LLP-429 The Late-Late Family Show
By Grace Wilkinson


Chapter 1

"And that's the news for tonight. This is Andy Taberon wishing you a very
pleasant evening!

Andy kept the very studied but seemingly relaxed and casual smile until
the red light above camera three's lens went off and he was free to turn to
the monitor to watch the credits rolling over the screen. The glimpse that
he caught of his wife's name made him once again begin wondering why the
hell she had been so aloof for the past week or so. The popular upstate
newscaster felt a brief flash of familiar anger and his face reddened as he
realized that he was just about always wondering why Lola was so cold to
him these days. It was getting so that they hardly spoke to one another,
and they had only been married one year!

The camera men were busy shutting down the studio, and Andy made a display
of straightening the papers on his desk. He was thinking of just what he
was going to say to Lola when one of the station technicians came up to
him.

"Good show, Andy," he said. "How are you feeling?" It was obvious to
everyone that the newscaster hadn't been up to par for the past few nights,
and the technician was curious to know if the reasons were personal - that
is, he wondered if Andy and Lola were fighting.

Andy merely shrugged, ignoring the question, knowing that his questioner
was digging for information. Who couldn't help noticing that he and Lola
were scarcely speaking to each other, even though they worked on the same
show night after night . . . and were married!

Lola was the weather girl, full of cleanliness, charm and suppressed sex,
and she had as much of her own following as Andy did. The amount of
complimentary mail that the two of them received from the viewers was
staggering. Together, they were very popular personalities, primarily with
the people from the small broadcasting area that they serviced. Andy and
Lola had been written up in the Albany papers when they got married, and it
was assumed that whenever they wanted to they could go on to bigger things
- like a network show. It had happened more than once before.

But Andy wasn't worrying about advancing. He made a good deal of money as
it was, and his fan mail and the distinction of his calling made him a 
happy and peaceful man who approached the age of forty-four with a sense of
accomplishment and satisfaction. That's the way it was . . . before he
fell in love with the pretty blonde weather girl!

Now Andy certainly couldn't consider himself happy, no matter how he
looked at it. Miserable was more like it.

Glancing at his watch, the newscaster made his way to a small room which
served as an office and a dressing room. With a concerned look on his
face, he removed his glasses and began to take off the make-up which he had
to use for the cameras.

Where in the hell was Lola anyway? he pondered. He'd passed her dressing
room and knocked, but there'd been no answer.

His mind automatically returned to the previous night they had spent
together. In the same bed, yes, but that was all.

Andy could feel an ache in his loins as he thought of that lushly ripened
body that lay in a creamy warmth next to him every night, but which had
been refused to him for almost a week now. The worst of it was that Lola
was just impossible to figure out. She wouldn't even clue him in on what he
had done wrong, just let him know that he had in some way offended her. He
was supposed to figure out what it was himself!

Christ, how did he deal with a woman like that? But deal with her he
must. She was his wife, and Andy had to admit to himself that he was crazy
about her, no matter how crazy she acted at times!

He sat for a long moment puzzling over what could have caused this most
recent of his twenty-five year old wife's prolonged pouts. The last one
had been because of her brother, Rudy Dayton, he recalled. Lola felt that
Andy should use his influence with old Foster, the head of the station, to
get Rudy a job. Well, Andy wasn't about to compromise his own good
standing with the company president, just to get a job for that
good-for-nothing loafer. That wasn't how he'd put it to Lola, of course,
but Lola had caught the undertones and had pouted for two weeks about it.
That had been a month ago, and Andy doubted that it could be the same
reason this time, although he wouldn't put anything past his beautiful,
headstrong wife.

Andy finally removed the makeup, put the horn-rimmed glasses back over his
eyes, then rinsed cold water over his hands. Christ, sometimes it seemed
like a dream that Lola Dayton had ever really let him make love to her.
The forty-four year old newscaster's dormant cock stirred and lurched as
the memory of the first time washed over him, and in all its intensity it 
seemed as if it had been only yesterday . . . not a year ago.

She was new as the weather girl then, and within that first week she had
already been invited out by every male at the station. Andy, too, had had
his eye on the curvaceous personality-plus blonde ever since he first saw
her, and his instincts told him she'd date him if he asked. At the end of
her first week, he invited her to see a new play down in Albany, then took
her out to a well-known French restaurant where they'd sat for hours
lingering over brandy. Then he'd driven her back to her apartment in
suburban Schenectady, his hand on her knee all the way back. The
electricity between them had been unmistakable, and Andy could still
remember the excitement of driving that night with his cock stiff as a
ram-rod, while his fingers made electrical contact with the long sleek
smoothness of the young girl's stockinged leg.

Lola had sat low in the bucket seat of his new Mustang, her eyes closed,
head back, lips slightly parted as she hummed a little in tune to the music
on the tape deck.

Andy was feeling a wild excitation, an impossible elation at the idea, the
sure knowledge that his rock-hard penis would soon be nudging inside the
soft warm mystery of Lola Dayton's sweet little pussy. Christ, how he had
wanted to fuck her!

When they reached her apartment Lola let him kiss her, long and hard,
their bodies aching toward each other in the cramped front of the car. And
long agonizing moments later, she breathed into his ear. "I want you,
Andy. I want you badly. I don't know what's happening to me. Let's get
out of this damned car!"

In her bedroom, the voluptuous blonde wasted no time in removing her
clothes and slipping into bed with him. She moaned in an undisguised
hunger as his hands slowly traced the full sensual curves of her nakedly
quivering body. Her breathing grew more rapid as his hot, hungry mouth
began kissing the soft resilient mounds of her upturned breasts, before
moving down to her sensitive inner thighs and fleshy buttocks. Her hands
entangled themselves in his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, and
they kissed - their tongues fighting a duel as her hips undulated in
eagerness up off the mattress. Andy wanted her more than any woman he'd
ever known in his life, and the feeling was so strong that he had no choice
but to let her know it.

As she grew more and more aroused, her mewls of pleasure changed to pleas
to be fucked . . . and the pleas to a shriek of ecstasy as he finally
plunged his lustfully throbbing penis deep up inside the tightly clasping
walls of her tight little cunt. She had cum almost at once . . . and had 
continued to orgasm - each one growing in intensity until she had finally
passed out . . .

"That was quite a night!" Andy said aloud now, as he grabbed his hat and
overcoat and opened his door. He went out into the hall and walked back
toward Lola's door. Christ, if he didn't screw hell out of her tonight,
he'd go crazy!

"Hey, Andy!" one of the technicians called as he stood knocking at his
wife's dressing room. "If you're looking for Lola I saw her going out
right after her spot. I don't think she's in there!"

Reddening like a beet, Andy thanked the man and followed him toward the
elevators. Not ever knowing the whereabouts of his wife was humiliating.
Damn Lola!

The night air did little to quell Andy's anger and ill-humor as he headed
toward the parking lot. What in hell was the use of having a wife if you
never knew where she was or what she was doing? If she hardly ever let you
touch her? If she smiled perhaps a little too sweetly at all the guys at
the studio? He wondered how many of them she had fucked before he married
her? That was a subject he dared not to think about! Before she became a
weather girl, he knew that she had worked as a secretary on the second
floor of the building.

Could he ever call a woman like Lola his?

Andy fitted the key into the door of the Mustang. Before he could turn
the key, however, the door opened ever so slightly.

"You're late getting out," a soft, cat-like voice mewed from the front
seat.

Andy gaped in surprise as he stared into the face of his wife.

"What?"

"You were expecting maybe someone else?" Lola said teasingly, using the
foreign accent she sometimes used when they played together. So she was
speaking to him again, even flirting cutely with him just as if she hadn't
been acting like an iceberg for the last few days.

Andy shook his head and grimly got into the car. He was going to have a
long serious talk with her, that was for sure!

"I certainly wasn't expecting you!" he said angrily as he started the 
engine.

"Why not? I am your wife!" She leaned forward and pushed in the
cigarette lighter as the car slowly left the parking lot.

"You haven't been acting very much like a wife lately," Andy retorted.

She was silent as the car sped away rapidly, leaving behind the depressing
gray of the city as they headed toward home, a big stone and wood house
they had bought in the country, surrounded by trees and open space they
could call their own. The closer they got to home, the more Lola relaxed.
Her tone changed, and she scooted closer to him, her long sleek thighs
pressed against his legs as she shook her head and heaved a sigh, "I'm
sorry, darling."

Andy could still feel his cock hard and full of longing as it pulsated
like an angry heart between his thighs. Out of the corner of his eye he
could see her long lithe legs, the skirt hiked up to show the seductive
curves of her calves, the firm contours of her thighs. He could smell her
perfume; it came from the big blue bottle he had given her for her last
birthday. He had seen her putting on a pair of lacey white panties that
morning with a matching brassiere. He had wanted her then, and now nothing
mattered except taking her straight to bed.

He took hope at the change in her voice and listened attentively, while
pretending to be vastly interested in his driving.

"Really, I'm sorry, Andy," she said contritely, patting him on an arm and
kissing his cheek. The newscaster felt a tingling thrill run up and down
his spine.

"It's just that . . ." her voice trailed off.

Andy glared at her. "Just what? If you don't tell me what's wrong, how
can I ever find out about it?"

"Well, I've been worried."

"What about?" Andy asked, his eyes darting suddenly to her.

"It's Rudy," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I'm very concerned
about him."

"About Rudy!" he said. "Your brother again!" he growled, shaking his head
with disgust. "What's he done now?"

"Well, he's left his job at the newspaper."

"Fired you mean!" This was all leading up to something. He could feel it
in his bones.

"No, he didn't say that!" Lola cried, leaping on the defensive. She shot
him an angry glance.

"What did he say then?" asked Andy suddenly tired.

"He said it was just impossible to get along with the managing editor
there. You know how independent Rudy is. He's got such wonderful ideas,
and imagination, so much get up and go . . ."

"Ummpth!"

"I know he's got great talent as a journalist, Andy. I just know it."

"And you want me to talk to old Foster about him, in spite of what I told
you last time."

"Oh, Andy! I didn't dare bring it up. But I've been thinking a lot about
it. Since Rudy's been married, he's much more stable than he used to be.
All he really needs is a chance . . . a real chance. I know my brother!"

"Yeah . . ." Andy remained silent until they pulled up into their
driveway. It was a form of blackmail for sure. He knew it, and yet he
felt powerless to do anything about it. Instinctively he knew that the
"open sesame" to his wife's plentiful charms would be the correct words he
would say and the proper actions he would take. He was angry with Lola,
but he had to help her, no matter how he felt.

"O.K., Lola. I'll have a talk with Foster tomorrow. I think we need a
new roving reporter. Maybe Foster will give Rudy the job."

"Oh Andy, that's wonderful! Thank you darling!" She threw her arm around
him.

Half-heartedly, he tried to keep from hugging her.

"You'll see," she said, excitedly, "Rudy will do fine!"

"He hasn't got the job yet," Andy growled, leaning over and kissing her
before thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh, Andy. . ." Lola murmured, nudging her proud young breasts closer to 
her husband. "You warm me up all inside. You make me want to do something
for you!"

As he felt her warm body pressing close to his, Andy wondered why his
capricious wife didn't want to do something for him more often. But he
wasn't about to ask her. Not at this time.

Lola's deft fingers slid along his thigh, rising high to touch the hard,
protruding outline of his painfully throbbing penis. As she smoothed her
fingers over it the newscaster moaned with desire.

"Let me take that poor hard thing out," Lola said, hoarsely, fumbling with
the catch of the zipper before tugging it downward.

The unzipping sound was loud and obscene in the confines of the
silver-blue Mustang. Outside the wind rustled through the trees bordering
the two-story house.

They were utterly alone. What they did on their own property was their
business, Andy thought, gritting his teeth as he felt Lola's fingers
tugging at the rock-hard flesh of his pulsing cock. She pulled at it until
it bobbed into sight, standing tall and erect beneath the steering wheel.

"Oh, so nice and hard!" Lola murmured, feeling its girth in her palm.
"All for me, lover?"

When she talked like that, Andy always felt as though he was going to blow
sky high, and this time was no exception.

"Come on . . ." he said, motioning for them to get out of the car and go
into the house.

"No . . ." Lola whispered, squeezing his impatiently throbbing penis
harder. "Here. Let's stay right here."

Andy abruptly remembered that he could, with the mere push of a button,
send the seat - both seats in fact - reclining backward; it was a special
option and he and Lola had gotten just about every special gadget that was
available for the car. So far they hadn't used this one gimmick. But now
was the perfect time to try it out. Andy reached under the dash and with a
low whirring sound both seats slowly went back so that the married couple
could lie completely prone.

His hands still encircling his wife's tiny waist, Andy could feel her
struggling with one hand to slip down her panties. Never one for wasting
time, his Lola; not when she'd decided to get into the thing anyway! 
Hurriedly, he too undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down. The
cool night air circulated in the car. It was autumn with winter rapidly
approaching; so since the motor had been off for several minutes now, the
cold seeped slowly in. Andy, however, found it more invigorating than
anything else - this plus the fact that he and Lola were half naked in the
car outside their home. It added a sense of adventure and daring to the
act, making it seem even more lewdly exciting.

The newscaster's mind had become a whirlpool of lust as he stared in
wonder at his almost totally naked wife lying there with her skirt bunched
up around her waist and her little white panties clinging around one cable.

He leaned up over her while her fingers sought the rigid thickness of his
cock once more, and his automatically reached toward the moistly heated
pussy flesh up between her legs. And then, with a low moan of wanton
hunger, Lola was moving, taking the initiative as she often liked to do.
She turned about, and then straddled him with her face above his massively
throbbing penis, spreading her thighs wide so that he could inhale the
sweet sensual fragrance of her wetly flowering cunt.

He could feel her breath hot on the sensitive head of his cock, the
moisture of her tongue just ready to lick at his impatiently pulsating
hardness. With a groan, he reached up and pulled her naked ass-cheeks down
toward his mouth, bringing her warmly perfumed cunt to a point only inches
away from his mouth. Then, with a low animal growl, he raised his head and
licked his tongue into her quivering cuntal crevice that grew wet and warm
against him.

"Ahhhhh! God! Sooooo gooooood!" Lola arched her back a second, screwing
herself down against his heated mouth and making an obscene rolling motion
with her hips, rubbing her wetly flowing cunt into his open mouth, making
him lick and suck hard at it, until she lifted herself back up a little bit
so that his tantalizing tongue could reach her ultra-sensitive clitoris.

"Yeeeeeees, lover, yessssss!" Andy heard her hiss as, without warning, she
lowered her head once more and sucked his lust-swollen cockhead up inside
her saliva filled mouth.

Wildly, Andy felt the tingling erotic shocks racing through his belly as
he ran his tongue along the hair-lined split of Lola's succulent pussy,
savoring the pungent taste and the musky aroma of her secret flesh. His
hips bucked in unrestrained eagerness as the hungrily sucking woman worked
feverishly, her ovalled mouth sliding up and down on the rock-hard shaft of
his cock . . . her cheeks hollowing, then ballooning as she alternately
sucked and licked.

Andy could hear her low hums of bliss as he tongue fucked in and out of 
the ever-moistening split of her hot little pussy. The voluptuous T.V.
weather girl's hips churned wantonly over his face while she took the
entire length of his lust-engorged penis into her warm moist mouth, her
tongue swirling excitedly as she sucked to draw the heated sperm up out of
his cum-filled balls.

One lousy interview for that no-good brother-in-law son of a bitch was a
small price to pay for this, Andy thought fleetingly. For in this one
moment he was sure to have his wife where he wanted her, close as she could
possibly be. Sure to be giving and receiving the pleasure that was a
symbol of their union, both spiritual and physical. He could possess her.
The old-fashioned connotations of the word occurred to him now, dimly
through his haze of acute desire and excitation. Yes, he thought, to
himself, "I am kissing your cunt. I am sucking the sweet nectar from your
pussy. You're licking my cock and loving it! You're my wife, and your
pussy is mine."

These were words which Andy would never bring himself to speak to his
wife, nevertheless to his mind, it was as good as said, and the blunt
phrases turned him on, increasing the fervor of his lust, making him want
to shoot his long pent-up semen right into her greedily sucking mouth, to
have her swallow every bit of it. He could feel Lola's erect little
clitoris twitching in between his nibbling teeth and lips. He flailed his
tongue about to bring on her orgasm. "Cum! Cum!" he urged silently.

The pleasurable pressure was mounting in his loins. God her sucking was
driving him crazy! The very idea that her full sensuous mouth, the same
viewed by thousands on television, was sucking his cock. He sensed the
daydreams of hundreds of men who watched his wife on T.V. They would give
anything to be in his place, to feel Lola's fingers caressing his balls, to
feel her silken tongue, wetly ovalled lips . . . her teeth gently trailing
along his shaft as her soft warm mouth slid up and down his straining pole
of flesh.

"Mmmmmmmm . . . mmmmmmmm!" From Lola's sounds and the increased wriggling
of her hips and buttocks, Andy was sure that she was almost there. She had
to cum soon . . . he couldn't hold out much longer!

The soft satiny flesh of her naked buttocks slid beneath his fingers and
then gave delightfully as he grasped it tightly, squeezing hard until she
cried out in pain. Her entire body grew tense above him momentarily, then
he felt an increased suction all around his impossibly taut penis. God!
She was really fired up! For an instant he wanted to resist her, to show
that she couldn't get at his prized male essence, that he was as
independent of her as he wanted to be. But it was not to be; the fleeting
wish was immediately relegated to the farthest portions of his brain as 
Lola cried out, "Oooooooh Andy . . . I'm cuuuummmmmming." Her ass-cheeks
gyrated wildly as she ground her hotly spasming pussy against her husband's
lips and tongue.

Unable to hold back any longer, Andy felt his whole world give way as his
sperm jetted forward in a heated ejaculation, gushing out in spurt after
spurt deep into Lola's gluttonously swallowing throat. His swollen cock
continued to strain and jerk in her mouth, filling her with the heated
white elixir of his cum. As the orgasm swept like a raging flood through
his trembling loins, Andy felt the simultaneous delight he was imparting to
his wife take the form of a tumultuous climax that threatened to engulf
both of them. Her limbs, long and tremulous, extended themselves behind
him, toes pointed in ecstasy. He gyrated his own hips furiously driving
his exploding cock in and out of her hot little mouth and clung to the soft
pliancy of her buttocks. Damn! The white hot stream of cum from deep in
his balls surged along the length of his rigidity, and now he gasped,
baring his lips back from her slippery cunt. He knew that his wife's
cheeks were bloated outward with every throbbing squirt of his cock and
that she was swallowing to keep from strangling on his copious sperm. It
had been so long since his last orgasm, so long since he had been so close
to the soft, undulating curves of his new wife.

She was still moaning softly over his deflated penis, the hum of her voice
creating a vibratory reaction all around his tingling masculinity.

Slowly and carefully, Lola turned to one side, as his deflated penis
slipped from her mouth. Andy shuddered at the cold of the world outside
his wife's moist oral cavity and released his hold upon her naked
ass-cheeks.

He shivered as the cool night air swirled around his naked loins . . .

Later, as they made their way into the house, Andy still felt inexplicably
cold and morose. He couldn't quite understand why his wife's happy
chattering was more annoying to him now than anything else. He hurried to
make a fire in the fireplace, not just for the heat, but for the cheer he
hoped it would impart to his ill-humor. He wished that he hadn't agreed to
get the much-sought-after interview for Lola's brother. But now it was too
late.

As Andy sat disconsolately looking at television, he could hear Lola in
the kitchen popping frozen foods into the oven. She prided herself on
doing her own "cooking" but Andy wished that he could persuade her to get a
housekeeper-cook who would make them delicious roasts and pancakes and
waffles that were not frozen.

Nevertheless, it was a minor fault and he was prepared to over look it.
What bothered him were certain little quirks that Lola had. For example,
this fixation about trying to keep her brother happy. Christ, it made his
blood boil with anger.

Then Lola appeared in the door from the kitchen, looking radiant and
beautiful in a little white apron. An oven mitt covered one hand and wisps
of blonde hair trailed in her eyes as if she had been slaving all day over
their dinner. As Lola smiled, Andy felt that old familiar lurch of his
heart - and his reawakening genitals as well.

Abruptly the troubled newscaster decided to take full advantage of his
gain in the strange game he was playing with his wife. Now was the time,
he told himself, to make her pay for the anguish she had caused him.
Chapter 2

While dinner was cooking, Lola decided to take a quick shower. She felt
good, buoyed up with that happy feeling she always had after making love.
But this happiness was to the joy she felt knowing that Andy was going to
see old Foster about her brother. This made her feel like singing, and the
pretty weather girl could hardly wait to call Rudy up and tell him the good
news.

"Hungry?" she asked sweetly as she emerged sometime later from the
kitchen. "I think you'll like what I have tonight."

Andy looked up at her with a wicked grin. "What I like that you have is
your pussy. Right now I'd like to ram my cock up in it."

"Andy! Really!" She was shocked at the words, but more so because Andy
was using them at such a time in such a manner. Sometimes they both used
such phrases in the course of their love-making, but not at any other time.

And too, now that she thought about it, Lola felt fatigued. She certainly
didn't feel like making love again. Right now what she wanted to do was to
go upstairs and call Rudy, then take a shower and reflect on the fact that
soon her brother would be working at the station with her. He was bound to
make a fine reporter.

Her thoughts were interrupted as her husband reached out and pulled her
down toward him so that she was forced to sit in his lap. She couldn't
protest too much without seeming bad-tempered, and she was sure that Andy
had had enough of her bitchiness. She didn't want him going back on his 
promise now, so Lola smiled sweetly and tried to push his caressing hands
from her breasts.

"No, no!" she said laughingly. "Don't, you sex fiend!"

"That's what I am - a sex fiend," Andy replied, nuzzling his nose and
mouth into the crease of Lola's neck where he could smell and taste her
perfumed perspiration.

Lola struggled against her husband's enfolding arms, but it was futile
against his superior strength. "There's something in the oven!" she said
weakly, not really believing that this would deter the passionate man who
was cupping her tingling breasts, kneading the mounds of the resilient
flesh beneath her pink cashmere sweater.

"It's me that wants in your oven," Andy whispered lewdly into her ear, and
Lola might have laughed were it not for the demanding tone in which he said
it. She had thought she'd vindicated herself sufficiently with the
impromptu scene in the car in front of the house. That had been scarcely a
half hour ago; now Andy wanted more!

Before she realized what was happening, she was being lifted in the air;
then Andy was carrying her upstairs.

"Andy! Stop!" she shouted, kicking out at him. But he carried her easily
and she saw the determination in her husband's eyes as he trudged up the
stairs to their bedroom.

Andy thought to himself, Maybe I've been seeing too many 40's movies, but
what the hell! I've been too polite with her up 'til now. The cave man
approach may be what she wants. It was contrary to his character and he
knew it. Yet, Andy was determined to play the role. Lola seemed almost
too stunned to resist him anymore, and even though he felt like chuckling
out loud, he refrained from doing so, retaining his serious expression.

Once in the bedroom, Andy nudged the light switch with his shoulder and
headed toward the big double bed. Over the bed a giant blow-up photo of
Lola smiled sweetly at them. Without hesitating, Andy plopped his wife
down in the middle of the bed and ordered her to undress.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Lola snapped. But impatiently, Andy leaned over to
strip off her clothes, starting with her stockings and tugging on them
until, off balance and angry, Lola put up a hand in protest.

"All right! All right!" she shouted. "You don't have to rip them off!
Why are you being such a beast? What's gotten into you?"

"The devil," Andy replied, stripping off his clothes quickly.

Lola bit her lips and reluctantly began undressing. And to think that she
could be taking a nice shower. Fortunately, she had left the oven
downstairs on automatic turnoff, after phoning her brother to tell him the
good news. She felt that their sexual needs had been adequately taken care
of earlier and stared at Andy with disgust as she slowly tugged off her
clothes.

"What's the matter?" snorted the newscaster. "Any wife who loves her
husband would look forward to this. Don't you love me?"

"That has nothing to do with it!" she replied angrily. As she knelt on
the bed, only her brassiere remained and she begrudgingly reached behind
her for the clasp.

Why were men always asking her if she loved them? Lola wondered. Of
course I love my husband, she told herself. Truth was, she wasn't sure
just what men meant by love. One thing she knew for sure was that she
wasn't always ready to give them what they wanted in exchange for those
silly words. Oh she loved Andy enough, and had always cared for him in her
own way. Why else would she have married him? Of course, his being
something of a celebrity had been important to her too! But it wasn't only
that. She'd guessed what her life style would be, what her social and
economic advantages would be with Andy Taberon, and wanted it. Together
they made a handsome couple, no doubt about that. And she had her own
little convertible Firebird to run about in, the adulation of many men and
women too, without having to do anything or cope with it all because, after
all, she was married to Andy . . . and as the "weather girl", she was
important in her own right.

Lola knew that there were those who might think her cold, but she knew
that she was only practical. She couldn't be otherwise. Blind love for
its own sake had never touched her, except in one case, and that could
hardly count since it had to do with family. She loved her brother deeply,
and although she was no specialist in psychology, Lola knew enough to
reason that it was because of her extreme hatred of her father, who had
also hated Rudy. In addition to these unfortunate circumstances, Lola had
a deep-rooted scorn for her mother, who had put up with her father's
nonsensical bullying until the day of his death. She and Rudy had been
respectively 14 and 17 when their father had died prematurely, and
secretly, they had been relieved by his sudden departure. They suspected
their mother was too, since she became almost immediately more alive
herself after the funeral.

Lola had always felt that it was Rudy and her against the world, and in a
way it was. She had fought her way to the position she was now in, using
everything she had, both brains and body to help her. Somehow Rudy hadn't
made it yet, but she was determined to help him. In fact, she thought of
little else, visualizing the day when she could relax and cease these heavy
calculations. That day would be the day both she and her brother were
fully recognized by the world and judged at their true value. Lola
considered that she had "just about made it". Her long range plans
included Andy's moving to a major Coast to coast network while she herself
became a female news commentator, starting out on the small network and
moving up as she gained in popularity. It was a feasible dream she felt.
But Rudy, her brother, had to get into the picture too for it all to be
perfect.

And now here she was acutely aware of the fact that her husband was taking
advantage of the fact that he had agreed to help her brother. In a way,
she felt, it served her right. Hadn't she deliberately withheld herself
from him toward those ends? She would swear to the contrary on a stack of
bibles, but deep down inside, she knew it to be true.

Selfish, she thought, tears brimming in her blue eyes. I'm selfish! But
I have to be. I just can't help it!

Andy's hands were eagerly caressing her nakedness now, and her husband's
breath was coming in great gasps as she found herself straining forward,
her breasts hanging like ripe fruits beneath her while her thighs tightened
instinctively together, the muscles in her lithe young body taut as she
realized that Andy was treating her this way to punish her. His hands
reached around beneath her hips and began teasing the softly swinging
mounds of her breasts, cupping them upward and rolling the stiff little
nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Lola jumped at the
erotic contact. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive, and the
young weather-girl had always thought of this as a weakness of sorts; a
kind of Achille's heel so to speak.

To the twenty-five year old blonde's dismay, Andy continued rolling and
teasing her berry-like nipples while he shuffled forward behind her on the
bed on his knees, the hot rigid tip of his cock pressing deep into the
crevice between her open buttocks.

"Ooooooh!" Lola moaned as she felt his penis lewdly pulsing against her
defenselessly exposed flesh. Sex with Lola was rarely something to be
enjoyed for itself alone, but rather a means toward some end; to make
someone love her more and want to do things for her, for example, or simply
to alleviate her own annoying desires, to get rid of them as it were so
that she could be free to think of other things.

And so it was doubly upsetting that Andy's hands on her ripely swaying
breasts were beginning to drive her mad, to excite her so that she squirmed
backward in an unwittingly erotic motion. God knew she didn't want to
enjoy this performance, to lower herself to the level of a common woman who
had nothing better to do than to give herself up body and soul to an
aroused male! But the tiny electric shocks of unwanted pleasure were
tingling about and moving from her nipples to stab hotly through the rest
of her nakedly quivering body. She felt obscenely naked as she thought
resentfully of Andy's superior strength, of his superior position at the
studio, of the fact that he was old Foster's "fair haired boy"; Foster -
the company boss who was rumored to think that women were without exception
nitwits. That was why she herself couldn't go to him and suggest her
brother for a vacancy, why she had to get Andy to do it!

Lola almost growled with anger as she felt her husband's hands slip
downward from her breasts, trailing hot paths of desire along her naked
flesh as they encircled her narrow waist. His tantalizing fingers paused,
momentarily to grip the tops of her trembling thighs, then tightened until
his fingers dug painfully into her delicate flesh.

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she bit her lip to
keep from crying in earnest. Behind her she could feel Andy's thickly
probing penis begin a slow grinding motion against her open vaginal lips,
moving about in such a fashion that he exposed the hidden moisture up
between them and forced the quivering layers of cuntal flesh wide open with
a heavy inward pressure.

"Ooooooooh!" Lola cried, her fingers digging into the soft velvet coverlet
of the bed as she attempted to hold herself up, or at least to keep her
chin from skidding ignominiously into the mattress. The invading thickness
of her husband's lust-swollen penis forced its way up inside the futilely
resisting ring of vaginal muscles, moving steadily inward until the furious
blonde could feel his full blood-engorged hardness slithering up into her
warmly pulsing passage.

The pink inner flesh of Lola's helplessly open cunt was being pressured in
tiny rippling waves, each ripple causing the weather girl a combination of
acute discomfort and pleasure that made her moan out loud.

"Let me turn over!" she said tensely. "It's going in too far like this!"

But Andy either didn't hear her or was pretending not to, and Lola locked
her fingers tightly into the rumpled spread trying to maintain some kind of
dignity despite the undignified position she was in. The distressed wife's
lips opened and closed in helpless torment as Andy pressed his hips heavily
into her upthrust buttocks, his long hard cock driving deep, deep up into
her open vaginal mouth, impaling her from behind. Lola's nakedly kneeling
body trembled in helpless humiliation. It occurred to her that her father
must have been like this with her mother, must have made her do all sorts
of things for his own egomaniacal pleasure. Her heart pounded wildly at
the thought, and wisps of her blonde hair clung to the moist flesh of her
face as well as to her neck and naked white shoulders.

If she had ever thought that Andy could be this way with her, she never
would have married him. Visions of divorce and alimony danced in her head.

But was she ready to make it alone yet? The idea frightened her in spite
of all the bravado that was a part of her make-up. It frightened her
almost as much as the seeping pleasure that the teasing ravishment of her
widespread pussy was causing. Because now, instead of pounding savagely
into her softly clinging vaginal depths, the way it seemed he'd intended
to, Andy began to fuck upward in slow churning rhythm, flexing his long
penis within the moistly throbbing walls.

"Ah!" Lola gasped, "Aaaaaaah! Uuuuuuuuuh!"

Andy was outrageously excited by his wife's growing arousal. It was an
arousal that seemed more genuine than ever before, if only because he had
the sense of having caused it, of creating it, rather than being swept
along by it. With more and more intensity now, he fucked in and out of the
hotly throbbing pussy that now welcomed his lunging cock. Andy buffeted up
against Lola's hotly grinding buttocks, his thick spearing penis
disappearing each time into the utmost depths of his subserviently kneeling
wife.

"Oh, Christ, baby, it's good!" he grunted, his powerful fingers gripping
harder around the nakedly straining thighs that were so soft and
unresisting to his touch. His impossibly hard cock felt as if it were
growing tighter and stiffer with each thrust, and low moans of pleasure
emanated from deep in his chest. She was really enjoying it. She really
wanted the feel of his cock in there, going higher, farther than it ever
had before! he thought, excitedly.

Lola was now totally unable to control the passion surging through her
involuntarily writhing body. She was a hot-bed of seething lust that
seemingly had nothing to do with her true self. Once thought control
slipped away, there was nothing left but a woman in great need of this deep
hard fucking. This beautiful fucking that she was getting in a lewd
kneeling position right in her own bedroom.

She had never felt him so deep. Never, she thought, felt any man so deep!

How deep had her father entered her poor mother? Poor mother who never 
complained about anything. Surely she never would have complained about
this. Words and visions danced in the blonde woman's mind, seemingly
unconnected, but all having to do with what was happening to her, in some
inexplicable way.

Andy pressed slowly outward with his thumbs to stretch the softly
undulating moons of his wife's naked white buttocks wider apart.
Fascinated, he watched the pink wet folds of her unresisting hair-trimmed
pussy as they clung tightly to his rampaging penis with each withdrawal
stroke.

Maybe things would be different after this, he thought. Maybe this was
exactly what Lola had needed, had wanted all along? Grinning triumphantly
to himself, Andy levered his loins forward, lifting himself up higher on
his knees to let the hard plunging shaft of his deeply skewering cock slip
into the last remaining fraction of an inch within Lola's wetly accepting
pussy.

"Aaaaaaannnnn!" Lola half sighed, half cried. She shook her head wildly
and arched herself backward to meet him as Andy behind her ground his hips
tightly up against the smooth quivering flesh of her buttocks, rotating the
thickly probing head of his penis deep up inside her ecstatic belly.

The rapturous newscaster suddenly felt his wife go to pieces beneath him.
It was the most exciting moment of their marriage. She squeezed the
petal-like lips of her hotly clenching pussy, tightening herself around the
base of his tingling cock, sending tiny pinpricks of lewd sensual pleasure
through his sperm-laden testicles. Pulsing with untoward delight, Andy's
lust-incited penis felt that it had come home as it lay snug in the heated
moisture of his wife's tightly encasing pussy.

Lola opened and closed her eyes, but saw nothing. Everything was feeling
now. Everything was wanting. She was lost in an all consuming passion.
Unmindful of her servile and humiliating position or of the "political"
implications of her act, the career-woman, the self styled "weather girl"
of KTPQ spread her eagerly welcoming thighs still wider, moving her knees
far apart on the bouncing bed. Her heavily swaying breasts were pressing
erotically down into the crumpled sheet beneath her. She could feel her
nipples hard and erect as they were buffeted forward along the bed with
each advancing thrust of her husband's thick pistoning cock. The blunt
rubbery tip of his penis pushed against the tip of her cervix timelessly,
causing a rising joy within her that she wanted to be unending. Lola would
never have dreamed that she could respond so crudely to the ecstatic
pleasure that coursed through her nakedly responding body. Yet, at the
moment when it was happening, it was a welcome release, and she was
suddenly and uncontrollably cumming, her convulsing cunt reacting crazily, 
exploding her entire being to smithereens!

"I'm there! Oooooooommmmmmmmmmmmy God, I'mmmmm there!" she squealed with
disbelief as the sheer power of her orgasm caused her head to snap back and
the tendons in her long graceful neck to stand out. Behind her, Andy
gnashed his teeth together, letting his body drop heavily down onto her so
that the climaxing blonde was forced onto the bed, her knees collapsing
beneath her. Andy held onto her desperately wriggling loins, keeping them
uplifted at a high angle to his still thrusting cock. Like a madman he
lunged again and again, until his wife began to sob with delirious joy.

"Ohhhhhhh give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" the dazed weather
girl chanted, oblivious to the fact that she was saying anything at all.

The thrusting fleshy hardness of Andy's long thick penis moved ever upward
while his semen-filled balls smacked heavily into the wetness of her
widespread hair-lined cunt. Together they ground shamelessly against each
other, the combined sweat of their bodies creating a glistening covering on
their exposed flesh. As Lola's tumultuously climaxing cunt milked hungrily
at his desire-hardened penis as Andy grunted and then felt his cum spurting
forward, his cock a burning hot shaft of sensation as the impatient sperm
sped its way out and into her wetly waiting pussy.

So strong was the climax that Andy felt a brief moment of discomfort, akin
to pain, before he groaned lewdly and wallowed in the pleasure of it,
feeling Lola writhing in complete wantonness beneath him, whimpering and
squirming, her body overheated and flushed as she relished the sensation of
Andy's heated cum filling her belly.

So good . . . so very gooooood . . . The words flitted through Lola's
mind amidst the flashing lights and the spots of color that accompanied her
orgasm until at the apex all was black but filled with a contradictory
light that could not be described visually. It was a purely physical
effect, and one which left the startled young blonde drained of everything.

Lola lay spread-eagled on her stomach, her legs quivering from exhaustion
while up between them she was drenched with cum. Andy lifted slowly up from
her and she felt the wet stickiness of her pussy and the cold damp of the
spread beneath her. But inside, beyond the excitement and the pure
feminine fulfillment something else was rising. The memory and the fear,
and then pushing it away. The fear remained and the memory receded and
what remained was fear and then anger with herself and with Andy. She lay
quietly breathing and listening to the sounds of her husband moving about
in the room.

The bastard must be pleased with himself! she thought. Damned well 
pleased.

But Lola was not very pleased at all.
Chapter 3

Rudy Dayton was annoyed, but then it didn't take much to annoy the
impetuous red-head. He was particularly mad this afternoon because the
interview his sister had told him would turn out so damned well hadn't
turned out well at all. He didn't have a clue as to whether Old
Granite-Face Foster was going to give him a job or not, but he suspected
not, from the way the station owner had frowned at a couple of things he'd
said.

The 74 Cougar sped across town and headed out to the suburbs. Rudy honked
his horn impatiently if any other car or pedestrian looked as if he was
going to get in the way.

"Calm down, honey," Rudy's wife, Denise, was using her sweetest voice.
"After all, you don't know. He may give you the job anyway. I mean you
didn't tell him to get fucked or anything like that, did you? I mean you
just said 'fuck' once. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, But you should've seen him! Turned red as a beet. Christ where's
he been living? In a fucking museum?"

Denise was glad to note that Rudy was calming down a little. She was
always frightened when they were driving and he was angry like that.

"But Lola shouldn't have told me it was all set if it wasn't!" Rudy
blasted. Leaning over slightly he twisted the knob of the car radio,
trying to find a music station that suited him.

"Yeah, she shouldn't have!" Denise agreed. She'd never liked Lola much,
even though she'd met her only a couple of times. She'd seen a lot of her
on TV though, since Rudy hardly ever missed a show. Denise hated to admit
it, but she was jealous of her husband's relationship with his sister.

The pretty dark-haired twenty-two year old was much too smart however to
let any of her resentment show. But anything that had to do with Lola made
her secretly grit her teeth with anger . . . and she was simmering now.

Lola thought she was hot stuff, with her long blonde hair and all those 
capped teeth smiling at you from the TV screen. And that way she had of
laughing about the weather, as though there was anything funny about it.
And the way she wiggled when she had to walk away from the screen to pull
down a map or something. Bitch!

And Rudy thought she was a saint! Well it would be a long while before
that one saw heaven! Sometimes Denise thought she would scream when Rudy
got going talking about his sister. She wished that she could prove to him
that she was at least half as good and half as brainy as his sister, but it
looked as if that day would never come.

Now they were almost at Lola's house, and Denise smiled to herself, hoping
that Rudy would give his sister a hard time about the way the interview had
gone. With an angry screech of tires Rudy spun into the driveway and then
slammed on the brakes, causing another scream of rubber against the
pavement.

Denise looked toward the house and couldn't help thinking about what it
must be like to live in a place like that, with beautiful grounds and trees
. . . and privacy. All her life she'd wanted a house with a driveway and a
gate. Maybe one day she'd get one yet!

"You coming in?" Rudy asked her, his blue eyes ablaze with the things he
planned to tell Lola.

"No," Denise said. "I think I'll just wait for you. You won't be long
will you?"

"No. I won't be long." Rudy was already out of the car. Denise sat
watching him as he walked up to the house. She couldn't help admiring the
strong muscular back, the tall athletic body that moved gracefully like a
panther. She and Rudy had been married for almost a year now, and just
looking at him could still thrill her to the marrow of her bones. Even
now, she felt it, that little tickle down in her belly, the slow moistening
up between her nylon-encased legs. Once more she asked herself if all that
translated into love. She didn't know, not for sure anyway. All the young
brunette knew was that she wanted Rudy completely in spite of the fact that
he was hard to live with, what with his quick temper. But there was also a
sweet side to him; and as a lover, well, he couldn't be beat. None of her
other boyfriends before their marriage had even come close to making Denise
feel what Rudy did - constantly, over and over again.

It was almost embarrassing, and often, Denise hoped that the things she
felt for Rudy didn't show on her face or in the way she acted.

At the moment that Denise saw Lola opening the door to admit Rudy, she had
the glimmer of an idea. Something that would make Rudy indebted to her
rather than to that frigid bitch of a sister of his!
* * *

Lola was wearing a white satin pants suit for lounging around the house.
She didn't have to go to the studio until 5:00 P.M. Her job as weather girl
did not entail very much briefing or practice prior to broadcasting time,
but Andy being a News Commentator was often at the studio all day long
preparing the show. As Lola opened the door for her brother she was glad
it was one of those days when her husband was not at home. It was always
easier to deal with her brother alone. And then she always felt a little
annoyed by Andy's attitude around her brother.

"How did it go?" she said hopefully as she closed the front door behind
him. "I certainly didn't expect to see you so soon!"

"Go? It didn't!" Rudy spat out. "Why didn't you tell me he was an old
fart?"

"Oh God Rudy! What happened?" The angry young man followed his elegantly
clad sister into the living room where he stood watching as she made him a
drink.

Suddenly all his anger left him. He realized how stupid it was to be mad
at Lola about the interview. As if the air had suddenly been let out of
him, he let himself fall onto the sofa and stuck out his hand to receive
the bourbon and soda that his sister had made him. He gave a brief
description of how the coveted interview had gone, and watched as Lola's
pretty features grew more and more concerned.

"When will you learn to control your tongue, Rud?" Lola asked finally.
She wanted to say that it reminded her of their father and how he used to
curse, but she decided against it. They rarely, if ever mentioned the old
man, and now was no time to bring his name up!

"Oh shit, Lo. This isn't the middle ages!" Rudy cried.

"For some people it is! Listen," the good-looking blonde said finally,
"Don't worry too much about this. I'll check with Andy and find out how
things went. Apparently you never can be sure with Foster. The man's a
total enigma."

"An old fart," Rudy muttered.

"An intelligent man, and don't forget it!" Lola said. "He's the head of
the company, Rud. Not you or me!"

"Yeah," Rudy admitted.

"Another drink?" Lola rose to go to the bar.

"No. Got to go. Denise is waiting in the car."

Lola's eyebrows arched questioningly. "Why didn't you bring her in?"

"Oh she didn't want to intrude. And besides I wanted to talk to you
alone." Rudy said easily.

Lola walked her brother to the door. She was very curious about his new
wife. She'd only met her a couple of times, but that was before they were
married. In many ways Lola was glad her brother was showing signs at the
age of twenty-eight of settling down. But on the other hand, if the girl
was the sort to keep him back, that wasn't good.

"I'll come out to the car with you," she said, throwing a shawl about her
shoulders and stepping out the door with her redheaded brother.

Denise looked up as she heard the door open. She saw them coming and
adjusted her features accordingly, trying to erase any signs of calculation
that might appear there.

"Hi, Denise," Lola said in all friendliness as she reached the car.

"Hi, Lola. It's good to see you again," Denise smiled, feeling horribly
inferior as the beautiful television "weather girl" looked sunnily down at
her.

"Hey . . . why don't you and Rud come to dinner with Andy and me? We'll
celebrate. Champagne and everything, Okay?"

"That would be great," Denise said. "I'd love it!" That was no lie. Let
them spend as much money on them as they wanted, she wouldn't protest.

"I'll call Rud during the week and we'll set the time, all right?" Lola
asked.

"Perfect," Denise replied. "I'll really be looking forward to it."

"I'll check it all out with Foster, Rud," Lola called as the car started
up. "Meanwhile, don't worry."

"Who's worrying?" Rudy called back, as he turned the car around and headed
back out the driveway. "Thanks, sis!"

Denise smiled and waved until they were back on the road again headed
toward their small apartment in Schenectady.

Finally when she felt Lola's presence had worn off sufficiently, Denise
spoke. "Say, Rudy, how come Andy's the only one who can talk to this guy,
Foster?"

"I can't figure it. For all I know Andy's been bad mouthing me. I can't
say he acts like I'm his candidate for man of the year whenever he sees
me!"

"Well, listen Rudy, why don't you let me go over and talk to Andy. Maybe
I can find out just what he's telling Foster about you. You know, I could
do a little sob story, too, about us having problems with our marriage and
all! Hah!"

Denise could tell from Rudy's expression as he drove that he thought it
was a good idea. She looked peacefully out the window, thinking her own
thoughts and seeing a brighter future for herself and Rudy. A future in
which she would play a larger part. She dimly heard him saying.

"Okay! That's not a bad idea at all. Why not?"

Denise thought she heard a new respect for her in her husband's voice, and
she determined to keep it there. She would do anything to keep Rudy all to
herself, she realized suddenly. Anything at all.
* * *

Andy Taberon the sign said on his desk. Andy fingered it thoughtfully for
a moment and then pushed it aside and glanced at the latest news reports.
He would be alone for a few moments now before air-time, as he always
insisted. The final reports as he would speak them on the air would not be
compiled until 15 minutes before air-time. Most of them were in a finished
state, however, and ready in several copies including those for the
teleprompter. Everything was kept fluid, however, until the last possible
moment, since news was, as they put it, "happening all the time". The
entire crew and especially Andy had to keep on their toes and to expect the
unexpected as it were.

But one thing that Andy was not expecting at this precious moment of study
was a knock on the door.

"Yes? Come in!" he called out.

The door swung open and Denise Dayton stood there, smiling.

Andy was surprised to see the petite brunette.

"Come in," he said.

"I had to see you, Andy," she told him. "It's urgent." She closed the
door behind her.

"You say it's urgent?" Andy asked, uneasily. He was feeling particularly
down on women in the past days, ever since he had had the unpleasant
surprise of discovering that his wife had become more difficult than ever
after their most successful (he thought) lovemaking. Why she acted as if
he had done something to insult her, instead of giving her a good time!

In fact, she had claimed to be "sore" since then and wouldn't let him
touch her. And now that the damned interview he'd arranged for her brother
hadn't gone the way she liked, well his life was being made miserable.

"It is urgent," Denise said, sitting down calmly, even though she hadn't
been invited to do so.

Andy scratched his head and took off his glasses. Then he put them back
on. "Well, what can I do for you?"

Andy started to pace nervously, then he stopped and looked down at his
watch. "I'm sorry but this may have to wait for some other time, I'm in
rehearsal right now, Denise."

"My friends call me De-De!" replied the pretty brunette. "I couldn't wait
for some other time . . ."

"Why not come to the house? Come to dinner. Anytime, but not now! I've
got a show to do in half an hour!"

Denise sized Andy up. Good looking in a serious sort of way. Definitely
not the type who could handle a hot little bitch like Lola. She bet they
had their troubles. In fact, she was counting heavily on it.

"I didn't want to come to the house." She sounded about to cry. "I
couldn't come to the house. It was something I had to talk to a man about.

Perhaps you can help me!"

"Okay," Andy sighed in resignation. "I can give you five minutes!" He
sat down in a leather swivel chair opposite her, and couldn't help noticing
that his sister-in-law was an exceptionally beautiful woman. I'll bet she
doesn't give Rudy a hard time the way Lola does with me. That lucky stiff
Rudy had this hot little number whenever he wanted her, Andy thought. And
then he blushed at his own thoughts.

Denise's face looked innocent but worried, and her big brown eyes were
still moist with what looked like withheld tears. "It's a little personal,
Andy. But who else can one go to if not someone in the family!"

"But why me? I don't understand why . . ."

"I feel I can trust you, and then you must have so much experience you can
tell me what to do."

Andy waved his hand vaguely in the air, about to protest. And then he
gave up. "Do you want a drink?" he said, looking again at his watch.

"Yes, I'd love one. I must say, I need one. My nerves are so bad."

Andy went to the bar in the corner and brought back a scotch and water.
"Afraid this is all I have," he said.

He had made himself one too. He sat down on the other side of the desk
and tried to relax. After all, he supposed he could make an exception and
try to straighten this out before the show.

Suddenly the petite brunette burst into tears, and Andy was thrown
completely off balance. He had absolutely no idea what to do, but as a
starter pushed a handkerchief across the table to the sobbing young girl.

"Is Rudy giving you a hard time?" he asked.

Denise silently nodded her head, sobbing all the while.

"I thought so!" Andy said out loud. He wouldn't put it past him. The
lazy bastard probably beat her! he thought indignantly.

"Is it . . . physical?" he asked, trying to be discreet.

Again the silent nod.

"Very bad?"

"Yes!" Denise gulped.

"Well, there are ways of dealing with such things," Andy began. A
wife-beater as well as a no-good crumb-bum! he thought to himself. He'd
like nothing better than to see his wife's brother prosecuted for something
ignominious like that! "Do you have marks? I mean uh . . ."

"Oh, you don't understand!" Denise said. "It's nothing like that!"

"Then what is it?"

She told him!

Andy could hardly believe his ears. But it was actually happening and it
was happening to him. This young girl was actually sitting across the desk
from him and telling him that ever since Rudy had been out of work he
refused to make love to her!

She told him that it was driving her crazy. That she had no idea what to
do about it, and that Andy must somehow try to help her, if it was only
through getting him some kind of work.

Andy gulped down the entire contents of his glass and hurried to fix
himself another. Normally, he had no more than one drink before the show,
but tonight, he had to have another.

Even while his back was turned, the girl was going on and on about her
need of sex, apparently oblivious to the fact that she was causing him
severe discomfort and embarrassment.

"Usually, he's so warm and loving at night in bed," Denise continued, sure
that her audience of one was still listening. "Usually I can't stop him and
he's always good and hard and waiting for me. Usually, he makes me cum
over and over . . ."

"STOP!" Andy shouted whirling around to face his sister-in-law. "Please!"
he said in a kinder voice. "I don't want to hear these details!

"Oh," Denise was momentarily silent.

But the harm had been done. As soon as he looked at her, Andy saw those
trim legs of hers spread expectantly in bed. He saw what her dark-haired
pussy must look like. He saw . . . too much. Much too much. The
frustration that already inhabited his loins grew now to feverish pitch.
In a sense this girl was in the same boat he was in. In a sense they were
both up against the same problem.

Andy sat back down. He was profoundly impressed with the need to get his
brother-in-law a job, come hell or high water!

"Look," he said, after clearing his throat. "I promise I'll do everything
I can to get Rudy employed. I'll get him another meeting with Foster, and
I'll go, too, if necessary."

He did not quite expect Denise to leap up and run around the desk to throw
her arms around him, but that is what the pretty twenty-two year old girl
did.

"Oh, you're wonderful!" she said. The tones sounded oddly familiar.
Hadn't Lola said much the same thing to him under similar circumstances?
But, unexpectedly, Denise was sitting on his lap and holding onto him and
not letting go. On the contrary, she was holding closer, her arms around
his neck, her beautiful young face close against his cheek. Andy gave a
start and tried to push her away. But the dark-haired girl held tight, and
squirmed her ripely rounded buttocks down onto the undeniable hardness of
his rising cock.

"I'm so grateful!" she was saying. But Andy wanted her away from him, and
the faster the better. He was sure that she could feel the eager
stiffening of his penis against her ass-cheeks. What was more, the alarmed
news commentator couldn't help but gaze at her erect little nipples jutting
out the soft material of her tight silk blouse.

Andy made a grunting sound as his sister-in-law ground further down upon
his ever hardening cock and then moved forward to kiss him, her wet little
tongue darting into his surprised and open mouth.

Andy's brain whirled. He said, "I-ah . . . fine. Now, run along!" As
though he were talking to a little girl.

Denise pulled her moistly parted lips back from him and smiled.

"I knew you would help me," she said huskily. She was thinking about
Lola. She was thinking how much fun it would be. How mad Lola would be if
she knew. With a slight shift in position she shifted her buttocks so that
the head of Lola's husband's cock was snugly fitted right up into the
hollow of her thigh juncture, pressing against the material protecting the
soft fleshy lips of her tight young cunt.

Andy gasped aloud at the erotic charge it jolted through him. It was too
tempting to resist, and yet he felt he must. Images of Rudy, his smug
arrogant face and tall lanky frame passed through Andy's mind. He didn't 
deserve this girl, that was for sure. Andy didn't know just how much of her
story he believed, but whatever the facts, she was desperate enough to come
here, enough in love with the guy to be doing this!

And then without warning, she kissed him again, this time in earnest,
pressing her soft moist lips openly against his own, and before he realized
it, his hand encircled her tiny waist, drawing her sensually enticing body
to him as his tongue began to tickle her lips and his free hand began to
smooth along the exposed nylon covered thighs that were on his lap. He
moved her skirt up imperceptibly until he could see the firm naked flesh
above her stockings.

He was about to stop when Denise whispered huskily, "Don't. Don't stop, I
mean. Go on, go on!"

Wild tremors raced through the newscaster as he moved her skirt still
higher and saw a tiny wisp of sheer white nylon panties encasing her
protruding little pussy mound.

"Christ!" he said aloud. He wondered if she really hadn't had any sex for
a long while like she'd said. This would explain her behavior. Why she
was trembling up against him, why he could see her spreading her legs a
little wider in a lewd invitation to fuck her. Oh God, how could he keep
from doing it?

He thought of Lola and her snippy ways, Lola who he only wanted to make
happy and to whom he had never dreamed of being the slightest bit
unfaithful. Well, now here he was with her brother's wife sitting on his
cock! How was that for irony?

By now Andy knew full well that what he was doing was wrong, but he had no
intentions of stopping. He wasn't drunk. Two drinks were nothing. But he
was drunk on the taste of the pretty young girl's lips, on her warm
receptive mouth, on the fact that she was welcoming his caresses rather
than fighting against them.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and briefly at the papers on his desk.

He felt her soft warm round ass-cheeks squirming hungrily down onto his
thick throbbing penis while she nibbled at his tongue and crushed her full
sensuous breasts into his chest. Even as she gently spread her long thighs
to his searching hand, he could feel every bit of her body taut and ready
and waiting. His hand was sliding along the unbelievably hot satiny flesh
of her upper thighs, until at last, he touched the passion-dampened
crotchband of her panties which covered her cunt. Gently, tentatively, he
pressed his outstretched middle finger against it, feeling a surge of
forbidden excitement and an undeniable thrill that had a lot to do with the
fact that this was his sister-in-law. It also had to do with his own
frustrations and with a sense of striking out against Lola. A noticeable
erotic tremor rippled through Denise as she pressed her enchanting young
body against the news commentator. The shamelessly aroused girl began to
rub her hair-covered little cunt against Andy's finger, sliding her
buttocks back and forth on his painfully throbbing cock while
simultaneously she sucked at his tongue and then forced hers deep into his
mouth.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she repeated, "Mmmmmmm . . ."

Shit I couldn't stop now if I wanted to! Andy thought, but did not say.

"Inside!" she urged, "Put your fingers up inside me . . . up inside my
pussy!"

With a low groan of lewd hunger Andy pushed aside the elastic leg band of
the young girl's panties. They were tight around the soft upper part of
her thighs, but she helped the older man by lifting up and squirming a
little more to let his fingers move up underneath the silken material. Andy
couldn't breathe, his lungs felt constricted, and a perspiration broke out
on his forehead. His clock told him he had only a few minutes until
broadcast time. Any moment now someone would be calling him so that he
could go to the studio where the seven o'clock news was filmed. The satiny
smoothness of his sister-in-law's naked flesh down there was intoxicating,
and then he felt the sparse curling wisps of her pussy hair as his fingers
moved along her wetly heated vaginal lips, causing obscene whimpers of
pleasure to gurgle out of her throat. Andy forgot all else except the
perfumed moisture, the slippery warmth, the odd little slit of hair-rimmed
flesh that moved and jerked excitedly beneath his touch!

Denise moaned encouragement into the newscaster's mouth as she felt his
thick finger slide slowly up inside her secret flesh, gently spreading her
tingling cuntal lips and thrusting in until he was massaging her
ultra-sensitive vaginal walls. And then he used his thumb to tweak the
erect bud of her tiny clitoris, causing her to immediately begin a hungry,
impatient undulation of her buttocks.

"Ohhhhhhhh God!" Denise cried. Oh! Oh!" She began wriggling frantically
down against his finger, moving back and forth and up and down while she
clung to the older man's neck, her lips and tongue working against his with
furious lashing motions.

Andy's stroking finger met the young girl's frantic demands, while he
listened to her cries of wanton arousal.

Good God! Andy thought, In a minute, I'll tear the clothes right off her
and fuck shit out of her!

But he knew he didn't really have time enough, and besides, at that very
instant, he could tell from Denise's suddenly tensed body and her
stuttering gasps of pleasure that she was cumming. Yes, cumming right
there on his lap! Right there in his office with only a few more minutes
to air time, with his secretary about to buzz. Or maybe she would come in.

Sometimes she did that. A short rap at the door and then she would enter,
knowing that he was expecting her. Christ what would he say? What would he
do? But this sexy little vixen was creaming against his fingers, writhing
back against his hard, throbbing penis. If only he could release it and
quickly thrust it inside the hot little cunt that he was fingering!

If only at this moment of climax, he could be feeling all that power and
ecstasy around his cock! But his hand worked with a wild speed now and
obscene wet sounds filled the office. The flimsy panties had long since
split, and Andy no longer felt their restricting elasticity. His whole
palm thrust into the hot, quivering split of his sister-in-law's tight
young cunt! With one deep thrust, Andy sent two fingers speeding up into
the fleshy cavern of Denise's wildly contracting pussy, making her cling to
him tightly while a high whining sound of joy escaped her lips and her body
trembled and quaked lustfully against his.

Hurriedly, Andy began to thrust his loins upward against those soft
buttocks. He, too, had to cum, no matter what. He was on the verge, and
as the stimulated young girl clung to him in the last vestiges of her
intense orgasm someone knocked on the door, announcing that it was time for
him to go on the air.

They both jumped up simultaneously, Denise, flustered for only a moment
smoothed her skirt down and hurried to the other side of the desk. For
Andy it was a bit more difficult, for the enormous bulge of his erect cock
still was quite evident at the front of his pants.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going," Denise said.

"Yes, I guess you'd better," Andy growled in frustration, and then added
lamely, "I'm, uh, sorry that I got carried away!"

"Oh, don't apologize," Denise said as she opened the door to leave. "I'm
glad you did. It was awfully good!"

The dark-haired girl winked conspiratorially at him and then she was gone.

Andy shuddered as a renewed tremor of lust swept through him. Hastily, he
applied his own make-up. There wasn't time now to do a more complete job 
with the make-up man. He then rushed out of the office, almost running
into his secretary, and this time he was sure from her expression that she
was quite curious about the visit he just had.

He was relieved that his frustrated hardness had finally subsided to its
normal size in repose by the time he reached the studio. Everyone was
looking anxiously at him while papers were being thrust into his hands. He
sat behind his desk and noted that the opening sequences of the news
program were already being played. The monitor camera spun the names of
those involved with the program, and there in the distance, he saw his
wife, Lola on the weather set, going over the evening's report.

He cleared his throat. All eyes focused on him. Then the go-ahead red
light came on over camera one. There was no time for thinking about
anything else now. There was no time to worry about his blonde wife, Lola,
or to recall how that warm little cunt had felt to his fingers.

"Good evening," he said pleasantly, "This is Andy Taberon with the seven
o'clock news!"
Chapter 4

The ride home was made in silence. Andy was tight-lipped and his
expression was grim. Several emotions struggled inside him as he turned
into the familiar driveway of his house. Lola sat beside him seemingly
engrossed in her own thoughts. For one thing Andy still couldn't believe
what had happened to him earlier. He had almost been unfaithful to Lola,
and what's more with his own sister-in-law! In addition to that, he felt
frustrated because he had not actually been satisfied himself. It was
shameful to admit it, but he still wanted Denise's snug little pussy, and
not nibbling around his fingers next time.

Somehow this made him furious. Furious most of all with his wife, on whom
he blamed the whole thing. He blamed her for having such a brother as Rudy
in the first place and for idolizing the worthless prick as though he were
some kind of prince. He blamed her for giving him such a hard time
sexually that he was an easy prey to Denise's overtures. For in spite of
the fact that he had apologized, Andy knew that he had done nothing to
start the torrid finger-fucking scene in his office!

Andy pulled into their driveway and got out of the car, walking behind his
wife, staring at her swaying hips.

Once in the house Lola headed immediately upstairs without saying a word
to him. He knew that she was probably going to take one of her famous
baths. Lola liked water. "I'm a water sign," she'd told him once. "A
Pisces. I guess that's why showers and baths are so important to me!"

Andy stood in the living room, growing angrier by the minute. The
realization that he himself had been unfaithful, made him wonder whether or
not Lola was. That would certainly explain a hell of a lot of things about
the way she acted, he decided. In fact, this suspicion explained too many
things, and Andy felt his blood boiling. He fumed for a few more minutes
and then went upstairs where he heard the water running for her tub.
Obviously she was in the bathroom getting undressed. The mental image of
her smooth curving surfaces of warm naked flesh - flesh that might have
recently been touched by some other man's hands - drove him wild.

Before he'd really thought it out, Andy was pounding on the bathroom door.

"Open up!" he shouted. "Goddamn! Open up!"

Inside, Lola was just sinking down into the incredible silky warmth of her
bath. The water was scented with a special oil that she'd sent away for.
It was called "Devil's Magic" and had an interesting spicy scent unlike
most bath oils.

Lola looked forward all evening to a good deep tub of steaming water, and
now that her bath was being so startlingly interrupted, she felt a sudden
flare of anger.

"What do you want?" she said. "The door's open, for heaven's sake!"

Andy stalked in and stood glaring down at his wife's naked body. Her
proudly uplifted breasts were half-covered by the deep blue of the perfumed
water, and the rest, hips, thighs and golden triangle of cunt could be seen
like undersea treasure through the slight distortion of the water.

"What's the matter with you?" Lola asked tersely, not liking the
expression on his face.

"A lot!" Andy said, not quite knowing now which tack to take. "A lot's
wrong."

"Oh yes?" Lola looked up at her husband. She supposed that he was angry
because she hadn't let him touch her since the night he'd taken her so
passionately on the bed. Well, if she had anything to say about it, it
would be a long while before he touched her again! Sex, she thought,
that's all that's on his mind! Abruptly the young wife decided to take the
initiative in order to put Andy off balance, to get him on the defensive,

"Well, a helluva lot's wrong for me too!" she said.

"Like what?" Andy said loudly. "I do everything you ask. I give you
every damned thing you want!"

"Hah!" Lola said. "Don't kid yourself!"

It was the first real argument they'd had. The first one where each dared
to say things beyond the polite honeymoon phrases.

"What?" Andy's eyes bulged in disbelief. As far as he was concerned, he
had gone overboard to be good to Lola despite the fact that she was often
sullen and stand-offish, not to mention stubborn and self-willed. And
lately she'd taken to ignoring him. Just acting as though he wasn't there
at all!

"You heard me!" Lola began to wash her face with the soothing water. What
a bore it was being interrupted like this! How dare he anyway!

"You won't find anyone else who'll take the kind of treatment you give
me!" Andy blurted.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Lola replied. She was washing under her arms now,
and Andy could see the fine gold hairs that she refused to shave. It
looked like two other little cunts under there.

The word "ridiculous" stung, and Andy knew that he was being just that.
But somehow he couldn't help himself.

"There are lots of people who'd dig being married to me!" Lola said
suddenly, thinking that she ought perhaps to have married someone else.

"You mean there are lots of people who want to get into your pants!" Andy
retorted.

He was pleased to see Lola sputtering in the water. She had just rinsed
her face again and now the water ran down in tiny rivulets as Lola angrily
reached for a towel. "You crude son of a bitch!" she snapped when she could
speak again. "Get out of here and leave me alone!"

But Andy wanted to press his advantage. At least he was getting a rise out
of her. "No!" he said. "I have every right to be here!"

"You don't own me!" Fire leapt from Lola's eyes as she glared at her 
husband.

"That's why you wag your ass at every man within a hundred mile radius,
right?" Andy was really getting going. He stood with his arms folded, a
sardonic half-smile playing about his lips as he spoke. Casually, he
leaned against the sink, while Lola seemed to be looking for something to
throw at him. The wash cloth went flying past his head and landed with a
splat in the sink. And then Lola stood up and started to get out of the
tub.

"I don't have to sit here and listen to your insults. Pick some other
time to make an ass of yourself, not when I'm trying to take a bath!"

"So you don't think you have to listen to me?" Andy's voice was
belligerent. Clearly, he was thinking that some other man had found the
clue to his wife's sexual happiness. A clue which he had mistakenly
thought he held for himself.

Lola faced him fearlessly, anger making her bold. A towel draped around
her wet nakedness was all that covered her beauty. "That's right!" she
said, "You can't even get Foster to give Rudy that job as roving reporter!"

"Rudy!" Andy was so stunned by this statement coming at the end of a day
so fraught with emotion that he froze for a moment.

As he stood there, Lola took this time to flounce past him, heading out of
the bathroom. As he watched her, color and feeling gradually returned to
his face. He saw the towel she'd been clutching give way a little to
expose the naked roundness of her ass-cheeks. The breathtaking sight drove
him into a frenzy and he lunged at their resilient softness with a sudden
growl that made Lola scream with fright.

The blonde weather girl had miscalculated. She had no idea just how angry
her husband was. She had never suspected that he'd had Rudy's name tossed
at him too many times for that day.

With amazing strength Andy pulled his frightened young wife back into the
bathroom. Before their marriage he had been a man filled with
self-confidence, but now he was reduced to nothing by the mere mention of
his wife's brother's name. In addition, he felt that somewhere in the
conversation they had just had, Lola had tacitly admitted sleeping with
someone else.

"You little whore!" he growled, holding onto her slippery wet body that
wriggled fish-like trying to escape. "You were nothing but another
dime-a-dozen typing pool secretary when you came to the network. And now 
you think you're hot stuff because you screwed a few people and got to be a
weather girl? Shit! I could have you replaced with the cleaning lady
tomorrow . . . if I wanted!"

Andy realized only after this speech that he was shaking his wife so hard
that her teeth were rattling and her head was snapping back and forth. He
spun her around once and then around again.

"No," he said furiously, "I don't want to see your face. Show me your
ass! That famous Lola ass that everybody says is so great!"

"You're crazy!" Lola screeched. "I never - ever!"

But Andy had to do something to put his stamp upon this woman, something
to prove to her and to him that he was the dominant one in their family . .
. that he would not tolerate unfaithfulness! A wild look was in his eye as
he kneaded the fleshy nakedness of Lola's ripely squirming buttocks,
ignoring her attempts to get away and her almost incoherent words, which
were now alternately pleading and threatening.

At this point Andy didn't care what Lola said, and he didn't care about
pleasing her. It was a welcome change!

Steadily, his erection grew as his wife's complete helplessness became
more and more apparent to him. It wasn't even so much a matter of physical
force, but more a question of her not being able to get to him, to twist
his heart and mind around with her very being. Christ! He could do
anything to her!

Oh God! Her husband was deranged, Lola was certain of it! How could she
have failed to recognize the signs? Why she should have known the moment
that Andy started pounding on the bathroom door like that! But the past
few days she had been in a kind of fog. Her thoughts were constantly
weaving back in time to the days when she was a kid, living with her mother
and father and brother. Flashes of memories kept creeping up on her at the
most unexpected times. The most unusual things kept reminding her of some
past event and the present now seemed pitted with holes. For example just
when she was being her most glamorous, most self-assured, she would
suddenly recall the day her father had spanked her. He'd only spanked her
once that she could remember, but the shame of it still lingered. But why
had he spanked her? She seemed always on the verge of remembering, but it
was never quite clear.

Now, Lola tried to keep her wits about her. It was important that she not
anger Andy any further, otherwise he might really be capable of harming
her. She forced herself to remain motionless, even when she felt him 
release one of his grips on her. He was undoing the zipper of his pants,
she was certain of it. Well, if all he was going to do was make love to
her, if that was all he wanted . . . she could take that. She could
survive that. Perhaps if she appeared to be cooperating he would change
his attitude and come to his senses.

"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to make love?" Lola tried to turn
around to look at her husband. She was using her most seductive voice.

"I didn't just want to make love!" Andy snarled back. He had his
heavy-veined penis in one hand. "I wanted to find out if you were fucking
anyone else."

Lola gulped nervously and instinctively rubbed her naked buttocks backward
against the upstanding rod of her husband's pulsating cock. He was holding
her by the waist now. "Anyone else! Don't be silly. I wouldn't ever do a
thing like that! You must know that!"

"Well if you're not screwing somebody, why aren't you interested in sex?"

"But I do want to make love. I do want you to . . ."

"Don't give me that crap!" The normally even-tempered newsman shook his
wife by the waist and then used his right hand against the back of her neck
to force her to bend over. As she bent, Lola whimpered, "It's true. I
want you. Take me now! Take me the way you did the other night!"

"So you can stop speaking to me right afterward? Right after you've had
the orgasm of your life? I'm not that stupid! No, baby! Tonight you get
punished - the way you should have been punished before!"

Lola bent way over. Her hair hung down and her view was of the bathroom
mat, the sink bottom and an edge of the tub. She closed her eyes. Nothing
she said would matter now, she could tell. Andy was going to punish her.
He was going to punish her no matter what! Then through the vapors of
memory came the image: Her father's hand coming down hard and she lay
across his knee. Her naked buttocks stinging with pain.

Andy positioned himself behind the bending blonde woman and felt his penis
pulsing with a, brutal impatience. Using his thumb and forefingers, Andy
slowly and deliberately parted the groaning girl's naked ass-cheeks to
expose her frantically puckering little anus.

He heard his wife moan in shamed despair, and then with a lewd smile on
his lips he bent forward and began kissing and nibbling the softly
resilient flesh.

"Ohhhhhh?" Lola whimpered in surprise and raised her head slightly. She
had been sure for a moment that he was about to strike her.

"This is what you enjoy, isn't it?" he said angrily. "Someone who'll kiss
your ass all the time?"

"Noooooo!" she said, shuddering at the strange wet feeling back there. It
felt cold, horrid . . . and yet disquietingly pleasurable. It was so
obscene, she thought, and then shivered as she felt her self control
beginning to melt away. It was as though the intense lovemaking to which
Andy had subjected her after their torrid scene in the car had loosened up
many hidden elements of her psyche. And the fact that this was happening
to her now - and her body was betraying her to its hungry needs - seemed to
her disturbed mind to be an extension of the inner upheaval of her world.

"Nnnnnngh!" Her husband's tongue flicked teasingly in the crack of her
widespread ass-cheeks and sent chills of lewd delight running up the spine
of the independent young blonde.

Her father's hand coming down, again and again on her naked ass-cheeks.
Her cries for him to stop! His voice rising, her yelling at him as her
bottom warmed up and then began tingling . . . tingling . . . tingling.

Abruptly Andy's wetly kissing mouth was gone and he was standing upright
behind her. "Move," he commanded, pushing her back toward the tub.

"But what . . .?" Yet Lola moved, helplessly. She felt like a child,
yes, a child being punished. But what had been her crime?

"Now bend over!" Andy growled, pushing her torso downward. "Bend over the
tub!"

Trembling in trepidation, Lola did as she was instructed, her long blonde
hair falling forward over her eyes, almost touching the blue perfumed water
of her bath.

"How would you like for me to shove my big cock up your ass?" he snapped,
the anger and excitement contorting his voice. "That's even better than
being kissed on the ass, isn't it?"

Lola's face reddened and her mouth gaped open in acute mental pain. She
felt so exposed, so transparent.

Her father had discovered the horrible thing she had done. And now she
was being punished for it! But she was guilty! She deserved it!

"Oh God! Please, Andy . . . please don't. I'll be a good wife . . . I've
been a good wife. No . . . NO!"

Andy brought the lust-swollen head of his long hard penis up to the tiny
opening between her naked buttocks. He stared at the frantically puckering
little opening for a second then began shoving forward, pulling his wife's
helplessly kneeling body back towards his rigid shaft of pulsating manhood.

"Aaaaaagghhh! Please, Andy, don't! You're hurting meeeeeee!" she
screamed, but it was no use. With thrust after brutal thrust, he rammed
his hotly pulsing penis farther up into her tight little anal opening. With
each savage jab, she gasped and moaned, but her piteous cries only excited
him more, and he began to fuck rhythmically up into the agony-wracked
depths of her virginal back passage, bringing loud wails of protest and
shame from her pain-contorted lips.

Digging his fingers viciously into her nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, the
lust-inflamed newscaster began to piston the thick rigid length of his
sodomizing shaft in and out of her painfully stretched anus with long
punishing strokes, pulling tiny pink ridges of her tender rectal flesh out
with the base of his cock as it withdrew each time for another vicious
lunge inside.

The gasping blonde jerked and quivered on the cold bathtub rim as an extra
hard forward movement seared far up into her tortured rectal passage. She
could hear his animal-like grunts of lewd delight echoing in the bathroom,
and somehow the crude sound triggered some masochistic response deep in her
belly. Suddenly, in spite of her discomfort, she clenched her anal muscles
tightly together trying to increase the growing sensation of pleasure his
hotly pulsing penis was wringing from her.

"Aaaaaagh, God! It's tight!" he grunted, throwing his head back and
squeezing his eyes shut in obscene enjoyment.

Before either of them became fully aware of what was happening, Lola
started to move backward to meet each forward lunge of his sodomizing
shaft, lewdly undulating her naked body and swinging her buttocks in wild
little circles as she clasped his organ tightly with her muscular sphincter
ring on the outstroke.

God, Lola thought, what's happening to me? It actually feels good! And
with this knowledge, the last vestiges of her self control evaporated under
the intolerable heat of her lust. She wanted more of his male flesh.
More. More!

Andy's body shuddered with lewd delight now as his passionate blonde wife
thrust her impaled buttocks back to meet each powerful stroke of his wetly
glistening cock into her widespread anus. It was all too much. The
pleasure too intense! Any second he was going to shoot his pent-up sperm
far up into the warm spongy tightness of her anal passage.

Andy could see long strands of her pale blonde hair lashing from side to
side inside the tub as the subserviently kneeling girl gasped and moaned
and bucked her naked body wildly back against him. He smiled in lewd
triumph as he heard her shrill cry and felt the involuntary twitching of
her rectal muscles. The hot little bitch was about to orgasm.

"Cum, cum!" she implored, hysterically, as she fucked frantically back at
him. "Cum with me, darling."

From behind her, incoherent groans tumbled from Andy's throat as he shoved
forward with one last piercing thrust that almost rammed through the
convulsing walls of her belly as his cum exploded in spurt after spurt up
into the ravaged depths of her rectum. Lola lifted her cock-impaled
buttocks high into the air and pressed back against his hairy loins while
his ejaculating sperm continued to fill her back passage to overflowing.
Then as she groaned in satiation, Andy collapsed over her naked body.

After a long while, Lola felt his weight lifting from her. The exhausted
housewife tried to pull herself erect, only to tumble forward on her face
down on the soft bathroom rug. She lay there, not daring to look up, her
arms and legs limp, her vaginal and rectal muscles still spasming with the
memory of her overpowering climax.

When she finally mustered the strength to rise, she saw that Andy was
gone. On rubbery legs, she walked to the door, locked it, then returned to
the tub where she lowered herself. Then she turned on the warm water and
let it rise up and caress her bruised and aching loins.

There was a soft smile on her beautiful face as she closed her eyes
dreamily. In a moment she heard a timid knock at the door. The knocking
continued, and she heard Andy's voice call out her name. When she didn't
answer, the knocking finally stopped. Lola remained in the tub, soaking
herself, deep in thought . . . occasionally smiling in remembered pleasure
. . . occasionally grimacing as some rectal muscle twitched in protest.
Chapter 5

The shiny black Lincoln turned into the unshaped driveway fronting Station
KTPQ at exactly 7:55, just as it did every morning. As the car braked to a
stop, the driver's door swung open and a short, fat puffy-faced man wearing
a wrinkled black uniform and a chauffeur's glossy peaked cap stepped out
and smartly yanked open the rear door facing the station.

Old Foster descended slowly, taking hold of the outstretched hand offered
by the driver, but turned it loose as soon as one foot gained a firm hold
on the pavement. The other leg was warped, shorter, with a turned-in foot
- the result of a World War II battle injury - which he steadied with a
gold-tipped cane.

Suddenly he straightened his long gaunt form and began hobbling toward the
station front door, moving swiftly for any man nearing his 60th year, not
including one with a handicap. Part of the reason for his seeming vitality
was the fact that the old boy had been secretively taking hormone shots.
At first he had been skeptical, but for the last three mornings with his
bedsheets looking like a tent . . . and right in the middle was the finest
tent-pole in the world . . . one any 20 year-old stud would be proud of.
Of course, his new virility and vitality had been quite disconcerting to
his closest employees - those who worked on the hallowed upper floors of
the television studio. And this morning, he was determined to give them
something to really talk about!

Inside, Foster chuckled to himself as he bobbed and lurched down a long
wood-paneled corridor, announcing his arrival with a staccato tap-tap-tap
of his cane. In front of one door, a cluster of chattering girls slivered
abruptly before one summoned up enough courage to call out, "Morning, Mr.
Foster!"

"Good morning, lovelies!" he shouted back, the granite-like features of
his face breaking into a lecherous grin as he ran his hawkish eyes hungrily
over their upturned breasts and pert little buttocks. Tap-tap-tap.

"Good morning, men!" he boomed to a trio of men hunched over their desks
in the news room. "If you run across anything hot, send her in." The men
looked up and forced a nervous laugh not really sure what the old boy meant
but pretty sure he wasn't talking about a female - then returned grimly to
the task of culling a stack of news reports on their desks.

Old Foster turned a corner to his personal office and noticed Andy
standing nearby, obviously waiting for him.

"Morning, Sir. If I could have a word with you?"

The gray-haired station president studied the newscaster's face 
suspiciously without speaking.

"Mr. Foster, it's about Rudy Dayton, my sister's brother . . . If I could
explain . . ."

Foster reacted as if cold water had been thrown in his face. He whacked
his cane sharply against the door and glared at the brown-haired younger
man.

"That upstart! That insolent . . ."

Andy's face reddened. "Sir, I can explain . . ."

Old Foster whirled and shouldered his way into his office like a wounded
bull. He made it to his desk in four or five swift bouncing, half-leaping
movements, then plopped angrily in a high-backed burgundy leather chair.
As Andy entered cautiously, the tall gaunt executive waved for him to sit
down.

"Well, Mr. Taberon, you were saying about that jackass of a brother-in-law
of yours?"

Andy bit his lip and shifted uneasily in his chair.

"Sir . . . I'll only take ten minutes of your time."

"Five." interrupted Foster.

"Five minutes, sir. What I have to say . . ."

"Then say it, Taberon. You've only got five minutes."

Sweating uncomfortably under the steady gaze of his superior's steel-gray
eyes, Andy summoned all his courage. "Mr. Foster, Rudy is sorry, very
sorry for the way he spoke to you that morning. He wanted me to let you
know."

"He told me to get fucked."

Andy gulped hard and his swallow was heard across the room. "Did he,
sir!"

"Right in this very office."

"This office?" blurted out the flustered newscaster.

"Taberon!" exploded Foster, rising wobbily on one foot and glancing at his
watch, "you've used up too much valuable time already!"

The bespeckled announcer was jolted alert. "What he said to you was
unforgivable, Mr. Foster. It was plain crazy. But Rudy wasn't himself
that morning."

"Himself? You mean there's times when he's worse? Impossible!"

"I mean . . . well, to be truthful, he's having problems with his wife."

"His wife?"

"I probably shouldn't mention this, Mr. Foster, it being a family thing,
but that's why he wasn't himself. You see, his wife won't . . . uh."

The gray-haired television executive leaned forward, for the first time
that morning completely at attention. "Won't what . . .?" he asked softly.

"Won't . . . let him make love to her."

Old Foster slumped back in his chair, snorting, "What's the matter with
him?"

"Nothing, that is, as much as I can tell," replied Andy nervously, his
face turning a bright crimson. "It's just that his wife won't let him
touch her as long as he's not working."

"Not working, you say? Well, there's damned little chance of it here."

"He would make a fine roving reporter, or a sportscaster. I'm sure of it.

If you would give him a chance to prove . . ."

"He told me to get fucked."

"What he said was . . . rash," came back Andy, weakly. "He wasn't
himself. When a woman holds back on a man, sometimes he's not himself."

The television executive sat studying the younger man in silence for a
moment. Slowly he began to realize there might be some advantages in the
situation for him. That young expert's sister was the sexy weather girl . .
. Lola Dayton. Dayton had one very nice ass and too very nice legs and
tits on her. Was she interested in getting her brother a job? Yes . . .
it just might work out. At the thought of the delectable young girl,
Foster felt his long dormant penis beginning to show some signs of
virility. He twisted his hands together in front of him and finally said, 
"Taberon . . . you really want me to give that red-headed harebrain another
chance?"

"He would make a fine reporter," Andy said quickly, "I'm sure of it."

"I wish I were," answered Foster somberly.

"But you will consider giving him a try?"

"I will consider it," replied the gray-haired executive. "See me again in
two or three days . . ." He stood, supporting himself with one strong hand
on his desk. "Now if you will be good enough to let me get some work done."

Andy got up and headed for the door. "Thanks so much Mr. Foster, I'll tell
Rudy."

As soon as the door closed behind the young man, Old Foster left his desk
and began hobbling back and forth, thinking. After a few moments, he
glanced out the window, still lost in thought. Well, by God. There was
really only one way to make sure the hormone shots were really doing the
job. Give them a test-run!

He was breathing rapidly - panting, actually - when he pressed down the
intercom to his secretary and said with deceptive gentleness, "Get me the
weather girl on the phone . . ."
* * *

Andy headed straight for his office as soon as he left Old Foster. There
were things to catch up on that he had been putting off for weeks, but most
of all he wanted to phone Lola. She would be happy to know that he had
convinced the station's president to give her brother a second chance.

He was humming as he entered his office and had already dialed the first
three digits of Lola's number before his nose picked up the faint Jasmine
scent of perfume that hung in the air.

Cradling the receiver, he whirled and saw Rudy's wife demurely ensconced
in the black leather couch, an impish smile playing across her pretty face.

A short navy blue skirt was hiked high, revealing the sleek curves of her
nylon-encased legs, and she wore a sheer white satin blouse which fitted
snugly across her lushly ripened breasts.

Andy paled and glanced nervously at the door. Abruptly he decided he
wasn't going to go through the worry routine again, so he moved over to the
door, locked it, then turned to face her.

What he saw made his jaw drop, his eyes widen. Just within that short
space of time, the young housewife had risen from the couch and was
unbuttoning her blouse . . . slowly and teasingly - like a strip teaser.
Then, her eyes locked on his, she removed her blouse, let it fall
carelessly to the floor.

"Andy," she said, hoarsely, "help me with my brassiere?"

"Denise," he said, his hands trembling. He knew he should tell his
beautiful young sister-in-law to leave, to get the hell out. Instead,
though, he found himself drawn to her, slowly at first, then his steps
quickening until he was at her side, his fingers fumbling at her brassiere
snaps, his entire body coming alive - heart pounding, penis elongating and
beginning to throb in anticipation.

She caressed his shoulder and ran her fingers in little circles on his
back under his cock as he removed her brassiere and tossed it quickly to
one side. Then she arched her back slightly, letting him run his eyes
hungrily over her proudly upthrust breasts.

Without warning, she pulled him to her and kissed him voraciously on the
mouth. Then, she began flicking her wet little tongue in and out of his
mouth as he cupped her nakedly offered breasts in his hands and began
stroking and squeezing them.

"Harder, lover, harder!" implored the panting brunette, her breathing
coming in short, quick gasps of delight.

Andy tweaked her spiked-out nipples and then began squeezing and kneading
the soft resilient mounds of her breasts more vigorously.

"Yessssss . . . ohhhh . . . that's it!" pouted the pretty brunette.

Of their own accord, Andy's hands dropped and his trembling fingers began
unzipping her skirt. As soon as it fell in a swirl of cloth around her
ankles, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic band at the top of her white
sheer panties and pulled them down over her flaring buttocks. He watched
with bated breath as the nylon undergarment slowly revealed her dark-haired
pussy mound before sliding down her firm young thighs and legs.

When she was completely naked, the ravishing brunette sighed and leaned
back on the couch, pulling the older man with her. He crouched between her
legs on his knees and began running his hands against her sleek inner
thighs, holding them wide apart. The sparsely curling pussy hairs framing 
her little pink vaginal lips made a mouth-watering sight, and she watched
with a small gasp of anticipation as he lowered his head slowly to the base
of her belly.

As he began heatedly planting kisses on her passionately quivering pussy
mound, Denise arched her hips upward into his face and flung her head
wantonly to one side.

"Ooooh, Andy," she moaned. "Yessssss . . . eat me. Eat me!" In a moment
Andy was flicking his tongue hungrily in and out of her succulent cuntal
flesh, tickling and nipping at her erect little clitoris with lips, teeth
and nose. The titillating contact brought gasp after gasp of lewd delight
from deep within the naked young girl's throat.

As Andy continued his relentless attack on her wildly ecstatic vaginal
flesh, she felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her
straining breasts. He pinched the pink little buds of her nipples - first
one, then the other, then both at the same time - sending shudders of
erotic pleasure rippling like heat-lightining through her nerves.

Her own hands moved down over his tantalizing fingers working on her
tingling breasts and silently instructed him to also caress and massage the
straining mounds. A moment later her hands slid down over her flat
stomach, near his nibbling mouth.

Breathing in short, quick gasps, she anxiously spread apart the hair-lined
lips of her moistly throbbing pussy, giving him easier access to her cuntal
flesh. The newscaster's long wet tongue shot out, its flicking tip
immediately making a searing contact with her vibrating clitoris.

"Ohhhhhh," Denise groaned deliriously as the lust-inflamed newsman licked
his tongue up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, down over the
layers of sensitive flesh surrounding her vaginal opening and lower into
the crevice between her squirming buttocks where it tantalizingly probed
the tight ring of rubbery skin circling her anus.

"Yesssssssss, Oh, yesssssssss," she gasped, her whole lower body writhing
in a paroxysm of obscene pleasure as she attempted to lock her
nylon-encased legs around his head.

Denise Dayton's fingers clawed at her brother-in-law's hair, trying to
guide his face back to her hungrily throbbing cunt. Andy struck nerve
endings before quickly withdrawing it to concentrate on her clitoris.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her neck flexing in wild
unrestrained pleasure as his teeth gently nibbled the supersensitive little
stalk of flesh.

Her arousal excited Andy's cock to an even greater rock-hardness, and he
knew he had to fuck her now or go crazy. Swaying, he jumped to his feet
and began stripping off his clothes, dropping them haphazardly onto the
carpet. Soon, completely naked, he was standing over her, his thick rigid
penis menacingly jutting out like a huge knobbed spear.

Denise's eyes froze on his visibly throbbing cock. Slowly, wantonly, her
mouth opened in pleased surprise, and her little pink tongue licked lewdly
at her pouting lower lip. God, she had never guessed her handsome
brother-in-law was equipped with such a nice long cock. She had known it
was big from the way it felt that night she had squirmed around in his lap.

But this? Why it was huge . . . wonderfully big and it looked hard as a
brick. Abruptly she could wait no longer. She had to have that hotly
pulsating shaft up inside her belly - had to have it now. At the same
moment she heard her lust-constricted voice pleading, "Do it now, lover.
Please fuck me now . . . oh I want it so bad."

Pleased with her impatience, Andy wasted no time as she splayed her legs
wider in an age-old invitation to be mounted. He leaned nakedly over her,
his breath coming in hoarse pants of desire, and with one hand guided his
long hard penis to her hair-lined vaginal slit. As his mushroomed
cock-head parted the wetly quivering lips of her pussy, the petite brunette
began to undulate her hips up and down in a frantic dance of eagerness.

"Ohhhhhh . . . hurry . . . damnit, give it to me," she begged, then
groaned loudly as Andy abruptly pushed forward, forcing the lust-swollen
tip of his cock just inside her wet little cuntal mouth.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!"

The first hot feel of her inner vaginal flesh caused the newscaster to go
almost berserk. Uncaring that he possibly could be heard out in the studio
hallway, he rammed forward, feeling nothing but power and erotic pleasure
as his long cock slipped up through her hot buttery flesh into her tightly
clasping vaginal passage.

"Aaaaeeeeeeiiiiiieeee," Denise shrieked, as she felt his pulsating
hardness driving like an axe handle up into her belly. A moment later she
wailed in lewd pleasure as the burgeoning head of his cock brushed against
and bounced off her cervix. Christ, he was in deep . . . even deeper than
her husband had ever been. It felt as if her tight little cunt was stuffed
beyond capacity, but oddly enough there was no pain . . . only pleasure at
being finally fucked by her handsome brother-in-law. Of their own
volition, her hips began pumping up and down in rhythm to his each powerful
thrust with her legs snaked out to wrap around his waist. She used her 
heels as spurs against his naked buttocks to drive him in deeper, then put
her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers. They
kissed, savagely biting each others parted lips, their tongues fighting for
supremacy while they ground their bodies against each other and his long
thick penis fucked like a piston in and out of her hair-lined little cunt.

Seeking every possible source of pleasure, Denise arched her shoulders
backward to bring her upthrust young breasts against the older man's chest,
scraping her peaked-out nipples against his matted hair. Still not
satisfied, she dropped one hand down between their lewdly entwined bodies
and began gently caressing his heavy, sperm-laden balls testicles, wringing
loud moans of pleasure from his mouth.

As thrill after erotic thrill shot through their vibrating nerve endings,
both man and woman realized their arousal had already pushed them over the
edge of restraint. Andy hadn't made more than twenty or thirty body-jolting
strokes into her hot little pussy before the young girl was groaning like
someone in agony and her naked body was humping up to him in wild spasmodic
jerks that signaled her impending climax. "Ohhhhhh yes," she breathed . .
. "Yessssss . . . yessssss. YES!"

Andy sweated above her, driving in with ever longer and harder thrusts
into her streaming vaginal passage as the long tapered fingernails of her
free hand began clawing his muscular back and raising long red welts of
passion. He drew back slightly so he could watch her lust-contorted face,
and when he saw her eyelids begin to flutter he realized abruptly that she
was close to cumming. It was difficult to believe, but she was there.

The news commentator increased the savage tempo of his thrusts up into her
tightly clasping cunt, hammering hard and deep into her belly . . . knowing
even as he did so that he would not be able to retain any kind of control
at this torrid pace. Even as the thought crossed his mind, he could feel
the inexorable tingling building up in his balls, could sense the seminal
tube on the underside of his penis swelling, his entire cock burgeoning,
growing like a balloon up inside her hot little pussy.

Beneath him, his sister-in-law suddenly groaned loudly, choked, then her
breath caught and her nakedly squirming body stiffened. Abruptly she
exploded!

"Aaaaaaeeeeeiiiiieeeeee . . . I'm cummmming . . . I'm cummmmminnnnnggggg,"
she wailed as her sweat-streaked body heaved and jerked upward off the
couch. As her hotly convulsing vaginal muscles worked all around the
full-length of his deeply embedded cock, Andy knew he was there too. There
was no longer any thought of holding off. He groaned as his hot boiling
sperm pumped through his wildly jerking penis, jetting far up inside her 
welcoming cunt. In spite of his ejaculation, he continued to fuck in and
out of her wetly spasming vaginal passage and was immediately rewarded with
her cries of rapture, "I'm cumming again, lover . . . ohhh . . .
ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

It seemed as if their mutual joy would never end, but gradually, as his
dwindling penis deflated inside her cum-filled pussy, the newscaster and
his naked sister-in-law relaxed against each other on the couch. They held
on to each other desperately, listening to the thunderous pounding of their
hearts and the whistling sounds of their breath.

They lay there in silence for almost five minutes before Andy pulled
himself up and started tugging on his clothes. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw the disheveled Denise staring at him with an unfathomable
expression on her face.

Finally she nodded her head just once. "That was good, Andy . . . very
good," she purred. "I guess we finished what we started the other night."

Unaccountably, the newscaster felt his face redden. Jesus Christ, he
thought in dismay as full recognition of what he had just done hit him.
I've committed adultery with my own sister-in-law.

As if sensing the turmoil in his mind, Denise smiled and dimpled, then
stood up and languorously began pulling on her rumpled white panties. As
she bent over, her naked ass-cheeks toward him, the older man felt an
immediate return of lust for the petite brunette . . . and yet, he knew he
must never let this happen again. My God . . . suppose someone had heard
them . . . suppose Lola suspected?

Moments later, still feeling awkward as he unlocked the door, Andy
stammered, "Well . . . ah . . . thanks for dropping by, Denise. I-I really
don't know how to thank you."

"Let me think about it for awhile, lover," said the young girl unable to
keep from laughing at his obvious discomfort.

As she turned on her high heels and clicked down the corridor, there was a
new look of confidence on her face. She grinned again as she thought about
what Andy had said, and her stride faltered momentarily as the memory of
the pleasure she had gotten from him returned. Then she took a deep breath
and began walking again . . . a confident, beautiful young girl on her way
up. So you don't know how to thank me, Andy. Well, you're going to get
your chance, lover. You're going to get your chance . . .
Chapter 6

Old Foster glanced at his watch and eased back in his plush high-backed
chair. It was 2:15 in the afternoon and the appointment was for 2:30.
Plenty of time yet.

Impatiently, he got up from his desk and hobbled to the window and peered
out. After a moment's reflection, he moved back to his desk, plopped down
hard in the chair, and began leafing through his calendar for the fifth
time that afternoon. A moment later, he pushed the calendar aside brusquely
and began tapping out an impatient rhythm with his fingers on the desk.

All the while, he kept his eyes glued to the door.

When the knock finally came, the lean, graying television executive pulled
himself to his feet and chuckled in anticipation.

"Come in, come in!" he shouted.

The door swung open and Lola Taberon and Denise Dayton appeared in the
doorway.

"Welcome, my lovelies!" chortled Foster, clasping his hands reverently.
"You're right on time." He motioned for them to sit down.

As the young shapely girls eased themselves into a heavily cushioned
burgundy leather sofa, each girl caught the lustful, rapacious glint in the
aging executive's eyes.

Lola glanced nervously at Denise, then back to the television president.
"We're wondering why you sent for us, Mr. Foster."

"Don't get your pretty heads to fretting," replied the gaunt executive,
cackling, his burning eyes greedily darting over the girls' curvaceous legs
and proudly uplifted breasts. "Now, don't you girls think it's about time
we got to know each other better?"

"Wh-what do you mean, Mr. Foster?" asked Lola, startled out of her usual
calm. The look on his face was unmistakable.

Foster leaned forward, his thick gray eyebrows furrowing menacingly. "I
mean it's past time for dilly-dallying, don't you think?"

"Dilly-dallying?" said Denise, completely confused. She shot Lola an 
apprehensive glance, but got no comfort from the honey blonde weather girl
who looked as if she were about to start running for the door.

The tall seasoned executive leaned back in his chair and set his jaw hard.

"That upstart boy-husband of yours," he said, deliberately to Denise.
"Why don't we begin with him?"

"Ru-dy?" said Lola, attempting to rise from the couch.

"The same," growled Foster. "Mister Rowdy Redhead himself."

"What about Rudy?" said Lola, forcing herself to settle back in the couch.

"Have you . . . decided to give him a job, after all?"

Before he could answer, Denise interrupted, "Oh, that would be wonderful,
Mr. Foster!" she exclaimed, deliberately taking a deep breath and arching
her lushly rounded breasts out while crossing her shapely legs so that her
little mini-skirt rode higher on her legs. "You don't know how anxious -"

The gray-haired television executive cut her off abruptly with a sharp
wave of his hand. "Before we get into that," he said, a lewd smile
crinkling his leathery face, would you two girls like to have an afternoon
refreshment with me?"

Lola and Denise exchanged quick glances.

"I don't know," said the shapely blonde weather girl, a cold shiver of
apprehension coursing through her as she felt his piercing lustful eyes
stripping her bare. "I'm not sure I care -" She nodded at her brunette
companion.

Denise dimpled as she caught the aged president blatantly inspecting her
voluptuous body. "It - it's very kind of you, sir. If you have a Coke,
that would be fine."

"Quaint girl," grunted Foster. He pulled himself up from behind his desk
and, supporting himself with his gold-tipped cane, hobbled quickly toward a
heavy walnut cabinet on the other side of the office.

"Maybe a little bit of bourbon, if you have some . . ." said Lola,
hesitantly, to the gray-haired president as he yanked open a door to the
cabinet, ". . . but not too strong. Sometimes it goes to my head."

"Don't worry, lovelies, because I'm going to give you a rare treat. It's
a special liqueur which an old Army buddy brought me from Mexico." He did
not bother to explain that it was made from selected herbs and a few dried 
cactus buds - and had been used by the Indians for centuries as an
aphrodisiac. He did grin, however. "My friend tells me it drives women
wild."

Foster shot them a wicked glance over his shoulder. "It's special," he
said, chortling. "You'll like it - or are you afraid of wild native
tales?"

"Really, Mr. Foster," said Lola, "you don't think I'm that nave, do you?"

Denise shifted excitedly on the couch. "Oh, let's have some!" she said,
laughing, then glanced up coyly. "Not that I really need it, you
understand."

The gaunt executive withdrew a half-filled crystal decanter and three
cordial glasses from the cabinet. He poured out ample portions of the
liqueur into the glasses and, ambling over to the couch, carefully
balancing a small tray, offered each girl a glass.

The shapely blonde and brunette regarded the glasses for a moment, then
slowly raised them to their lips for an experimental sip.

"Well, how about it girls?" the wrinkled executive asked. "Doesn't it go
down real smooth?"

"Oh, I really like it," beamed Denise excitedly. It was surprisingly
pleasant. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the
velvety sweetness.

"Mmmmm," said Lola, licking her lips in appreciation, "it is good." She
pressed a palm to a flushed cheek and smiled. "But it's already making me
feel warm."

"Nothing like a relaxing drink," chuckled the lean leathery executive.
"Drink up, girls, drink up!" He raised his own glass and drained it with
one great gulp. Then, as he watched the voluptuous blonde and petite
brunette finish off the contents of their glasses, he fought back the
temptation to hurriedly pour them each a second portion. Patience, he told
himself. If the stuff was as potent as he had been told, both of the girls
would be as randy as billy-goats in a few minutes . . .

Foster boldly hobbled to the couch and sat down between them. He let his
cane fall on the thick pile rug near the couch, then slipped his arms
around both of the girls' waists. "Just like one big happy family," he
cackled, "so why don't we dispose of some formalities - like our clothes,
for example."

"Please . . . Mr. Foster," said Lola, "be serious." She glanced at Denise
who sat in silence.

"I am serious," shot back the tough station president, as he kicked off
his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt. His stony gaze removed any
doubts that the girls might have about his intentions.

"I-I can't," said Denise wearily, as the aphrodisiac began to take effect.

She tried to rise, but her legs felt rubbery and she slid back down in the
couch.

"You can, believe me," growled Foster, "if you care one whit about that
husband of yours. He wants to work, does he? Well, he'll get no help from
me, unless . . ." Suddenly he snaked a hand up under the brunette's blouse,
cupping one of her full sensuous breasts. She shivered in uncontrollable
pleasure and her body grew taut, for she was already beginning to feel the
effects of the drink he had given her.

"I-I just can't," she repeated, tearfully, as a warm light-headedness and
slight tingling sensation crept all over her flesh.

"You can, and you will!" shouted Foster, determined.

The lust-driven executive turned to the frightened blonde beside him.
"And you, my dear, must join us for some fun."

"Me?" said the shocked blonde. "Mr. Foster, I never . . . I . . ." She
put her hands to her cheeks and her head bobbed suddenly, for she, too, was
beginning to feel the effects of the drink.

"Oh yes you can!" snapped the angry executive. "Even if you don't care
whether your brother works for me or not, just remember that your job is
not all that secure."

"Please, I really want to go . . ." She attempted to rise but the room
spun crazily around her. She collapsed in the couch, her arms dangling.
"Oh God," she said, gasping, "what's happening to me."

Foster shot a hawkish glance at Denise. She lay back against the couch,
breathing deeply, her soft brown eyes staring hypnotically at the ceiling.

He turned his attentions again to Lola and jerked her head abruptly toward
him. As he whispered hotly in her ear, her blue eyes widened in surprise
and her body stiffened. "No, no please . . . I couldn't do that!"

Foster got up suddenly and yanked her roughly to her feet. He shook her
violently, his strong bony fingers digging into her arms. "Listen, Miss
Weather Queen! If you've got any sense in that pretty head of yours,
you'll entertain me this afternoon, understand?! And if you put on a real
howling performance, there may be some hope for your brother after all.
And if you don't entertain me, there's no hope at all . . . for him . . .
or for you."

"But I . . . I don't know what to do," she said, blushing and turning her
head to one side. Oh God! What had she gotten herself into?

"Just do as I say," he boomed, "but there's really nothing to learn." He
chuckled lewdly. "It'll come to you naturally."

"Mr. Foster . . . please don't make me do that!" she said, her eyes
pleading.

"No more dilly-dallying!" he exploded. "Off with your clothes!"

Reluctantly, the shapely blonde took off her blouse, then slipped out of
her slacks. She looked up at him, hesitatingly.

"All of them!" he shouted, trembling with rage.

Slowly she reached behind her, unhooked her brassiere, and as her ripely
rounded breasts sprang free, the lecherous gaunt executive ran his eyes
greedily over them. Then as the pretty blonde squirmed out of her white
bikini panties, Old Foster stepped back, panting with desire at her
ravishing Venus-like nakedness.

"Now, my lovely," he grinned wickedly, "the show begins. Remember, do
exactly what I told you to do."

She turned her head from him and glanced furtively at Denise, who sat in
stunned silence, as if mesmerized by a mixture of fear and curiosity. The
pretty brunette continued to stare at her naked sister-in-law sitting down
on the couch beside her.

Impulsively, Lola took one of Denise's limp hands and caressed it as the
younger girl's eyes darted over the weather girl's naked body. A moment
later, Lola wound one arm around her startled companion and, drawing her
close, kissed her softly on the lips. When the trembling brunette pulled
back, blinking in astonishment, Lola kissed her again - passionately this
time - letting her tongue dart in and out of her mouth. Then with growing
enthusiasm, the voluptuous blonde let her full weight press the trembling
brunette fully down on the couch.

Seated in a cushioned chair only a few feet away, Old Foster slapped his
thighs loudly, "That's it!" he chortled, "continue my pretty ones, on with
it!"

Lola, feeling the flames of desire rise higher in her, continued to flick
her tongue in and out of Rudy's wife's mouth. She was pleased when Denise
moaned and drew her closer to her, returning the kiss by twirling her wet
little tongue passionately against her own.

Suddenly Lola pulled away and - with her breath coming rapidly - whispered
something to the younger girl who rolled her eyes dizzily, gasped in
pleasure, and nodded in eagerness. Lola bent over and slipped one hand up
under her sister-in-law's skirt to the elastic leg band of her white lace
panties. Both girls were panting as Lola slowly wedged her outstretched
middle finger between the leg band and parted the damp tendrils of pussy
hair. Gently then, she wormed her finger inside the wet heat of the girl's
hotly pulsating vagina.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" groaned Denise from deep inside her throat. Lola whispered
reassuringly again and the petite brunette began running her hands shyly
over the voluptuous blonde's naked body, thrilling to the silken smoothness
of the older girl's flesh. Within moments her hands came to rest on the
warm softness of Lola's sensuous breasts and a shiver of delight rippled
through her as she felt the resilient flesh give way to her kneading
fingers.

Shifting suddenly, Denise dropped her wetly ovalled mouth to one of the
quivering little nipples and began sucking on it like a child with a mint.

"Mmmmmmm," Lola sighed, "gooooood, Denise . . ."

"Perfect, is what you mean!" crooned Foster, leaning closer, a lewd smile
on his face. "Perfect!"

Denise continued sucking on the berry-like nipple of Lola's heaving
breast; then, her passion mounting, she let her wet tongue glide from one
soft mound to the other, stopping to suck and nibble on each pink bud of
sensitive flesh.

"Ummmmmm," moaned Lola, "gooooood, Denisssee . . . don't stop now. . ."
Her head fell back in ecstasy as the wetly heated mouth devoured her
breasts. When she abruptly remembered that her middle finger was still
embedded in the slender brunette's hotly clasping vagina, she began a slow,
rhythmic finger-fucking in and out of the tight little hole.

"Uuuunngghh . . . mmmmmmmm," the wantonly writhing brunette groaned deep
in her throat as she began sucking more greedily on Lola's melon-like
breasts. As their arousal grew, they tightened their grip and pulled each
other closer.

"On with it, girls!" goaded the aroused executive from his chair a short
distance away. By God the aphrodisiac was really working on those two hot
little bitches now, and there was no doubt that the hormone shots had
worked on him! He felt as if he could fuck them both into a coma, screw
them until they couldn't walk for a week.

Lola, observing the beads of sweat trailing down the brunette's forehead
and the desperate look in her eyes, withdrew her finger from the brunette's
wetly vibrating pussy and began removing Denise's blouse. This was
followed seconds later by the younger girl's sheer white brassiere,- which
was tossed haphazardly on top of the pile of clothes already on the floor.
Lola gazed down admiringly at Denise's lushly swaying breasts and began
caressing them with knowledgeable fingers.

"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! It's sooo nice," the petite brunette moaned, running
her hands frantically up and down the naked blonde's back.

Once kindled, the flames of lesbianic passion flared higher between them
and it was with eagerly trembling fingers that a panting Denise twisted and
turned violently to assist Lola in pulling off her skirt and white nylon
panties.

As Denise lay quivering there in complete nakedness,, the statuesque
blonde bent down and gazed rapturously at the forest of soft brown pussy
hair surrounding the young girl's cuntal slit; then with a low groan of
hunger began to lick the smooth young body, starting with the sensuously
ripened breasts. Her own voluptuous body was quivering with a lewd
forbidden hunger as she sucked first the right, then the left, turgid
nipple of each full mound up into her watering mouth. As the petite
brunette began to respond with low moans and sighs, she worked one hand
down across Denise's flat white abdomen and began lightly stroking her
sensitive inner thighs.

Rudy's wife lay back, rolling her head ecstatically, as her blonde
sister-in-law sucked gently on her breasts while the fingers of one hand
moved ever closer to her pulsating vaginal flesh. To the slim brunette,
there was something uniquely wonderful and exciting in the way the popular
blonde weather girl made her feel. It was far different than with a male.
Her heart began to beat faster as Lola suddenly pulled her legs apart
again, inserted a middle finger into her wetly quivering vaginal entrance.

Lola licked and sucked fervently on her sister-in-law's naked breasts as
she slowly fucked in and out of the moistly throbbing vagina with her
tapering middle finger. A moment later, the blonde weather girl bent down
and began to heatedly rub her own breasts against Denise's, all the while
continuing her slow, rhythmic fingering below.

"Oh, Denise," moaned Lola, gasping aloud, "this feels so good. Is it good
for you, too?"

"Oh, yes," the pretty brunette replied blissfully. "It's wonderful . . .
wonderful. I never thought it could be this way . . ."

"Right on!" shouted Foster, quaking with erotic excitement, his angry cock
jerking and lurching frantically in his trousers.

Almost as if she were mesmerized, Lola began to move her head downward,
allowing her flicking tongue to lick a thrilling wet trail over the rounded
little belly and moving towards Denise's wetly excited pussy. The shapely
blonde weather girl was getting more aroused by the minute, stimulated by
her sister-in-law's uninhibited response to her lovemaking. When her full
sensuous lips reached the soft brown curls of Denise's pubic hair, she
crawled sideways and then carefully knelt between the brunette's trembling
legs. Her own warmly excited pussy was growing damp as her sensually
vibrant body tingled with anticipation and lust.

Trembling with excitement, she lowered her face toward Denise's moist,
pink pussy. A musky female aroma wafted up to her nostrils, increasing her
desire and nearly driving her wild with passion. Impulsively she flicked
out her tongue and touched the brunette's sensitive vaginal outer lips.
Denise shuddered and gasped, spreading her legs further apart and raising
her naked buttocks up off the couch.

Placing her thumbs on the softly yielding layers of moist pink flesh that
formed the opening to Denise's cuntal channel, Lola slowly spread them
wide, as she lowered her face towards the nakedly throbbing slit, and hot
flashes of forbidden desire rippled through her sultry body. How beautiful
her brother's young wife was, what a strange joy to touch and taste! With
a sigh of desire, she dropped her blonde head down and darted her long
slippery tongue up and down the full length of Denise's hair-lined, wetly
heated vaginal furrow.

The contact of Lola's tongue on her wildly trembling pussy made her
sister-in-law moan in utter pleasure. Warm tremors of passion surged
through her cuntal nerve endings and an electric excitement pervaded every
part of her sensually excited body. Soon the weather girl's probing tongue
found the erect little clitoris bud and her ovalled pink lips closed down 
around it, teasing and sucking it into a quivering mass of erotic pleasure.

The hazel-eyed brunette gasped aloud, her body tensing, for the sensation
was like a river of warmth that flowed up from her shamelessly aroused
loins and spread to every part of her body.

"Oooooooohhhhh . . ." she groaned in delight, ". . . ohhh Lola . . . I
love your tongue on my pussy. Yessssss . . . Oh God! Like that!!"

Working her way downward from the stiffly throbbing clitoris, the
lust-inflamed blonde let her flicking tongue lap along the fluted wet edges
of Denise's vaginal split until it reached the quivering little opening of
the girl's pussy. Carefully she explored the moist throbbing orifice, then
stiffened her tongue and began to fuck it upwards into the trembling cuntal
depths.

"Aaaagghhhh . . . good!" Denise mewled, her mouth opening and closing
slowly and her twitching body beginning to respond feverishly to the
blue-eyed blonde's artful tongue-fucking. Her heart pounded wildly as Lola
drove her tantalizing tongue deeper and deeper into her sensitive cuntal
walls, sending a shaft of blazing ecstasy through her body. Denise could
scarcely believe how wonderful it felt as tears welled in her eyes.

"Yesssssss! Stick your tongue deeper in my pussy. Ohhhh . . . make me
cum!" she shrieked wildly as the sleek blonde licked and sucked and jabbed
her tongue deeply into the wet pulsing recesses of her vaginal passage. "I
love it . . . love it!"

"And so do I, lovelies, so do I!" shouted the heavily aroused television
president. His eyes took in every lewd, undulating movement of the
salacious spectacle as the petite brunette was tongue-fucked into a state
of mindless response.

Her loins aflame, Denise pumped her pelvis upward to meet the sucking
weather girl's probing mouth with rapidly mounting abandon. Then, with a
loud groan of pleasure, the passionate brunette reached down with both
hands and pushed her lover's blonde head lewdly down into her hungrily
grinding cunt. She wanted more! Feverishly, she churned her vaginal furrow
against Lola's wetly fucking mouth, moaning all the time like a wild jungle
cat in heat.

Lola's own body was boiling with volcanic excitement as she sucked
greedily on the younger girl's warmly scented cunt. Kneading Denise's
nakedly rounded buttocks with one hand, she worked the other down between
her own legs to finger her own wildly tingling clitoris in tempo with her
tongue racing in and out of the warm buttery flesh of her brother's young
wife.

A moment later the hotly excited blonde pulled her face away from the
brunette's drenched and vibrating pussy. Panting desperately, with a wild
frenzied look in her eyes, she swung around on the couch and straddled
Denise's head with her knees and then eased her body forward, her head
falling over again between the slender brunette's knees.

As soon as Lola's warmly moistened tongue began darting and whirling
inside her quaking cuntal opening again, the excited brunette raised her
trembling lips slowly up to the sparsely covered pussy mound above her.
She began licking at the pink outer lips of the weather girl's vaginal
sheath, then, in a flood of passion, stiffened her tongue and drove it
deeply into Lola's wetly glistening cunt. She felt a moment of wild
exhilaration as she felt the other girl shiver in lewd delight.

"Nnnnnnggghhhhhh," Denise mewled, her flaming cunt throbbing with
excitement as she, too, received the lusty tongue thrusts of Lola's darting
tongue. Lola towered above her, moaning and bobbing her head frantically,
insensible to everything but the excruciating thrills that tore through her
body with hurricane force. Both of them found their own pleasure magnified
ten-fold with the realization they were giving joy as well as taking it.

Old Foster stared bug-eyed at the two girls as they buried their heads in
each other's cunts and licked and sucked each other with wild abandon.
They were locked together tightly, their fingers embedded in each other's
buttocks as they pulled the undulating ass-cheeks closer to their faces . .
. greedy for the forbidden feast and the gluttonous pleasure it brought.

The white-haired television executive's pulse beat madly and his angry
cock lurched like a wild animal straining at its leash in his trousers as
he gaped at the thrashing mass of nakedly tangled female flesh. If he
watched this spectacle much longer, he thought, he would surely cum in his
trousers! Also, it was apparent from the increasing intensity of each
girl's movements and their frenzied breathing, which was coming in short,
fast gasps, that they were on the verge of mutual orgasm.

Finally Denise could hold back no longer. "Ooooooohhh," she wailed. "I'm
cumming . . . oh Lola, honey, I'm cuuummmmmmiinng!" She arched her hips
higher and her head fell back weakly against the couch as her wildly
excited cunt began convulsing in orgasm.

"No! Not yet!" implored Lola as Denise's warm mouth and frantic tongue
left her quivering vaginal flesh. "Oh please, not yet . . ." But Denise
had collapsed in satiated exhaustion on the sweat-stained couch, her brown
head thrown back gasping out the final throes of her powerful lesbianic
orgasm.

Above her, Lola's hungry loins cried out for relief. Her own orgasm had
been only seconds away, and now the angry fires of unsatisfied lust still
raged on within her. Frustrated, she dropped her hand down to her
saliva-coated pussy and slipped one finger down into the warmly throbbing
crevice. Then, through the haze of her misery, she saw that the gaunt
television executive was stripping off the rest of his clothes. In a
moment old Foster had seized her and was standing over her completely
naked, his thick massive penis jutting out of his hairy loins like a tree
trunk.

The statuesque blonde's eyes widened in horror as she gaped in disbelief
at her first real sight of the immense organ, unable to tear her gaze away
from the heavily-veined pole of flesh. God, it was already huge, and it
was still hardening and rising in ominous majesty as he leaned over her
with a hungry grin on his face.

Foster chuckled lewdly, "Well, lovely, how do you like my cock? Did you
ever see such a beauty before . . . or one so big?"

"I - please . . . Oh God! You'll split me wide open," the naked weather
girl cringed back against the sofa. Surely no woman could take anything
that monstrous and hard up inside her body. Lola watched him like a
paralyzed bird watches the advance of a snake, too terrified to move and
physically incapable of resisting.

The gray-haired executive easily shoved the trembling blonde back on the
couch, and used his knees to separate her firm young thighs in order to
expose the fleshy pink slit of her sweet little pussy, still glistening
moistly from the earlier tongue-fucking given her by Rudy's wife.

Foster flashed a lecherous grin as he saw her fearfully cowering away from
him, her glance still locked on his massively pulsating penis.

Then, without warning, the gray-haired television executive bent down and
began kissing his way downward across the goose-pimply flesh of her abdomen
and from there to her wetly quivering pussy. Immediately, he began licking
and lashing her turgid pink clitoris with his tongue, wringing moan after
moan of unwanted delight from the young housewife's throat.

Her moans rose to wails of forbidden delight as Foster dug his fingers
into the soft flesh of her buttocks as his long lizard-like tongue burrowed
deep up into her warmly clasping vaginal sheath, relighting the fires of
lust which had been raging through her naked body only a short time before.

She tried to hold onto her fear as the only thing which stood between
herself and a mindless lust, but Foster was turning her back into an animal
again and she was powerless to stop him.

"Are you ready for my nice big cock now, my pretty?" chuckled the sweating
executive as he raised his head and stared lewdly at her through the fleshy
valley of her erotically heaving breasts.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she heard a lust-contorted voice answering, but didn't
recognize that obscene croak as coming from her own throat. Automatically,
her hips started to rotate again, shamelessly offering up her femininity to
do with as he willed.

Slowly, Foster inched his way back up to her body, tormenting her rapidly
rising and falling breasts with his teeth and hot hungry mouth as he
gradually covered her voluptuous figure with his gaunt body. Of its own
volition, Lola's hair-fringed cuntal mound rose searchingly up in the air,
as it tried to capture that impaling spike of male flesh she had feared so
desperately only a short moment ago. She had to have that long hard cock
fucking far up inside her belly, and had to have it now. It made no
difference if he ripped her vagina into a thousand pieces; nothing mattered
but release, beautiful sexual release.

"Please . . . give it to me, Mr. Foster," she begged, "fuck me now!" Then
Lola closed her eyes and held her breath as the older man slid in between
her lewdly splayed legs and guided his thick rigid penis forward until the
huge purplish cock-head parted her quivering pussy lips.

"Uuuuuugggghh?" Lola cried out as the gaunt executive thrust forward.

He thrust again.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!!" Suddenly she was screaming! "Stop! God, it's
too big!" the futilely squirming blonde used both hands to push up against
his chest, but her frightened strength was no match for the lecherous
television executive's strength. With a sadistic chuckle, he rammed
forward once more, and Andy's wife quaked convulsively as the hotly
throbbing organ burrowed relentlessly up into her tightly resisting vaginal
passage, forcing her inner organs to each side of its battering path,
smashing anything that resisted its entry. It felt as though it was about
to come out of her throat and her mouth if it didn't stop soon.

"Stop! Please stop! You're hurting me!"

But he just stared at her through lust-dazed eyes, then rammed forward
with one final body-jolting thrust.

"Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed as his thick rigid cock, buried 
itself to the hilt up inside her painfully stretched vagina!

Grinning triumphantly, old Foster hovered motionless above her until the
impaled beauty's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax as her
tightly clasping pussy walls slowly grew accustomed to the warmly pulsating
pole of flesh lodged up between her legs. The leering gray-haired
executive flexed the entire length of his penis deep inside her belly,
forcing it still another inch further in, bringing another groan of
agonized protest from her trembling lips. He flexed again, then again,
grinning more wickedly as he heard her pleading groans grow softer and
softer as her moistly heated channel stretched and dilated around the
heavy-veined thickness of his cock. He began a slow gyrating motion with
his pelvis, then deliberately rubbing his rock-hard shaft against her
clitoris, all the while continuing to flex his massive instrument in her
vagina, straining the still-cringing walls outward until the long hard
invader fit snugly up into her wide-stretched belly like a sword in its
sheath.

Grunting impatiently, Foster began a slow rhythmic fucking motion in and
out of the young wife's tightly clasping pussy. Grinning lewdly, he used
long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly from the outmost crest
of his withdrawal to slam her tormented body deep into the couch with each
vicious stroke forward.

In spite of his brutal fucking however, the muscles of her body began to
flex in an unconscious rhythm with his cruelly pistoning cock, her hips
gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match every movement of the slaving
executive above her. As she humped wildly, ecstatic moans bubbled from her
lips.

Foster leered into her sweating beautiful face. "You love my big
beautiful cock, don't you?" he taunted her.

"Yes, yes! Oh, fuck me . . . give me more, more!" she begged, gasping
uncontrollably and wrapping her legs around his pumping buttocks.

The sweating executive increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding his
long hard penis savagely into the deep recesses of her belly.

"More, my lovely?" asked Foster, with a sadistic grin on his face. "Or
must I stop?"

"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed
uncontrollably. Her knees lifted until her legs were over the older man's
shoulders and, as her ass-cheeks arched high off the couch, she felt his
outstretched middle finger worm its way suddenly into her tight puckered 
anus and begin moving back and forth in time with each stroke of his
massive shaft sawing its way in and out of her wildly responding vagina.
The long rigid shaft of hot flesh thrusting inside of her wetly pulsating
pussy seemed to be going with jackhammer speed now, and over and over again
she could feel the build up of pleasure about to explode in her belly. She
was close . . . coming closer.

"Oh yes, fuck me like that . . . like that!" she babbled insanely. Then
she stiffened and jerked convulsively. "Oohhhhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm
cummmmmmmmmmminnnnnng!" she screamed, howling like a wounded animal as her
hot orgasmic fluids spewed out around his pistoning rock-hard penis. Then
her female juices trickled hotly down the sweat-streaked crevice between
her buttocks, and Foster's massive cock jerked violently then jetted his
scalding white sperm far up into her convulsing vaginal passage. The
pungent odor of cum reached her nostrils from the semen mixing with the
liquid passion overflowing from her overfilled cunt onto the couch below.
The puffing executive collapsed, gasping on one side of the couch.

Lola also lay gasping, her curvaceous body drained of everything. As she
lay there, her heart pounding wildly, she noticed that Denise was gone. A
moment later, she heard Foster tugging on his clothes and the tap-tap-tap
of his cane as he hobbled about the office. She closed her eyes wearily.
When she awoke, she was completely alone. Finally, she put on her clothes
and walked toward the door. She walked slowly, fighting back the tears,
for with each step a sharp pain stabbed deeply in her heart. Oh God! What
had she done? How could she have done it! First Denise . . . then Mister
Foster. She had acted like an animal in heat. And she now . . . most
definitely . . . was an adulteress.

Then, blindly because of the stinging tears, she ran to her car . . .
Chapter 7

When Lola awoke later that afternoon at home, her hands slid immediately
to her ravaged cuntal slit. God, it was sore! But the discomfort up
between her legs faded into insignificance when compared to the black wave
of shame which engulfed her. As she recalled the debauching scene earlier
in the day with Foster and Denise, the humiliated young wife turned,
burying her head in the pillow, as if trying to shut out a nightmare.

She lay there sobbing for a moment, knowing that she couldn't go to work -
couldn't face anyone at the television station. Still weeping in despair,
she used the bedside telephone to notify the news director that he would 
have to use a substitute weather girl tonight.
* * *

When Rudy phoned the television station two hours later from Danny's
Corner Bar, he couldn't believe his ears.

"Whatta you mean? Lissen, you telling me she ain't there? She's got a
weather report to do."

When the voice on the other end explained that Lola had phoned in sick and
had asked for her substitute to fill in, Rudy hung up and then left.

Thirty-five minutes later, he screeched his Cougar to a stop in front of
Lola's house and went inside without knocking.

"Lola! Hey Lola? Where are you?" he shouted.

"Up here," he heard his sister's voice called back. "That you, Rudy?"

"Yeah. You all right?"

"Come on up."

In a few seconds he was at her bedside. "What's wrong, sis? You all
right?"

She nodded and smiled faintly as she took his hand in hers and caressed
tenderly. "I'm glad you're here, Rudy. Thanks for coming."

"Christ, I didn't know what to think," he said, excitedly. "They told me
at the station you were sick. You really sick or something?"

Lola was silent. She continued to stroke his hand and avoided his eyes.

For the first time he glanced down and his eyes widened in appreciation.
A red satin bedspread was pulled up to her waist. Her long blonde tresses
framed her pretty face and fell loosely about her shoulders. She wore a
sheer, almost transparent blue gown which fitted snugly over her voluptuous
melon breasts and revealed the berry-like points of her nipples beneath.

Weakly Rudy sat down on the bed beside her. "Did Andy give you a bad
time?" he asked, his eyes darting from her soft blonde hair to her proudly
jutting breasts. In spite of the fact this was his sister, the young man
felt a sudden restless stirring of his cock and a hollow feeling in the pit
of his belly.

"Yes," she lied. "Oh, Rudy, sometimes he is just impossible, always
forcing me to -"

Rudy edged closer, his voice almost in a whisper, "He doesn't force you to
. . . make love with him, does he?"

She nodded her head. "Always. He's like an animal." Suddenly she kicked
back the bedspread and, pulling her gown up above her knees, pointed to two
small round bruises - one on each of her inner thighs. "See," said Lola, "a
real brute."

As her red-haired brother continued to stare at her legs, she suddenly
brought one hand up to her right breast. Slowly she pulled down the top
right side of her gown, fully revealing a naked breast. "And here," she
said, sadly, massaging the nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, "is
where he always bites and sucks too hard."

"You poor baby!" Suddenly, as if mesmerized, her brother reached out to
touch the soft warm resiliency of her breast and a moment later began
caressing the sensuous mound. His other hand set the other breast free and
he teased the erect little nipple between his second and third fingers.

Lola's eyes widened and she made a half-hearted effort to grab his arms.
"Don't . . . please . . . you mustn't," she whispered, but her voice didn't
sound convincing, even to herself.

Afire with obscene desire, the young brother's only answer was to turn his
face greedily in the warm softness of her nakedly straining breasts and run
his hungrily sucking mouth over first one then another.

"Stop! Stop! We can't, Rudy. Oh . . . oh . . . no, darling. We
mustn't," she gasped desperately, pleading with herself as much as with her
brother.

But the aroused redheaded youth refused to stop. With a low groan of lewd
delight he ran his hands eagerly over her softly trembling flesh, down from
her smooth white shoulders, along the valley between her quivering breasts
and over the flat plane of her belly. At last they reached the sparse
blonde triangle of her pussy hair and teased briefly there. A second later
he placed the flat of each hand against the soft smooth flesh of her tanned
inner thighs and spread them apart.

Lola stared at him, almost motionless, then she sucked in her breath.
"Rudy, don't . . ." she moaned.

Her brother grinned lasciviously as he stepped back and began stripping
off his clothes. He stood smiling in obscene pride before his ravishing
blonde sister in his jockey shorts as she stared at the elongated bulge
beneath them. Then he pulled his jockey shorts down and his huge thick
cock sprang forth from a forest of red hair.

"Don't Rudy, please. We can't . . . no . . . no . . . oh God . . .
please, darling no!" pleaded Lola, shrinking back in fear.

Slowly the young man sank to his knees and used his hands again to part
her quivering thighs. Then, licking his lips in anticipation, he leaned
forward, pushing his face between her lewdly spread legs, opening them
wider. "Oh, God!" she gasped, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kiss your sweet little pussy," her brother said. "Any
objections, Sis?"

Before the voluptuous weather girl could think of something to say, her
brother's tongue shot out and snaked along the sensitive flesh of her
cuntal lips, licking at them with an eager delight that set her moistly
throbbing vagina afire. His forbidden oral probe ran the length of the
fleshy pink folds, darting out from time to time to sink deep between them,
while she whimpered in undisguised delight.

"Aaaaghh . . . yes . . .!" Lola groaned, gyrating her hips frantically,
while reaching down and tangling her fingers in his red hair to pull his
laboring mouth in closer to her hotly aroused loins. His tongue circled
around maddeningly just inside her quivering vaginal mouth, and he used the
tip of it to flick against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy to wrench
cry after cry of incestuous pleasure from the girl. Then, for a second, he
paused to catch his breath.

"Ooooooooooh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat, "Ooooooh,
it's so good, do it more, do it more!"

Oh, Christ, he thought. She loves this! She really does!

"More, darling. Put your wonderful tongue in your sister's cunt." She
chanted the words out without thought, her naked young breasts heaving with
excitement. Her legs splayed out wide, and she jackknifed her knees hard
up against her chest to open her hotly aroused cunt as wide as she could
for him. As he heard her begging for more, he dropped his tongue to her
tightly puckered anus and thrust the tip hard against it until he felt the
little opening give. His tongue slid a short way up into the warm
quivering anal orifice.

The naked writhing blonde shrieked her joy now as he teased at the
tightness of her rectum. Her wails of uninhibited joy became lewd bubbling
mewls as her young brother moistened the tip of his finger from the healed
wetness of her cunt and pressed it against the tight little anal hole as
his mouth returned to her throbbing clitoris. Nibbling the erect nerve
ending, he simultaneously thrust forward with his outstretched middle
finger, sinking it to the first knuckle inside the hot spongy flesh of her
defensively puckering anus.

"Uuuuuuuunnnnngggghhh!" she grunted.

He thrust it to the second knuckle.

"Uuuuuuh, it hurts! Stop . . . please stop!"

He held his embedded finger still and began fucking his tongue in and out
of her hotly pulsating pussy again until she became accustomed to his
finger in her backside.

She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth open, her lips drawn
tight back over her teeth. Finally she began to breathe again, and he
began to lick and suck in earnest, twisting his finger round and round in
the warm buttery depths of her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal
circle. Gradually the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful
pleasures rippling through her aroused young pussy, and she began thrusting
her white rounded buttocks back down on his finger, skewering it into
herself in rhythm with the lashing of his tongue. With her enthusiastic
responses he slid his free hand up under her upraised ass-cheeks and
pressed them in tighter against his face, locking her to him in obscene
connection of tongue and cunt where her sparse, softly curling pussy hair
grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.

An uncontrollable pleasure had taken hold of the shapely blonde's body as
she lay impaled between his tongue and finger. Nothing mattered now but the
lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her shamelessly
aroused flesh. There was nothing else in the world, and she writhed and
twisted in complete abandonment beneath her brother's incestuous
impalement. "Ooooh, God! Suck me, lick me!" she cried out in wild
delight. "Ram your finger up my ass, harder! Aaagghhh . . . yes! like
that!"

Rudy worked demon-like below as he savagely fucked his tongue in and out
of her succulent cuntal flesh and ground his finger with greater severity
into the ever-expanding hole of her anus.

His naked sister's sex-crazed body worked beneath him, her thighs
spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. He could feel
their warm soft resilience press tightly against his ears as she jerked
involuntarily from an extra deep flick of his tongue in her hotly pulsing
cunt.

He felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing
wantonly from side to side on the mattress, her long blonde hair lashing
about the bed like a golden whip.

"Ohhhhhh, darling, take me!" she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

The lewd plea was all that the young redheaded brother had been waiting
for. Quickly, Rudy pulled himself up, took his blood-engorged cock in his
hand and prepared to plunge the thick flesh pole up into his sister's
tightly throbbing pussy. But, to his surprise, Lola suddenly turned over
onto her stomach, then squirmed into a kneeling position. It took only one
glance at her nakedly wiggling ass-cheeks to communicate to him what she
wanted. She wanted it from behind, dog-fashion. A stab of potent desire
tore through his body as he heard her implore, "Stick it into me from
behind, darling. Shove that big beautiful cock into me from behind!"

Grinning in triumph, Rudy positioned himself behind her, breathing hard
with animal-like desire. His massively erect penis stood out stiffly from
the tangled mass of red pubic hair as he knelt behind her and placed his
lust swollen cock-head at the quivering hair-lined entrance to her pussy.
Then, gripping her tenaciously by the hips, he suddenly thrust into her
tight little cunt, ramming his rock-hard penis all the way up to the hilt
into her fevered vaginal sheath in one smooth stroke that jolted her
forward onto her face.

"Aaaarrrggggghhhhh!" Lola moaned in ecstasy. Immediately, torrid ripples
of heat began to sizzle through her loins as her lust-inflamed brother
began to fuck up into her shamelessly twitching cunt from behind, slowly at
first, then faster. The passionate blonde pumped back wildly, matching the
rhythm of his strokes, her quaking vaginal walls growing wetter by the
minute and clasping Rudy's swollen hardness as it fucked in and out from
her dog-fashion with increasing speed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh . . . faster! Fuck me harder!" she screamed.

The naked young brother began to moan and grunt as his own excitement
reached a fever-pitch which matched that of the subserviently kneeling
girl. His heated sperm and his lust-thickened cock began to jerk
uncontrollably as his moment of climax grew closer. Suddenly his muscular
frame jerked spasmodically, and there he was ejaculating burst after burst 
of thick scalding semen up into his blonde sister's tightly clasping pussy.

Lola received his torrent of cum with groans of rapture, her warm gushing
cuntal juices flowing from the quaking walls of her vaginal sheath. Her
loins were blazing with erotic delight that filled every part of her
violently orgasming body.

"Oooooooohhhh, darling. I'm cumming . . . I'm . . . I'm cumming!" she
cried, thrashing her head from side to side, her blonde hair flying in
every direction, her pussy clutching hungrily at her brother's thick
jerking cock.

Gradually, Rudy spent himself and sank exhausted onto the rumpled
bedspread. Lola slumped forward onto the bed, also, her sweat-soaked body
trembling from the overpowering intensity of her orgasm.

After a moment, she turned and cradled his sweating face in her hands.
"Oh, Rudy, that was wonderful!"

"Yeah, for me too, the greatest," he said, stroking the small of her
glistening wet back.

The nude blonde stared ardently at her brother then slowly pressed his
head to her breast. "You'll never know how long I've wanted you to . . .
to make love to me like this, darling," she said, planting kisses on his
tousled damp red hair.

"How long, sis?" asked Rudy.

"Ever since - well, since I was fourteen and you were thirteen. Since
that summer when you and I -"

"You mean -"

"Exactly," said Lola. "Since that day Dad caught us naked, getting ready
to . . . make love. Remember, he yanked you off of me just in time, and he
beat you good. And now I remember - it came back to me just a moment ago -
Dad spanked me until I passed out. I was so afraid."

"I remember," said Rudy, staring hard at the wall in front of him.

Feeling an overwhelming rush of love for the younger man, Lola embraced
him, then looked into his eyes tenderly. "But really, you must go now. I
promise to phone tomorrow and let you know how I feel."
* * *

Five minutes later Andy went downstairs, whistling a happy tune, and out
the front door to his car. After the roar of his departing Cougar had died
down, Andy Taberon stepped from the bedroom next to Lola's - where he had
been hiding and had been witness to everything. For, impulsively, he had
come home early this day to check on his wife only to stumble on the
shocking truth about his wife and her brother-lover.

Stunned, he trudged down the stairs, through the front door, and got into
his car. He drove away slowly, still in state of shock. It wasn't until
he started thinking and realized what a sucker he'd been that his shock
turned to anger and he knew he was going to have to get revenge on that
incestuous little bitch he called his wife.
Chapter 8

The following evening, Rudy screeched his Cougar to a stop in front of the
television station and glanced at his watch. It was 6:15. He smiled. Only
45 minutes late for his appointment with Lola, he told himself. Not bad.
Hell, he was improving.

Leaping out of his car, he sauntered casually through the front door and
jauntily made his way down the corridor, giving the eye to - and getting
the eye from - every skirt in the studio. He was just passing his
brother-in-law's office when he heard Andy call out to him. He stopped,
backed up, and stuck his smiling freckled face in the doorway.

"Hi, Andy! Didn't see your door open."

"I left it open purposely tonight," said the newscaster, as he looked up
from his desk. "What brings you around this time of day?"

"Oh . . . Lola phoned this afternoon and asked if I could drop by about
five-thirty and have a sandwich with her before the show. Said you would
be working."

"I am always working," retorted the older man wryly, glancing up at the
large oval clock on the wall. He studied his handsome brother-in-law
curiously for a moment, running his eyes from his toes to his head. "You
doing anything special after the program tonight?"

"Nah, not a thing, Andy. What's up?"

Lola's husband shook his head in disgust, slammed a hard palm down on a
stack of papers in front of him. "Take a look at that pile of letters to
be answered, would you? Looks like I'm going to be around working late
tonight, and Lola will blow a fuse if she has to wait for me. I wonder if
you wouldn't mind driving your sister . . ."

"If I'd run Lola home for you?" shot back her brother. "Listen, if you
gotta work late, you gotta. I'll hang around until after the show and give
her a lift home. Okay?"

"That's nice of you, Rudy. It'll help me get everything in shape for
tomorrow."

"No sweat, Andy," said his brother-in-law, glancing up at the wall clock.
"Gotta run. Lola will be wondering where I am." He waved at Andy, then
took off down the corridor again.

After Rudy had left, Andy opened a drawer in his desk and crammed the
stack of letters inside. Then he locked the drawer slowly with a key and
sat back reflecting for a moment. He was thinking how his brother-in-law's
eyes glowed when he offered to take Lola home . . . the rotten,
sister-fucking son of a bitch! He clenched his fists, his insides churning
with anger, for he understood too well Rudy's excitement. It was
undeniable, the same feeling he had when he gazed at his sister-in-law.

Quickly then, consumed by anger and lewd excitement, he picked up the
telephone and dialed a number. When he heard the "hello" on the other end
of the line he said, without preamble. "Denise. This is Andy. How'd you
like to take a ride?"
* * *

When they left the station later that evening, after the news show had
finished, Rudy's eyes roved the length of Lola's shapely legs, then glided
back to the flared hem of her short lavender dress. He sucked in his
breath, feeling a sudden ache in his loins, a shiver of excitement rippled
up his spine.

In the car, the sleek weather girl reached over and impulsively squeezed
her brother's hand. "Oh, Rudy," she said, breathing heavily. "I shouldn't
say this, but I was so afraid I wouldn't see you. All I could think of
today was you. I wanted you so much to . . . make love to me again."

An electrifying thrill shot through Rudy. Jesus, she was already begging 
for it, sitting there beside him stroking the palm of his hand.
Reluctantly he drew it away to maneuver a difficult curve and Lola let it
fall to his thigh. He stared at her expressive blue eyes in the rear-view
mirror, then glanced down at her long cascading blonde hair. Jesus! His
cock was already lurching in his pants, swelling stiff as a steel piston
while his balls were beginning to ache. Jesus help him! And they weren't
even near her home yet.

His sister's dress had ridden up above her thigh now and he swallowed hard
as he caught sight of the tantalizing milk-white skin between the top of
her stocking and the edge of her fancy black lace panties. And then she
moved closer to him, pressing her bare thigh sensuously against his own.
"Rudy," she purred seductively, "Can't you drive a little bit faster?"

The car lurched and Lola's voluptuous body lurched with it, falling
against her red-haired brother's shoulder, her firmly ripened breasts
brushing his body. Oh, Christ! He was ready to fuck her again, ready to
drive off the road someplace and park, then put his hand up under her
skirt, between those soft warm thighs and run his fingers beneath the edge
of her panties until he found the sparsely hair-lined slit of her
delectable little pussy.

He gulped, beads of sweat streaking down his freckled forehead, then he
decided against it. It would be great, fucking her there in the back seat
of the car - and he would do it one of these days. But that day would have
to wait. He wanted to fuck her good in her own bed - hers and Andy's - and
the knowledge that she shared it with her snooty husband would make the
grand screwing he was going to give her that much better.

He stepped on the accelerator, his palms wet with sweat as he raced his
Cougar toward the Taberon home. God, his balls ached like they were ready
to explode; his loins burned like a house on fire.

When they finally reached the large two-storey house, Lola got out on her
side and started up the flagstone path leading to the front door. "Hurry,"
she whispered breathlessly over her shoulder as if she, too, could hardly
wait for her brother's lewd fingers to explore her passionately tingling
body, to cup her breasts and tease along the swell of her satin white
belly.

She stopped suddenly, searching for a key she had dropped then, spotting
it on the path, leaned over to pick it up. The short skirt she wore
flounced up over the twin half moons of her buttocks, giving him a full
view of her black lace bikini panties, the fabric caught enticingly in the
narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks.

Christ! He heard his pulse beating frantically. Quickly he sprang toward
her, caught her around the waist and pulled her upright, turning her and
crushing her sensuous body to him until her protruding little pussy mound
pressed hard against his thick rigid cock and her already tautened nipples
bored into his chest. She gave a moan of erotic pleasure as he pressed his
lips against her soft willing mouth and his tongue sank deep into the warm
cavern. They stood passionately kissing for at least a full minute before
Lola pulled away, panting. And then with a steady gaze that was an
invitation to every lewd pleasure, she turned and went on up the walk, her
buttocks beneath the lavender dress undulating sensually, signaling still
another invitation.

She unlocked the door, pushed it open quickly, and beckoned for him to
follow. Inside, she turned to him seductively. "Care for a drink?"

"Why not?" said Rudy, kissing her on the neck. "I could use one."

She led him through the living room, down the hall to a book-lined den
with a large walnut desk in it, flanked by a polished leather sofa, a
couple of big leather chairs, and a console color television set.
Strolling over to a long bar at one corner of the den, she asked, "What can
I fix you?"

"The usual," he said, smiling wickedly, as if you didn't know."

She dropped a couple of chunks of ice into two heavy crystal glasses,
poured an ample portion of bourbon into one and handed it to her brother.
Then, pouring herself two fingers of scotch and adding a squirt of soda,
she turned and raised her glass. "To us, Rudy!"

"To us, sis!" answered her brother, raising his glass and pressing it to
his lips. He drank it quickly, feeling it warm his veins and groin the way
alcohol always did. Not that he wasn't about to explode already; and from
the way Lola had been acting, he figured she was on the verge too.

He grinned lewdly at her now, sitting half-way across the den. Jesus, he
wanted to show her something tonight. Something she wouldn't forget.
Suddenly an idea of really forbidden pleasure welled up in his brain.

He got up and crossed the room to the bar. "Mind if I make another one?"
he asked. Without waiting for her to answer he poured himself a stiff
drink of bourbon and finished it quickly.

"Me, too," his shapely blonde sister said. He turned and saw that she was
standing beside him now, holding out her glass. He poured a second drink
for her, a third for himself. When she had drained her glass, Lola put it 
down on the bar, then moved close to him, leaning over provocatively.

Rudy stared down into the cleavage of her dress, the neckline exposing her
soft white breasts. Suddenly he slid his hand beneath the fabric, slid it
beneath her black lace brassiere and cupped one resilient mound in his
hand. Then as he squeezed her breast, tweaking a rosy erect nipple with
his agile fingers, she trembled, feeling little clouds of butterflies swarm
around in her stomach.

"Ohhhhhhh . . . darling" she said and then gasped in anticipation as her
brother reached around behind her back and tugged on the zipper of her
dress. With a quick twisting movement she shed it, then reached behind her
to tear open the fastening of the back of her brassiere. As soon as her
large firm breasts sprang free, she eased her sheer black panties down over
her hips and let them slither down her slender legs and drop to her ankles.

With a quick kick she stepped out of them.

Rudy's eyes searched across her naked body, down from her full upthrust
mounds and along the softly rising and falling flesh of her flat satin
belly, down to the sparsely haired "vee" at the base of it. He swallowed
hard, finding it difficult to believe his beautiful sister was exposed so
nakedly to his view.

Lola shot him a smoldering glance. "You like?" she asked seductively.

Her brother nodded mechanically, too excited to speak. Then as he gaped
in wonder, her hand went out to unbutton his shirt.

Her hand dropped to his trousers then and began to stroke the hardened
bulge beneath them, causing erotic chills to race up his spine. "You
want?" asked Rudy's sister teasingly as she continued to stroke his
painfully throbbing cock.

Her question, "You want?" burned and reverberated in his mind. Jesus, did
he ever! He wanted her so much he couldn't wait much longer. His balls
ached viciously and his loins burned like a blast furnace. With a shudder
and a groan he began to tear at his clothes too, wriggling out of his
jacket, ripping off his shirt, and unbuckling his belt and pulling his
trousers down.

He stepped out of them as Lola's soft warm hand slithered beneath his
jockey shorts to maneuver his thick rigid penis out into the open. Her
fingers curled around the huge throbbing shaft of flesh and she ran a nail
along the sensitive underpart of it. Oh, Christ! he moaned.

She dropped to her knees and began stroking his raging cock with renewed 
energy, pulling the heavy foreskin back, running her fingers across the
bloated, sensitive head. She looked up, her blue eyes frantic with desire.

"Whenever you're ready, Rudy . . ."

"I'm ready now!" he groaned, pushing her away to strip off his shorts. In
a moment he stood before her, his massively engorged cock jutting out like
a pole from his burning loins. Oh, Jesus! Was he ever going to ram it up
into her quivering pussy! Was he!

Suddenly he bent down, slipped his hands beneath her arms, and lifted her
to her feet. She stood before him for an instant - Christ! It seemed as
if there were little electric sparks shooting from her body to his, searing
his skin - when he suddenly spun her around. He ran his hand frantically
down her back, drawing one finger quickly along the narrow crevice between
her two quivering ass-cheeks, then pushed her forward urgently, guiding her
across the room to the desk there.

Lola looked around over her shoulder at him, her face reflecting surprise.
"Rudy . . . wha -?"

"Bend over, sis," he whispered hoarsely.

"But Rudy . . ."

"Bend over," he ordered sternly.

As she obeyed, her brother's hands slipped forward to stroke maddeningly
at her beautiful white breasts. His fingers trapped the pink buds of her
nipples, teasing them until she gasped with pleasure.

And then one hand strayed from her hardening breast to trail down her
softly quivering belly, down to the wisps of light pubic hair at the base
of it. He reached beneath her, into the "vee" there between her legs, one
fingertip gliding tantalizingly over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending
shock waves of pleasure rippling throughout her trembling body.

She jerked forward slightly and Rudy slid his hand farther between her
legs, running a fingertip along the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt,
sparking off new and more thrilling sensations. He paused to part the
fleshy lips, and then let his extended middle finger worm its way up into
her hotly clasping vagina.

As he pushed forward, his huge throbbing cock pressed deep up against the
narrow split of her ass-cheeks, his middle finger teasing deep into her
cunt, the shapely blonde groaned and whispered, "Now, darling . . . give it
to me. Oh God! Fuck me . . . now!"

"Reach behind you, Lola," ordered her brother. "Reach around behind you
and put it in!"

Excitedly she placed the large throbbing tip of his penis against the
moist opening of her quivering vagina, then moaned as Rudy began to probe
the soft fleshy lips, working his huge member back and forth until it
parted the resisting entrance and slid deep up within her clasping cuntal
walls.

Rudy panted with delight as he pressed forward, holding his hotly excited
sister's hips down while he thrust deep into her belly, feeling the soft
ridges of inner pussy flesh give way before his huge hammering cock. His
hands dug into her firm young thighs, making her whimper with pain. Then
with a low moan of incestuous delight, she began to undulate her buttocks
in obscene little circles, catching the rhythm of Rudy's fucking cock.

As her brother's strokes grew more intense, she dropped forward against
the desk, pressing her wildly tingling breasts against the flat surface,
while Rudy continued to drive his big thick penis forward with the force of
an enraged bull. Her nipples were stung into a painful hardness that
increased her pleasure and waves of joy rippled through her, carrying her
to new heights of ecstasy. Only one thing remained to crown this
delightful hammering of her quivering loins. She waited in excited
anticipation for that moment - the moment when Rudy would at last spurt his
heated sperm deep up inside her hungrily throbbing pussy, flooding her
burning cuntal channel with liquid rapture.

Then . . . just as she was reaching for her climax, she heard Rudy say,
"Oh shit!" and stop his thrusts up into her ecstatic cunt. Trembling, she
looked behind her, imploring Rudy to continue, "Oh, no . . ." she sobbed
out. Don't stop . . . don't . . ."

And then her eyes widened with disbelief as she realized why Rudy had
frozen into immobility. She saw Andy, her husband, standing right next to
them.

"Oh my God," she said, and went into a state of shock. Almost
unconscious, she caught the words from time to time that sank into her
stunned brain. "My wife! . . ." "My sister! . . ." For a moment she was
afraid the two would come to blows. And then the raised voices were calmed
as she heard her husband say, "Continue!" and "Share and share alike!"

The naked young wife abruptly felt the burning need rekindling in her
loins as she rapidly regained her senses. Then her husband's hands were on
her shoulders, lifting her up and spinning her around. She stared into his
eyes, seeing the lust in them, wondering what on earth he planned to do.
She had never seen him so excited she thought and then, looking at him
again, it suddenly struck her that he was just as naked as Rudy.

And just as aroused, too. His huge cock stood out stiff from his loins
and he trembled with excitement. "Oh, God," he murmured between clenched
teeth. "I'm going to give you everything you've ever asked for . . . just
like Rudy here . . . only better!"

"But Andy . . . Lola could think of nothing else to say. She only knew
that the ache in her loins was relentless, crying out for relief, that the
maddening tingle between her legs was unbearable. And that there was only
one way to end it; she had to be fucked again, had to be fucked out of her
mind. "But Andy . . ." she began again and then her voice caught in her
throat.

"But nothing. . ." He spun her around suddenly, pushing her toward Rudy
again. The latter moved forward to press his naked body against Lola's,
mashing her aching breasts against his chest. She quivered, pulling him
closer until his still rigid cock probed at the narrow opening of her
cuntal channel. With a quick sharp thrust he sent it spearing deep up
inside her once again, filling the hungry cavity that he had so recently
deserted.

Shudders of exquisite joy crept up and down her spine as she thrust her
own pelvis hard up against Rudy's, mewling with contented pleasure now. He
lunged again and his rigid cock swept deep up inside her, impaling her once
more, his huge penis seeming to bring forth an explosion in her quivering
belly.

He began to saw in and out, his hands snaking around her thighs to clasp
her naked ass-cheeks, pulling her closer. And then she felt Andy's hands
on her shoulders once more, felt them descend the length of her naked body
to her waist, then to the firm round curves of her hips. Pushing aside
Rudy's hand that still clutched at her quivering ass-cheeks, he began to
stroke the smooth skin.

And then suddenly, brutally, his thumbs forced their way along the narrow
crevice between them, pulling the straining mounds apart until the tiny
puckered hole of her tight little anus was clearly visible. His thumbs
pressed outward until the defenseless opening was spread wide open to his
lewd stare. Then with a brutal growl, he pushed his loins forward to send
his thick rigid cock nudging into the fearfully puckering orifice.

Lola screamed at the first painful contact of the blunt bulbous head
against her sensitive nether ring, then began to beg her husband to stop. 
"Oh, don't . . . don't! You're hurting me . . . you're hurting me!"

She heard a mirthless laugh from him, then screamed again as a second
thrust sent his blood-engorged member popping through the tightly-clenched
orifice.

"No!" she shook her head in panic, imploring her husband to stop. He
laughed again, then seized her hips, forcing her back down onto the massive
head of his rock-hard cock which was firmly embedded in her flesh. She
screamed at this invasion of her burning rectal passage and then felt
another forward lunge into her seared and throbbing vagina as her brother
shot his own lust-thickened hardness deep up inside her. "No . . ." she
screamed. "No, not both of you at the same time!"

But the two men strained forward, each of them pressing his rock-hard
penis into one of her quivering passages, each filling her, stretching her
as she had never been stretched before, Their two long hard penises slowly
disappeared up into her wildly squirming body, worming their way deep up
inside her belly and setting her on fire again. She shuddered
uncontrollably, then cried out as the two hotly throbbing cocks rammed
farther into her accepting passages, both of them now buried to the hilt in
her forever-stretched vagina and anus.

Rudy and Andy continued to fuck into Lola with long hard strokes,
buffeting her between them like a rag doll. She thrashed about, impaled on
their lust-thickened shafts which lifted her off the floor now and then so
that her feet dangled above it. Her whimpering cries crescendoed until they
became near-screams of ecstasy as she abandoned herself to the most lewd
and overwhelming joy she had ever felt. It seemed that millions of
firecrackers were exploding in her blood at the same time, that every nerve
ending in her body tingled with her erotic excitement. Her mouth hung open
and her eyes fluttered closed and a shudder racked her limp and tortured
body.

Oh, God! She'd never known anything like this . . . never believed such
sheer ecstasy possible. She wanted to scream in her delight, shout out her
delirium. And then it seemed that the excitement mounted even higher like
a fever about to break and there was a long moment when her mind went blank
as her burning, pulsating body strained for its climax. And then she knew
that she wanted to cum . . . that she had to . . . that she had to find
relief from this exquisite torment that was driving her mad.

She moved again up and down on the two jutting cocks, squirming, writhing,
feeling the slap of the two sets of balls against her cunt, against her
buttocks. And then she screamed, "Oh, God! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm
cumming . . . I'm cumming . . .!"

Lola's husband and brother began to buck and thrash in their own growing
climaxes. Their pistoning cocks speared in and out, matching one another
in their own relentless rhythm as they came close to touching through the
sensitive membrane that separated the two hot moist channels. Together
their pounding hips jerked forward and then as Lola screamed out a second
orgasm they shuddered, each of them sending his own jet of boiling white
sperm deep up into her contorted belly. And then at last it seeped slowly
down over the pink edges of her quivering cunt, over the rounded half-moons
of her white ass-cheeks. With a wild shiver, the voluptuous blonde's body
contracted in a final orgasmic spasm and she went limp, drained of all
strength.

There was a soft sucking sound as Rudy withdrew his deflated penis from
her overflowing cuntal channel, and Andy withdrew his from her stretched
anal passage. As Lola fell to the floor in total collapse, her husband
turned to stare in disbelief at Denise, sitting almost naked on the sofa on
the other side of the den, fingering herself and moaning in sexual frenzy .
. .
* * *

Denise, who had been picked up and driven to the house by Andy, had
remained outside in the car. When he didn't return after a few minutes,
she had entered the house and wandered into the den, gaping in shocked
surprise at the writhing mass of thrashing arms and legs.

She had watched, wide-eyed, as her husband and Andy both took Lola at the
same time, fucking her body into quivering ecstasy. The sight had sent
shivers up her spine, had set the tight little triangle between her legs to
tingling. She had pressed her thighs together in an effort to quell the
fire that raged there, but it had been completely useless. The fires
continued to rage, and then she had let her slender white hand wander down,
plucking at her dress, pulling it up to her waist, bunching it there.

In another motion she had reached down between her legs and slid her hand
up beneath the elastic legband of her panties. She groped toward the little
patch of pubic hair concealed beneath them toward the moistened split
palpitating within. And then with the tips of her fingers she parted the
narrow crevice there, slipping the tips into it.

Her fingers stroked at the fleshy folds of her wetly quivering pussy
almost involuntarily. Her middle finger slid along her fevered cuntal lips
until at last it reached the small bud of her erect little clitoris. She
began to tease it with the tip of her finger, while ripples of erotic 
pleasure crept through her body.

Her slender fingers parted the folds of her warm moist furrow, then she
slipped one tip up into her hotly pulsating vagina, working it deeper and
deeper while she listened to the others, watched as the two men drove far
up into Lola's wildly receptive cunt and rectum.

In spite of herself she was caught up in the frenzy of the moment. Her
finger worked feverishly now, pumping in and out, while using her thumbnail
to scrape her clitoris.

Still not satisfied, she slipped her panties down, giving herself greater
access to her hotly pulsating vagina and her vibrating little clitoris.
And then with an impatient gesture and an almost breathless cry she began
to pull her clothes off. She tore at the dress she wore, almost ripping it
in her haste to get rid of it. She worked at her brassiere next, stripping
that off too until she wore nothing but a transparent nylon slip . . .

Now, as Andy stared at Rudy's young wife, he saw her lovely face contorted
with her own rising lust and he saw her trying to tear at the slip, pulling
it off frantically. He blinked, amazed and perplexed. And then he saw
that two fingers of one hand had slipped down to the base of her belly, had
parted the glistening lips of her cunt, and were fucking in and out of the
stretched little passage.

Even as the newscaster watched the sex-crazed girl, she reached behind
her, between her white and trembling ass-cheeks to find the small rubbery
opening of her puckered little anus. One finger popped through the small
entrance while she writhed involuntarily with the sharp pain of the
penetration. And then as it ebbed she began to moan, sawing her fingers in
and out of the two throbbing, burning channels, her eyes closed as Lola's
had been, her mouth open as she sought the same pleasure Lola had been
given. Mindlessly, she plunged her fingers in and out of her two orifices,
moaning loudly in her unrestrained passion.

Andy felt a stab of excitement rush through him and once again his thick
cock lurched. He stepped across the room, his loins a ball of flame again,
his testicles aching unbearably. Without warning he grasped Denise by the
shoulders, startling her so that she screamed. She seemed to come back
from the distant world in which she had been caught up, suddenly ashamed
and frightened too. "What do you want?" she stammered, staring at the
newscaster's lust-filled eyes, glancing inadvertently down to see his huge
cock thick and hard once more. "What . . . what are you going to do?"

For an answer, Andy merely twirled her around, then shoved her slightly,
pushing her to her knees. She gazed up at him, looking back over her 
shoulder while a quiver of fear that melted away into an irrepressible
longing consumed her. And then he placed his hands on her shoulders,
pushing them forward too. She reached out, supporting herself on her hands
and knees.

She felt his hands stroke the soft smooth skin of her ass-cheeks, then cup
them, pulling them apart until the small hole of her anus was fully exposed
to him. "Oh God!" she moaned, the reality of what was to happen suddenly
affronting her. And then he trailed his middle finger down the narrow
furrow that lay open to him, pausing at the tiny orifice. He probed at it
while she held her breath, then slipped the tip inside the warm rubbery
flesh, beginning to probe lewdly at it.

A surprised rapture pervaded her being as she became accustomed to the
cruel invasion and then Andy dug a second finger deep up into her anal
passage. She jerked forward, then relaxed, screwing her buttocks back
against the two fingers. She began to moan, feeling a third finger enter
her, feeling them all rotate deep up inside her soft clutching passage,
stretching it.

The pretty brunette winced as he at last extracted his fingers then
shivered with fear as the bloated head of his hotly throbbing cock prodded
at the dark ring. Andy strained forward then, sending it through the
tightly constricted opening while Denise screamed out, "Oh, God no! It
hurts . . . it hurts!" but he continued to lunge forward, summoning all his
strength while he pulled her futilely squirming buttocks back tightly
against his own pelvis.

As his hard fleshy staff sank deep up into the rubbery opening, Andy sawed
back and forth until his thick pistoning cock was buried deep in her
inflamed passage. Only then did Rudy's wife relax as the terrible pain
ebbed. Seconds later she began to move back against him, meeting his
forward thrusts.

The newscaster's long hard penis plunged on until it was sunk to the hilt
in the stretched and burning channel. In spite of the still occasional
flashes of pain, Denise began to moan in a growing pleasure. The sound
incited a further assault from Andy who trailed his hands over her soft
white buttocks now, kneading and squeezing the smooth resilient flesh and
leaving a patchwork of red welts across it.

He breathed heavily now as he increased his efforts until at last he was
thrusting with an almost superhuman force, driving his pelvis into her
softly yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks. His balls swung against
her heavily, ready to explode, and sweat fell in huge wet drops over her
hollowing back.

Denise moaned again, thrusting back against his pounding hips. Oh, God,
she thought! If only he would cum . . . shoot his sperm deep up inside me.

She had never believed that she could accept this degradation, and yet she
knew now that it was all she really longed for. But Andy's climax, sunk
deep there in her anal passage, would be the ultimate joy for her, and once
again she wished desperately for that moment.

She felt his body jerk convulsively, then heard him begin to utter weird,
half-crazy sounds. Oh, God! He was cumming . . . he was cumming!

And then Andy surged forward one final time, sending shattering waves of
white hot sperm spurting deep up inside the tightly constricted passage.
She felt it fill her, and felt fulfilled at the same time, quivering
ecstatically as her own orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. And
then her own soft fluids seeped from the seared walls of her vagina,
bringing her the same peace and comfort that Andy had found.

As she felt his still warm sperm drip down the crevice of her stretched
buttocks, she closed her eyes wearily . . . only to open them seconds later
when Rudy slowly and tantalizingly slid his resurrected penis up into her
tight little cunt.

Before seconds had passed, Lola had crawled nakedly over and her soft warm
mouth was sucking at her left breast. Andy was nibbling at her right
breast . . . and Denise realized with a sudden gush of tears - happy tears
- that she was really one of them now!
Chapter 9

"And so that's the news from the state capitol for tonight," said the chic
blonde newscaster, flashing a pretty smile to her television viewers. "Now
let's see what Rudy Dayton has for us in sports."

Then the TV camera panned from Lola Taberon to the red-haired sports
announcer at one end of the large flood-lighted desk. Rudy beamed a broad
freckled grin to the world, shouted, "Hi, sports fans!" and then launched
into a professional rundown on the sports scene everywhere.

As soon as Rudy wound up the program's sports portion, ending it with a
hearty "So long, sports fans!" the camera swung around and picked up the
program's new, shapely weather reporter, standing before a large weather
map, a pencil-thin pointer stick jutting from an outstretched slender arm.

Denise Dayton smiled prettily out at her unseen audience. "And now let's
take a fast glance at the weather outlook in the Albany area tonight." She
whirled around quickly, one hand perched sensually on a curvaceous hip, and
began a rapid-fire rundown on the weather, darting in repeatedly to mark
the glass-covered weather map with a grease pencil or jab at it with her
pointer stick.

After Denise had wrapped up the weather report, she strolled seductively
over to the long desk where Lola and Rudy sat. Then the camera zoomed in
for a close-up of Station KTPQ's 7 O'Clock reporting team as the four of
them waved a cheerful goodbye to viewers.

Then the program credits began turning on the screen. Andy Taberon's name
rolled past first; he was the news director. Lola's followed, also Rudy's
and Denise's, and others connected with the program.

This was the station's typical evening news format now. Major changes had
been made in the program, for sure, and it had happened three days after
the fateful and eventful night at the Taberons three months ago.

The changes had come about on instructions from Old Foster who
surprisingly announced that he was stepping down as station president and
retiring "to find more time for pleasurable pursuits." His "pursuits"
turned out to be a couple of 18 year-old Scandinavian twins and everyone
says he looks fifteen years younger.

It had been a good change, many television viewers agreed. To viewers as
well as station technicians, it was obvious that the program reporters
worked hard at their jobs. Both news quantity and quality increased and
the program's rating continued to soar.

Most important, team members were highly respected and popular with
everyone. They projected a happy, hard-working family image. And no doubt
about it: they believed in togetherness. They worked together, they lunched
together, they drove to work together. And after each evening program, the
happy Taberons and Daytons would all drive home together, which, after all,
was convenient since they had recently moved into a new split-level,
two-family home.

And now, another evening's program over, Andy and Lola, accompanied by
Rudy and Denise, strolled arm-in-arm out of the station, on past a cluster
of curious onlooking fans, some of whom were heard to comment on what a
wonderful team they made.

They did, indeed, as they winked knowingly at each other. They were a 
"team" in more ways than the public would ever know . . . and they wouldn't
change it for the world!


The End
