMM CLOSE ... IMMM ALMOST ... OH FUCK ME ... 
FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER THAN THAT HARDER ..'. HARDER ... HARDER!" she 
wailed, chanting and mumbling and spurring him on with the pounding of her 
feet high on his arching back. Her legs were jacknifed up tight now, 
pressing her knees all the way back onto the brown swollen mounds of her 
breasts and the pressure on the sensitive softness of their flesh added to 
her raging frenzy. Her blue eyes rolled uncontrollably and her face was 
contorted and straining for the final moment that was so near. 

He continued his merciless thrusting with all of his might, and then 
suddenly she coughed up at him, " O O OOOOOOoo oo oooh ITTTTTSSSSS 
CUMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGM! IIIIIMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGG!" Her thighs pulled back 
tighter until the whole of her stretched pink pussy was presented up to the 
lusty 17-year-old to pound and use as he wished. Her trim ankles locked over 
his shoulders as her desire-inundated pussy squirmed desperately beneath him 
in a wild uninhibited dance that almost frightened him. 

"GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 

But it was happening for him, too, and just as a low banshee scream formed 
on Carolyn's strawberry colored lips, piercing through the sounds of the 
squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together, Guy 
felt great swirls of heat building deep, deep in his balls and the muscles 
of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure. 
He groaned, over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent 
mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. A deep gutteral 
sound started from his chest as he felt his hot sticky sperm race from the 
warmth and safety of his protective testicles and begin spewing in hot thin 
streams into Carolyn's wildly contracting cunt. His hands tangled cruelly in 
her long blonde hair as he emptied the white-hot sperm into the dark wetness 
of her pussy. 

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!" 

Carolyn's nostrils flared wide as she screwed her loins upward onto his 
thickly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of 
her thighs while her hungrily thirsting pussy jerked and sucked 
spasmodically against Guy's taut belly. 

"Oh you gave it to me ... you did ... didn't you?" she gasped. 

Beneath him the 19-year-old girl held her breath for a long moment, and then 
let it loose, her nakedly satiated body collapsing limply down onto the 
mattress. There she lay still beneath his heaving hardness, her tingling 
cunt still locked tightly around his spent cock. Guy pushed deep, deep into 
her for a moment and then lay quiet on top of her, filled with a stunned joy 
that was etched deep upon his consciousness. 

Next door, Sharon collapsed upon the sofa in tears. Raging and sobbing 
violently. Then, belatedly, she jumped up and ran into the bedroom, where 
she jumped under the covers and continued her body-racking sobbing. Every 
cry and every bounce, every tormented squeak of the bed next door had been 
dinned into her shocked listening ears, and now she was filled with an 
intimate knowledge of her next door neighbor's life that she never would 
have wanted to have. The worst was that she recognized her own tormented 
reaction for the dismayed jealousy that it was. 

"SHAMEFUL ... OH ITS SHAMEFUL!" she cried to herself under the covers, but 
she knew that she would give anything... almost anything to know the same 
kind of mindless bliss with her beloved husband. 

Chapter Four 

"Gordon 'Edwards? You mean your name is Guy EDWARDS?" Carolyn asked, her 
face brightening as she looked down at the nakedly reclining boy beside her. 

"Yes ... do you know him?" Guy asked. 

"KNOW HIM ... HE LIVES NEXT DOOR!" she exclaimed ecstatically. 

"Far out!" Guy excalimed. Nothing at all would surprise him now. It was all 
fitting into place so smoothly, so easily, just as his young body fit into 
Carolyn's perfectly, with a precision that must have been predestined. 

"That means we can see each other all the time!" she cried, jumping up from 
the bed. It was almost twilight, and Carolyn peered out the window trying to 
determine what time it might be by what was going on outside. Guy lay back 
on the bed watching the splendid smooth surfaces of her golden buttocks as 
she moved away from him. 

"That is ... if you want to ... " she added shyly, almost coyly. \\ 

"WANT TO?" he asked. "I may never leave your apartment!" 

Looking down he could see the tall tower of his thick young cock. His 
foreskin slid easily down with a slight pressure of his thumb and 
forefinger, and he could feel the chills rippling along the back of his 
spine again. 

"Come ..." he beckoned with his finger, his face already bearing the 
tell-tale signs of his arousal. His cock was still wet from the moisture of 
Carolyn's orgasms ... two or three; he couldn't tell anymore how many she'd 
had in their continuous romp on the bed. He looked at' it glistening dully 
before him in the rapidly fading light. 

He groaned. "Come sit on me again!" he said softly. 

Carolyn moved toward her young lover again, slowly at first and then 
eagerly, as she too yearned to feel his hardness far up inside her tender 
body. His experience and expertise was growing by the second. 

"I don't think your sister-in-law comes home for a few hours anyway," she 
said, "And Gordon works the night shift!" 

It was well after dark when Sharon finally roused herself from a fitful 
sleep beneath the covers. She realized with a start that her upset over the 
antics next door had made her lose sight of all her plans for the night with 
Gordon. Feeling bedraggled and with a terrible sadness inside her, she got 
up and looked around her. 

She was completely disoriented, and her auburn hair was tangled and her body 
perspiration-soaked from being beneath the stuffy covers. After taking a 
shower, the young wife realized that if she hurried she might be able to get 
something interesting for dinner that night from the store at the corner. 
She put on a pair of slacks and a blouse. It was an old one, but nobody 
important would see her anyway, only old Mr. Stone at the grocery store, and 
he couldn't care less what she looked like. 

"Seems to be my lot in life," she thought sullenly, as she went into the 
living room. Mercifully the sounds had stopped and there was silence next 
door. She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself. 

"I guess it was pretty silly of me anyway ... getting so upset about a thing 
like that! After all, what that girl does is her own business." She made a 
note anyway to speak to her the next time she saw her about the thinness of 
the walls between their two apartments. 

Feeling a bit better now that she had faced the odd situation squarely, she 
opened the door to her apartment and stepped out. Fifteen minutes later 
bearing a shopping bag filled to the brim with groceries, lettuce for a 
salad, two small individual steaks, a bottle of red wine, frozen spinach and 
frozen strawberries and frozen rolls to bake in the oven. Sharon opened the 
door of the small apartment building on "A" street. She had gotten so 
carried away by her shopping that she hardly thought about what might be 
going on behind Carolyn's door now. Nevertheless she walked a different way 
when she passed it. Tighter, somehow, and faster. 

She was alarmed though just as she was turning the key in her lock to hear 
the door opening just down the hall, and upon turning to see Carolyn's 
tousled blonde head sticking out the door. 

"THERE SHE IS!" Carolyn cried. "Hi SHARON ... GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!" she 
grinned at the older woman. 

Sharon almost ran into her apartment, but then she remembered that there was 
really no need for her to be frightened of this young blonde girl, even if 
she was a promiscuous little tart! She, Sharon, was after all a grown 
woman... 24 years old, and respectably married to boot. She stood 
motionless, her mouth gaping. She had no idea what the girl was talking 
about, and she still felt flushed over being called by her first name by 
someone she didn't even really know! Carolyn's head had disappeared and the 
door to apartment A closed slightly but not all the way, and Sharon started 
to go inside her own apartment. But suddenly there was motion at the-door 
again, and a young boy came out. Sharon noticed with some embarrassment that 
he still seemed to be adjusting his clothes! 

"Have they no shame at all?" she inquired of herself, using a phrase that 
had once been her mother's whenever the older woman saw pictures of what the 
so called "hippies" were doing all over the world. 

"Hi..." the young boy said, shyly, and Sharon looked at him, puzzled as to 
why she was being made to meet this person who had just been cavorting so 
lewdly with her next door neighbor. But even while she was thinking this, 
and even before he spoke, she was noting something familiar about him. 
Something around the eyes. There was something ... 

"You don't recognize me ... " Guy said, and put his hand up to his sprouting 
brown beard. 

And then she did. She had only seen him once, and that had been a year 
before. He was already taller and very, very different from the thin 
adolescent who had run from the dark house in Albany to wave good-bye to 
them over and over as they drove down the street. It had been the only time 
that Sharon had met Gordon's parents, and she had the feeling that nobody 
involved had looked forward to it, and that the actual meeting had been 
painfully awkward at best. 

"I'm Guy!" he said, smiling and making a move toward her. 

Sharon fought a sudden impulse to turn again and run inside and lock the 
door to her apartment and never come out again. She smiled, letting the 
smile warm to a special greeting to cover her upset. Her hands fluttered a 
little and she stammered, setting the shopping bag down on the floor of the 
hall. 

"WHY ... YES ... GUY ... B ... But What... ?" 

Guy laughed, and Carolyn stuck her head out from the doorway again. She was 
wearing some kind of Mu-Mu that was loose and flowing, and Sharon knew that 
the young girl was completely naked beneath its folds. 

Carolyn laughed too, a startling bird-like sound, and Sharon almost cringed 
away from the two of them as they gave their explanation of what had 
happened. 

"Guy's been waiting here for you to get home from work!" Carolyn cried. 

"I just thought I'd say hello ... maybe stay with you a couple of days, if 
that's okay!" Guy said, earnestly. 

"We ... well ... come in!" Sharon stammered, starting in the door. She had 
never been caught so off balance before in her life. She didn't want to 
invite that girl into her house. She didn't even really want Guy to come in, 
but he was her husband's little brother, after all. However, under the 
circumstances she would have to invite them both in. 

Sharon was relieved to hear Carolyn refuse. "NO ... you two talk family. 
Guy, I'll see you later, baby ... for SURE!" Carolyn blew a kiss at young 
Guy and disappeared into her doorway. Sharon led the way into the living 
room of her apartment. Words were tumbling from her lips, but she really 
wasn't thinking about what they were actually saying. 

"Come in and sit down, Guy. Gordon won't be home until after midnight... 
he's been working so hard lately on this night shift. I hope its over with 
soon. Have you had dinner... I can get you something. Something to drink. I 
guess you'll have to sleep out here ... this sofa bed is very comfortable 
... I used to have it in my apartment before your brother and I got married. 
I guess I'm saying it like it was a long time ago ... it was only 2 months 
ago, wasn't it?" 

Too soon for visitors ... she thought... even from family! 

She had been putting away the groceries when suddenly she stopped 
chattering. She turned and saw that Guy was sitting on the sofa looking at 
her oddly. She realized that she didn't even know if he had said anything 
since they'd entered the apartment. Then, she was aware of the old, tight 
faded slacks she was wearing and the blouse that hung loosely, showing the 
full firm roundness of her breasts in a revealing way, a way of which she 
knew Gordon would never have approved. 

She flushed a bright red, and suddenly excused herself, running into the 
bedroom. Once there, she realized that she was very near to tears again. How 
could he have been in there doing those things with a girl he hadn't even 
met before that morning!!!?? 

She tried to calm herself as she put on a short house dress. It was very 
comfortable and covered her ample curves quite adequately as well as being 
easy to wash and easy to get on and off with its front zipper. Sharon had 
ordered three of them in different colors from the Ward's catalog. She 
pulled her long, reddish-brown hair back tight again and returned to the 
living room. 

She saw that Guy was standing looking down at the record player. He seemed 
to have gotten himself something to drink from the kitchen. 

"You ... you can play anything you want," she said, feeling terrible for 
having already acted so strangely with the boy. He seemed so young ... so 
innocent. She knew that he was only about 16 or 17. What had gotten into her 
anyway!!? 

"I hope I haven't bothered you by coming like this ..." Guy said. "I mean 
without letting you know ..." 

"Oh, no ... no, of course not..." Sharon lied, moving to sit on the couch. 
She wanted desperately to be able to act naturally and kept trying to think 
of natural things to do. She folded her hands across her legs which were 
tightly closed together in front of her as she sat. 

"You ... you're always welcome, Guy." 

Guy looked at his sister-in-law. She was up-tight about something but he 
couldn't tell exactly what it was. He supposed he ought to have dropped 
Gordon a note, but then he had made his decision about leaving overnight and 
there just hadn't been time. He hated talking about things on the phone and 
besides he hadn't wanted to put the toll call on his parent's bill. 

"I left kind of sudden!" he said by way of explanation. 

"So ... you're on your own now?" Sharon asked, politely. How would she ever 
pass the time until Gordon got home she wondered. 

"Looks that way..." he replied. "Say, Sharon, you wouldn't mind if I just 
lie down for a while would you. I'm asfully tired, and I want to be able to 
talk to Gordon when he gets in!" 

Sharon bristled at the mention of how tired he was. She knew all too well 
how tired he must be! But she was glad to suggest that he sleep on the couch 
while she retired to the bedroom. 

"We'll all have a late supper together," Sharon said. "I usually get up to 
be with Gordon then anyway," she added, then blushed as she thought she 
might somehow be betraying her frustration, her totally unsatisfactory 
marriage to Guy's older brother. 

"Great!" Guy replied, and turned over on the couch after stretching his long 
legs out and yawning sleepily. 

Sharon returned to the bedroom and shut the door. 

"Wow, what a surprise!" Gordon was still saying it, even though he had come 
home two hours before and they were all now finishing up a late supper of 
beef Stroganoff and salad. Sharon had cut the steaks in strips to make 
enough for all of them and had added canned mushrooms and sour cream, 
serving it all over noodles. She sat sleepily at the round table trying to 
maintain an expression of polite interest as she listened to the two 
brother's discussing endless details about Albany and life at home. Sharon 
realized that the two men hardly knew each other, and that this was in 
effect their first meeting on any kind of equal basis. Guy had been a child 
when Gordon left home, and now he was almost a man. 

"Man enough," she reminded herself bitterly, "to go at it like that with 
that little whore next door!" 

"Yeah ... well you know how Mom is ... " Guy was saying, and Gordon reared 
back in his chair and laughed out loud. "DO I EVER!!?" he roared. The wine 
was almost gone, and Gordon had gotten a six-pack of beer from the corner. 
Sharon cleared away the table and tried to hum to the record that Guy had 
put on the record player. She had put on a long skirt and a black cotton 
top, and had tried to make her hair as severe as possible. She had even 
considered wearing her glasses to dinner, hoping to claim eye fatigue, but 
decided against it. 

She felt totally neglected by them though, as though she were some kind of 
third wheel. Most of what they were saying was not the slightest bit 
interesting to her. Gordon had hardly looked at her since he walked in the 
door. The way things were going, it looked as if she would have to go to bed 
soon in order to get up early in the morning, and the two of them would stay 
up laughing and drinking beer half the night! Then to her surprise, as she 
passed the table to set out new glasses for the beer, Gordon patted her on 
the buttocks. She was shocked by the action, and tried to pretend that it 
hadn't happened, but Gordon called attention to it by doing it again. 

"Been talking with the little woman?" he asked. "She's something, isn't 
she?" Sharon smiled nervously and tried to pull away in a good natured 
manner as her husband clasped her around the waist and hugged her to him. 

"He's had too much to drink!" Sharon thought, her face flushing once more. 
She squirmed a little letting it be known that she would rather not be held, 
but Gordon held her firm. He looked up at her and his face glowing from the 
effects of wine and beer, said to her, "Say, honey, can I let your hair down 
... ?" he laughed at the truth of his own pun. "Guy's a member of the 
family, and I want him to see what a good looking chick his older brother 
married!" 

Sharon was so surprised that she said nothing, her lips setting in a tense 
line as she felt Guy's eyes appraising her. Then she felt Gordon reaching up 
and undoing the back of her hair, and before she could adequately protest, 
the long amber locks were flowing softly and voluptuously to her shoulders. 

"Now take a look at that... look at the difference! Can't very well let her 
go out in the streets looking like that, can I?" Sharon was mortified. It 
was with a great deal of difficulty that she kept back the tears from her 
dark eyes. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of property, some 
livestock in which he had invested, and of which he was very proud! And 
worse, young Guy was looking at her in what she took to be a new light, now 
that she was "transformed" by the change in her hair-style. The same young 
boy who had so appreciated that girl Carolyn's looks that he had done those 
disgusting things and made those hideous noises for hours next door... was 
looking at her! 

"She's something else!" Guy agreed, using his youthful hip terminology. 

Gordon made a funny noise in his throat and then said, "Yeah ... you got to 
get you one of these some day soon!" 

Sharon twisted abruptly away from her husband. Never had she heard him use 
such crude language in referring to her, and it pained her deeply, even 
though she knew he was slightly drunk. It was especially upsetting because 
his younger brother was there. She did not want that young boy to think of 
her as a woman at all, after what she'd heard him doing. She only wanted to 
go to the bedroom and never come out again as long as he was there! She made 
her excuses hurriedly, and dashed into the bedroom, where she collapsed on 
the bed. She thought at first that she was going to cry. But her eyes were 
strangely dry. She kept them wide open and lay there for a long time, 
listening to the sounds of the two men's voices as they continued to talk in 
the other room. She felt something odd happening inside her, a new attitude 
forming, a new way of seeing and thinking about her husband. It was 
frightening, but the as yet unformed thoughts kept circling in her confused 
mind, until she gave up and began to think about how safe and wonderful it 
had really been in those days when she had still been living with her mother 
... before the loneliness of her "bachelorette" apartment in town and before 
... she couldn't even find the adequate words, but finally stumbled upon one 
... "emptiness" ... before the emptiness of her two-month-old marriage with 
Gordon. 

It seemed a long while later, when Gordon came in and shook her awake. She 
sat up groggily and went to change into her nightgown while Gordon stripped 
and got under the covers. Before she had even returned to bed her new 
husband was sound asleep. How she hated that! To have to get into bed beside 
his inert sleeping form. He could at least wait until she got into bed and 
say good-night to her! Later Sharon was to wonder what made her do it, but 
at the moment it had seemed a simple, almost a normal thing to do. She 
decided to take a look in the living room to see if between them they had 
found the covers for Guy's bed. She was still tormented by the alternating 
nature of her emotions, and her fundamental sense of courtesy and 
hospitality kept cropping up to remind her that she was being neglectful. 
She moved into the darkness of the living room taking a tentative step 
forward, because she could see nothing. Then she stepped forward again. Her 
eyes adjusted themselves to the dark and suddenly she could see that Guy was 
not there! The bed hadn't even been turned down! Instantly, Sharon knew 
where he was and without even thinking her anger consuming her so that she 
started trembling, she moved quickly in her bare feet, her short white 
nightgown swaying around her naked young body underneath. She reached the 
wall behind the sofa and knelt up on it, placing her ear to it and steadying 
herself with one hand against the back of the sofa. 

"Suck me ... baby, suck me!" she heard as clearly as if she had been in the 
same room with them. "OOOOOOOhhhh HONEYYYYYY ... YYEESSSSSSSSS ... NICE AND 
SOFTTTT ... LLIKE THAAAAAAAT!" There followed the sounds of bodies squirming 
on the bed and the soft creaking of the springs. 

"MMMMMMMMMmmmm____OOOOOOooo." 

It was Carolyn of course, Sharon's 19-year-old blonde neighbor, and Sharon 
knew without a doubt that her husband's younger brother was in there with 
her! 

"OOooh GUY BABY! SUCK ME SUCK ME SUCK ME! SUCK MY PUSSY! OH I CAN HARDLY 
STAND IT IT'S SO GOOD! MMMMMMMFFFFFFFNNNNNNNNGH!" There was further 
squirming noises and Sharon squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as though she 
could block out the lewd images rioting in her mind... the picture of 
Carolyn nakedly thrusting her hips upward, pushing her straining loins 
higher and higher against the lapping sucking wet mouth of the young 
17-year-old boy! 

Tears came now, creating streaks down Sharon's soft cheeks, and making a 
sour bitter feeling inside her head that was the start of a terrible aching 
in there. 

"I have to do it to you now! I CAN'T WAIT ANY LONGER! YOUR PUSSY TASTES SO 
GOOD!" 

"Then come on, lover, come and fuck me. Slip it in ... slip it aaaaall the 
way IN!" 

There was a loud bang directly against the wall, and Sharon jumped back. Her 
ear actually had been hurt by the forceful impact. A loud wail of pleasure 
came through the wall, and Sharon slid down on the sofa, her eyes open now, 
staring sightlessly into the dark livingroom. 

In the next room her new husband slept peacefully. Tomorrow morning he would 
sleep too, while she got up to go to work. He would sleep probably until her 
working day was almost over, and then he would awaken refreshed and . 
bright. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooh OH OH OH OH OH!" Carolyn's lustfully excited voice 
expanding directly through from her apartment next door. There was a steady 
knocking and banging against the wall now, and what was worst of all it 
would stop for a second and then take up again. 

Sharon knew it meant that they were shifting positions in there, or that 
they had stopped to explore some particularly good feeling further before 
continuing. That Carolyn was feeling Guy's youthful penis high up inside 
against her womb, that Carolyn was receiving more pleasure than Sharon had 
felt in a long while. More pleasure perhaps than Sharon had ever felt, from 
the sounds the blonde girl was making! 

The strain was getting to be too much! Sharon sat despondently upon the 
couch, feeling a desperate longing welling up within her. She wanted to be 
held tightly, protectively in Gordon's arms, to feel his muscular body 
pressed against hers, to know that he would take care of her! She felt sad 
and angry at the same time, and it was the most terrible feeling that she 
had ever known. 

Sharon cupped her hands under her breasts, blushing and perspiring there in 
the darkness on the sofa, her ears filled with the obscene sounds coming 
from the next apartment. She felt a surging thrill mounting in each full 
breast as she reached beneath her short nightgown and touched their tips, 
beginning to twist their berry shapes until sensation raced from them, 
spreading to all parts of her nakedly trembling body beneath the gown; it 
touched her gently sloping belly and raced through her loins and Sharon 
pressed her thighs softly together, thereby increasing and holding the 
excitement she felt there. 

"OOOOhhhhh!" she sighed, "I need it... I need it!" She was embarrassed by 
the sound of her own voice, and she stopped her moving fingers on her 
tensed, swollen breasts only for a moment, though. Then she started again. 

The bumping and the scraping against the wall had momentarily stopped, and 
Sharon visualized them in there, naked bodies pressed tightly and hotly 
together, Carolyn's full brown thighs spread wide as Guy lay up between 
them, both drenched in a pool of sweat as they felt the lingering traces of 
orgasm between them. 

"I have to!" she thought, "I just have to!" Sharon lay back upon the couch, 
pulling her gown all the way up so that it formed a ring above her tensely 
heaving breasts. Heat seemed to permeate her body as the cool smooth sheets 
of the sofa-bed touched her naked buttocks and back. She lifted her legs up 
a little, bending her knees and keeping just her feet planted on the sofa. A 
coolness rushed down between her quivering white thighs, and she shuddered. 
A wave of sensuality began its sinuous path through the core of her being, 
and Sharon twisted and turned on the sofa, moaning softly as in the grasp of 
the desire mounting within her fluttering belly. She wasn't touching herself 
at all now, her arms lay flat against her sides, her fingers clenching and 
unclenching against her palms. She was beginning to imagine her husband's 
lust-hardened penis heaving up into her, parting the softness of her vagina, 
rising, rising... 

"Ooooooh!" she moaned in spite of herself, as one hand went suddenly down to 
her rapidly moistening desire-filled pussy. Her other hand went to the 
softness of her breasts, massaging and kneading with a sure steady motion. 
The young bride's fingers parted the soft wet curls of pussy hair and 
slipped into the shallow crevice that housed her tiny clitoris. It was 
Gordon touching her, she pretended... Gordon loving her! 

There was a great commotion next door that taxed Sharon's imagination but 
the sounds were of such a nature that she could no longer control herself. A 
loud slamming and banging commenced and the bedsprings on Carolyn's big 
brass bed squeaked horribly. 

"LIKE THIS ... AND THIS? AND THIS??? OR DO YOU LIKE IT LIKE THAT? AAAAAAAAH! 
OH SHITTTTTT!" 

"MMMMMMMM! YESSSSSSSS! OH ... OH ... OH ... I.. I.. I.. OH STOP GUY!" 

"Oh Gordon!" Sharon moaned, listening with all her soul to the wicked 
sounds. "I wish ... oh, how I wish ..." Her hands became her husband's 
lewdly groping hands, as she tickled and flicked at her swelling pink 
clitoris, making it rise like a tiny cock, reddened and ready to explode 
with tingling sensations. Sharon's back was arched as the warm excitation 
flooded her streaming wet pussy with lubricating juices. Her head turned 
from side to side, her face contorted with the strength of her emotions; and 
all the while it was Gordon making love to her, his weight pressing on her, 
his surging thick cock filling her, stretching the sides of her tight 
hair-lined cunt! 

Then suddenly Sharon stopped her frenetic masturbation. It just wasn't 
enough! It wasn't enough at all! 

All at once she knew just what she had to do. She felt shameful, but 
determined. She just had to satisfy her need, and she would find a way! She 
hurried toward the kitchen, her mind working rapidly, and she began to 
hurriedly rummage through the drawers and cabinets, thinking all the time, 
What could she use????? Then she remembered. She opened the refrigerator 
door and bent down to the vegetable bin. Her own husband had given her the 
idea, she realized as she looked into the bin. Could she really do it? she 
wondered briefly. 

She could still hear Gordon's voice uttering the phrases that had embarrased 
her at the time as he toyed with his salad one Sunday when he was off from 
work. 

"Did you know that you can tell what kind of instrument a woman likes by the 
way she picks out cucumbers!" he had said, laughing. 

"Instruments ...?*' What do you mean ... ?" And then she had understood and 
blushed, and ever since then she had felt that everyone was watching her 
when at the market she picked them out. Sometimes she didn't even feel them, 
although she knew she ought to. It was just too disconcerting! And then they 
put oil on them that made them feel almost disgusting! 

But there were two large cucumbers in the vegetable bin now, and deftly, 
without thinking about it further, Sharon picked up the larger of the two 
and closed the refrigerator door. The vegetable felt cool and hard in her 
hand as she scurried barefooted across the floor. It felt comforting. 
Already she was wondering how it would feel... what it was going to be like. 
But she already had a pretty good idea! Her eyes shining lustfully, she felt 
a surge of delight at her own lewdness as she lay back on the sofa, 
spreading her smoothly tapered legs as she breathed heavily, and listening 
to the soft sobbing and cooing that was now coming through the wall to her 
burning ears. 

She concentrated on the feel of the obscene object in her right hand and 
gasped as she let it hover above her widespread vaginal lips. Slowly she 
brought it to the quivering entranceway to her auburn-fringed pussy, where 
the cold hard tip sent a chill of shock through her. It was so cold! But the 
oil on it had given it an almost human feel, and its blunt end was cooling 
the fervently heated area of her feverish cunt. Her original shock turned 
rapidly into a perverse thrill at what she was doing, and she grunted and 
pushed the hard vegetable inward. 

At first it would not go in, but as she began to work it sideways a little, 
her lips a thin line of determination as she arched her whole body to the 
task. Her white cotton gown fell midway across her lewdly jiggling breasts 
in a crumpled mass as the blunt end of the cucumber became further moistened 
by her own cuntal juices. With her left hand, Sharon reached awkwardly 
between her widespread legs and parted the tiny petal-like pussy-lips wider 
still. Then it slid a little way in and stopped. "OH MY GOD!" Sharon cried. 
The lewd instrument did not give at all like a real penis would, it just lay 
hard and uncompromising just within the warm moist softness of her 
sex-starved vagina. But there was a burning desire higher up that made 
Sharon continue her solitary task. She would not give up yet! She tried hard 
to relax the tight circular ring of muscles inside her desperately straining 
pussy and opened her long white thighs wider to accommodate the swollen 
girth of the cucumber. It began to slide slowly inside her narrow channel, 
creating the strangest but most pleasure-filled sensation of friction that 
Sharon had ever known. It moved along the sides of the hungry wet tightness 
of her yearning young cunt as the pretty auburn-haired bride pushed steadily 
upwards, letting the enormous fake cock slide to the very end of her thickly 
stretched vaginal passage. She lifted her trembling buttocks up just the 
slightest bit from the couch and felt the huge cucumber touching the very 
end, pressing hard and now no longer cold, pushing against the entrance to 
her womb. 

It felt incredibly good! Better than anything she had felt in a long time, 
and it would have been completely satisfying if it had been real, but it 
wasn't. She was very aware of the fact that she was only making love to 
herself because her husband had been lacking in that field. 

But Sharon's desire made her force these thoughts of her sleeping husband to 
the back of her mind. She began to respond more and more to the frantic 
fantastic feeling of the firm unyielding cucumber buried deep inside her 
trembling hot pussy. Her clutching fingers pushed it in with all the 
strength she could muster and she gave a loud grunt at the impact and then 
began to rotate her hips upward, screwing herself to meet her own thrusts 
with the make-believe cock. She bucked and jumped about on the couch, 
crooning to herself as her hands worked feverishly, pushing the rock-hard 
cudgel further and further in. 

If anyone had been able to see her they would have thought she had gone 
completely out of her mind. And Sharon did feel crazy as she held the 
unlikely sex object hard and fast, unaware that she was hurting herself, 
only wanting to feel more and more of it, to attain the release of the 
orgasm she had been denied for so long. Staccato grunts and groans escaped 
from her twisted hps and her teeth bit softly down on her sensually 
protruding tongue. Deep in her warmly writhing belly, Sharon could feel a 
curious mixture of pain and stimulation combined with a feeling of guilt 
that was rapidly being replaced by a hidden satisfaction with her own 
inventiveness. Her own wantoness! 

After all if her own husband wouldn't make love to her didn't she have every 
right to satisfy herself? It was her body ... not HIS ... even though he 
liked to think of her as belonging to him! But then she would yearn for him 
again ... want to be his, to use magic to turn this hot object churning 
between her quivering thighs into her own Gordon's heavily burgeoning cock! 

"MY GOD!" she groaned, "MY GOD!" There was utter silence next door, but 
Sharon knew that they were occupied with each other, that they would begin 
again in a few seconds ... that the marvelous completeness of their two 
bodies would rub and rub against each other in outrageous coupling. She 
began to make short jerky motions like an animated doll, murmuring 
incoherently and gasping, choking out Gordon's name as tears spurted from 
her eyes at the excruciating pleasure emanating from the battering that her 
sex-starved little pussy was receiving far up between its stretched-taut 
hair-lined lips. 

The tormented young bride half hoped that her husband would come into the 
living room to find her so lewdly spread-eagled on the couch like that, that 
he would come in and take the obscene cucumber from between her legs and 
climb on top of her and insert his long hard cock into her desperately 
contracting pussy. But he didn't come, and she knew he wouldn't. He was a 
very sound sleeper and nothing would wake him until he was ready to be 
awakened. She remained alone with her obscene lust-object, her voluptuously 
rounded breasts heaving and bouncing, her hair undone and soft and shiny, 
tangling in long auburn swirls around her head and shoulders on the living 
room couch. A great pressure was building in her loins and she could think 
of nothing but the agonizing fury of pleasure bursting within her. She lost 
all cognizance of the lustfully entwined couple next door. Her young 
brother-in-law and the promiscuous 19-year-old girl were forgotten as the 
thing between her legs seemed to be bigger and harder with each long thrust 
she gave it. 

"GORDON ... GORDON ... GORDON ..." the unhappy young housewife mumbled. She 
was trembling all over from the emotion and the effort of her nervous hands 
on the thickly plunging instrument of her desire. "MORE ...MORE... NOW... 
NOW!" she kept on saying as the knobby chunk of the cucumber dug into her 
vulnerable pussy flesh. It seemed to fill the whole of her belly with its 
evil presence. 

Then, as if someone had ignited a spark high up inside her hotly pulsating 
cunt, every inch of her nakedly writhing body was afire, and she felt the 
heat of it consuming her. It raged on out of control, spreading and creating 
a bright flame of pleasure and sparkling hot lights glowed and burned 
brightly inside of her. Blood was rushing from her head to her convulsing 
loins, leaving her dizzy and giddy with fulfillment. It was building and 
building ... enormously, overwhelmingly. It was shattering her and she was 
flying in all directions at once. Then it was all pure happiness, and she 
felt herself soaring above the clouds, or was skimming along the surface of 
the water, surfing before the crest of the waves that carried her along at a 
maddening pace. 

"AAAAaaaaaammmmmmnnnnooooOOOOH!'' She could feel the heated wetness seeping 
from within her and streaming down the huge artifical cock ... trickling 
slowly down the soft outer crevice of her wildly clenching buttocks. 

Tears of relief were flowing now as Sharon dropped back onto the moisture 
dampened sofa. Her breath came in hoarse uneven gasps as the powerful 
sensations slowly subsided leaving her nakedly quivering body weak and limp 
from exhaustion. 

Through the ringing in her ears, Sharon gradually was able to hear the 
sounds again. Steady rocking sounds, the bumping of hard upthrusts by her 
brother-in-law Guy's young lust-hardened penis, as he rammed it all the way 
up into Carolyn's yielding blonde pussy. 

Sharon trembling all over now and, suddenly cold, staggered up from the 
couch. She felt dirty and somehow lost as she took the hideous object that 
had just made love to her only a few moments before, from between her 
quivering and satisfied thighs and carried it to the trash. 

"Oh Dear GOD ..." she shivered, as she went into the dark bedroom and her 
sleeping husband's snoring reached her ears. "Oh Dear God, help me!" 

Chapter Five 

Guy smiled down at the flushed and excited young girl who lay beneath him on 
the sofa. Carolyn giggled. 

"You'd better let me go, Guy!" she cried, "Or at least we'd better go to my 
place. Its been fun here, but your sister-in-law should be getting home 
soon!" She was half naked, wearing nothing but a brief pair of nylon panties 
that barely covered the big soft mounds of her buttocks and the tight 
triangle of blonde pussy hair in front. 

"Get your hands out of my pants, sweetie, or I'll cum all over you again!" 
she gasped as Guy continued his obscene fingering up beneath the loose 
elastic crotchband of the panties. 

"So what?" he said, "She might get a charge out of seeing us like this!" he 
said, reaching further inside to smooth the young blonde's cunt with his 
fingers. He didn't seem to ever get enough of her, and it had been days now 
since he'd first arrived in Blandings. Guy thought it might be a while 
before he felt like moving on, with Carolyn so close all the time. 

"She looks like she needs a charge!" Carolyn said, moaning just the 
slightest bit. 

"You think?" Guy asked. "Yeah... I guess she seems pretty uptight all right. 
But sometimes she's nice. And as for a charge, what about that night we 
heard her carrying on in here ... right on this couch. She was carrying on 
so much we could hear her right through the walls. Gordon must've been 
really throwing it to her!" 

"Maybe not..." Carolyn said. Guy had stopped rummaging inside her panties, 
and she sat beside him on the sofa. The young boy sat beside her, absent 
mindedly fingering her alert little nipples while they talked. He had 
already put on his pants after their lovemaking there on the sofa, but had 
not yet donned his shirt. 

"What do you mean, maybe not?" he inquired curiously. 

Carolyn sat thinking about what she'd said, before replying. She remembered 
all too well the night that Guy had come to see her. Early in the morning 
actually, it had been almost 3:30 A M. They had had quite a time of it 
already when the sound of passionate groans had come through the wall during 
a lull in their frenzied lovemaking. They had both been shocked to recognize 
Sharon's voice, and they had speculated as to why the married couple had 
come to the sofa to make love rather than staying in their own bed. But the 
speculations had ended shortly when they had become so excited by the sounds 
that they had to make love again. By the time it was over, there were no 
more noises coming from Gordon and Sharon Edwards' apartment, and they had 
each more or less forgotten about the incident. Now, however, they were both 
thinking heavily of it, and Carolyn recalled how strange it had been not to 
ever hear Gordon's own voice at all during the fury of excitement that had 
obviously been taking place. 

"Maybe," she said slowly, "maybe Sharon was doing it to herself!" 

"You're kidding!" Guy said. He had never really thought about girls doing it 
to themselves. But now that he thought about it, he supposed that they did 
sometimes. 

"Wow!" he said, enthusiastically. "You mean she could have been doing it to 
herself and making all that noise!" 

"Sure ..." Carolyn said, "But I may just be making that up ... I mean maybe 
Gordon was with her even though we didn't hear his voice!" 

Guy felt his young cock thickening at the thought. 

"I'll bet she was alone!" he cried, "My brother was ready to pass out when I 
left him to come over here. And say, maybe she heard us, too!" 

The discussion was abruptly ended when they heard a key turning in the lock 
and both of them scurried to get completely dressed. They had just about 
accomplished it, with a few buttons undone here and there when Sharon came 
into the room and stood looking at them. 

They were both out of breath but were trying to hide it. 

"Oh ..." Sharon said, sarcastically, "did I interrupt you?" She felt very 
angry about them being here in her own house, and didn't bother to hide it. 
She was irritable and out of sorts anyway from work, and what's more, 
Gordon's brother Guy had been there for a full week now and showed no signs 
of leaving. 

"Of course not, Sharon," Carolyn said easily starting toward the door. "See 
you tomorrow, Guy!" she blew him a kiss and left as quickly as she could. 
Sharon didn't even bother to say goodbye. 

"Jeez ..." Carolyn whistled to herself as she let herself into her own 
apartment next door. "She's like somebody's mother!" 

Guy finished buttoning the top buttons of his plaid shirt. He was reminded 
by Carolyn's parting words that he would not be seeing the charming little 
blonde that night. He had a feeling that she was going out with somebody 
else and he didn't exactly like it, but there really wasn't anything he 
could do about it. Neither of them had made any promises to the other, and 
Guy knew that Carolyn would expect him to be cool about any jealousy he 
might feel. 

He wasn't sure he felt exactly jealous anyway. He just wanted to see the 
19-year-old that night, too! Especially now that they had had that brief 
conversation about his brother's wife on the sofa. His cock felt hard and 
stiff between his legs and he wasn't going to be seeing Carolyn for 24 
hours! What a drag! 

He sat dejectedly riffling through magazines on the sofa, listening to the 
sounds of Sharon putting away the groceries she had bought on her way home 
from her job. Through his mind reeled lewd images of his sister-in-law 
fucking herself on the sofa, and he resolved to ask Carolyn to masturbate 
for him some time. He couldn't think of anything more exciting at the 
moment! 

Sharon threw the beer cans into the refrigerator. She was getting a little 
tired of lugging home the extra groceries not to mention the money she had 
to pay out for them. She was going to have to ask Guy to start doing some of 
the shopping for her at least, since he and Gordon enjoyed their beer so 
much! 

The last of the groceries were put away, and Sharon sighed. Her life had 
been like hell for the last, week, and she knew that she herself was doing 
nothing to make it better. She had been so aggravated that she'd succeeded 
in aggravating Gordon too, and the two were barely speaking to each other. 
He thought it was all because she didn't want Guy staying there, and told 
her that she was mean as well as miserly to begrudge the kid a few days with 
his brother. She had tried to explain that it wasn't that, but it had been 
no use. How could she explain what it really was! How could she tell him 
that she could hardly live with herself after that frenzied night she'd 
spent alone on the sofa? Just the sight of Guy, and the way he was always 
going off with that awful girl next door, was enough to drive her to 
distraction, and Sharon thought she was really going to have a nervous 
breakdown if things didn't change soon! 

Guy stared at his red-haired sister-in-law as she stood at the sink washing 
off the fruit she had brought home. 

"I thought you already put everything away!" he said from across the room. 

"Yes ..." Sharon answered, annoyed that he was watching her, and suddenly 
even more self-conscious than before. "They spray the fruit and they must be 
washed off... I almost forgot!" she added. 

"You know, Sharon, you ought to let me help you sometimes!" Guy said, taking 
in the smooth shape of Sharon's plumply rounded buttocks in her short 
housedress. She had already changed clothes from the office, and Guy started 
thinking about the way Gordon made her dress. He really didn't think that it 
was right, and it occurred to him that perhaps that was just one of the 
reasons his brother and his young wife didn't seem to be getting along so 
well. 

"I'd be more than happy to have you help me..." Sharon replied testily to 
Gordon's offer of help. "You can help me make the spaghetti sauce for 
dinner*tonight, and then you can serve it to Gordon and yourself at 1:00 A 
M. if you like. I'm going to get some sleep for once!" 

Guy realized that his pretty sister-in-law was near to tears, and he stood 
up. His erect penis was pointing sky high and he moved his palm against his 
pants to try to make it go down somehow underneath. All of a sudden he was 
directly behind her. 

"Hey," he said, "Hey Sharon, I'm sorry, really I am, if I've been upsetting 
you ..." he began. 

Sharon almost jumped a mile. She half turned toward the young boy and then 
suddenly burst into tears, putting her hands up over her face to cover the 
pained expression on her face. 

"No .. , no ... it's really my fault... it's all my fault... I just don't 
know what to do ... I JUST DON'T KNOW!!!" 

The only other woman Guy had ever seen cry was his mother, and he had never 
really and truly felt sorry for the aging woman, but now, he felt a wrench 
of emotion for his young sister-in-law, realizing for the first time, the 
depths of her disturbance. He had never thought about her very much at all, 
he thought with a pang of guilt, likening himself to Gordon, his older 
brother, who did think about his wife, but somehow in the wrong way, to 
Guy's thinking. Automatically, he put his arms around the older woman and 
tried to comfort her, feeling the womanly feel of her voluptuous body 
pressed for an instant against his lean boyishness. She sobbed hopelessly 
for what seemed a very long time, and his hands stroked her back as he tried 
to get her to stop. He even promised to leave the very next morning, but 
that only seemed to make her sob all the more. 

He could feel her smoothly round breasts moving against him each time she 
took a deep breath, and suddenly, Guy felt the thickness of his already 
aroused penis jerk forward. She had leaned inward against him at just that 
moment, and Guy knew that she felt it. Quickly, he pulled her closer to him 
as she tried to move back. His hands dropped lower on her hips so that her 
loins were pressed flat against his. He could feel her big, soft thighs and 
the tantalizing "vee" up between her legs. CHRIST WHAT A FEELING!! 

But she was fighting him struggling to get away, and both of them realized 
what was passing between them. 

"NO... NO... DON'T GO AWAY!" he pleaded with his brother's wife. "NO... I 
WON'T HURT YOU ... I WON'T ...I" But Guy hardly knew what he was saying. He 
really didn't know what he was saying ... or what he was doing. He was only 
following his rapidly developing instincts, and they told him that Sharon 
really wanted him to hold her close ... wanted to feel the hardness of his 
cock pressed tight and snug up against her soft belly! 

He held her as hard as he could and she beat his back with her fists, her 
face a mask of terror until suddenly, frighteningly, she slipped, and 
slumped against him. Guy hurriedly pressed his hps to hers. He was just a 
trifle bit tatter than she, and he was glad of it. He could feel the olerr 
woman's entire body trembling against bis, and her tongue in bis mouth was 
wild and hungry. She wanted him badly, and the strength of her emotion 
frightened and surprised him. Never had he dreamed that he would be feeling 
his own brother's new wife moaning and sobbing, rubbing her breasts and her 
loins up against his heated, bulging cock like this! 

He could hardly believe that he had only left home a week ago! He tried to 
match Sharon's frenzy with all his might, feeling only the tiniest spark of 
guilt about Gordon. Obviously something was wrong there, and somehow, Sharon 
needed help. 

OH GOD! HE WAS READY TO HELP HER! His flame-haired sister-in-law felt so big 
and voluptuous compared to the smaller dimensions of Carolyn, and Guy 
thought for one long moment that she was going to literally smother him with 
kisses. He tried to pull her down to the floor with him, but something 
within her still resisted that, and they moved against the refrigerator, Guy 
pressing the excited older woman back against its wall. 

"OH, GOD... SHARON!!" he cried, his fingers fumbled up beneath her short 
summer dress, and he felt the heat of her thighs... round smooth columns of 
flesh that thrilled him to the marrow of his bones. She was groaning and his 
fingers climbed higher and higher until he found her panties' thin elastic 
legband and pushed his forefinger up underneath. Her legs jiggled and she 
twitched against him, letting out a low mournful cry as his finger sank 
upward into the sticky warmth of her desire-drenched pussy. The little 
auburn hairs tickled his finger and he felt sweat popping out all over his 
body. Suddenly he was cumming, cumming so fast that he cnuld do nothing to 
stop it. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" 

His finger rose and jiggled high up into the 24-year-old bride's excitedly 
seeping cunt, and he ground his hips and his wildly convulsing cock hard up 
against her loins, pushing and jerking against her as he writhed in absolute 
ecstasy that neverthe ess knew an underlying torment. OH THE FEEL OF HER UP 
INSIDE... THE IDEA THAT SHE WOULD LET HIM DO THAT ... THAT SHE WANTED HIM TO 
DO THAT... THAT SHE HAD PROBABLY WANTED HIM TO DO THAT ALL ALONG! IT WAS 
JUST TOO MUCH TO TAKE!! 

"I'M SORRY ... OH GOD, SHARON ...!!!" he cried as he moved against her and 
the strength of his bursting orgasm subsided. He felt that he had really 
lost her, that she was no longer at the peak of lust that they had both 
created before his premature ejaculation. 

A seeping wet spot formed between them, spreading on their clothing, and Guy 
didn't know what to do. His fingers wiggled and then moved uncertainly 
upward inside the taut wetness of her still trembling pussy, when she 
gasped, "oh ... oh ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO ... NO!" was all she said as 
she fled from him, running into the bedroom and locking the door noisily 
behind her. 

Bewildered and disturbed, Guy went toward the bathroom to wash up. Later, he 
thought, he would at least help his distraught sister-in-law by making the 
dinner himself. 

Chapter Six 

Gordon returned home, getting in at about 1:30. He had stopped on the way at 
the Dug Out for a few beers and a few laughs with some of the regulars. He 
knew he ought to have called his wife to let her know he would be late, but 
he never seemed to be able to make it to the phone. For one thing, he'd run 
into a teenaged blonde girl there who'd come up to him breathlessly, 
introducing herself as Carolyn, his next door neighbor. He only realized 
when she was up close that of course he had seen her before once or twice in 
the building, and from a distance at the Dug Out bar. 

He'd heard a few things about her, too, and as they sat chatting, he bought 
her a beer, and thought about what her hot little cunt might be like under 
the tight jeans that she wore. He had been flabbergasted to learn for the 
first time and from the young girl's own lips that his younger brother Guy 
had been seeing a lot of her! 

"That rascal," he thought, but his esteem for his brother went up tenfold, 
and he revised his opinion of the young 17 year old as an innocent 
greenhorn. Finally, he'd said good night and left Carolyn to go back to the 
crowd of young people at the back of the bar. He felt funny about the whole 
incident though, feeling just a bit hurt that Guy had mentioned nothing at 
all about the girl to him, other than the fact that he'd waited next door 
until Sharon came home that first day. It wasn't really the kind of thing 
that it was easy to say nothing about, either, Gordon fumed on his way home 
and continued to mull over constantly, even as he turned the key in the 
lock. He's been over there fucking her just about every night, I'll bet! The 
whole thing made him feel a little old ... just a little bit out of it. 
After all he was a married man, now ... he was no longer a boy, or even a 
very young man at the age of 27, who could just do anything he wanted to do! 

He resented being made to feel like this, when only a short time before, he 
had been able to visualize himself in a totally different light. It was all 
a lark, and he was an easy going guy who worked on a newspaper ... not even 
very hard, really, but hard enough to keep the job for a while anyway, and 
he had wangled for himself and all for himself the best piece of tail in 
town. He'd had to get married to do it, but it meant something to come home 
to good meals, clean clothes ... all those things that he hated to do 
himself. So what if he was crabby and grouchy some times ... he figured that 
Sharon would just simply have to get used to it... that was his personality. 
Besides, he'd learned from his father that women respect their husbands more 
if they are not so easy going. 

But now as Gordon entered his apartment, he was confronted by darkness. It 
only served to confirm the feelings he was having ... that things weren't 
really so hot after all. Looking toward the couch, he saw that Guy was 
curled up in a ball on the pulled-out bed, sound asleep. He went to the 
kitchen and saw a rather unappetizing mass of congealed spaghetti and sauce. 
It had been cold for hours. Where the devil was Sharon anyway? 

He went into the bedroom and there whe was ... sound asleep in the bed. He 
bristled with anger. Tonight of all nights he would have needed a hot dinner 
and a good looking woman waiting on him. He wanted to screw her, too. Hadn't 
done it in a while, and tonight he really needed it. 

"SHARON!" he cried. "WAKE UP!!" 

Sharon jumped up, startled by his shout. She sat blinking in the bright 
overhead light, her face ravaged by the tears that had seemed never ending 
as she lay cursing herself and lamenting her actions. She had wailed into 
the pillow wondering aloud how she could have done such things with her own 
husband's brother, and recalling her horrible lapse out there on the couch 
in the living room, she had finally convinced herself that she had indeed 
gone mad. She had never thought of herself as the kind of girl who could do 
anything in the least bit unusual in the realm of sex, and now she had 
already done two things for which she could never forgive herself. Her 
entire body felt ugly and sinful, and even though she hadn't gone through 
the lustful scene with Guy out by the refrigerator, she knew that she would 
have if his shameful orgasm against her had not brought her to her senses. 

The young auburn-haired girl shied back from her husband's angry stare. She 
feared that he could just look at her and tell what had happened. She wanted 
to run and hide, and realized that she ought to have had enough courage to 
leave earlier before Gordon got home. But eventually she had fallen asleep 
after having exhausted herself by crying. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED?" Gordon asked. "Where is my dinner??" 

"Gordon ... I... I... can't anymore. I'm just too tired ... I... " 

"Oh, SHIT, Sharon, I'm not asking for the world! That job of yours is cushy 
anyway. All you have to do all day long is just sit on your ass and type! 
What would you do if you really had to do something?" He had turned angrily 
from her and was hanging up his jacket in the closet. He loosened his tie 
and warmed to his speech. 

"You've been walking around with your lower lip sticking out for days now 
... and I'm getting pretty tired of it!" 

"Gordon ... you ..." Sharon looked at her husband wide-eyed. She just 
couldn't think of words to reply to him. His attack was so brutal and so 
vastly unfair that she was speechless. In addition, she was still stunned by 
the magnitude of her real transgressions against her husband. And any second 
she fully expected him to bring that up, too, even though she knew that he 
couldn't possibly know! 

She started climbing out of bed. She intended to get dressed, to leave, to 
even go home to her mother's if necessary, even though she couldn't stand to 
admit to her mother that her marriage was already a failure and after only 
two months! She scuffled beneath the bed with her feet, searching for her 
slippers. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Gordon asked, turning toward her. He was down to his 
shorts now, and as he spoke, he bent down to remove them. 

"I... I've just got to go out for a while ... I've got to think!" 

"THINK? OUT? What have you got to think about!" he said, snidely, his grey 
eyes steely and cold. "You've never ever thought before ... why would you 
start now ... and even if you did start, why would you have to go out and do 
it??" 

"YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!! JUST HORRIBLE!!!" Sharon cried. 

"Well, you married me, didn't you?" he said. "We're stuck with each other... 
You're no bargain either, you know!" 

Sharon crumpled in a little ball, all tucked in against herself, but through 
the horrible sting of his words, she began once more to struggle to her 
feet. She just had to get away from him at any cost! 

Gordon watched her, guarding himself from any feeling of pity toward his 
young bride. He was really fed up, and he hated her crying. She was what was 
standing between him and his erstwhile freedom and youth. His little brother 
Guy would be heading west shortly, free as a bird, fucking and hitching his 
way across the country, and where would he be ... stuck in Blandings with 
Sharon! 

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" he yelled, running over to grab her arm. 

His fingers dug sharply into the soft white flesh of his 24 year old bride's 
arm. She looked up at her husband with alarm, realizing that he fully 
intended to harm her if she did not cooperate with him. She was suddenly 
silent, fearfully gaping at the madman she had married, the knight in 
shining armor who had finally come to rescue her from the fate of remaining 
single for yet another year. The same man who had so lovingly seduced her, 
promising her that they would be married if she would let him ... just two 
weeks before the wedding. And she had, and it had been wonderful, and he had 
never askd her if she had done it before, and she had never told him that 
she had ... but only once before with a boy who'd taken her out drinking and 
then out to the country in his Nash. 

All Sharon's hopes were shattering, all the bright future of their marriage 
and the starry thoughts that used to carry her through the dreary days at 
work ... all that was gone, as she let Gordon maneuver her up onto the bed. 

"DON'T ... DON'T TOUCH ME!" she cried, when she realized that he intended to 
have intimate contact with her. She didn't think she could stand to be 
touched by him ... or anyone else for that matter! She just wanted to be 
left alone! 

Gordon sneered nastily down at her, and hurriedly pulled her nightgown up, 
yanking it over her head and forcing her arms out of it. Forcefully, Gordon 
turned his frightened bride over onto her stomach, ignoring her pleas for 
him to stop. He was in no mood to put up with her prissy ways tonight. He 
felt like something exotic ... something different. He wanted to do 
something that would satisfy a craving for lewdness that he felt inside him 
... something that would reaffirm the excitement and unexpected happenings 
of his youth! 

Kneeling naked now on all fours on the bed in their small apartment, Sharon 
cringed away from him. 

"NO GORDON, NO!" she cried, looking around toward him. 

"What's the matter? Most of the time you're acting like you actually want a 
lay so bad that you can't stand it. Now that I'm in the mood ... what's with 
you anyway ... getting it somewhere else?" The words were spoken with the 
sole intention of hurting her pride, for Gordon would say anything to tear 
her down now ... anything to maintain his upper hand over his nakedly 
trembling wife. 

But from her obscene position on the bed where Gordon had forced her, terror 
struck deep in Sharon's heart. Wasn't it a woman's place to remain faithful, 
even if she wasn't being satisfied by her husband? Didn't all those old 
things about a woman not supposing to really like it, still hold true 
somehow, even though they were living in more modern times? Didn't she 
really believe somewhere deep inside her... that her sexual needs were 
bad... ??? 

Her mother, and even Ann Saunders, the advice-to-the-lovelorn columnist, 
advocated waiting until you were married ... and she hadn't even done that! 
What's more she had been married only two months when she found herself 
writhing in the arms of her husband's young 17 year old brother! Gordon was 
pawing her slightly damp naked skin roughly now, as though punishing her for 
these very sins. Well he's right! she thought bleakly. She had almost 
committed adultery that very afternoon! But, God, how he disgusted her 
now... how his hands felt ugly on her body! She wondered just how she could 
ever have been attracted to him! 

Gordon peered down at Sharon's white, wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he 
would do something that he had never done before. He'd often thought of it 
though, and as he thought about it now, he bet that little cunt next door 
had done it, and he bet she liked it too ... maybe she had even done it with 
his little brother Guy! The thought drove him into a frenzy of lustful 
competition. He'd be damned if he'd let his little brother be one up on him 
in that respect! 

"Spread those legs wider!., he commanded, his large thick cock bulging with 
veins that stood out alert on either side of the desire-hardened shaft. 
Leaning over, he slowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of Sharon's 
full-rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan 
and then, with a perverse smile playing about his thin lips, he bent forward 
and licked the small brown opening of her tiny puckered anus! 

"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sharon shuddered at the hideous wet feeling back in 
her nether crevice. It felt cold and strange and singularly uncomfortable. 

"What's the matter? I'm kissing your ass, Sharon. Isn't that what you wanted 
me to do??" he said crudely. 

Sharon groaned. The very idea that he would do such an obscene thing to her 
made her want to die ... just die right there and there! But she felt 
completely at his mercy, not only because he was so much stronger than she 
and his strong hands held her down to the bed, but because she felt truly 
guilty, and deep down inside she felt that she deserved even this ugliness 
from him. 

Gordon bent forward again and his tongue was flicking teasingly in the 
crack- of her widespread cushiony buttocks. Sharon felt more ashamed and 
embarrassed and somehow more naked than she had ever been. She was conscious 
of every exposed part of her pale, creamy skinned body, her breasts hanging 
forward and quivering against the sheets of the bed, her quaking legs and 
thighs, and the shameful under part of her... her hair-covered pussy that 
pulsed nervously between her fully spread upper thighs. 

"Wider!" he ordered cruelly, beginning to really enjoy himself. Gordon 
withdrew his spearing tongue and peered hungrily at the tight little hole of 
Sharon's rectum. His wife's long beautiful legs were spread so far apart 
that she could feel the pull on the tendons where her thighs joined the 
moist hair-curled area of her cunt. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her 
rectum and she realized with alarm that Gordon was worming his finger in 
back there. His finger was thick and hard and with a sudden sinking feeling 
Sharon knew that he was going to try to push it all the way up into her 
cringing rectal passage. She began to try to wiggle away from him as his 
finger began to turn in the deep rubbery channel of her anus, sliding 
steadily and thickly forward and then pulling out and pushing back with 
abrupt jerking motions. "NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!" Sharon bellowed. The pain was 
horrible. 

"Gordon ... GORDON!!! PLEASE!!! PLEASE!!!" Sharon tried to straighten her 
knees out so that she could he down flat on the bed, thinking that perhaps 
then it wouldn't hurt so terribly much. She just had to get him to stop 
somehow! But her incensed young husband started pulling her defenselessly 
quivering buttocks back up in the air, making her remain in the humiliating 
kneeling position that forced her vulnerable rear passage wide open to his 
lewd fondling. 

"YOU ARE MY WOMAN AND I WILL DO WHAT I LIKE!" he sneered, getting carried 
away by the surging sense of power that he felt over his terrified young 
wife. "I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you right in this tight little ass of 
yours ... the one you sit on all day long... !" 

Sharon's face paled with fear. "OH MY GOD!" she cried. "What's happening ... 
what's happening to my life?!!" Tears ran down her cheeks and into the 
strands of her long reddish brown hair that had fallen forward into her 
eyes. She was trying now to support herself on her elbows. GORDON .. GORDON 
.. NO .. NO.. I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" His obscene words still echoed in her 
ears, and the young woman's pale naked body trembled uncontrollably. She 
knew that Gordon was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and 
the thought was terrifying. 

"AAAAAAAARRRGHHHH!" she screafned as his fingers shoved sharply and 
viciously forward into her helplessly opened back passage. 

"SAY YOU WANT IT!" Gordon suddenly urged. 

"WH ... WHAT!!!?" Sharon asked, not believing her ears. 

"SAY ... OH DARLING, PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME UP THE ASS ... !!!" his voice 
went into-a squealing imitation of hers that made Sharon cringe. 

"I... I... " 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gordon cried, his fingers abruptly slid out 
with a small lewd sticky sound, and Sharon's painfully stretched rectal 
passage felt a blissful relief, yet the young wife felt strangely open and 
empty back there. Sharon could feel Gordon's hard stomach pressing up 
against her buttocks as his hands gripped her by the hips pulling her 
cringing loins backwards toward him. She thought she would faint when 
suddenly she felt the hardness of his lustful cock moving slowly up and down 
the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her pussy 
upward between her trembling buttock cheeks to the base of her spine. 

"OH DEAR LORD, LET IT BE OVER!" she moaned. 

"That's not what you're supposed to say!" Gordon said softly, his voice all 
the more monstrously ominous for its lack of volume. He let his hands roam 
teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her soft belly ... and everywhere he 
touched, Sharon felt her skin ripple with chills. She whimpered softly 
wondering if he would ever be finished with her. If this was some kind of 
hell that would last for an eternity? 

"FUCK ME!" she cried, suddenly spitting the lewd words out bitterly. "FUCK 
ME IN THE ASS, YOU BASTARD!" 

In the living room, completely forgotten by the preoccupied couple, Guy lay 
stone still, staring at the ceiling above his sofa bed. His skin crawled and 
his mind whirled at the sounds he was hearing from the bedroom. 

"Poor Sharon ..." he whispered to himself, "Poor, poor Sharon!" He felt 
consumed by a terrible guilt-filled torment. Was it his fault that Sharon 
was in this predicament? 

Up until this very moment he had always admired and looked up to his older 
brother, but now he knew that he would never feel the same about Gordon 
after hearing his treatment of Sharon. He wanted to run in and rescue the 
older woman... to get her away from his brother, but he couldn't bring 
himself to do it. She was his brother's wife after all. And then he also 
questioned his motives. Was it because he wanted her for himself? 

He lay pondering this, aware of his intense emotions involving the wife of 
his brother, his sister-in-law, she was 7 years older than he was, but it 
didn't seem to matter. She was a vulnerable, desirable woman. His eyes 
filled with tears and his fists clenched as he heard the dreadful noises of 
his -brother and his sister-in-law's obscene coupling. 

Gordon's desire-swollen cock slid up to the tiny opening of Sharon's nakedly 
exposed anus, and its thickness spread the softly yielding crevice of her 
milk-white buttocks wide. Sadistically, and with a determined expression on 
his sharply contorted features, he began to rock and push, push and rock, 
working forward all the time, again pulling her helplessly trapped loins 
back to him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip pushed through her 
anus with a small popping sound, spreading the tight elasticity of his 
terrified young wife's tightly resisting anal passage. 

"NNNNnnnnGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAHH!" It was like being impaled from behind by a 
tree trunk! Sharon twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the 
searing white pain of her rectum, but Gordon's rock-hard cock was sinking 
further and further into the tight darkness of her virgin rectal passage and 
to the physical pain, was added a dreadful shame that hurt even more. 

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGH!" she groaned. Sharon felt weak and helpless, as 
though she would never be able to hold up under the terrible burden of her 
husband's cruel penetration. She could feel all her insides trying to flee 
the terrible pressure he was exerting within their moist confines, and she 
could hear her husband of two months begin to moan out lustfully behind her. 
The hot touching of his greedy hands on her trembling breasts made her 
shiver as he began to knead them with a harsh, steady motion. 

The tightly clenching efforts of his tormented wife's rectum that sought to 
expulse his lewdly skewering cock were causing the most wonderful sensations 
all along the length of it, and Gordon thought it was the tightest, most 
exciting massage his cock had ever had! It felt every bit as good as he had 
heard it would, and without further hesitation, he threw his naked body 
against hers, feeling his blood-swollen penis ramming all the way up into 
Sharon's wildly tight rectum, pushing the smooth, rubbery flesh in tiny 
rippling waves before it. Sharon was shuddering and crying out in 
undisguised agony. She moaned over and over again, knowing that she would 
never ever be the same after this terrible experience. She could feel her 
cock-split ass-cheeks being spread wider and wider by her cruel young 
husband's hands. It had been going on forever ... Her body contorted nakedly 
in the unfamilar kneeling position and it was an almost alien thing to her. 

Surely it wasn't really happening to her? The terrified young bride's face 
brushed against the sheets and covers of the bed as she was heavily buffeted 
back and forth, her cries becoming muffled by the bunched up covers. She 
wanted to faint, but she was too frightened by the events to lose 
consciousness for even a moment. Behind her, her husband increased the 
strength of his cruel strokes into her defenseless rectum. His groans filled 
her ears, and she felt hatred for him welling up inside her besides the 
pain, as though he were making it grow with every pummeling thrust into her 
helplessly penetrated bowels. 

She thought about the whole thing being her punishment as she heard her 
husband begin to make lewd comments about her nakedly impaled anus, and some 
perverse streak in her sent a spark of masochistic pleasure surging through 
her nakedly impaled loins, mingling startlingly with the pain. It still 
hurt, yes, but in an entirely different way. Her confused and tormented 
brain began to create something beneficial from the pain by way of 
self-preservation. She was being scourged, purged of her sinfulness, her 
immoral lust. If her husband didn't make love to her, her duty was obviously 
to remain chaste, not to wickedly masturbate on the sofa, or to eavesdrop on 
the sinful activities next door! Certainly, she should never have found 
herself in young Guy's arms ... her own husband's brother!!! 

These distorted, contrite thoughts released a flood of desire through 
Sharon's pain-racked rectum, and she began to coo shamelessly as Gordon 
continued his merciless ass-fucking. 

Behind her, Gordon sensed the difference immediately. He smiled to himself. 
She liked it ... she actually liked it. The shift of Sharon's moon-like 
buttocks straining and swaying helplessly up in the air around his hard 
thrusting cock made him immensely excited, as did the vision of his 
glistening length of flesh exiting from the tiny ravaged hole of her anus. 
He let his hands grope under her belly, his fingers finding Sharon's 
wide-spread hair-fringed cunt-lips with ease. Then he plunged his middle 
finger upward into the gaping wet passage of her vagina, pulling backwards 
on the moist tissues inside as he arched upwards with his deeply penetrating 
cock. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooohhh!" Sharon let the new feeling wash over 
her... it was totally unlike lovemaking in the ordinary way, and her entire 
body was readjusting to this new kind of pleasure that was filling her 
trembling loins. It was giving her an odd kind of release... release from 
the restraint of an ordinary working housewife perhaps... release certainly 
from the naive and innocent young bride she had been before! Her pleasure 
was being achieved in spite of her husband and not because of him, and this 
thought lifted her spirits and her excitement to even greater heights. "You 
bastard," she thought suddenly, "You think that you are fucking me... but 
I'm really fucking YOU!!!" 

He just didn't give a damn about her... he was using her now just as he had 
used her before. But if her body was a tool for his pleasure ... then it 
could be a tool for her too! 

"DO IT" she coughed out. "DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!" The wildly fucking young 
newspaperman laughed out loud, an obscene sound that ended in a gurgle as he 
felt his semen start its irrepressible journey toward the far end of his 
wife's tightly contracting rectum. Her anus was gripping at his spending 
cock spasmodically now, and her vaginal walls were clinging and sucking to 
his up-thrusting fingers below. He knew beyond a doubt that his prim little 
wife was cumming too... She was cumming, too! 

Sharon thrashed beneath him grinding her teeth and bucking backwards against 
his rock-hard thighs and belly. 

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!" she screamed, out of her mind with 
desire-draining strength of her orgasm. "SPILL IT INTO ME!!!!!! FILL 
MEEEEEEEE!!!!! FILL ME UPPPPPPP WITH ITTTTTTTTT!" She gasped. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Gordon's white 
flowing semen spread voluminously in through the nether opening of his 
writhing young bride's naked belly, racing upward with such tremendous speed 
that she could feel it ricocheting inside her tormented anal passage. 

"ALL OF IT!!!!!!" she cried, shamelessly, "I WANT ALL OF IT!!!" 

Chapter Seven 

Gordon lay sound asleep when Sharon rose from the torn and stained sheets of 
their marital bed. She went into the bathroom, and drew a warm tub for 
herself, sitting deep in the soothing water for almost an hour, adding more 
hot water from time to time to maintain the healing heat around her bruised 
and sore nakedness. All the while, she felt an almost peaceful feeling 
inside her as she sorted out the events of the past few days in her mind. 
She felt saner than she had ever been as she stood up and dried herself with 
a big fluffy towel... one of the wedding presents that she and Gordon had 
received from a distant aunt of hers. 

Carefully she brushed out her long red hair, as she gazed at her reflection 
in the bathroom mirror. She did not care about the time, because she knew 
she wouldn't be going to work the next day. As she tied the clasp of her 
beige and black negligee between the deep cleft of her full breasts she 
sighed and turned toward the living room, closing the bedroom door softly 
behind her as she entered it. 

Guy could see her coming toward him. "Christ she's beautiful," he thought. 
"So beautiful!!" 

He had lain in the dark summer night, listening first to Sharon's intense 
anal abuse from his brother, and then just when he had thought his own 
torment was over along with his pretty sister-in-law's, he had heard Carolyn 
next door. She was in there with someone, and as he lay on the sofa bed, Guy 
could hear their love-making, although he sensed that they were making an 
effort to be watchfully quiet. Just at the fever pitch of their lewd 
noise-making, Guy was certain that he heard them get up from the big brass 
bed and move across the room. He heard nothing more, but he could imagine 
Carolyn and her new lover, lying on the brightly colored rug, enjoying each 
other in a naked embrace. 

He cried mostly for himself and for his lost innocence, even though he knew 
that he really had nothing to cry about where Carolyn was concerned. That 
was just the way she was, and she was lovely like that. He couldn't say he 
loved her any less for it. But as the softly flowing nightgown of his 
sister-in-law appeared in the darkness, Guy felt a gladness in his bones. 
She was coming to him! 

Astonishment and joy mingled in his body as she hovered over him, her sweet 
composed features surrounded by the softly curling waves of her shoulder 
length hair. Lying on his back, he looked up at her, already entranced by 
her proximity. Her scantily clad body seemed all encompassing as she called 
his name, and her lips touched his, softly at first. Guy found himself 
tingling all over. She was letting herself down slowly, beside him on the 
sofa bed, but the upper half of her torso was pressing against him. The 
warm, soft breasts covered his naked chest, as below the covering sheet his 
semi-dormant penis rose, and swelled rapidly with each moment of the kiss. 
His sister-in-law's tongue reached far back into his mouth and his own 
tongue rose up to hers, mingling inside in a long, slow, torturously defined 
struggle. 

"SHARON!!" he thought, her name exploding in his mind as though it held the 
clue to the very meaning of life. His searching hands roamed beneath the 
soft folds of her gown which parted in the middle, and they moved to the 
large firmness of the older woman's breasts. Her kiss was devouring him as 
he sucked wildly upon her tongue, hearing the loud wet sounds filling the 
room. 

"I know you want to, Guy," she whispered into his ear. "And now I want to, 
too!" His hands were touching the naked silky skin of her breasts! They were 
voluptuously molded and he gave his hands free play between them, toying at 
length with the hardening tips, rolling them in his fingers until she began 
to croon and squirm softly upon him. His young man's cock was standing 
rock-like and stiff and he groaned a long, low sound of ecstasy that was 
echoed and reechoed by his own brother's wife. 

Guy's hands slipped down to Sharon's slender waist, and he drew the rest of 
her closer to him until she lay directly next to him on the bed. She pulled 
at the sheet until it covered both their bodies, and beneath it their naked 
legs intertwined. Guy bent his head and inhaled the delicate fragrance of 
her breasts. He wanted so to suck them, and he stuck out his tongue to lick 
the tender surface of them. 

"Yes ... darling ... suck them ... suck them... go ahead!" Guy wriggled 
down, pushing the full warmth of them up into his burning face, and the 
satiny smoothness of them caused his cheeks to glow with desire. He thought 
he would pass out from the fabulous sensation of her breasts almost 
smothering him, and now her tautly protruding nipples poking up into his 
open mouth. His lips closed gently around the offered button of sensuality 
and automatically he began to suck with all his might. 

A hard burning flame grew between them as Sharon began to move her soft, 
shapely legs slowly up and down against her young brother-in-law's. He 
caught one between his, and forced his thigh in between the moist split of 
her legs, thrusting his pulsating cock up against her gently trembling 
belly, and feeling her moist hair-lined cunt jerk hungrily up against his 
loins. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... nnnnnnnnnnnngggghh!" she murmured lustfully, turning her 
thinly clad body against his hot 17 year old flesh. It had to be soon, Guy 
realized, and within the second, he pulled the older woman over him, forcing 
her to spread her long legs on either side of his reclining body. She 
writhed nakedly on top of him, her softness meeting his lean hardness with a 
sparking friction everywhere that they touched. Guy's mouth sought hers 
again, and Sharon began to move her belly lewdly against his, feeling the 
hardness of his swollen cock against her. Then Guy took hold of his 
brothers' wife by the waist, picking her entire body upward ever so 
slightly, and slowly thrusting her down again after positioning her just the 
right way. The blunt moistly glistening head of his cock touched directly 
between the soft wet folds of her pussy, touching upward into the hair-lined 
hps, spreading them wide and thrusting against them. UP, up, he surged, 
feeling the womanly creature who was his own sister-in-law respond to the 
almost unbelievable sensations his slowly rising cock was creating in her 
willingly spread pussy! 

"Oh, Guy, oh Guy, oh Guy ..." she softly whimpered, over and over, 
"Oooooooohhhh!" It was better than anything she had ever felt with her 
husband, better than anything she could have created by herself. Her body 
was ripe and waiting for this tenderness, the complete sincerity that the 
young boy was offering her. His lean hard cock was one with her 
passion-drenched pussy, and each thrilling up-thrust of it contained a 
million particles of separate pleasure packages. She could feel it well 
within her, perhaps because they were both concentrating so hard, each upon 
the other. She felt her hungrily yearning cunt molding to its youthful 
contours, sucking on it, milking it, loving it as surely as if she had been 
touching it with her hands! Her negligee fanned out behind her nakedly 
gyrating body, like the erotic cape of a Super-Woman. 

On and on they went, totally engrossed in the magnitude of their loving. Guy 
alternated between a steady rhythmic fucking, flicking his hips -sharply 
upward against the lustfully groaning young wife's lewdly dancing buttocks, 
so that his desire-hardened cock sped forcefully up into the tightness of 
her nakedly seeping cunt and a pushing, sliding, stacatto motion that 
surprised her, caught her off guard with each thrust. She was a mass of 
melting woman-flesh, soft and giving and clinging helplessly to him as he 
gave her more and more pleasure. The adulterous bride's unresisting vaginal 
passage throbbed and contracted wildly against her young brother-in-law's 
masculine hardness. The moist pink mouth of Sharon's heretofore 
unappreciated pussy spread wide before the approach of Guy's speeding cock 
as it drove nakedly upward between her trembling legs, spearing her first, 
and then after sliding out again and then worming back into her tightly 
smooth and velvety slit as though it had never been in before. 

"OH GOD... OH GODDDD!!!" she cried, her trembling white thighs pumping up 
and down against the young boy's flanks. 

"CHRIST!" Guy cried, watching her as she flailed and worked above him. 
Sometimes she was sitting straight on top of him, her hands skittering about 
his naked shoulders. Other times, she wound her arms about his neck, 
overcome by the rising thick head of his on-rushing cock as it slid up 
against the very end of her desire-filled pussy. 

Guy could feel her... his brother's wife jerking and twitching around his 
young cock as the final tide of the advancing orgasm struck her. They both 
were entering a completely different world, and Sharon's tumultuous seething 
tight cuntal flesh moulded and adjusted to the pounding ramroding penis of 
the young boy beneath her, first flaring out as the full impact of her 
desire seemed to peak and overflow in a torrential rain of pure 
unadulterated pleasure, and then tightly clenching as his young sperm spewed 
out and up, drowning the insides of her climaxing pussy walls with wetness. 
Her hand grabbed at his hair and she continued to writhe and moan above him 
as he spent his precious fluid up into her and Guy knew that his beautiful 
sister-in-law was cumming not once, but many times. 

"NEVER ... NEVER!!!!!" gasped breathlessly, still moving above him ... 
"NEVER LIKE THIS!" 

It was the middle of the afternoon when Carolyn sat cushioned by the pillows 
in the corner of her room. She looked across at her new visitors with a 
bemused expression on her face. The handsome but unlikely couple had knocked 
timidly on her door earlier and she had been more than happy to admit them 
to the sanctity of her apartment. 

They sat locked in each other's arms, shyly glancing at each other from time 
to time, and Carolyn realized that they were completely oblivious to her 
presence, although they tried to be polite about it. 

Sharon trembled as she felt Guy's fingers running lightly over her bare arm. 
She was wearing one of her short housedresses, but underneath she had not 
bothered to put on anything at all. She felt deliciously naked and erotic as 
the material of her dress touched her bare flesh, and the magnetism between 
her and her husband's younger brother was getting stronger rather than 
diminishing with time. He had brought her there next door to Carolyn's not 
knowing where else to go. Sharon had declared she could not stay a moment 
longer in the same house with her husband Gordan, who still slept on, 
ignorant of his young wife's adulterous actions. 

Sharon smiled gratefully back at Carolyn, the young girl she had so, hated 
and resented only a few short hours before. How everything had changed! And 
for the better, she thought... definitely for the better. She had no thought 
for the future, only for the comfort she had found in the 17 year old boy's 
arms. They seemed to give a meaning to life that nothing else so far in her 
24 years had given. They had explained everything to the young blonde, 
including Gordon's harsh treatment of his wife. 

"But what are we going to do about Gordon?" Carolyn heard the couple whisper 
to each other. Shortly afterward, she stood up and told them that she was 
going to leave them alone for a while. 

"You two enjoy my pad," she declared. "Mi casa es su casa! Guy ... you know 
where the grass is ... " she added as she went out the door. 

After she had gone, Guy found several neatly rolled joints of marijuana in 
the special box that Carolyn kept for them. He took one out and lit it, and 
after taking a puff himself handed it to Sharon. Without hesitating, Sharon 
accepted it. All her previous values had been shattered, she realized, and 
she would now have to find new ones. She felt open to experimentation, and 
trusting Guy implicitly, she inhaled deeply, holding the blue smoke in her 
lungs as she had seen Guy do. 

"It's nice..." she said slowly, as she felt a sudden euphoric lift. The room 
seemed to be slanting slightly, but it looked fine that way. "Isn't it?" Guy 
replied, moving toward her, and thinking of the cool nakedness of the young 
housewife's limbs beneath her dress. 

Next door Gordon had awakened early by the ringing of the telephone. The 
caller had asked for his wife Sharon, and Gordon had groggily realized at 
last who was calling. It was her boss, and they were wondering why Sharon 
had not come in, if she was sick again or what? 

Looking around him and suddenly recalling the horror of his own actions the 
night before, he gruffly answered, "Yeah ... she's sick!" and hung up. He 
had a terrible headache, and already he suspected that he had gone too far 
with Sharon ... much too far. There was absolute silence in the apartment, 
and obviously she hadn't gone to work. Where was she??? "What the hell made 
me do that to her?" he wondered out loud as he moved about the apartment 
looking for some sign, perhaps a note, telling him where his young bride had 
gone. He was making all kinds of mental resolutions telling himself what he 
would do to make up for his cruelty to her, and he felt a funny sinking 
feeling in his stomach at the thought that she might not come back at all. 
What was worse, the memory of her bucking back against his obscenely 
battering cock, lustfully draining him of the last juices of his cum, set 
his blood pounding again. She was incredible! he thought. She was more ... 
much more than he had ever realized. There, were depths to her personality 
that he had never bothered to seek out, and erotically, he had done nothing 
but scratch the surface of his young bride's sensuality. 

"What a horse's ass I am!" he growled as he started to shave. Soon he would 
have to go to work, but he had some time before then to try and find his 
wife. 

He had already cut himself twice with his unsteady hand when the doorbell 
rang. 

"Carolyn!" he cried. He had almost forgotten all about his brief meeting 
with the young girl at the bar the night before, and how it had indirectly 
led him to his harsh treatment of his wife in bed shortly afterward. 

"Where's my brother?" he asked. "Is he at your place?" 

Carolyn stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. "As a 
matter of fact, he is" she replied truthfully. 

She was wearing her flowered mu-mu, a loose flowing longish blouse, that 
reached midway to her brown suntanned thighs. Her bright yellow hair shone 
as she smiled sunnily at the bedraggled husband, and let herself drop on the 
living room sofa. 

"You look all out of it!" Carolyn said, spreading, her legs just the 
slightest bit more than before, so that she was sure that Gordon would be 
able to see high up beneath her mu-mu. She knew that her blonde curly pussy 
hair would attract his eye, and sure enough it did. He stared for a long 
time, his face turning beet red. 

"I... I'm not feeling so hot..." he said. He wanted to ask the young girl if 
she had seen his wife at all that day, but a remnant of his male pride kept 
him from asking her. He wondered what she was doing there on his sofa 
showing him her bare-assed cunt like that, and distracted though he was, he 
could only conclude that she wanted to be fucked. He had heard that she 
liked it a lot, and last night the idea would have been a lot more tempting 
to him than it was now. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife Sharon 
though, and he wanted his neighbor to leave. 

Carolyn could see his dilemma. "I came over to talk to you about a few 
things ..." she said. "I bet you don't really know much about women? Now, do 
you, Gordon?" 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" he bellowed. Did she know something 
about what had happened? 

He had approached her, and his whole body tensed, he stood menacingly over 
the young 19 year old blonde. Carolyn looked up at him, an amiable 
expression on her face. 

"See, you're making your first mistake right now. Never use violence with a 
woman, for one thing!" she said moving her finger upward. She touched his 
fly and saw him jerk. backwards away from her, but she reached out both arms 
and pulled his clothed loins closer to her again, catching him so by 
surprise that he did not protest. "You won't get anything you want from a 
woman that way," she continued. 

"What?" Her fingers were deftly pulling down his zippered fly, and suddenly 
they were searching inside to clutch at the stiffening rod of his cock. She 
pulled it out with an ease that Gordon could only assume had come from 
practice, and he looked down at her, his mouth gaping from shock, as she 
cheerfully manipulated the hardening length of his naked penis. 

"I'm gonna suck your cock, Gordon," she declared. "Simply because I like to 
suck cock!" 

Gordon's slowly rising cock gave an excited lurch in the young girl's hand, 
and he watched her bend over, the blonde top of her head moving lower and 
lower as her tongue moved out to lick wetly at his flesh. He could feel wild 
sensations running through his body as the girl grasped his throbbing 
hardness between her fingers, drawing back the thickness of his foreskin in 
a teasing motion that brought a loud moan from his lips. She continued the 
gentle skinning back and forth over his ever hardening cock. "Feel good??" 
she inquired, still licking up and down the now glistening shaft. She pushed 
inward with her arms and spread his legs still wider as he stood before her. 
Her face was over his loins; now her hungry lips hovered closer and closer 
to the tip of his desire-maddened perns. 

She opened her lips and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath 
to flow over the cool tip with a maddening slowness. Just then there was a 
loud wail from Carolyn's apartment next door. Gordon's entire body responded 
to it, and he started to say something to Carolyn, but just then the tip of 
Carolyn's tongue circled the head of the smooth rubbery flesh of his cock 
and he groaned as she placed her other hand at the thick base of his penis 
where it speared upward from his sandy pubic hair. With a gurgle deep in his 
throat he reached down with his hands and tangled them in the young blonde's 
hair, and thrust his cock inward with the strength of a bull. The thick 
spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her moist lips, between the 
whiteness of her teeth and the moist saliva of her mouth. It ran the full 
length of her tongue and imbedded itself at the entrance of her throat. 

Next door, he could tell that someone was fucking... she had said that Guy 
was there ... maybe it was Guy with one of Carolyn's friends. Maybe this hot 
little number would take him over there later and he could fuck her, too! 

He temporarily forgot about Sharon and concentrated on the intense sensation 
of Carolyn's sensually ovalled lips as they moved in rhythmic undulations 
all around his tingling hard penis. 

"OOOOOoooooooh your mouth is like HEAVEN! Like fucking an angel! Tighten 
your lips and suck my prick harder!" he hissed suddenly. He could hear loud 
groans and cries from next door now, and the very lewdness of them spurred 
him on. Nothing like another broad to make you forget your troubles he 
thought briefly as the swirling heat in his body raged through his system. 
His voice was coarse and thick with passion as he began to command the young 
girl imperiously, instructing her as to just how he wanted it. Carolyn 
sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with a vengeance around and around 
the throbbing head, sliding in and out of her tightly ovalled lips. 

"You prick," she thought, "If you only knew who that was screwing next 
door." But she had set it up this way ... the perfect trap for his 
unsuspecting egotism. She sucked to end it now ... to end it soon, her head 
bobbing and bouncing up and down as she heard the mewling sounds of release 
that were coming from his throat. He bucked wildly against her, and suddenly 
he released his lewd white sperm in between her tightly surrounding lips, 
pumping it out until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white 
trails of blissful sensation that dribbled obscenely back, pouring over her 
chin. 

When it was over, Carolyn wiped her lips and looked pityingly up at Gordon. 
"Like it?" she asked. 

"Does the sun come up every morning?" he replied flippantly. 

"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrggggggggggg!" The unmistakable sounds of climax 
came in strangled detail from next door, and the wall fairly shook with the 
intense pounding of the brass bed against it. 

The young newspaperman's eyes lit up, as he replaced his damp cock. 

"Want to get in on it?" Carolyn asked, reading his mind.. 

"Sure," Gordon replied eagerly. "You bet!!" 

Chapter Eight 

"Kiss my pussy, darling!" Sharon had asked him a few moments before. Guy had 
only done this once before with his young friend Carolyn, and now he felt 
the heat of his passion rising again, as this exciting woman, his brother 
was married to asked him to do it again. He parted the softness of Sharon's 
hair-trimmed cunt lips with his thumbs and found his nostrils suddenly 
flaring from the soft, sensual odor that arose from her nakedly exposed 
pussy. Like an exotic flower from the jungle. 

He flicked his tongue outward and felt his excitedly trembling sister-in-law 
jerk and quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh 
exposed between the narrow thin slit of her vagina. He licked gently at the 
hardening little bud of her clitoris snuggled just above the side-stretched 
entrance to her warmly streaming cunt where it gave him a sudden sense of 
power as it brought further jerks from her milk-white body and greater 
groans sifted through her parted lips. 

Young Guy pressed his thumbs farther apart, pulling further open the 
glistening wet edges of the tender pink slit. His tongue traced a lewd path 
up and down the full tantalizing length of it, searching out all the hidden 
crevices up between Sharon's legs as though his life depended on it. He 
gradually warmed to his erotic task as he became more and more familiar with 
Sharon's tiny erogenous zones and he felt her breathing become more and more 
labored. She mewled and cried impatiently above him as he teased and thrust 
his tongue with greater and greater expertise. The young housewife's groans 
and twisting increased until he pressed his head farther forward and thrust 
his tongue lizard-like into the deep wet opening of her pussy. She gave a 
long mournful cry and began to rotate her soft thighs and love-hungry loins 
up against his head and face. 

Below, his stiffening cock hardened even more as he thrust it against the 
covers of the little blonde neighbor's big brass bed. The tingling sensation 
rose deep in his own belly as he drove his face into the warm fleshy cunt 
that ground upward with persistent wetness against him. He slid his hands 
down from between the older woman's thighs and cupped them under the 
smoothly rounded surfaces of her buttocks, beginning to nip gently with his 
teeth into the soft fleshy folds that surrounded the widening hole of her 
hair-fringed cunt. The idea that he, a 17 year old boy could give his older 
brother's wife such pleasure was vastly exciting to him. And his tongue 
slavered on and on in the seething moistness of her loins, increasing little 
by little its speed and depth until he had brought his lust-driven 
sister-in-law to the point of absolute subjugation to the whims of his 
ever-flicking tongue. The potent weed that they had both smoked had given 
them an unprecedented energy, and they had been indulging each other's 
sexual whims for a long, long while when Sharon heard a noise. Guy couldn't 
hear it because his head was so deeply imbedded in the wet slipperyness and 
ringing noises up between Sharon's beseeching white thighs. 

There was a small entrance way to Carolyn's one room apartment, and although 
it was not entirely visible from the bed, Sharon could have sworn that 
someone was standing there. She thought at first that it must be Carolyn, 
but then few 

IT WAS HER HUSBAND, GORDON! Gordon was blustering like a bull in the small 
room, his face contorted with hideous rage. He had been nothing at first but 
the nakedly writhing limbs of the girl on the bed, and between their 
spread-eagled yawning shapes, his baby brother's lewdly wagging head. The 
sight had made his so recently deflated cock spring briskly to life again, 
at the thought that within moments he might be fucking new pussy, indulging 
in the same raw pleasures as his precocious 17 year old brother was 
enjoying! 

But then he had moved further in, past the partition of the entranceway, and 
he had caught sight of Sharon's auburn hair. Disbelief had spared him, but 
for a brief second, but then he knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was 
she ... his own wife of only two months... being sucked off by his own 
younger brother! 

Sharon moved swiftly, the intoxication that she still felt from the powerful 
marijuana making her head feel clear and lucid. First, she must protect her 
lover ... and hurriedly, she brought him up beside her, just as he was 
realizing what was going on. Then she placed her nakedness before him as a 
shield for the young boy, and her naked breasts protruding rather proudly 
before her, her flame-red hair falling loosely like a lion's mane around her 
head and shoulders, she knelt and faced her betrayed husband. 

He was bawling obscenities, raging unintelligibly, coming at them with 
murder in his heart. But Sharon faced him bravely, ignoring her boyish 
lover's efforts to intervene. 

"He's my husband, still," she thought, "And I've got to face up to him!" 

"STOP!!!" she cried in such a weird horrid voice that Gordon paused a second 
on his terrible journey toward them. He stood poised just at the edge of the 
bed, glaring fiercely down at his voluptuously naked wife, kneeling there on 
the bed of her adultery. That second was just enough for Sharon and in it 
she interjected with all the venom that she could muster. "IT'S MY FAULT! 
GORDON, DO YOU HEAR ME??? I WENT TO HIM FOR LOVING AND HE GAVE IT TO ME ... 
AND YOU KNOW WHAT???? I LIKE IT!!!!! 

"YOU ... YOU ... WHORE!!!" Gordon blustered. 

"I don't care what you think of me anymore, Gordon, but I do know that if 
you want to take it out on someone, take it out on me... remember last 
night... Well, here ... do it to me again ... FUCK ME UP THE ASS GOOD ... 
COME ON FUCK MY ASS GOOD!!!!" 

Gordon stared flabbergasted as Sharon turned around on the bed, kneeling up 
and waving her flushed pink buttocks lewdly in front of her husband. Gordon 
paused for a second more, cursing viciously as he tried to figure out just 
what to do under the strange circumstances. She had thrown him completely 
off guard, and the events of the past few hours were reeling through his 
mind like an insane horror film in which he was the starring character. 

Suddenly, he began ripping off his clothes, and they scattered throughout 
the room. 

"NO ... !" Guy said, "No. Gordon, don't do it! You can't blame Sharon for 
anything!" But Sharon was leaning over him, kissing him on the lips so 
fiercely that he was forced to give up his speech. She clung to the young 
boy tenaciously, still presenting her shining smooth buttocks, with their 
obscenely spread crack down the middle, leading to the reddish-brown cunt 
hair below. 

When he saw his wife kissing his kid brother, Gordon exploded again. He was 
completely naked now and his heavily veined cock stood at attention, looking 
directly at the proffered mounds of Sharon's lewdly upthrust buttocks, he 
lunged forward against her, and directed his anger-engorged penis up between 
the soft fleshy cheeks of her exposed buttocks. He let his lust hardened 
cock slide against the puckered little opening that lay between the smooth 
tightly clenched crevice that separated his wife's creamy white nether 
cheeks and grunted with perverse pleasure as he felt his cock head slipping 
wetly and with some resistance at first, but nevertheless slipping into her 
rectum. 

"YEAH I'LL FUCK YOU THERE AGAIN!" he cried, "I'll fuck you there!!!" 

"AAAAAaaaaaafffffffoooooOOOOOHHHH!" Sharon fell forward against her 
husband's younger brother, but did not relinquish her kiss as she fondled 
his hard body and prayed that the pain would not be too much. It was a 
sacrificial gesture, she knew this full well, and one which she hoped would 
somehow placate her angry husband. 

"MAKE ME A CUCKOLD WITH MY OWN BROTHER WILL YOU??? TAKE THAT AND THAT AND 
THAT!!!" he screamed, letting his lustfully hard cock arch high up inside of 
Sharon's defenselessly presented rectum. 

But Sharon only clung that much tighter to her 17 year old lover, and 
through her pain began to implore him. "FUCK ME, GUY, FUCK ME AT THE SAME 
TIME ... THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I'LL BE ABLE TO STAND HAVING HIM TOUCH ME AT 
ALL!!!" 

Guy was only too happy to oblige her. Never had his young ears heard a more 
perverse cry, and his head whirled with the changes he was being put 
through. Quickly, he slid down beneath Sharon's kneeling body, feeling her 
being smashed against him with each forceful blow of his brother's cock into 
her wide-spread buttocks. He put his arms up and around her, feeling the 
trembling that the fierce nether fucking was causing her, and hearing her 
groans of pain. Energetically he pulled as hard as he could, catching his 
kneeling brother behind her slightly off balance so that he fell over and 
Sharon lay positioned on her side next to Guy. 

"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH..." Gordon growled, his big cock momentarily 
withdrawn from its tight niche in his wife's deep back channel. But he fit 
it back in again, lying on his side himself now, and realizing that he had 
to go on with it all, and had to see the game to the finish no matter what 
the consequences. Sharon lay sandwiched between the two men, hopelessly 
trapped between two extreme sensations. One the pain that burned in her 
vainly clenching rectum, and the other the new feeling of her reddish-brown 
cunt hairs being parted by the huge bulbous head of the teenager's thickly 
rampant penis. Guy lay facing her on his side, consoling her for the ravages 
she was enduring behind, as his cock slithered swiftly up into her openly 
waiting, pulsating cunt. He clasped her around the waist and his mouth 
automatically sought hers. Sharon cried out from the pure joy of his penis 
filling her aching, needing vagina. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDD!" she screamed. Sharon 
felt the bittersweet sensations swirling around inside of her. She felt 
literally as if she had been split into two halves. The one half receiving 
the masochistic rectal fucking that she deserved for her adultery, the other 
getting the loving reward she had known all along she deserved! She writhed 
in Guy's arms at one moment and at the next bucked fearfully back against 
the hotly advancing pole of her husband's relentless cock. 

Behind her, Gordon groaned, his anger and desire mounting with each powerful 
second. He visualized his pretty young wife again lolling in his brother's 
arms and even now enjoying his caresses while he was giving her the 
punishment that she deserved. The fucking adulterous little bitch! Yet, he 
felt an odd kind of respect for Sharon, a respect that he didn't even 
understand himself. But it translated itself into a furious desire for 
completion with his unfaithful bride's nakedly quivering body. Her buttocks 
were being ground and pummeled by bis loins as he thrust and skewered wetly 
up into the deep nether channel of his young wife. 

Sharon moaned in anguish, holding to Guy's neck for dear life. She had never 
felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual fucking she was 
getting from the two brothers. On the one side her anus was being 
ceaselessly filled... she was totally and obscenely impaled from both sides 
and she herself had requested it. She could feel her husband's loins 
pressing into her from behind as he strained himself forward, hooking his 
rock hard cock ever forward and upward between her trembling ass cheeks 
while in front, the hairy base of her boy-lover's cock spread her small pink 
cuntal lips so that they were open to their utmost width as he pressed 
persistently against the wide open slit of her pussy. Both of her delicate 
feminine openings were being filled from the front and from the rear and it 
occurred to her through the haze of her tumultuous mind-wandering, that she 
had never been so wanted... so desired, than at this very moment. Two men, 
and brothers at that, wanted her... were struggling for her, each in their 
own way, and she was receiving the throbbing hardness.. the lust-thickened 
maleness of each of them! 

Sharon's sensation-filled clitoris rubbed unmercifully against the wiry 
pubic hairs of the strong young boy in front of her, and gigantic waves of 
pain vibrated through every fibre of her body as she felt her husband's 
thick rubbery staff grind deeper and deeper into her already abused anus. 
But her brother-in-law's hands worked hungrily at her trembling breasts, and 
he muttered phrases of endearment to her, reminding her of their previous 
love-making, of the things that they had done and said to each other. 

"JESUS!!!!!" Gordon grunted behind her ... "I'M GONNA CUMMMM!!! FUCK BACK 
YOU HOT BITCH ... FUCK BACK!!!" 

Furiously, Sharon caught onto her teen-aged lover's hair, as deep in her 
tormented pussy a spark grew and doubled upon itself. Her head flung back, 
her long auburn hair covering Gordon's straining features behind her, mouth 
open and gaping, eyes rolling back in their sockets, she began to cum 
against the two of them as she felt their combined flood of semen each in a 
separate orifice of her sacrificed naked body. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH YYYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed 
urgently, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The two brothers, overwhelmed by 
her response, squeezed and fingered at Sharon's tender, sweat-slickened 
flesh, united in spite of their rivalry in a common bond of pure lust. 

The final orgasmic convulsions of the lewdly fucking trio were closely 
observed by the blonde teenaged neighbor Carolyn as she stood silently and 
unnoticed beside the bed. She had seen a lot in her 19 years, she realized, 
but nothing to quite rival the wild fucking scene that was taking place 
right there on her own bed. She wondered if she herself had somehow been the 
start of it all, since she had befriended Guy that fine day in the park, and 
things hadn't stopped happening since then! She had long since removed all 
of her clothing, highly aroused as she was by the lustfully gyrating 
brothers with their formerly prim captive. 

Carolyn's hands roamed down between her own thighs as she felt the definite 
signals from her golden pussy, begging for a release of some sort, to match 
the grappling that was taking place on the large brass bed. 

Four hands kneading at Sharon's trembling breasts at one point, then, four 
hands pulled at her quivering buttocks. Gordon flicked at her straining 
pussy from behind and the two brothers hands met more than one time on the 
slippery, passion-drenched flesh of the redhaired woman between them. 
Carolyn watched their climax build and build until she could hardly tell 
which was which; and she could hardly stand it anymore. How could Sharon 
take it!!? she wondered, as her fingers plied the softly seeping flesh 
between her nakedly trembling cunt hps. 

"OOOOOOOHHHH ... I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!" Gordon cried, at last, 
falling as though struck dead against his wife's pierced buttocks, the last 
of his white-hot semen . spreading up inside her burning rectum. His hairy 
balls smacked hard against the underside of those nether cheeks and with a 
last jerking tremble enervating him, he pressed tight against her. Exhausted 
and dazed, he let himself fall away from her heated nakedness. He needed to 
breathe, and he gasped hungrily for air, his lungs aching from the strain of 
his fucking. But a voice behind him said softly, "You're not getting away 
that easy, sweetie!" and he turned to see Carolyn climbing up onto the bed, 
a spark of desire consuming her big blue eyes as she reached for his now 
spent cock. 

Sharon sighed as she felt the relief that spread through her used and worn 
rectum as her husband's cock slipped out. Yet something about its exit made 
the slender softness of her cunt cling all the more to the teenager's cock, 
which lay in a half erect state high within its moistly throbbing confines. 
She ground her hips forward and jiggled against the boy's naked body and 
felt herself cumming again, this time in a different way... not so acute and 
powerful, but peacefully ... oh so blissfully!!" 

"GUY ... ! " she cried, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GUYYYYYYYYYYY!" 

When next the two lovers looked up it was to investigate the shaking and 
trembling of the bed beneath them. They were both completely surprised to 
see Carolyn and Gordon at the end of the bed, totally immersed in a 
contorted position, that it seemed they might have to be pried out of! 
Gordon's mouth was hungrily locked to Carolyn's streaming blonde pussy, and 
Carolyn's mouth was feverishly enclosing Gordon's thrusting cock. They lay 
curled on the bed at the foot, completely oblivious to anything but each 
other's lustfully pre-occupied genitals. It was an exciting show for Sharon 
as she watched her husband and the blonde girl writhe nakedly against each 
other, but she noticed it only seemed to increase her appetite for the 
slender teenaged boy there on the bed beside her. They liked each other and 
smiled as the duo before them on the bed changed positions, and Gordon began 
a wild fucking into the heated depths of the young blonde girl's willing 
pussy. Carolyn's legs locked tight around the young newspaper man's back as 
she cried lewdly out to him. 

"THAT'S IT!!! THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!! OOOOH ... OH ... OH ... OH!!!!!" 

It was only much later that Sharon and Guy playfully joined in with the 
other couple, and the foursome experimented far into the night with new 
positions and combinations of their forces. 

Sharon even found it pleasant to gently be sucked by the other woman, while 
the two brothers watched with lust-filled eyes, and then each of them, both 
she and her 19 year old neighbor had been stuffed to completion by first one 
brother's thick, hard cock, and then the other. Their naked bodies gave them 
surcease from the bitter personality struggles that would otherwise have 
encountered, and when finally it seemed to be the time to rest, they all 
felt curiously refreshed in spirit, if not in body. 

Gordon was the first to stand ... The two brothers shook hands and 
acknowledged each other in an entirely new light. Gordon searched out his 
clothing and then reached out his hand for Sharon. 

"Let's go home, darling..." he said tenderly. 

"I am home, Gordon," Sharon replied sweetly, "I'm going to stay here with 
Guy and Carolyn until Guy is ready to head west. And then, I am going with 
him! 

There was absolute silence in the room. Sharon had conferred with neither 
Guy nor Carolyn about her decision, in fact, she had made it up on the spur 
of the moment. Confident that it would be all right, and she knew that she 
and Guy would be happy wherever they were and whoever they were with! 

"But you're welcome to visit any time," Carolyn added trying to soften the 
blow. 

Stunned, Gordon put on his clothes and left the one room apartment without 
any further words. What had he done wrong? he wondered as he entered the 
bleak emptiness of his apartment next door. 

Chapter Nine 

Gordon felt himself starting to cream up between the strange girl's widely 
held thighs, directly into her flaring hot pussy. "GOD, SHE WAS GOOD CUNT!!" 

"OH HONEY OH HONEY OH HONEY!!" he cried, feeling her start to cum down 
heavily against him as he thrust in upward between her obscenely parted 
legs. They were standing against the wall at the back of the Dug Out bar, 
outside, and the summer night was dark around them. In the back of his mind, 
Gordon thought he might just like to get to know this girl better, but 
first, he thought as he felt the strength of his orgasm passing, first I'll 
have to get her to wear different clothes ... not so flashy. And then, her 
hair ... she couldn't keep on wearing it like that. 

The girl sensed that he was distracted and started to pull away from him 
slowly. 

"It was good," she said candidly, but already she wanted to get back to the 
bar. The guy she was with was acting kind of strange, and she didn't really 
feel like getting involved with more weirdoes. 

Gordon entered his apartment just as Carolyn was leaving hers with her new 
found boyfriend. 

"Hey, Carolyn, when you get back stop over to my house," Gordon called. 

"Sorry, lover," Carolyn cried, "Hot date tonight, but maybe tomorrow!" 

"Sure ... that's what you said yesterday!" he complained. 

"Yeah," Carolyn replied, taking her new friend by the arm, "But you never 
know ... sometime I might really come over. Why don't you find yourself a 
nice steady girl? I'm not really your type!" 

The 17 year old boy and the 24 year old woman stood happily in the frizzling 
rain at the entrance to the thruway. No one would have noticed the 
difference in their ages, because they were dressed almost exactly alike, in 
tight jeans and sweat shirts. But Sharon's full blown hips and nakedly 
thrusting breasts beneath her thin shirt were immediately apparent to the 
first car that stopped for them. The sign that they held read "Buffalo" in 
big printed letters, for that was their first stop as they headed west. They 
smiled at each other as tenderly as ever as the big Chrysler stopped, and 
the window whirred softly down on their side. It was air-conditioned inside, 
and a pretty redheaded woman smiled out at them in a charming manner. The 
man beside her at the wheel leaned over to invite them in. 

"Hop in, kids... we'll take you all the way ..." 

Sharon and Guy jumped in the back seat, lugging their backpacks in with 
them. The car started up again so quietly that they weren't really sure they 
were moving at all. 

"Do you kids drink or smoke?" the redhead asked. As she said this she passed 
back over her head a flask and two marijuana joints. "Harold and I like to 
journey slowly and comfortably. And we do hope that you are not in a hurry!" 
she purred. 

Guy and Sharon accepted both offers and could hardly contain their 
excitement at their good fortune. And from the way Sharon felt a certain 
well known tingle between her legs, she could tell that this was going to be 
a most leisurely journey indeed. 

"I think they want to fuck us," Guy said confidentially to the pretty 
companion with him, who was still his very own brother's wife. 

The car slipped easily through the rain headed toward Buffalo and points 
West. 

"Who wouldn't?" Sharon replied, "But then, look at them, don't we want to 
fuck them, too?" 


End
