The Wife's Brother
by Carole Wilson


FOREWORD 

It is not often that we have a chance to see ourselves as others see us. 
Authoress, Carol Wilson, who has created numerous words of undeniable 
pertinence and validity, has brought to life the full meaning of this maxim 
in the 2 characters of Bob and Mary Moore. ... who eventually have this 
dubious privilege fostered upon them by their in-laws. 

Young Mary Moore is particularly susceptible to the changes that take place 
in her handsome architect husband. Being a naturally shy and withdrawn 
person who has difficulty letting herself go, she is forced into an 
increasingly difficult relationship with her husband. Bob's own stresses are 
aggravated beyond measure by the antics of his wife's wealthy brother. 

The foibles of the very rich have already been superbly dealt with by F. 
Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby, and although Ed Tierra does not begin 
to approach Jay Gatsby's extravagance, he nonetheless represents a similar 
kind of challenge to Bob Moore. 

It is ironic that Bob discovers that this jaded man who just happens to be 
his brother-in-law is also a man of taste who can offer him the job of a 
lifetime. Miss Wilson's book is a moving and often memorable account of the 
agonies that this young couple must go through before they finally find a 
solution to their problems. Whether or not this solution is a fortunate one 
is left for the reader to decide. We think you will enjoy reading this book 
and will find it of highly informative value. 

-The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"This one looks like a hot little number! I wouldn't mind getting my hands 
on those babies...." 

"Ed, come on to bed ... that's the fourth time tonight that you've rifled 
through those pictures. Besides I thought you'd already picked out the 
girl!" 

Leslie Tierra sat up in bed, a cross expression on her face. Wisps of her 
long red hair fell forward into her big green eyes, and she brushed them 
back as she looked across the large bedroom to the desk where her husband 
was still sitting, a magnifying glass in his hand as he surveyed a stack of 
pictures carefully. 

"Yes...." he said impatiently, "That's the one I'm looking at!" The 
voluptuous young girl smiled back up at him from the photograph, and once 
more he felt his enormous cock growing stiff between his legs. Her 
shoulder-length hair shone in the studio lights, and the pale nudity of her 
softly curving body seemed to glisten as she happily performed the lewd task 
some photographer had asked of her. 

"She looks very familiar...." Ed thought. "Very familiar." 

The little entertainment he had planned for his guests the following night 
was bound to be a success. He smiled again and put the pictures away in the 
desk drawer. He was sweating a bit even though the air conditioner was on, 
but being a large man, he was used to it. He stood up and stretched, his 6 
feet 2 inches pajama clad figure making an imposing form in the elegant 
bedroom. 

"Mmmmmm" Leslie thought, noticing the enormous bulge in his pants as he 
strode toward her. "Ed's got himself all worked up again!" She flicked off 
the light beside the bed, and moved over closer to his side, ready to 
welcome him when he got into the bed. 

"What a night it's going to be!" Ed declared as he climbed in beside his 
wife. 

"Tonight darling? ... or tomorrow's dinner party?" Leslie asked, snuggling 
her lithe, voluptuous body up against his, making sure that she rubbed the 
softly wisping, hair-fringed mound nestled snugly between her tapering 
thighs against her husband's straining cock. 

"Both...." he replied, forcing his hardness against her willingly receiving 
vagina. 

A few miles away across the Golden Gate bridge, Bob Moore sat at the kitchen 
table of the houseboat he and his young wife, Mary, had just rented. He 
looked around at the snug interior of the cozy floating house and felt 
pleased. 

"What do you think...?" he asked Mary. 

The lovely brunette girl came close to him, her shorty nightgown stopped at 
the tops of her thighs, and when she stood beside her young husband, he 
could feel the softness of the sheer nylon material brushing against his 
arm. 

"I love it...." she said. Beneath their feet they could both feel the gentle 
pull of the waves, rocking the boat with an almost imperceptible motion: 
There was only one room, and the studio bed had already been pulled out, 
eating into much of the living space. Mary had made it up with new blue 
sheets, and she hoped that tonight Bob would be a little less preoccupied 
than usual. 

"Ready for bed?" she asked, entwining one long slender finger in the mass of 
his curly blonde hair. 

"Almost...." he replied. "I just want to work on a few ideas first...." 

"Oh, honey ... come on ... tomorrow's not a work day ... and besides, we're 
going to my brother's dinner party tomorrow night ... when you talk to him 
he may have something else for you to work on!" 

Bob felt a rise of anger. He wished she'd stop harping on her brother, and 
that damned party he'd agreed to go to! 

"Listen, honey, just because your brother's a big deal land speculator, it 
doesn't mean he's going to automatically give me some incredible project to 
do!" 

"Why not!?" Mary stood back from him. She just couldn't understand Bob 
sometimes. Her lower lips trembled as, feeling suddenly bold, she continued. 
"Why not? You're a brilliant architect ... and he's bound to need you!" 

Bob started to reply in a heated tone. Couldn't she get it into her head 
that there was such a thing as professional pride? But seeing the earnest 
expression on Mary's face, and realizing that they were on the brink of 
another humdinger of an argument, he decided to tone it down. He didn't want 
their first night in their home ... even if it was a tiny houseboat in 
Sausalito ... to be a complete fiasco. And for all he knew, Mary was right 
... He'd never met her older brother, but he supposed that it was possible 
for a man to be a land speculator and to also have some integrity and taste 
... as un-likely as that seemed to him. 

"Maybe you're right...." he said softly, reaching out to pull her to him. He 
grabbed her around the thighs, and heard her give a little squeal of 
surprise, as he squeezed hard. Turning the chair around a bit, he burrowed 
his face into the soft vee of her tiny belly, inhaling her flowery perfume. 
He let out a sigh, realizing that he was really just too tense ... had been 
for days, and more than likely Mary was getting tired of it. 

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, "You know I've been under so much pressure that 
I think I've forgotten how to relax!" 

Nothing had been going well. He had left the big firm he'd been working for 
in San Francisco when he decided he didn't want to go on designing 
multi-level concrete buildings that all looked the same ... and since then 
he had helped design two private houses in Marin county. Now the money was 
getting slim and he and Mary had moved from their more expensive apartment 
in the city to the cheaper, more romantic houseboat. 

"I guess things can't go any other way but up now!" he said, as he began to 
expertly massage the small of Mary's shapely back. 

"Oh, that feels so good ... ," Mary said. At last he was getting out of his 
sour mood. "And you'll see," she added, "you'll like Ed ... After all, he is 
my older brother ... and he's really nice!" She arched her back and then 
dropping down a little, she let the ripe mounds of her firm young breasts 
envelop his face. 

Mary felt a little faint, the way she always did when she was certain that 
Bob was going to make love to her. She didn't know quite why, but she always 
felt a little inferior to him ... it always seemed that he knew so much more 
about life than she. From the days when they had first met, when she was 
just out of school, working for the summer in a car rental agency ... and he 
was a full-fl-edged architect. She had been thrilled then, when he'd asked 
her to marry him, she hadn't been able to get over her good fortune. It was 
a hangover from her life at home, where the precocious, early successes of 
her much older brother, Ed, had overshadowed her life from an early age. 

"Mary will never amount to much!" she remembered hearing her mother say to 
her father one night years before. "Just make some man a good wife ... we 
hope!" 

And even when she had turned out to be exceptionally pretty and was sought 
after by all the young boys at school, Mary never fully believed in her own 
beauty. Even now, when Bob told her she was beautiful she tended to 
disbelieve him. 

"Come on...." Bob said. The close proximity of the deliciously wafting 
feminine odors of his half naked young wife were beginning to get to him. It 
had been a long time since they'd really made love, he realized, and what 
more perfect occasion than to break in their new bed. 

Wordlessly, Mary followed as Bob led her across the room to their bed. She 
felt shy and awkward, and a little frightened. After being married a whole 
year she still wasn't used to the fact that it was all right to make love. 
There still seemed to be something wicked about it ... something forbidden. 
She lay back on the bed, conscious of her blonde husband's gaze as he bent 
over her prone body. She found it difficult to look him in the eye because 
of the bold things she could read there. 

"Bob, don't look at me like that!" she cried. 

"Why not?" he asked. "I'll look at you any way I want ... you're my wife, 
aren't you?" He continued to study her fragile features, the pert pose that 
always amused him, her full soft lips ... the creaminess of her complexion. 
His eyes swept down from her face to her shoulders, where the spaghetti 
straps of Mary's powder blue nightgown slipped down on either side, 
revealing a wide expanse of flesh down to the deep shadowy indentation 
between her full breasts. Beneath the transparency of her gown, he could 
make out the complete outline of her body, from the full brown tips of her 
breasts, about the size of half dollars, to the splendid curve of her hips 
and thighs. Once more he thought how perfect her body was. Never had he seen 
a woman more beautiful than she! He reproached himself mentally for not 
making love to her more often, while continuing to stare at the sheerly 
gowned package of femininity below him. He realized that she was blushing 
and becoming self-conscious during his long silence but he decided he would 
explore every crevice of her body if he liked before finally taking her, no 
matter how much she protested. Kneeling beside her, he slipped his hands 
beneath her nightgown, letting his fingers slide upward along the silken 
surface of her gently rounded belly, until he reached the round orbs of her 
firm white breasts. He clutched onto them, marveling at the feel of her 
large silken breasts in his hands, weighing them as though he were about to 
sell them on the open market, feeling their softness in his hands and 
twiddling the thick rubber-like nipples until they became hard and stiff. 

"Oh!" Beneath him, Mary squirmed and wriggled almost as though she wanted to 
get away from him. But the acute sensations emanating from her tingling 
excited breasts were making her feel like anything but getting away! His 
lips came down to meet hers, and once more, she savored the wonderful taste 
of his mouth. His lips were hard and thin, and yet, he seemed to make them 
do incredible things when he kissed her. His tongue snaked forward, parting 
her full red lips, meeting her own tongue inside and moving wetly within the 
confines of her mouth. 

Still his hands continued their steady kneading at her quiveringly taut 
breasts, and the combination of sensations made Mary arch her back upward 
... Bob pressed down on her with his hard torso, finally removing his hands, 
to replace them with the hardness of his chest. He slipped his hands behind 
her back and pressed her down into the mattress. 

"OH, BOB!" she said into his mouth. "OH!" 

His lips were running over her face, trailing wet lines of saliva across her 
cheeks, sliding back to her ear, down her neck and across her throat, while 
she whimpered helplessly, becoming caught up in a devastating wave of 
desire. He seemed to be all over her at once, and she found it difficult to 
breath. Her gown was crumpled softly around her waist, as she felt his 
weight lift up from her ... and even though her eyes were closed, she could 
tell that he was taking off his pajamas. A violent thrill ran through her, 
as his hands returned to her. She lay there before him, all of her exposed, 
her long shapely legs slightly parted, as submissive as a human sacrifice. 
He tugged upward on her nightgown, and she lifted her arms up and felt it 
being whisked from her head. 

"Beautiful...." he was saying to her softly. "You're beautiful...." 

She could feel a tightness in her loins ... the tenseness of anticipation. 
It seemed that her thighs were trembling slightly, as a certain dampness 
expanded from the hair fringe of the vee between her legs. Bob's fingers 
were traveling upward on her knee now, and she bit hard on her lower lip, as 
she realized that any second he would be nearing the downy nestling pussy 
that she harbored tightly between her thighs. Nervously, she groaned and 
pushed the full roundness of her buttocks hard into the mattress, awaiting 
the moment when his fingers would reach her moistening vaginal slit. 

"Oh, God...." she thought. "It's been too long...." It had been weeks, two 
to be exact, since he'd made love to her, and now she could feel the 
accumulative effects of desire making her feel weak and soft inside. She 
felt the vulnerable area of her raven-haired pussy quivering as he smoothed 
along the skin of her upper thighs. HE WAS TAKING SO LONG! 

She began to moan and tremble all over with excitement. He was almost there! 
Suddenly his thick fingers brushed the mound of her pussy, and she thought 
she would melt into the bed. 

"OH. .!" Mary sighed and let the acute sensations of pleasure roll over her 
... and as Bob's lips nibbled once more at her and she felt his weight 
crushing down on her breasts again, she parted her trembling legs ever so 
slightly and at the same moment, Bob's middle finger slipped into the soft 
hair-fringed folds and crevices of her openly throbbing pussy. Bob grunted 
into her mouth as he felt how wet she was, and let the tip of his finger 
slide slowly along his young wife's wide open inner ridges within the shaDow 
nakedness of her baby tight pussy. The short fleecy curls tickled his 
invading fingers as he parted them with slow strokes, creating a burning 
friction within Mary's moistly seeping pussy that made her cry out with 
pleasure. 

"You're so nice and wet...." he growled into her ear, as he continued to let 
his thick middle finger plow among the soft pulsing folds of her openly 
presented cunt. A sweet pleasure expanded within Mary's softly responding 
pussy as she felt the almost obscene thrill of his finger, exciting the 
secret depths of her virgin-like pussy. 

"Oooooooooohhh ... ooooohhhhh, yes...." she crooned. 

* * * 

Leslie Tierra looked up at her husband. She could hardly make out his 
features in the darkened room, but from what she could see, she could tell 
that he was having another fantasy. Long ago, she had resigned herself to 
the fact that her wealthy husband would never be satisfied with just one 
woman, even though she knew that he loved her. She considered herself lucky 
to be let in on most of his escapades, and at rimes she herself was a 
participant. In exchange for her liberal mindedness she enjoyed a large 
measure of freedom that she had come to enjoy more and more. There is no 
denying it, she thought, it's a good life I've got with Ed, and even if he 
is thinking about the hot little bitch he's hired for tomorrow night ... I'm 
getting all the benefits! She reached up for him, and crushed him down tight 
to her, running her hands all over his back, eagerly exploring him as though 
she had never felt his naked body before. She could feel his big hard cock 
resting against her softly spread thighs, and now as she separated her legs, 
it pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her welcoming pussy. 

"MMMMmmmmmm!!" Leslie lifted herself up a bit, so that her husband's thick 
throbbing penis gained even greater contact with the wet sensitivity of her 
inner flesh. She fell back with a little groan as it pulsed gently, the full 
length of it pressed and sandwiched between her moist, waiting cuntal lips. 

Ed let his hands circle under his wife's alternately tensing and relaxing 
body. "Christ, she feels good!" he thought. He was never disappointed by her 
wonderful body techniques, and once more, he felt himself letting loose, 
preparing to dream any dream he liked while making love to the charming 
woman he'd married some ten years before. 

"BIG MAN!" she groaned, squirming her loins up against his enlarged lust 
hardened penis so that he would know just what she was talking about. She 
pushed her lips firmly against his, writhing the flatness of her belly so 
close to his that Ed thought surely it must be hurting her. Her finger nails 
were skimming along his back as he pushed his hands far down, cupping the 
full loaves of her creamy white buttocks in his palms. He could feel his big 
cock twitching in the narrow furrow of her seeping cunt, as he felt the 
cushiony mounds of her nether cheeks, cool and soft in his hands. Someone 
had told him once that if a woman's ass was cold, it meant she was happy ... 
some Italian he'd met in a bar one night had told him it was an old Italian 
proverb. If that was true, he thought, his wife, Leslie was one happy woman 
right at that moment. Pulling slightly on either side, he spread her buttock 
cheeks wide, moving their fullness so that the entire area of her excited, 
hair-lined cunt was opened up and flattened still closer against him. He 
thought he heard Leslie growl a little as he started a slow up and down 
movement, letting the hardness of his engorged prick move up and down in the 
temptingly widespread split, feeling the moisture seeping moment by moment 
from the highly aroused channel of her tautly clenching vagina. The sound 
made him think of the performance he had planned for the male members of his 
dinner party the following night, and his mind turned to the image of the 
little dark haired girl whose picture was in his desk drawer. 

Beneath him, Leslie's buttocks were beginning a desperate rotation up 
against his loins, and her mouth encouraged his to deeper and longer kisses. 
She had become the little brunette now, and it was that foxy little girl who 
now snaked her legs out wide on either side of his body, locking her high 
calves with surprising strength up against the back of his thighs, forcing 
him down further on her! 

"Fuck me, lover ... why don't you fuck me!" 

Leslie moaned into his mouth, But it wasn't Leslie ... it was the girl in 
the photo ... he had even forgotten her name ... but that face and that body 
... he would never forget! He could not hold back another second. Groaning 
above her, he reached down between their closely pressed bodies and grabbed 
hold of the pulsing hardness of his cock feeling her pulling herself up so 
that she could guide the thick rock hard cudgel between the separated lips 
of her lust-filled cunt. The soft red hair of her pulsing vagina parted 
widely as the blood-filled head pushed slowly forward, grazing up and down 
against her tormented straining pussy. 

"MMMMmmmmmm!!" Leslie lifted herself up a bit, so that her husband's thick 
throbbing penis gained even greater contact with the wet sensitivity of her 
inner flesh. She fell back with a little groan as it pulsed gently, the full 
length of it pressed and sandwiched between her moist, waiting cuntal lips. 

Ed let his hands circle under his wife's alternately tensing and relaxing 
body. "Christ, she feels good!" he thought. He was never disappointed by her 
wonderful body techniques, and once more, he felt himself letting loose, 
preparing to dream any dream he liked while making love to the charming 
woman he'd married some ten years before. 

"BIG MAN!" she groaned, squirming her loins up against his enlarged lust 
hardened penis so that he would know just what she was talking about. She 
pushed her lips firmly against his, writhing the flatness of her belly so 
close to his that Ed thought surely it must be hurting her. Her finger nails 
were skimming along his back as he pushed his hands far down, cupping the 
full loaves of her creamy white buttocks in his palms. He could feel his big 
cock twitching in the narrow furrow of her seeping cunt, as he felt the 
cushiony mounds of her nether cheeks, cool and soft in his hands. Someone 
had told him once that if a woman's ass was cold, it meant she was happy ... 
some Italian he'd met in a bar one night had told him it was an old Italian 
proverb. If that was true, he thought, his wife, Leslie was one happy woman 
right at that moment. Pulling slightly on either side, he spread her buttock 
cheeks wide, moving their fullness so that the entire area of her excited, 
hair-lined cunt was opened up and flattened still closer against him. He 
thought he heard Leslie growl a little as he started a slow up and down 
movement, letting the hardness of his engorged prick move up and down in the 
temptingly widespread split, feeling the moisture seeping moment by moment 
from the highly aroused channel of her tautly clenching vagina. The sound 
made him think of the performance he had planned for the male members of his 
dinner party the following night, and his mind turned to the image of the 
little dark haired girl whose picture was in his desk drawer. 

Beneath him, Leslie's buttocks were beginning a desperate rotation up 
against his loins, and her mouth encouraged his to deeper and longer kisses. 
She had become the little brunette now, and it was that foxy little girl who 
now snaked her legs out wide on either side of his body, locking her high 
calves with surprising strength up against the back of his thighs, forcing 
him down further on her! 

"Fuck me, lover ... why don't you fuck me!" 

Leslie moaned into his mouth, But it wasn't Leslie ... it was the girl in 
the photo ... he had even forgotten her name ... but that face and that body 
... he would never forget! He could not hold back another second. Groaning 
above her, he reached down between their closely pressed bodies and grabbed 
hold of the pulsing hardness of his cock feeling her pulling herself up so 
that she could guide the thick rock hard cudgel between the separated lips 
of her lust-filled cunt. The soft red hair of her pulsing vagina parted 
widely as the blood-filled head pushed slowly forward, grazing up and down 
against her tormented straining pussy. 

"NOW!" She urged, and Ed flicked his hips forward with a cruel thrust that 
he hoped would spear that little girl in the picture good and hard on his 
lust bloated cock. He drove it into her with a fresh splitting lunge that 
made her cry out beneath him. The warm sheath of her willingly open cunt 
slipped wetly over his naked sensitive cock, and he heard her moan again as 
her tightly clasping vaginal muscles closed around him. He let his long 
thick cock slide up into the full depths of his wife's straining belly, 
feeling the walls of her cunt warm and tight giving way around his advancing 
prick, letting the length of his stiff cock ease into the wetness of her 
welcoming inner passage. 

"It's gonna be a good fuck!" he thought. 

"OOOOOOHHHHH!" she groaned out beneath him, her whole body becoming rigid as 
his big cock reached the farthest point of her daring vaginal passage, his 
full testicles slapping hard into the widespread crevice of the widespread 
cheeks of her upturned buttocks. She twisted a little to the side, and he 
thrust again, harder this time, to strike that high spot once more ... the 
sensitive tip of her defenseless vagina. She jumped again, and let loose a 
low howl of mixed pain and pleasure and then lay still a second, as though 
she had been impaled by a deadly instrument. 

Ed felt the flush of his entry sweep over him in a wave of male chauvinism. 
How good it felt to fuck a cunt this way ... to feel her lying there 
submissive and helpless beneath him! God ... fucking cunts was just about 
all there really was to life ... and he for one intended to get as many as 
he could before it was all over! 

Leslie lay happily stunned by the enormous pleasure her husband's driving 
cock had given her, just by entering her with such force. She let herself 
become more passive than she might ordinarily have been, sensing intuitively 
that this was what Ed wanted at the moment. She was a young girl again ... 
defenselessly being fucked by this older man. She whimpered a little and 
felt him flick the head of his prick inside her, creating another swell of 
pleasure inside her that brought another low moan from between her clenched 
teeth. 

"I'm going to fuck you good!" Bob looked down at Mary, letting his cock 
remain poised at the entrance of her warm dark pussy. "Did you like it with 
my finger ... do you like finger fucking?" 

Mary remained silent, a feeling of intense mortification overtaking her. She 
wished he wouldn't say such things ... or use such awful language!! ... that 
he would just make love to her without "these added charades. He seemed to 
enjoy asking her embarrasing questions about what she was feeling or about 
what they were doing ... and she certainly preferred not to have to think 
about such matters. He also knew that she preferred making love with the 
lights out but always insisted on having them on. 

"I like to see you...." he told her. And now, he was going to insist upon 
using those words ... on talking about what they were doing! When all she 
really wanted was.... 

Suddenly his big thick cock was ramming forward into her, teasing the 
entrance of her small, hidden, almost virginal vagina as it pushed steadily 
forward. She screamed, alarmed by his sudden entry ... as though he were 
angry with her. opening her eyes wide as she felt the girth of his hard 
advancing prick filling her. The sensitive flesh of her cunt seemed to move 
in ridges before the ever advancing pole of his throbbing cock. Her white 
shapely thighs spread further still by the pressure of his loins, she could 
feel their tendons stretching as a shaft of pain filled her wetly clinging 
pussy with each advancing centimeter of Bob's upward surging cock. 

"BOB BOB ... NO ... NOT SO FAST!!! YOU'RE SO BIG TONIGHT!" But it was too 
late for Bob to stop now. It felt too good! He surged forward, feeling the 
sweat break out all over his muscular body as Mary's taut cuntal muscles 
squeezed against the outside of his blood swollen cock. The head was 
advancing with deliberate intensity dredging forward, exploring the 
tremulous depths of his young 19 year old wife's fearfully cringing pussy. 
He was going to make her forget her silly inhibitions this time ... he 
decided, as he felt his cock driving higher still, and surging upward toward 
the end of her cunt. 

With a grunt he fell against her, feeling Mary tremble from the sheer force 
of the impact of his thickly impaling cock, swelling within her clenching 
pussy. 

"BOB!" she gasped, but he immediately withdrew his cock, pulling it only 
halfway out however, before sliding it into her again, without giving her a 
chance to catch her breath Grabbing hold of her quivering thighs, he pulled 
them apart with each hand, holding onto the firm fleshed columns from 
underneath so that he could manipulate her legs with each thrust, while 
beneath them the watery waves of the bay licked at the bottom of the little 
houseboat adding an extra rhythm to the regular pounding that Bob began 
against Mary's quivering upthrust buttocks. With each blow, her tight thin 
lipped cuntal sheath opened up just a bit more, and Bob could feel it 
getting wetter and wetter inside seeping around the taut shaft of his 
throbbing prick, even though she continued to protest his rough treatment. 

"It ... It's too bad...." he thought with a sudden hardness, "Tonight I 
really want a fuck and that's all!" 

Mary could feel tears of bitterness welling up inside her. It had been long 
enough since he had made love to her, and now this brutal treatment. Who did 
he think she was anyway?! He was pushing her legs back so far that she was 
almost bent in two ... almost as if he wanted to punish her for something! A 
drop of his sweat fell onto her face from his chest as he rose and fell 
above her pushing her entire body inches forward on the bed with each 
thrust. 

"OPEN UP!" he cried, his eyes glazed with lust. "OPEN UP MORE!" 

Ed ground his pelvis further down into Leslie's squirming flesh, as she 
squirmed upward to meet him, working her loins so that his tautly plunging 
cock sunk to the hilt inside her hungrily clasping red-haired cunt. She 
began to moan ceaselessly, her beautiful tapered legs scissoring in and out 
as her mouth gaped open wide and her head began to flail from side to side 
on the big double bed. "Oh, ED ... ED! OH' IT'S GOOD ... SOOO GOOOD!" she 
began to cry. "More ... MORE!" 

Ed reached beneath his wife's jiggling white buttocks, visualizing the 
little dark haired girl. Boy he was really giving it to her good ... He was 
really giving her a royal screw! He drove his lust swollen cock rhythmically 
into the slippery depths of her warmly receiving cunt, listening to the wet 
noises that expanded into the room about them. Stretching the crevice of her 
tender buttocks as wide as possible without missing a stroke, he slid the 
tip of his middle finger inside, searching for the puckered entrance of her 
anus. 

Finding it, he ran his finger around the tight little rim, lubricating it 
with the moisture from her drenched pussy that ran down into the widespread 
crack with each of his powerful thrusts into her. He pushed hard against it, 
and felt the tight elastic ring give with each little stroke. Then suddenly 
it gave way, and his finger slid forward into the dry interior, feeling the 
tightness of Leslie's nether sphincter close vigorously around it. His 
finger slid forward to the first joint with a small popping sound, and 
Leslie almost jumped two inches off the bed with the startling pain. 

"ED! It hurts!!!" 

Ed answered with another thrust and a flick forward of his hips that sent 
the two contradictory sensations speeding through Leslie's nervous system. 
Pain and pleasure mixed and she found herself grinding her buttocks back to 
meet his thrusting finger. It had sunk in so deep now that the palm of his 
hand was flat against her buttocks, and Ed could feel his big pulsing cock 
growing and expanding inside her tight pussy, made still tighter by the 
pressure of his finger inside the clinging wall of Leslie's rectum. He 
thought he would burst apart any second from the intense pleasure he was 
getting as his ramming prick continued it's lustful journey and his finger 
jiggled mercilessly upward inside her tightly constricted anus. His 
testicles were slapping heavily against her exposed behind and he knew it 
wouldn't be much longer before he would fill her with everything he had! 
That pert little face surrounded by dark wavy curls that he'd seen in the 
photo on his desk replaced his redheaded wife's as he began long smooth 
strokes inside her, timing them to the motion of his finger that was rammed 
high inside her warm brown asshole. She was riding along with him, giving as 
good as she was getting, answering his every motion as they neared 
completion. She cooed and gurgled beneath him, lost in the fire that was 
consuming them both, receiving his merciless fucking with delight and 
returning his thrusts by upthrusts of her own, until they were jostling and 
bouncing on the bed in a mindless tumble, "oooohhhhh, fuck it ... get it!!" 
she chanted beneath him, suddenly beginning to pour forth a torrent of 
cursewords. "RIGHT THERE!!! THERE!! HARDER! HARDER!" Her eyes were rolling 
back in their sockets as her face became an almost unrecognizable mask of 
lust, her upraised crotch received Ed's buffeting loins with stoicism, 
begging for the hard jolts that sent her into another world of ecstasy. Her 
legs were jackknifed back tight against her large nippled breasts, so that 
he had the complete benefit of her widespread pussy and her skewered anal 
passage. She let out the low wail of a cornered animal as she offered her 
most intimate parts to him to use as he wanted. 

"Oh ... do it to me ... do it to meeeeeeeee!" she cried. 

"I'M CUMMING!" Ed coughed suddenly, spurred on by his wife's words. The 
young girl beneath him was cumming too, just as he had known she would, and 
still her lovely face hung before his mind's eye as if in a dream ... she 
looked so familiar ... so beautiful ... young, fresh ... that good little 
pussy just waiting for his cock...."FUCKING YOU!" he cried suddenly, "I'M 
FUCKING YOUR LITTLE PUSSY FILLING IT UPPPPPP!" Below, she was mumbling 
incoherently as he felt his sperm racing forward along the length of his 
tormented cock. His hammering cock was being besieged by a million pinpoints 
of pleasure, and it was building higher and higher into a stormy explosion. 
Their two bodies panted together and bucked upward in a final series of 
spasms that made them a mass of arms and legs, wet clinging mouths and 
streaming orifices, around it. His finger slid forward to the first joint 
with a small popping sound, and Leslie almost jumped two inches off ceiling. 
She had been blasted into a wonderful world by her husband's powerful 
fucking, and her orgasm was setting her mind to spinning, her frazzled nerve 
endings to twitching as over and over again she was racked with delicious 
sensations that emanated from her quiveringly excited pussy. Nostrils 
flaring, she hooked her heels onto Ed's still bucking back until both of 
them came to a shivering halt. After a few seconds as if by prearranged 
signal, they both collapsed on the bed. Ed's cock lying still high up inside 
Leslie's still trembling pussy. 

Ed's panting mouth lay near her ear, and Leslie began to come again. "God," 
she thought, "whoever he was thinking about ... she surely was a lulu!" She 
smiled to herself and squeezed her cuntal muscles slightly, feeling a 
wonderful renewal of her orgasm and saying "thank you" to Ed's deflated but 
still thickly pulsing cock. 

"What a hot little cunt you are, baby...." Ed murmured into his trembling 
wife's ear. He was wondering if he could get a crack at the girl after the 
show. He was almost sure he could ... probably it would just be a matter of 
money ... or charm, or both ... and he was prepared to expend as much of 
either as would be necessary. 

Leslie smiled as he rolled a little to the side and she felt his cock 
slipping wetly out of her satiated, tingling vagina. 

"Thank you, darling," she said, already half asleep. 

Bob's buttocks hollowed and flexed as he drove himself hard into Mary's 
loins. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his body, but her hands were 
pawing at his back. Beyond trying to give her pleasure, Bob had given up, 
and was now in a race with himself to the finish. If only he could get her 
to admit that she was a real woman at last and no longer a little girl. It 
made him mad that she was still trying to get him to stop, and he let his 
giant cock spear down into her tight wet pussy like the piston of a well 
oiled machine, bringing himself indescribable joy, but creating nothing but 
pain within the unused depths of Mary's abused pussy. 

He could see that Mary was crying in earnest now, but he was almost there. 
It would all be over shortly and she could roll over and go to sleep. Bob's 
hand ground down hard into her soft defenseless breasts as he suddenly 
stiffened out. Mary could feel his already bloated cock grow even harder 
inside her and she screamed out in anger and pain. Then there was a gush of 
wetness inside her and she could feel Bob's rock hard penis spurting inside 
her with big splashes that filled her tightly resisting pussy. He was 
grunting like a madman above her, and as she looked at him with horror she 
could hardly recognize the man she married. He had always been so gentle 
with her before, so good and understanding except for his occasional lapse 
into obscene language. 

Bob arched his back and let his climaxing cock strike savagely against her 
tight defenseless pussy. Beneath him, Mary closed her eyes tightly to blot 
out the awful image of her husband's lewdly distorted features. Briefly, she 
wondered what she had done to deserve such treatment, and the only thing she 
could think of was that Bob was angry with her for forcing him to go to her 
brother Ed's dinner party the following night. It wasn't fair, she thought, 
it just wasn't fair! 

"Fuck back ... fuck back!" he cried as Bob fucked into the expanding power 
of his orgasm. It was almost as if some divine power had taken hold of him 
as his head snapped back and he ground down hard into his wife's exposed 
pussy. It tore through him like lightning, and he felt spasm after spasm 
rush through him, shaking his entire body with overwhelming pleasure. His 
tingling balls throbbed hotly as he finally came to a grinding halt, feeling 
a strange letdown after his initial pleasure. Mary's sobs came to his ears 
as he lay panting on top of her small helpless body. 

"Oh, shut up!" he cried. "Just shut up!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

There was a soft tinkle of music coming from the inside of the house as Bob 
and Mary drove up to the big mansion. 

"Wow!" Bob thought to himself, "What a pad!" He felt instantly resentful on 
seeing it however, even thought he had promised himself not to. He'd already 
gotten himself into enough hot water the night before. Mary hadn't said more 
than two words to him all day, and the ride to her brother's dinner party 
had been made in almost complete silence. He had tried everything to get her 
to forgive him for the previous night's transgression including bringing her 
a present of a little statue of an Egyptian princess, who resembled Mary to 
a tee. But nothing helped ease the frosty cold shoulder she continued to 
give him, and he had begun to feel that he had really gone too far ... 
perhaps she would never get over it! 

He knew that he had been silly refusing to meet her wealthy older brother 
for the several months that the man had been newly located in the Bay area 
... but the whole thing had smacked of everything he was against ... and the 
idea that Mary couldn't understand that he wanted to make it on his own 
really irked him! Now, however, there was no getting out of it, and their 
financial position wasn't such that he could afford to refuse anything Ed 
TieFra might offer him. Assuming he was offering! 

Bob felt slightly uncomfortable in the formal suit he was wearing, but his 
image in the mirror before he left the houseboat told him that he looked 
good. In spite of himself, he was looking forward to the evening, ... and to 
showing Mary that he could handle himself in such company. 

An attendant stepped out and Bob realized that he was going to park the car 
for him. He let Mary out first, and as Bob walked around to the other side 
of the car, he couldn't help noticing how the young man was looking at his 
wife. He had suggested that Mary wear a dress with a little higher neckline 
... the one she had chosen to wear was almost indecent! He didn't mind 
seeing them on other men's wives but he thought that Mary was to wear what 
he thought of as femme fatale clothes. Now that he saw the attendant looking 
directly down into the astoundingly evident cleavage of Mary's breasts, he 
felt distinctly annoyed. Then just as he reached them, he was astonished to 
see Mary flash one of her bright, encouraging smiles at the young man. He 
could feel himself getting hot under the collar. She was obviously doing it 
on purpose ... just to annoy him! But he resolved not to say anything about 
it, and tight lipped, he took Mary's arm and escorted her up the stairs 
"Mary!!" Bob saw a tall corpulent man rushing forward to greet them. Mary 
squealed and the man he assumed was Ed Tierra swept her up in his arms and 
gave her a big bear hug and kiss. Bob stood by and glanced nervously into 
the big room. There was a thin blue haze of cigarette smoke floating over 
the small gathering of people. There were to be twelve in all for dinner, 
and most of the others had already arrived. Bob could tell just by glancing 
at them that they were all from the cream of San Francisco society, and he 
was just about to adjust his black bow tie, when Ed Tierra turned to him. 

"So here's the long lost husband!" Ed said, beaming, one arm still flung 
around Mary's shoulders. "Hope you've been taking good care of my baby 
sister ... from the looks of her you have! God, you look terrific Mary ... 
guess you're not a little girl anymore!" 

Bob shifted uncomfortably ... none of this required any real answer from 
him, but he found himself chuckling and chortling as though his wife's 
brother had actually said something witty, and as he did, he hated himself 
for it. It was all starting off wrong, and he could feel Mary's dark eyes on 
him, appraising him, accusing him ... of not really taking good care of her 
at all ... for one thing, there was last night. The image of her firmly 
jiggling white buttocks widely separated below his big thrusting cock as it 
speared her thin futily resisting vaginal lips still hung in his mind like a 
dream and he couldn't believe that he'd really done it to her that way. 

The piano music was coming from the large living room, and now Bob could 
tell that there was a small combo playing softly for the dinner guests. 

"Well, come along in...." Ed was saying, "let's introduce you around. So, 
you're an architect, Bob ... Mary tells me you're a brilliant one too ... 
we'll have to discuss that later on...." He was propelling them toward the 
ornately decorated room, where several heads were already turning curiously 
in their direction. There was no time to think of anything, and Bob found 
himself shaking first this hand, then another, as the elegant guests were 
introduced. He was conscious of the fact that Mary seemed to be basking in 
the limelight of her brother's house, and he had to admit that she looked 
absolutely beautiful in the creamy beige dress that set off her dark good 
looks to perfection. He felt a pang of loneliness stab him as he realized 
that she wasn't really with him. She was still angry, even though she was 
talking to him now ... it was only a show for the company. 

And then he was looking at one of the most wonderful looking women he had 
ever seen. She was smiling at him and coming toward him, and then she 
brushed past, and managed to kiss Mary on the cheek while still looking 
directly at him. 

"My wife, Leslie...." Ed said proudly. 

"I'm so glad Mary has finally brought you to see us...." Leslie said. Bob 
felt himself blushing under the slightly older woman's frank gaze. Christ, 
he thought, she's got green eyes ... and that red hair of hers didn't come 
out of any bottle! 

Leslie appraised the young couple in front of her, noting that her husband 
Ed was drifting away to talk to Morton McDonough, a business associate of 
his. She heard the two men laughing as they walked away and she surmised 
that they were talking about the entertainment planned for later that 
evening. 

My, she thought, looking up at Bob, you're a handsome one ... little Mary 
didn't do so badly after all! 

"I suppose we're in-laws!" she said aloud. "I've never been a sister-in-law 
before ... but I'm sure it's going to be a wonderful experience!" 

Mary laughed, and the two women launched into a discussion about Mary's 
dress, where she had bought it, etc. But Bob found that his face was still 
flushed from Leslie's words, and he couldn't help noticing that she had 
freckles sprinkled charmingly across the creamy roundness of her breasts, 
the tops of which he could quite clearly see through a light hazy covering 
of green chiffon. 

He felt suddenly excited by the whole evening in a way he hadn't 
anticipated. He knew certainly that women like Leslie Tierra existed, but to 
be actually face to face with one ... and what was more, related to one, Was 
another story entirely. He began to forget about Mary's attitude, and to 
concentrate a little more on what he had to admit was a fascinating 
gathering. 

Trays of drinks were circulating through the room, and Bob chose a martini 
first, and then shortly afterward he stopped a waiter and took another. The 
cool liquid hit just the right spot in his throat and belly, and he found 
himself warming to the whole prospect of talking business with his wealthy 
brother-in-law. He could see him from a distance moving easily among the 
ladies, charming them with a word or two, then moving on to the men whom he 
treated with equal flair. Bob could tell by the way the men responded to him 
that they were all very pleased to have been invited to the party and to be 
in the company of Ed Tierra and his wife, Leslie. He had willingly let Mary 
drift further and further away from him, glad of the opportunity to be on 
his own for a while. He was standing by the fireplace, his drink in his hand 
watching everything with good humor. when he noted that Mary and her brother 
were deep in conversation at the far end of the room where the musicians 
were playing. For a moment he toyed with the idea that she might be 
complaining to him about the way he had treated her last night. But then he 
remembered that Mary and her older brother had never been all that close, 
there being such a wide distance in their ages, that Ed was full grown and 
already into heavy business deals while Mary was still a child. And yet, Bob 
knew how much Mary looked up to the older man, respecting him in a way that 
sometimes made Bob a little uneasy ... it was a lot to have to live up to! 

He picked another martini from a passing tray and all this was running 
through his mind as he took a healthy swig from the delicate glass, humming 
the tune that the musicians were playing and feeling the gentle buzz he was 
getting from the alcohol fill him with a sense of anticipation. Something 
interesting was certain to happen before the night was through. Just as he 
was thinking this, he sensed a presence directly behind him and at the same 
time he got a whiff of a deliciously spicy perfume. He whirled about to see 
Leslie standing there looking at him, her eyes glinting in such a way that 
he was certain she was mocking him, but her lips smiling in such a friendly 
manner that Bob decided he must be mistaken about the look in her eyes. Her 
soft red hair fell gently to her shoulders, caressing the creamy smoothness 
of her skin. Her chiffon scarf had fallen away and she trailed it casually 
in one hand, letting it sweep the floor, while with her other hand, she held 
up her glass proposing a toast to Bob. 

"Here's to the family!" she said, drinking her bubbly glass of champagne 
down, and holding her head back so far that Bob could see the entire 
swallowing process taking place in her throat. 

"Dinner is going to be served now," she said, "Would you like to go in with 
me ... I see that Ed is over there with Mary. You're seated next to me, you 
know, so we can get acquainted over what I hope you will find an excellent 
supper!" 

"I'm sure I will," Bob replied politely, cursing himself for not thinking of 
something more witty to say. Every word that came out of his mouth made him 
feel like a nitwit next to Leslie Tierra, and he realized that given the 
opportunity she could probably make him feel as foolish as a school boy. 
Leslie took his arm, and they began to walk toward the dining room. As they 
walked, Leslie talked to him in her slow husky voice. 

"I hope you'll enjoy yourself, Bob" she said, "Ed is really quite proud of 
our "little" evenings" ... the one he's planned tonight is a little special, 
so don't be too surprised by anything that might happen!" 

"Now what the hell does she mean by that?!" Bob wondered. But they were 
already in the dining room by now, and the others were taking their seats. 
It was the first time Bob had been anywhere where there were actual place 
cards, and it wasn't a joke. Sure enough, his was directly next to Leslie's 
and they were sitting at the far end of the table, directly opposite Ed. 
Mary smiled in his direction as she took her seat beside her brother. 

He smiled back, grateful that she was perhaps beginning to forget their 
little game. He noticed that she seemed unusually flushed, and that a mesh 
of her beautiful dark hair had fallen forward, across her forehead. 
Something about this sight disturbed him, but he wasn't quite sure what ... 
but as a salad of shellfish and cold sliced dill tomatoes was placed before 
him, he decided to concentrate on the food. He was starving! The wine was a 
light Rhine wine that complimented the flavor of the shellfish and as soon 
as he had finished one glass, the waiter filled another. Course followed 
course, and he found that his charming hostess and sister-in-law was turning 
most of her attention to him. It made him feel uncommonly good, and he 
couldn't help feeling a little swell of masculine pride that she seemed to 
be hanging on his every word. 

At the other end of the table, Mary sipped her wine. She really was feeling 
very lightheaded. It was exhilarating to be in her brother's company, and 
she felt flattered that he was paying so much attention to her ... after all 
she thought he could probably be talking business with some of the 
businessmen present ... and yet he's listening to my small talk. She 
couldn't get over how handsome he looked in his brocade jacket, his greying 
hair making him even more sophisticated than she remembered him. She hadn't 
seen him in over two years, since he'd been busy building a real estate 
empire for himself in Nevada. She was thrilled to think that now that he'd 
moved to California, she would be seeing a lot of him. She was positive that 
her brother would see to it that Bob got a decent position, probably with 
one of his own companies ... and she had already gotten a good response from 
him in that direction while they were talking earlier. She was sure that 
once Bob was working steadily on something interesting, and once he was 
making a good salary, his moodiness would cease. After what had happened the 
night before, she was more than ever determined to see to it that her 
wealthy elder brother helped out!! 

She could hear Ed now talking to an elderly man who was sitting across from 
him and directly next to her. Snatches of their conversation reached her 
ears, and she wondered what it was they were talking about. 

"Oh, you won't be disappointed this time, Jack. It's a lulu!" 

"You've never put on a disappointing show yet, Ed ... but what about the 
women....are you going to let them in on this one?" 

"Are you kidding!? ... not this group anyway ... ah, I'm not saying that one 
or two of them wouldn't really get a charge out of it ... but we might as 
well keep it a simple thing ... this time ... pure and simple!" 

The laughter of the two men seemed to exclude her so definitely from their 
presence that Mary felt almost embarrassed at having overheard them. But the 
heat of the wine running through her veins made her boldly ask, "What is it 
... what's going to happen?" 

Ed turned to her and spoke easily, his deep voice reassuring her by its tone 
alone. "Oh, it's a business presentation ... a little fund raising for the 
new corporation ... men only I'm afraid ... just as well, I think it would 
bore you to tears ... besides it will only last half an hour and during that 
time you girls will be enjoying dessert and brandy in the drawing room!" 

" 'Oh ... do you think Bob would be interested?" she asked, thinking it 
would be the perfect occasion for her husband to get in on the ground floor, 
since she knew that her brother was planning several large building 
complexes in downtown San Francisco. 

Ed looked down toward Bob. He smiled when he saw that his wife Leslie was 
busy chatting with his handsome blond brother-in-law, and after a short 
pause, replied, "Yes, I'm sure he will be interested ... very!!" 

"I'll see you after the presentation, darling," Mary said, pressing her 
husband's hand. She wanted to apologize to him for not speaking to him all 
day ... but she didn't quite know how to do it. She was certain that in one 
evening their lives were going to be transformed, and she would never have 
to worry about Bob treating her like that again! 

"It certainly is old fashioned," she heard one of the women present 
complaining, as the ladies entered the spacious drawing room. "Imagine, the 
men going off together while we sit and do needle work!" There was general 
laughter, but none of them really minded being excluded from the 
Presentation, since it, they knew, entailed something of benefit to their 
husbands and themselves. Only Leslie Tierra knew that she would not be 
spending the entire length of the presentation isolated with the women. It 
was in her interest to know just what was happening in her house, at all 
times, and this evening was no exception! 

Bob returned his wife's hand squeeze before entering the enormous room that 
Ed Tierra called his "office," but he was more interested in something that 
Leslie had just said to him than in the fact that Mary was no longer angry 
with him. Her words at the dinner table, while they were finishing up the 
pheasant and wild rice, still rung in his head. "You look like an open 
minded sort...." she'd said cryptically, "I'll be most interested to see if 
you last the night!" 

Bob could hear the other men talking in excited hushed tones to each other 
as they entered the room. He supposed that it was going to be the usual kind 
of financial presentation with an excess of figures and a lot of optimistic 
statements ... he felt bored in advance, and yet he was curious to get a 
glimpse behind the scenes of a real operator like his brother-in-law. 
Looking around, Bob could see that the older man had disappeared, and he 
supposed that he was getting ready to give his talk somewhere behind the 
scenes. At the front of the rectangular room there was large podium, and a 
veil of tan curtains hid the small stage from view. Bob took a seat in one 
of the easy chairs provided for the guests, and accepted the offer of 
Havanna cigars that were being passed among the men. He examined the cigar 
appreciatively, and wondered how in hell Ed managed to get them, since he 
knew it had been many years since the Cuban and American governments had 
stopped trading in the wonderful tasting cigars. But he decided not to look 
a gift horse in the mouth, and settled back in his seat to wait. Champagne 
was being poured in clear crystal glasses, and the sparkling liquid felt 
good in his throat. He was feeling unusually mellow and content, and yet 
inside he had a sense of adventure that made him pleased to be where he was. 

"It's nice to be pampered like this," he mused, letting a happy, relaxed 
feeling settle over him. The lights dimmed in the room, and Bob could sense 
the attentiveness of the other men. The room was perfectly quiet except for 
the sound of an occasional drag on a Cuban cigar, as blue smoke spiraled 
upward toward the ceiling. There was a movement to his side, and Bob turned 
his eyes from the stage just in time to see Ed Tierra slip into a seat at 
the far edge of the room. Turning back, Bob was astounded to see a young 
girl standing in the middle of the stage, with her back to the audience. He 
gasped, because at first sight, he was almost certain that the girl was his 
wife, Mary! Her body seemed almost exactly the same, and she had the same 
dark curly hair that fell softly to her shoulders. She was wearing a short 
red dress that barely reached the tops of her full, well rounded thighs. 
Then she turned a semi-profile to the audience of six men and Bob could see 
that although she was beautiful she wasn't Mary. There was, though, a 
haunting resemblance, that made him shiver as it slowly dawned on him what 
the girl was going to do. Already the young girl's arm was reaching back to 
touch the zipper of her dress where it started at the back of her neck, 
travelling down to the level of her hips. 

It was going to be a stag show! 

Bob could hear distinct sounds of delight coming from the other males in the 
room, and he found himself staring bug eyed at the startling scene in front 
of him. 

The girl couldn't have been much over 17 and it was clear that she was 
nervous about what she was doing. Nevertheless, she began to slowly slip the 
short dress upwards, and Bob took in the tantalizing sight of her long, 
shapely legs ... calves that were high set and well moulded, thighs that 
touched together sensuously, below the soft protruding mounds of the girl's 
panty-covered softly fleshed buttocks. Her legs were covered with mesh 
stockings of a dark shade, so that a clear expanse of white vulnerable flesh 
showed at the tops of them, punctuated only by the thin black frilly lace of 
her garter belt. 

Champagne was being poured again, and momentarily the silent deadpan waiter 
got in the way of his view of the stage, and Bob found himself impatiently 
twisting to the side, anxious not to miss a single moment of the strange 
presentation. He couldn't believe that it was actually him sitting there in 
his rich brother-in-law's house, watching something he had only read about 
in books. The girl had an exquisitely proportioned body, and the creamy 
ivory of her exposed flesh made a profound impression on his mind and body, 
as he felt his penis rising slowly but steadily upward. The dress slipped 
easily over the girl's head, and she was now turning to face her audience, 
an almost bitter smile playing about her full red lips. Her beautifully 
rounded torso, with its tapering waist, and the covered mounds of her large 
jiggling breasts were presented to the men watching with a bravado that Bob 
couldn't help but admire. Even though the lights in the room were darker 
than those on the stage, Bob got the impression that the young girl could 
see each man's face clearly, and he was sure that she was looking at him at 
that very moment. The thought sent a thrill of desire running through him, 
and he stared back, feeling that he might either run up onto the stage at 
any moment, or run out of the room. It was a curious feeling, but his 
alcohol soaked brain was whirling with the implications of what was going 
on. 

The very thought that not only his wife, but all the other men's wives too, 
were sitting just outside was one of the most erotic things about the lewd 
show. When he turned briefly to try and catch a glimpse of his 
brother-in-law, he saw that the older man's eyes were glazed by a film of 
lust, his mouth was slack and an unattractive drop of spittle had formed at 
one of the comers. Bob turned away quickly when he saw the older man's hand 
move toward his groin. He looked back to see that the dark haired girl had 
removed her brassiere, and that it lay in a soft heap on the floor beside 
her red dress. His eyes were riveted to her firm ripe breasts as they stood 
high and proud, and the girl seemed to be basking in the stage light as 
every man in the room focused his complete attention on her. The high set, 
large, naked mounds quivered, and the dark pink nipples hardened at the 
exposure to the air. She was almost deliciously naked now. Only the small 
triangle of her shining black panties, garter belt and stockings remained, 
as she balanced on her black leather pumps, their high heels making her 
balance herself gingerly as she began to prance about the small stage, 
showing off every enticing angle and curve of her virginal looking body. 
From time to time she would lift up her arms, letting the luscious half 
spheres of her breasts peak high as she pulled her long black hair up, only 
to release it again in a soft tumble of curls, falling softly over her bare 
shoulders. The naked fullness of her tender skinned breasts swayed and 
quivered as she moved in a tight circle, and finally began to undo the 
clasps of her garter belt. The black lacy object snapped with a loud noise 
as it was released and Bob almost jumped out of his seat. He realized for 
the first time that there had been absolute silence in the room until then, 
and that this sharp sound had somehow helped bring back a sense of reality 
into the proceedings. 

The thin wasp of material that made up her panties was all that remained of 
her apparel as the transparent hosiery slipped down, and one by one the 
gleaming columns of her long shapely legs were exposed. Then, after 
replacing her high heels, the teenaged girl turned and bent over slowly, 
drawing the tiny black panties slowly down over her curved hips. They caught 
a little, and she maneuvered them over the smooth whiteness of her buttocks, 
letting them brush downward against the smooth nakedness of her thighs and 
calves, to finally discard them, nudging them with the toe of her leather 
pumps so that they too lay in a soft insignificant pile beside her dress and 
bra. 

Bob could feel the excitedly pulsating head of his swelling cock growing 
bigger and bigger as he saw the small sensuous mound of her little pussy, 
revealed in its entirety to the on-looking men. Soft silken tendrils of 
black hair covered the tender spot, and it nestled temptingly between her 
white thighs, forming a dark hair-fringed contrast to her creamy skin. All 
of her delightful nakedness was on view for them, and her nervousness seemed 
to have completely disappeared. It was as if she knew that her strength lay 
in her nudity. She stretched her arms up high, holding them languidly over 
her head for an instant, and Bob thought his tensely throbbing cock would 
explode as he saw that she was definitely staring directly at him, letting 
her tongue move about in her half open mouth, so that her lips glistened 
seductively. He shifted nervously in his seat. He had never expected 
anything like this. Not in such a posh setting anyway, and from his 
brother-in-law to boot. It occurred to him that his wife, Mary, would 
probably have a stroke if she found out what was happening! But these 
thoughts dimmed as the young girl who so closely resembled his wife lay down 
on a soft foam rubber pad that was on the floor of the stage. A few pillows 
were strewn casually on the thin mattress, and she arranged them so that her 
head was on one, the other two forming rests for her legs, so that her 
gracefully spread nude body was arched, her loins tilting upward, her milky 
thighs widespread in the classic position of love. 

From this position, Bob could see her beautifully tapering legs begin to 
scissor open, only to close slowly again. A look of intense yearning crossed 
over the girl's features, and Bob could see that the exposed thin slit of 
her naked delicately hair-lined cunt was seeping moisture. She was aroused 
and waiting for release! 

Her feet pointed toward the heavily breathing men, as she began to writhe 
slowly on the stage, her baby tight pussy clenching and unclenching as the 
softness of her nakedly moving buttocks became more and more marked, and the 
girl's passion became evident. Her fingers moved down along the now 
trembling flanks of her hips, over across the smooth plane of her belly, to 
touch the upper fringe of black curling pubic hair. Her eyes were mere slits 
of desire as two of her fingers plunged into the tiny opening, and slid 
downward across the bud of her sensitively naked clitoris, and into the soft 
engulfing folds of her inner pussy. 

Every man in the audience heard her groan as she arched her squirming loins 
upward to meet her softly probing fingers. It obviously felt incredible, and 
Bob found himself wishing that his lust hardened cock would get a chance at 
the beautiful open vagina, so enticingly placed directly in front of him! 
"What would she be like?!" he wondered. He could imagine her as a hot 
volcano of passion, her legs widespread and clinging around his back, her 
naked, openly exposed vagina eagerly welcoming the blunt edged cudgel of his 
cock as it wormed its way eagerly into her secret cunt flesh! 

Oh God, he thought, would I like to be inside that sweet little pussy right 
now. She may look like Mary, but I'll bet that hot little cunt of hers is a 
different story all together! 

A brief wave of guilt flashed through his head as he realized the completely 
wanton tone of his thoughts, but just then something else happened on the 
stage, and as his hand moved surreptitiously to his thick bulging rod, he 
forgot all about it. 

Ed Tierra was glad the show was finally beginning. He had promised to have 
the men back among the female guests in half an hour, and the hired girl 
seemed to be taking much longer than he'd thought. He couldn't really 
complain, though ... so far her performance was excellent, and he was aching 
for her to get on with it. He couldn't wait to see how she would take what 
was going to happen. He had been told that it would be the first time she'd 
ever done it, by the tall handsome young man who'd accompanied her, and this 
in itself was a very intriguing idea. The girl's name was Natalie, Ed had 
learned in his brief conversation with the couple earlier that evening ... 
and her appearance in the flesh completely lived up to her photographs. 
There was still that funny feeling he got whenever he looked into her black 
eyes, and he couldn't get over the fact that he had such a deep hankering to 
get her alone. Usually, he could take them or leave them ... but this one 
was different! She appealed to something deeper that he really couldn't 
explain. He watched her fingers crawling into the soft hair covered cunt 
lips, spreading them slowly apart so that everyone could see the wet pink of 
her openly throbbing pussy. The quivering white flesh of her thighs spread 
wider still as she bumped her soft rounded buttocks upward and let her 
fingers slide into the glistening furrow of the thinly bared little hole of 
her vagina. Her groans were getting louder, and a general gasp came from the 
audience of six men as three of her fingers slowly sunk into the shining 
pink tightly clenched opening, sinking into the hilt. 

But Ed could already see the big German Shepherd at the back of the stage. 
The girl's companion was undoing his collar and the dog seemed to be 
straining forward toward the writhing girl on the floor. Ed's pulse raced, 
and his hand began to stroke at the big bulge of his penis where it formed a 
throbbing mound against his pants. 

"Oh JESUS!" he thought ... "What a sight!!" 

The girl didn't seem to know that anything was going on behind her, and by 
now she was deeply involved in the rapid rhythm of her own driving fingers 
inside the moistly sucking walls of her tight vaginal channel. Her face 
seemed to change color, turning a deep crimson as everything inside her 
strained toward a climax. Her groans were more and more animalistic as her 
fingers plunged deeply, frantically inside the heated depths of her wetly 
grinding pussy. Behind her, the German Shepherd was approaching slowly, his 
grey black fur long and obviously well kept. His mouth was open, and he was 
panting rapidly, his nostrils flaring as he caught the womanly scent of the 
wildly churning girl's openly gyrating pussy. With two bounds, he was 
directly in front of her, and Ed leaned forward, clinging to the edge of his 
chair, and sensing that the other men were doing the same as Natalie's eyes 
widened and her mouth opened wide. It looked as though she were about to 
scream, but then she remained frozen in her position, her fingers still 
thrust high between her nakedly spread legs, but no longer moving. She 
seemed too terrified to move, and Ed toyed with the idea that it was perhaps 
the truth that she had never done this before. He had made all the financial 
arrangements with the man who brought her and had paid dearly for the 
performance that was promised him, and from the looks of things the young 
girl might have thought she was doing a solo act. She lay pale and 
defenseless, her mouth working wordlessly as the huge dog growled menacingly 
over her, his head moving closer and closer to her widespread and vulnerable 
upturned pussy. Ed turned to see how the other men were taking it, and was 
pleased to see them all staring in disbelief at the lewd spectacle he had 
arranged to entertain them. He chuckled slightly to himself at the sight of 
his baby sister's young husband who was leaning forward so far it looked as 
if he might fall from his seat and was highly amused by the shock he must be 
giving the young man on the evening of his first introduction. He'd probably 
go home and give Mary one hell of a good lay! Ed thought and then he turned 
his eyes back to the stage. 

"MY GOD!!!" he heard Bob Moore say as the monstrous dog moved menacingly 
forward and the girl started to try and crawl backwards, the half moons of 
her naked buttocks gleaming beneath her still spread legs. 

Bob thought that by all rights he ought to get up on the stage to help the 
defenseless girl or at least he ought to get up and leave. It seemed like 
the kind of thing that might happen in the middle ages ... but certainly not 
here in his brother-in-law's house with the women waiting unsuspectingly 
outside! It was ridiculous and outrageous ... but at the same time the sight 
of the helpless girl lying there shaking with fear held a strange 
fascination for him. It brought out a streak of sadism that he had never 
suspected, except perhaps for the way he had felt with Mary the night before 
... but certainly that was no comparison to the way he felt about this girl, 
a paid professional ... who probably was putting on an act anyway! But the 
more he observed the hair raising scene, the more certain he was that it 
wasn't an act at all. The lovely teenager's fear was real, and a shiver of 
revulsion ran through him as he knew that he would continue to sit there 
watching what was sure to be a chilling performance. The size of his heavily 
bulging rod was enormous as he gingerly touched the surface of his pants. 
The long desire-hardened instrument jerked upwards at his touch, and he felt 
a distinct longing to sink its full throbbing length to the hilt in the 
frightened girl's tightly clenched little opening. 

Amazed, he watched the giant German Shepherd lower his big furry head to the 
young girl's soft hair covered pussy, sniffing loudly, and letting his big 
long pink tongue dangle maddeningly close to the narrow trembling crevice. 
With a sudden motion, it was lapping greedily at the thin pink slit between 
Natalie's thighs. The girl's expression was one that Bob had never seen 
before and hoped not to see again. She was obviously afraid that if she 
moved too suddenly or tried to get away, the dog would bite her, ruining her 
for life, for she remained motionless, letting the animal run his wet rough 
tongue up the full length of her quivering naked cunt. Bob could see the 
tight closed opening of her almost hidden vagina, responding to the big 
swishes of the dog's tongue as it moved up and down, over the fluted ragged 
edges of her widespread cuntal lips. The girl's whole body was tense, 
helplessly waiting and hoping that it might all be over shortly ... but the 
animal was taking his time, letting his tongue wag up over the sensitive 
sensation filled bud of her clitoris, wetting the entire area of her hair 
covered pubic mound with each swirl. His enormous tongue spread across her 
sensitive naked pussy flesh with relentless motions, sweeping back and forth 
and up and down between trembling thighs with a determination that would not 
be stopped. Natalie squirmed and trembled at each wet lick, her beautiful 
face reflecting the horror she felt as the animal continued to nuzzle at her 
naked loins. 

But it was also clear that a change was coming over the girl as the wild 
licking continued, and the dog showed no inclination to bite. Bob shuddered, 
feeling his own sexual stimulations mounting at ever increasing rates, his 
thick cock was like an enormous pole of heated hardness, and he felt it 
begin a spasmodic jerking as the lust inciting presentation continued. The 
frightened whimpers and moans that had escaped the terrified girl's lips 
were changing, the transformation was gradual and clearly against her will, 
but slowly she was writhing in a slightly different way and soft mewls of 
involuntary pleasure came from her lips and throat. The great slithering wet 
tongue licking steadily and thickly against the yielding pink inner flesh of 
her silken pussy was beginning to bring her pleasure! 

The dog seemed to sense the change and his licking became more and more 
fervent. The girl's hands dropped to the big shepherd's shaggy head, 
encompassing it, pulling his wet muzzle closer still to her now straining 
crotch. Her head snapped back as the wildly licking animal thrust his 
gigantic tongue all the way up into her seeping vaginal canal, the thin 
walls giving way as the furled tongue pushed the gentle inner walls back in 
rippling folds. Suddenly the girl began to scream, and Bob felt goose 
pimples standing out all over him as he realized that she was encouraging 
the animal, egging him on, just exactly as though he were a man! Bob heard a 
groan next to him and forced himself to tear his eyes from the screen. The 
dignified gentleman sitting next to him had undone his fly and had released 
his thick red cock so that he could hold it in his hands. Bob looked further 
down and saw his brother-in-law had done the same, and had started pumping 
up and down on the lewd instrument, pulling his thick foreskin all the way 
back so that the big rubbery head emerged taut and red, glistening with 
drops of pre-cum. He stroked himself in a rhythmic manner, his fingers 
moving faster and faster, his eyes glued to the lascivious scene on the 
stage. Bob jerked his eyes back to the stage, having caught a new kind of 
motion out of the comer of his eye. He turned just in time to see the dog 
lift his head from the pleading girl's saliva inundated vagina. He could see 
that the young teenager didn't want the animal to stop. She had been on the 
verge of an orgasm and now he had interrupted it. Her hands pulled at the 
animal's fur, trying to get him to continue, her mouth urging him, cooing 
encouragement, but her expression frantic. Sobbing, she tried everything to 
get the German Shepherd to return to the lewd licking of her aroused little 
pussy, but the animal seemed used and began to back away. Suddenly, in 
desperation, Natalie scrambled up on all fours. Turning around, her white 
moon like buttocks presented to the onlookers, she arched her back, exposing 
the tender underneath bud of her seeping desire-ridden pussy, pink and half 
hidden in black tendrils of hair, nestling below her undulating inviting 
nether cheeks. 

With a sharp gasp that was so loud it seemed not to have come from her lips, 
the desperately aroused young girl shifted her buttocks in lewd temptation 
to the prowling animal behind her. The dog understood what was being asked 
of him and began to raise up on his hind legs, exposing the sharp pointed 
pink sheath of his penis. It was long and carrot shaped, and Bob wondered if 
the girl would remain as enthusiastic about her animal lover if she could 
see it. Just as he was thinking this, the girl did look back and, tears 
streaming down her face, she began to move around on her hands and knees, 
trying to position herself to receive the big scarlet penis that wanted to 
enter her hot and inviting pussy. Then it happened, the dog pushed forward, 
his paws scraping along the naked flesh of Natalie's back. His lewdly 
advancing cock slipped inward, the tapered point worming its way into the 
wet crevice of her down surrounded pussy. With a cry, Natalie tensed and for 
a moment seemed to want to stop the sodomy she had started, but the dog had 
found what he wanted, and he persisted, pushing his rod up further anf 
further into the bending girl's slippery grasping vulva. He began to growl 
and pant and saliva dripped from his open mouth, falling down onto the white 
nakedness of Natalie's soft-skinned back and buttocks. Scarlet marks were 
beginning to appear along her sides and back where the animal's paws sought 
to grasp her, as though she were a she-bitch in heat. But the dog's nails 
had obviously been blunted so that he was not digging too deeply into the 
frightened but still excited young girl's tender flesh. 

Bob held his breath as the jabbing penis began to plunge in and out of 
Natalie's hotly grinding pussy with a wild, inhuman bucking. It continued, 
up-slipping into the delicately colored coral pink of her inflamed and 
trembling pussy, skewering her, literally screwing into the tenderness of 
her softly yielding vagina. It was an unbelievable sight to behold, and Bob 
found himself biting his tongue in a combination of emotions, none of which 
he could clearly distinguish. Foregoing exposing his sorely aching cock as 
the other men had, he tried to make do with a surreptitious pat every now 
and then along the blood engorged penis' fully inflated length. But this 
only served to increase his desire, and soon he found himself rubbing the 
hard rock-like rod with regularity, his hand absentmindedly finding the 
right strokes, creating a tingling rush of blood that made him want to cum 
then and there, to send his sperm shooting straight up to the ceiling of the 
room if necessary. Mutters of excitement rose among the men in the room, but 
each of them was in his own world, no one speaking to anyone else as the 
giant dog began to bury his thick cudgel high into the unprotesting young 
girl's hungrily grasping vagina. 

What was most exciting was the expression of relief that came over the 
girl's face as she felt the fullness of the German Shepherd's prick 
expanding and lengthening inside her tightly clasping pussy walls. She 
moaned with relief, her eyes closing blissfully as she moved backwards 
pushing her buttocks into the furry underbelly of the dog so that he could 
rise still higher inside her straining desire tormented cunt. Her face 
became a mask of contorted lust as the dog's relentlessly fucking cock sunk 
deeper and deeper into her receptively clutching vagina, making her cry out 
with a greater and greater excitement. 

Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and face, and began to run down 
her throat forming tiny rivulets that created a stream between the soft 
mountains of jiggling flesh of her breasts. Her entire sensual being seemed 
to mold to the dog's as she gave herself up to him completely, letting him 
conquer her thoroughly, receiving his animal prick with utter abandon, 
growling and rutting, and urging him on, her face turned to the stunned men 
in the audience, looking at them with sightless eyes as she turned her mind 
inward to the delightful sensation in the pit of her dog-speared, totally 
filled vagina. She began to beg him to fuck her harder, calling him for the 
first time by name. 

"LOBO! LOBO! OH' DO IT TO MEMEEEEEEEE! OH' FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE! I WANT IT I 
NEED IT!!! ... DO IT DO IT!!" 

The animal responded frantically, fucking with a madness that equaled the 
girl's request, his hairy body jerking and grinding against her, his feet 
slipping and skidding against the hard wood floor. Then she was screaming 
one long loud wait, her features almost unrecognizable as her throbbing 
vaginal slit wormed itself backwards, welcoming the first strains of her 
onrushing orgasm. 

"AAARRRGGG! OH GOD, HELP MEEEEE! I'M THERE!!!" Automatically, Bob's hand 
rushed furiously up and down the length of his lust hardened cock, feeling 
it stiffen and tighten against his pants with each new stroke. His blood 
felt like it was boiling hot as it raced crazily through his veins, he could 
feel it pounding at his temples! There was a pressure building up in his 
testicles as he watched what was by far the most obscenely frightening thing 
he'd ever seen. And as the girl was in the last throes of her climax, he 
couldn't help noting once more what a strange resemblance she bore to his 
wife, Mary, who was probably sitting outside wondering what had happened to 
him! 

Ed Tierra was remarking the same thing, as through his lust dulled eyes he 
watched the young girl he'd hired to through an incredibly drawn out orgasm 
that racked her youthful body from her small pearlescent toes to her finger 
tips. She was twisting her head wildly from side to side when Ed saw it, and 
realized what there was about her. Her dark hair fell churning on the floor 
as she screamed out her pleasure, ramming back with wild abandon as though 
she had taken leave of her senses against the gigantic dog's cock, just as 
it began spitting forth a thick white liquid into the wildly churning 
passage of her openly spread vagina. The hungrily accepting orifice clasped 
at the big dog's prick, squeezing tightly against it as her round buttocks 
and loins began to contract uncontrollably. Her quivering belly was in 
turmoil, receiving the last thick spurts of cum from the panting German 
Shepherd. Thin trails of sperm were sliding down the girl's columnar thighs, 
and she was groveling dog fashion along the floor, her arched body rapidly 
falling to the floor as each wave of her orgasm surpassed the first in 
intensity. 

"Mary!" Ed Tierra thought, "She looks just like my little sister!" 

"Aarrrgg ... YES ... YES ... AAAIIIEEE!" Natalie screamed out, her soaked 
pubic hair glistening in the stage lights as she pitched forward, and the 
rapidly deflating cock of the dog slid with a slight popping noise from the 
openly receptive vagina that had received his passion so well. 

A thin stream of cum shot straight into the air as Ed Tierra's hand slid 
down on the thickness of his desire hardened cock one last time. 

"Mary!" he thought, the name of his baby sister exploding in his brain 
simultaneously with his potent orgasm, while the other men, in more or less 
the same position, vented their lust with their own hands, climaxing along 
with the hired girl and her animal. Bob couldn't help himself. Although he 
despised what he was doing, he knew that there was really no other choice. 
He had chosen his company for the evening, or rather his wife had chosen it 
for him, and like his company he too felt the release of a power filled 
orgasm shaking him to the very depths, his sperm filled testicles emptying 
with lightning fast rapidity as Natalie fell to the floor in a 
semi-conscious state. The wet spot grew between his legs, as his rented 
evening pants were dampened by his cumming. His head snapped back as his 
eyes closed, he let it rush over him. He had never felt so perverted in his 
life. But it felt good! 

"OH CHRIST' IT'S GOOD!!" he thought, clenching his teeth as he felt the 
wonderful sensation of relief rush through him, making a fitting climax to 
the lascivious evening of entertainment. 

"CURTAIN!" Ed Tierra called. He was quite decent now, almost as though 
nothing had happened. Bob felt flushed and uneasy and glancing at the stage, 
he could see a man coming onstage to lead the satiated German Shepherd away 
from the swooning young girl, whose ravaged little pussy was still spread 
wide open, its pearly glistening interior still inciting lust in those who 
observed it. 

"Well, gentlemen...." Ed said, standing from his comer chair. "I hope you've 
enjoyed the show ... I'm afraid it went a little over time ... but all in 
all if you'll note your watches, you'll see we've only been away from the 
ladies for one hour. Let's go in for brandy and coffee now!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The elevator moved swiftly and silently, and Bob could scarcely feel it 
moving. Only the blinking lights on the panel in front of him indicated that 
the cabin was ascending, passing floor after floor heading toward his 
brother-in-law's penthouse office. The sign downstairs had read Edward M. 
Tierra, Land Development, Contracting, and Bob, carrying his portfolio in 
one hand had glanced at it suspiciously, knowing that there was really no 
turning back now ... he was already in the building, and he was going to go 
through with the whole thing. 

Two days had passed since the unprecedented evening he'd spent at his 
brother-in-law's home and now as he watched the lights blinking it seemed 
almost like a dream ... too bizarre to be true. Deep down inside however, he 
knew it to be all too real, and that the strange scene he had witnessed had 
had a profound effect on him ... the full nature of which he still ignored. 
He had been more distant with Mary than ever, for one thing, since then, and 
although he tried not to be, it was impossible to be the person his wife 
wanted him to be. She had gone on and one about the merits of her older 
brother, the beauty of his home, and the wonderful dinner party they had 
attended and Bob had answered with a surly growl. If only she knew just what 
that wonderful older brother of hers had set up in his conference room! If 
only she could have seen the way her brother had been looking at the 
defenseless young thing on the stage ... the way he'd exposed his big heavy 
veined cock, unmindful of the other men in the room! It made him angry now 
that he too had succumbed to the lewd invitation to fondle himself ... it 
seemed cheap and tawdry, and he was ashamed of having done it. 

Then why was he here right now ... walking down the lush carpeted hall to Ed 
Tierra's suite of offices? he asked himself. The older man had set up the 
appointment with him before he and Mary left the party, and he had been 
unable to refuse it since Mary was right there beside him. He'd feigned an 
enthusiasm that he hadn't felt and agreed to be there Monday morning at the 
dot of 9:00 smiling and shaking the man's hand and thanking him and Leslie 
for a wonderful evening. Inside, he'd felt tired, and oddly old, wanting 
nothing but sleep and the sure cessation of the bombardment of his senses. 
Now, he felt a renewal of this feeling as he opened the outer door to the 
reception room of Ed's office. Once inside however, he couldn't help but be 
impressed by the opulent surroundings. The reception office alone was the 
size of a barn, but done in subtle shades of grey-green and white, the 
furniture tastefully modern, the lighting indirect. There was not a glaring 
note anywhere, and Bob approached the lovely young blonde girl who sat 
behind a big desk at the end of the room with a feeling that Ed Tierra might 
be the kind of man he could work with after all. 

When the young secretary turned to look at him, he was startled by her 
exquisite beauty, the clarity of her hazel eyes as they boldly appraised 
him. 

"You're Bob Moore ... right?" she asked, and Bob noted that she had an 
English accent. He remembered that English secretaries were of prime value 
among American businessmen, sometimes commanding twice the salary of 
American girls and sometimes earning it through their great efficiency, 
poise, bearing and sense of propriety. This girl certainly seemed the kind 
that Bob would want in his front office, if he were hiring. She made just 
the right impression ... cool, but not cold, charming, but not overly 
friendly. 

"That's right ... yes...." he replied, noting that the girl's neatly 
arranged tailored suit nevertheless showed up every curve she had, to great 
advantage. What anyone wanted "to say or think about Ed Tierra, he had an 
eye for women! 

"Mr. Tierra is expecting you ... won't you go right in?" She stood and 
showed Bob the way to one of the many doors leading from the reception room. 
As he headed toward it, he heard her buzzing an intercom system and 
announcing him. 

"Mr. Tierra ... Mr. Moore is on his way in ... " 

"Fine, Kay ... and come in with your pad at 10 o'clock, will you?" he heard 
Ed's voice reply . briskly over the intercom. 

He turned the handle on the door, noting that it had an odd shape, but not 
pausing to stop to see what it was. The room he stepped into was completely 
empty, but filled with sculptures and paintings that Bob wanted to stop and 
look at, but he heard a booming voice from another connecting room, and 
headed in that direction. 

"Bob! Come on in here, you son of a gun!" A little taken back, Bob entered 
the room that his brother-in-law called an office. It was brightly lighted 
and filled with architectural renderings of the buildings that Ed Tierra had 
built. Ed himself sat behind an enormous desk, beneath a full length stylish 
portrait of his wife, Leslie. The older man looked up and smiled, then stood 
up and extended his hand to his young brother-in-law. 

The next sixty minutes were some of the most exciting of Bob's career. He 
showed and explained the full extent of his work and his ideas to the 
wealthy older man, going into all the details that had often antagonized the 
higher-ups in the companies he'd worked with before. To his amazement, Ed 
Tierra was delighted. He, in turn, showed Bob every building he'd ever 
worked on, every project finished and still in the works, outlining his own 
advanced theories from urban development to the remodeling of country silos 
into vacation dwellings. 

At the end of the hour, Bob was exhilarated. He had just been offered the 
position of head architect in Ed Tierra's company, and he was delighted to 
accept. His head was whirling with the possibilities ahead of him, all his 
doubts dispelled, the terrible things he had formerly thought about his 
wife's older brother were forgotten. He felt flushed and excited, and 
couldn't wait to call his wife to tell her the good news. She had been right 
all along, he mused, as he sat in front of Ed's desk. The big picture window 
gave an excellent view of downtown San Francisco's happy Powell Street where 
the cable cars ran back and forth, carrying their passengers on the inside 
as well as the outside of the gaily clanging cars. 

All was right with the world at last ... he was going to be doing the things 
he wanted to do ... creating beautiful, functional buildings for those happy 
people! 

"Cigarette?" Ed asked, offering a pack of Camels. 

"No, thank you, I don't smoke...." Bob replied recalling how two years 
before when he still did smoke he would have leaped at the chance to have a 
Camel ... especially at a moment like this! 

He wanted to call Mary and tell her, but the telephone had not been 
installed at the houseboat yet, and there was nothing to do but wait until 
he got back home. 

"Why don't you stick around, Bob ... I've got some things to go over with my 
secretary ... and then we can have lunch somewhere!" 

"Sure," Bob replied, "I'd like to go over these plans for the Marin County 
development one more time anyway ... I'll just go over to the drawing table 
until you're through." 

Bob paid little attention to the entrance of Kay, Tierra's secretary, and 
began to unfurl the blueprints that he and Ed had already been looking at. 
He became engrossed in their content, and about a quarter of an hour had 
passed before he realized that there were no further sounds of dictation 
coming from the big desk. He turned to look in their direction, and was at 
first startled to see only Ed sitting behind his desk. But something about 
the expression on his face made him look down, and through the latticework 
of the wrought iron desk, he could see the bent form of the young blonde 
secretary and it was only then that the noise reached his ears. 

MY GOD' THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! Bob's mind exploded. 

But happening it was. There, kneeling slave like in front of her wealthy 
older employer was the smart, prim English receptionist, her mouth stretched 
to its fullest to encompass the huge throbbing girth of Ed Tierra's lust 
inflated dock. 

Bob sucked in his breath and watched with horrified fascination as Kay's 
elastic lips sucked with all their might on the pistol-like skewer fucking 
into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the outstroke and expanding 
obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild ecstatic film 
of undeniable lust that Bob realized was not put on. This was obviously a 
part of the young girl's job that she enjoyed very much! And he could feel 
his own dormant prick beginning to come to life as he watched Kay's soft 
lips on the other side of the room clasping hungrily, the still growing hard 
driving masculine hardness sawing into her mouth. The thin, elastic rim of 
her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Ed grinned 
lewdly above her as he fucked deep into her mouth and watched his young 
secretary's lust contorted face suck and lick at his hard pistoning cock 
like a greedy child with a luscious treat. She was grasping him hard around 
his thighs, trying desperately to get more and more of his ever-expanding 
penis into her clasping lips, reveling in the cruel humiliation her employer 
was subjecting her to ... a masochistic light shining strangely in her 
glazed eyes. 

Bob didn't know which way to turn. It was obvious that this obscene display 
was being perpetrated for his benefit, but the reasoning behind it escaped 
him. However, the spectacle itself was so incredible that all he really 
cared about was seeing it through to the finish. First the other night at 
his brother-in-law's house and now this! 

Great swirls of heat were building deep in Ed's tingling, sperm-filled balls 
as he watched Kay's face working above his upgrinding loins. His lust-filled 
prick pulled almost completely out of her wide-stretched mouth and then 
plunged back in again to the hilt. His heavy testicles slapped up obscenely 
against her chin and as she continued her mouthing, he let his long excited 
throbbing prick slide in and out, making the blonde secretary suck furiously 
on it until she could feel its heated friction against her lips. Ed knew 
that his new employee had been watching for some time now and with almost 
imperceptible movement, he pressed the buzzer that signaled for his favorite 
girl from the typing pool. 

Knowing he would not have to bother about Bob anymore, he turned his 
attention back to his young English secretary who knelt before him in total 
supplication. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets 
from the side of her face as she pounded her ovaled lips down to meet the 
base of his heavily veined lust-bloated hardness. The muscles of his stomach 
tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched 
his hips up from his chair, pushing even further between the incredible 
moistness of her greedily accepting mouth. 

Ed paid no attention to the interruption when the door to his office was 
opened, but Bob was beside himself. How could Tierra just let this go on 
when someone was obviously about to walk into the room. But when the tiny, 
sexy young girl strolled into the office, she completely ignored the obscene 
spectacle being presented at the desk, instead walking enticingly over to 
the drawing table where Bob sat, perched high up on the stool, his legs 
dangling down as he faced away from the plans he had been studying. Without 
so much as a word, the young girl reached out, her fingers nimbly finding 
the top of the zipper to Bob's pants and with one deft stroke, she pulled it 
all the way down. Bob was unable to stop her. His mouth hung open in 
complete stupefaction and it was only when he felt the warm slender fingers 
reaching inside his pants that he realized that he too was about to be 
treated to a morning blow job! His eyes met his brother-in-law's for a brief 
instant and he could see that Ed had planned all this out very carefully for 
him. 

"Welcome to the company!" Ed called out to him as with a fierce grunt, he 
gripped Kay's head and forced the bulbous tip of his thick, bulging rod to 
smack against his secretary's throat. 

"Treat her rough...." he advised his young brother-in-law. "That's the way 
they like it ... " 

But before Bob could answer or even think about answering, his now long, 
excited throbbing prick was being exposed to the cool air conditioning of 
the plush office and he just had time to look down as the shapely young girl 
bent over his seated body. The high stool brought his hot loins to just 
about breast height on the tiny girl and she had only to bend her head 
slightly for her lips to meet the pulsating hardness of the engorged length 
of his huge fleshy penis. 

With maddening and deliberate slowness, she parted her lips slightly and 
rested them gently on the beet red tip of his bloated prick. She began to 
stroke and massage his penis, rubbing the skin back and forth and then 
slipping her other hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. 
Bob groaned out his pleasure, and gritted his teeth at her gentle 
ministrations of his excited pulsating, desire hardened cock as her 
fingernails scratched lightly over the throbbing surface as it pointed 
yearningly up toward her willingly available mouth. 

Bob grunted out loud and thrust his loins upward involuntarily as the warm 
moistness of her wide open lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive tip of 
his hardened rod of flesh. 

"Oh, God ... suck it, baby ... suck it good!" Bob found himself yelling out 
as the young girl began working furiously up and down the full length of his 
maddeningly engorged penis. He was going to get all the pleasure out of this 
little bitch he could. God, why didn't Mary ever just walk up to him and 
start to suck him off? It is what a man needs from time to time ... not just 
some woman to lie back and do nothing. 

The little typist's tongue with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was 
making the hardened tip of his prick throb and jerk as though his heart was 
resting inside it. Consumed by the ecstasy of her mouth, Bob leaned forward 
and took hold of her curly head with his hand, giving a loud grunt as he 
forced it hard all the way down onto his rigidly straining penis until her 
lips were smashed against the roughness of his protruding pubic hair. 

"Nnnnnnghghghg...." he heard her gag and felt her trying to catch her breath 
as the huge width of his cock head forced the back of her small throat into 
an unnatural width. But he held her firm, heeding the advice of his bawdy 
brother-in-law and began to buck his hips up into the willing receptacle of 
her tender young face. 

"Suck it suck it suck it suck it-suck it-suck it. . " Ed Tierra's voice 
boomed out in the sound proof room as he felt his lust bloated balls 
beginning to explode just as Kay's tongue struck the burrowing swollen tip 
of his heavily invading, wildly pistoning cock just right and her lips 
clamped tight around his now madly jerking prick. 

"THIS IS FOR YOU' BABY!!!" Ed screamed out just as his lust inflamed penis 
began spewing forth hot thick streams of heated male sperm deep into her 
desperately sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish like as she 
greedily swallowed the hot flooding gushes of jism and continued sucking as 
if she wished to milk her older employer dry. She went on sucking wildly as 
he emptied his white hot sperm into the welcoming warmth of her oral cavern. 
His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of 
his loins as he pushed his ejaculating penis all the way to her tonsils. 

Bob thought he would go completely out of his mind. Watching his 
brother-in-law nearly killing his beautiful secretary with his enormous 
penis was almost more than he was able to stand. Viciously he began to pound 
mercilessly into the young girl who stood bent over him like a willing and 
submissive servant, slapping so hard into her hungrily sucking mouth that 
the noise reverberated around the room. His face purplish with lust, the 
tendons in his neck stood out and sweat dripped from his forehead. His prick 
felt like it was filled with molten lead and ready to explode like a giant 
grenade. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, letting her gasps for 
air go unheeded in his quest for the final end that would bring him the 
delicious pleasure he now had to have. Pleasure that was building and 
building until now, suddenly he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his 
pendulous balls racing maddeningly up the full length of his hardened 
tormented rod of flesh. 

His furiously invading cock began a wild staccato jerking that flooded into 
the young girl's mouth with gush after gush of his heated sperm, bloating 
her cheeks outward with each spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, 
crooning with delight at his hard thrusting loins. 

His hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his exploding 
penis further and further into her throat as she went on sucking wildly and 
he continued shooting his creamy sperm deep into her willingly accepting 
mouth. 

"What a way to start work!" he thought. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was almost dark when Bob drove up the narrow road that led to his 
houseboat. The lights were on inside, and Bob could sense Mary's presence. 
He had been drinking since having lunch with his brother-in-law ... the man 
who was to be his new employer, and Kay, the young English secretary, whose 
lips had done such wonders around Ed's hotly surging cock. 

He felt terrible, and the booze hadn't helped any at all. Solitary drinking 
only made him surly, and this was no exception. By all rights, he ought to 
be celebrating his good fortune, but somehow the combination of sex and 
business struck him as unfortunate, and he visualized his devil-may-care 
brother-in-law creating more such treats for him at the drop of a hat ... an 
eventuality that did not please him at all. He had never really been 
unfaithful to Mary before, and although one or two incidents didn't seem too 
terrible, making a habit of it seemed unfair to his wife. 

But there was a storm of conflicting emotions brewing inside him ... from 
the guilt feelings about what he'd done in Mary's brother's office to the 
feeling that he deserved a little pleasure in that area. He walked to the 
door thinking about that aspect of it, noticing that there was no dinner on 
the stove and that Mary was nowhere to be seen. 

"Damn it!" he thought, "I'm hungry ... it's about time that little bitch 
started learning how to hold onto a man!" 

The noise of running water came from the direction of the bathroom, and Bob 
realized that Mary was taking another of her interminable baths. That 
probably meant she was really upset about him being gone so long! He sat 
down at the table after grabbing a cold beer and some cold cuts from the 
small refrigerator. The idea that she was still in there even though she had 
probably heard him by now, infuriated him. He chewed angrily on a piece of 
salami, and thought about all the things he wanted to do with Mary that she 
had never let him do ... It was her fault, damn it, that he'd gotten 
involved in all these things ... she never gave him that extra bit of spice 
that he needed! He convinced himself that he would have walked out of both 
of Ed Tierra's tempting shows had Mary been a more inventive lover. 

"There's one thing I'd really like to do to her!" he thought vindictively as 
he munched another piece of cold meat. He'd been thinking about it off and 
on, but he never knew just how to present the idea to her. It occurred to 
him that he'd better break in his new bride fast if he was going to hold his 
own at Tierra Development and Contracting! 

He grabbed a second beer out of the refrigerator, noticing that the freezing 
compartment needed defrosting. That always infuriated him too! By the time 
he heard a soft click behind him and the gentle pad of feet across the rug 
to the bed, he was fit to be tied. The effervescence of the beer was sending 
the alcohol already in his blood racing at a faster rate, making him feel it 
even more. 

He whirled around to face his 19 year old wife, and saw her return his 
stare. Her expression turned from one of defiance to one of shock. She was 
wearing a white terry cloth wraparound that fit snugly around her curvaceous 
figure, clinging so tightly around her breasts that Bob could see his young 
wife's nipples temptingly protruding against the nubby material. 

"Bob ... you've been drinking!" she said accusingly. "How could...." 

"Damned right I've been drinking!" Bob interrupted, downing another slug of 
beer. "Celebrating ... with your brother!" 

"Celebrating?" Mary's face lit up as she realized that her dreams of Bob 
working with her brother might have come true. "You mean...." 

"Yes...." Bob snarled back, "I mean...!" He imitated her high pitched voice, 
ending up with a nasty sneer. 

Mary undid her wrap and reached for her nightgown, where it was hanging on a 
peg behind the bathroom door. Her fresh youthful nudity seemed to make that 
comer brighter as she turned her back modestly to him and began to slip the 
gown over her head. The plump rosy nether cheeks of her salient buttocks 
caught his attention, as she continued speaking to him, a worried tone in 
her voice. 

"But ... Bob ... I don't understand ... what's wrong?" 

Her back was still turned, and the gown caught in her arms the wrong way. 
She struggled to straighten it out, seemingly conscious that he was 
observing her from behind, and that she had to cover herself quickly in 
order to talk to him. Nervously she tugged it down, finally covering the 
exposed bareness of her pale white body. She felt like his eyes were burning 
holes in her back, and her body, already flushed and warm from her long 
bath, grew even more flushed as adrenalin started to flow in her veins, and 
she found herself facing a strange new situation. She had never seen Bob 
drunk before ... he had never indulged in more than a few beers in all the 
time she had known him. It had been exceptional for them both to drink as 
much as they had at her brother's the other night, but she had enjoyed the 
light feeling of wickedness and the sense of being "grown up" that it gave 
her. Now she tried in vain to find a precedent, a way of coping with her 
husband's belligerence. She felt completely confused. First she had waited 
all day for some word from him, then she'd gone out to a phone booth to call 
her brother, and had been told he was out to lunch. Then she'd called her 
mother, thinking that the elderly woman might have had some word from her 
brother about Bob. Finally she'd returned to the little houseboat, driving a 
borrowed Volkswagen, hoping that Bob would be back by then. She was really 
beginning to worry when it started to get dark and still there was no sign 
of him. Tired of keeping dinner warm on the stove, she finally put 
everything away and went into the bathroom to run a tub ... the only way she 
could think of to soothe her frazzled nerves! And now ... after a day like 
that, Bob seemed to be angry with her about something! Even though he seemed 
to be saying that he had accepted a job in her brother Ed's firm! It just 
didn't make any sense at all. 

"Perhaps," she thought, "If I remain calm, he'll calm down too!" She turned 
to face her husband, and was astonished to see that he was almost right next 
to her now, his eyes glaring into hers, something akin to pure hatred in 
them. 

"Darling...." she said, "Please ... we won't talk now'....why don't you just 
go to bed ... it's late and I'm sure in the morning we can ... everything 
will be different...." She reached out her hand to touch his shoulder and 
hesitated ... there was something frightening about him. His shirt was 
crumpled and his tie missing. His normally neat blonde hair was mussed and 
his eyes already bloodshot. He looked just terrible! She took a step 
backward and stammered. 

"B ... bob?" 

"Yes ... let's go to bed ... let's celebrate some more ... I'm now your 
brother's fair haired boy!" 

"But ... But, Bob, that's wonderful ... Why are you so...." She was still 
backing away, but there was only so far she could go. 

"DON'T BACK AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled. "ARE YOU AFRAID OF YOUR OWN HUSBAND? 
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, WOMAN?" 

"Nothing, Bob ... I'm not backing away ... it's just that you seem so 
strange ... please...." She was clutching the bodice of her silk nightgown 
to her, intuitively defending her breasts without even realizing it. 

Bob's eyes dropped to her tightly clenched fingers, and he studied the soft 
prominent protrusions of her breasts beneath the almost nonexistent 
material. 

"THERE'S NOTHING STRANGE!" he cried, grabbing her by the wrist. "WHEN I'M 
HORNEY I WANT A LITTLE ACTION FROM YOU ... NOT A BUNCH OF ROMANTIC GARBAGE!" 

He pulled the terrified 19 year old girl who was his wife over to the studio 
bed. That something he'd always wanted to do ... he was going to do it 
tonight! He was going to do it no matter what! He'd just had about enough of 
having his emotions manipulated in one way or another ... Mary was turning 
them off or her brother was turning them on! This time he was going to do 
what he wanted to do! 

"But if you want to make love, darling...." she cried. 

Bob flung her down to the bed, and stood menacingly over her. "BUT YOU SEE 
... I DON'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE! I WANT A FUCK! A LAY! A SCREW!!" He began to 
rip off his clothes, throwing them helter skelter on the floor of the gently 
rolling houseboat. 

Mary flinched at his words as though he had struck her with them. They 
seemed to pierce her like small arrows, and she could feel herself wilting 
under their impact as though she had been mortally wounded. The utter shock 
of his attitude, the crude words and their humiliating meaning, overwhelmed 
her, making her too stunned to cry, although it seemed as if everything 
inside her were shattering. All her hopes for their marriage ruined in one 
night ... everything she had feared as a child finally coming true. She had 
made a mess of it ... she didn't know how ... but she had. It didn't seem 
possible that Bob could be so upset with her for no reason whatsoever. 

"Just let me go ... let me leave!" she cried out, scrambling over the bed in 
the opposite direction. But Bob, now totally naked, his ponderously erect 
cock sticking straight up before him like a rampaging stallion leapt on the 
bed and dragged her backwards. 

"OH NO!" he cried, "Oh, no you don't!" He pulled her over and began to lift 
her nightgown up, roughly rolling it over her head. Her muffled cries made 
no dent in his intentions as he withdrew the gown and tossed it away from 
them. 

Bob's swollenly throbbing cock jutted out menacingly from beneath his taut 
muscular waist as leaning over, he slowly parted the soft yielding double 
moons of his young wife's buttocks. 

.Mary groaned as she felt the cool night air rush up to meet the tiny 
puckering flower of her anus. God, what was Bob going to do to her, she 
thought. He had never treated her so cruelly before. Never. 

"You think you're so goddamned untouchable...." Bob muttered to himself as, 
dropping his head down, he flicked his long pointed tongue forward and 
licked teasingly at the surface between the softness of her widely held ass 
cheeks. 

"NNNOOOO!!!" Mary objected as she felt the disgusting wetness creeping along 
her narrow trembling crevice. It felt clammy and disgusting to her and it 
seemed so obscene that her husband would do such a thing to her. She never 
would have believed that Bob would force her into such a weird, degrading 
position! 

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" she begged her relentless husband. "You're disgusting 
... disgusting!!!" 

But Bob paid her no heed. Instead his tongue flicked teasingly again into 
the tight open crevice of her behind, sending chills running throughout her 
entire trembling body, making her feel completely humiliated and ashamed at 
having to submit to him in such a lewd position. 

"Spread those knees wider ... WIDER!" he commanded her in such a tone that 
Mary complied with his wishes instantly. She forced her knees so far apart 
on the studio bed that she winces at the pain it caused her. Suddenly she 
felt a sharper pain in her rectum and she realized dully that Bob was trying 
to force a finger up her virgin rear passage. 

"NO' NO, BOB, NO ... YOU MUSTN'T DO THAT ... NO BOB' NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" 

But even as she protested, Bob's thick stubby finger popped inside the tight 
clinging outer ring of muscle up to the first knuckle. 

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG...." 

Mary cried out, burying her face in the pillow and trying to hold her tears 
back. The pain was incredible and just when she thought she would be able to 
bear it, Bob pushed forward again, this time sinking his entire finger in 
her tightly resisting anal canal. 

"NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mary begged over and over, but Bob was warming to his 
task now and had no thoughts of stopping until he had tasted the forbidden 
fruit that he had so long thought about. He Was going to fuck her up the ass 
... and fuck her good and hard. This was going to be one night she wouldn't 
forget for a long time! 

Savagely, he worked his finger around inside the defensively clenching hold 
between her widespread legs, feeling it expand unwillingly at the forced 
pressure. Mary winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to 
move his finger around still more within the dark anal sheath of her rectum. 
The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his prodding, and encouraged, 
Bob forced in another finger. 

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggg!!!" 

Mary screamed again and again, desperately trying to get away from this 
maniac she'd married, but Bob pinned her back down onto the bed with his 
other hand pressed tightly into the soft smooth skin of her back and 
continued his brutal attack. He maneuvered himself between her aching legs, 
looking directly down into the widespread area of her fully exposed rectum. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out with a lewd, wet popping sound and 
before Mary could let the rush of relief course through her body she felt 
the bulbous tip of his enormous lust-maddened penis prodding at the tender 
puckered opening of her narrow trembling crevice and for the first time, she 
realized just what her young husband had in mind for her. 

"BOB ... NO ... NO, YOU CAN'T ... YOU CAN'T!!!" 

"YES ... YES...." Bob answered, slipping his thick foreskin back over the 
swollen red bulb at the end of his prick and pressing it insistently up 
against her virgin anus. "Yes, I can ... AND WILL!!!" 

Mary heard Bob spit noisily into his hand and rub the head of his ready 
penis and the quiveringly clutching opening to her rubbery anal channel with 
the slippery liquid. Sheer terror blinded her as she felt him place the huge 
blunt instrument against the tight hardness entering his young wife's 
tightly puckered rectum. He watched as it took up a big place in the soft 
yielding crevice, worming it's way into the tightness of her anus. He could 
hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her 
ballooning buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his invading cock, 
submissively pointed skyward while he strained mightily against the tiny, 
tightly resisting nether ring of the slavishly kneeling receptacle of her 
body. 

For a long moment, Bob wasn't sure he would be able to enter her. His 
pendulous balls ached with their heavy load and his long, fully erect prick 
tingled with anticipation. Then, with all the strength he could muster, he 
slammed his hips forward and like some ancient battering ram at the castle 
door, the thick pistol-like skewer surged forward, the red, swollen head 
bursting inside Mary's rubbery giving oval depths. 

"AAAARRRRGGGG!!!" 

The brutal entry into her virgin passage by such a huge fleshy penis sent 
searing, flashes of white hot pain smashing against her every nerve ending. 
The-pain was incredible ... it was everywhere about her ... inside her ... 
all around her ... as if she had never known anything but pain. 

Above her, Bob moaned in ecstasy, letting his heavily invading penis sink 
all the way in until the flat surface of his rippling stomach smacked lewdly 
against the bulging moons of his young wife's hopelessly impaled, tightly 
resisting back channel. Bob closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the 
luxurious feel of her tightly clamping nether lips, rippling in rhythmic 
convolutions around his hard, driving prick. And without further ado, began 
to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her 
defenseless anal sheath. 

"Nooooooo ... noooooooooo...." Mary moaned, as his pelvis continually 
smacked loudly against the softness of her firmly rounded young buttocks. He 
rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the tender pink flesh 
follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its 
withdrawal. His long, hard prick disappeared all the way up her tightly 
resisting anus with each cruel thrust so that none of it could be seen as it 
buried its way into the tight open crevice of her behind. 

Mary's face was flushed a bright red ... her long hair lay in damp patches 
down her sweat soaked back. In all her life, she had never dreamed that she 
would someday be sodomized like this and then, for some reason she could not 
fathom, the pain began to be pleasurable in a strangely erotic way and then 
almost without her knowing it, she felt a maddening masochistic joy begin to 
spread throughout her pain racked body. She could almost feel herself 
splitting open for the power and pressure Bob was exerting deep down inside 
her helplessly stretched anal sheath, but she gritted her teeth and started 
to do all the things she was sure Bob wanted her to do. 

She began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of his hard driving 
loins and undulating her body moving her high waving buttocks in tiny 
sensuous circles. By tiny degree after degree the pain lessened and a 
definite stimulation began to blend in with it. She bared her teeth and 
wagged her head from side to side, her hair a crazed entanglement hanging 
over her face as Bob rammed into her again and again. 

She was being sodomized! Forced into this lewdly slavish debasement by her 
own husband and the very thought sent a huge ripple of perverse pleasure 
coursing through her. Each time his brute thrust would drive her forward, 
she would squirm back onto his masculine hardness until soon she was filled 
with an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become pleasure. The 
humiliation, pure joy! 

"Aaaahhh ... AAAHHH!!" she sighed as the sensuous thrills expanded from her 
abused anal tunnel to every part of her now totally submissive body. She 
knew it was wrong, and knowing this made her enjoy it all the more ... in 
fact, every time she visualized herself as someone else might see her, she 
felt an undeniable surge of pure passion. She felt as though she was truly 
Bob's ... his willing slave. 

Mary groaned like a crazy woman, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, 
panting like a bitch in heat as she threw her ass back at her husband in a 
maddening circular motion. This was what Bob had always wanted and now he 
was getting it ... he could and would do with her as he liked. And he was 
... digging his poker hot penis into her tight anal passage and leaving it 
there, hearing her moan and mewl with delight as he wiggled his hips and 
probed, moving around inside her anyway he liked! 

The sounds of Mary's obvious pleasure sent Bob into a new frenzy of 
increased lust and he rammed into her widely stretched depths with a renewed 
fervor that nearly sent her sprawling across the room. 

Digging his prick into her and leaving it there, he listened to her groan 
while he simply joggled his loins and moved it gently around in her dark 
rubbery channel like a slithering snake. He slipped it back out until just 
the red, swollen tip remained buried inside her and then plunged it right in 
again in one long, agonizingly smooth stroke. Then changing tactics, he 
began rubbing rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering 
buttocks with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his 
fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding 
cock like slipping on a skin tight glove. His eyes bulged wide at the 
spectacle of her young body bucking wildly before him and the sadistic 
desire to hurt her rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty 
thrust that seared up her absurdly stretched anus like a wild brush fire. 

Mary let out a low, throaty whining noise that almost sent Bob out of his 
mind as cursing and almost screaming himself he reached forward Under her 
kneeling body to grab onto her hanging twin breasts, filling each hand with 
the soft fleshiness. Mary fucked back at her husband with even more power, 
her untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from 
her fiery rectum. She was going to cum too! 

"AH ... AAAHHH ... AAHHHH!!!" 

Bob gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths and his 
wife's wildly clutching behind responded hungrily. And beneath his 
back-breaking attack, Mary felt the first delicious torrents of her 
husband's hot, white semen exploding into the dark depths of her rectum, its 
heat surging through her body like a volcanic eruption. The never before 
felt sensation touched off her own climax and she screamed as the great gush 
of pleasure rippled through her. Bob's white, thick male sperm came in Wave 
after gushing wave of unabashed pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying 
heights. Mary's anal muscles were climaxing all around his cock, milking and 
massaging at it as it had never been before. Bob screamed out in pleasure as 
he smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body beneath his, his spending cock 
still deeply thrust between the gyrating cheeks of her soft, still gently 
trembling buttocks. 

"What a sweet hot butt!" he cried out in his final spasm, "Give me your cum. 
COME ON, GIVE ME YOUR TIGHT ASSED CUM!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Come tonight ... any time after nine ... and we'll talk!" 

Ed Tierra put down the phone. He had been getting ready to go to the office 
when the call came through. He sat behind his desk staring at the large 
portrait of his wife, Leslie, that was hung on the wall. He liked this one 
much better than the one he had in his Powell Street office, because in it 
Leslie was completely nude, stretched out on the alpaca chaise lounge he had 
brought back for her from his last trip to South America. The reddish brown 
and white fur complimented her russet colored locks, and Ed was glad that he 
had insisted that the portrait include a generous view of his lovely wife's 
matching pubic fleece. 

But this exciting view only provided a background for his primary thoughts 
as he sat in his study. What he was really thinking about was his 19 year 
old sister's call. She had certainly sounded distraught, he mused, stirring 
his gin and orange juice with his long thick finger. But as to why she 
wouldn't go into it over the phone...."Too personal" she'd muttered. 

Ed opened up his desk drawer and pulled out the photos of Natalie ... he now 
had pictures of her with the dog, Lobo, to add to his collection. He looked 
at the small brunette's lithe and sensuous body as she appeared in the 
series of pictures he had ordered from the girl and the man he assumed was 
her "manager". It had been quite a disappointment for him to find out that 
he couldn't have an evening with the girl by herself at any price, so he'd 
settled for the pictures as a souvenir, and decided to invite her back often 
for his little evening entertainments. 

"By all rights," he thought, absentmindedly rifling through the lewdly 
pornographic photographs, "my little sister ought to be in seventh heaven 
... I've just given that husband of hers a job that almost any architect 
would give his eye teeth for." He recalled Bob's visit on the previous day 
with some amusement. He really was fond of the boy, he thought ... perhaps I 
gave him a little too much of a shock ... but, no, that couldn't be it ... 
he really seemed to take it all in his stride, from the size of his cock in 
that little typist's mouth! From the looks of him, he had seemed to need 
something just like that, Ed thought, getting up and finishing putting his 
tie on. Maybe little Mary isn't putting out for him!? That could certainly 
lead to some marital problems! 

He had never before thought of his sister in these terms, but now that he 
had, he found it most interesting. As he drove his Mercedes into town, he 
resolved that when Mary came to see him that night, he would certainly try 
to give her a few pointers about how to treat a man! For a while, he toyed 
with the idea of getting Leslie to talk to her, if indeed her problem seemed 
to lie in that direction. 

Once in the office he directed himself immediately to the new office that 
Bob was to occupy. He found his young brother-in-law already there, making 
arrangements for the redecoration of the small suite of rooms as Ed had told 
him to do. 

"Morning, Bob!" Ed said, reaching his hand out. His keen eyes appraised the 
tall handsome blonde man's features. He found him pale, his expression one 
of a man with deep worries. 

"Had a little tiff, eh?" Ed asked as soon as the formalities of greeting 
were over. 

Surprised, Bob replied frankly in the affirmative. He had no intention of 
going into details, but he did go so far as to imply that the unorthodox 
happenings at Ed's office had indirectly caused a blow-up of some sort 
between him and Mary. 

"Well, suppose I got Leslie to talk to her ... sort of give her the idea 
that men will be men and that sort of thing...." Ed said, beaming brightly. 

Bob visualized his gorgeous sister-in-law ... and thought that she certainly 
would be the kind of woman who could tell Mary a thing or two. He was tired 
of getting into rages against his wife when deep down, he really did love 
her, even though she had often enough accused him of the contrary! 

The thought that a few words with Leslie might straighten Mary out 
completely, or at least put her on the right track, was very tempting, to 
say the least. 

"Well ... yes ... that sounds great...." he answered finally. "I don't 
pretend to be completely right about these things, ... I gu-guess Mary just 
hasn't had much experience in life...." 

"Always very sheltered ... you know she's the baby that came along when Mom 
and Dad didn't think they were going to have any more. Everyone thought my 
mother was too old, but she proved them wrong ... nevertheless, they treated 
Mary like she was a little angel, rather than a real live girl!" 

Bob was embarrassed to realize that he didn't even know these details about 
his wife. He suddenly felt that he hadn't been understanding enough. 
Certainly there was no excuse for what he had done to her the night before, 
but he hadn't been able to help himself. 

"Great!" Ed said, rising to go into his own office. "We'll set it up for 
tonight then ... and I'll go and let you get settled in here. Don't forget 
the Board meeting at 3:00!" 

* * * 

Mary had borrowed the neighbors VW again, and she had been driving around 
San Francisco for hours, just so she didn't have to be at home when Bob 
returned from work. She just couldn't face him after last night. Her soft 
trim little buttocks were still sore, as she sat in the driver's seat and 
went up and down still another hill. She was thankful that she at least had 
someone to talk to. Her older brother would help her to understand the 
things that were going on in her husband ... of that much she was sure! She 
pulled up in front of the house a few minutes after nine. Once more a thrill 
went through her when she saw just how opulently her brother could afford to 
live. She turned off the ignition and adjusted the skirt of the suit she had 
chosen to wear for this delicate meeting. She thought it struck just the 
right note, being demure, but also very attractive. The top was a closely 
cut bodice of blue linen that cupped the softness of her hidden breasts 
snugly, and the skirt was of the new longer length that was so much in vogue 
that season. She thought it made her legs look much more sophisticated than 
the short mini skirts she'd been wearing. Even though she was still 
technically a teenager, she had been anxious to do away with that image, 
especially since she was now a married woman. 

But, she thought as she patted her hair back in place and climbed the steps 
to her wealthy brother's house, the way things were going it didn't look 
like she was going to be married that much longer. The thought was 
depressing and frightening, and she managed to choke back a sob just as the 
large white paneled door opened wide. 

Leslie Tierra stood in the doorway, resplendent in a flowing lounging gown 
of a soft flowery print. Her long red hair was brushed and shining, and her 
eyes contained the same tinge of humor that they usually did. 

"Mary...." she said, leaning over to kiss the smaller woman on the cheek. "I 
must go out this evening, but Ed is waiting for you ... we have a little 
cold chicken and some pate left over from dinner, if you're hungry ... you 
should enjoy that and a little champagne." She was leading the younger woman 
into the living room where Mary could already smell the cigarette smoke that 
signaled that her brother was there. Ed got up from an easy chair and 
greeted his baby sister. 

"Hello, darling," he said, giving her an affectionate bear hug. "Come sit 
down right away ... have a drink ... have two ... you look a bit frazzled. 
Just relax and let yourself sink into that chair over there. The best chair 
in the entire house ... that's it ... lean back in it now ... There! Isn't 
that great!" 

Mary did as she was told. She was only too glad to be in someone else's 
hands ... to not have to think about anything for a few moments at any rate. 
She reclined in the adjustable chair, letting her feet rise above the level 
of her head, listening to the sound of her brother making drinks at the over 
stocked bar, while she rested her eyes for a blissful second. Leslie had 
disappeared, and she returned briefly just as Mary was gratefully accepting 
a tall frosty glass from her brother. 

"I'm afraid I'll be quite late," Leslie said, and Mary noticed that the 
beautiful woman had changed into a satiny dress of a transparent yellow that 
showed off her statuesque figure to great advantage. 

It occurred to her that Bob would never let her go out in a dress like that, 
and she felt a renewal of the depression she'd been feeling all day long. 
Perhaps her differences with Bob were so great that they would never be 
solved! She watched enviously as Ed tenderly kissed his wife 
goodbye...."Where was she going?" Mary wondered. 

"Have a good time, hoh ... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Ed chided 
her. 

"How could I possibly find anything you wouldn't do?" Leslie replied with a 
flash of her green eyes, and Mary saw for the first time that she wasn't 
wearing any bra under her dress. The complete outline of her nakedly exposed 
breasts showed clearly beneath the thinly clinging material. A funny feeling 
went through her as she saw this, but she couldn't quite define it ... a 
mixture of jealousy and outrage perhaps, but she wasn't sure. She realized 
that she just wasn't sure of anything anymore! 

Ed watched his beloved wife walk away from him, and once more marveled at 
the incredible shape of her sensuously jiggling behind. 

"What an ass!" he said out loud, before returning to his chair and his 
stinger. 

He noticed that Mary was blushing a deep crimson, and laughed. "Sorry, 
didn't mean to offend you, my dear ... but, you've got to admit ... it's 
true!" Ed thought about the place that his wife was going that evening. A 
little "party in the neighborhood" where some of their more intimate friends 
would be. He had forgotten all about it when he'd told Mary to come over, 
and so instead of canceling either one completely, he decided to have a 
little chat with his sister himself, and to send Leslie to the party alone. 
Some of the men there, he mused, would not be overly sad that he had not 
attended with her! He felt a little sad himself not to be getting in on the 
feminine treats whom he knew would be at the Simmon's place tonight. He felt 
really in the mood for a piece of tail ... and the thought that Leslie was 
probably going to get fucked within an inch of her life made him feel gyped! 
Nevertheless, he reasoned, the family business comes first. Perhaps he would 
be able to join Leslie at the party later on, once he had straightened out 
his little sister's problems. 

"Stinger on the rocks" he said out loud. "Nice drink, but potent ... be 
careful ... it's the brandy ... sneaks up on you and clobbers you over the 
head. But that's what I like about them!" She looked so frail, he thought 
... so wan. What on earth had Bob done to her? 

"Now, sweetheart," he said in his best brotherly tone, "what's the trouble?" 

"Well ... I...." Mary thirstily took a large sip of the stinger. It tasted 
smooth and refreshing, and already it seemed to be having a numbing effect 
on her brain. Her troubles were just a little bit less real to her than 
before. 

"It's Bob isn't it ...?" Ed prompted, filling his own glass. At the same 
time he flicked the switch of his tape machine in a mahogany console nearby 
and the room was instantly flooded with the sound of melodious strings and 
piano music. "You've had an argument of some sort...." he added, seeing that 
Mary was still hesitating. At this rate, he'd never get to the party, he 
thought ruefully. 

Suddenly Mary burst into tears. Ed stood watching her, at a loss as to what 
to do. She began to babble forth a torrent of words, sobbing all the while, 
and Ed was only able to make out about every fourth word. 

"It's terrible ... he doesn't love me anymore ... he ... he ... ATTACKED me 
last night ... I don't know why ... he should have been in a good mood after 
getting the job and all ... but he called me the most terrible names and he 
... he did unnatural things to me!!!!" 

"Unnatural?" Ed asked, suddenly more interested. "Like what...." 

There was a new flood of tears and Ed went over to his petite sister, and 
put his arms around her, perching on the edge of her chair. 

"What?" he repeated. 

"He ... he ... well, he's been getting rougher and rougher with me...." 

"You mean in bed?" Ed asked pointedly. 

"Y ... yes! ... and he took me ... from the back ... in my...." 

"OH!" Ed exclaimed. "I see...." 

"Oh, Ed, what am I going to do ... he hurt me so much and all he ever wants 
to do now is hurt me ... he says I don't do the things he wants me to do ... 
but I'm not some common slut who'll do those dirty things...." 

"Oh, come on...." Ed said. "Come, come ... not only common sluts do such 
things, my love, but very respectable matrons have been known to 
indulge...." 

"But ... but I...." 

"Have another drink ... and I'll fill you in on the facts of life, honey ... 
apparently no one else has till now!" 

Mary stared at her older brother wide-eyed. He was standing above her now, 
handsome in his lounging jacket, a light smile playing about his thin lips. 
"Come on upstairs. I've got some books for you to look at ... you can take 
them home too if you'll promise to bring them back!" 

Mary protested, already realizing by Ed's tone that he didn't have the 
sympathy for her plight that she'd thought he would. It was positively 
humiliating to have told the lewd details about what Bob had done to her and 
to find that he was almost taking Bob's side. 

"I'm leaving...." she said, but he pulled her along by the hand, carrying 
the pitcher full of stingers in the other hand. He made her walk up the 
steps in front of him, and followed her up the wide, sweeping staircase that 
led to the second floor. 

Mary walked before him in a daze. Her tears were dry now, but she felt a 
bitterness rising inside her. It seemed like the entire world was in 
conspiracy against her! 

She sat in a big bedroom chair while Ed got several leather bound books down 
from a shelf. Accepting his offer of another stinger, she drank it with a 
feeling of vengeance. 

"I might as well get drunk" she thought. "Bob can go out and come home 
stinking drunk, why can't I!?" Cynically she grabbed hold of the first book 
that Ed handed her, asking for another drink at the same time. She opened 
the book without looking at its title and was shocked to see a full color 
photograph of a naked man and woman. Her head felt like it was spinning, and 
she almost dropped the heavy book, but Ed caught it and placed it back in 
her hands. 

The full flesh tones of the beautiful woman's body were reproduced 
faithfully as she was caught in the act of being mounted from the rear by a 
large, muscular oriental man. The woman's pale skin made a startling 
contrast to the tan skin of the man, and the man's enormous reddish colored 
penis was penetrating the wide open brown puckered bud of the woman's anus. 
The expression on the woman's face was one of excruciating pain, and Mary 
knew just how the woman felt. Ed hung over his sister's shoulder watching 
her reactions. 

"Turn the page...." he urged. On the next page the man had slipped his big 
hard cock still further inside the softness of the kneeling woman's 
proffered buttocks, and his large hands gripped the plump flesh on either 
side, spreading the large tender cheeks so that his hanging testicles could 
fit right into the crack underneath. The expression on the woman's face this 
time was one of pure bliss. She was now face down on the bed, her breasts 
softly crushed into the spread, her arms reaching down underneath her, where 
her hands could be seen toying with the dark surrounding tendrils of her own 
swollen pussy. 

"ED, NO ... I can't look at these filthy pictures!!" she cried. "Please ... 
take your books back...." 

Ignoring her, Ed turned the page again, reaching over Mary's shoulder. This 
time the picture showed the same buxom woman, her legs wide spread upon a 
large canopied bed. The camera angle showed the glistening wet interior of 
her shining black fleece lined pussy, the coral and red gem-like tissues and 
the tiny vaginal slit nestled below. Mary stared at the picture as though 
transfixed. She had never really seen anything like it before ... she'd 
never really looked at herself, either, and it was something of a revelation 
to see what it was she looked like down there between the legs. 

There was something really obscene about it, though, and she felt a terrible 
embarrassment about the fact that she and Ed both were looking at the 
picture at the same time. It was almost as though he were looking at her! 

Ed was thinking the same thing. In fact, he felt distinctly disturbed by the 
fact that in the next book he had to show Mary there were pictures of 
Natalie that he had had bound together. His lusty cock was already stiff and 
hard just thinking about it, and something about the scent of Mary's body 
made him feel like getting closer to her. 

It was silly, he thought, but he really wanted to see how Mary would react 
to a picture of the young girl who looked so much like her! 

"This book!" he said, replacing the book hastily and placing a loose-leaf 
notebook in her hands. 

The picture showed Natalie lying in a similar position to that of the other 
woman ... only there was Lobo bending over her, his large hanging dog's 
tongue out to take a delicious swipe at the tempting morsel of her downy 
widespread cunt as it lay openly exposed and waiting for his animalistic 
licking! 

"OH!!" Mary gasped. The girl looked so much like herself that she was taken 
aback. At first it almost seemed true, as though in some dream world or life 
she had done this horrible thing ... but then, as she continued staring at 
the picture she could see that it was indeed another young girl ... one even 
younger than she! The perversity of the picture was such that she felt a 
funny stirring in her loins ... as though she were being reminded of a long 
lost previous existence when she allowed such things, when she was a wanton 
creature living only for her body ... the kind of woman her husband seemed 
to be demanding that she become!!! 

"Oh...." she repeated, continuing to look at the lascivious photograph. The 
girl had an expression on her face that gave the impression that she 
couldn't wait for the furry creature to dip his long rough red tongue into 
her softly yielding vagina. 

"Oh, God...." Mary thought. The idea popped into her head that she would 
like to know what that would feel like ... and as soon as she thought it, 
she was overwhelmed by such guilt that she didn't know what to do. The fact 
that her older brother was leaning over her, watching her, touching her ... 
his breath falling on her face, made her feel another surge of forbidden 
excitement. WHAT WAS SHE DOING HERE ANYWAY ... WHAT WAS GOING ON? 

Hastily she raised her stinger glass to her lips and drank the last of it. 
It left a sweet mint taste in her mouth that was pungent and good. She felt 
very drunk ... very confused. 

"Come on over here...." Ed said huskily. 

Mary stood up, trying to ignore the electricity that had just passed from 
her brother to herself. She felt dizzy and started to sway. 

"I ... I think I'd better he down...." she said. 

He led her to the large double bed he shared with Leslie, and placed her on 
it, leaning down to help her remove her shoes. But after he had taken them 
off, something inside him made him continue. Slowly he unfastened her skirt, 
and began to pull it down. 

"Get comfortable...." he said. "Rest awhile...." But he wanted to see what 
she looked like ... he finally admitted to himself that he wanted to see 
just how much his baby sister resembled the girl in the picture ... he 
wanted to see everything! 

Mary lay still. She was dimly aware of what was happening, and it always 
seemed that she was about to stop it at any minute ... that she was about to 
jump up off her older brother's bed and run out of the room ... run home ... 
but it never happened ... time got caught somewhere, and she was nude ... 
completely nude on her brother's bed ... the cool air-conditioning of the 
room wafting over her, as her brother stared down at her. It entered her 
head that this was all part of his helping her ... it was a kind of therapy 
... she had read about strange things that happened these days in encounter 
groups and in psychoanalysis. Everything was going to be worked out by what 
was happening to her right then. She didn't feel frightened at all actually 
... for some reason it felt completely normal by the time she was totally 
undressed. 

Why not? she thought. It's only my brother!!! 

Ed looked at the luscious form of his sister's excitingly exposed body, 
taking in the pert brown nipples that stuck so proudly in the air atop large 
sensuous breasts that seemed to be aching for his touch. And touch them he 
would. Hurriedly, without even thinking about it, he began to get out of his 
clothes. "Just he down...." he cautioned. "Don't move!" His voice was husky 
with desire. "Just spread your legs a little bit!" 

Ed felt a transformation come over him. He wasn't really himself anymore. As 
simply as if somewhere someone had pressed a button or pulled a switch, he 
could see Lobo, the big German Shepherd ... his large meaty tongue dangling 
before the jewel pink widespread slit of the 17 year old Natalie. It had 
been Mary all along ... Mary who had so intrigued him ... he knew it now 
that she was resplendently nude, softly breathing before him. Natalie had 
only been a poor imitation ... a replacement ... filling in for the real 
thing. AND HERE SHE WAS!! 

Ever so gently, he touched her slightly trembling thighs. Mary jumped 
slightly, but did not move away. 

"OH, HONEY!" he thought to himself ... but did not dare speak for fear of 
scaring her away. "OH YOU DOLL, YOU!" 

With infinite patience, he slowly pressed her thighs open ... spreading them 
apart so that the baby tight pussy, surrounded by thin teasing tendrils of 
jet black silk-like pubic hair was defenseless, open to his gaze. Slowly, he 
knelt up between her legs, his giant cock dangling almost ludicrously in 
front of him. He was going to do to her what he had watched Lobo the dog do 
to Natalie ... he was going to suck his baby sister's little pussy good! 

Her sweet pungent pussy pressed hotly against his face and he quickly 
separated the soft, curly fuzz that surrounded his beautiful young sister's 
tight moistened vaginal slit, using the thumbs of both hands. Then without 
hesitating for even an instant, he flicked his tongue forward, burying the 
moist organ into the widespread warmth of the young girl's openly presented 
cunt. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!" Mary squealed out as she felt her older brother's tongue 
insinuating itself inside her secret depths. 

"Nooooooo ... Ed ... we mustn't ... we mustn't...." she whimpered half 
heartedly. But Ed's flickering tongue lost no time in probing into the 
sensitive tissues of her futily resisting passage, probing wetly about with 
a fervent swirling that made her forget about any such protestations. 

With a small cry, Mary quickly tangled her hands in her brother's thick 
black hair in an attempt to push his head back, but her hands only seemed to 
make the inevitable happen faster for his lips were now pressed into the 
burning crevice of her flowering open vagina. 

Ed's palms pushed against the inside of her quivering thighs to prevent her 
from closing her legs as he warmed to his lewd task and began a slow 
torturous teasing with his tongue and lips of her secret pink cuntal flesh. 
He would let his tongue lay wide and flat in the soft hair fringed folds and 
crevices of her cunt then curl it slowly up to savor the gently textured 
inner flesh. 

Mary lay back, her eyes wide with disbelief. What more could happen to her 
now. Here she was in her own brother's house ... in his very bed ... with 
him kneeling obscenely between her widespread legs, his tongue buried deeply 
into her welcoming cuntal channel and she was loving it ... she wanted this 
sucking ... needed it as she had never needed anything else before ... it 
seemed so right that she should be getting this wonderful pleasure from Ed 
... her older brother.... 

Her reverie was shattered suddenly when Ed's tongue made an extra deep lunge 
into her dark recesses." 

"Oooooohhhhhhh, God ... God ... Ooohhh ... aaahhh" she moaned out her 
pleasure, whimpering and squirming beneath his attack while Ed greedily 
licked at her delicate private genitals. Mary groaned over and over, her 
hands pulling at Ed's hair, her back arched as much as possible as the 
depravity continued. Her mind was a swirl of confusion as the potent 
stingers took their toll on the susceptible nineteen year old girl. 

Ed's agile tongue worked at his little sister's defenseless cunt, spearing 
in and out of her proffered widespread vagina, slipping back and forth over 
the heat of the tiny throbbing clitoris. Suddenly the full impact of what 
was really happening began to dawn on Mary. An image of what they must look 
like flashed across her mind and she was shocked when once more she realized 
that this man who was licking greedily at her openly exposed pussy was her 
own brother. She knew she would never be the same again after this night. 
But still she couldn't do anything to stop. She craved this delicious 
treatment her brother was giving her ... this warm sensuality that her 
husband seemed to lack. She stared down and watched Ed's head bobbing up and 
down and wiggling back and forth between her fully parted thighs. And as she 
watched, a tremor of perverted desire sparkled to life inside her in spite 
of the depravity that was being perpetrated on her. The tremulous sensations 
grew with each passing second, mushrooming in her quivering belly, rushing 
up to overcome her with an overwhelming torrent of lust. 

Ed could sense his sister's complete surrender to his oral attack and as he 
sucked voraciously at her wide open slit, he glanced up and could see her 
eyes roll back in their sockets as a violent shudder overtook her body and 
her long tapering legs drew up and flailed out even wider in complete 
subjugation to him. 

He increased his attack on the young teenager, doubling his ferocious 
muzzling of Mary's tight widespread pussy and in return she began to screw 
her pelvis up toward her brother's face, pushing steadily as though she 
wanted him to swallow her madly inflamed pussy. 

"Yyyeeeeessss ... mmmmoooorrreee ... ohh she moaned over and over, huge 
goose pimples forming on the surfaces of her creamy flesh, beads of cold 
perspiration popping out on her forehead. She sobbed and shook, completely 
out of control, caught in the raging fire that threatened to devour her. Her 
full, pale thighs jerked up as with a low wail of submission she placed them 
up around Ed's massive shoulders, pulling his wagging face still closer to 
the tortuous turmoil in her wildly straining pussy. Ah thoughts of her 
husband were gone, burned in the licking flames that consumed her 
shamelessly aroused body as she bucked her hips up into the wonderful 
piercing pleasure that she had to have. 

"Oh, Ed!" she cried out. "That sucking ... sucking ... it feels so 
goooodddd!!" 

Ed's attack on her secret pubic vee was creating a veritable whirlwind of 
electrifying chills throughout her body. The incredible pleasure rippled 
from her loins now puckered up inside her brother's mouth where his tongue 
and teeth flicked at it, sucking up the ultra sensitive button of her 
clitoris with the other tissues. 

"Ohhhh ... yeeess. . mooreeee ... yeeeessssss ... eeeeeddddd . ... yesssss 
... suck me . ... suck me!" 

"Christ!" Ed thought to himself as his mouth and tongue worked wildly in his 
beautiful teenage sister's madly driving loins. Her little flowering cunt 
fit almost completely into his furiously working mouth and it tasted like a 
sweet honeysuckle to him. Now lapping and sucking, his eyes rolling wide 
open in their sockets, Ed took in the unbelievable sight of his little 
sister's face as she responded to his lewd ministrations. This was some 
fucking better time than going to the neighbor's party! He was giving her 
the best sucking she would ever have, he knew, and a delight took hold of 
him as he realized just how much pleasure he was giving her. Her eyes were 
half closed, her mouth hanging open a little as she moaned out his name. The 
twin fleshy mounds of her breasts quivered as though waiting for his hands 
to conquer them. He moved his hands up along her body toward them and cupped 
them, tweaking the pink hardness of her pebble-like nipples with unrelenting 
fury. 

Loud sucking noises emanated from the wide open area of her pubic vee as Ed 
continued his ravenous cunt licking. Kneeling on all fours between Mary's 
wide open and straining thighs, he felt like the wild dog that had done the 
exact same thing to the young girl in his den a few evenings ago. 

Mary's hands curled down into her older brother's hair in wild abandon to 
the delicious spasms that darted throughout her wildly aroused nerves. She 
was enjoying it beyond all measure. The darting licking flames were claiming 
more of her attention than anything had ever done before and she felt 
herself beginning to come apart at the seams. Mewling and moaning out her 
pleasure she clenched her teeth tight together as the first low sour 
stirring spears of orgasm were roused from deep in her churning loins. 

"OOOOHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHMMMMM!!" 

Ed licked furiously, moving his hands back to cup Mary's sensuously 
squirming buttocks as they wagged in involuntary surrender to the erotic 
tune her brother was playing on her fully exposed, now hotly seeping vaginal 
slit. Finally her madly quivering pussy gave way beneath his probing 
searching tongue and she ground herself savagely up into his mouth as the 
coming threshold of climax brimmed over and she was bursting all around him. 

"OH OH OH OH OH OH!!! NOOOOOWWWWWWYYYYEEEEESSS!! I'M 
CUMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" 

Mary's young tender teenage body flailed wildly as the thunderous waves of 
her complete total orgasm exploded deep in her shaking belly and thick warm 
waves of rich feminine cum splashed hotly into Ed's fiercely sucking mouth 
and as the full pungent odor of his little sister's womanliness reached Ed's 
nostrils, he felt his own huge full erect prick swell even larger and then 
he too exploded, shooting his creamy white hot cum up out of the swollen 
tip, and he knew that this was only the beginning. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Leslie tiptoed away from the bedroom door. She had just witnessed a lot of 
unusual sights in her life, she thought, but the one she had just seen took 
the cake!! 

She had returned around 12:30 from the Simmon's party, having become bored 
with the evening. "The same old people every time," she had thought earlier 
as she was driving home! She would just have to decline the next invitation! 
It wasn't that Jack Simmons didn't have a really nice-sized cock that he 
knew how to handle or that the others, Tom Lansing, and Jim Borgman, or that 
former state Senator weren't good ... it was just that she was tired of them 
... and their wives. Her long trim legs still felt a little trembly from the 
way Jack Simmons had held them almost in a split while Jim slid his giant 
cock ... God, it was long, she recalled, all the way into her palpitatingly 
taut vaginal slit! 

"That had been pretty nice," she thought as she climbed the stairs. She 
assumed that Mary had long since gone home, but when she reached the top of 
the stairs, it was immediately evident that her young sister-in-law was 
still there ... in her bed with Ed!! 

She watched them from her dressing room which was directly connected to the 
master bedroom, not quite believing her eyes as she saw her husband with his 
darling baby sister ... a girl who looked as though butter wouldn't melt in 
her mouth! She and Ed were long past being jealous of each other ... not in 
the usual way anyway ... but this was a completely different category of 
events ... this was incest! As she continued watching, Leslie had to admit 
that Mary had an absolutely beautiful little body ... and that she was 
really going to town with it! She hadn't seen Ed so excited in many a year 
... of course this wasn't any run of the mill girl ... this was his sister! 
She changed clothes while still in the dressing room, listening to the lewd 
sex noises as they climbed and diminished bit by bit in the next room. 

"God!" she thought as she slipped on her nightgown and its matching 
pegnoire...."I wish I'd caught the beginning!" She was pleased that she'd 
returned earlier than usual from the party, otherwise she might never have 
known ... and above all, Leslie wanted to know what was going on! She 
couldn't rely on Ed to tell her everything that he did ... not that he was 
really hiding anything from her ... it was just that he liked to keep 
certain things to himself. This would no doubt be one of them! 

The soft rustle of clothing came to her through the dressing room door, and 
Leslie didn't even bother to crack it open again to see what was happening. 
She knew that Mary was probably getting dressed now, and that both she and 
Ed felt guilty as hell. Good! she thought ... that's what they get for 
having so much fun in my bed! She heard the bedroom door open and close and 
then the sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Not a word was spoken. 
She giggled a little to herself, delighted with her secret knowledge. She 
was also pleased that she had watched Ed's special show the other evening 
from a hidden door ... otherwise she never would have known about the dog 
business! Ed neglected to tell her there would be an animal involved ... not 
just the usual stripping or public masturbation. She'd also been interested 
to note that Mary's husband, Bob, had enjoyed the show thoroughly although 
she had been disappointed when she hadn't been able to get a look at his 
cock ... she'd already seen ah the other men's who were there! That wasn't 
any fun! 

Sitting at her dressing table, she examined her creamy complexioned skin, 
beginning to rub it with a little queen bee jelly ointment, which she had 
great faith would prevent her from getting premature wrinkles. Picking up 
the antique telephone that sat on her dresser, she dialed information. 

"Do you have a new listing for ... let me see now ... oh, yes, Mr. Robert 
Moore?" 

There was a pause and then the operator came back on the line. "Yes, this 
telephone was just installed today ... the number is 877-3244." 

"Thank you very much, operator," Leslie answered, pushing the button down 
with her index finger. She didn't have much time ... already she could hear 
the sound of Mary's car leaving the garage where it had been parked. That 
was why she hadn't seen it when she drove up, since she usually just kept 
her little Triumph sports car right in front of the house. 

* * * 

Bob drove the freeway into San Francisco, doing 80 all the way. He didn't 
even recognize the little VW that passed by going in the other direction, 
since it was the neighbor's car anyway. But if he had he might have seen 
Mary's distraught face as she made her way back to the houseboat. Even 
though it was after 1:00 a.m., he was under the impression that he was going 
to see his wife at her brother's house. Leslie's phone call had been vague 
at best. All she had told him was to come right away, and that she would 
meet him at the side entrance. He had been impatiently waiting for Mary's 
return, carefully formulating the words of apology that he hoped would 
appease her. 

But now he didn't know what to think. Leslie had sounded as though there 
might be some emergency. The urgent tone of her husky low voice had given 
him the chills. The house was dark as he drove up, and he began to look for 
the side entrance. Finding a narrow walk that went around the side of the 
big white house, he went down it, past large clumps of blooming hydrangeas 
toward the small lighted doorway that he could now see in the distance. 
Reaching it, he was about to knock when the door swung silently open. 

"Hello...." Leslie said, and he found himself looking at his sister-in-law's 
scantily clad shape. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the enticingly 
presented area of her large closely pressed together breasts, where they 
snuggled inside a tight bra top of black cotton. Her midriff was also bare, 
and only the briefest bikini covered the bottom half of one of the most 
magnificent womanly forms that Bob had ever seen. He couldn't for the life 
of him imagine why she would be dressed in such an outfit at that hour of 
the night, but he really couldn't complain. 

"Well, come on in...." Leslie said, "Don't just stand there staring!" 

Bob had almost forgotten the purpose of his visit. Blushing, he entered the 
dark room, trying to accustom his eyes to the lack of light. 

"Mary ... is she here?" he said, looking around what appeared to be the 
kitchen. 

"As a matter-of-fact, she's already left Leslie said, "however, I wanted you 
to come so we would talk about her...." 

"You mean she's gone home already...." 

"Oh, yes ... you may even have passed her on the road! Just follow me ... I 
think we'll be more comfortable downstairs...." She led the way to a door 
that opened onto the playroom steps. "Downstairs," she said, "I have a 
little gym set up down there ... where I do my exercises ... I've just been 
doing a few...." she added. 

The room was dimly lit but Bob could make out sets of various gym equipment, 
and the floor was strewn with mats. Incongruously there was a bar in the 
comer near what seemed to be a sauna bath. It was the kind of wooden 
structure that Bob had seen photographs of ... and he had often wanted to 
build one himself. 

"Sit down...." Leslie said, pointing to one of the mats, and Bob noticed 
there was not a chair to be seen in the entire room. "You won't mind if I 
continue my exercises while we talk, will you?" Without waiting for a 
response, Leslie lay down on a mat nearby and began to do a series of 
exercises. From his position, Bob had an embarrassingly clear view of the 
full raised mound of her pubic vee that was so scantily covered by the tiny 
piece of black cotton of her panties. He remained just where he was, 
watching with a growing confusion as Leslie spread her legs wide and in a 
sitting position bent down to touch each toe, placing her head on her thigh 
with each stretch. Each time she remained down a little longer, and Bob 
found himself focusing on the little curly hairs of his sister-in-law's 
hidden pussy, where they peeped out from underneath the slender vee shape of 
her panties. Her secret cuntal flesh seemed unusually large and he couldn't 
help wondering just how she looked without those panties on. 

"Fix yourself a drink ... I don't usually have anything while I'm 
exercising." 

Bob went over to the bar and poured himself a large gin and tonic. 

"Do you usually do this at this hour?" he asked, incredulously. 

"Sometimes...." Leslie Tierra replied, "Yes, sometimes I do!" She changed 
her position and, this time lying on her back, she raised her legs all the 
way up, swinging them back over her head so that her toes touched the mat 
behind her. This gave Bob, who was now standing up looking down at his 
bountifully made sister-in-law ... a splendid look at the little crack of 
flesh that was her curl surrounded cunt. The material of her thin panties 
caught in the long narrow slit, and Bob could see a slight bit of moisture 
there. 

His dormant penis was beginning to come to life. Unsuccessfully, he tried to 
turn his thoughts to something else. 

"Mary ... what about her ... what did she say?" 

"She didn't talk to me...." Leslie said mysteriously. 

"Well, what ... I don't understand...." 

"There's something you ought to know, Bob and I don't know just how to break 
it to you!" 

"What on earth are you talking about!?" 

Bob felt like he was going crazy. What was going on anyway? If Mary hadn't 
been talking to Leslie ... then what had she been doing? Yet, despite 
imagining all sorts of things, he could still feel his elongated cock 
swelling more and more as Leslie remained bent over in the same lewd 
position that almost seemed an invitation of the most blatant sort! 

"Listen, ... I'm going into the sauna ... would you like to join me? It's 
terrific for you ... brings out all the impurities, you know ... I'll tell 
you everything, or at least as much as you ought to know ... and you can get 
healthy at the same time!" She was already headed toward the wooden 
structure, which Bob now realized had been turned on earlier. As she opened 
the door, a billow of fine white steam came flowing out into the room and 
Leslie half disappeared into it. Bob realized he had little choice but to 
follow his maddeningly cryptic in-law. Besides, he was curious about what 
the sauna would be like, and about a few other things besides. 

"Just take off your clothes, Bob," she called out. "Don't worry about 
modesty ... you can't see a thing in here anyway. But hurry ... don't let 
all the steam out!" Once inside, Leslie hastily stepped out of her small 
exercise suit. The steam crowded in around her now completely nude body and 
she could feel it seeping into every little crack and crevice of her softly 
exposed body. It felt wonderful. The mist was so dense and fine that she 
couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her as she sat down on a 
finely polished wooden bench that was the sole furnishing of the Finnish 
type sauna. The moist wood felt firm and slippery on the round cushiony 
forms of her buttocks, and Leslie abandoned herself to a total sensuality as 
the heat and moisture inundated her willingly waiting body. 

She could hardly wait for Bob to join her. She knew that her husband Ed was 
upstairs sleeping soundly, and that in fact he didn't even know that she had 
returned from the Simmons' party quite sometime ago. She had often 
entertained her husband in the sauna, but never anyone else. What better way 
to inaugurate the recently installed machine than with a member of the 
family, she thought. And what better way to get even with Ed for his little 
incestuous transgression than to investigate the possibilities of the 
gorgeous hunk of man his sister had married!? 

Finally, she could see the dark outline of his large masculine body framed 
in the doorway of the sauna. A thrill of excitement coursed through her by 
now profusely perspiring body. She felt deliciously ready for him ... 
totally receptive to what she was about to cause to happen. A profound joy 
stirred in her veins, and she felt a little fluttering in the base of her 
belly, like a hoard of butterflies had been let loose in there. 

What would he feel like ... How would he be? She rose to meet him, moving 
forward as he closed the door behind him. When he turned, she blindly 
stretched out her beautifully tapered arms, and placed them around his neck, 
drawing him to her slippery wet, softly curvaceous naked body. 

"Oh, Bob!" she sighed into his mouth as she felt his already hardened cock 
press stiffly into the flat of her belly. "You are ready, aren't you?" 

Bob hungrily returned the kiss that Leslie's soft wet lips offered him. 
Sweat was already pouring off his body, and he could feel rivulets of it 
sliding between them. He wrapped his arms around her without even 
questioning what he was doing. There was only one thing on his mind now, and 
that was to know the incredible woman who was offering herself to him in the 
bizarre setting of her sauna! It seemed as though he had been waiting to 
feel her nakedly pressing body against his forever ... that everything in 
his life had been building up to this moment ... that the world in fact had 
been created so that he and Leslie Tierra might intertwine their thirsting 
bodies in the privacy of a home sauna! 

"OH, GOD, YOU FEEL GOOD!" he cried. "OH, CHRIST, LESLIE!" 

Slowly they sank down to the wide wooden bench, Leslie pulling him down upon 
her with a passion inspired insistence. "It'll be good...." she said 
enticingly. "You'll see...." 

Bob's now fully erect masculine hardness instantly found the thin 
hair-fringed vertical slit between Leslie's long shapely thighs and he 
pressed the fat, bulbous red tip of it to the pulsing entrance to her 
awaiting vagina. His hips jerked forward violently and his long, hard penis 
slipped easily into the fully lubricated orifice. 

"AAAAAHHHHH...." Leslie sighed as she felt the full length of her young 
brother-in-law's penis slip wetly into her. Even though she had already been 
fucked several times before that evening, Bob's hard youthful cock was the 
best yet. The full length of it slammed up into her hot yielding cunt to the 
very depths of her inner being, warm and taut, stretching the hot fleshy 
sheath with his rigidity and she could feel her pussy growing wetter and 
wetter by the minute. 

"U U U U U NNNNGGGGG!" they grunted simultaneously as both felt the stiff 
penis reaching bottom and smacking harshly against the beautiful older 
woman's cervix. 

Leslie could feel Bob's bloated hanging testicles nudging into the spread 
crack of her upturned behind as she squealed, twisting beneath him with the 
rapture of his animal-like thrust. Oh yes, she thought to herself, this was 
certainly a good idea! 

Bob withdrew and plunged in again, screwing tightly into Leslie's straining 
pussy. And once more he withdrew and plunged into her burning cunt with the 
rock hardness of his throbbingly aroused prick. 

"Oh, Bob ... Bob ... Bob...." she moaned hotly into his neck, sinking her 
sharp little teeth into the taut flesh there. She had almost forgotten how a 
really good man felt! None of the other men, for all their fancy tricks, 
could even come close to this real man fucking she was getting from her 
young brother-in-law! She bucked furiously beneath him, arching her body up 
so that more of his thick penis could enter her, urging him on to smack his 
loins against her harder and harder. 

She felt totally possessed by this young architect as his hard virile body 
blotted her out in ecstasy while he ground her into the hard wooden bench as 
if she were nothing until she would scream out her agonizing pleasure. 

Bob ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh beneath him as she 
strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a 
few inches off the wide bench from the strength of her upward thrusts. She 
moaned ceaselessly now beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her 
legs around his hips as she worked up and down. Her mouth gaped, open wide, 
her head flailing from side to side in wild abandon. 

"Oh, fuck it good . ... it's gooodddd!!" she muttered from between her 
tightly clenched teeth. "Give me your cock, baby ... give me your good hard 
cock!" 

Insanely now, Bob hammered into her, hauling her even tighter up against his 
loins and feeling her draw back her thighs causing the moist clasping hold 
of her pussy to flower in reception of his pistoning cock to greater depths 
inside her. Leslie rolled her head in befogged and delighted bliss as he 
brought her passion filled body to completeness. Her legs snaked out on 
either side of his young, thickly imbedded cock, quivering and twitching 
spasmodically in wild proflicacy as his tongue darted across her sensuous 
red lips and velvety noises of encouragement gurgled in her throat. 

"Now ... hurry ... stick your finger up my ass ... do it ... DO IT!" she 
gasped out, her voice coarse with overwhelming, salacious lust that swept 
over her like an evil, satanic spell she could not control. 

Bob couldn't believe it! First that he was really here fucking his beautiful 
sister-in-law at her own instigation but now, this too! He wasn't sure of 
anything anymore and now, completely lost in the lascivious game she had 
called, he responded to her command, slipping his fingers over the taut 
stretched flesh of her buttocks to find her hidden anus, smooth and hot as 
it worked of itself with her tensing and relaxing. He probed at the tiny 
puckered opening with the tip of his middle finger and it yielded suddenly 
as the thick digit popped inside the soft, rubbery hole, bringing a new 
sound to Leslie's lips as she grunted at the sharp little pain. 

Bob could tell that she was near completion as she gripped him tight between 
her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long hard 
thrusts up into her welcoming cunt. She gurgled beneath him, the sound 
coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He 
knew she was near and he quickened his pace so that he would be ready for 
her when she climaxed. 

"Ooooohhhhh, fuck my pussy ... fuck it goooddd ... fuck, FUCK FUCK!!" she 
chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring 
her brother-in-law on with the pounding of her heels high on his profusely 
sweating back. 

" ' I'm cumming ... CCCUUUMMMIINNGG! she screamed suddenly in wild ecstatic 
abandon She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her madly 
stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he 
saw fit. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her pussy squirming beneath 
him in an uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, 
unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling. 

"Fuck your cunt gooooddddd!!!" Bob yelled out as he hammered into her 
beautiful cunt and felt her vaginal walls secrete their warm gushes of wet, 
molten juices around his plundering cock, flooding his rock hard driving 
shaft and balls while with renewed fire he thrust faster, deeper, with all 
of the strength he could muster and as he felt her jerk and lurch, then 
spasm wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her 
breath laboring in short gasps, he felt his own hot, wet sperm race the full 
length of his spasmodically jerking prick, racking his thick, muscular body 
as it spurted from the beet red tip of his cock, far, far up into her soft, 
welcoming belly. It jerked and spewed in never ending delight inside her and 
she ground her crotch up tight against buried depths. 

It was much later when Bob looked down at Leslie's perfect features ... her 
red hair was lying flat and wet against her head, and he watched as she 
pulled it up and wrapped a white towel around it. The line of her breasts 
was enchanting as her arms lifted above her head. He could feel his 
insatiable cock throbbing anew. He wanted to take her again ... to feel 
himself fucking high up into that little red cunt of hers! Better not be too 
greedy though, he thought, ... better take it easy. He wanted this to happen 
again ... no matter what the complications, he felt that he had to feel this 
woman groaning and grinding up and against his driving loins yet another 
time ... at least one more time! 

"What I wanted to tell you...." she said, pinning the turban in place, "may 
come as a shock ... But, Mary...." 

His wife's name exploded like a time bomb in his head ... It had been hours 
since he'd even thought about her! He concentrated hard on what Leslie was 
about to say, his eyes on the soft full lips that he had so recently nibbled 
in the steamy fog of the sauna. 

"Mary's been unfaithful to you! But since we've had our little meeting ... I 
dare say you've gotten even!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"I'm going out...." Mary said briefly. 

Bob lay on the studio couch, watching his wife suspiciously. He was consumed 
by jealousy ... and all he had really wanted to do since Leslie told him 
about Mary's infidelity was to shake the truth out of her. It hardly 
mattered that he might have driven her to it by his rough ways ... what 
mattered was that she was his wife ... and she was making a fool of him! 
Leslie had laughed when he had professed that Mary's sin was greater than 
his own ... that he felt because Mary was a woman her betrayal was a more 
serious matter than his seemed to be a source of infinite amusement to the 
lovely redhead. But Bob had not seen the humor at all, and he had been 
particularly upset when Leslie had categorically refused to give him any 
further details about who Mary had been with ... how and where! 

Finally, she had seemed to get a sudden idea and, her face shining brightly, 
she suggested that she might arrange for him to know more. 

"I'll call you ... next time she is going to meet him...." Leslie said, 
"Meanwhile I wouldn't say anything about it if I were you!" 

He had watched Mary getting all dolled up to go out without saying a word. 
She had certainly been acting strangely since the night of her supposed 
infidelity. At first he thought that Leslie might have made the whole thing 
up just to tease him ... but when he got home and saw that Mary was sleeping 
on a narrow couch rather than in the bed, his suspicion that Leslie had been 
telling the truth grew. With great difficulty he had controlled his rage and 
had gone to bed, fuming ... all the delights he had known with Leslie were 
erased by his consuming jealousy. 

"Get into bed," he'd told her, "I'll sleep over there!" His eyes mere slits 
of anger, he'd watched her get up and get into bed. The idea that another 
man had touched her was almost too much to take! 

He had only spent a few hours at work that day, and since Ed Tierra hadn't 
come in at all, he didn't feel too bad about leaving at 2:30 p.m. All day 
long he had been at home, observing his young wife's nervousness. 

At about five she had gotten a call, and when he asked her who it was she 
told him it was her brother Ed. He didn't believe her ... but said nothing. 
Now she was going out. He wondered if Leslie knew anything about it ... and 
if she could call him. It was all he could do to let Mary walk out the door. 
She looked beautiful, but very pale and anxious, wearing a pair of green 
slacks and a tight white cashmere sweater that he had given her last 
Christmas. 

"Don't wait up!" she said tensely as she left, and as the door closed behind 
her, leaving him alone in the small houseboat on the bay, he flung the first 
thing he could find at the door. The lamp broke in a thousand pieces and 
simultaneously the telephone rang. Torn between answering it and dashing out 
to follow Mary, he ran to pick up the receiver. 

"Hello, lover...." Leslie cooed. "Remember what we were talking about? Well, 
if you'd like to see with your own eyes ... come over right now ... meet me 
at the side entrance ... like last night." 

"Are they there ... is she meeting him there ... at your house??? If I find 
out you had anything to do with this...!" 

"Oh, believe me ... I'm a perfectly innocent bystander!" Leslie said, "See 
you in a few minutes...." 

After throwing the entire telephone across the room, Bob dashed out of the 
house. He jumped into his old Nash and drove like a maniac across the 
bridge, thinking that he might even catch up with Mary on the way. But he 
saw no sign of her, and even when about 20 minutes later he pulled up in 
front of the Tierra house, he looked in vain for the beat up little 
Volkswagen that his wife was driving. 

He parked and ran around to the side of the house. It was just starting to 
get dark. The heavy perfume of the flowers was nauseating to him as he 
hurriedly passed them and gravitated to the side door. Leslie was there 
waiting. 

"That was certainly record time," she said. She was wearing a short sun 
dress of bright yellow and in one hand she had a tennis racket. "I was just 
practicing my serve out back" she said, "waiting for you to arrive." 

"You'll have to be patient," she said. "Come downstairs for a few 
minutes...." 

"No ... I want to see Mary ... and where's that brother of hers, Ed!" 

"Oh, Ed's around ... and Mary arrived a short while ago ... don't worry ... 
you'll have all the answers soon ... if you want them so badly!" 

* * * 

Once Ed had closed the door to his office behind them, Mary collapsed in her 
brother's arms in tears. 

"Oh, Ed ... I've been so upset ... I just can't stand it. I feel like I'm 
losing my mind ... maybe I should see a psychiatrist ... Ed, what ever are 
we going to do ... IT WAS ALL WRONG!!" 

She clung to her brother's corpulent form, feeling as though the last shreds 
of her sanity were gone. She had felt completely numb from the shock of her 
overpowering sexual experience with her older brother, and now that she was 
seeing him again, all the tumultuous emotions that had. been lying so close 
to the surface of her brain exploded again, bursting forth with a force that 
she could not control. 

Ed had spent the day pondering in his office. He had been pondering the 
reckless act he'd indulged in the night before all day long, turning the 
undeniable fact that he had made passionate love to his own sister over and 
over in his mind. He just couldn't imagine how he had let it happen, and he 
felt an all-consuming guilt for what his little sister Mary must be going 
through. Finally he'd picked up the phone and called her, after asking the 
operator for the new listing. 

"Listen, honey," he'd said, without even bothering to say hello. "Just come 
over this evening ... we'll talk about it. Don't worry, everything will be 
all right ... we'll just have to talk it out!" 

But now that she had indeed come ... now that she was in his arms again, he 
felt a natural renewal of the feelings he had had the night before. She felt 
so frail and soft, clinging to him like that, and he wanted desperately to 
protect her ... to provide belated support for the lonely little girl she 
had been. A warning inner voice told him that that was her husband's role 
and not his ... but as Mary's upturned face looked pleadingly into his, he 
ignored it, bending to kiss her with a passionate force that took her 
completely by surprise. Overwhelmingly delicious sensations passed between 
them, building up into a conflagration that neither one of them could stop. 

"Oh, Ed ... ED!!! OH, GOD NO!!!" But Mary knew that it was too late to stop 
what was going to happen. This time they were going to go all the way ... 
what had been started the night before was going to be finished now! Ed led 
her to his couch. He had to get his bulging, aching cock inside her tender 
young cunt or die. He just had to fuck her! 

Leslie paused outside her husband's door. From the sounds that were coming 
from inside, she was certain that things were going just as she had thought. 
She went back to the playroom where Bob was furiously waiting for Leslie to 
come up with the evidence she had promised. He felt the perfect fool ... but 
he was determined to find out what was going on! Leslie looked at him for a 
moment. For a moment she wasn't sure she really wanted to go through with 
the plan she had formulated the day before ... after all it just might 
backfire on her, and she would risk losing everything she had. But somehow 
she was certain that she could turn it all to her advantage ... It 
would-certainly be the most crevice of her upturned behind ... all conspired 
to give him a marvelous sense of well-being. As though he had been fucking 
her this way forever. He fell into an easy rhythm, feeling her beginning to 
respond to his thrusts, her smooth tightly clenching channel becoming more 
and more open ... a willing receptacle for his hypnotically fucking, 
unbearably hard penis. 

It felt good! Just as he'd said it would, and Mary helped her brother to 
grind deeper and deeper into the tiny puckered entrance of her wildly 
excited rectum. Whole new worlds of excitement were being opened up to her. 
Her brother was showing her what her body was for! 

"OH MY!! OOOHHHHH! PUSH IT IN FURTHER!!! FURTHER!!!" she said. 

Bob rushed into the large roomy office where just a few evenings ago he had 
witnessed another young girl being sodomized in a much different way. But 
this. This incredibly lewd scene was almost more than he was able to take. 
Only two nights ago Mary had made him feel like the bastard of all time for 
doing what she was now begging her own brother to do to her! She was getting 
screwed royally up the ass and begging for more! She knelt in total 
slave-like submission before her much older brother while he skewered his 
huge rock hard penis deep and hard into her tightly clutching rubbery anal 
opening. Bob's eyes bulged at the obscene spectacle aware that both his wife 
and brother-in-law were so lost in their lust inspired passions that neither 
had even noticed when he bounded into the room. 

"Oh, God, it is a good tight little asshole!" he heard Ed mutter from 
between his teeth as he continued driving hard and fast into the tightly 
resisting back passage of his young sister. 

"Oooohhhhaaaahhhnnngggg!" Mary's groans were a complete mixture of pleasure 
and pain, her face a distorted grimace as she bucked back at her brother's 
plunging loins. 

At first Bob's reaction was to pull them apart and knock the living crap out 
of both of them, but now, after witnessing them for a few moments, he 
couldn't deny the huge bulge that had arisen in his tight pants and was now 
pressing insistently against the soft material. In a matter of seconds, he 
had freed himself of his clothing and stood naked in the room, his throbbing 
hard masculine flesh jutting out from beneath his muscular stomach. He took 
a few steps over to where the two siblings were performing their incestuous 
act and dropped to his knees directly in front of Mary's sweating, dazed 
face. 

Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he pulled at it hard, forcing her to open 
her big eyes wide and when she did, she came face to face with the pulsating 
hardness of the engorged length of her enraged husband's thick bulging 
penis. 

"Do you see this?" he hissed down at his incestuous young wife. "Well, 
tonight you're going to get a good taste of it!" 

Then standing up once more, he pushed his wife and brother-in-law over on 
the floor so that Mary was now lying on top of her still madly fucking 
brother, his thickly bloated prick sunk to the hilt in her clutching 
asshole. 

"And you...." he addressed himself to Ed, "You just keep on fucking her good 
and hard, brother ... GOOD AND HARD!" 

With that, he jumped onto the two furiously fucking siblings and without 
hesitating a moment longer guided the swollen tip of his long, excitedly 
throbbing prick deep into the moist open cavern of her nakedly spread legs. 

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Mary screamed out her pleasure as she felt her virile 
young husband's rock hard penis slithering deep inside her welcoming belly. 
She lay there moaning, sandwiched between the two men, impaled by their 
cocks in her twin clasping holes with only the thin wall of membrane between 
her anus and cunt separating the vicious instruments. 

Bob, already ever-excited from watching his brother-in-law taking Mary so 
cruelly, began to fuck into her hot, moist pussy while Ed, beneath, only too 
glad to go along with Bob's idea, began thrusting up with long hard strokes 
into the depths of her rectum. And in another moment, they began a natural 
rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resilient foam 
rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all the 
time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally be interesting thing 
that had happened yet ... and she was ready for that! 

She'd been sure that Ed and Mary would wind up at it again after listening 
in on Ed's phone call to Mary. So, she'd called Bob, certain that it would 
only be a matter of minutes before she would have something to show him as 
she'd promised. It was going to be some show! 

"Come on!" she said, and she didn't have to tell him twice. Bob bounded 
after her up the steps. Again he wondered where Ed was ... and if Ed too 
knew that Mary was cheating on him! Probably everyone in the whole world 
knew but him ... probably she'd been meeting her lover at the Tierra's house 
for months, maybe that was why she was so unspirited in bed! 

Leslie led him through the house, turning several comers in the large 
mansion and traversing the immense living room. Once she almost stopped and 
decided against the whole thing, but she changed her mind again and they 
continued until at last they were standing in front of the office door. 

Already the lewd sounds were reaching Bob's ears, and his face turned a 
purplish color as he recognized the sounds that Mary made when she was 
aroused ... ONLY THEY WERE MUCH MORE INTENSE! 

"Ooooohhhhh, ... Yyyyeeeessssssss!!" she was crying, her voice ringing loud 
and clear through the thick paneled door. 

"Would you like to see!?" Leslie asked. 

His face totally devoid of color, Bob nodded in the affirmative and Leslie 
led him to an adjoining room, the same room from which she had watched 
Natalie's performance with the dog. In the center of the room there was a 
small closet-like opening that had once been used as a dumbwaiter in the old 
house. Leslie opened the door and reached inside ... By turning a handle she 
made a small panel move to the side, and through this she could see 
everything that was going on inside. She peered in first. "Mmmmm," she 
thought...."much more interesting than I thought." 

Stepping aside, she made room for Bob to look. He stepped forward 
hesitantly, perhaps he didn't really want to see after all! Perhaps he 
should just let it go. He felt suddenly old and tired . ... but when he 
glimpsed the nakedly writhing couple in the room a sudden rush of alertness 
filled him. 

His eyes bulging out intensely, mouth gaping, he witnessed the most amazing 
sight he'd ever seen. 

"It can't be!!!" he thought. "It just can't be!!!" 

But it was. His young inexperienced wife was kneeling up willingly, her face 
pressed down to the expensively carpeted floor, her naked white upturned 
buttocks undulating in open invitation to her advancing brother's desire 
hardened cock. 

"You'll see ... you'll like it this time!" Ed said. "It'll be good!" 

Bob could feel Leslie pressing in close to him so that she too could watch 
the outrageous scene. Bob could only stand and look ... it was too much to 
believe that it was really happening, much less do anything about it! His 19 
year old wife and her older brother were like two strangers going through 
the obscene motions of sex, and through some weird quirk of fate he found 
himself watching. 

Ed moved in on his knees, peering intensely at the puckered brown opening of 
his baby sister's anal passage. He wanted to know every sweet orifice of her 
tender body ... Let his mightily swollen excited rod penetrate her each and 
every opening, bringing her as much pleasure as he could draw from her 
already wildly aroused body. With a little adjusting he fitted his large 
body directly behind her, separating her creamy white smoothly naked ass 
cheeks. Grunting with pleasure he forced the length of his cock into the 
tiny hole, worming it in bit by bit and feeling her tightly resisting anal 
sphincter contracting in tight circles around the advancing thickness of his 
lust hardened cock. 

"Aaaaaaaahhh Ed, ED! OH, IT HURTS!!" But her resistance was not enough to 
make Ed relinquish the pleasurable sensation his big invading cudgel was 
receiving from her softly yielding buttocks. 

"NNNHGH!" he grunted, fucking into her with hard long strokes. 
"Oooohhhhlingngng" The warmth of her body against his ... the open a deep 
grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and more 
brutal force. 

They were fucking her to within an inch of her life! 

Leslie watched mesmerized, her eyes a scant few feet from where the two 
thick cudgels skewered into Mary's widely stretched, now welcoming loins 
like two hungry animals. Her excited lust-dimmed eyes watched the moist long 
cocks wet their full length from Mary's secret vaginal secretions, fucking 
hard into her. She could see the ragged pink edges of her teenage cunt 
drawing back with Bob's cock on the outstroke and disappearing back inside 
as he rammed it home again deep into her quivering belly. The same was true 
with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched anus as Ed screwed 
into it with a demonic fury. 

"OOOOHHHHHHHH!!' Mary chanted on and on in time to her husband's and 
brother's crushing thrusts against her cunt and rear passage. Wilder and 
wilder they became, plowing into her between them as if she were nothing but 
a rag doll made expressly for them to use in this cruel punishing way. All 
three of their coarse groans intermingled in a symphony of mad sexual 
abandonment. 

"YES ... YES ... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT ... I'M CUMMING ... CUMMING ... YES 
FUCK ME HARDER HARDER HARDER ... I'M CUMMING CUUUUMMMIIINGGG! 
AAAHHHHHH!!!!!" 

Mary was out of her mind with desire now and began sobbing out her orgasm 
that seemed to go on and on until Leslie thought it would never stop. Both 
men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, plunged forward at 
the same time, imbedding their suddenly wild ejaculating cocks deep into her 
pussy and asshole, pumping their hot male sperm far, far up into her warmly 
welcoming belly as they felt her womanly juices squeezing round their 
penises and out around their madly driving loins. 

"HOT BITCH ... HOT LITTLE BITCH!!!" Bob cried out, feeling his young wife's 
secretions flooding around his driving piston. 

"GIVE ME YOUR CUM, BABY ... GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!!!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Shimmers of ecstasy ran through the highly teased pit of Leslie's yearningly 
stretched vagina. She had been watching long enough! Her own fingers could 
no longer suffice as a solution to the desire she felt building up inside 
her at the sight of the three members of her family who were jumbled 
together in the most erotic heap she had ever seen! 

"If Mary thinks she's the only one who's going to get fucked tonight, she's 
sadly mistaken!" she said aloud as she slipped out of her yellow sun dress. 
She entered the room defiantly and was slightly annoyed that no one seemed 
to notice or care. "I'll wake them up all right!" she resolved. 

Mary was lying in a swoon beneath her husband, still sandwiched between him 
and her brother, a drooping, deflated cock in each of her secret openings. 
She had never cum so completely, been so thoroughly mindlessly fucked, and 
her tenderly bruised body was trying to recuperate. Her streaming pussy 
twitched occassionahy about Bob's long fleshy rod. She could still feel the 
wetness of the two pools of male sperm that filled her ... one in the tight 
burning orifice of her rectum, the other high in her pulsing, squeezing 
pussy! 

Her brother Ed was panting behind her, his tongue still curling in and 
around the gentle curve of her ear ... while Bob's lips were still pressing 
tightly against hers. She thought there was nothing in the world more 
satisfying for a woman than to be fucked by two men at the same time! 

Leslie was thinking the same thing as she approached the family trio, her 
almost amazonian proportioned body held proudly as she walked. Her 
strawberry tipped breasts were already tight and hard, just aching to be 
touched ... to be bitten by some willing mouth. 

Her brother-in-law's quivering buttocks were presented to her roving eyes as 
she surveyed the sensual situation, and she could see him tensing and 
flexing his loins ever so slightly, as though he were ready to start 
thinking about getting good and hard again. Wordlessly she moved in close to 
him and reaching forward, cupped her fingers underneath the hanging 
receptacle of his balls, delighting in the cry he gave as he jumped a good 
inch off the flattened body of his young wife! 

"It's only me, love!" she cooed. "You fellows need another chick to play 
with ... and I'm elected!" She curled her thumb and forefinger forward into 
the damp crack of his crotch, circling his already steadily rising cock and 
gently beginning to squeeze and pull at it. As she moved her fingers, she 
could feel Mary's seeping hair-lined vagina too, and when Bob got good and 
hard again, she could feel the rock like instrument she was holding 
stretching the tight little black-haired pussy to an enormous width. 

"Christ!" Bob said, as he felt the delicate but strong feminine fingers 
deftly holding onto his cock from behind, giving his balls a gentle massage. 
And the idea that she was also touching Mary's widespread vaginal split 
nearly drove him out of his mind! His cock bulged to tremendous size and 
without a word he began to flex his muscles hard, pushing into the warmly 
accepting walls of Mary's awakened little pussy. 

"Oh, honey ... you're so creamy ... so good ... and mellow ... OH SHIT!" 

Ed pulled himself away from his sister when he realized what was going on, 
letting his cock slide effortlessly from the clenched opening between her 
fleshy warm buttocks. He saw the wild flaming mane of his wife's hair and 
the expression of utter depravity and witless lust on her face. "This was 
all your doing wasn't it!?" he said as he approached her. 

Without moving her softly plying fingers from the openly fucking crevice 
between Bob and Mary's now softly pulsing vagina and cock, she turned to 
reply to him, spreading her lips wide in a lewd greeting, "You and your baby 
sister had something to do with it too, old boy ... but right now that's all 
water under the bridge ... want me to suck you off?" 

He smiled broadly ... everything was going to be all right after all! He 
pushed his semi-hard penis into his wife's ovaled lips and felt her suck the 
rubber length of his cock into her warm wet mouth. In his ears the 
increasingly fervent fucking of husband and wife could be heard distinctly, 
and just by looking down, beside his wife's rapidly bobbing head, he could 
see Bob's muscular back rippling as he ground hard into his wife's upturned 
warmly welcoming pussy. 

"JESUS ... They're really going at it!" he cried, his own cock hot and hard 
in Leslie's expertly sucking mouth. He felt that he was going to be able to 
go on all night like this if necessary. Obviously, his little sister and her 
husband were game! 

And Leslie was intent on keeping them game. Skillfully she slipped a finger 
into the eagerly quivering vaginal lips that were already hungrily clasping 
and unclasping around the outsized swollen width of Bob's smoothly speeding 
penis. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" Mary moaned. "AAAAAHHHHH!" She could feel the woman's fingers 
entering her flooding cunt right beside her husband's wonderful cock! They 
added a bizarre and erotic touch that made her start to cum instantly. Her 
orgasm thus triggered, she began to scream with delight, bucking her hips 
upward with furious motions, her moistening fluids streaming around Bob's 
cock and Leslie's finger. A thrill of lewd joy ran through her. SHE FELT 
LIKE A WOMAN AT LAST! 

In the midst of a whirlpool of divine pleasure the tiny hair-fringed lips of 
her vagina opened and closed around her husband's wildly pistoning cock, and 
her sister-in-law's intruding finger. 

"AAAAA ... YESS ... EVERYTHING!!! EVERYONE!!!! DO IT!! LET ME HAVE IT!!" she 
wailed, "I'M CUMMING SO GOOD!!" 

"Me, too baby ... Daddy's got something for you too!!!" Bob replied, his 
nostrils flaring like a wild stallion's as he sent his throbbing member to 
the very top of the snug haven of Mary's receptive pussy. This was REAL 
fucking ... this was what he'd been wanting from her all along, and the 
addition of Leslie's finger gave the whole crazy experience just that 
piquant touch that he realized could satisfy a man forever! 

"COMING TO GET YOU BABY!" he called, as his hot semen splashed once more, 
racing forth to meet her oncoming orgasm. 

"GET USED TO THIS BIG COCK HONEY ... IT'S ALL YOURS!!" 

The women had refreshed themselves and were resting their sorely aching but 
very happily satisfied bodies in the comfortable living room. Ed and Bob had 
disappeared into the office and Leslie and Mary began to feel neglected. The 
two-women had been talking for hours after their dazzling discoveries 
earlier in the day ... and had discovered that they could become really good 
friends. Mary felt accepted and wanted, and now that she knew that her 
husband was more than happy with her, she felt totally secure and was 
basking in her newfound personality. She was wearing one of Leslie's cutaway 
robes, and her beautiful long legs were shown to complete advantage as she 
reclined on the adjustable chair. 

"Hey, they've been gone a long time!" Mary said. The two women had been 
talking for hours after. 

"True ... they said they were going over the new plans for some development 
or other ... Why don't we go pay them a little visit??" Leslie suggested, 
her green eyes brightening up at the thought. "OK!" Mary replied. 

"You take Ed this time, and I'll take Bob ... let's start off by sucking 
their cocks ... and then get them to do us ... afterwards we'll sit on them 
and milk them dry!!!" 

Leslie was already dashing into the office, and Mary ran laughing after her. 
She could already feel the tell-tale fluttering in her insatiable little 
pussy that meant she would enjoy the romp that her sister-in-law had 
suggested. 

"WHAT A LIFE IT'S GOING TO BE FROM NOW ON!" she declared, feelng herself 
already moist between the legs. "And to think that this little pussy of mine 
had the answer all the time!" 


THE END
