The Family Enterprise
by Faye Jackson
(LLP-504)


Chapter One 

Sally Laurel, her voluptuous young body clad only in a very brief pale 
yellow bikini bathing suit, sat in the sumptuous study of the large and 
luxurious new home her young husband Bill had just bought at the very top of 
Laurel Canyon. Looking through the parted curtains, she could see the entire 
county of Los Angeles, seemingly spread at her feet, its pastel colors 
glistening in the warm summer sun. She had just finished writing a long 
letter to her mother back in Walnut Valley, a small town in the heartland of 
California's rich agricultural region where she had spent nearly nineteen of 
her twenty-two years. She had told her mother all about the sumptuous new 
home, all about the rising success of Bill's rock group, The Family 
Enterprise, and about the two month-long tour from which they had just 
returned. 

But she didn't tell her mother about the gnawing frustration which seemed to 
grow stronger and more oppressive as each day passed. 

The big house was empty now and sedmed to echo with a cruel, hollow 
loneliness. The young woman sighed, folded the letter, stuffed it into an 
envelope, then put it aside. She would address and mail it later. Plenty of 
time. She really had nothing else to do today anyway. Tossing her head so 
that her long, smoothly flowing red hair flew around her face like a flaming 
halo, the young woman breathed deeply and glanced at the glossy color 
photograph of her handsome young husband which sat on the desk just inches 
from her long, slender hands. 

Yes, she did love him. In spite of his neglect lately, in spite of the 
constant demands of his career, in spite of the crowds of people who were 
always present so that they had very little time to themselves . . . yes, 
she loved her blond-headed, thirty year old husband as much as ever. The 
early days of their marriage, before the group had begun to become such a 
rioting success, had been so marvelously rewarding and exquisitely thrilling 
for the young girl who had come to Los Angeles seeking nothing more than 
some good people and some good times which she knew she could never find 
back in Walnut Valley. 

Sighing so that her magnificent breasts danced sensuously upon her chest, 
the young wife got up and moved towards the door. She would go outside, get 
away from the thick silence of this great, enormous house, sit in the sun 
and perhaps take a nice refreshing swim in the pool. The past six months of 
her life had been very different than anything she had ever imagined. Once 
the group's record had hit number one on the charts, they seemed to be 
constantly in demand. And she, too, had been in demand as the wife of a 
growing celebrity. Interviews and gala film premieres and lavish parties and 
press conferences and promotional appearances ... it had all left her with a 
dizzy, confused feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. That feeling of 
being touched and studied and clutched at as she and Bill would walk through 
the density of a crowd in some far-away city . . . the feeling of being 
spied upon and oogled after each time she went out to the store . . . the 
"Yes, Mrs. Laurel" and "No, Mrs. Laurel" and "Anything you say, Mrs. Laurel" 
each time she went into a dress shop to buy new clothes . . . 

Sally's long, well-tanned and tapered legs felt just a bit unsteady as she 
hurried down the stairs of the back deck. Somewhere in the kitchen was the 
new young cook she had hired only a few weeks before, that freckle-faced 
girl from San Bernadino who had been only too glad to accept the post as 
cook in the household of The Family Enterprise rock group. And, she realized 
ruefully, it was more like a commune than a home since all of the boys in 
the group spent more time in her home than they did in their own houses 
nestled down along the walls of the canyon below. At any one time it was not 
unusual to find them all there with Bill talking about business or about 
some new songs they had written. 

Bill's twenty-three year old brother Stan, who played drums, was the most 
prolific songwriter of them all and their first big hit had been written by 
him. And that was a fact that he never let anyone forget. However, Bill's 
twenty-six year old brother, Ted, who played bass for the group, had written 
the rollicking song which was number one on the charts this week. Bill, the 
lead singer, had always been the inspiration of the group and had written 
most of the songs recorded on their first successful album. Sally remembered 
how thrilled she had been when that album had been released and she had 
heard one of the songs for the very first time on the radio . . . she could 
pick out all of the instruments, knowing the music by heart after having 
heard it so often, and wondered at the coincidence of so many musically 
talented people springing from one family. 

Because the other two players in the group, Ed and Al Hoover, were also 
brothers and happened to be first cousins of Bill's! They had, in fact, been 
raised by Bill's parents after their own had died, so that really the Family 
Enterprise was indeed a family enterprise! And that, in turn, meant that her 
married life was nothing at all like ordinary married life and less like the 
ideal vision she had always treasured of a happily married young couple like 
she and Bill ought to be! 

Of course, the house was empty now. They had all gone downtown to discuss a 
new recording contract and wouldn't be back until very late in the evening. 
Only Blake Laurel, Bill's oldest brother who served as the group's press 
agent, had stayed behind but he must have gone out because the unhappy young 
wife hadn't seen or heard him around the house for a couple of hours. That 
was just as well, she mused, for she didn't like the way Blake looked at 
her, sneakily, out of the dies of his eyes. Sometimes she felt as though her 
husband's older brother was mentally undressing her when he gazed so 
intently at her voluptuously upswinging breasts with those cloudy, 
calculating brown eyes. Like Bill, Blake had softly curly, sandy-colored 
hair and a square, masculine jaw under a wide, sensuous mouth. But unlike 
his younger brother, Blake Laurel's face often seemed hard and cruel and his 
eyes seemed to drill demandingly right to the core of her soul. 

Sally wondered absently if she would ever really fit into this madcap, 
whirlwind, Hollywood celebrity life-style. She felt as if she stuck out like 
a sore thumb, like a silly country girl confronted with the suave, 
sophisticated devilry of big city big-shots which she could hardly 
understand much less come to grips with. And, on more than one occasion, 
Blake or Ted or Stan had let her know that she was not quite as wild and 
carefree and stylish as Bill's wife really ought to be to successfully 
compliment his public image. It had been a great disappointment to the 
struggling young wife when she realized that she could count on neither the 
help nor compassionate understanding of her brothers-in-law, but she was 
grateful that lately they had been more indifferent than critical. 

In fact, she hadn't wanted to go on that last two-month tour at all. God, 
she was so tired of those hectic one-night-stands in sterile hotel rooms 
eating nothing but sandwiches, drinking warm beer, watching a veritable army 
of people constantly coming and going but hardly ever having a moment alone 
with her husband until after he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open. 
Only Blake seemed to pay any attention to her and she didn't want that kind 
of attention from her brother-in-law! Bill was constantly rehearsing or 
setting up the hall or conferring with the sound engineers or the lighting 
technicians or with Blake or talking to newspaper reporters or going for an 
interview on a local TV show . . . while Sally merely sat in the 
smoke-filled, hectically crowded hotel room answering the phone or ordering 
up more sandwiches. 

And so she had begged him to let her stay home the last time, to leave her 
to suffer the agony of her gnawing loneliness by herself. But he wouldn't 
hear of it. 

"Please, Bill. I'll be alright. I just . . . can't go ... this time ... I 
just can't." 

"What do you mean, 'can't go'?" her young husband had bellowed. "Of course 
you'll go. Listen, babe, I know it was rough for you the last couple of 
times but this time is going to be different. Really. We've got a road 
manager now to take care of all the problems that come up so I won't have to 
worry about them anymore!" 

By the end of his pleading speech, his tone had softened. She was his wife 
and he loved her. He wanted her at his side. Struck by the warm love in his 
voice, Sally had at last relented, reluctantly, to accompany Bill on the 
long and grueling tour in the hope of being some comfort to him during what 
she knew would be an exhausting and sometimes frantic tour. 

But, of course, that tour had been exactly like the ones before, the young 
redhead mused as she slid her voluptuous body onto the soft cushions of the 
poolside chaise lounge. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool 
breeze which played over the smooth curvaceous contours of her nearly naked 
body, rippling across her firmly rounded breasts and over the sensuous lines 
of her hips and thighs. It was so good to be home again, even if this 
mammoth house didn't quite feel like home yet, to be quietly by herself, 
unhampered by the constant demands placed upon the glamorous-looking wife of 
a popular young rock star. No newspaper reporters constantly hovering about, 
no flash cameras blinding her vision, no TV reporters shoving their 
microphones into her face as she and Bill would wade through the crowds 
before his concerts. Somehow, her winning smile and seemingly self-assured 
manner had gotten her through the hectic publicity ordeal every time but it 
always seemed like a miracle to the simple young woman from Walnut Valley 
that she survived these straining episodes with some degree of calm and 
composure. Bill had often said how proud he was of her . . . 

Still, it would be nice if Bill could take some time from his singing and 
recording engagements so that they could spend at least a couple of days all 
by themselves, just the two of them. Even with a schedule as hectic as his, 
Sally thought, there should still be some time for companionship and, more 
importantly, for loving! She remembered those blissful days when they were 
first married two years ago. Then Bill, no matter how hard he was working or 
how late, would always find time for his stunningly attractive young wife. 
God, how marvelous it had been when he would hold her in his arms, gather 
her softness close to him again and again and again. Yes, those were the 
days when night and morning she would wrap her long legs eagerly around his 
broad young back, accepting his nakedness against her willingly spread 
thighs, feeling the hardness of his cunt-hungry cock fucking deeply, deeply, 
searingly hot into the quivering depths of her lust-lubricated young pussy, 
fucking ever upward into her hotly enveloping belly until she could hardly 
breathe it felt so glorious! 

Sally took a deep breath now, wanting to feel his muscular nakedness again 
between her spreading thighs, to know the thrilling weight of him over her 
crushing her softly pliant breasts back against her chest as his hotly 
pulsing hardness slithered up into the eagerly clasping walls of her womb. A 
violent thrill raced through her belly, culminating among the softly 
throbbing folds of her russet-haired pussy in a wrench of lustful yearning 
so intense that she nearly cried out loud. Oh, if only Bill would come home 
tonight, wrap her satin-skinned body lovingly in his strong young arms, 
carry her warmly yielding body to their new king-size double bed as he did 
so often when they were first married; spread her legs wide and fuck her 
ears off! 

"But he'll probably be too tired after a grueling day with lawyers and 
record company directors and God knows who else!" she sighed out loud, 
settling back on to the soft cushions of the lounge as she first began to 
feel the warm rays of the sun sinking into her smooth skin. 

Blake Laurel, the older brother, was a very handsome young man who knew how 
appealing his rugged good-looks were to the members of the opposite sex. He 
enjoyed the admiring glances that followed him down the street whenever he 
passed a beautiful woman and he reveled in the many conquests he had enjoyed 
among the young starlets who were more numerous in the Los Angeles area than 
anywhere else in the world. Except for his prudish sister-in-law, Sally, he 
had never failed to fuck silly any of the many young women he had lured into 
his bed and he wasn't going to break that successful record now. 

Blake pulled the freckle-faced young maid down onto the soft bed of the 
poolside cabana, which he himself had personally and purposefully furnished 
with a convenient double bed along with the usual showers and changing rooms 
for guests. He took a special pride in the bright red brocade wall covering 
and the soft-hued pink light which illuminated the soft curves of the young 
girl's voluptuous young breasts and hips, to perfection. He knew that they 
wouldn't be disturbed there -- how many other conquests had he achieved in 
this very room without ever being interrupted by so much as an outside 
whisper! 

Yes, there were few women in this world who could successfuly resist Blake 
Laurel and he knew that the reason was that he knew just how to get to them, 
to excite them beyond their wildest dreams, to give them a lust-inspired 
fuck they would never forget. Actually, he thought, he was really doing all 
these women an enormous favor by treating them to such expert and erotically 
exciting loving! And this girl was going to be no exception. He'd had his 
eye on her ever since Sally had hired her as maid and cook combination a few 
weeks before. An American beauty rose, to use an old cliche. She had little 
to do most days when The^Family wasn't home so it occurred to him that she 
might enjoy a little of his special brand of entertainment. 

She said she was eighteen, but Blake had checked her out so he knew that she 
was really just fifteen, even though she had a ripely budding little figure 
that was still slightly cushioned from her youth. He had gotten her out of 
the kitchen without any trouble, making it fairly clear that what he wanted 
was more than a recipe for apple pie! She still wore the low-cut, skimpy 
black maid's uniform, which was her habitual costume, in addition to the 
fluffy white apron that completed the outfit. She looked exactly like a 
full-color illustration from some old-fashioned magazine with that sensuous, 
thin black maid's dress, the white apron, her smoothly soft complexion and 
the softly curling darkish auburn hair which framed her face so exquisitely. 
Above the low neckline of her clinging dress he could see the alabaster skin 
of her ripe young breasts quivering madly as she took long, deep breaths. 

Blake pushed himself down over the faintly struggling young maid's body and 
kissed first the nape of her slender neck, and then started to unzip her 
black and white maid uniform. It was easy enough to pull that zipper down 
along her side and he untied the apron around her waist when he reached that 
sensuous indentation. Now the top of her dress slid off of her smoothly 
appealing shoulders, exposing the lovely rounded orbs of her breasts which 
lay bra-less beneath his feasting eyes . . . 

"God, you are gorgeous! What a magnificent little body!" 

"Oh ... Mr. Laurel ... I ..." the wide-eyed fifteen year old girl stammered, 
turning her face to avoid the hungry command of his eyes. She wanted to run 
away . . . and yet she didn't. She had taken this job because she thought it 
would be a very glamorous experience to work for the famous Family 
Enterprise, especially since she had a mad crush on Stan Laurel whose hands 
seemed like glowing magic as he hammered so sensuously and rhythmically on 
the drums. But it had been Blake Laurel who had been paying attention to 
her, whispering compliments into her ear at every possible opportunity for 
the past two weeks now. And now, today, with all of the others gone, he had 
come to find her and invited her out to the cabana . . . and she couldn't 
refuse. She had heard, especially from her mother, how all of these 
"Hollywood types" were wild sex-maniacs indulging in constant orgies . . . 
but she hadn't seen any evidence of such wild debaucheries since coming to 
work here. And now . . . here she was . . . alone with Blake Laurel who 
obviously had only one thing on his mind. 

Toni, the young maid, thought about the boy she had left behind in San 
Bernadino. They had gone steady all through high school and she had vaguely 
promised to marry him, after she had enjoyed what she called her "little 
fling", the excitement and glamor of Los Angeles which she had come to find 
and did. But now the memory of her last night with her boyfriend Jerry flew 
through her mind. Luckily, she hadn't gotten pregnant or everyone would have 
known that she had succumbed at last and let him fuck her. But, after all, 
it hadn't been too painful and it had all been over with almost as soon as 
it started. A few quick thrusts of his cock up into her nakedly spread young 
cunt and then she felt a few short, hot spurts up into her belly and after 
that Jerry had told her it was all over. Just like that. It wasn't quite as 
thrilling as she had always imagined it would be ... although it did feel 
good having his young creamy cum squishing around up inside her for a few 
hours afterwards. 

And now here she was on a soft double bed with the famous Bill Laurel's 
brother! He was so much older ... so strong ... so devastatingly handsome . 
. . and his fingers seemed to sear her soft skin wherever he touched her. 
The young maid felt, too, a strange and unpredictable emotion simply from 
this powerful man's insistent nearness as well as from his hotly tingling 
kisses and burning touch. Oddly enough, she had never felt such strong 
sensations tickling through her cunt walls with her boyfriend Jerry! Not 
even when he had fucked his long, lust-hardened young cock-deep up into her 
vagina that night! 

Toni felt herself beginning to tremble as Blake slowly and seductively 
peeled away her sensuously clinging maids uniform from her sensuously 
quivering body. Inch by inch it was being lowered past the sleek indentation 
of her waist, over her flaring smooth hips and down the long, tapering 
columns of her shapely legs. She hoped that nobody would stumble by accident 
into the cabana . . . they were all away, of course, except Mrs. Laurel, her 
employer so there was little chance of discovery while he was fucking her. 
Still, the semi-frightened young maid felt slightly uneasy but still she 
remained limp, unable to stop herself from trembling or Blake from removing 
her protective garment. It was really flattering, in a way, that this man 
had chosen her over all the sexy young starlets he could have had peeling 
their panties off for him just by whistling . . . 

Blake Laurel's hands smoothed downward pushing her uniform along her 
voluptuous curves until it fell into a heap at her feet, feasting his eyes 
all the while on the smoothly creamy skin of her semi-nakedness. Now her 
body stood clothed in nothing but stockings and panties and her black 
high-heeled maid's shoes. Her darkly curly hair framed her peachy-skinned 
oval face and her eyes carefully avoided his. But the soft, nakedly 
quivering mounds of her sumptuous breasts, now free to dance in delight, 
seemed to be asking for Balke's hot lips to take those rosy nipples like 
ripe berries between them. 

The eager young press agent could feel his lust-incited penis growing harder 
and harder, hotter and hotter as he ran his hands up the lengths of Toni's 
calves until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thighs above her 
stockings. When his hands reached her silken panties, he hooked his thumbs 
in the top and pulled them slowly down, exposing a gently rounded little 
white belly with deeply inset navel and then, as he continued rolling the 
nylon material, the dark twining curls of her sparsely growing little pussy 
hair with the vertical cunt slit almost naked beneath became exposed to his 
devouring eyes. 

"Mr. Laurel . . . are you sure ... we should be ..." the young maid mumbled, 
sensing the strength of his hunger rising dangerously by the second. But 
they both knew that it was too late to stop and they both knew that they 
didn't really want to stop anyway! Blake slid down her panties and stockings 
which were attached together by elastic band snaps and now she was 
thoroughly revealed before him in all her curvaceous, fifteen year old 
nakedness. "Gorgeous . . . simply gorgeous," the young man murmured as his 
eyes relished the smoothly contoured nakedness of the young maid so 
lusciously displayed before him. "A magnificent . . . exquisite body . . . 
lovely!" 

Toni felt a shiver run through her and began to feel slightly chilled now 
that she had no panties or uniform on to cover her titties and pussy. She 
felt so strange ... as if she was dreaming . . . this wasn't really 
happening to her . . . naked, ready to be sexually devoured and fucked by 
the brother of a famous rock star. Yet, it was real. Very real. She was 
sitting naked on the bed, her clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, and 
Blake Laurel was undressing before her rapidly blinking eyes, moving with an 
urgency that was almost frightening to the inexperienced young girl. His 
hard, lean, muscular body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds 
and she found her eyes locked onto the hard, upthrusting pole of his cock 
which seemed almost menacing. It was longer than she had expected, 
fire-engine red and fiercely throbbing, its bloated tip fully emerged from 
the thick foreskin as the sturdy vein-covered shaft bobbed expectantly and 
exuberantly before her astonished eyes. 

Toni uttered a half-choked cry, her eyes wide open now as she stared, 
thoroughly entranced by the sight of his hard, jutting masculinity. 

"Don't be frightened, little Toni" he whispered close to her ear, his hot 
breath bathing her face as he spoke. "Don't be frightened, please. I'm going 
to be very gentle . . . very tender . . . you're going to feel wonderful 
very, very soon . . . believe me ... just relax now . . . just relax and 
I'll do all the work . . . don't worry . . . don't worry . . . ' 

Toni closed her eyes and tried to remember how to pray. 

Sally Laurel blinked her eyes against the brightness of the sun, her lush 
young semi-naked body bathed in sweat as she wiped her hands across her 
eyes. I must have fallen asleep, she thought silently, still blinking her 
eyes as she sat up on the soft chaise lounge. She looked quickly around, but 
soon realized that nobody was home yet. Not that she expected them to be. 
Likely as not, Bill and the rest of the group wouldn't be back until quite 
late and by then her dashing young husband would no doubt fall asleep as 
soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Oh, how different from the early days of their marriage when he was an 
ambitious young singer with a struggling and little-known group! She never 
dreamed that they would achieve the amazing popularity which they had 
recently found and that she would be forced to submit herself to the whims 
and commands of press agents (like his older brother Blake!) and lawyers and 
talent agents plus the constant demands of an admiring public. All she 
really wanted was Bill, the firm muscular contours of his thighs and arms 
wrapped around her, his turgid hot hardness fucking deep up into the 
willingly flaring canyon of her cunt. A shiver of carnal desire swept 
through her bathing suit-clad body and she could feel a distinct moist 
seepage flowing onto the silken crotch of her bikini bottom as she thought 
of Bill's rock-hard penis thrusting high and hard into her tightly 
clenching, smoothly grinding young cunt! Never once had she ever envisioned 
the loss of those bodily joys with her ardent young husband when they had 
taken their wedding vows . . . and now . . . 

Sally wasn't sure that she could stand because her legs were trembling so 
violently so she decided to remain where she was at least for a few minutes 
longer although her mouth felt suddenly dry and she became excruciatingly 
thirsty. If only Bill wasn't so wrapped up in The Family Enterprise, in the 
success he had cheated with his brothers and his cousins. Lately, much to 
her disappointment, he didn't even seem interested in the music but bent all 
of his efforts towards making more and more money, playing more and more 
concerts, making more and more records, more and more public appearances on 
TV shows and radio programs. Why, he was so wrapped up in all of that 
nonsense that he didn't even notice the way his older brother looked so 
provocatively and seductively at her like he wanted to fuck her all the time 
. . . and his younger brother Stan was beginning to do the same thing ... it 
seemed like all of the brothers except Bill were attracted sexually to her 
voluptuous good-looks and tantalizing body! 

The young wife struggled up onto her violently trembling legs and walked 
towards the house, her heart racing madly, her loins ablaze with rampant 
desire for her neglectful husband who remained, in her eyes, the world's 
most sensual and desirable man! She knew that there were millions of 
teenagers all across the country who agreed with her, but she wasn't 
jealous. After all, even if he hadn't been acting like it lately, he was her 
husband and it was her he desired above all other women. Bill wasn't at all 
like most men, hungering after any woman they could find. Men like his older 
brother Blake. 

Of course, Blake always wore a look of bemused delight after one of his 
erotic adventures. Often he would come close up behind her and whisper 
softly into the young wife's ear something like "Know something? I've done 
it again. I've out-performed even my greatest expectations! That Wendy 
Wagner is really a sensational screw in bed -- remind me later to show you 
the delicious little trick she taught me last night!" And Sally, of course, 
shocked at his frank revelations, would turn and hurry away, the sound of 
his teasing laughter ringing in her ears. 

Sally turned into the house, her mind racing with mingled images of her 
naked husband and his adventurous brother . . . naked bodies and 
lust-entwined limbs . . . dilating vaginas and throbbing hot cocks . . . 

"What I need is a drink!" she said out loud to herself. 

 Chapter Two 

Blake's chest was pressed so hard against hers that the young maid could 
feel her voluptuously young budding breasts flattened to her chest and her 
entire body was pushed back into the softness of the mattress below. 
Mindlessly shaking her head from side to side, Toni's mind reeled dizzily at 
the thought of the exciting sexual escapade she was now experiencing. This 
famailiar man . . . the older brother of the famous rock singer, Bill Laurel 
. . . nakedly making mad and passionate love to her, flushed with desire, 
breathing with ragged, panting spurts of air which warmly bathed her naked 
flesh. His nakedness touching hers, pushing demandingly against hers ... his 
mouth crushed almost brutally against her parted wet lips ... his tongue 
swirling wetly into the moist cavern of her mouth sending marvelously 
exciting tremors of aroused sensation through her erotically stimulated 
young body . . . 

It was all a dream! It had to be! This was much too exciting to be happening 
to her! Blake was breathing hotly all over her and then all his muscular 
weight was on top of her naked body and the young maid knew that within a 
few fearsome moments her squirming cunt would be powerfully penetrated by 
that awesomely hardened cock she had seen jutting out from his golden forest 
of pubic hair. When she had let Jerry fuck her that one night, the room had 
been dark and she handn't even seen his young penis . . . but now, she could 
see the older man's clearly in all its throbbing, lust-engorged glory! 
Already she could feel its demanding hardness against one of her softly 
trembling thighs and she only hoped it wouldn't stretch her cunt too much 
when he thrust that mammoth pole up into the nearly virginal little hole 
between her thighs. 

His heavy legs were pressing now against hers and he shifted slightly 
upwards, letting the red-hot pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against 
the tender flesh of her flat white belly. "Please ... do it easy and don't 
hurt me ... please," she stammered, searching for the courage to reveal her 
inexperience to this obviously well-experienced young man. 

"Don't worry . . . just relax . . . relax," he panted down at her. 

"Please! Please!" she begged. "I've only done it once before with my 
boyfriend!" 

Blake paused for a long moment. Suddenly, his face broke into a lively grin 
and he laughed. The trembling young girl flushed red, mortally wounded by 
his laughter, feeling that she could never come up to his expectations of 
her. She shouldn't have said anything! Now she had spoiled everything! Now 
he would never even look at her again and would feel nothing but contempt 
for her youthful naivete. Then, much to her surprise and pleasure, the older 
man leaned down and whispered hotly into her ear. 

"It's ok. Virgins, or even semi-virgins, are always more fun to fuck. You 
just relax your little cunt muscles and don't tense up on me and everything 
will be fine . . . you'll feel as good as I do when it's over, I promise. 
Just relax . . . relax . . . relax ..." 

Almost tenderly, Toni felt her legs being parted by his leg and then the 
hotly throbbing head of his pulsating cock was sliding inside the narrow 
little slit of her dark-haired young pussy. 

"Relax . . .just relax your cunt . . . this isn't going to hurt . . . it's 
going to feel good . . . relax it now . . . ease up ... good, that's it, let 
the lips open up . . . just relax ..." his hoarse voice crooned into her ear 
as his lust-stiffened shaft moved up and down and back and forth slowly 
within the moist warm confines of the young girl's seeping cunt until Toni 
heard herself moaning deliriously. "Oh please . . . Mister Laurel . . . 
please . . . oooooohhhhh!" Blake did not bother to pause to tell her that it 
was alright to call him by his first name. It really didn't matter what they 
called each other anyway. His cock and her cunt would do all the talking 
that was necessary between them! 

Toni's vulnerable secret passsage began to sense what it was going to be 
like to have that fire-filled cock sliding into the soft folds of her nearly 
virginal vagina. Just the mere throbbing touch of it between her wide-spread 
legs was driving her frantic with lust-burning anticipation. She could feel 
ripples of exquisite pleasure tingling through veins and she suddenly 
realized what the word "hot pants" really meant! She wanted him to fuck her! 
In spite of the strict upbringing by her parents who taught her that 
pre-marital sex was a sin, she wanted this older man's tumid hot cock 
fucking into the warmly waiting walls of her quivering cunt! She needed that 
cock spurting out it's cum all the way up into her belly and she needed it 
now, before she started screaming from the tortured frustration burning in 
her sizzling young cunt! 

Blake could sense her complete surrender to the rampaging desire crashing 
through her loins and he smiled silently to himself. He was introducing 
still another young teenage thing to the glorious joys of sexual 
fulfillment! His hands were moving, working steadily at the softly pliant 
mounds of her naked breasts and listened with pleasure to her soul-stirring 
moans as his eager fingers tweaked and teased at the tautly distended buds 
of her nipples. Nothing else seemed to exist for the young girl now except 
the stinging yearning in her tremulous breasts and the moistly seeping pussy 
that accepted the blunt tip of the older man's swollen cock as it rubbed 
salaciously against her tiny hair-lined slit, creating an excruciating and 
almost unbearable friction of flame-licking lust. 

"Ooooohhhh . . . aaauuugh . . . ooohh" the deliriously aroused young maid 
chanted beneath the older brother of her employer. Mindlessly, Toni began to 
push her hips up higher and higher, straining towards a release from the 
fiery torment he was fueling inside of her. But the thirty-two year old 
man's lust-projecting cock continuted to tease the young girl's tormented, 
hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she began to claw like an animal at his 
naked back. 

"God . . . please . . . I can't stand it ... I need it ... please . . . 
hurry," she rasped harshly, the words almost choking in her throat. 

Blake smiled to himself once more. He had told her, hadn't he, that in the 
end her cunt would feel just as good being fucked as his cock did fucking 
it? And he was always as good as he word -- sometimes better, he mused! He 
was sweating profusely now and every muscle in his lean body was tensed in 
preparation of his glorious penetration. The thickly bulbuous head of his 
desire-bloated penis stopped its tantalizing, tormenting rubbing between 
Toni's soft, fleshy cunt and slid down, poised at the little pink gateway of 
her madly throbbing, insanely seeping vagina. Almost automatically his hads 
slid underneath her sensuous young thighs, drawing her legs up so that they 
splayed outward. Instinctively, she locked the long naked columns around his 
back and began to grind her instinctly hungering fifteen year old pussy up 
at his red-hot pole of cock flesh. 

"God . . . hurry!" she cried pleadingly as Blake let his dynamically swollen 
penis part the sparse chestnut pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the hot 
wetness that surrounded the lovely little mouth of hotly quivering cunt 
flesh up between her wide-spread thighs. Slowly, he let his long hot pole 
burrow into the tiny, curl-fringed orifice, sliding easily around the warmly 
welcoming mouth. 

He began to fuck his cockhead against her cunt, trying to go slow and easy 
so that she would not suddenly be wrenched from this mindless ecstasy by a 
brutal, searing pain. Harder and harder he pushed, but not too hard because 
that could spoil everything and then he wouldn't get any satisfaction 
either! Soon he began to feel the softness of her cuntal flesh opening up 
like a beautifully blooming flower around his driving hardness, the 
petal-like lips parting as the little hair-framed mouth between her 
tremulous, open thighs gave way willingly to the long hard easing of his 
penetrating thrust. He had slithered his lust-thickened instrument halfway 
up inside the trembling, almost unexplored passage of the young maid's 
wide-held cunt and he felt a magnificant sense of exaltation, of victorious 
pleasure rushing through his red-hot blood. 

"Aaauuuuugh! Ah! Ah! Ah! ooohhhhh!' the young girl cried. She wasn't sure if 
what she felt was pain or pleasure, but whatever it was it burned like a 
forest fire through her loins and up into the quivering mounds of her 
voluptuous breasts. She felt as if she had been suddenly stretched wide 
apart between her thighs by the enormous hard circumference of his hotly 
plunging penis. Vaguely, she wondered how any woman could ever take such a 
mammoth instrument inside of her tiny vaginal opening! But it was happening! 
Magically, her employer's brother was moving higher and higher inside of her 
passion-slickened pussy tunnel and it felt . . . strange ... at the same 
time tantalizingly fulfilling and painfully wrenching. She wanted to cry out 
but she knew that nothing would stop him now . . . and she wasn't sure she 
wanted him to actually stop . . . but if only he would pause for a moment . 
. . 

But he didn't stop, in spite of low, moaning pleas that sprang automatically 
from her throat. He simply went right ahead, grinding the expanded hardness 
of his cock straight up into her nearly unexplored little cuntal passage, 
enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenching vaginal muscles as they 
rippled involuntarily around his hotly surging penis. 

"Uuuuuggghhh!" she groaned aloud, hoping with acknowledged futility that he 
would at least cease for just a second the relentless fucking of her slowly 
adjusting inner cunt-walls. But Blake couldn't stop. Besides, he knew that 
sooner than later she would relax her ass muscles and then the pleasure of 
his cunt-filling cock would ripple wildly through her naked young body and 
she would feel as marvelously excited as he did at that moment. The 
tenderness of her hitherto inexperienced cunt was wrapped elastically around 
his churning, pulsing cock as he pushed it all the way to the tip end of her 
tightly clinging cuntal channel. With a loud, low maon, Blake rocked his 
full weight against the groaning young girl splitting her legs even farther 
apart and arching his heavily hardened cock upward inside of her open little 
belly. 

He was so inspired and enveloped by the pleasure of his lust that he barely 
noticed the hands feverishly clawing at his naked back as he cupped his own 
hands instinctively onto the smooth, soft cushions of her supple young 
ass-cheeks, separating the already nakedly spread mounds of buttocks flesh 
still further and pulling the young fifteen year old maid's asshole up still 
tighter against his cum-bloated balls pressing against it. 

"Relax your pussy . . .it's gonna feel good . . . just relax your cunt hole 
inside . . . listen to me ... just relax that hot. little twitching twat of 
yours ... oh baby, it feels so hot and tight around my cock!!! 

Sally had needed those two drinks. Now, calmer, feeling somewhat refreshed, 
the young wife stepped outside again and walked down the steps of the back 
deck towards the swimming pool. A nice swim would relax her even further, 
drain off some of the excess energy screaming through her blood, take her 
mind off of the husband she sadly missed. At the shallow end of the pool, 
Sally stretched one of her long, shapely legs and tentatively dipped her toe 
into the cool blue water. Just right. Not too cold and not too warm. 

She swam back and forth, going the entire length of the pool several times 
with smooth, clean strokes, the droplets of water glistening on her satiny 
skin and floating her huge, voluptuously formed breasts high as she swam. 
Yes, she felt better already. A few more laps, back and forth, and then she 
would change into something else and perhaps get a book, lie in the sun, 
take it easy until cocktail hour. 

Stepping out of the pool, Sally shook her head so that her long, wet hair 
flew like dancing reddish flames around her head, the water drop in her skin 
shining like tiny diamonds in the intense afternoon sunlight. Happy, 
refreshed and calm, the young wife walked to the cabana where she had 
several changes of clothes to choose from. Then, suddenly she froze on the 
spot. 

Aghast, the young wife started to turn away at the slightly ajar door. She 
was horrified to have inadvertently stumbled upon the wildly fucking couple 
right there on the big double bed. At first, she thought that surely she 
must be hearing things. All that wild moaning and groaning couldn't possibly 
be coming from the cabana. Who could be in there since nobody was home 
except herself and the young maid? But then, after she had peeked through 
the slightly open door, opening it a little wider in her surprise, there was 
no room for doubt. It was her husband's older brother and the young maid! 

Sally turned, stunned, slapping her hand over her mouth. She couldn't see 
them now that she had turned her head, but she could still clearly hear 
their impassioned sighs and moans and her brother-in-law's cock fucking into 
the girl's cunt making wet, lewd sluicing sounds. She wondered that she had 
not heard it before . . . how long had they been in there, wildly fucking 
like two lust-crazed porn-film actors? She had walked right up to the cabana 
before she had those sounds permeated into her brain and, in fact, she had 
almost thrown the door open! 

"Damn him! Does he have to fuck every girl he meets!" she exclaimed silently 
to herself. "And right here in my own house!" The young wife was angry at 
having been exposed to such a carnally corrupt sight at first and it was 
only after she had stood there for some time with her back to the mad 
copulation that she realized her older brother-in-law had seduced her naive 
young maid! Toni! That sweet, innocent young girl had been cruelly taken 
advantage of by that grotesque sexual adventurer, Blake Laurel! 

The young wife's stomach gave a decided turn as if a thousand butterflies 
had suddenly taken flight in there. The bad moment passing, her brain 
dizzily reeling, Sally turned back toward the scene of her brother-in-law's 
abandoned passion. Later, she was to wonder why she didn't simply flee that 
horrifying sight, but at the time her legs would not have carried her two 
steps and she felt moved by compassion for the poor, unsuspecting young girl 
who had no doubt believed promises that would never be honored. Besides, 
although she would not admit the fact until much much later, her curiosity 
had gotten the best of her as she watched once more the lust-inciting sight 
of their total nakedness and thorough involvement with each other -- so much 
so that they were completely oblivious to her presence. 

Within a very few moments, the young wife felt her heart begin to beat 
rapidly in her chest and her breath began to come in panting, sputtering 
spurts. Blake had worked his hips up, kneeling into the young girl whose 
legs were now wrapped tightly around his back, and large droplets of salty 
sweat dropped from his handsome face onto the girl's trembling little white 
belly. Her pale nakedness seemed to glow in the soft pink light as she 
ceased all resistence, all regret and threw herself mind and cunt into the 
erotic task before her. She was beginning to actually enjoy this forbidden 
act with this handsome near-stranger and couldn't help but thrill to the 
powerfully stimulating sensations that raced recklessly through her nakedly 
straining young body. For him, it might simply be a matter of satisfying his 
carnal appetites -- and now, for her too, it amounted to little more than 
that and all that seemed to matter now was the satiation of those 
sexually-driven lust. 

Suddenly, as Sally watched wide-eyed and breathing heavily, Blake pulled his 
granite-hard cock halfway out of the young maid's hungrily clenching pussy, 
and a new expression of crimson lust spread across the young girl's face as 
she began to feel the first excruciating twinges of real body-curling 
pleasure rippling hotly about in her cock-stretched vaginal passage. His 
rigid, ramming cock had been touching every single nerve-end of her 
feverishly clasping cunt, filling it up blissfully and completely! Her 
tight, nearly unused little pussy walls still felt a, few stabs of minor 
pain, but now the pleasure was completely overwhelming it. Above her naked 
body, Blake paused for a long moment, well aware of the change in attitude 
of this sweet young girl, then fucked back up inside her wetly flowering 
cunt with a loud grunt, landing on top of her with his full weight. Battered 
back against the softness of the mattress, Toni cried out but this time from 
a pleasure so exquisite that she couldn't believe it! 

He had promised that it would feel good when he fucked her! And it did! 
Marvelously good! Sensational! Wonderful! Thrilling! And then, when he start 
pounding his loins against her nakedly upraised vagina in earnest, it felt 
better . . . and better . . . and better! Soon each thrust of her recklessly 
fucking lover began to send ripples sensations of abandoned passion through 
her boiling blood as his lust-heavy cock slammed into her open pussy with a 
rapidly building, powerfully driving passion that she had never imagined 
before even in her craziest dreams! 

Toni couldn't help but whimper and moan madly now completely submerged in 
the erotic power and pleasure of her naked body as it undulated and thrashed 
against his. 

It was almost more than Sally could bear to watch the divine and abandoned 
passion of their mutual lust. Watching from her perch at the doorway, the 
young wife felt a peculiar sensation throbbing in her throat so that for a 
moment she thought she would choke . . . and then it shifted down to her 
already sex-starved loins where the terrible emptiness and hunger of her own 
suddenly hotly seeping pussy crashed into her conscious mind like a banging 
thunderclap. A stabbing bolt of desire rose within her madly tingling cunt 
which now seeped profusely against its russet-haired outer lips. 
Unconsciously, the young wife's hand reached down to touch the 
passion-wracked mound of her pussy which lay captive beneath her tightly 
outlining bikini bathing suit panties. 

The young wife wanted desperately to turn away, to remove this lust-inciting 
sight from both her vision and her mind. But she couldn't. Some unknown but 
powerful force locked her feet and eyes exactly where they were and she was 
helpless against it. 

She could see clearly now as her older brother-in-law fucked into the 
moistly contracting cuntal passage of the young freckle-faced maid that 
warmly flooded his cunt-juice glistening cock with precious moisture. Making 
passion-provoked, grunting noises, Blake kneaded the smooth, full moons of 
Toni's smoothly rounded young buttocks with nervous, clenching fingers so 
that the softness of his juvenile flesh rippled whitely through between 
them. The highly around young girl was being mercilessly skewered down onto 
the softness of the mattress, helplessly and gloriously impaled by Blake 
Laurel's rhytmically fucking hardness. 

"Aaaaaaauuuuggggghhhh . . . oooooohhh . . . eeeeeuuuuummmmm . . . " She 
moaned as Blake's face grew a deeper shade of red from the full furious rage 
of his desire, and he fucked into her magically clinging, wetly sucking 
pussy with long, hard-driving strokes. This young maid, he thought, was 
quite a treat after the well-worn starlets he had been used to screwing and 
what's more, she has as tight a little hole up between her thighs as any 
cunt he had ever enjoyed! If he played his cards right, he knew, this 
wouldn't be the last time he'd fuck the tightly clinging warmth of her hot 
little fifteen year old cunt, either! 

Beneath her happily straining seducer, Toni was living through the most 
sensationally exciting moments of her young life. She knew, of course, that 
Blake Laurel didn't love her or even pretend to. But at this point she 
didn't much care about romantic love as the fire of her own lust burned 
feverishly in her undulating body, broiled in her blood, as she rose and 
fell incessently beneath his grinding, pounding nakedness. His lust-swollen, 
cock fucked up into the farthest depths of her feverishly sucking cunt, and 
lewd smacking. noises reverberated round her head as his swinging, 
sperm-laden testicles slapped counter-rhythmically against her nakedly soft 
buttocks. She could hear him above her, his voice a continuous moan, his 
words mumbled and incoherent, and the passion-filled sounds coming from his 
throat excited a greater and greater lust throughout her own lust-whelmed 
body. 

"Oooohhh . . . eeeuuummmm . . . cuntttt . . . sweeeett cuuuunt ..." he 
groaned louder and louder and louder as his cock fucked wetly into her 
openly grinding vagina. And then he began to chant "... hard . . . fuck it 
hard . . . fuck that cunt . . . ooohhh . . . fuck it like a champ ... I know 
you like it hard . . . harder . . . harder ..." 

The obscene words whipped through the passion-tortured young girl's mind as 
her older lover doubled her naked body up beneath him so far back that she 
thought she would break in two, pushing her legs back over her head so that 
her naked body was bent almost double on top of itself. It was a lewd, cunt 
revealing position and yet the pleasure swelling and sweeping through her 
passion-pounding body made all other considerations obsolete as wave after 
wave of glorious rapture flowed through her wildly straining young tits and 
belly. His fingers now kneaded and teased the softly tender flesh of her 
youthfully budding breasts and he was holding on tight, fucking back and 
forth rhythmically into the wide-spread cavern of her hotly devouring pussy. 

At the door, her face marred by the wicked sexual torment swirling through 
her loins, Sally Laurel clasped one hand to her breast and the other to the 
tittilated mound of her thinly covered pussy lips. Her long tanned naked 
legs stood slightly parted, and despite the objections of her conscience, 
she felt herself inexorably swept up by the blinding passion of her 
brother-in-law fucking the tits off the maid which she saw before her 
blinking eyes, bolts of salaciously driven excitement tingling through her 
torturously quivering cunt. Her mind had slipped into another world, one 
without light or sound or space but filled instead with the tantalizing 
fires of wildly abandoned lust that licked hotly at her smoothly sensitive 
skin and burned madly in her desire-inflamed pussy. She couldn't control 
herself much-longer . . . 

"Aaaarruugh . . . ooohhhh ... ah .. .ah . . . ag . . . ag . . . 
aaarrruuugh," the deliriously aroused young maid moaned out, feeling the 
older man's hotly sweating body pressed nakedly and demandingly on hers now 
while the tautly stretched flesh of her cushiony teenage buttocks split 
wide, her legs kicking straight up and trembling in midair as her 
cock-stretched cuntal muscles began to contract and vibrate around it with 
an urgency she had never experienced before. A series of convulsing 
tit-hardening spasms wracked her lust-driven body as the rock-hard cock 
fucked upward into her, pushing each trembling fold of her soft vaginal 
walls steadily back, massaging her internally with each slithering 
withdrawal. Now he was withdrawing his pistoning hard cock all the way out 
of her, until just the blood-swollen head remained imbedded up inside the 
hotly nibbling lips of her cunt, and then with all his strength and will, he 
fucked back deep up into Toni's now cum-hungry pussy with a loud grunt. 

"Ooooooohhhh . . . eeeee . . . aaaarrrrrr-rrruuugh ..." the girl wailed, 
bucking madly up aginst each savage thrust to welcome the battering-ram of 
his cock into the steaming channel of her cunt. Above her, Blake crooned 
with abandoned delight, knowing that her orgasm was now beginning -- 
probably the first magnificant climax of her young life! Gasping for air, he 
fucked like a tiger into the warmly welcoming confines of the young maid's 
tight, cock-strangling little cunt, watching down between her thighs the way 
his blood-pressured cock appeared and disappeared into the greedily clasping 
pink aperture of the girl's madly straining young pussy as he fucked her. It 
was a magnificant, cum-building sight, indeed, to the well-experienced young 
man but each time he saw his cock fucking into a new cunt it never failed to 
send a shiver of extra-powerful lust boiling through his hot-blooded veins. 
His balls ached painfully as Toni began to grunt out pleading words of 
passion to him, and he knew that he was about to cum himself. 

His hotly throbbing cock seemed to be boiling over with the intensity of his 
passion and a total exhileration dominated his mind and body as he fucked 
madly intp the young girl who was his sister-in-law's maid with renewed 
vigor. So nice to have a virgin again . . . well, almost a virgin ... so 
sensational to have a tightly clinging cunt sucking up the entire length of 
his cock as the sperm cried out in his balls begging for that ultimate and 
glorious release that was imminent now! 

Sally, in despair, could see the final climax approaching for the both of 
the nakedly writhing bodies there on the large double bed bathed in soft, 
pink light. She stood, trembling like a leaf in the wind, knowing that one 
light touch of her probing finger . . . just one slight touch . . . down 
there, inside her bathing suit would ignite a fire in her own sex-starved 
loins that would erupt into mind-flashing orgasm right there on the spot. 
She could feel her fingers being drawn as if by a magnet to that hotly 
seeping spot where her sensitive clitoris twitched tortuously among the 
silken folds of her copper framed pussy. The lower half of her ripely mature 
body seemed to burn uncontrollable and her face and flesh flushed a deep 
crimson as slowly but surely her exploring fingers spread downward from the 
heat of her naked belly under the tight elastic of her bathing suit panties 
to touch and softly part the satin curls of her reddishly curling pussy 
hair. 

"Ah! Oooohh! Arugh!" she cried, trying to stifle her voice as she quickly 
drew her breath inwards between her teeth. Her long index finger flicked at 
the little titty of pure pleasure down among the soft, moist folds of her 
pinkly flooding pussy, and created fireworks of sparkling pleasure that 
spread from her passion-aroused cunt all the way through the rest of her 
satin-skinned young body. And all the while her eyes were fastened to the 
lewd spectacle of wild uninhibited fucking there on soft mattress where her 
maid and her older brother-in-law reached a panting, spasming climax, a 
flaming culmination of their mutual lust as they rocked and bucked and 
jerked with salacious moans and groans to the pinnacle of ecstasy. 

Toni's entire body was filled with the glory of her orgasm, all of its 
nakedness curling and arching beneath Blake's orgiastically jerking 
hardness, her face distorted and discolored with passion as a steady, 
wailing moan poured out from between her slackly parted lips. She clung 
madly to Blake's back with both hands, clawing wildly, and dug her heels 
into his sides, spurring them desperately against his sweating flesh as her 
nakedly grinding young pussy danced upwards and gyrated in lewd, 
cock-devouring circles beneath him. Her cock-hungry vaginal walls clung 
voraciously to the rock-hard piston of Blake's cock that filled her so 
entirely and magnificently while wildly gushing streams of pure, animal 
pleasure poured through every single cell of her naked body. She was lifted 
to an apex of pleasure which she had never dreamed existed, an enchanted 
land of pure orgasmic ecstasy filled with diamond-like stars bursting in the 
back of her head as the pleasure-packed cock filled and fulfilled her with 
exquisite, cunt-wrenching, inward fucks. 

"Aaaaaaaarrrruuuugggghhhh!" she wailed mindlessly as spasm after spasm of 
convulsively magnificant pleasure rocketed through her nakedly cumming young 
vagina. 

The young girl's legs quivered in mid-air for a few moments and then Sally 
saw her oldet brother-in-law quicken his already maddening pace at the last, 
ramming into the young servant girl with the short hard strokes that 
magnified Toni's pleasure a thousandfold and brought him closer and closer 
to that final explosion of sperm now burning in his balls. Every sinew of 
his well-tanned and muscular body was tight, especially those of his arms 
and thighs as he too, groaned out his final cry. Sally then saw him fuck his 
suddenly hotly spurting cock so deep up into the wildly wailing young girl's 
wetly gushing pussy that he lifted her nakedly jerking ass-cheeks clear up 
off the mattress! The desire-tortured young wife could almost feel his hotly 
erupting cum roaring in thick hot gushes into the girl's tightly clasping 
cunt as she stood upon trembling legs watching with undisguised arousal and 
a certain amount of unexplainable jealousy, fucking couple before her widely 
bulging eyes. 

Sally felt like screaming but knew that she couldn't for fear of discovery. 
What they were doing was bad enough; that she stood rooted to the spot, her 
passion-glazed eyes locked on their spasming bodies, was infinitely worse. 
Her own lewdly thrusting finger fucking up between her thighs into the 
delicate membrane of her lust-incited cunt in an imitation of the fucking 
she had just witnessed and through her desire-clenched teeth came a low moan 
as the rapidly mounting sensation of her own fingerfucking promised to give 
her a immediate and much-needed release. She was cumming, cumming . . . 
cumming like a tidal wave there in the doorway. Her flaming loins tensed to 
receive the flood of her long-delayed pleasure and round and round her 
fire-filled fingers twirled, letting the tormenting pleasure of 
cunt-drenching orgasm fill the darkness that had been inside her with a 
brilliant white light that seemed to illuminate her entire being. 

"Ah! Oh! Aarruugh! oooooohh!" she panted as her entire nearly naked body 
jerked and trembled violently in lewd recognition of the lust-incited forces 
that controlled it completely now. 

She didn't know how long she had been standing there, watching that 
salacious scene and fingerfucking the tantalized depths of her own 
shamelessly quivering cunt, but now she turned away. Her knees were still 
too weak to carry her away, but now that her final pussy-flaring explosion 
had shattered her loins and her strength, she could no longer bear to 
witness the still nakedly locked couple on the bed. She could tell without 
looking that his now-deflated cock had slipped out of the girl's tender 
young cunt because she heard the wet popping noise which signified its 
retreat. She felt instinctively that they were smiling at each other, 
backing in the warm afterglow of a successful, sexually satiating orgasm 
which she used to know so often herself. 

No, she couldn't look. It was too much for her lust-tortured mind. She had 
to get away from there ... as soon as her legs stopped trembling ... as soon 
as the mad pounding of her heart subsided ... as soon as she could gather 
the strength within her vibrating body to carry herself away and into the 
house before they discovered her presence. She was shamefully sapped and 
exhausted, trembling madly, from her self-induced orgasm when suddenly a 
slowly crawling anger filled her mind. 

Her husband, Bill Laurel! If it hadn't been for his neglect, none of this 
would ever have happened! If only he had lately acted more like the loving 
husband he once was to Sally, she wouldn't be reduced to fingerfucking 
herself while watching his brother fuck their maid to achieve her 
much-needed sexual fulfillment! Well, no matter how tired he was tonight, he 
was going to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until she couldn't stand up! 
She had to have him, had to feel his lust-hardened shaft plowing deep up 
into the cock-hungry depths of her stil passion-drenched cunt! 

Sally turned away and walked on still weak legs towards the house. She 
didn't see the smiling eyes of her brother-in-law which followed her exit 
from the doorway where she had been fingering herself. She didn't know that 
he had looked up out of the cornor of his eye at her from the nakedly 
twisted body of the young servant girl beneath him just as the 
sexually-maddened young wife of his younger brother was sliding her 
passion-soaked fingers from the satisfied little hole up there between her 
nakedly spread apart thighs . . . 

 Chapter Three 

Sally's sister, Alice Rutledge, had, of course, been to Los Angeles many 
times in her twenty-four years, but never before with the intention of 
staying there. All during their childhood, she and her sister Sally would be 
taken by their parents to the big city for their annual Christmas shopping 
and occasionally during the summer for special excursions while they were on 
vacation. And then, of course, she had come to visit Sally once after she 
and Bill Laurel had been married, but that was over a year ago now, and 
since then her sister and brother-in-law had moved into a large new house 
that would reflect the measure of his sudden, but glowing success. 

Now, as the train huffed and whined into the station, the voluptuous young 
chestnut-haired young woman wondered what that house would be like . . . 
probably an enormous, sprawling mansion surrounded by a wall of trees to 
insure its privacy . . . perhaps a luxurious swimming pool out back -- 
everyone in Los Angeles had a swimming pool . . . perhaps even tennis courts 
(Alice had read once in a popular rock music magazine that Bill loved tennis 
above all other sports.) 

Divorced from Bob Rutledge only six months before after five stormy years of 
marriage, Alice was glad to receive Sally's letter a week ago asking that 
she come to Los Angeles to act both as a secretary to Bill and to herself, 
to help run the enormous house and to generally assist them all. Sally had 
always mentioned the possibility of bringing Alice to Los Angeles, but the 
now nervous older sister hadn't ever really expected the promise to come 
true. Now, however, it had. 

Yes, it had all seemed like a fairytale from the very beginning. All the 
years that she and Sally had spent growing up in Walnut Valley, they had 
talked of moving to Los Angeles and marrying famous Hollywood movie stars, 
living in palatial houses on mammoth estates and having a house full of 
servants! Sally, of course, had nearly achieved that dream although no one 
would have suspected it two years ago when she married Bill Laurel. Then he 
was simply one member of a struggling young rock group playing small coffee 
houses and minor engagements as the audience warm-up act for a major group 
or singer, plus a few short stints at Las Vegas as the second or third group 
on the bill. And then, after their first big hit, came several more in rapid 
succession and now they were the hottest new group in the business. 

Bill's picture had been splashed all over the newspapers and every time you 
picked up a magazine, there was Bill and his group, The Family Enterprise. 
Alice had secretly nurtured a crush on the handsome young lead singer and 
devoured every article about him and about Sally as their fame mushroomed 
all across the country. And now she, Alice Rutledge, was going to become a 
part of all that glamor and excitement, even if it was behind the wings! 
Still, the sensuously curved twenty-four year old visualized meeting more 
famous Hollywood singers and movie stars than she had ever imagined 
possible! 

Funny, though, that Sally's letters to her rarely mentioned the host of 
celebrities her sister must be in constant contact with. In fact, lately her 
sister's correspondence had sounded strange . . . very much unlike the 
happy-go-lucky, carefree girl Alice had grown up with in Walnut Valley. 
Still, poor Sally did have a lot to contend with having Bill's brothers and 
other family around the house all the time, plus the constant tours and 
publicity events in addition to running the house. No wonder she needed 
help! 

Alice laughed out loud at the thought of her former husband. Ah, if Bob 
could see me now, she mused, remembering all the times he had accused her of 
daydreaming when she should have been working hard in his drug store. True, 
she had spent a lot of time behind those counters reading movie magazines 
when she wasn't waiting on customers while Bob would have preferred her to 
be checking inventory or filling empty spaces on shelves or filing away the 
prescriptions. But perhaps if he had been a better husband to her, if he 
hadn't been so thoroughly exhausted each night and so seemingly 
disinterested during the day, then their marriage might have survived. He 
had never shown much concern with her interests and her desires, frequently 
commenting that women were always too emotional, too irrational, too flighty 
to take seriously. Well, now she would show Bob Rutledge that she could be 
both competent and intelligent and make important decisions! 

The train finally hissed to a complete stop and Alice Rutledge stood up, 
straightening the dress that she had carefully chosen for this occasion. 
Always both conscious and critical of how she looked, the exquisitely 
proportioned young woman had taken special care not to appear either 
over-dressed or under-dressed, choosing (after long consideration) a 
three-piece, vested pants suit of pale yellow with high-heeled sandals. The 
pants were hip-huggers which splendidly accentuated the flaring line of her 
hips and clung provocatively to the rounded softness of her upper thighs 
before flaring out to the ankles. The vest of the suit hugged her voluptuous 
breasts while the softly ruffled blouse beneath, seductively low cut, 
revealed just enough of the naked alabaster smoothness of those mounds of 
beautiful, womanly tit flesh. She purposely left the jacket hanging open to 
expose her ripely swelling breasts and now, as she stepped carefully off the 
train, a rush of cool air swirled into the deep, mysterious cleft between 
them. 

Her long, light brown hair hung smoothly down her back, serving as a frame 
to her oval, fresh-looking young face. Alice had always been especially 
proud of her complexion which she felt was even smoother and more flawless 
than her sister's. Yes, Alice Rutledge was a good-looking, splendidly built 
young woman and she knew it. She also knew that a face and form as 
magnificent as her own would be wasted in the backwater town of Walnut 
Valley and so had accepted her sister's invitation to come to the glamor and 
excitement of Los Angeles without hesitation. Here, at last, she would find 
a fitting welcome to both her beauty and her brains and she had no doubt 
than from now on, her life was going to take a definite turn for the better! 

Consequently, her heart beat wildly within her chest as she made her way 
down the platform towards the station. Bil, of course, would be too busy to 
come to the station, but Sally ought to be there somewhere among that 
eddying crowd of people. The mere thought of Bill Laurel caused a tingling 
sensation to run through her quivering breasts and she wondered how she 
would react to actually living in such close proximity to him. God, he was 
so ruggedly handsome and every line of his body seemed to ooze an inviting 
masculine sexuality that the older sister found quite irresistible. Sally 
was a damned lucky girl to be married to such an attractively handsome 
husband! Hopefully, though, Alice mused, I'll be able to control myself when 
I see him for the first time in over a year! 

"Alice! Alice! Over here!" a familiar voice cried excitedly and Alice turned 
towards the direction from which it had come. There, amongst the swirling 
crowd of people, stood her younger sister, looking somewhat pale and 
distraught. In plain point of fact, she looked terrible! Poor Sally! This 
Hollywood high life must be too much for her! Her hands were warm but 
trembling upon her arms as she hugged her older sister close to her ... it 
almost seemed as if she might cry . . . but not from the joy of seeing her 
sister . . . 

"Oh Alice, I'm so glad to see you," Sally cried, breaking from the tight 
embrace in which she had held her beautiful older sister. "Is this your only 
suitcase?" 

"Yes. The rest of my things are being shipped. They ought to be here in a 
day or two." 

"Good. Well, then, let's get out of this dreadful train station." 

They walked quickly outside where Sally led her sister to the waiting sports 
car which 

Sally had parked at the curb. Once inside, she pulled out and before long 
they were riding on an enormous freeway, heading west towards the bright red 
sun just settling down onto the crest on the horizon. Sally was curiously 
quiet for a while and then she smiled towards her older sister and spoke in 
a curiously subdued voice. 

"How do you like this car?" 

"Oh, it's wonderful," her sister replied enthusiastically. As, indeed, for a 
girl from Walnut Valley, a fire-engine red sports car was a magnificent 
machine. 

"Funny," her younger sister replied in an almost flat monotone, "I didn't 
really want it, you know. Bill rides in a chauffeur-driven limousine with 
the rest of the group, and after his first big hit he said he wanted to buy 
me a new car. But, really, I liked the old VW bus we had! I was . . . well, 
I was just used to it, you know? It's a strange life we lead now. None of us 
seem quite like ourselves any more." 

Her sister looked so sad, so pale, that Alice reached out and clasped onto 
her hand. "Poor Sally . . . poor little rich girl, huh? Well, don't worry. 
I'm here to help you now!" 

Sally smiled feebly, turning briefly towards her devastatingly attractive 
older sister, wanting to pour out all her troubles and frustrations, but 
knowing that this was neither the time nor the place. Later, before Bill and 
the rest of the boys came home, she and Alice would have a nice quiet drink 
together before a private little supper. Then, they would talk, one of those 
warm and wonderful heart-to-heart talks like the ones they used to have so 
often before Sally moved to Los Angeles. 

It was after midnight as Alice Rutledge lay in the soothing warmth of her 
bath. It had been indeed a very wearying and difficult day for the young 
woman from Walnut Valley newly arrived at the sumptuous mansion of her 
sister and brother-in-law in Los Angeles. Sally had said they would enjoy a 
nice quiet dinner together, to talk over both old times and new, but Bill 
and the group had arrived unexpectedly early and so the meal had not been as 
private as they would have liked. Quite the contrary, there were eight or 
nine of them around the long, large table in the formal dining room, their 
conversations constantly crossing and intermingling so that Alice had 
enjoyed absolutely no private words with her sister after all. 

Still, it had been an exciting experience, seeing all those famous people 
together in one room. They hadn't acted like Alice imagined celebrities act. 
No, they had just seemed like regular people, eating and drinking and 
talking about baseball and movies they had or hadn't seen and then there was 
a lot of talk she didn't understand about music and recording contracts and 
people whose names were completely unfamiliar to her. Alice thought it 
strange that her sister didn't seem to be included in much of the rapidly 
flowing conversation and that she didn't seem to take much of an interest in 
Bill's music. 

Now if she, Alice Rutledge, were married to a man as stunningly sexy and 
wildly exciting as Bill Laurel, you can bet she would take an interest in 
anything which appealed to him! He had a vibrant and yet curiously subdued 
energy that emanated from every pore of his body and she was both surprised 
and overwhelmed by the sincere warmth of his greeting as he welcomed her to 
the swarming household. Then Stan and Ted and Al and Ed all gathered around 
her to welcome her, to ask about her trip down from Walnut Valley, and to 
volunteer to be of whatever help they could. Both of Bill's brothers shared 
his handsome good looks, but neither had the devastating sex-appeal of Bill 
Laurel. And then, later on, after dinner was all over, she had first met 
Blake Laurel. His handsome features were similar to Bill's, but seemed 
somehow more commanding and rough. But he deffinitely shared that same 
mesmerizing sexiness and Alice hoped that she would soon get to know this 
older brother better! 

Now, running her slender hands along the lush wet" contours of her naked 
body, reveling n the rising and falling of her nudely reclining body as she 
soaped and washed herself, Alice could still hear Bill's deep baritone voice 
as she played his words back over her memory like one of his phonograph 
records. In spite of her deep love for her sister, she felt a twinge of 
jealousy crawling through her as she thought of her lucky sister and how 
indifferent she seemed to be to all this incredible fame and wealth, not to 
mention her dashingly handsome young husband! "I wonder if they'll make love 
together tonight, if he'll fuck her?" she asked herself out loud. "Probably. 
Bill was brilliantly alive and energetic all night ... not like tired and 
feeble Bob Rutledge when he came home from a day's work!" 

Suddenly, Alice visualized her younger redheaded sister nakedly enjoying the 
warm caresses of Bill Laurel. Their two naked boides would be intertwined as 
his heatedly aroused cock fucked deep up into hte screaming, steaming depths 
of her hungrily flooding cunt! 

He would fill her to overflowing with his white spurting cum and her 
sister's hotly sucking vagina would milk out every last ounce of his 
precious male cum juices from his bursting penis! 

"Oh God, stop it!" she groaned to herself out loud as she stepped from the 
warmth of the tub water. The brown-haired older sister ran her hands over 
her large soft breasts which tingled with longing as the rosy round nipples 
contracted to a tense hardness beneath her own touch. As she ran the towel 
along the naked wet contours of her ripely curved body, she felt a yearning 
readiness inundating her entire mind and body and her knees began to shake 
beneath her. Almost against her own will, the older sister once more 
conjured up the image of her naked younger sister beneath the awesome and 
handsome weight of Bill Laurel, his long thick hardness filling her upraised 
cunt completely and blissfully. What would it feel like to have that 
ruggedly muscular body on top of me and fucking me crazy? she wondered. How 
glorious would it feel to have his wildly throbbing cock slithering up into 
my waiting cunt and spurting its cum up in there like a passion-crazed 
bull's cock! 

The young brunette flung herself down on the bed and tried to wipe all 
thoughts of sexual adventure and excitement out of her mind. But it was a 
difficult task. She had been so frustrated for so long. It had been over a 
year since she had been fucked by her husband ... or any other man, for that 
matter. There had been no one who even remotely appealed to her enough to 
let them fuck her back in sleepy Walnut Valley. But Bill Laurel . . . and 
his brother Blake . . . now there was a pair of fine specimens of the male 
of the species who no doubt really knew how to turn a woman's cunt to warmly 
throbbing jelly | -- and knew what to do with that cunt afterwards! 

Alice turned over on her back and spread her naked legs out, separating her 
statuesque thighs wide so that the fur-trimmed lips of her dark curl-fringed 
pussy lips were parted. She could feel its desire-swollen lips throbbing 
madly as, breathing slowly and rhythmically, she imagined that hotly flaring 
little cunt mouth being fucked slowly up into the rock-hard length of her 
younger sister's husband's cock . . . 

Bill Laurel sat in the large, luxurious living room of his new house talking 
business with his brothers and cousins long after his wife slid out of the 
room to go to bed and long after his newly arrived sister-in-law had 
departed, claiming that she was very tired from her journey. He enjoyed 
"talking shop", as he put it, with them, and it was especially necessary for 
them to get all of their considerable problems ironed out smoothly if they 
were to continue on this astounding road to enormous success that they had 
discovered less than half a year ago after their first hit record. The 
Family Enterprise was very important to Bill. He didn't view it as a 
life-long obligation, but he recognized that it would have to be the 
springboard for any future success that might come his way. 

The ambitious young man often mused about the day when he would amass 
sufficient popularity to split from the group and go out on his own. And 
someday he dreamed of acting in a movie . . . perhaps he would even produce 
it so that he would have total control over the eventual product. By that 
"someday" in the future, he would certainly have enough money and probably 
enough prestige within the industry to be able to do that. Yes, he saw 
nothing but bright lights on his horizon, but it was all based on the 
growing success of The Family Enterprise and he alone could keep the group 
together and running smoothly. 

It was long after midnight when he finally ushered Blake, the last of the 
departing guests, out of the front door. He returned to the living room, lit 
a cigarette, and poured himself one nightcap, musing over his overwhelming 
success and his immense good fortune. He had, after all, more than enough 
money in the bank, a spacious and luxurious new house, plus a dazzlingly 
beautiful and loving wife. Yes, he admitted, he had sadly neglected her 
lately, but one of these days he would make it up to her for all the lonely 
days and nights she passed without him by her side. Perhaps by the end of 
the year he could see his way clear to taking a week off so that they could 
go -- alone! -- together for a vacation . . . perhaps to Mexico . . . 
perhaps to Europe . . . maybe even Japan . . . they could afford to go 
anywhere in the world they wanted to go now! 

He trudged up the stairs, weary to the core from the exhausting recording 
session that afternoon and the lively evening with his brothers and cousins. 
He was surprised to find his wife still awake, sitting up in bed with a 
book, her lovely face illuminated by the reading light over the bed in a 
room of total darkness. It was like a halo, a spotlight reflecting all the 
alluring beauty of her satin-skinned face, of her finely chiseled features. 
She looked up at him as he entered and walked over to the bed, sitting down 
on the edge off the mattress beside her. ; 

"It was nice to have you home tonight," she whispered, her eyes glowing and 
slightly tear-filled. He knew right away that she wanted something and he 
knew exactly what that I something was. Sally's emotions had always glowed 
transparently on her stunning face, whether she was happy or sad, whether 
she was hungry for his cock or exhausted to the marrow of her bones. And 
what she wanted now was him, in all his glorious nakedness, sprawled out on 
top of her, his rigidly pulsing cock begging entrance to the secret shelter 
of her already impatiently flooded pussy. 

Standing up, the virile young husband stripped the clothes from his body and 
came back towards the bed. Sally's eyes locked admiringly on her husband's 
naked form, his firm hard buttocks and his long, powerful legs. But 
especially were her eyes caught by the long, pendulous penis which hung so 
provocatively from his blond pubic forest there between his muscular thighs. 
His big back tapered down to narrow masculine hips with a perfection Sally 
had never seen, even in those magazines filled with pictures off naked men. 
Yes, everything would be all right if only this amazingly handsome young man 
would take her in his arms, hold her nakedness close to his own, soothe and 
comfort her, then make mad and passionate love to her hotly frustrated young 
cunt. 

Impulsively, Sally leaned forward on the bed to embrace her young husband, 
burying her face in the crook of his neck and planting warm, wet kisses 
there with a tender passion. 

"God, I've missed you, Bill! It's been so long ..." the aroused young wife 
whispered into her husband's ear as he laughed and lay back to accommodate 
her eager embrace. He was really, he mused, awfully tired, but not really 
that exhausted. There's always a little energy left over for love, he 
thought, as he let his hands roam up under the silken material of her gown, 
feeling for the warm rounded flesh of her smooth young breasts. Already his 
cock was rising to a hard thickness, quivering upward into the air and ready 
for action! 

"I've missed you too, baby," he replied, his breath now just beginning to 
come in ragged pants. "I'm sorry, you know . . . it's all my fault ... we 
just don't have enough time together ... but I'll make it up to you someday, 
I promise." 

Make it up to me now, Sally screamed silently as she felt her husband's 
fingers teasing at the swollen, sensitive flesh of her huge young breasts 
and already a greater feeling of wetness was spreading down there between 
her legs as his fingers tweaked and tantalized her tautly distended nipples. 

"Bill ... I love you ^o . . . God, how I need you!" she panted, becoming 
more and more aroused with each passing moment, more and more urgently 
excited by the long-denied pleasures his virile young cock could give her. 
"I need you naked and on top of me, darling!" 

Bill rolled playfully over her, a look of pleasure-filled lust lighting his 
handsome features. A searing bolt of desire swept through her 
long-frustrated belly as she felt herself go limp beneath his naked body. 
His weight pressed hard upon her, just as, she recalled, Blake's weight had 
pressed down on their nakedly spread young maid this afternoon out in the 
cabana. Her husband now was spreading the silken folds of her gown to reveal 
her I smooth-skinned nakedness beneath, the one that had proved so 
magnetically attractive to him two years before and still held the same 
lust-fascination for him. Already the young wife could feel her husband's 
naked erection pressing against her soft skin as he growled a little, 
grinding against her, belly to belly, his lust-stiffening cock nudging 
hungrily into the softness of her stomach. Yes, that was what she wanted, 
that passion-driven pole storming and fucking deep up into the warm wet 
cavern of her voraciously hungry cunt! 

The deliriously excited Sally Laurel no longer cared about all the nights 
her husband had fallen unceremoniously asleep as soon as his head hit the 
pillow, no longer cared about all the long and lonely days she had spent 
without him recently. Nor did she care about the same of her [ own 
self-induced, finger-fucked orgasm by the! cabana door yesterday while she 
watched her [ brother-in-law fucking their maid. All that! loomed in a vague 
and foggy distnace now since t everything was going to be all right between 
her and Bill tonight. Soon, very soon, she would feel his hungry hardness 
sheathed in the welcoming walls of her womb, driving and fucking like a 
passion-driven piston far up into her warmly seeping cuntal folds like he 
had so many times before. And then they would cum, both of them together, 
mingling their lust-juices aound deep up in her belly, and spasming 
convulsively together as they dually mounted the summit of glorious sexual 
rapture! 

His eager hands slid up and down her tremulous naked flesh, moving from her 
succulent full breasts to her tiny waist, encircling it and fondling the 
sides of her softly curved hips, feeling the satiny skin of her legs beneath 
his roaming fingers. Her hot lips sought his, and she lunged her fire-filled 
tongue upwards, as far back into his welcoming mouth as it would reach, 
feeling his lust-expanding cock growing ever bigger against the trembling 
white flesh of her belly. Yes, she was going to be really fucked tonight, at 
last! 

With a yearning impatience, the young wife reached down between their 
nakedly pressed bodies to touch her husband's sensuously exciting rod of 
cockflesh. Her fingers fumbled toward the hotly burning shaft of his penis 
and, touching it, she marveled once again at its amazing girth and rigid 
hardness. Delightedly, she grasped that throbbing organ while her eager 
tongue still explored the warm moist dpeths of his mouth, their tongues 
flicking together in mock battle against each other as their passion built 
dramatically in the space of just a few minutes. She squeezed his 
granite-hard cock gently, then pulled the thickness of his foreskin back 
over the rubbery-hot head. A shiver of pleasure rippled through her 
nakedness as she heard him groan lustfully in response and a wave of desire 
seemed to pass between their two young naked bodies there on the bed. 
Shifting and arching her body beneath her husband, Sally rubbed the softly 
curling tendrils of her copper-colored pussy hair against the turgid length 
of Bill's penis until she could feel the blood-red head throb heavily up 
against the lust-drenched slit of her straining little cunt mouth. Slowly, 
she pulled her lust-encircling fingers downward and the thick, bulbous head 
reappeared, touching teasingly the wet slit of her long-neglected cunt. 

Bill, by this time, was almost more excited than he could bear. His cock 
seemed like it was on fire with the red-hot blood of his desire as he moved 
his hands downward, harshly cupping his wife's softly supple buttocks so 
that the pliant flesh rippled through his fingers. With a groan, he pulled 
her upwards, lifting her womanly hips and legs up from the soft mattress. 
Then the young husband pulled back to position hsi hotly pulsing penis so 
that it would fuck easily up into the widespread opening of his wife's 
hungrily waiting pussy. 

Twice, his eagerly thrusting cock slipped against the desire-slickened lips 
surrounding her hard little clitoris, causing the young redhead to wail with 
an animalistic cry that smashed through the still night air until she felt 
the blood-bloated instrument pressing bluntly up against the wet elastic 
opening of her passion-seeping vagina. Now . . . any second now ... it would 
fill her . . . fuck far up into her warmly welcoming cunt and lift he to the 
very uppermost heights of sublime ecstasy! 

But the intensely aroused young wife was wrong. For just at that moment, her 
husband pulled back, leaving her sizzling cunt yearning for fulfillment. 

"Listen, babe," her husband panted. "Let's try something ... a little 
different tonight . . . ok?" 

Sally was beside herself with the heated arousal raging uncontrollably 
through her frustration-wracked young body. Finally, after weeks and weeks 
of neglect, he had succeeded in arousing her fiercest passions, her most 
intense desires, had brought her just to the brink of brilliant fulfillment 
. . . and then he had taken his pleasure-hardened young cock away from her 
madly simmering cunt! Just as she was ready to flex her cunt walls inward 
and suck his powerfully plunging shaft of passion all the way up into her 
soft-walled womb, he had withdrawn it and the young wife felt as if she were 
precariously suspended over a deep abyss of destruction and about to plunge 
headlong into its darrk, forbidding depths. 

"Yes . . . anything . . . anything at all ... only for God's sake, hurry!" 
she cried. "Hurry, my darling! I can't stand it much longer!" 

Bill Laurel smiled. Yes, he recalled, that was one of the reasons he had 
married Sally. She was without question the most passionate and responsive 
women it had ever been his pleasure to fuck. Sure, he had enjoyed a good 
taste of cunt when he was on the road without her, when his desires and 
frustrations had built up to the bursting point. There were always plenty of 
young, fresh-faced teenage girls hanging around rock concerts to choose 
from, eager and flattering and exceptionally willing. But none of those 
one-night-stands had ever proved to be as remarkably satisfying as his 
lust-driven young wife! 

Bill shifted his body upside down so that his knees were straddling her 
head, so that his mouth hovered directly over the madly tingling furrow of 
her cunt while his cock dangled hard in front of her face, its blunt, 
blood-filled tip, madly throbbing only inches above her luscious lips. His 
words seemed to crash into her fevered mind like thunder. 

"I want you to suck me, baby . . . while I lick your cunt," he whispered 
hoarsely. 

"What?" His cock bobbed maddeningly in front of her eyes, actually stroking 
her on the nose once or twice, and although she would never have considered 
such a crazy and incredible feat before, now her lust had risen to such a 
fever-pitch that she felt compelled to do anything to satiate her desire. He 
had asked her to suck his cock before . . . and asked to lick her cunt . . . 
but she had always put him off with a vague promise of surrendering to his 
demands at some distant future date. And now that date had arrived. Her 
previous reluctance didn't seem to weigh at all on her conscience now so 
overwhelmed was the young wife by the demanding passion spiraling madly 
through her hotly boiling blood. 

She was just ready to ask him to be patient with her, to explain once again 
that she had never done anything like this before. However, her words were 
strangled back into her throat as the bulbous head of her husband's cock 
descended and plunged between her lusciously ovaled young lips. At the same 
time, she felt a shooting spark of fire burn through her anxiously quivering 
loins as her husband's tongue lunged out wetly at the taut little titty of 
her sensitive pink clitoris. 

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned sensuously around his cock slipping relentlessly into 
the warm moist cavern of her eagerly accomodating mouth. 

"That's it ... come on, baby . . . suck at it for me . . . " his panting 
voice cajoled as his hands gripped her softly fleshy thighs and spread them 
further apart so that the wet plane of her cunt was fully exposed to his 
eager young gaze. He listened with pleasure to his wife's muffled cries of 
intensely rising passion as he continued to lick with his nakedly flicking 
tongue at her pinkly spread pussy lips, sinking the fire-filled tip of it 
into the lust-drenched flesh of her hotly quivering cunt mouth. The young 
husband reveled in the cock-hardening taste and odor of her lust-lubricated 
pussy slit as he felt his long hot hardness sinking into the deepest regions 
of her searingly enveloping mouth. 

Sally had moaned out in the fiery passion of her arousal as the smooth 
rubbery head of his sinking shaft quivering inward, straining her lips wider 
and wider apart as the full rigid pole began to slide toward the back of her 
throat. Quickly, the young wife swallowed while she was still able, before 
the massive thickness of his slithering cock-head cut off her breathing 
completely. As if to accommodate her fear, he withdrew slightly and she 
began to gulp desperately for air. 

"It'll be ok ... you'll get used to it ... just take it easy," he cajoled, 
taking his wetly glistening face from between her widespread thighs for a 
moment. And she knew he was right. Already she could feel a wave of exciting 
sensation tingling through her luscious breasts and culminating in a fiery 
flicker of carnal lust in her marble-hard little nipples. Soon he was 
fucking in and out of her widely ovalled lips with smooth, even strokes as 
his tongue slid easily in and out of her burning hot cunt in a matching 
tempo. 

Surprisingly, his cock soon began to feel warm and nice inside of her mouth, 
and when it struck back hard at her throat, she started to graon with the 
exquisite pleasure of it. Meanwhile, her helplessly aroused pussy seemed to 
be scorched beyond repair by the heat of his tongue which licked and slaved 
at the silk-soft flesh, searching and probing with eager intensity until it 
once again found the lust-sensitive nipple of her clitoris. Another bolt of 
lightning-like passion curled through her straining loins then as his teeth 
fastened around the rigid little vaginal tit while his tongue tantalized the 
hotly trapped little miniature penis maddeningly. 

"Aaaarrruuugh," came another stifled cry from her lips locked so tightly 
around his passion-plunging cock and she could hear his own cries of 
impassioned pleasure mingling with her own in the still night air of the 
enormous bedroom. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his lust, the 
young husband's wife began to twist her hips upwards to meet every lunge of 
his passion-propelled tongue while he tantalizingly fucked it in and out of 
the hot slippery walls of her cock-hungry cunt. Meanwhile, her wide-open 
mouth continued to receive the powerful plunges of her husband's inwardly 
fucking cock with growing pleasure. 

God, how she wanted that beautiful cock of his fucking far up inside of her 
cunt! How long she had dreamed of this night and now she had only his 
spearing hot tongue to induce her to orgasm! It would never work . . . she 
could never be brought to that peak of glory by the imitation-cock now 
slithering aorund among the lust-moistened folds of her fiery vagina! The 
tremors wracking her naked body were incredible and her thighs closed 
tightly around his face to pull his maddening tongue farther up into the 
voraciously greedy depths of her smoldering cuntal canal. Her entire body 
begged to cum as her pelvis arched up against his chest, her firm, full 
breasts dancing lewdly upon her chest while his sperm-filled cock expanded a 
little more each time it fucked down into her hungrily devouring mouth, 
stretching and pulling against its own taut skin. 

Sally could tell that Bill was becoming more and more excited with each 
passion-passing moment, as she could feel the softness of his testicles 
swelling and filling with his hotly building semen as they slapped 
rhythmically down against her nose and forehead. Eagerly, she wrapped her 
lips around his hotly plunging hardness while her tongue teased lewd little 
cirlcles around its blunt, bulbous head. Bill thought he would go mad from 
the divine sensations of excitement tremoring through his entire body. His 
beautiful young wife may never before have taken a cock into her mouth, but 
by God she sure knew how to suck on it once it was there! She actually 
enjoyed the bittersweet taste of his hotly pulsing manhood! At last he had 
shattered both her defenses and her reluctance to raise her -- and, 
incidentally, himself -- to a whole new elevated plane of sexual pleasure! 
Those soft, full lips of hers created a buffering cushion each time he 
fucked in and out of the moist depths of her mouth. Yes, there seemed to be 
just the right amount of space inside for his deeply invading cock, unlike 
some of those girls on the road who just didn't seem to be able to take all 
of his fully hardened penis into their hungry mouths. 

"Oh God . . . yes," he moaned."Yes . . . suck it just like that . . . baby, 
you're wonderful . . . magnificent . . . oooohhhhh! Yes, just like that! 
Suck! Oh suck it, baby!" he panted heavily as the rigid pole of flesh 
thudded against the back of his redheaded young wife's feverishly working 
mouth. 

Meanwhile, Bill was basking in the sweet aroma of her dilating cunt which 
now contracted spasmodically around his lust-plunging tongue. He could feel 
her soft-fleshed cunt walls closing around it with a renewed greedy hunger 
as she ground her lust-lubricated cunt against his eagerly questing mouth 
with a fiery, fervent passion and he could hear her trying to moan around 
his cock whenever she felt the torrid tip of his tongue curling lasciviously 
down into the madly clasping opening of her wildly throbbing cunt. The young 
husband reveled in the feel of her warm soft cuntal folds, in the way the 
fluted edges of her cunt mouth nibbled greedily at the relentlessly dipping 
lingual organ as he rammed it headlong into the inwardly sucking little 
passage. 

Sally knew that her tongue-filled pussy was going to burst into a wildly 
cumming climax at any moment. It was there, right in front of her, ready to 
release her hotly burning passions in a spiraling tower of flames. It seemed 
to her as if her hands and fingers and feet and toes were stretching, 
reaching towards that glorious climax of all her fiery passions . . . she 
was nearly there . . . nearly there . . . precariously poised on the very 
brink . . . 

And then, like a sudden thunderstorm, it hit her with devastating fury. Her 
whole body seemed to be shaken like a curling whiplash, spasm after spasm of 
glorious pleasure rippling through her naked flesh as her cunt began to 
explode madly and contract wildly ; round her husband's rhythmically fucking 
tongje, eagerly sucking all of it deep up into the desperately convulsing 
well of her cunt. Her sensual red mouth closed even morre tightly around his 
passion-driven cock as it fucked relentlessly into her roundly ovaled mouth 
like it was another smooth, hairless little pussy. Her hands were clutched 
tightly around his slender masculine hips, her fingers digging almost 
painfully into his rapidly flexing ass-cheeks to pull his cock deeper into 
her throat, as her loins screamed upwards against his face in the furious 
release of her blissful, mind-blinding orgasm. 

It was in the midst of this shattering explosion of lust that Sally heard 
her husband cry out. "Aaarrruuuugh!" It was starting now for him as well. It 
was coming much more rapidly than he had expected, too, he thought, a 
burning, building pleasure from a sacred spot deep in his churning balls. 
His swinging testicles lurched heavily and smashed Sally's nose flat beneath 
them, releasing thier fiery sperm in a flame-devouring journey through his 
jerking, pumping cock. He started fucking harder into his wife's mouth with 
short, rapid strokes, mindful of the brave little gurgling sounds that she 
was making to take it down beyond her tonsils. All the impassioned young 
husband could hear was his own inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that 
shook his entire naked body, spinning him around and making him cry out with 
its acute explosive force. 

"Cuuuuuummmming! God, I'mmm cum-mming! Oooooooohhhhhh!" 

His hands grasped the soft flesh of her tremulous thighs, his fingers 
digging into the supple flesh of her tremulous thighs, his fingers digging 
into the supple flesh as she voluntarily forced her head and mouth upward to 
meet his stream of thickly flowing semen. His exploding cock soared back to 
the base of her throat as it continued to spurt out its hot white liquid in 
never-ending streams, filling her mouth completely with the erupting juices 
of his lust. He saw her cheeks billow and hollow as she madly gulped down 
the thick white pungency of his sperm, milking his ejaculating organ of the 
very last ounces of that precious, life-giving liquid, until it began to 
trickle down her chin in thin white rivulets of expended lust. 

Finally, as the last dregs of the startlingly acute rapture waned in his 
naked body and his rapidly deflating cock began to slide from Sally's slack, 
semen-glistening mouth, Bill rolled over to lie, panting heavily, beside his 
satiated wife. 

It had been a long time since they had enjoyed such excited and mutually 
fulfilling sex together, he mused. And, he realized, it was primarily his 
fault. Oh sure, there had been the occasional night when Sally didn't feel 
well or simply didn't desire his cock, but those were far fewer than the 
nights he came home thoroughly exhausted and fell immediately asleep before 
they had even talked about the day's events much less made passionate love 
with each other! He excused himself by saying silently that tours were 
trying and difficult experiences for a musical group, a twenty-four hour a 
day job which never seemed to end as they went from one place to another, 
performing perhaps as many as nine concerts in seven days. And when the 
group was home in Los Angeles, it wasn't much better. Rehearsals, 
recordings, television appearances, publicity functions . . . somehow, it 
never seemed to end. But it was all necessary to the group's success and so 
he had been willing to make the sacrifice. Well, he would think about all 
that tomorrow . . . suddenly, a heavy weight seemed to descend upon his 
body, closing his eyes almost against his will . . . 

Sally lay stunned next to her naked husband for a few moments. Never in her 
entire twenty-two years had she experienced such a devastating and 
completely fulfilling climax. She could still taste the warm, delicious 
strangeness of his semen on her tongue and in her throat and felt its drying 
strands upon her glistening chin. She felt dazed, warm, glowing with the 
after-pleasure of mind-shattering orgasm and she could still feel little 
tremors of rapture rippling through her naked body, teasing the moist 
nakedness of her flesh. 

At last, she had gotten what she wanted! She could forgive her handsome 
young husband anything now that he had satisfied her so utterly with that 
heavenly swirling, cunt-bursting tongue of his! She had never dreamed that 
oral sex could be so overwhelmingly pleasurable and she scolded herself, 
teasingly, for having resisted it before. All of her impatient frustration 
had been swept away magnificently and she felt a new and tenderly glowing 
love for the man who had delivered such sublime pleasure to her 
long-neglected young body. 

The ecstatic young wife turned to her husband, planting her luscious lips on 
the hairy flesh of his chest, her tongue flicking put to tease circles 
around his masculine little nipples. God, now she would make him fuck her 
tits off like his older brother had done to their fifteen year old maid that 
afternoon! 

But Bill had already fallen asleep . . . 

 Chapter Four 

Sally Laurel stood under the hot, needle-like jets of her shower, enjoying 
the warm massaging effect of the water on her silky smooth skin. Lazily, she 
let her soapy hands run along the sleek lines of her sumptious body, down 
her sides and over her flaring smooth hips, then down along her fleshy 
thighs and back up over the rounded smooth contours of her huge, 
voluptuously curved breasts. It was a lovely body, she thought, well formed 
and well care-for, and yet it seemed like a wasted garden to the young wife. 

It had been over a week now since that magnificant night of sexual discovery 
and dual oral gratification with her handsome young husband, Bill. Since 
then, he had come home every evening, exhausted from the day's work, enjoyed 
a nightcap with his wife and then he had immediately fallen asleep, often 
with apologies about his lack of enthusiasm for sexual performance. But his 
excuses and apologies didn't fill that burning ache in her neglected vagina, 
didn't satiate the feverish desire that boiled through her blood every time 
she saw his naked body approaching their bed. His charm and good-looks 
didn't serve to assuage that sexual excitement churning deep within her 
loins and she found herself beginning to resent him for his neglent of her 
physical needs. 

And today would be just like all of those wretched days which had preceeded 
it. Bill would be rehearsing all day with the band and probably wouldn't be 
home until later in the evening. In the meantime, she had an appointment 
with her private hairdresser, who would arrive at the house within half an 
hour. Afterwards, a reporter from a very prestigious rock magazine would 
arrive to interview her; although the reporter had wanted Bill to be present 
also, he had, in the end, settled for Mrs. Bill Laurel alone. And after that 
her dress designer was due to bring over some designs for her new dress, the 
one she was going to wear to that gala film premiere Saturday night . . . 
indeed, this was going to be a very full and busy day for the young rock 
singer's wife. Well, she mused, that's all fine. At least it will keep my 
mind off of my sexual problems. Knowing that there would doubtless be no 
love-making that night with her handsome young husband put Sally into a 
rather depressed mood even before she stepped out of the shower . . . 

/ must do something! I simply can't go on like this! 

The stunning twenty-two year old woman stood in front of her full-length 
mirror, admiring the trim, curved lines of her nakedly alluring body, 
wondering why it never seemed to appeal to her husband the way it obviously 
appealed to his brothers, their lecherous stares reminding her every day of 
their keen desire to strip her panties off and fuck her every way they knew 
how. She had just thrown her long robe over the nakedness of her flesh when 
the hairdresser knocked on her bedroom door. 

"Come in, Maggie," Sally called halfheartedly. She was not really looking 
forward to suffering through this damned interview alone 

. . . she never seemed to say the right things . . . nothing interesting 
ever seemed to come into her mind because she was always so nervous in front 
of the reporters . . . 

It was shortly before noon when Sally swept down the curving staircase and 
into the livingroom. Alice was scampering about, rearranging the flowers, 
fluffing the pillows of the couch, placing ashtrays here and there or 
cleaning them, opening the drapes so that just the right amount of light 
would flow into the sparkling room, and placing a comfortable chair by the 
couch where Sally would doubtless sit. Suddenly a wave of warm affection for 
her sister poured through Sally Laurel. Yes, asking Alice to come to help 
her had been a very wise idea and she was very glad to see a familiar, 
trustworthy face around the house. 

But the next face she saw did not please the young wife at all. Everytime 
she saw Blake now, she couldn't help but be reminded of that awful afternoon 
when she had discovered him in the cabana, naked and hard, fucking it to her 
young maid with a passionate abandon. She glanced now at his trouser-encased 
thighs and remembered instantly their naked muscular lines, how tightly 
those muscles had gripped themselves as his long, rigidly erected cock 
fucked up into the young maid's hungrily devouring pussy mouth. She could 
tell by the look on his face right now that he was thinking thoughts about 
fucking her sister Alice, which indeed he was. 

Blake hadn't noticed his sister-in-law's entrance, so fascinated was he by 
the subtle, sensual movements of her sister, Alice, as she worked in the 
livingroom. He regarded her form both with keen interest and delighted 
amusement, mentally undressing her to reveal the softly pliant skin of her 
breasts, the smoothly rounded contours of her lovely ass, the darkly curling 
fleece of her pubic mound protecting the tiny pink slit of her womanly 
allure. "Ummmm," he murmured to himself, confident that nobody could hear 
him, "What I wouldn't do to get those marvelous firm breasts between my 
fingers!" 

"Good morning, Blake,'' Sally said sharply, breaking his lewd thoughts away 
from Alice Rutledge like an axe halving a log with one clean blow. Turning, 
slightly startled, Blake smiled at his gorgeous sister-in-law with cunning 
and delight. "Good morning," he answered politely, while his mind ran back 
to the day he had seen her by the cabana, her fingers wet with lust-incited 
moisture slithering out of her bathing suit panties where they had just 
fingerfucked her tremulous cunt to orgasm. He still felt a gleeful little 
thrill at the memory of that event because he had always suspected that she 
possessed sexual appetities and desires second to none -- and now that 
suspicion was confirmed in spades! It had always been a pleasure to tease 
her, to whisper suggestive things jokingly in her ear and to then watch her 
face flush with embarrassment. He knew that she only blushed because he was 
striking too close to home . . . and now that suspicion, too, was confirmed. 
Here, he mused, is a creature of the most magnificant and burning sexual 
desires whose husband is obviously not filling that particular need in her. 
He couldn't imagine his own brother letting a gorgeous creature like Sally 
down in that department, but if his brother couldn't take care of her, he, 
Blake, certainly could! And one of these days, very, very soon, he promised 
himself, he would do just that! 

"How are you feeling this morning, my dear?" Blake whispered into his 
sister-in-law's ear. "Have a good night in bed last night? Or are you 
already aching for more?" 

He saw her face flush crimson but before she could answer him, the telephone 
rang. She immediately dashed away from him to answer it. 

"That was Bill," she said after hanging up. "He'll be here for dinner 
tonight, with the rest of the boys and a couple of big-wheels from the 
record company. Alice, could you see to it, please?" 

It was almost ten o'clock, but still the large group of people sat around 
the dining room table, smoking cigarettes and cigars, drinking the last of 
their coffee and cognac. Sally, like everyone else, had had a great deal to 
drink both before dinner and during the meal. Looking to the sideboard, she 
counted three empty bottles of liquor and nearly a dozen empty bottles of 
wine. No wonder her head was spinning dizzily in that close, smoke-filled 
room! The conversations seemed to buzz around her in incoherent jabbering 
and she wanted nothing more than to politely excuse herself and go up to 
bed. But she knew Bill would be disappointed, that he had purposely invited 
the record company executives to his house to be lavishly entertained and 
that his wife was considered part of the necessary decor. 

But it was difficult for the young wife to simply sit there, to listen to 
them all talking about contracts and concerts and recording dates and 
publicity affairs about which she understood nothing. She couldn't recall 
having said two words during the past hour, except to Blake, who sat on her 
right, after he had whispered a lewdly suggestive comment into her ear. She 
had told him to keep his obscene ideas to himself . . .and those were the 
last words she had spoken. Her sister Alice, she noticed, seemed enthralled 
by the whirling conversations flying round the table, fascinated by every 
last word. Vaguely, she wondered if there wasn't something wrong with her 
because she simply couldn't seem to find any interest at all in the 
exuberent promises and exalted hopes which she found both exaggerated and 
surrealistically unreal. 

Finally, she stood up on trembling legs, her head reeling from the alcohol 
and slouched over to where her handsome young husband sat at the head of the 
table and bent down to whisper in his ear. "Darling . . . I'm just going out 
for a little fresh air. I've had so much to drink and it's so stuffy in 
here. Don't worry -- I'm fine. I'll be back soon, ok?" 

"Sure, babe, go ahead," he whispered back absently, turning his head 
immediately to respond to something said by his brother Stan. 

Both Blake and Alice watched the voluptuous young wife as her rocking body 
slowly made its way out of the sliding glass doors and onto the deck out 
back. Only Blake could see her going to the end of the deck and walking down 
the steps. He and Alice exchanged a worried glance, but when Alice started 
to get up, Blake motioned her back. "I'll go -- make sure she's alright," he 
whispered across the table, pushing his chair back as he spoke. "You stay 
here and enjoy yourself." 

Blake Laurel found his sensuously attractive sister-in-law lying on the 
thick, soft grass near the swimming pool, just outside the puddle of light 
which poured down from an overhead spotlight. She lay on her back, her arms 
flailed out limply to either side, her legs spread slightly apart, her 
flowing pink dress skirt resting alluringly on her naked thighs, almost 
inviting him to slide it all the way up to look up between her legs at the 
delectable little cunt nestled soenticingly there between her lovely soft 
thighs. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed and her breathing came in 
ragged pants. 

"Just a little too much to drink, eh?" he asked quietly. 

The young redhead's eyes flickered open at the sound of his voice and her 
eyes gazed half drunkenly up at her brother-in-law who sat beside he on the 
grass, his lean torso supported by one arm as he leaned down so that his 
face was close to her ear. 

"Oh for God's sake, Blake! Can't you just leave me alone? If I wanted 
company I would have stayed inside." 

"Oh, but baby, I think you do want company . . .yes, I think that a 
particular kind of company is just what you want!" 

She looked at him with a mixture of dislike and distrust. He had, indeed, 
read her thoughts, could almost sense the aura of her sexual desire 
radiating from her silky flesh, but she couldn't let him know that she was 
indeed feeling much too much alone and neglected. But before she had time to 
think of an appropriate response to this intrusion into her privacy, he 
whispered words which seemed to shoot through her body like a strong wave of 
electricity. 

"You need someone to fuck you good . . . just like you needed someone that 
day when you saw me fucking Toni in the cabana! Well, I can do the same 
thing for you that I did for her, my dear young sister-in-law!" 

Sally stared at her brother-in-law, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. He had seen 
her finger-fucking herself! He had seen, after all, the way she had shoved 
her quivering fingers into her hotly wriggling cunt until she had made 
herself cum all over those plunging fingers! He had seen her in the most 
humiliating position and now she was completely compromised! Never, never 
could she look at him again without feeling a tremor of embarrassment and 
shame shaking through her voluptuous young body! 

"Yes, my dear, I saw you that afternoon. I saw the way your anxious little 
fingers were finger-fucking up inside of your wonderful sweet pussy, saw the 
way your lovely young body shook and quaked as you made yourself cum all 
over your hand! And it was magnificent, wasn't it?" he whispered hoarsely 
near her ear so that his hot breath bathed her face. 

"Stop it! Stop it! Damn you! Leave me alone! Please, go away and leave me 
alone!" 

"Shhhh," he hissed. "They'll hear you inside. And then they'll ask what all 
the fuss is about. We wouldn't want that, now would we, my dear? 

"Blake!" she said, careful to keep her voice as low as possible although it 
was difficult to restrain from shouting at the top of her lungs. She noticed 
a distinct tremor in her voice and tried to control it as she spoke. Please 
... go away ... I came out here to be alone ... to think ... to get away 
from all of you ... so please, go away and leave me in peace!" 

Blake knew women well enough to realize what his frustrated young 
sister-in-law must be going through. And he saw no reason not to take 
advantage of her present vulnerability. After all, if his brother wasn't 
enough man to fuck such a sensuously alive creature into happiness, how 
could he, Blake, be blamed for that? Still, Blake could try to make up for 
his brother's faults just a little, couldn't he? She needed a man . . . and 
he was certainly man enough to fulfill all her requirement and expectations! 

"You didn't come out here to be alone," he whispered again close to her ear 
with a sing-song lilt to his voice, an almost chanting cadence. "You came 
out here because you're a hot-cunted frustrated woman who wants to be fucked 
more desperately than she ever wanted anything in her life. You sat there, 
didn't you, staring at your husband all night -- don't deny it, I saw you. 
Staring at him, wanting him, watching each and every movement of his body 
all night and he hardly even looked back at you." 

Sally clapped her hands against her ears to shut out her brother-in-law's 
words. They were true words, he was right, but she simply couldn't stand to 
hear such an awful truth spoken so clearly and so undeniably. She could feel 
his speech piercing her with its damnable truth and, despite all her efforts 
to block out the sound of his rasping voice, she couldn't. 

"You sat there with your eyes glued to him all evening, wishing that you 
were alone with him, wanting desperately to have his naked cock fucking up 
into your pussy. It's been a long. time, hasn't it, since you felt the hot 
throbbing length of his cock buried in your pretty little 

I pussy? And you watched him, just sitting there, talking to everyone around 
the table, as if there was nothing wrong! And you couldn't keep your mind 
off his hard, thick cock and you remembered the way it would feel fucking up 
into the walls of your cock-hungry cunt!" 

His words burned into her ears like fire. Sally held her breath. How could 
he read her thoughts so plainly? How could he possibly know so well what was 
going on in her mind? Was it that obvious to everyone else as well? If so, 
then why wasn't it obvious to her husband? She could feel her body begin to 
twitch and instinctively pressed her creamy thighs together to stem the tide 
of lust that was already beginning to flow there and her head swam more 
dizzily than ever before as his lewd words of lust once again continued to 
scorch her consciousness. 

"What you really want is not to be left alone but to spread those fleshy 
young thighs and cunt of yours to a big hard cock, Sally. You want to see 
his passion glowing in a guy's eyes and to hear his breathing become more 
and more ragged as he moves in close to your naked little pussy lips." Blake 
paused for a moment, pleased that his obscene words were having the desired 
effect upon his wildly frustrated young sister-in-law. Her succulent breasts 
danced lewdly on her chest, their alabaster tops revealed over the low-cut 
neckline of her dress and he saw her pressing her smoothly rounded thighs 
closer together in a hopeless effort to stop the flames licking hotly at her 
cunt. 

"Admit it, Sally. What you need and want is a damned good fuck!" 

The sound of that lewd and obscene word shocked the trembling young redhead. 
But it also began to excite her in a very strange way as his words flowed 
like honey into her ears. 

"How long has it been, Sally," he continued, "since you felt Bill 
finger-fucking the slit of your cunt? How long has it been since his lips 
licked the smooth skin of your breasts and his tongue teased little circles 
around your naked nipples? Yes, my dear, all you want right now is to feel 
warm naked flesh on top of yours, a middle finger slithering into your 
neglected little pussy! You want to hear your own moans mingled with a guy's 
as your desires to cum mount together, higher and higher, more and more 
demanding, until you think you'll die if you don't cum around his cock 
soon!" 

"Stop it! Stop it!" she groaned, now oblivious to the others in the living 
room not too far away as a tantalizing tingle surged through her belly and 
worked its way slowly down to rapidly moistening little hole up between her 
tightly pressing thighs. A strange and unwanted arousal was slowly gaining 
hold of her better judgement as she felt her brother-in-law's thigh move 
next to hers. Things were slipping away inside of her, all of her 
self-contol melting before the onslaught of his cunt-moistening words and 
she suddenly felt weak and defenseless before his well-timed and truthful 
assault. 

"Stop it? No, that's not what you want. Quite the contrary," he teased, his 
voice still mesmerizing her with its almost lyrical tone. "Think of it, 
Sally. Think about a big hot cock fucking and filling you so completely that 
you have to scream from the beautiful ecstasy of it! Think of fingers 
tweaking and teasing at your throbbing nipples, tantalizing them until you 
have to cry out loud! Think of all the sensational sparks of lust that 
ignite your cunt as hands fondle and caress your tits while a cock-head, hot 
and heavy, probes at the mouth of your cunt up between your lovely long 
legs! Didn't it used to feel good? Didn't you used to want to die from the 
pleasure of being fucked by my brother? And isn't that scene the one you've 
been picturing in your mind all night as you saw him sitting and talking 
there at the head of the table, completely unaware of the burning, aching of 
your delectable little cunt?" 

"Please! Stop it, I said!" Sally was nearly hysterical by now. Too much to 
drink, she thought absently. He wouldn't be able to get my cunt so wet and 
hot like this . . . it's the liquor, it's not me ... 

The young wife's eyes were splayed wide open now in a mixture of wickedness 
and weird excitement. Now, for the first time, she felt the warmth of his 
fingers on her thighs, gently caressing the inflamed skin, moving slowly 
upward toward the soft, silken mound of her panties. The liquor had an oddly 
tranquilizing effect upon her because although she wanted to run away, 
although she knew that this situation was becoming more and more dangerous, 
she found that she had neither the will nor the energy to break away and she 
remained there on the soft coolness of the grass, helplessly aroused both by 
her brother-in-law's words and by the sensuous circles his hands were making 
on the soft flesh of her naked thighs. An odd quivering began deep between 
her tightly clenched young cunt lips as his words droned on and on into her 
ears in the dark silence of the night. 

"It isn't your fault, you know," he said soothingly. "You can't help your 
own sexual desires. It's a husband's job, after all, to fuck you happy. Bill 
ought to be fucking you every night and if he's not making you happy, you 
know, you have a right to find fulfillment elsewhere, you know. It just 
isn't fair that he can have his fun when he's on the road without you but 
you can't have your fun when you feel lonely and want to be fucked." 

The mention of her husband's infidelity didn't even begin to register on the 
loosely reclining young wife's mind. Instead, the lurid images of her 
husband's magnificent young cock in all its fully erected glory played on 
her mind to the exclusion of all else. God, how she needed him to fuck her! 
Yes, what Blake was saying was true, all of it, every single word of it! 
Every night she prayed that he would come home and lick her pussy the way he 
did the other night or fuck her with his cock . . . and so often she was so 
terribly disappointed. Her husband's mind was more on his music than on his 
neglected young wife . . . and if he wasn't going to fuck her to 
satisfaction, why shouldn't she find some other source of pleasure? If she 
didn't she would waste the whole of her lovely youth waiting for him . . . 
waiting for fulfillment . . . waiting for the glorious rapture she deserved 
every single night . . . waiting for the cunt-filling satisfaction she so 
desperately craved! 

Blake knew that he had driven his liquor-dazed sister-in-law to just the 
point he had been striving for. She was frustrated and she needed a man -- 
he would be that man and how much he would enjoy destroying all of her 
frustrations this night! His hand gave a sudden teasing little pinch against 
the soft flesh of her thigh that sent a rush of agonized pleasure shooting 
up the moist triangle of her curl-fringed pussy. Blake smiled as he heard a 
low moan slide up from her throat and she began to toss her head from side 
to side, opening and closing her eyes spasmotically. The young virile 
brother-in-law took full advantage of her frustrated and excited state by 
sliding his eager hand up beneath her dress to the soft roundness of his 
brother's wife's pussy mound where it lay protected only by the thin, 
see-through nylon material of her wetly flooded white panties. 

"Please, Blake . . . don't . . . stop she whimpered helplessly. 

"You mean 'don'tstop', my dear. Admit it -- you like the touch of my hand on 
your cunt, Sally," he responded, a lewd glimmer of victory lighting his 
eyes. He grinned as he felt her try to squirm away from the fiery feel of 
his fingers on the softly supple flesh of her still partly covered cunt, 
knowing all the while that she was no match in strength for him and knowing, 
too, that she wanted him to fuck her now just as badly as he had always 
wanted to fuck her hot little pussy hole. His eagerly probing hand cupped 
tighter into the split of her moistly seeping pussy and through her flimsy 
panties he began to steadily flick his middle finger upward, pushing the 
thin, diaphanous material up into the raging madness of her highly aroused 
cunt. 

"God . . . Blake . . . please don't ... I can't stand it ... don't do this 
to me, please!" she begged while the fires of lust consumed her hotly 
cringing cunt. 

"Sally . . . think about my hard cock . . . think about how good it's going 
to feel fucking up into your cunt . . . think about how you are going to go 
to sleep tonight a satisfied woman for a change!" Blake had one standing 
policy when it came to women: if they didn't want his advances and 
attentions, he wouldn't force them. It wasn't half as much fum unless the 
desire was mutually strong. 

His words echoed around in her liquor-clouded and lust-crazed mind and sent 
a chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing through her urgently demanding 
loins. She gasped half with pleasure and half with fear as the fingers of 
his hand pushed the thin, cunt-soaked nylon of her panties teasingly up into 
the hopelessly aroused slit of her hotly trembling vagina nestled so 
enticingly between her legs. Her mind didn't want his crude advances, but 
her body cried out for the pleasure and fulfillment she had been denied by 
her neglectful husband. Blake sehsed her impending surrender to the desire 
simmering within her loins and, feeling the slow, instinctive squirming 
wetness of her cunt mound up against the palm of his hand and fingers, 
brought his other hand to her breast, pressing expertly against the softly 
yielding flesh which felt like jello beneath his touch. Sally moaned 
delerious-ly and tried to pull herself away, summoning all of her will-power 
to fight the rapidly rising flood of passion scorching her helplessly 
aroused loins, flowing like a tidal wave into the pit of her stomach. But 
his body leaning over hers pinned her where she lay on the softness of the 
green grass and an electrifying shock ripped along the flesh of her smooth 
buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight elastic 
legband of her panties. 

"God . . . please . . . oh, please!" she moaned, squirming back against the 
softness of the gross, whimpering helplessly, as the fire-filled tip of his 
index finger found the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina and gently 
squirmed up into it. "Oooooooooooooooo!" she mewled as the teasingly 
searching finger parted the softly curling pubic hair and made sudden 
contact with the madly throbbing bud of her pinkly glistening clitoris. It 
was thoroughly soaked from the lust-summoned juices of her passion and she 
sucked her breath in spasmotically as a wave of fiery pleasure leapt through 
her loins and culminated in a flash of desire within her desire-hardened 
nipples. She tried to hold back the deep, growling groan at the back of her 
throat so as not to reveal the maddening intensity of her rampant desire to 
the brother-in-law who was fingering her naked cunt right there in her own 
backyard! No one in the house must know what was going on outside ... no one 
. . . she must keep silent and not cry out ... no one must discover that 
Bill Laurel's wife was being so effectively aroused to the heights of 
passion by his own older brother! 

She lay on the ground, now thoroughly overwhelmed by the wracking desires 
lurching through her body as Blake's hands tenderly played over the warm 
secret flesh up between her thighs, and tears of both joy and shame began to 
pour down her flushed cheeks. 

"Feels better than fingering yourself, doesn't it, Sally?" 

The young wife cringed at the reminder of her own erotic performance that 
day outside of the cabana. 

"You were really excited that afternoon, weren't you, my dear? It really 
turned you on to see me fucking your young maid on the lovely big double 
bed, admit it. You know, we could go in there now . . . we'd have it all to 
ourselves ... no one would see or hear us in there ..." 

"No!" Sally screamed. She wanted to fly away, but not into the cabana with 
Blake. Things were bad enough as it was, the fire flaming around deep up 
inside her wildly aroused cunt now completely beyond control. She could feel 
her legs spreading willingly wider to accommodate the probing exploration of 
his fingers and her pussy yearned for its erotic fulfillment right away! 
Before she could collect her thoughts any further, she felt his moist hot 
lips planted crushingly on hers, his tongue penetrating into her warm moist 
mouth with ease and eagerness as he stretched out the full length of his 
body on top of hers. 

Sally, impassioned beyond her wildest dreams, her head swimming in a pool of 
drunken desire, felt the hot hard poker of his thickened penis rising 
against her trembling white belly, and in spite of herself recalled its 
enormous, bloated hardness when she had watched it appearing and 
disappearing into the servant girl's hungrily devouring pussy that after 
noan in the cabana. His arms wrapped around her trembling body now, drawing 
her closer against him, his hips grinding down on hers just as his lips 
crushed hotly against hers while his tongue salaciously probed the moist 
depths of her wetly submitting mouth. 

Then, pulling her face away from his, she cried "God, Blake! Stop! We can't 
do this! We just can't!" But, despite her protestations, her-entire body 
lurched uncontrollably in his strong young arms as that thick cock pressed 
against her belly . . . that cock which could give her such a devine 
fulfillment, such blessed satisfaction! There was that cock, already bloated 
with desire, ready to fuck right out of her that wildly cumming release that 
her husband had not given her for over a week now in spite of her desperate 
need. She remembered the mind-dazzling satisfaction she had discovered the 
last time she had sucked her husband's cock and he had tongue-fucked her 
cunt . . . but that seemed like decades, centuries ago . . . and this cock, 
this big beautiful cock of his brother's, was right here, right now . . . 

"We can and we will," was his response with an authorative tone of command 
in his voice. "You know you want it as much as I do. And you know how good 
you're going to feel when it's all over." 

Sally laurel lay on the ground, his words permeating into the deepest 
recesses of her swirling mind, and closed her eyes as if that would shut out 
the truth of his words. Suddenly, she felt his heavy weight lifted from her 
body and a sudden confusion wracked her lust-tormented young body. Was he 
going to leave her? No! He couldn't leave her like this! Oh God, she was a 
fool to want him, to need him so desperately. But she simply couldn't help 
herself! She was young and vibrantly alive with a highly developed body and 
a highly developed sex-drive to go along with it! It was sometimes more than 
she could bear to have to control the power of her longing for Bill . . . 

Sally opened her eyes at last to discover the half-naked body of Blake 
Laurel hovering over her. His pants, she saw, were down around his knees. 
Her eyes focused with some difficulty down to where his erected cock stood 
out from beneath the lean tautness of his masculine belly. Lewdly, his 
fingers began to caress and stroke the hard jutting pole, drawing back the 
forskin over the blunt, bulbuous head and then slipping it forward again in 
a slow jacking-off movement. 

"Are you ready for this, Sally? Are you ready for more cock than you've ever 
known? Imagine how it's going to feel, Sally fucking up into your cunt where 
my fingers were just fucking into you! Imagine the pleasure your hot little 
pussy walls are going to feel, Sally -- " 

"Oh God, Blake!" she cried, unable to endure the lewdly hypnotizing effect 
of his words any longer. She tried to speak other words, but they remained 
choked near the back of her suddenly dry throat. Her eyes automatically spun 
to that spot where he was still stroking his hardened cock in front of her 
and, in spite of the fact that it was her own husband's brother, she 
couldn't help but hear his lewd, lust-provoking words again in her mind ..." 
. . . imagine how good it's going to feel . . . fucking up into your cunt . 
. . waves of pleasure ..." Yes, it would fill her, fill her cunt and fill 
her entire body with surges of glorious rapture as it rammed inot the 
welcoming moist channel of her cunt. She was amazed to see that Blake's cock 
was even larger than Bill's, which the young redhead considered enormous, 
but she wondered it its increased size would bring her increased pleasure. 
She had often been told that size and the degree of pleasure were not 
necessarily related. It was a man's technique and talent at love-making that 
really mattered. And in that respect, Bill was sensational, a considerate 
and tender lover who never failed to elicit the strongest and most 
devastating desires in her easily-aroused young body. But not lately, she 
mused somewhat bitterly. 

She wanted to tell her brother-in-law to pull his shorts and pants up, to 
forget this foolish nonsense. But she knew that she couldn't utter the words 
because they weren't true. He was right. She wanted him to fuck her now just 
as badly as he wanted to fuck her. They were going to lock cock and cunt 
together and that was exactly what the frustrated young wife wanted! For 
once in herTife she was not going to deny or cover-over the sweeping 
passions that flowed hotly through her love-starved vagina! 

"Slow and easy, Sally," he brother-in-law murmured, positioning himself 
between her suddenly voluntarily spreading legs, placing his hands on .her 
milky soft thighs to guide them even farther apart so that the whole pinkly 
glistening plane of her cuntal furrow was exposed to his lascivious gaze. 
"Slow and easy . . . first a little of this . . . and then a little of that 
... all the trimmings, my dear, all the trimmings . . . yes, you're going to 
feel devinely fulfilled my dear . . . yes, indeed ..." 

Tenderly, teasingly, Blake slid her skirt up around her waist and then 
hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties. With a loving tenderness 
and a lecerous smile on his lips, he pulled them down over the softness of 
her round full buttocks, which rose up off the ground voluntarily, and slid 
them down the long tapered columns of her legs until they lay abandoned on 
the ground. 

Sally felt a chilling shiver of cunt-flaring desire crash through her highly 
aroused young body as she felt the hot wetness of his lips suddenly on the 
smooth skin of her tremulous white belly. Her hands automatically reached 
down to grasp his curly hair and she squeezed tightly with her fingers as 
the electrifying bolts of pleasure shook her eager young body while his 
licking tongue darted out to strike at her navel. She felt a hotly burning 
fire ravaging her loins as that teasing tongue traveled slowly down along 
her creamy soft skin until it found the russet triangle of curling pussy 
fur. Spreading the soft hair with his thumbs. Blake flicked his moist and 
eager tongue inside the warm wet flowering slit of her incredibly aroused 
vagina and listened with pleasure to her whimpering moans of hotly growing 
passion. 

Smiling inwardly, the young brother-in-law felt her wetly seeping cunt jerk 
and jump against his face from the electrifying contact of his fire-filled 
tongue on the upright little nipple of her clitoris. Her entire body seemed 
to tremor with the intensity of her arousal and her legs spread willinly 
further and further apart to welcome his erotically exciting ministrations. 
Looking down, Sally tried to focus her lust-glazed eyes on her husband's 
brother so steadily crouched between her obscenely splayed thighs, a flicker 
of a smile flashing across his moist lips. 

"You like my tongue licking your cunt, I could tell," he teased in a husky 
voice as the moist, curling-fringed split of her naked pussy was presented 
to his hungrily devouring eyes. Beside him lay her torn, cunt-flooded 
panties, a vivid reminder of her complete capitulation to her desires and to 
his, the sight of which further enhanced his already vibrantly tingling 
arousal, sending a wave of newly aroused lust through his erect and 
throbbing penis. Slowly, tantaliz-ingly, he lowered his face once again 
between her legs. His hands were flat against the soft inner flesh of her 
thighs as his thumbs rested on the softly quivering, hair-framed lips of her 
cunt. With a slow outward movement, he drew the fluted pink lips of her 
seeping pussy apart, exposing the wetly glistening inner walls to his hotly 
feasting eyes. Then, in the flash of an instant, his face was buried again 
into her hotly trembling cuntal slit, and his long, slippery-hot tongue 
burrowed snake-like into the soft-walled depths of her feverishly burning 
vaginal hole. 

"Aaaaaarrrrruuuu! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhl Ooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" the 
tongue-impaled young wife moaned, lifting her head to watch with ognoized 
pleasure as Blake's curly head bobbed lewdly to and fro between her wildly 
quivering thighs. 

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oooooohhh!" she groaned, chanting the words in her 
delerium of rapture as her head flailed from side to side as her older 
brother-in-law's fire-filled tongue speared and licking in and out of the 
moistly dilating lips of her madly throbbing pussy. A dim voice in the back 
of her mind told her that this forbidden act was insanity itself but the 
sparks of pleasure igniting every fiber in her being denied that charge. 
Blake's hands moved up over the taut flatness of her white belly beneath her 
dress until they found the hardening nipples of her ripely succulent 
breasts. Still, his hot mouth and probing tongue worked and slipped against 
the wide-spread tightness of her burning, yearning cunt, his eyes remaining 
wide open so that he could watch with wicked victory the passions of lust 
contorting his beautiful sister-in-law's features as she continued to groan 
and moan beneath his slavishly swirling tongue-fucking with exquisite 
cunt-flaring delight. 

"Aaaaauuugh! Oooooohh! Eeeeuummm!" 

Sally lay somewhat stunned by the cascading passions pouring through her 
lust-fevered body, just as they had that night when her handsome husband 
Bill had set his fiery tongue to work on her hotly excited young pussy. She 
knew that she was now helplessly submerged within to the fervent demands of 
her own adulterous sexual appetites. And although she would have preferred 
this erotic submission with her husband, at the moment his image became 
blurred in her dazed young mind. She wasn't sure whether all of this was 
more her own fault or.his, but she suspected that if he had provided her 
with just a little more of his time and attention, she wouldn't be so 
vulnerably prey to the lewd desires of her older and devilishly cunning 
brother-in-law. Still, the thought that she ought to be true and faithful to 
Bill and not let his brother fuck her, plagued her conscience even while the 
flames of desire were relentlessly fueled by the cunt-lashing tongue of that 
very same brother. Suddenly, the young wife felt frightfully alone. 

Blake now divided his gaze between the moistly pink offering before his face 
and the lust-struggling features of his voluptuous young sister-in-law. He 
was watching for that magic moment when all other considerations, except the 
fiery passion in her loins, would be thoroughly swept aside. And that moment 
was about to occur. Her previous frustrations with her husband were just too 
powerful to be long buried and now was the glorious moment of their cumming. 
Before the night was over she would doubtless be crawling all over him, 
begging for the surging hardness of his cock to fuck deep up inside her 
moistly trembling pussy where his tongue was so slavishly working now. Yes, 
she was as hot-blooded a girl as he had always suspected she was and from 
now on they were going to enjoy a very special relationship, indeed! 

Encouraged by his own lewd thoughts, the blond-headed brother-in-law began 
to suck furiously at the smooth slippery inner walls of Sally's hotly 
grinding yong cunt. He knew of no woman who could resist the onslaught of 
his ravaging tongue for long, he thought, as he began to make rapid 
up-and-down motions with it, then flicked the pointed edge into the vacant 
well of Sally's now copiously seeping vagina. Then, with a low groan, he 
began to suck and pull on the soft, petal-like lips of her hotly responding 
cunt and when he heard her cry out above him, his cock lurched with new and 
vibrantly throbbing life. 

"Oh my God! Ooooohhh! Blake! Blake! Oh my God! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhh! Ooooooo 
oowwww!" 

Sally realized full well that what remnants of control remained within her 
tortured body were gone now. She clenched her teeth tightly together and 
fought the overpowering passions as best she could . . . but the struggle 
was in vain because those passions were filling a long-neglected aspect of 
her being and she couldn't in all honesty deny them. Her helplessly aroused 
body jerked spasmotically upward and her hands reached down to twist in his 
long, curly hair as a low, soulful moan crawled out of her throat and she 
began a slow, undulating rhythm in response to each cunt-splitting thrust of 
Blake's tongue up into her widespread cunt mouth. Forgotten were all 
considerations of her loving husband, Bill . . . forgotten were her lonely 
days and nights without him . . . forgotten were her own raging frustrations 
and ardent longings that plagued her nightly dreams ... all gone and 
forgotten as sharp sparks of blazing pleasure peirced through her wetly 
pulsing vaginal flesh where the heat of her desire seemed to consume her 
very soul. 

Blake, pleased and truimphant, realized that his conquest of her ripely 
provocative young body was now utterly complete. She was now the slave of 
her own rampant desire which he continued to fuel by tongueing harder and 
faster into the moistly quivering sheath of his sister-in-law's feverishly 
aroused vagina. Inhaling, he took in all the cock-hardening aroma of the 
desperately grinding cunt and a new bolt of pleasure shook his own loins and 
raced with fiery speed through his madly pulsing penis. He luxuriated in the 
feel of her soft and silky cuntal curls tickling the tip of his nose and the 
sides of his cheeks as his brother's wife ground her buttockds upward in a 
desperate, wildly rotating rhythm against his face. Now she was finally 
transported beyond herself and into that magnificant space of sexual arousal 
that knew no limits -- and he had done it all with his hotly flicking 
tongue! He smiled inwardly as he heard the grumbling, continuous wail that 
punctuated the stillness of the warm summer night. 

"Nnnnnneeee! Aaaarrrrrruuuuugghhhhhh! Ooooowwwweee! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! 
Uuuuurrrrgghhh! " 

Over and over again those lust-summoned sounds spilled from her open mouth 
as she slithered and ground her naked pussy hole furiously up against his 
cunt-soaked face as his tongue drove like a hot-tipped spear into her now 
spasming, wildly dilating cunt. Wave after wave of convulsive pleasure swept 
through her madly thrashing body as her devouring orgasm gripped her muscles 
and titillated every nerve-ending in her lust-crazed body. Her eyes rolled 
back in their sockets and she felt as if a powerful shock-wave held her body 
in a vice-like grip as she writhed and moaned in the agony of her wildy 
exquisite ecstasy! Her lips bared back over the even whiteness of her teeth 
and the lower part of her body strained to lift itself off the ground, to 
grind itself against the eagerly thrusting tongue of her cunt-licking 
brother-in-law. 

"Aaaaaoooowwww! Eeeeerrrruuugh!" she cried continuously as, below her wildly 
gyrating body, Blake sucked voraciously at the lust-tormented surface of 
Sally's wide-splayed loins. He, too, was caught up in the overwhelming power 
of her explosive climax, so much so that for one brief moment all of his 
energy and attention was focused on that gaping moist love-hole between her 
legs to the neglect of his own burning, churning balls, which ached 
furiously with the hotly pent-up cum that yearned to erupt deep into the 
softly clinging walls of her tightly clasping cunt. 

At last the tremors which so furiously shook her body began to subside and 
her legs fell outward, her head slouched to one side and her breathing began 
to take on a more even flow from her still open mouth. Blake decided to wait 
for a few minutes before renewing his assault, before finally assuaging the 
raging lust captured within his madly burning testicles and his 
blood-pressured cock. Just a few more moments and then his delectable young 
sister-in-law's hot little tongue-fucked cunt would be ready for more of 
anything he had to offer . . . 

Sally couldn't count the number of times she came. First, it was his fiery 
hot tongue licking hotly at her wildly exploding pussy . . . then it was his 
rigidly throbbing cock fucking and shooting out it's fiery liquid deep up in 
her belly . . . and after that she didn't remember anything, neither how 
many times he had fucked her ... how many times she had cum not in what 
position he had fucked her in as they writhed to one explosive climax after 
another. She lay now on the cool grass, completely satiated, thoroughly 
fulfilled, with an aching throb between her legs so fierce that she didn't 
know if she would be about to walk for a week! Her belly felt bloated and 
deliciously full from her brother-in-law's cum! 

Blake lay beside her, his breath still coming in uneven spurts as the 
after-glow of his last orgasm spread warmly through his naked body. 

Suddenly, Sally thought she heard something ... 

Her entire body tensed and she lifted her head, looking through the darkness 
of the night towards the house. But the spotlight shining down from the deck 
blinded her and she quickly turned her eyes away as her sensitive ears 
picked up that sound again. It was footsteps . . . footsteps on the deck . . 
. and now she heard a very slight, muffled coughing sound . . . 

Someone was out on the deck! 

The distraught young wife knew that both she and Blake lay in the dark, that 
nobody on the deck, even if they heard their impassioned moans, could 
possibly see them. Still, she wasted no time. Picking up her tattered 
panties and throwing her dress hastily on over her head, she dashed around 
to the side of the house and into the basement door. Like a thief, she snuck 
upstairs to her bedroom as quietly as a stalking cat. 

 Chapter Five 

Alice Rutledge sat at the enormous dining room table with her 
brother-in-law, Bill Laurel, and his guests until almost midnight. Her 
sister had disappeared outside nearly two hours before, closely followed by 
Blake Laurel. Neither of them had since returned and Alice was beginning to 
become worried. Unless they went in through the basement door, which she 
considered highly unlikely, they would .have to pass either through the 
dining room or the nearby living room on their way back into the hosue -- 
but they hadn't. So, they must still be outside. But what on earth could 
they be doing out there? Granted, Sally had looked a little the worse for 
drink when she had departed . . . and perhaps she wasn't feeling well . . . 
she could, of course, go into the small cabana room to lie down for a while 
. . . but in that case, what had become of Blake Laurel? Alice had hoped to 
have a few moments alone that evening with her sister's handsome 
brother-in-law, but things just hadn't worked out that way . . . tomorrow 
was always another day. 

Besides, the chestnut-haired young woman was thoroughly fascinated by her 
brother-in-law, Bill. It was the way he cocked his head when he talked 
earnestly to his brother Stan . . . and that little mischievous glimmer in 
his eyes when he spoke to the record company executives . . . and the way 
his fingers rapped an erratic rhythm on the table as he approached the 
climax to his remarks . . . yes, Sally was a very lucky girl to be the 
object of Bill Laurel's love and affection. It was a wonder to her older 
sister that Sally didn't seem to take more of an interest in Bill's affairs. 
Now, if she, Alice Rutledge, were Bill's wife, she would make more of an 
effort to share his life and his interests, that was for sure! 

As Bill was seeing the last of the guests to the door, Alice slipped outside 
onto the deck. The backyard was dark except for the bright beacons of the 
two brilliant spotlights and her sister was nowhere to be seen. Nor was 
Blake. 

Suddenly, the voluptuous young woman stopped dead in her tracks. The noises 
she heard were unmistakable -- she ought to know, she had uttered such 
sounds often enough in the early years of her marriage to Bob. They were the 
sounds of love, groaning and moaning and wetly slapping bodies reaching 
towards their ultimate and glorious orgasmic explosion! And she recognized 
those voices, both of them, instantly. Her blood seemed to freeze in her 
veins. Her heart began to race madly, thumping against her ripely mature 
breasts like a wild African drumbeat. Sally! Sally and Blake! Blake was 
fucking her younger sister, Bill's wife, half crazy right there in the 
backyard of their own home! 

Her first reaction was to turn away. But she found herself entranced by 
those salacious, wetly sluicing and slopping sounds of fucking, even though 
she could see nothing in the black darkness. Within moments she heard them 
wail together in the abandoned ecstasy of their mutual cumming and then 
there was silence. It was all over, except for the panting sounds of their 
ragged breathing. Alice took a few steps towards the railing, straining her 
ears with each inch she progressed closer to those wildly uninhibited sounds 
that had just dissolved into small, whimpering cries of delight. She felt a 
convulsive cough rising in her throat and a damp moistness down between her 
sensuously rounded thighs . . . 

Suddenly, she saw one of the figures dash through the illuminating beam of 
the spotlight and then she heard the basement door open and slam closed. It 
was Sally! Her own unfaithful sister! She had been out there and from her 
disheveled appearance in the brief instant that Alice saw her, the older 
sister knew that Sally had been nakedly getting fucked by Blake Laurel! God, 
how could she? Poor Bill! How could her own sister be so flagrantly 
unfaithful to such a handsome, devastatingly attractive husband right in her 
own backyard? 

Alice stepped back into the house, in through the sliding glass doors that 
opened into the living room, her knees trembling violently, her hands 
quaking, her mind dizzily spinning. She didn't even notice that Bill was 
standing by the bar, pouring himself a nightcap. 

"Say, what's the matter with you? You look like you've just seen a ghost," 
he said good-naturedly, a smile playing across his sensual lips. 

The sister-in-law whirled around started, her eyes opening wide at the sight 
of him. Her mouth fluttered open but for a few long moments no words 
emerged. How could she tell him what she had just discovered? His own wife 
getting fucked out of her skull by his own older brother? No, she resolved, 
it would kill him to know what had just happened. After all, maybe it was 
just a fluke accident. Sally had had quite a bit to drink ... it was an 
unforgivable transgression . . . but if she was so drunk that she didn't 
know what she was doing . . . 

"N-nothing," Alice managed to stammer at last. "Nothing." 

"Nothing? Christ, you're as white as a sheet. Come on, out with it, woman!" 
Bill said, coming towards her with two drinks in his hands. "Here, drink 
this. It will calm you down. Now, come over here on the couch next to me and 
tell me what frightened you, Alice." 

His tone had a note of authority which she couldn't disobey. Letting her 
voluptuous young full-breasted body slip down onto the couch next to her 
handsome young brother-in-law, she eagerly swallowed the drink he had 
offered her with trembling hands. 

"Nothing. I just . . . well, I thought I saw a burglar . . . but it was only 
the wind in one of the trees," she quickly lied so that he wouldn't ask her 
any more questions. 

"Is that all?" he smiled, draping one powerful arm around her shoulders to 
draw her near, to comfort her after the fright she had endured. Her face on 
his chest, she inhaled the pungent masculine aroma of him and immediately 
felt a lively tingling sensation sweep through her own long-neglected 
vaginal walls. She gulped for air as the excitement of being so close to the 
famous star, Bill Laurel, completely engulfed her; the object of her 
daydreams and secret desires was holding her to his breast; the man whose 
trust her wicked sister had just betrayed was stroking his hand along her 
long auburn hair and across her shoulders as she trembled against his virile 
body! 

Bill had been watching his sister-in-law all evening, especially after his 
wife had left the room. He hadn't noticed that his wife never returned; 
indeed, he assumed that she had gone upstairs but that he had been too 
engrossed in the conversation to notice her passing. No, his thoughts for 
the last couple of hours had been not on his wife but on the sensuously 
curved body of his delectable sister-in-law. She reminded him a great deal 
of Sally. Their eyes held the same secet promise and their bodies were 
sculpted along similar lines, although Sally was somewhat shorter and 
smaller than her older sister. But there was something about Alice that was 
different . . . an aura of sexuality that she exuded without even being 
aware of it ... a powerful, provocative allure that was completely natural 
oozed out of every pore of her body . . . 

Perhaps he had drunk too much. Undoubtedly, he had consumed more liquor and 
wine than was good for him. And perhaps if he had been a little more sober, 
he reflected much later, he wouldn't have felt so magnetically drawn to his 
enticingly feminine sister-in-law. But the fact remained that he was, at 
that moment in the semi-darkness of his own living room, irresistibly 
attracted to his wife's older sister and he was determined to do something 
about it. And as soon as he felt her trembling body next to his, he knew 
instinctively that she wanted the same thing he wanted! Already he could 
feel his lurching cock struggling against the tight confines of his pants . 
. . 

Alice felt his hot breath near her ear and it caused throughout her system a 
rush of exciting emotion that seemed to block out all thoughts and images 
except the passionate face of Bill Laurel. A strange, magnetic current was 
drawing her to this man and she was powerless in its intoxicating force. She 
tried to fight the rising floodtide of emotion within her erotically 
tingling loins . . . Sally was his wife and her sister ... no matter what 
Sally had done tonight, that was no excuse . . . this man was her sister's 
husband and she, Alice, had no right to ... 

But all of her arguments were dissolved by the pressure of his warm mouth on 
hers. Her sex-starved body responded immediately and she knew that she could 
not deny the joy surging through her hot blood, the joy that demanded the 
feel of his rigidly thorbbing penis buried to its hiltt in her 
cock-neglected cunt! She wanted him like she had never wanted a man before 
in her entire twenty-four years! It was a roaring wave inundating her mind 
and body, carrying her away in a whirlpool of desire! 

Bill kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time, his tongue 
lashing into the warm moist walls of her mouth like a serpent, pushing in a 
constant little imitation of fucking that he knew was setting fire to her 
tremulously limp body. Encountering no resistance, his hands began to slowly 
explore the hidden hills and valleys of her body. Before long he found the 
zipper and listened to her impassioned moans as he carefully slid it down, 
after which he slid her dress off of her shoulders so that it fell around 
her waist revealing her succulent bare breasts beneath. I was right! he 
thought triumphantly -- she wasn't wearing a bra tonight! Encouraged by her 
lack of protest, Bill ran his eager tongue down the dark cleft between those 
twin mounds of pale, glimmering flesh and felt her body squirming 
passionately in response to his oral exploration. Her body was now 
completely engulfed by the flaming desires which his tongue had fueled and 
she knew that there would be no satisfaction for her lust until she felt the 
hard urgency of his elongated, thick cock riding up towards the back of her 
eagerly waiting cunt! 

Slowly, easily, he slipped the dress over her long legs until it lay in a 
crumpled heap on the floor. Then, his fingers looped into the tight elastic 
waistband of her panties and slowly, seductively, he began to slide those 
over her willingly upraised hips and down until they lay on the floor with 
her discarded dress. Now she was completely naked, her luscious young body a 
feast to his lust-glazed eyes as he smiled appreciatively and murmured 
softly into her ear. Easing her nakedness up onto his lap, he let his hands 
slip around to brush over her nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her 
buttocks she felt the anxious pulsing of his rock-hard cock beneath his 
pants. 

At that moment, the helplessly aroused young sister-in-law wanted nothing 
more than to feel his naked flesh against hers. But the words stopped at the 
back of her throat, choked by the desire that swirled through her naked 
flesh as his hands continued their lust-arousing work along the silky skin 
of her bare breasts. Suddenly, as if in answer to her prayers, his hands 
were fumbling beneath her naked buttocks and then she heard the sound of his 
zipper. The next thing the astonishingly aroused woman knew, she felt the 
hot rubbery tip of his cock pressing between the soft moons of her buttocks. 

"Arruugh! Oooohhhh! Bill! Oh Bill!" she cried, unable to contain the ardor 
of her lust any longer. She felt herself being lifted up by his powerful 
hands around her slender waist and then his masively thick cock was rubbing 
salaciously against the moist throbbing lips of her pussy as he set her back 
down. He obviously wasn't going to get as naked as she was, but his 
love-starved sister-in-law didn't care, as long as that long hard pole of 
flesh found its way into the madly seeping cavern of her cock-begging cunt! 

"Oh, it's going to feel so good, isn't it, Alice?" he crooned, already 
thrusting the thickness of his virile hardness upward between the softly 
tickling hairs of her hotly quivering pussy, its warmth and eagerness 
seeming to penetrate there causing a wild flutter of excitement to crash 
through her anxiously welcoming cunt. 

"God . . . you're a tight - cunted little wench, aren't you?" he cried with 
obvious delight. He paused for a moment then and lifted her once more, 
letting her down after he had turned her around to face him. "Now, that's 
better," he smiled as the blood-red head of his cock once more found, the 
moist wet lips of her eagerly trembling cunt mouth. 

"Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah!" the delirious young sister-in-law chanted, unable 
to control the torment of fiery lust that captured her hungrily quaking cunt 
in its ferocious grip. With his hands still around her waist, Bill Laurel 
positioned his wife's sister so that his hard cock was poised in just the 
right spot to easily surge upwards into her tightly waiting little pussy. 

"Ready?" he teased and in response he heard her groan, a low grumbling moan 
of rampant desire that growled up from the back of her throat, as the blunt 
head of his anxiously pulsing penis pushed into the softly parting moist 
folds of her pussy flesh. "Ooooohhhh!" she cried while the thick shaft 
fucked upwards, worming into her now voraciously seeping wide-stretched 
vagina until it slipped up into the nakedly slippery walls of her wetly 
welcoming cunt. Bill paused then, and seemed to be trying to catch his 
breath. At last, holding his wife's sister still by her slenderly indented 
waist, he rammed her hips down hard onto his waiting loins, impaling her 
swiftly and completely upon his rigidly upthrust cock. 

Alice jerked convulsively as the hot hard length of it raced into her 
quivering belly. It filled every crevice of her cock-hungry cunt, 
penetrating her so deeply and so thoroughly that she felt as if she could 
hardly breathe. She had never felt anything so magnificently filling and 
fulfilling in all of her twenty-four years as fierce flashes of blazing 
passion burned deep into the very soul of her sensuality. 

"Oh my God!" she managed to cry out at last, summoning all her strength to 
utter those three short words. She had never dreamed of experiencing such an 
incredible rapture as the one which now enveloped her entire being as his 
turgid cock lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides 
with its radiant heat. She quivered nakedly upon his lap, her face close to 
his, her eyes locked open in astonished pleasure and then suddenly their 
lips were crushing down upon each other and their tongues were locked in 
mock battle, darting back and forth around each other in their lust-inspired 
quest for complete fulfillment. 

Then, suddenly, Bill flexed the head of his cock where it lay deeply 
entombed in the uppermost regions of his sister-in-law's precious precious 
pussy. That action brought a deep, soul-stiring groan from her lips . . . 
and then he flexed again, until her hot inner vaginal passage seemed to 
scorch his buried cock with its fiery desire. He began a slow, revolving 
motion now as their lips crushed together and their tongues interlocked and 
he ground his massively thickened cock up into her nakedly stretched out 
expanding the still tightly clasping walls of her well-stuffed pussy until 
it locked around his passion-powered cock like a heat-molded glove. 

Thrilling chills of devine pleasure raced up his excitedly quivering 
sister-in-law's spine as she felt him begin a slow, exotic rhythm, fucking 
his cock wetly up into her as, above him, her entire naked body twitched and 
writhed while his tongue darted like a fire-filled spear still into the 
cavern of her warmly moist mouth. Her breasts danced lewdly upon her chest 
as wave after wave of exquisite agony ripped through her naked flesh while 
her body writhed upon his with uncontrolled abandon. Her eyes clamped 
closed, as if to hold in all of the tormenting pleasure within her burning 
body, and her tongue lashed wildly into his mouth surrounded by low, 
grumbling moans of the most excruciating pleasure. 

Bill moved now into longer, smoother strokes that brought his blood-engorged 
cock almost all the way out of her clasping wet cunt and dragging her fluted 
pink vaginal lips along with it. Then he pulled down hard on her waist 
again, sending his rock-hard cock fucking back up between her thighs again, 
fucking those same moistly quivering lips back up inside her cunt with it, 
while her sensuously jiggling buttocks descended with a loud smacking noise 
upon his upper thighs. 

Mad with the ecstasy of her passion, Alice rotated her hips upon the fleshy 
impaling rod, her cunt walls squeezing and unsqueezing in time to the 
cadence of its rhythmic fucking up into her hotly creaming pussy. She felt 
as if not only their two bodies but their two spirits as well had magically 
melted together into one quivering mass of passion and her life woudl never 
be the same after this magnificantly exhilerating experience of being fucked 
to cumming by the famous Bill Laurel! She could feel the enormous explosion 
of her climax approaching, that devine release she had been straining for so 
vehemently, that all-consuming orgasm which she had not experienced in such 
a long, long time! 

Bill felt the tiny contracting muscles inside her soft-walled pussy begin to 
spasm inward against his cock and tried to hold back the cum in his balls as 
they nibbled hungrily at the lust-thickened shaft of his heavily invading 
hardness. The pinkly swollen lips between her soft, hair-lined slit pulled 
pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly down the full elongated 
length of his cockshaft as her soft pubic curls screwed tightly down against 
the base. He could feel her ever-stretching passage flowering open in greedy 
welcome to him as his upthrusting penis fucked again and again up into the 
deep dark regions of her belly, sending shock-wave after shock-wave of pure 
lust throughout her entire thrashing naked body. 

Her smoothly curved asscheeks gyrated wildly around now on top of his lap, 
her twirling moitons becoming faster and faster by the second, the erotic 
tempo of her downthrusts upon his deeply penetrating cock becoming more and 
more frantically urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip as the 
lust-juices of her feverishly milking pussy began to flow voraciously and 
wet sucking sounds rose up into the night stillness of the living room. 

"Nnnnnrrrruugh! Oooooohh! Ummmrghl Eeeooowww . . . rrrruuuuuggghh!" she 
cried continuously as Bill groaned, quickened his already rapid pace of 
fucking up into her cunt so that his erectly palpating cock bore up like a 
jackhammer into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent 
breasts heaved and danced and quivered madly upon her chest, the tiny pink 
nipples thrusting forward against her bronther's-in-law's soft cotton shirt. 
Her chanting echoed into his ears as the slipperily driving piston of his 
cock lunged again and again into the creamy flowing depths of her madly 
sucking cunt. 

"Ooooh! I'm cumming! cumming! ah! oh! Argh! oh! ough! argh! cumming! 
cummingl cumming!" she changed insanely in time to the rapid tempo of their 
passionate fucking. 

Her naked body began now to vibrate thoroughly out of control. Great warm 
rivers of orgasmic juices began to flow in a floodtide around Bill's 
pummeling cock, drowning his lust-impaling prick, and trickling down the 
soft quivering sides of her voluptuous thighs to spot his trousers. Bill 
felt his sister-in-law jerk spasmotically upward several times, and then 
grind down ferociously upon him as the lips of her climaxing cunt worked and 
sucked demonically at his bursting penis until he knew that he simply had to 
cum before it was too late. He could hear Alice's breath coming in short, 
desperate gasps as he pushed deep again into her convulsively clutching 
womb. 

And then it began. The steady stream of his own white hot cum poured into 
his wife's sister's still wildly clenching cunt, shooting from the burning, 
churning depths of his balls through his insanely jerking cock and out its 
tiny slit-head, tingling and scorching his long pole of flesh as it flew as 
if from the very soul of his being. He had lost all control of his body by 
then, his hips jerking madly upwards, his head rolling from side to side as 
she spurted out his thick creamy cum into the farthest regions of his 
sister-in-law's trembling belly. 

"Aarrrugh! Oooohhh! Uuummmmmm! uuuurrrghhhh!" Bill lurched upwards against 
her cushiony smooth buttocks. Their orgasmic juices mingled together and 
flowed as Alice slumped forward against her cushiony smooth buttocks. Their 
orgasmic juices mingled together and flowed as Alice slumped forward against 
Bill's seated form. She felt a sticky wet pool of joy and passion sloshing 
around deep up inside her cum-filled belly that felt more magnificant than 
she ever dreamed it could feel -- she had been fucked, and fucked royally, 
by her own sister's husband, the famous Bill Laurel! She had been 
panty-stripped, fucked and cum in almost beyond endurance by the famous rock 
singer's beautiful young cock whose exploits she had followed so faithfully 
in every newspaper and magazine she could find! This was the magic moment 
she had been destined to enjoy for all of her life and she would never, 
never forget it no matter what happened to her from now on! 

Her head rested now on his strong young shoulder. Her body felt limp but 
tremulous, as if the last shudders of her cumming were still rippling along 
the surface of her naked flesh. Suddenly, she felt Bill lifting her up and 
placing her naked body beside him on the softness of hte couch. As her 
tear-filled eyes began to focus, she saw her hands, as it a stranger's, 
reaching over to unbutton his shirt while he worked at his belt and pants. 
Smiling, she looked up at his handsome face and spoke with a tremoring 
voice. 

"I hope that was just for openers, Bill!" 

 Chapter Six 

It was two weeks after that memorable night when both Sally and Alice had 
discovered the true depths of their sexuality. But neither sister had really 
come to grips with that part of her personality yet. Sally had been tempted 
to talk about it with her husband; even though she had enjoyed being fucked 
and having her cunt licked out of her mind by his brother, she felt 
instinctively that he would understand. But he had been too busy or too 
tired . . . and then this tour had come up, throwing him into his work with 
an even more feverish intensity. In the end, she had decided that perhaps it 
would be better to discuss her confusion with another woman, one who would 
automatically be sympathetic, like her sister. But her dear Alice had been 
acting strange, curiously distant and aloof since that fateful night and 
gradually Sally had become convinced that it was her own sister who had 
inadvertently discovered her sexual transgression that night with Blake 
Laurel, and so she said not a word about it. 

Alice, for her part, remained as confused as her younger sister. She, too, 
had been fucked half to death by her sister's brother -- and enjoyed every 
single magnificent second of it. Sally, of course, didn't know a thing about 
it, unless Bill had told her, which Alice considered highly unlikely. Now 
the chestnut-haired older sister found herself dealing with both Sally and 
Bill in an entirely new light, more readily sensing their unhappiness 
together and being at the same time glad and sorry to know of their discord. 
It would be a gross betrayal for her to become intimately involved again 
with her sister's husband and, perhaps, someday, to marry him. And yet ... 
every nerve-ending in her body seemed to blaze with fire every time she saw 
him! What am I going to do? 

The week-long tour through the state had been an amazing success, even more 
so than Bill had expected. Every new town they visited seemed to be swarming 
with fans who poured night after night into the local theaters to hear The 
Family Enterprise perform their most popular songs. Bill had been surprised 
that both his wife and his sister-in-law had voluntarily agreed to come 
along. He knew how much Sally disliked these tours since she never had very 
much time alone with him and spent most of her time in hotel rooms waiting 
for him, receiving the reporters, making coffee and ordering sandwiches. He 
knew, too, that she loathed the constant flow of people, the constant 
pressure to solve all the last-minute problems that came up on the road, and 
so he couldn't understand why she had chosen to come along. Of course, with 
Alice to help her and keep her company, perhaps this trip would not be as 
hateful to her as the others had been. 

Still, the young musician didn't give very much thought to his wife. This 
short tour seemed to have had more than its share of problems and most of 
his time was occupied in trying to solve them before performance time. One 
day the amplifier had broken; another day the equipment didn't arrive until 
half an hour before show time; Stan and Ted had a violent argument and both 
threatened to quit the group right there on the spot. Blake Laurel, too, had 
his hands full accommodating the many reporters who wanted to interview 
various members of the group, plus arranging for appearances on local radio 
and television shows in order to help promote the concerts. Nevertheless, 
,he was acutely aware of Sally's presence and her frustration; he was also 
aware of the curious tension which existed now between the two voluptuously 
attractive sisters. 

Thankfully, Sally mused, this was the last night of the tour. Tomorrow they 
would pack their bags and go home. Hopefully, during the drive back, she 
would be able to persuade Bill to take at least a few days off once they 
reached Los Angeles. For one thing, he truly needed the rest after this 
grueling trip. And for another, she simply had to have some time alone with 
him. The aching yearning in her sensuously alive cunt was growing stronger 
and stronger by the day, sometimes even waking her up in the middle of the 
night! Once she awoke, horrified, to discover her probing hot fingers buried 
deep in her fervently churning cunt, pushing past the swollen moist lips and 
into the eagerly clenching soft-walled chamber while her hips ground around 
and around those invading digits. She had turned to her sleeping husband and 
tried to arouse him, but it was a hopeless task, and she had to go into the 
bathroom and take a tranquilizer before she could get back to sleep! 

Now the young wife stood in the wings during the last performance, her 
brother-in-law Blake on one side of her, her older sister Alice on the 
other. She felt Blake's hand teasingly tweak at the soft moons of her ass 
beneath her slacks and turned to glare disapprovingly at him but he didn't 
stop. Finally, disturbed at the growing, tingling sensation shooting through 
her cunt in response to his teasing and public manipulation of her 
ass-cheeks, she turned and moved away from him. She hoped Alice hadn't 
noticed . . . 

But Alice had noticed. She felt her sister move almost imperceptibly and, 
out of the corner of her eyes, saw Blake's daring fondling of her sister's 
ass. Alice snorted disapprovingly. Hadn't her sister been unfaithful enough 
already? Hadn't she blatantly made love to Blake that night by the swimming 
pool while her handsome young husband was busy with his guests? Probably, 
she thought, Sally and Blake had been sneaking off every day during this 
tour to continue their clandestine affair without the least shame or 
conscience while Bill was working hard, performing and rehearsing and making 
the money which would support both his brother and his wife! 

At last both women heard the final applause which signaled the end of the 
performance. The group had already gone back to perform two extra songs 
after a loud, foot-stomping, hand-clapping curtain call but now they would 
be finished for the night and finished with the tour. Sally knew that there 
was a large party scheduled at the home of a local radio personality for the 
group but she wasn't looking forward to it. Everyone would eat too much and 
drink too much. Blake would become overly arduous and attentive while Bill 
was surrounded by a bevy of young admirers and local impressarios, flattered 
by their attention and too busy to spend any time or attention on his wife. 
It would be very late before the party would break up, before Bill would 
come back to the hotel room and, more drunk than not, slouch to the bed and 
fall immediately asleep, in spite of the passionate craving of his 
voluptuous young wife for the thrilling, mind-blowing ecstasy of sexual 
union. 

Sally sighed deeply as the group filed off of the stage, stepping past her 
as if she were a prop or a piece of furniture, and going off to the dressing 
room to change into fresh, clean clothes. 

The young wife stood outside her husband's dressing room for nearly an hour, 
unable to bring herself to face the hordes of people filing in and out, 
wanting desperately to be alone with her loving husband, to feel his long 
hot hardness screaming up into the depths of her tremulously quivering 
belly. It had been weeks since they had slept together while the fire in her 
loins grew hotter and hotter just at the mere thought of his pulsing penis 
lunging into her warmly clasping cunt. 

As she stood there, she saw Blake Laurel enter and leave the dressing room 
several times. Each time he passed, he whispered some provocatively 
seductive comment into her ear or boldly swiped against one of her 
sensuously tingling breasts, further inflaming her already simmering loins. 
Sally smoked cigarette after cigarette, her hands trembling nervously, her 
knees beginning to quake beneath her. Finally, her dashing and popular young 
husband emerged. 

"So, there you are!" he exclaimed, wrapping one of his long, strong arms 
around her shoulder and guiding her slowly towards the exit. "You know Frank 
Long is throwing a party for us at his place. It's going to be some bash. He 
even told me that a big Hollywood producer is going to be there! How about 
that?" 

The sensuous young wife tried to summon some enthusiasm to match Bill's. But 
her words poured out in a monotone of undisguised disappointment. 

"Bill . . . that's great . . . really great . . . I. . . well, I -- " 

But before Sally could pour out her aching heart to Bill, they were 
enveloped by a crowd of people and swept along towards the exit and out 
towards the three waiting limousines. Somehow, she was separated from him 
and watched over the heads of several blonde teenage girls as he stepped 
quickly into the car to avoid having his clothes ripped from his body. 
Within seconds, the car had sped away, leaving the nearly weeping wife 
standing on the sidewalk, her head spinning dizzily, her churning loins 
burning feverishly between her legs, all of her hopes and expectations 
thoroughly crushed. 

Distraught and on the verge of tears, Sally Laurel made her way, fighting 
through crowds of people, back into the auditorium and into Bill's now empty 
dressing room. Slouching down onto the couch there, she buried her face in 
her hands and wept profusely, her entire body racked by the wrenching sobs 
that took control of her. Shaking, angry, she continued to cry out all of 
her frustrations, the sounds of her ' moaning sobs echoing in the stillness 
around her. She heard voices outside of the closed door, recognizing Blake's 
sonorous tones as he spoke eloquently to some newsmen, but she was too 
involved with her own sorrow to pay much attention to anything but the 
feverish yearning of her long-neglected womanhood. 

It could have been minutes later ... it could have been hours . . . 
suddenly, the distraught young wife heard the dressing room door open and 
slam closed. Hoping beyond hope that her husband had returned for her, Sally 
lifted her tear-stained face to the intruder, But it wasn't her husband, 
Bill. It was his brother, Blake. 

"Well, my dear, what's all this? I thought you would be happy that the tour 
is over, instead, here I find you drowning in your tears!" 

"Shut up! And get out! Leave me alone, damn you!" she shouted angrily. 

But her brother-in-law, in response, merely turned around and then Sally 
heard an ominous 'click' -- he had brazenly locked the door! 

Her anger subsided. All that Sally Laurel felt then was drained, lethargic, 
hopelessly wretched. She simply didn't care anymore. It was too much to 
fight against. Her sexual appetites coursed through her hot blood, racing 
like wildfire from the sizzling depths of her pussy and radiating out from 
there through her entire body. But her rampant desires would never be 
satisfied. Bill simply didn't care. Or he didn't care enough, which amounted 
to the same thing. Resigned now to her hopeless fate, to a life of 
disappointment and frustration, Sally Laurel fell back against the couch and 
stared vacantly at some vague point in space before her tear-filled eyes. 

"Still the same old problem, eh?" her brother-in-law teased, smiling 
lecherously as he advanced towards the slumped figure on the couch. 

Sally didn't even look at him but continued to stare into space with an 
empty expression on her beautiful young face. 

"Come now, Sally. Cheer up! You know you can get all the satisfaction you. 
want as long as Blake is around!" he laughed, sitting down beside her and 
taking one of her limp hands in his. 

Still, she remained silent, brooding, staring. 

Tentatively, Blake reached with one hand to unbutton her blouse. Hearing no 
protestations and feeling no resistance in her body, he continued his erotic 
work until her frilly white blouse had been slipped off of her shoulders. 
Bending his head, he planted wet, warm lips on one shoulder as his hand 
reached around her back to unfasten her lacy brassiere. Still she offered no 
resistance, uttering only hollow sighs. Within moments he had stripped all 
the clothing off of the upper half of her body, revealing the voluptuous 
hillocks of her ruby-crested breasts to his fascinated gaze. Yes, she was a 
tantalizing and provocatively beautiful woman, alright. Something must be 
really wrong with Bill if he wasn't turned on by such sensuous perfection! 

Slowly, teasingly, Blake let his lips glide over her smooth, satiny skin to 
the succulent mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts. Here his lips paused, 
hotly massaging the soft, supple mounds, and he felt a slight shiver 
rippling through her body then as his warm, moist lips gathered in all the 
luscious bounty of her heaving mounds, his fiery tongue tracing lewd circles 
around her tautly distending nipples. 

Her body jerked then and her head whipped around to look at the blond, curly 
head which seemed attached to her right breast. "Stop it! Stop it! God, why 
can't you leave me alone?" she cried, disturbed by the electric-like 
sensations of arousal that suddenly kindled a spark of life in her otherwise 
lifeless body. "Please, Blake! Go away! I don't want you to fuck me again! 
Do you hear me? / don't want you to fuck me again!" 

"Really?" he laughed, lifting his head from her breast, then lowering it 
again to renew his erotically stimulating work on those precious, 
rosy-capped mounds. 

A new shiver of lust ran through the young sister-in-law's half-naked body 
as his fire-filled tongue swiped and teased at the throbbing little buds of 
her nipples. Soon she felt his hands fumbling with her slacks but she was 
powerless to resist as she heard the rip of the zipper opening. And then his 
hands were at her softly rounded hips, lifting them, and a cool rush of; air 
brushed against her belly as the soft material slid down over her flaring 
hips, along the sensuous curves of her thighs and down the long, shapely 
columns of her legs. 

"God! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!" she cried helplessly. She 
knew now that she couldn't stop him from stripping her panties away and, 
making her completely naked -- and she didn't want to! Every cell of her 
body cried out, demanding those shattering sexual thrills which they had so 
long been denied. Every nerve-ending in her body had been ignited by the 
flaming touch of his tongue to her breast and she knew that there was no 
turning back now. As he stood her up in front of him, he hooked his thumbs 
into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and a new bolt of 
overpowering arousal shook her being as his fingers deftly slipped the nylon 
bikini panties along the same path that her trousers had followed until they 
lay around her ankles. Carefully, willingly, she stepped out of them so that 
now she stood totally naked and hopelessly excited in front of her 
triumphantly grinning older brother-in-law. 

Sally closed her eyes and could feel her naked form rocking precariously 
back and forth as she stood in her nakedness, her heart pounding madly in 
her chest so that her voluptuously full breasts jiggled and danced lewdly 
before Blake's appreciative gaze. Quickly, Blake tore his clothing from his 
body so that he was as naked as his captive sister-in-law whose ragged, 
panting breathing only served to excite him to even greater ardor. She had 
succumbed to the insane intensity of her desires with him once before and 
had been the wildest fuck of his life and he knew that she was just 
frustrated enough to do it again now. He often recalled that blissful 
evening, his wild and passionate tongue and cock-fucking of the beautiful 
wife of his younger brother, with sublime satisfaction, knowing that it was 
only a matter of time before her highly sensual nature demanded more of the 
same. Bill was a fool, a complete and utter fool, to waste such a 
brilliantly flowering garden of delights! 

Unable to resist the provocative nakedness of his perfectly proportioned 
sister-in-law, Blake reached forward for her, clasping her around the 
buttocks and pulling her hungrily gaping pussy to his face. With a hand on 
either softly trembling thighs, he pushed her legs apart and burrowed his 
anxious lips into the wet inner slit, growling passionately as he realized 
that his encounter promised to be one of the most inspiring and 
pleasure-packed experiences of his young life! 

Suddenly, her body jerked and began to bolt. Sally's willpower had abruptly 
returned, reminding her that this forbidden adventure with her own husband's 
brother could prove to be nothing but a disaster for all concerned. 

But Blake held her tight, throwing her down onto the floor where he could 
see her soft, curl-fringed cunt lips pop open as her legs split from the 
fall. She clawed at him with devilish fury, screaming "Stop! Stop! No, 
don't!" all the while, kicking her legs and biting at him with her even 
white teeth. But Blake was both too determined and too strong for her. His 
cock already stood impatiently erect from watching her cunt mouth open and 
close as he struggled intensified and he was not about to give up the 
satisfaction her nakedness and submission had promised. Holding her down on 
the thick carpet, he held her arms pinned at her sides as he knelt over her 
panting, breast-dancing figure. 

Satisfied that she was somewhat subdued after several long moments, Blake 
smiled teasingly down at the prone naked figure of Sally Laurel and moved 
one hand to- her quivering right breast. His hand enveloped that pliantly 
resilient mound and began to massage it slowly, enjoying its easy compliance 
to his erotic touch. "Now . . . that's better . . . much better ..." he 
whispered softly as his finger began to play around the rosy-hued crest of 
that succulent orb. "Yes . . . much better ..." he crooned as he pinched 
hard until that lust-button grew rigid beneath his fingers. 

Then, still smiling, he lowered his head, planting his warm moist lips on 
that luscious mound of her breast, letting his tongue move teasingly around 
its taut, throbbing nipples until he could feel tremors of rampant desire 
rippling through her naked flesh beneath him. Still she didn't protest. 
Blake then moved his other hand down along the flat plane of her white 
belly, pausing to let his fingers tease hotly around her puckered navel, 
then on downward, relentlessly sliding until his hand slipped up into the 
fully spread lips of her cunt. 

Sally's head began to flail from side to side, her eyes clenched tightly 
closed, as she lay stunned and electrified by the searing contact of his hot 
fingers within the nakedly spread flesh of her cunt. Half-heartedly, the 
young wife tried to resist the blinding flash of pure lust that sprang up 
unbidden within her, but it was an impossible task. The wheels had already 
been set in motion and she was beyond the point of no return. What followed 
seemed to Sally like a slow-motion dream, a cataclysmic sensation that was 
tearing her limb from limb. She became entirely a creature of her own 
passions, driven and compelled by it and hopelessly subject to its 
powerfully dominating force within her naked flesh. Her thighs and belly 
were consumed by a fire that was beyond her control and all the excitement 
she had been yearning for with her own husband, Bill, was now crashing 
through her helplessly aroused nakedness. 

Opening her eyes, Sally watched, mesmerized, as her older brother-in-law 
carefully guided his erectly throbbing cock directly towards the moistly 
quivering little hole nakedly exposed to him between her willingly splayed 
thighs, that spot in the crux of her being which so traitorously longed to 
be mindlessly fucked and fully penetrated by the hotly searing thickness of 
a mammoth, hard, pulsing male cock. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Oooooohhhhh! Oh God! Oh Blake! Eeeeeeerrrrruuuuugh!" she 
wailed piteously in agonized delight as she lay back, basking in the lurid 
sensations of erotic lust surging through her body as her brother-in-law 
plunged his enormously inflated prick deep up into her now eagerly waiting 
cunt. The rapture felt so exquisitely good that Sally couldn't move for 
several long moments, basking in that fulfilling glory she had been so long 
without. Yes, how long had it been since she had felt a man's hard cock 
clasped so tightly by her hungering young cunt walls . . . promising her 
that magnificent and ultimate fulfillment . . . wanting her . . . fucking 
into her . . . filling every last crevice of her eagerly welcoming pussy! 
Yes! she screamed silently to herself. Yes! Yes! Yes! How she needed it! How 
many nights had she laid awake dreaming of just this erotic sensation? 

Sally strained her body up against her brother-in-law's, growling low moans 
pouring from her open mouth, nakedly grinding upwards, upwards, upwards, 
wanting him still deeper inside her passionately burning cunt. 

"Oh God, Blake! Fuck me! Deeper! Harder! Pleeeeeze! Fuck me deeper! Way into 
me! Oooooooohhhh!" she wailed, clutching up at him and drawing him down 
tighter onto her loins and fully rounded breasts, pushing against his naked 
flesh as Blake grabbed the softly resilient cheeks of Sally's buttocks and 
fucked powerfully into her with his aching hardness, striking as far as he 
could into the gaping wetness of her willingly welcoming pussy slit. 

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me! Yeeeessss! Oooohhhhh! 
Ooowwwwrrruuugh!" Her cries came from the very depths of her 
sex-impoverished soul, spilling out from her throat of their own accord. 
Mindlessly aroused, blindly straining, all other thoughts and considerations 
no longer existed for the passion-driven young wife. All thoughts of Bill, 
of their marriage, of his neglect, of her churning frustration, all were 
smashed into a thousand tiny fragments by the madly fucking cock captured in 
the warmly clinging depths of her womb ... all the mad, rushing crowds of 
this tour ... all the blonde teenagers constantly flocking around her 
husband . . . that enormous, luxurious house echoing with emptiness ... all 
of those things now went up in smoke, destroyed by the magic of the passion 
brewing inside her cock-stuffed cunt! Sally splayed her legs wider now, as 
wide as she could to allow the thick, blood-pressured cock of her husband's 
older brother to smash and plunder ler aching, lust-fired cunt into a 
blissful and mindless state of exquisite ecstasy. 

"Oh yes! Oh, it's so good! Yes, wonderful! Don't stop! God, Blake, don't 
ever stop fucking me like that! 

Blinded and driven nearly out of her mind with the rapturous pleasure of her 
blazing passion," Sally received the brutal thrusting force of her 
brother-in-law into the madly seeping channel of her cunt, stretching out 
her legs still wider then locking them high up around his broad back. In and 
out he fucked madly, each lunge sending shivers of raw and unadulterated 
excitement through her naked flesh as his heavily burgeoning hardness 
reached the deepest regions of her hotly clasping cunt and she could feel 
each hard-driving inch of it as it raced madly towards its appointed destiny 
far up inside her belly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her fingers 
gripped convulsively around his back as his rhythmically pistoning rod 
jammed into her again and again, until she thought she would explode from 
the sheer delight of it. 

Blake, too, thought he had never lived through such a mind-blinding fucking. 
Every nerve in his body seemed to be inflamed with the fire of his lust as 
he felt his cock growing still thicker with each demonic plunge into her 
wetly simmering cunt. His pelvis thrashed and ground into her now of its own 
accord, his testicles slapping lewdly her softly supple ass-cheeks with 
every downward plunge of his naked body. He could feel the hot cum searing 
in his lust-bloated balls, churning madly and impetuously demanding an 
explosive release. But he held back. He wanted her to cum first. And then he 
would cum . . . but not into her cunt! 

"Aaaaaaaoooooosssssseeeeeeee! Ooooo owwwwwwuuuurrrggghhh!" she wailed mind 
lessl as her wildly abandoned orgasm began ti explode within her hotly 
straining loins Gyrating around his impaling rod of flesh grinding her hips 
feverishly against hi battering-ram, she felt those sharp, spirallini 
sensations spasm through her body, seeming to spin her in all directions at 
once, gripping all o her muscles in its convulsive vice. Like a tornado it 
swirled through her madly bucking, wildly thrashing cunt, followed by 
another and then still another explosive charge of lust as a floodtide of 
orgasmic juices poured like an overflowing river from her hotly steaming 
young pussy onto his still hotly pistoning cock flesh. 

Sally lay at last, a whimpering mass ofj spent flesh beneath her victorious 
brother-in-law. He knelt over her, panting triumphantly and smiling broadly. 

I've really done it now, he thought to himself. She has been wallowing in a 
pool of stagnant frustration and I've brought back a little life into her 
dying little cunt! She was an amazingly responsive and sexually vibrant 
creature, more woman than any he had ever known. He looked down at her pale, 
sweat-glistening face as she lay on the floor in a semi-swoon beneath his 
powerfully built frame. His cock still stood erect from his thatch of blond 
pubic hair, glistening wet with the rem- nants of her cunt juices from 
cumming, its bulbuous head crimson and throbbing with excitement. He had 
saved all of his precious cum for yet another spectacular sexual feat and 
the time was ripe now for it, before she had a chance to come to her senses. 

Alice Rutledge stood, wide-eyed with admiration, next to her handsome 
brother-in-law, Bill Laurel, as he spoke with animation and enthusiasm to 
the people crowded around him. A drink in one hand and a burning cigarette 
in the other, he seemed to be the supreme incarnation of both masculine 
grace and virile sexuality as his eyes glimmered and gleamed and his mouth 
broke into a broad smile at some remark just made which Alice didn't hear. 
He was even more handsome than his publicity photographs made him out to be 
and his body was like a citadel of strength to the older sister of his wife. 
She was content merely to gaze fondly at him, uttering not a word, watching 
with keen fascination each and every movement of his lean, lithe young body 
and his ruggedly attractive face. 

"Alice! There you are! I've been looking for you!" Her heart thumped madly 
against her chest. He had been looking for her! "Say, have you seen Sally 
anywhere? I've been looking for her for hours." 

Alice felt as if a ten-ton weight had just crashed down upon her. It was 
Sally, after all, that he wanted. 

"N-no. I haven't seen her at all," she responded bleakly. 

"Didn't she come over here with you?" 

"No! I thought she came with you!" 

Bill paused for a moment, pondering. As if struck by a sudden inspiration, 
he dashed to the telephone. Alice watched him as he dialed a number, spoke a 
few brief words, then, shaking his head, he hung up the telephone and came 
back to where she was standing. 

"She's not at the hotel. Look, Alice, would you do me a favor? Blake should 
still be back at the theater. Maybe he knows where Sally has gone. Would you 
mind running over there?" 

Blake! Indeed, Blake probably did know where Sally was! Doubtless, they were 
together, making mad and passionate love to each other behind Bill Laurel's 
back! The very idea of her sister's blatent infidelity sent shivers of 
disgust up Alice Rutledge's spine. With a slow wag of her head, she agreed 
to Bill's request. After all, it would be much better if she discovered the 
lurid scene of their passion than if Bill were to stumble upon it! 

"All right, Bill," she agreed, her head downcast, her eyes trying to avoid a 
direct confrontation with his. 

"O.k. now, Sally, I want you to kneel up," Blake commanded confidently but 
not harshly. 

"W-what?" the stunned young sister-in-law replied, understanding neither his 
words nor his intent. 

"I said, kneel up. We're going to try something entirely different now. 
You're going to love it, believe me. I know / am!" 

Sally slowly emerged from the entranced, misty state in which she had been 
suspended ever since the shattering experience of her last multiple orgasm. 
She felt as if she had been swept away on a light cloud of satiated pleasure 
which carried her far away, into the land of her dreams and out of the cruel 
reality which faced her. But now, drawn back to the world of naked truth by 
the jarring sound of his voice, she opened her eyes and stared vacantly at 
Blake Laurel's naked body and smiling face. Then, she clenched her eyes 
closed again, as if that would shut out the lurid memory of her sexual 
abandon so deliriously climaxed only a few moments before. 

Sally shook her head in confusion as a dizzying eddy of conflicting emotions 
battled against one another in her mind. She could not deny that she had 
been overwhelmed with satisfaction at the fucking she had just enjoyed. But 
she could still deny the propriety of it, convinced as she was that she 
truly loved her husband and wanted desperately to be faithful to him. Yet, 
she had enjoyed Blake's tantalizing caresses and driving fucking. Somehow, 
he had discovered a void in her and had then set about filling that lonely, 
empty space. She felt at once grateful to him and repelled by the sinfulness 
of the act she had just committed -- and enjoyed. She needed the 
lust-incited excitement which her brother-in-law provided and which her 
husband lately had not. And yet ... and yet ... she was Bill's wife, Blake's 
brother's wife, and she loved her husband more than anything on earth! 

Sally looked at her brother-in-law pleadingly. She needed time to think, to 
straighten out the whirlpool of conflicting emotions swirling through her 
mind. What was happening to her? Was she becoming a nymphomaniac? Was the 
sex drive stronger in her than her love for her husband? Would there never 
be any peace for her unless she had a thick, bloated cock sliding up between 
her wide-spread young legs? Or was what she felt simply the normal sex drive 
of a healthy young woman, too long neglected by her husband and, therefore, 
seeking other outlets for her raging passions? 

More immediately, should she succumb to her brother-in-law's lewd desires or 
should she flee from him, as fast and as far away as she could? 

Behind her, Blake Laurel peered down at her lovely, smoothly rounded 
buttocks, so invitingly naked before him, and decided firmly that he would 
have his way with her. In the end, he was sure, she would feel as complete 
and satisfied as he. "Come on, Sally," he commanded, "kneel and spread your 
legs to me." 

Sally Laurel obeyed, not quite sure that she should, and not quite sure that 
she shouldn't. 

Turning her head back towards her naked seducer, Sally saw his hard, 
upthrusting cock jutting nakedly out from his blond pubic forest, its 
heavily veined shaft-head pointing directly at the split between her 
unsuspecting buttock cheeks. At first, she thought that this was simply a 
new position, that he intended to slide his elongated, thickly pulsing 
instrument into the warmly nestling confines of her moistened cunt. But 
then, leaning over, he slowly and deliberately spread the cheeks of her 
softly rounded buttocks wider and wider, almost causing pain. Blake heard 
her moan and with a satisfied smile playing roguishly on his lips, he pushed 
his index finger forward into her pinkly puckered rectum. 

Sally gasped. What was he doing? Her long, tapered legs were spread so far 
apart that she could feel the pull of her tendons where her thighs joined 
the area of her well-satiated pussy. Suddenly, she felt a slight sensation 
of stretching in her rectum and she realized with great alarm that her 
brother-in-law was eagerly working one stiffened finger into the narrow 
virginal opening! His finger seemed thick, although not as thick as ... 

Oh my God! she cried silently to herself as the full realization that he was 
going to stick his cock up into her asshole struck her with a shattering 
force. She tried to wriggle away from his impaling finger as it began to 
turn in the deep, dark rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily inward 
and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt, jerking motions that 
shot shafts of weirdly strange sensation throughout her entire naked body. 

"Stop! Oh Blake! Stop it, I tell you! Nnnnnnnrrruuuugh!'' 

The sensation was devastating, concentrated in that never before explored 
passage between her splayed buttocks and radiating out from there until it 
crashed headlong into her spinning brain. No one had ever touched her back 
there before and it felt odd, abnormal and wretchedly immoral. 

"Please! Please! Oh Blake, stop it! I can't stand for you to fuck me there! 
Ooooohhhhh! Rrrrruuuuuggghhh!" she begged, sobbing hysterically. But her 
determined brother-in-law acted as if she hadn't uttered a sound. His finger 
was completely impaled in her tightly cringing anal passage now and he 
decided to try to work another finger in there beside the first. Placing the 
second stiff, thick digit to the entrance of her roundly stretched rectum, 
he let it worm its way into that tightly clenching passage beside the first, 
watching almost gleefully as Sally jiggled and squirmed, trying to escape 
from this unaccustomed invasion. He knew that sooner or later -- hopefully, 
sooner -- she would come to enjoy this new sexual act as much as he was 
already enjoying it. Pulling her satiny buttocks back, Blake held her fast 
in that lurid position that opened her reluctant rear passage so wide to his 
obscene intentions. 

"Relax . . . relax . . . believe me, this is going to make you feel better 
than you've ever felt in your life!" 

"God! Oh stop it! Can't you see ... I've never heard of this . . . you'll 
hurt me! Please!" 

Blake's voice acted like a soothing salve on her mind, although it did 
little to assuage the confusion of someone actually trying to fuck her back 
there. "Relax, Sally . . . just relax . . . it's going to feel better . . . 
soon everything will be sensational . . . but you've got to relax . . . you 
can't fight me, Sally . . . you know you can't . . . you know you need a man 
and his cock . . . you know you do ... so .just take it easy, Sally . . . 
nice and easy . . . everything is going to feel very good very soon . . . 
trust me, Sally . . . relax . . . take it easy ..." 

Tears ran down the young sister-in-law's cheeks, partly from the dull throb 
in her rectum and partly from the dizzy confusion in her mind. He hadn't 
given her enough time ... he hadn't let her think things through ... she 
hardly knew who she was anymore ... or where she was... or why. All she knew 
was that the strange stretching feeling back in her rectum was too much to 
bear and all she wanted were the loving, soothing arms of her husband, Bill, 
the cruel man's brother. Struggling to support herself on her elbows, she 
began to pitch forward, propelled by Blake's teasing fingers in her wide 
stretched rectum and she felt as if she would faint from the eddying swirl 
of emotions within her dazed mind. 

"Blake . . : Blake . . . don't . . . God, please stop . . . Blake ... I 
can't let you fuck me there . . . please ..." she stammered helplessly, 
wondering when this whole carnival-like episode would be over and she would 
wake up to the smile of her loving husband as if from a bad dream! 

Sally felt his hard, naked stomach pressing up against the naked moons of 
her buttocks, and the thick, warm shaft of his pulsing cock touching her 
back there and then his fingers were sliding out with a small, wet, popping 
sound from her widely stretched anal passage. A sudden wave of emotional 
relief poured through her body as the two thick fingers slid out of her and 
a long, low sigh escaped from between her slackly-parted lips. 

But her mental relief didn't last long. With a dread certainty of what was 
about to happen to her virginal asshole, the young wife felt the hardness of 
her brother-in-law's blunt-headed cock running up and down the thin moist 
slit that stretched from the softly fluted lips of her cock-satiated cunt to 
the base of her spine. Blake let his eager hands roam tantalizingly all over 
the silky-smooth flesh of her legs, her hips, her white belly, and 
everywhere that his hands touched her flaming flesh. Sally felt a lewd 
shudder of exciting sensations sweep through her. She whimpered softly, 
wondering how painful his thickly throbbing cock would feel at first in her 
hitherto uninvaded rear passage. 

Suddenly, a new wave of lust-incited sensation rocked her nakedly kneeling 
body as she felt her brother-in-law slip his fingers into the warm, 
hair-framed lips of her cunt nestled so enticingly between her fleshy 
thighs. Tremors of arousal crashed through her loins as the eagerly 
exploring fingers slid wetly upward into the thoroughly moistened slit of 
her still hotly throbbing pussy from the fucking it had just received. 

"Oh that feels so good," he murmured. "Feels good to you, too doesn't it, 
Sally? Well, it's gonna feel even better in a minute!" 

"Oh my God! Oh, Blake, please! Don't hurt me! Do it! But don't hurt me! Oh 
God, please!" she cried pitifully, but Blake's desire-stiffened cock rose, 
red-headed and threatening, against the tiny opening of her anus and he let 
its thickened girth spread the soft resilient cheeks of her silky buttocks 
wide to admit his entry into the sacred little sanctuary of her rectum. 
Slowly, Sally's brother-in-law began to rock and push against her, working 
easily forward all the time, again pulling her nakedly kneeling naked body 
back toward him so that eventually the glistening, rubbery tip of his 
anxiously quivering cock entered with a small popping sound into the tightly 
clenching elasticity of the young redhead's hotly resisting anal passage. 

"Ooooooh!" 

"Relax . . . relax . . . come on, baby . . . just take it easy ..." 

"Ooooooowwwwwwww!" Sally twisted her wretched body desperately, struggling 
in vain to get away from the huge fleshy hardness which invaded her rectum 
in the form of her brother-in-law's lust-hardened shaft. His long, thick 
cock was sinking deeper and deeper, further and further into the tight, 
darkly virginal passage of her widely stretching anus. The wrenching pain 
stabbed through her entire body and for a moment she thought she was going 
to faint from the excruciating intensity of it. 

It was like a wild dream to the impaled young wife. She felt her head 
spinning dizzily, her body racked with incredible sensations of what, she 
was not certain, her rectum the fulcrum of that sensation. She could feel 
her husband's older brother begin to moan out his impassioned lust behind 
her now as he warmed to his erotic task. The hot touch of his hands on her 
provocatively dangling breasts as he reached beneath her to touch them sent 
lewd shivers of desire through her to combat the confusion in her mind as he 
began to earnestly knead and caress the trembling naked flesh with a steady, 
swaying motion. 

"Ooooohhhhh! Uuuuuurrrggghhh! God . . . Blake . . . please ... do it slow 
and I'll take it all! ... please . . . Eeeeerrrrrrrruuu-uugh! 
Aaaaarrrrwwwww!" 

"Relax, I said . . . just take it easy . . . fuck your asshole back at me 
... fuck back . . . come on now, do as I say ... do it... fuck it back," he 
commanded sternly. He had never felt anything quite as exquisitely 
magnificent as Sally Laurel's tightly straining, rectum which squeezed so 
deliciously hard around his lunging cock, and a wide, lecherous grin spread 
across his passion-flushed face. 

"I can't fuck back yet! It's not all the way in!" she groaned bravely. 
"Oooooooohhhhh!" 

Sally gasped for breath as the thrusting pole of thickened flesh wormed its 
way deeper and deeper up into her virgin rectum. She was so enveloped in the 
newness of being fucked in the asshole and Blake was so enraptured by the 
scorching hot joy racing through his veins that neither of them heard the 
slight scraping sound outside the door. Someone was trying to turn the knob. 
But, of course, Blake had locked the door at the outset. Now the figure 
outside leaned against the door, pressing her ear tightly to it, straining 
to hear the whimpering sounds and lust-incited groans inside. 

Alice Rutledge's suspicions were now ignobly confirmed. Sally was in there 
with her brother-in-law and although Alice couldn't see what was happening, 
she could hear every sound as clearly as if she stood right next to them. 
Her face flushed as she heard Sally cry out but when she heard Blake's 
lascivious groans, a strange, tingling sensation began to tickle at her own 
long-neglected loins. 

And then she heard her unfaithful sister groan as Blake's loins smacked 
nakedly against the pale softness of her trembling, wide-held buttock 
cheeks. Alice heard Blake emit a sharp, piercing whine of passion and the 
tingling in her own loins became more intense. If only she could see what 
was happening in there! 

The sight which would have greeted her eyes would have astounded her. Sally 
had now begun to tentatively lurch backwards, rocking her hips towards the 
lust-stiffened impaling cock of her older brother-in-law. With a gratified 
groan, Blake began to fuck rhythmically deep into the softly yielding 
confines of Sally's cock impaled asshole. Gasping for air himself, he saw 
the end coming soon, and began to fuck and lunge rapidly up into the warmly 
clinging depths of her tightly clenching rear passage. Beneath him, he could 
feel her entire naked body quaking violently in her rising passion. 

Eagerly, he let his hands slip once more into the copper-tinged triangle of 
her hair-fringed cunt and he felt a shudder of what he knew was pleasure 
racing through her nakedness as her whole body lurched back at him. Yes, it 
was pleasure she was experiencing now if he was any judge of women. She was 
fucking back against him now in an entirely different way! And the sounds 
pouring from her throat were of a different caliber, too! She was beginning 
to enjoy being fucked in the ass, just as he promised she would! He could 
almost feel the flickers of flaming passion running through her body and 
magically into his! 

Frantically, the older brother-in-law began to slither deeper and deeper 
inside her tortured rectum tantalizingly, further than he thought it would 
ever be possible to go! His fingers eagerly plied the delicate curl-fringed 
lips of his sister-in-law's hotly seeping cunt, and he watched, mesmerized, 
as the reddish skin of her little rounded rectum drew back with his cock 
each time he withdrew. His balls ached madly and tingled lewdly as he 
smacked loudly up against Sally's buttocks and his cock felt like a thousand 
tiny flames were flickering there as his redheaded sister-in-law began to 
moan and whimper and undulate her nakedly smooth buttocks back pantingly 
against him. 

Smiling, he listened with pleasure to her impassioned cries. Alice listened, 
too, leaning against the door to support herself, feeling a tremendous 
pressure building in her own loins and racing hotly through her entire 
voluptuous body. 

"' Ooooooooohhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuu-mmmrnmmm! Yes, yes, yes!" Sally cried 
as the stimulation of Blake's fingers in her already passion-flooding pussy 
began to wring from her a crazy, swirling new sensation of raw pleasure that 
made her bare her teeth and wag her head from side to side insanely out of 
control. Her brother-in-law was ass-fucking her -- and she was really 
beginning to enjoy it! What a cruel, perverted, heartless creature she must 
be! But oh, what a beautiful one! 

The very thought of the lewd sight they made fucking there on the softly 
carpeted floor of the dressing room sent a new burst of fiery pleasure 
through Sally's nakedly trembling young body. She had tried to fight against 
the demands of her own nature, against the overpowering sexual drive that 
she knew she could never inhibit again! Each new thrust of her 
brother-in-law's passion-pistoning cock brought new waves of excitement to 
her lust-racked body; as it shoved almost brutally forward, she would squirm 
wantonly back onto it to soak up every last flash of pleasure it could 
produce within her! 

"Oooohhh! Oooohhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhl Uuuuuummmmmm!" Sally moaned almost 
continuously now as her older sister listened intently on the other side of 
the door. The wanton abandon of their lust was crystal-clear to her even 
though she could see nothing of their lewd and obscene actions. Oh poor 
Bill, she cried silently as she let her body fall against the door. 
Whimpering softly, fighting against her own tingling desire that invaded her 
own rapidly moistening pussy, she felt the tears running like a river down 
her cheeks as she imagined the sight of their two naked bodies entwined 
together while his long hot hardness speared into the hungrily devouring 
little cunt mouth up between Sally's wide-splayed thighs! 

Oh poor Bill! What had he ever done to deserve such a wicked wife and such 
an ungrateful, cruelly heartless brother? 

Inside, beyond Alice's vision, Blake pulled Sally back, far and hard back 
onto his passion-plunging prick, now swollen beyond anything he had ever 
experienced before. He would cum any minute now, his hot, white cum racing 
like a raging river from his balls and into her tightly clenching rectum in 
a never-ending stream of molten desires. 

"Ooooorrruuugh! Aaaaaahhhhhl" she cried and then her ceaseless cries became 
mingled with his. 

"Oh, I'm gonna cum! Gonna Cum! Gonna explode right into that tight little 
ass of yours! Oh, baby! Gonna cum . . . fuck back . . . gonna cum . . . fuck 
back ..." 

Alice Rutledge couldn't stand anymore. Tears streaming down her lovely face, 
she ran on trembling legs away from this heartless debauchery and into the 
dark, deserted street in back of the theater. 

"... gonna cum . . . oh, baby, here it comes . . . here it comes ..." 

Beneath his back-breaking thrusts, Sally felt the first splashing torrents 
of her brother-in-law's hot-white semen crashing into her heretofore 
untouched anal walls, its hot, creamy warmth surging through her nakedly 
trembling body like a volcanic eruption. It was a thoroughly new sensation 
and it was just powerful enough to trigger her own impending orgasm, so that 
the hot juices of their lust gushed from their madly thrashing bodies at 
exactly the same time. 

"Ooooohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Uuuuuu-uuhhhhhh!" The hot, thickly overflowing sperm 
ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly 
quivering pussy where it met with the hotly flowing juices of her own 
shattering, convulsing climax and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down 
her inner thighs and onto the soft pile carpet beneath their nakedly 
straining, spasming bodies. 

At last, the lust-exhausted young wife fell forward, away from the now limp 
penis and naked loins of her brother-in-law. A warm after-glow of triumph 
radiated through her entire being as she lay panting on the floor before 
him. 

"Well," Blake said, smiling down at his sweat-glistening sister-in-law with 
undisguised pleasure and raw lechery, "what do you suggest we do for a 
follow-up act?" 

 Chapter Seven 

When she thought about it later, Alice Rutledge wasn't sure how she found a 
taxi outside of the theatre nor did she remember telling the driver where to 
take her. Her hands trembled violently as she sunk back against the soft 
vinyl seat, her mind spinning dizzily, a thousand butterflies flittering 
around through her tremulous stomach. The scene which she had just overheard 
in her brother-in-law's dressing room made her wince with agony but also 
with a fearful, tingling-like sensation that rose up in her cunt and speared 
along her voluptuous quaking breasts. 

Alice took a deep sigh to steady her nerves. 

What should she do now? 

Should she finally tell Bill what she had witnessed that other night in his 
own backyard and what she had just overheard in his dressing room? Should 
she betray her own sister by revealing her infidelity to her handsome, rock 
singer husband? What would Bill Laurel do if he discovered that his own 
older and trusted brother had wickedly seduced Sally Laurel and that they 
were both of them, at this very minute, indulging in a sexual orgy right 
back there in his dressing room? 

Alice imagined their two naked bodies together, glistening withe sweat, 
entwined in the most lewd and obscene positions as Blake's mammoth, 
thickened cock stormed into Sally's virginal rectum -- for that was surely 
what was happening in that dressing room if Alice was any judge. The words 
and sighs and moans she had heard were unmistakable. Blake was probably 
coming at Alice's younger sister from behind, pulling apart the sensuous 
moons of her silky-smooth ass to invade that tightly clasping pink aperture 
between them. Alice shuddered. An electrifying bolt of excitement ripped 
through her own loins as that lurid image became implanted in her reeling 
brain. 

Yes, she would have to tell Bill. There was no other way. It would be cruel 
to let the handsome young husband go on thinking of his wife as a 
plaster-cast saint when in fact, Sally Laurel acted like a common whore with 
his own brother! Her lips and fingers trembling, Alice lit a cigarette then 
snuffed it out quickly when she realized that the taxi had at last arrived 
at her destination. Now she would have to go in there, face Bill Laurel, 
look him square in the eye and describe to him the cruel deception of his 
wife and brother as they made mad and passionate love together in the 
theatre dressing room. It wouldn't be an easy task, but she had to do it... 
had to do it ... no choice ... it wasn't fair to Bill to keep the truth from 
him any longer . . . even if Sally was her own sister . . . 

Alice Rutledge walked into the crowded, smoke-filled party once again, this 
time with violently quaking knees. Immediately, her eyes roamed through the 
crowd to find Bill Laurel, her sister's husband, who was at this very moment 
being cruelly betrayed by his own wife and brother. Her eyes blurred by 
tears, the voluptuous young woman walked as if entranced through the dense 
crowd of guests, seeing little, hearing less, searching, searching for the 
ruggedly handsome face of Bill Laurel. 

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around. She was 
shocked to find herself facing Stan and Ted Laurel, Bill's brothers. Both 
simled radiantly, obviously having had too much to drink already, and Stan's 
hand reached around to playfully fondle one of the dress-sheathed curving 
spheres of her ass. 

"Stop it!" she snapped. "What do you want?" 

"Take it easy, Alice. Take it easy," Stan laughed. "What's the matter with 
you anyway? Relax. Have a good time. That's what a party is for, you know." 

"Leave me alone," she cried, trying to wrench herself free from his grasp as 
Ted stood by, a roguish smile playing on his sensuous lips. 

"OK, OK. Just wanted to ask you wheteher you know where Blake is," Ted 
sighed, looking at his brother in perplexity. 

"Blake!" the sensuously curved young woman cried. "Yes, I know where he is. 
Back at the theatre. But where is Bill?" 

Ted and Stan exchanged a knowing glance. Blake being Blake, he had probably 
found some young blond teenage fan of theirs back at the theatre and was 
having a sort of party of his own with her! And why should they miss out on 
the fun? Quickly, the two brothers put their drinks down and, as they turned 
to leave, turned back to Alice for a brief moment. 

"Bill? Oh, he's locked away in the study with some big Hollywood producer. I 
wouldn't disturb him if I were you," Ted volunteered. "He'll be out in a 
while. Relax and have yourself a nice drink in the meantime." 

Alice watched, dumbfounded, as the two brothers snaked their way through the 
crowd and out the front door of the house. Now where could they be going? 
Well, no matter. She would have a drink! God, she could really use one to 
pluck up her strength and to stop that terrible trembling between her 
rounded young thighs. Maybe a good stiff drink -- or even two -- would give 
her enough courage to talk to Bill when he emerged from that meeting . . . 

Ted and Stan opened the dressing room door with their key and walked in, 
unannounced. There on the floor they saw the two naked bodies of their 
brother Blake and their brother Bill's wife, Sally, both of them panting and 
sighing. For one brief moment, the two brothers froze. They had expected to 
find Blake nakedly romping with some girl -- but that hadn't expected that 
girl to be Sally Laurel! 

Each brother shot the other a meaningful, smiling glance. Then, while Sally 
screamed, they rapidly tore the clothing from their well-built young bodies 
until they were as naked as Sally and Blake. 

"Ted! Stan! Oh my God! W-what . . . h-how . . . oh, please, go away! W-what 
are you doing? N-no No! Oh my God!" the young wife cried, trying futily to 
cover her nakedness with her arms and hands as she watched the clothing 
being torn from her two brothers-in-law's bodies. When first she saw their 
naked flesh, she closed her eyes tightly, as if to block out that evil 
sight, but it was no use. She could hear them laughing, hear their zippers 
coming down, and worst of all, Blake was laughing, too! 

"Well, I suppose you boys have come for a little fun!" 

"Absolutely," Ted chimed. 

Oh God! Sally groaned silently to herself. How she had ever gotten herself 
into such a compromising position! It was wrong and wicked enough to make 
love to your husband's brother -- but to three of his brothers? A shiver of 
dread ran up the length of her spine as she realized that she was in no 
position to protest in the least. They would do what they wanted with her 
and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it! She was hopelessly 
compromised now and she would be compelled to do whatever they asked, 
whether she wanted to or not. 

Oh God! Oh Bill, it's you I really want! It's you, my darling husband, that 
I need and love above all others! 

A jolt of excitement rippled through Sally's naked body as she felt hands 
roaming over the smooth skin of her sides and up to the quivering mounds of 
her bountiful breasts, the soft, sensitive tips of her nipples being teased 
and tweaked into vibrantly throbbing life by the strange set of hands. 
Opening her eyes, she saw Ted and Stan both bending over her prone form, 
their eyes glistening with lust, lecherous smiles playing on their lips. It 
was Stan whose hands were now busy exploring her naked flesh while Ted and 
Blake watched with undisguised delight. 

Looking from one to the other of her husband's brothers, the helpless young 
wife cried, "Please! Oh God, not all of you ... at once! You can't do this 
to me ... not all of you ... at the same time!" 

"Don't worry, Sally," Ted smiled. "We're experts at this. Believe me, in the 
end, you're going to be crying for more!" 

A new chill of dread ran up the helpless young wife's spine as she watched 
their lust-clouded eyes wandering over the silky contours of her nakedly 
voluptuous body, eagerly drinking in every small detail of its voluptuous 
form. Suddenly, she felt herself being turned over onto her flat white belly 
and Stan poised in front of her, his strong hands on her shoulders as she 
felt the heavy fleshiness of Ted's cock insinuating itself into the softly 
yielding crease of her buttocks while his hands massaged those twin full 
moons eagerly. 

"Ummm . . . you've got a beautiful body, Sally, really beautiful," Ted 
murmured from behind, his hands moving up to clutch hungrily at her sensuous 
breasts, kneading that flesh almost harshly and tweaking the nipple into 
hardness between his fingers. "Yes . . . truly beautiful . . . ummmmm!" 

"Oh please! Please! leave me alone ..." the young wife begged, but to no 
avail as she suddenly felt hands all over her naked flesh, caressing, 
exploring, fondling every part of her trembling young body. Blake's middle 
finger found her warm, open cunt from behind and played with its fleshy 
folds, teasing her rigidly throbbing clitoris, then thrusting wetly up into 
her softly yielding vagina. Hands were all over her now, but none were as 
lascivious as Ted's, who forced her tighter down onto the thick carpet on 
her stomach, spread the soft, cushiony cheeks of her buttocks apart and 
began to taunt her tightly puckered anus. 

Not that again! the young wife screamed silently! God, it was painful enough 
before . .. pleasurable, too, in the end, but will Ted be as gentle as Blake 
was? Anyway, I'm all slippery and stretched in there now from his fucking 
and cramming it in, so maybe it won't even hurt at first. 

Quivering now in slight apprehension, Sally felt his hands opening the soft, 
trembling cheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even wider. She tried to clench 
the ivory-smooth speheres and hold them together, but it was useless. She 
felt lewdly naked and vulnerably unprotected beneath their lust-filled eyes, 
and as Ted pressured those rounded orbs further apart she could feel a rush 
of cool air brush over the tightly clenched mouth of her rectum. Tears 
suddenly began to cascade down her flushed cheeks as she thought of her 
husband, Bill Laurel, and how cruelly he was now being betrayed not only by 
her but by his own brothers! 

Then, the squirming young wife felt a sharp, abrupt pain as Ted wormed one 
finger up to the first knuckle joint into her clasping rectal opening. Her 
anal passage gripped defensively at this uninvited invasion, but she was 
powerless to stop it. Resigned to her fate now, all she could hope for was 
some degree of compassion from the three men who were about to do their 
erotic work on her. 

"Please . . . please be gentle . . . gentle . . . please ..." she cried 
helplessly as Ted thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to 
the palm of his hand. Soon he began to slide in and out of that stretched 
rear passage, expanding the warm velvety passage in preparation for the 
greater entry that was to follow. 

"Oh, we'll be good to you," Ted murmured as he lodged his legs between hers, 
holding them wide apart to expose the full plane of her naked loins to him. 
Sally turned her head to the side and discovered, much to her own 
astonishment, that she could see this entire obscene scene reflected in the 
dressing room mirror! She couldn't help but gaze wide-eyed at the mirror 
when she saw Ted pull the heavy foreskin of his uncircumsized penis back, 
reveling the crimson-blunt head, then point it directly at the tiny puckered 
hole of her rectum he had already prepared for this entry with his worming 
finger! 

His hands were still playrng at the full rounded orbs of her breasts, 
tweaking and teasing the nipples until jolts of electric excitement began to 
pulse through her naked flesh. These sensations were only multiplied now as 
she recalled the devine orgasm Blake had caused by sodomizing her . . . oh, 
if only Ted would be as gentle and fulfilling as Blake had been! Unable to 
take her bulging eyes from the mirror, Sally watched her husband's brother 
raise his elbows and press his hips forward, aiming the lust-bloated head of 
his hungry cock directly at the near-virginal mouth of her rubbery back 
channel. 

And then she felt it, pushing hard against her anus. Sally gaped wide-eyed 
at the reflected image in the mirror to see the massively stiffened cock 
suddenly pop like the cork of a champagne bottle into her tightly resisting 
sphincter muscle. 

"Oooooohhhh! Please . . . easy . . . God, you're hurting me ... easy . . . 
please!" 

"Sure . . . easy does it . . . relax and enjoy it, Sally," Ted responded as 
he slid into that expanded orifice, feeling it grip tightly against the 
insinuating length of his probing cock. Chilling thrills of lust raced up 
the length of his probing cock. Chilling thrills of lust raced up the length 
of that instrument and through his entire body as he grinned victoriously at 
his two watching brothers just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, 
burying half of the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft, velvety channel of 
her helplessly stretched rectum. 

Squirming before this rear assault, the young wife could feel every inch of 
her brother-in-law's lust-pressured cock as it slid into the dark, 
mysterious channel of her enormously expanded anus, and she whimpered from 
the shooting pain his entry caused. She felt Blake's hands moving over the 
naked flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly as 
Ted lifted her firm, rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in 
between her thighs to push them wider apart, spreading her cushiony 
ass-cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock to slide deeper into 
her stretching rectal canal. Alice felt warm tears trickling from her eyes 
as they once again locked to the mirror where she saw the desire-flushed 
faces of her husband's other two brothers moving closer towards her naked 
flesh to watch the heated rod of thick, hard flesh that was sliding deeper 
and deeper into the warm, softly yielding depths of her defenseless rectum. 
Suddenly, with a loud smacking noise, it was sunk unbelievably to the 
swaying, cum-laden balls hanging beneath it. 

The young wife had stopped struggling, realizing that it was hopeless to 
resist this incredible attack and realizing also that the more she relaxed, 
the more she would enjoy it. The pain now was bearable . . . not quite as 
excruciating as it had been when Blake first penetrated that hitherto 
virginal passage . . . perhaps before long she would begin to enjoy it ... 
and then it would be over . . . perhaps later she would have time to 
straighten out her thoughts and her life . . . 

Her thoughts were diverted then as she felt the enormously thickened cock 
pushing solidly into her grotesquely expanded rear passage now, rubbing and 
thickening to a far greater girth now that it had entered its tightly 
clinging sanctuary. Ted's hands were gripping her softly flaring hips now as 
he fucked and plunged into the darkened depths of her vulnerable ass. Each 
new thrust brought a new jolt of pain, but not the overwhelming, searing 
pain she had felt earlier, but rather dull aching which radiated out from 
her brutally invaded ass. Her musician brother-in-law was ramming into her 
with longer, smoother strokes, thrusting the entire elongated length of his 
cock up her rectum until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls buffeting 
each time down against her tight, straining cunt. Small whisps of pleasure 
now began to tickle her hot-blooded body now as his strokes grew longer, 
smoother, lunging easily into her grqedily clenching rectal passage. Soon . 
. . soon, she hoped those small tremors of delight would turn to a burning 
fury of passion . . . soon. . . 

Again, in the mirror, she saw Stan beside her, his cock hard and jutting out 
from his pubic thatch almost ominously. She felt him squeeze one softly 
resilient breast and trace his hand down her nakedly sweating body, pulling 
and kneading at her soft, white flesh until those small tremors of desire in 
her blood began to become quaking shocks of insane pleasure rocking through 
her nakedly kneeling young body. 

"Hey, flip her over now, Ted," Stan cried at his brother who was 
concentrating all of his considerable energies on the thin, pink ridges of 
her roundly stretched rectum each time he withdrew his thickly pulsing cock 
from that impaled passage. 

"Ooohhhh ... ok ... over we go ... uuuurrrrrgh!" Sally's brother-in-law 
moaned as he obeyed his brother's command. 

The hopelessly comprised young wife knew that there was nothing she could do 
but submit to this agony of her three lecherous brothers-in-law. But even if 
she could have stopped them, she wasn't sure that she wanted to! Already she 
could feel the first heated boiling of desire coursing through her veins . . 
. and besides, she had never been fucked by two men before, much less three! 
It might prove to be one of the most exciting experience of her young life! 
Oh, if only Bill were here now! If only I could feel my darling husband's 
cock ramming into my hungry cunt! It's really BUI I want. . . but since I 
can't have him . . . 

Her rambling thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Ted's hands on her 
hips again. He rolled her over to one side, pulling her naked body back on 
top of his so that her smooth, hollowed back now pressed down against his 
taut stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside on his 
own while his mammoth, throbbing cock lay buried up to its hilt in the 
heated depths of her asshole. 

Stan, grinning triumphantly, crawled on top of her nakedness, forcing his 
powerful thighs between hers and Ted's, spreading her legs even farther 
apart and aiming his hard, jerking cock directly towards the moist, 
pressure-stretched channel of her hungrily seeping pussy. 

Yes, she wanted that cock in her cunt! The passion now burning through her 
body threatened to consume her entire being unless she could feel the hard, 
driving force of a pistoning cock ramming into her greedily eager confines 
of her sex-starved cunt! Ooooohhh! Aaaarrrrugh! Oooowwwuuurrgh!" she cried 
as the delirium of her passion overwhelmed her thrashing, nakedly straining 
body. It was the most exciting, mind-blinding experience she had ever 
discovered and the thrills of insane pleasure seemed to boil in her blood as 
her cunt and ass were set ablaze but the heated thrusting of those two 
incrdibly thickened shafts of pleasure-packed flesh! 

It also seemed unbelievable to the remaining brother, Blake, who watched in 
an almost dazed state of unconscious lust as his two brothers speared 
arduously into the naked, trembling body of their brother's wife. He pulled 
at his own aching penis as he watched, wide-eyed and breathless, while the 
jink frayed edges of her pink pussy flesh pulled out with Stan's withdrawing 
penis on the outstroke and disappeared lewdly back inside as he plunged 
again deep into the clinging depths of her tremulous white belly. The same 
view came to his bulging eyes of Ted's thick, hardened cock sucking and 
pulling down out of her, drawing the tight, pink puckered edges of her 
tightly clenched asshole with it, then wetly slamming back into her until 
his cum-bloated testicles were wedged hard up into the softly supple cheeks 
of her creamy white buttocks. 

It was more than Blake could bear. He lay on his side next to Stan's head 
until his own passion-hardened pole of manflesh was even with his brother's 
wife's luscious ruby lips. 

Sally Laurel couldn't quite believe the fires of agonized pleasure that now 
consumed her nakedly thrashing body. She felt Ted's fingers teasingly 
kneading at her breasts and she was dimly aware of another presence beside 
her face as the great wetness and tearing thrusts continued between her 
wide-stretched legs. Her mouth opened and closed in soundless moans of 
pleasure as wave after wave of magnificent pleasure radiated out from her 
invaded genitals throughout the rest of her nakedly heaving young body. At 
last, she managed to voice her burning passion with a long, low, continuous 
wail that came from the very depths of her passion-provoked soul. 

Aaaarrrruuugh! Oooooooohhhh! oooeeee! Aaaaeeeeerrruuugh! Ooooweeeeeeoooo!'' 

Their dual presence down between her softly yielding thighs was like a 
little taste of glorious heaven to the impassioned young wife as she reveled 
in the reckless bucking of her body between the dual-pistoning cocks filling 
her up more completely and divinely than she had ever imagined possible. 
Then, she felt a hand entwining gently in her red hair ... and then there 
were fiery fingertips opening her mouth and a smooth, rubbery hotness 
teasing against her parted lips. She opened her eyes to see Blake's 
pleasure-giving penis leading down to her mouth. Within a split second she 
realized what he wanted. She had only done such a thing once before, with 
her darling husband, and she recalled how exquisitely ecstatic it had been 
then. Relaxing her lips, she let him carefully open them with his fingers 
and slide his long hard cock into the warm, moist saliva of her mouth, 
tasting its bittersweet fluids as the tip of it first touched her tongue. 
She could feel that heated instrument slither up the full length of her 
tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its fleshy rigidity. She wanted 
to cry out but couldn't as he held her face tightly between his hands and 
began to fuck into her mouth, its full length disappearing between her 
luscious, full lips. 

Gasping for air, Sally struggled to cry out the intensity of her agonized 
pleasure. Oh, if only one of those magnificent cocks fucking into her could 
be Bill's! If only he could awaken in her the extreme passions of her 
sexuality as his brothers were now doing! How glorious it would be to feel 
the hot surging length of her husband's manhood slamming into her cock- 
hungry cunt the way his brother Stan's was now doing! The very thought of 
being now magnificently fucked by three men at the same time -- and her 
husband's brothers at that -- sent a new wave of fiercely burning pleasure 
swirling madly through her cock-stuffed belly, and finally, from around the 
passion-propelled penis fucking into her eagerly sucking mouth came a 
strange, low moan of sublime ecstasy. Her body was undulating wildly now and 
both her cuntal and anal muscles began to clench even tighter around the two 
pistoning rods of flesh pummeling into her between her wide-splayed legs. 

The impassioned young wife moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily 
around her brother-in-law's cock fucking madly into her mouth, her cheeks 
ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Blake's hard, viscious drives, 
delighting in the touching of its madly throbbing veins and corrugated 
wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the pulsing head, its tip 
searching hotly for the tiny split on End. She reveled in the insane glory 
as her buttocks moved downwad against Ted's upthrusting, plunging cock 
storming into her naked rectum, and then forward and upward to suck in all 
of Stan's lunging hot rod slamming into her insatiable clutching pussy. All 
thought of her husband, of her sister, of her glamorous life now flew from 
her mind as the burning sensations of lust ripped like wildfire through her 
nakedly straining young body. Nothing mattered any longer except the 
passion-provoked cocks fucking into her every bodily opening and she rocked 
crazily to their demonic attack, while she sucked like a wildcat at Blake's 
madly pistoning poker of hot flesh burning a fiery path into the moist, warm 
depths of her hungry mouth. 

Yes, she wanted them! All three of their divinely fucking cocks satisfying 
her completely! She wanted Blake's cum in her mouth, searing hot as it 
poured over her tongue . . . wanted it to gush out into her throat . . . 
wanted it to dribble hotly down her chin . . . and then Stan's cock would 
fill her belly and Ted's cock would explode into her, too, and all three of 
them would fill her to overflowing with their precious, life-giving juices! 

Oh God! The deliriously impassioned young wife could feel her 
brother-in-law's cock expanding inside the madly sucking walls of her mouth 
. . . she tongued it madly, wildly ... he would cum any minute now . . . cum 
in great thick waves into the back of her throat like a river in flood . . . 

It burst before Sally could finish her wildly tumbling thoughts. Like a 
great, gushing hose it shot forth thick hot streams of the creamy white 
fluid deep into her greedily sucking throat, her cheeks bloating and 
contracting as she swallowed demonically to keep from gagging on the great, 
continuous jets spewing endlessly from it. 

She swallowed in voracious quick gulps, locking her luscious lips tightly 
around the cumming cock, sucking wildly to drink up every last drop of his 
scalding hot juices. Even so, small trickles of it dribbled from her lips as 
Blake groaned and rolled away from her, his deflating organ slithering 
limply from between her still clasping, sucking lips, thin, sticky streams 
of warm, white semen falling down her sculpted chin as he slowly backed 
away. 

But Blake's was only the first burst. Now that her mouth was free, the 
wantonly abandoned young wife screamed deliriously, her voice cracked with 
the intensity qf her passion. "Oh yeeess . . . fuck me . . .please . . . 
fuck me ... oooooohhhhh . . . aaaahhhhhh ..." she cried to each 
hard-plunging thrust into her clinging cunt and asshole. The two brothers of 
her husband became even more impassioned by the sound of her wailing voice, 
even more driven to demonic fury as they lunged mercilessly into her until 
all three of them began to moan in strange, incoherent cries of 
unadulterated sexual abandon. 

No one saw the stunned figure of Bill Laurel standing then in the doorway of 
the dressing room, flanked by his chestnut-haired sister-in-law. And no one 
would have cared even if they had noticed the alien presence. 

 Chapter Eight 

"You're lying!" Bill Laurel screamed after his voluptuous young 
sister-in-law had finished her revelation. 

"I wish I was," she replied sadly, not daring to look directly into Bill's 
startling blue eyes. 

"Where is she? Where is my wife?" he bellowed, his knees quaking, his hands 
reaching to grab his sister-in-law by the shoulders so he could shake the 
truth out of her. 

"Bill . . . please . . . you're hurting me." 

The distraught young husband sighed deeply, trying to regain his lost 
composure. If what Alice had just told him was true . . . no, it couldn't 
be. True, he had neglected Sally very badly . . . but Blake would never . ] 
. not with Bill's wife ... he wouldn't dare touch a hair on Sally's head . . 
. would he? Blake had, of course, quite a reputation as a Hollywood seducer, 
getting into the panties of every young starlet he could find. But would he 
dare . . . could he possibly . . . with Sally . . . ? 

"I said where is she," he repeated, grim determination emphasizing his 
words. 

"Back at the theater ... in your dressing room . . . but, please, Bill -- " 

Before the dismayed young woman could finish her sentence, her 
brother-in-law had grabbed her by the arm and was ushering her out the door. 
It was tooiate now to stop him, she thought, as she watched the furious rage 
in his anger-flushed face. 

Bill Laurel, still dragging his voluptuous young sister-in-law by the arm, 
could hear the unmistakable sounds coming from his dressing room as soon as 
they entered the back door of the theatre. With giant strides, he raced 
forward, his eyes black with rage, his hand tightly grasping Alice's arm as 
he ran headlong towards the half-open door from which he could see a thin 
stab of light emerging. Once he reached that door and saw the incredible 
orgy inside, his mouth flew open, his eyes flew open, and his hand clenched 
convulsively around the soft arm of Alice Rutledge as he gaped in abject 
disbelief at Blake's limp cock slipping out of his wife's still sucking 
mouth! 

"Oh yesssssss . . . fuck me . . . please . . . fuck me . . . ooooohhhh . . . 
aaaahhhh . . . " rang like a thundering echo in his ears. His first instinct 
was to crash into the room, to forcibly break up this ludicruous sexual 
escapade between his three brothers and his own wife. But he found himself 
rooted to the spot where he stood, his legs disobeying his commands to carry 
him forward, his eyes locked on the nakedly thrashing body of his wailing 
wife. He was much too stunned to act or think coherently as the obscene 
spectacle continued before his amazed eyes, while Alice stood by in 
fascinated horror. 

"Aaaaahhhh . . . oooohhhh . . . eeee . . . yes, like that," Sally wailed 
wildly as her dismayed and shocked husband watched, realizing that this was 
all his fault, that if he had been the lover he ought to have been to his 
highly sensual wife, none of this would ever have happened. 

"Yes ... do it to me ... fuck me good ... oh God . . . keep fucking . . . 
harder . . . deeper . . . both of you . . . oooohhhh!" The thought of two of 
her husband's brothers fucking into her nakedly thrashing body while the 
sticky white cum of another still clung to her chin drove the young wife 
absolutely insane with flaming hot passion, drove her headlong into an even 
more frantic frenzy of lust. On and on it went, the rising crescendo of it 
becoming more and more exquisitely exciting as the hungry fingers played 
freely over her nakedly sweating flesh as she was gloriously impaled in cunt 
and rectum from above and below. Her mind seemed to explode into a dazzling 
array of lights . . . nothing else in the whole wide world mattered now . . 
. nothing at all except those two magnificantly mammoth cocks fucking into 
her deleriously clinging rectum and her fire-filled, madly sucking cunt . . 
. nothing at all but the shattering rapture about to burst deep inside her 
swirling belly! 

"Oh God . . . I'm going to cum . . . cum . . . fill me now . . . fill me 
with your cum . . . fill my belly with it ... cum into me together!" she 
wailed wildly, in a shrieking, passion-choked voice as the smooth, slippery 
walls of her cunt and rectum contracted hungrily around the lust-propelled 
penises that slammed hard into her. 

Ted was the first to explode within her naked flesh. She heard his delerious 
cry and, her naked body writhing and twisting insanely between the two 
ardently fucking brothers of her husband, she felt the hot boiling river of 
Ted's shooting sperm racing deep into her rectum as her own orgasm began to 
ripple in convulsive spasms through her madly thrashing flesh. Unfathomable 
sensations of pure rapture flooded through her entire being and she could 
feel every throbbing sensation of his hotly jerking cock as it spewed out 
its hot, creamy load deep up into the dark depths of her still feverishly 
sucking bowels. It was like a tidal wave, completely inundating her with its 
shattering warm pleasure and she rocked eagerly to greet it. 

Bill Laurel watched in stunned amazement, watching the ripples of her orgasm 
tear through her naked flesh as her eyes rolled back into her head and her 
mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her body arched, rose and fell, and 
seemed to be gripped by wildly convulsive spasms as the cock in her rectum 
spewed out its full burden of hotly creaming passion deep up into her 
waiting belly. 

Then, Stan grunted and rammed his cock as far as it would go up into her 
wildly clasping cunt while she kicked her legs back as high as she could, 
her groans heaving from her trembling chest as she felt the first fluids of 
his explosive climax. His madly throbbing, thickened pole of flesh let loose 
and began pouring its thick white jets of scalding semen far, also, into the 
depths of her trembling white belly, her own climaxing secretions mingling 
hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy engulfing them all at 
the same time, throwing them into a heaven of devine and exquisite rapture . 
. . 

It was then that they all heard the bellowing sound of Bill Laurels' voice. 

"Get out! God damn you, get the hell out of here! All of you! Right now!" 

Sally Laurel turned, saw the flushed-crimson face of her outraged husband, 
and promptly fainted. 

When Sally Laurel came to she felt a soothing hand caressing the naked 
contours of her bruised and battered young body. She opened her eyes 
tentatively and looked directly into Bill's deep blue eyes which gazed 
lovingly down at her. 

"Babe, listen to me ..." he began, his voice filled with a deep and abiding 
love which came, Sally knew, from the bottom of his heart. He loved her 
still! In spite of everything he had seen, in spite of the wicked scene 
which had greeted his eyes she didn't know how long ago ... he still loved 
her! 

She opened her trembling lips to speak. "Oh darling . . . my darling Bill . 
. . please, please forgive me!" she whispered. His hands were running along 
her naked sides, his eyes following their course as they arrived at the full 
alabaster mounds of her voluptuous breasts as though he were studying and 
appreciating a work of art which he had just discovered for the very first 
time. 

"No ... I think it's you who ought to forgive me," he murmured, his hands 
now gently massaging those twin full orbs which trembled upon her heaving 
chest. Tiny flickers of renewed desire began to tease at the young wife's 
loins as his hands worked their erotic effect on her naked body. Then, 
carefully scooping his sensuous young wife up in his arms, he picked her up 
and carried her to the soft couch in the corner of the room. Here he placed 
her gently, then sat down beside her, gazing lovingly into her eyes. Once 
again his hands began an erotic exploration of the hills and valleys of her 
well-curved body and his lips trembled softly as he spoke. 

"I'm the one to be forgiven. I've neglected you . . . left you alone too 
often . . . haven't been as good a husband as I always meant to be ..." 

"Oh my darling Bill," his beautiful young wife cried, reaching up to wrap 
her soft arms around his neck, drawing her body close to the warmth of his. 
"God, I've missed you so! And I love you, Bill, I really do, in spite of --" 

"Shhh," he whispered gently close to her face so that his hot breath raced 
into her ear. "Shhhh, my darling Sally. We'll talk about that later." 
Wrapping his arms around her naked body, he held her tight, letting his 
moist, warm lips nestle in the bend of her neck, leaving a trail of wet, 
tingling kisses as his mouth moved down over her smoothly rounded shoulders 
to the softly supple orbs of her ruby-crested breasts. Here his lips sought 
to envelop the entire mammoth mound, his tongue flicking out to tease 
enticing little circles around her awakening rosy nipples. He felt a shudder 
of desire ripple through her as his tongue-tip teased that sensitive button 
until he felt it begin to throb vibrantly beneath his loving ministrations. 

Sally watched as her husband very slowly undressed and climbed onto the 
couch beside her. She felt his arms, strong yet gentle, wrap themselves 
around her and felt his burning kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, 
her arms, her shoulders, the tips of her sensuously curved breasts, her now 
quivering belly, her softly rounded thighs, her feet, her toes and back up 
again. A delicious little giggle escaped from her throat as his eager tongue 
now lapped anxiously all along her smooth, white nakedness like a greedy 
scavenger, tasting all the womanly sweet delight of her as it traveled in 
its erotic path along her flesh. 

The delighted young wife felt her satiated young body responding to his 
tender tongue-caresses and realized that her hopes and dreams of the past 
few months were, at long last, going to come magnificantly true! 

"Oh Bill! Oh my darling husband! God, how I love you!" 

"Shhhh," he whispered, "We've got more important things to do than talk!" 


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